Trust his father to be blunt.
It had been an aspect which Akira felt rather envious of from time to time, never dancing around a subject and saying things straight forward. Steadily the teen began to feel confident in himself and his own choices, each step taken along with his friends helped him to become a person whom Akira could one day feel proud of.
Quietly taking note of the disheveled demeanor of his father, pondering how exactly the man managed to get to Yongen anyway. The distance between their home and here were quite aways away. It dawned on Akira what exactly his dad had to do in order to get into the cty,the fact he even went that far spoke volumes to him and make his heart hurt. It seemed that once again the teen ended up causing his parents trouble. He felt frustrated. None of them could risk contacting each other in fear of being caught by the probation officer, or worse having their lines tapped.
Perhaps that hadbeen a fairly cynical view. Unfortunately, experience taught Akira better. Especially now. Quite frankly, the thief did not trust the authoritive figures to ‘play’ by the rules.
The country had not been too keen on two fathers raising a child together. Frowning on the relationship. Akira knew well and good at the conversative history that his homeland had, his fathers being together merely aided in rushing the process of tearing custody away from them. The prejudice made him ill. The corruption ran deep.
Akira loved his parents more than anything else in the world, wanting to do something to relieve the problems which he caused. There were no regrtets tat day, saving the woman from the abusive man, regardless of the fact she turned on him, what was done had been done. The teen would do the same thing again, in a heart beat. Unable to stand witnessing unjustices being comitteed to the innocent.
Something he hoped his parents approved.
His composure broke for a moment, softening. It touched his heart to hear that from his dad thus making him feel worse for the incident. Akira shook his head. “You don’t have to apologize, I… I get it. Neither of you could risk it.” They were trapped like mice ina maze.”I’m glad that you came.”
Akira gave a tiny smile. “Sakura-san’s… strict. He’s a good guy, but blunt like you are. Smart and he pushes me to do good and stay in line. Teaching me too cook too, so maybe when I get hom ei could make you and father something? I promise I won’t burn down the house!”
Falling silently, and considering his words. “One of the friends I met here, she looked into the records and she pointed out that the ruling had been strange. I don’t know if it will help, maybe if you and father with Uncle Katsuya working together, you might find something useful?” A long shot, yet it provided a chance to look over anything that might be helpful. With his memory still clouded, Akira wasn’t much help.
“As for school…” He hesitated slightly. “Do you… are you aware of the Kamoshida incident?”
[Tatsuya was truly fortunate to have a child as understanding as
Akira. Hell, at his son’s age, he'd have been the type to resent
his parents for what he would likely interpret as abandonment...
regardless of whether they behaved like his own uncaring and
inconsiderate folks. Beyond that, merely hearing the voice of
the child he’d been forcibly separated from for months now...it
was incredibly relieving. He merely wished that Jun had been
able to accompany him on this trip, but...he had a multitude of
responsibilities back home that he couldn’t simply ignore.]
[A slight smile formed on his features now, albeit plagued by
hints of vulnerability, primarily due to the emotional nature of
this entire reunion -- one that wasn’t even legal, and had to be
hastily made so as to avoid any potential interference by his
son’s probation officer. Tatsuya was washed over by feelings
of immense gratitude that he could be here, finally speaking to
his beloved child instead of allowing threats to overcome him.
It...was reassuring to hear that Akira was perhaps just as glad
as he was that he’d made the journey. Thus far, it had proven
to be worth the effort.]
[His arm gently fell atop the other on the counter as he began
listening intently to his boy’s description of his new caretaker;
thankfully, the description provided didn’t detail any significant
faults in his attitude, which Tatsuya was comforted by. His and
Jun’s primary concern with entrusting their only child to some
stranger involved what sort of character he might be -- and they
would be horrified if their son had been subjected to the care of
some monster. They certainly didn’t believe that the law would
handle the matter with the caution it deserved, after it’d ripped
their son out of their hands under the grounds that they wouldn’t
suffice as proper parents.]
[...Nonetheless, it appeared as though Akira had taken a shine
to Sakura-san, a revelation that further consoled the brunet. His
offer to cook dinner once he got back, with the assistance of his
cooking lessons from his current caregiver, was one that was
met with a small chuckle from Tatsuya. He couldn’t picture his
child attempting to cook and not setting the house on fire, but...
he’d certainly bring up the matter with Jun once he was able to
return home and report on their son’s status. Maybe they could
set their parental paranoia aside for one night and see how far
their son had come in his time spent away...]
...I’m glad to hear that you’re making so much progress. But...
I’ll have to talk with Jun about letting you cook. As much as we
trust you, we couldn’t bear seeing you get hurt. That being said,
though...I’d like to see what you’ve learned here. