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Post by 一姫 on Mar 1, 2009 1:23:17 GMT 9
--A small family home upon the popularly located Kiyrobi Street.--
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Post by 一姫 on Mar 1, 2009 1:34:40 GMT 9
[ From McDonalds] Kisuke didn't even utter a single syllable as they drive back to his home, his attention was else-where and he wasn't sure that he'd even hear if his teacher said something. When they stopped he blinked out of his thoughts and looked around, ah so they were here. He felt sick all of a sudden, being back at this place. However, Kisuke gave his teacher a strained smile and tilted his head a little. “I had fun too. Don't worry, I always try to finish my homework.” Though the truth of the matter was he hardly ever got it done at all. He opened the door after un-belting and paused, it felt weird to just get out and leave, and he really didn't want to, but he had no choice, he'd already bothered his teacher enough for the day and he felt guilty about it. “Thank you.” He said as he pulled his tall frame from the car and bent back in to pick up his backpack. Flinging it over his shoulder he gave the other man one more smile before closing the door. Kisuke walked up to the front door and paused as he fished out his key, pressing it into the lock and turning it as he felt the hot prickles of fear spiking up his neck, he really, really hoped that his teacher had driven away by now, and if not, that his mother was somewhere inside the house instead of lurking in the hallway. No such luck, because when he opened the door a red stiletto came flying at him and he just about dodged it. “Ah Mama! Please don't do that!” He said as he picked up the shoe and quickly slipped into the house, a resounding slap sounding out as he dropped his bag to the floor inside and kicked the door shut to hide the shameful display.
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Post by Masutaa-Senpai on Mar 1, 2009 1:48:18 GMT 9
Shinogu had seen the spectacle, and could barely look at the scene, his face turning the other way as the door closed. He'd been gripping the door handle tightly, surprising himself as he began to release it from digging into his hand. He released a breath he didn't know he was holding, something gut-wrenching filling his stomach. He had no choice, driving away as fast as he could manage.
He just bore witness to something he wished he didn't have to see. Was that what he dealt with at home? Should he report it? No, he thought. Kisuke would probably defend his mother, and the allegations of a teacher compared to a student could not be weighed on equal footing. He would lose. And quickly. What was he supposed to do?? He reached a traffic light, his head pressing into the steering wheel as he tried to make sense of all of this. Tomorrow he would see his face, and they would have to endure each other's presence, knowing what they knew.
The honking of a car behind him sent him jolting up, pressing the gas. Something had to be done. Something simply had to be done.
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Post by 一姫 on Mar 1, 2009 1:55:52 GMT 9
Kisuke held his cheek where the shorter woman had slapped him hard enough to send his head snapping to the side. Then came the screaming, it was always like this when he came home late, she always shouted at him about being so careless and cruel and how she thought he was going to leave her just like his father had done, how selfish he was. He stood there in silence as she picked up one of his sneakers and started to hit him in the chest with it. He let her get it out of her system, it was easier that way, he didn't even wince as the thick sole smacked against his sternum, probably because his shirt and sweater were in the way, he'd probably not even have any marks tomorrow. After that things calmed down. He had a bath and ate the meal she had prepared for him, he'd tried to do his home-work but couldn't concentrate on it at all, and he'd gone to bed. And as usual his mother had disturbed his sleep to do those awful things to him after force feeding him a pill for erectile dysfunction. The next day he groggily got out of bed, not having slept much, and dressed himself before leaving the house without breakfast, as was usual, and headed to school. [ To School]
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