It is good to be king
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pezI HAVE CONQUERED OUENDAN 2 INSANE MODE. dfhsjkfhasl fsjkdfhjksdfhdklasfhasl!!! *REJOICES*
And now the Cheer Girls mode is pwning me VERY HARD from the very first song. ;;
Randomly feeling like posting unfinished fic. Here, have some Niou-centric writing. It's one of my many, many unfinished stuff. There's no porn, but there's plenty of swearing.
Niou hoped this would be the only time in his life he would ever have to touch a placenta.
It was there, on the bathroom floor, by the time he finished googling for "baby delivery", "child birth" and "umbilical cord", found some clips and a pair of scissors and washed and sterilised them with antiseptic from the first aid box. No one had touched the first aid box for years. He wondered if antiseptics had best-before dates, but decided he had no choice right now. There just weren't that many choices open to them at this moment.
He crouched down, chewed the inside of his mouth and performed the cut. "Shit shit shit shit." Fucking disgusting. Fucking fuck. Hopefully he was doing the right fucking thing. Nobody could expect him to come home, hear screaming, open the bathroom door and find his sister giving birth. Giving birth. Holy fuck.
Somehow they made it to the clinic an old senpai recommended over the phone. An old lady checked Keiko and the baby over and announced both were okay. Niou gave her the placenta in a plastic bag for her to dispose of.
"We've got to go home. We've got to clean up before mum and dad come home." Keiko's voice trembled, arms lightly squashing the towel-wrapped little human against her chest. Niou wanted to take it away from her; he was surprised that she could stand up at all after squeezing that out, much less walk.
"What are you going to tell them?"
"I don't know."
"They're going to kill you," Niou said. His sister's head dipped. "Dad's gonna kill you."
"I know that! But I can't-"
"Give it up, sis. Leave it outside a church or somethin'. Give it to its dad."
"I can't. I can't. His dad doesn't want him. No I can't give him up, this is my baby! He's been inside me for nine months!"
Niou eyed Keiko. He thought she had put on some weight in the last year, but there was no way he could tell she was pregnant. Weren't women suppose to get a huge belly?
Then again, looking at the tiny thing in her arms, it was only about the size of Marui's lunch, and Marui never looked pregnant after eating.
"Yeah so what do you wanna do? Hide all the knives in the house? You know I'm not joking when I said Dad's gonna kill you. And the baby."
They walked on for a little longer. Their parents should not be back until well after midnight, and they didn't have the cash for another taxi trip.
Keiko suddenly stopped. "Perhaps I shouldn't go home, then."
Niou rolled his eyes. "Then where'll you go instead? How're you gonna feed yourself and that thing? You're supposed to be the older one here. Don't make me point out your stupidity."
"Then what do you want me to do!" Keiko hissed, not wanting to raise her voice to scare the baby.
"Like I said, leave it! Give it to someone who can bring it up properly! Look, be realistic, what are you going to do with a baby? Nobody'd ever want a woman with a kid. You'll never find it a dad. You won't be able to work because you've gotta look after it. You're going to be really fucking stuck - that's if Dad decides not to kill you. And I know he bloody will."
His sister said nothing. Niou watched her. He could almost read her mind: she would never give the baby up. Having dropped out of school early, she was already stuck with a low-paying job with no career prospects. These jobs - any job in this country, really - would not be accommodating to her need to take care of a baby. But if push came to shove she would find money somehow.
Niou could also foresee the rest: their parents' reactions, their little brother's confusion, Keiko's precious baby growing up in a messed-up environment and Keiko doing whatever she had to do.
Fucking hell.
He took off his jacket and put it on Keiko's shoulders. "Let's go home. I'll make sure nobody gets killed. I swear."
Everyone looked. They couldn't be blamed; if it was someone else Niou would have stared, too, and might even have theories about what had happened, which he would loudly discuss with others over lunch break. But came lunch time, all that Niou knew was that his cheek was so sore he couldn't open his mouth wide enough to eat.
The homeroom teacher summoned him into his office. Niou mumbled that he fell down some stairs. Not seeing anyone else injured, the teacher had no evidence to say that Niou had been in a fight and let him go.
Marui found him after school and before tennis club. "Dude, did you actually lose a fight? You, losing? I'm putting this down in the diary for the year book!"
Niou knocked away the hand holding a camera phone. "Fuck off." He hissed, partly out of anger and partly because his arm hurt, too, just like everything else. "Tell Yukimura I'm not coming today."
"Uh huh? Why?"
"Too sore." Niou hooked his bag on his shoulder, the movement making him wince. Time to go to the pharmacy and check out those bruising creams.
