Yamada, Mamoru (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thestudyof) wrote2017-12-12 12:57 pm
thestudyof) wrote2017-12-12 12:57 pm
[Short Story] [Post]
"What do you mean I can't come, now?!"
Mamoru winced away from the phone, before testingly putting it back up to his ear. "I'm saying... it's too dangerous, after that attack, so..."
"So what? We'd been planning this, this whole time! I was supposed to help you out with your work! Are you saying it's suddenly on hold because of this?"
"Well, technically..." "Technically? Technically what?" "Technically it's... not really..."
Akira gave a grumbling sound, and Mamoru could almost hear him face-palming. "Uncle, just please, tell me what it is exactly that's going on there. What are you doing?"
... A low sighing sound. "Sorry. You just can't come. I'll tell you when it's safe again."
And then the line clicked.
--
Mamoru sighed again after hanging up the phone. He hated doing that. He really hated doing that-- bad enough to call someone on his own end, but having to tell his nephew that he couldn't come because of the danger was even worse.
Sure, his nephew was a competent duelist, and Mamoru had faith in Reiji's plan overall... but he didn't want him to get caught up in this. As someone who was aspiring to become a pro, Mamoru didn't want Akira's future be put into jepordy by getting involved in the supernatural.
... plus, what had happened before, with the test... He rubbed his temple. Even if that wasn't actually him, something had still gone wrong during it. He couldn't help but see his nephew in place of the AI he had created, possessed by some strange creature that he didn't know, having to use his Psychic Duelist abilities against it after not dueling for so long... He didn't want that to happen again, but he didn't know how to explain it, either.
No, for right now, it was best that he stayed home and stayed safe. Outside of Domino City.
--
Akira stared at his phone in amazement. He actually... he actually hung up on him!
He tossed his phone onto his bed, before sitting down in his desk's chair, arms crossed. Well, now what was he going to do? He had the tickets ready, he was all packed, and now because of a giant robot incident, he's being told to stay away? For what reason?
Maybe for that odd announcement Akaba made about making up an army to go after the people who attacked like that? An army of duelists? He was a duelist too-- so why was he being told to stay away? It wasn't like he intended on joining or anything. He just wanted to be with his uncle and spend time with him and help him with his work. Was it so bad?
Ugh, and now he had to explain to his parents that the trip was canceled. That would annoy them plenty too, since they had paid for the train tickets...
Should just go, then.
... He blinked, as the thought entered his head. He should just go?
Well, he was basically an adult. The tickets were paid for. He was absolutely ready to go tomorrow, like he had planned. What was the worst his uncle could do? Tell him to go back home?
Sure, it'd probably be rude. No, it'd be extremely rude, after he already told him to not come... but the fact alone that his uncle was barring him from seeing him angered him enough, and he couldn't help but think that this was part of whatever rut he was in that was making him depressed.
No, he couldn't stand for it. His parents already weren't fond of him, and he didn't want someone he looked up to just finding more and more excuses to not try to get his life back together. He had a good job now, but everytime he spoke, he just sounded more and more ready to give up on everything.
He made his decision. He was going to go, and he'd take whatever responsibility was involved in it.
--
A couple days later, Mamoru was walking home for once. Today was meant to be the day that Akira was going to come, and while Mamoru had already told him no, he felt... compelled to at least return back to his apartment. Of course, maybe that compelling had reasoning behind it.
A couple days ago, he had gotten a message from his nephew saying that he couldn't stop him. He attempted to get an answer to follow up on what he meant, but he got no response. It left him feeling like a bad omen had come over him.
What's worse is that he couldn't bring himself to call his brother about it to follow up on his decision. Everytime he tried to put the number in, he would freeze and hang up. It wasn't healthy of him, he knew it. He was acting foolishly. But even if he had managed to get the call through, there was no way he'd be able to speak.
So, Mamoru prayed. Prayed and hoped that when he returned home, he wouldn't be in for a surprise.
And to his relief, no one was waiting there for him. He got up to the door and got out his key to open it, when he heard a cough behind him. He turned around, and his relief vanished. Of course, there he was, bag and all. Akira gave a little wave, but otherwise had a poker face on him.
"... I told you to not come." "Yet your timing still seemed to be impeccable here, uncle."
He could already tell. Short of forcing Akira back onto the train physically, there was no way he was going to get him to go back home, now.
[Post]
I wish to give luck to those who will be participating in the Lancers initiative, as well as any other attempts they may have towards the recent events.
I want to say that I'd give my full support towards them physically, but I've run into a problem that I can't ignore.
Mamoru winced away from the phone, before testingly putting it back up to his ear. "I'm saying... it's too dangerous, after that attack, so..."
"So what? We'd been planning this, this whole time! I was supposed to help you out with your work! Are you saying it's suddenly on hold because of this?"
"Well, technically..." "Technically? Technically what?" "Technically it's... not really..."
Akira gave a grumbling sound, and Mamoru could almost hear him face-palming. "Uncle, just please, tell me what it is exactly that's going on there. What are you doing?"
... A low sighing sound. "Sorry. You just can't come. I'll tell you when it's safe again."
And then the line clicked.
--
Mamoru sighed again after hanging up the phone. He hated doing that. He really hated doing that-- bad enough to call someone on his own end, but having to tell his nephew that he couldn't come because of the danger was even worse.
Sure, his nephew was a competent duelist, and Mamoru had faith in Reiji's plan overall... but he didn't want him to get caught up in this. As someone who was aspiring to become a pro, Mamoru didn't want Akira's future be put into jepordy by getting involved in the supernatural.
... plus, what had happened before, with the test... He rubbed his temple. Even if that wasn't actually him, something had still gone wrong during it. He couldn't help but see his nephew in place of the AI he had created, possessed by some strange creature that he didn't know, having to use his Psychic Duelist abilities against it after not dueling for so long... He didn't want that to happen again, but he didn't know how to explain it, either.
No, for right now, it was best that he stayed home and stayed safe. Outside of Domino City.
--
Akira stared at his phone in amazement. He actually... he actually hung up on him!
He tossed his phone onto his bed, before sitting down in his desk's chair, arms crossed. Well, now what was he going to do? He had the tickets ready, he was all packed, and now because of a giant robot incident, he's being told to stay away? For what reason?
Maybe for that odd announcement Akaba made about making up an army to go after the people who attacked like that? An army of duelists? He was a duelist too-- so why was he being told to stay away? It wasn't like he intended on joining or anything. He just wanted to be with his uncle and spend time with him and help him with his work. Was it so bad?
Ugh, and now he had to explain to his parents that the trip was canceled. That would annoy them plenty too, since they had paid for the train tickets...
Should just go, then.
... He blinked, as the thought entered his head. He should just go?
Well, he was basically an adult. The tickets were paid for. He was absolutely ready to go tomorrow, like he had planned. What was the worst his uncle could do? Tell him to go back home?
Sure, it'd probably be rude. No, it'd be extremely rude, after he already told him to not come... but the fact alone that his uncle was barring him from seeing him angered him enough, and he couldn't help but think that this was part of whatever rut he was in that was making him depressed.
No, he couldn't stand for it. His parents already weren't fond of him, and he didn't want someone he looked up to just finding more and more excuses to not try to get his life back together. He had a good job now, but everytime he spoke, he just sounded more and more ready to give up on everything.
He made his decision. He was going to go, and he'd take whatever responsibility was involved in it.
--
A couple days later, Mamoru was walking home for once. Today was meant to be the day that Akira was going to come, and while Mamoru had already told him no, he felt... compelled to at least return back to his apartment. Of course, maybe that compelling had reasoning behind it.
A couple days ago, he had gotten a message from his nephew saying that he couldn't stop him. He attempted to get an answer to follow up on what he meant, but he got no response. It left him feeling like a bad omen had come over him.
What's worse is that he couldn't bring himself to call his brother about it to follow up on his decision. Everytime he tried to put the number in, he would freeze and hang up. It wasn't healthy of him, he knew it. He was acting foolishly. But even if he had managed to get the call through, there was no way he'd be able to speak.
So, Mamoru prayed. Prayed and hoped that when he returned home, he wouldn't be in for a surprise.
And to his relief, no one was waiting there for him. He got up to the door and got out his key to open it, when he heard a cough behind him. He turned around, and his relief vanished. Of course, there he was, bag and all. Akira gave a little wave, but otherwise had a poker face on him.
"... I told you to not come." "Yet your timing still seemed to be impeccable here, uncle."
He could already tell. Short of forcing Akira back onto the train physically, there was no way he was going to get him to go back home, now.
[Post]
I wish to give luck to those who will be participating in the Lancers initiative, as well as any other attempts they may have towards the recent events.
I want to say that I'd give my full support towards them physically, but I've run into a problem that I can't ignore.