"You better talk to him yourself. He isn't gonna be happy." Marui pulled out a stick of gum from his pocket. By the time he unwrapped it and put it in his mouth, Niou was at the door. "Oi, Niou! You talk to Yukimura yourself!"
Niou didn't bother to reply. He didn't want to deal with Yukimura right now; that guy tended to ask too many questions that were too probing, and the way he asked them was as if he would be extremely upset and disappointed if you didn't answer. For all the love and respect Niou had for Yukimura, he simply didn't need that right now. On the bus he punched a quick email on the phone to Yagyuu, but he knew Yagyuu had guessed that he wouldn't be going to practice anyway, after seeing his sorry state earlier.
That night, Niou's father laid down the rules: Niou was to have sole responsibility of the baby. He would buy it whatever it needed and pay for it with his own money. He would make sure it was taken care of. There would be no baby bottles, nappies or anything baby-related in any part of the house apart from Niou's room. It was more-or-less what Niou had expected. Put it somewhere else, hiding it away from sight - that was the way most "adults" reacted to something they didn't want to deal with: as long as they couldn't see it, it didn't exist. How mature of them.
Whatever. At least he could keep the powdered milk in his room and pretend he had been using it to feed the baby. The stuff could keep for years, apparently. The goddamn baby could still eat it when Keiko stopped breastfeeding.
The goddamn baby had a name. He was called Kenta and he was his son, now.
There was a difference between the daughter being made pregnant by some bloke who wanted nothing to do with it, and the son making some girl pregnant and that girl not being able to keep a baby. The daughter would be shouted at, beaten up, called a useless woman and a whore who could not keep her legs together, and the situation would keep escalating until a tragedy happened. The son would be shouted at, beaten up, called names for not being able to keep his pants on, and then told to take responsibility for his actions. But at least no blood would be spilled.
Late at night, Keiko went to Niou's room to look at her baby. She had a tube of bruise cream with her.
"I have some money saved up," she said while Niou rubbed the cream into his skin, "I'll get Kenta a crib and other things tomorrow. And Masaharu, I've quit my job today."
Niou paused. "The fuck? I don't think that's the wisest move."
"I earn so little there anyway. I'm going to start making jewellery to sell online. Remember the things I used to sell at the market? I can work from home and look after Kenta."
Niou blinked slowly. "Whatever."
"Sorry, Masaharu."
"Whatever."
"Sorry."
Niou looked away when Keiko began to unbutton her top to breastfeed. Before this, he had wondered what his sister's body looked like, but now he had seen far more than he ever wanted to. Ever.
After two days of skipping morning and after school tennis practice, Yukimura sent Sanada after Niou. It was an act of mercy, of sorts. But perhaps also a warning.
Sanada was waiting outside when Niou left home for school.
"Niou!" Sanada stormed up to him, fist clenched and ready to strike. He noted the size of the bag Niou was carrying. "Where's your tennis racket?"
"At home." Niou ignored Sanada and walked on.
"If you keep this up you'll be booted from the club!"
"Whatever."
Sanada caught Niou on the shoulder and spun him around. The fist in the air stopped inches from Niou's face. Sanada's eyes widened - he had heard Marui say Niou had got into a fight, but hadn't expected Niou's face to be swollen and still black and blue. And suddenly it seemed like Niou was hunching more than usual, and favouring one leg over the other. Niou hadn't got into a fight; he had stood there and taken a very bad beating.
"What the hell happened to you?"
Niou turned around and continued walking. "Fell down some stairs."
Sanada wasn't believing it. He caught up with Niou. "Who did this to you? Have you been to the hospital?"
"The stairs did. Don't need to."
"You need to see Yukimura. He'll give you a few days, perhaps a week off until you get better. But you need to see him."
aaaaaaaaaaaaand that's as far as I've got. LOL.
VERY SOON I SHALL HAVE AN UNNI AND A NORI. AND WE WILL RULE THE WORLD.
[edit] Oh wow. From what I know about their culture of "losing face is worse than death", this is pretty special.
[edit 2] Actress Sharon Stone has sparked criticism in China after claiming the recent earthquake could have been the result of bad karma - she WHAT??? WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK???
And now the Cheer Girls mode is pwning me VERY HARD from the very first song. ;;
Randomly feeling like posting unfinished fic. Here, have some Niou-centric writing. It's one of my many, many unfinished stuff. There's no porn, but there's plenty of swearing.
Niou hoped this would be the only time in his life he would ever have to touch a placenta.
It was there, on the bathroom floor, by the time he finished googling for "baby delivery", "child birth" and "umbilical cord", found some clips and a pair of scissors and washed and sterilised them with antiseptic from the first aid box. No one had touched the first aid box for years. He wondered if antiseptics had best-before dates, but decided he had no choice right now. There just weren't that many choices open to them at this moment.
He crouched down, chewed the inside of his mouth and performed the cut. "Shit shit shit shit." Fucking disgusting. Fucking fuck. Hopefully he was doing the right fucking thing. Nobody could expect him to come home, hear screaming, open the bathroom door and find his sister giving birth. Giving birth. Holy fuck.
Somehow they made it to the clinic an old senpai recommended over the phone. An old lady checked Keiko and the baby over and announced both were okay. Niou gave her the placenta in a plastic bag for her to dispose of.
"We've got to go home. We've got to clean up before mum and dad come home." Keiko's voice trembled, arms lightly squashing the towel-wrapped little human against her chest. Niou wanted to take it away from her; he was surprised that she could stand up at all after squeezing that out, much less walk.
"What are you going to tell them?"
"I don't know."
"They're going to kill you," Niou said. His sister's head dipped. "Dad's gonna kill you."
"I know that! But I can't-"
"Give it up, sis. Leave it outside a church or somethin'. Give it to its dad."
"I can't. I can't. His dad doesn't want him. No I can't give him up, this is my baby! He's been inside me for nine months!"
Niou eyed Keiko. He thought she had put on some weight in the last year, but there was no way he could tell she was pregnant. Weren't women suppose to get a huge belly?
Then again, looking at the tiny thing in her arms, it was only about the size of Marui's lunch, and Marui never looked pregnant after eating.
"Yeah so what do you wanna do? Hide all the knives in the house? You know I'm not joking when I said Dad's gonna kill you. And the baby."
They walked on for a little longer. Their parents should not be back until well after midnight, and they didn't have the cash for another taxi trip.
Keiko suddenly stopped. "Perhaps I shouldn't go home, then."
Niou rolled his eyes. "Then where'll you go instead? How're you gonna feed yourself and that thing? You're supposed to be the older one here. Don't make me point out your stupidity."
"Then what do you want me to do!" Keiko hissed, not wanting to raise her voice to scare the baby.
"Like I said, leave it! Give it to someone who can bring it up properly! Look, be realistic, what are you going to do with a baby? Nobody'd ever want a woman with a kid. You'll never find it a dad. You won't be able to work because you've gotta look after it. You're going to be really fucking stuck - that's if Dad decides not to kill you. And I know he bloody will."
His sister said nothing. Niou watched her. He could almost read her mind: she would never give the baby up. Having dropped out of school early, she was already stuck with a low-paying job with no career prospects. These jobs - any job in this country, really - would not be accommodating to her need to take care of a baby. But if push came to shove she would find money somehow.
Niou could also foresee the rest: their parents' reactions, their little brother's confusion, Keiko's precious baby growing up in a messed-up environment and Keiko doing whatever she had to do.
Fucking hell.
He took off his jacket and put it on Keiko's shoulders. "Let's go home. I'll make sure nobody gets killed. I swear."
Everyone looked. They couldn't be blamed; if it was someone else Niou would have stared, too, and might even have theories about what had happened, which he would loudly discuss with others over lunch break. But came lunch time, all that Niou knew was that his cheek was so sore he couldn't open his mouth wide enough to eat.
The homeroom teacher summoned him into his office. Niou mumbled that he fell down some stairs. Not seeing anyone else injured, the teacher had no evidence to say that Niou had been in a fight and let him go.
Marui found him after school and before tennis club. "Dude, did you actually lose a fight? You, losing? I'm putting this down in the diary for the year book!"
Niou knocked away the hand holding a camera phone. "Fuck off." He hissed, partly out of anger and partly because his arm hurt, too, just like everything else. "Tell Yukimura I'm not coming today."
"Uh huh? Why?"
"Too sore." Niou hooked his bag on his shoulder, the movement making him wince. Time to go to the pharmacy and check out those bruising creams.
"You better talk to him yourself. He isn't gonna be happy." Marui pulled out a stick of gum from his pocket. By the time he unwrapped it and put it in his mouth, Niou was at the door. "Oi, Niou! You talk to Yukimura yourself!"
Niou didn't bother to reply. He didn't want to deal with Yukimura right now; that guy tended to ask too many questions that were too probing, and the way he asked them was as if he would be extremely upset and disappointed if you didn't answer. For all the love and respect Niou had for Yukimura, he simply didn't need that right now. On the bus he punched a quick email on the phone to Yagyuu, but he knew Yagyuu had guessed that he wouldn't be going to practice anyway, after seeing his sorry state earlier.
That night, Niou's father laid down the rules: Niou was to have sole responsibility of the baby. He would buy it whatever it needed and pay for it with his own money. He would make sure it was taken care of. There would be no baby bottles, nappies or anything baby-related in any part of the house apart from Niou's room. It was more-or-less what Niou had expected. Put it somewhere else, hiding it away from sight - that was the way most "adults" reacted to something they didn't want to deal with: as long as they couldn't see it, it didn't exist. How mature of them.
Whatever. At least he could keep the powdered milk in his room and pretend he had been using it to feed the baby. The stuff could keep for years, apparently. The goddamn baby could still eat it when Keiko stopped breastfeeding.
The goddamn baby had a name. He was called Kenta and he was his son, now.
There was a difference between the daughter being made pregnant by some bloke who wanted nothing to do with it, and the son making some girl pregnant and that girl not being able to keep a baby. The daughter would be shouted at, beaten up, called a useless woman and a whore who could not keep her legs together, and the situation would keep escalating until a tragedy happened. The son would be shouted at, beaten up, called names for not being able to keep his pants on, and then told to take responsibility for his actions. But at least no blood would be spilled.
Late at night, Keiko went to Niou's room to look at her baby. She had a tube of bruise cream with her.
"I have some money saved up," she said while Niou rubbed the cream into his skin, "I'll get Kenta a crib and other things tomorrow. And Masaharu, I've quit my job today."
Niou paused. "The fuck? I don't think that's the wisest move."
"I earn so little there anyway. I'm going to start making jewellery to sell online. Remember the things I used to sell at the market? I can work from home and look after Kenta."
Niou blinked slowly. "Whatever."
"Sorry, Masaharu."
"Whatever."
"Sorry."
Niou looked away when Keiko began to unbutton her top to breastfeed. Before this, he had wondered what his sister's body looked like, but now he had seen far more than he ever wanted to. Ever.
After two days of skipping morning and after school tennis practice, Yukimura sent Sanada after Niou. It was an act of mercy, of sorts. But perhaps also a warning.
Sanada was waiting outside when Niou left home for school.
"Niou!" Sanada stormed up to him, fist clenched and ready to strike. He noted the size of the bag Niou was carrying. "Where's your tennis racket?"
"At home." Niou ignored Sanada and walked on.
"If you keep this up you'll be booted from the club!"
"Whatever."
Sanada caught Niou on the shoulder and spun him around. The fist in the air stopped inches from Niou's face. Sanada's eyes widened - he had heard Marui say Niou had got into a fight, but hadn't expected Niou's face to be swollen and still black and blue. And suddenly it seemed like Niou was hunching more than usual, and favouring one leg over the other. Niou hadn't got into a fight; he had stood there and taken a very bad beating.
"What the hell happened to you?"
Niou turned around and continued walking. "Fell down some stairs."
Sanada wasn't believing it. He caught up with Niou. "Who did this to you? Have you been to the hospital?"
"The stairs did. Don't need to."
"You need to see Yukimura. He'll give you a few days, perhaps a week off until you get better. But you need to see him."
aaaaaaaaaaaaand that's as far as I've got. LOL.
VERY SOON I SHALL HAVE AN UNNI AND A NORI. AND WE WILL RULE THE WORLD.
[edit] Oh wow. From what I know about their culture of "losing face is worse than death", this is pretty special.
[edit 2] Actress Sharon Stone has sparked criticism in China after claiming the recent earthquake could have been the result of bad karma - she WHAT??? WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK???
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Date: 2008-05-28 02:05 pm (UTC)WORLD DOMINATION PLOT IS GO. Shame Tezmobile is not white and fluffy but I guess every plot has its failings.
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Date: 2008-05-28 02:29 pm (UTC)I'm sure it can be corrected with hairdye. 8D
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Date: 2008-05-28 02:35 pm (UTC)Mwahahaha. *eyes the tezmobile*
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Date: 2008-05-28 02:39 pm (UTC)A new paint job for the mobile! I'm sure the Tez would approve.
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Date: 2008-05-28 03:26 pm (UTC)With some fava beans and a nice chianti?...and then D1 die of sexual frustration because having a small child around all the time leads to problems on that front...I'm sure he would! Not so sure about the mobile itself but it isn't allowed an opinion.
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..yea, my reaction to Sharon Stone was basically the same. It's almost as bad as those posters from some baptist church that claimed that the earthquake was due to Chinese people being sinners. >>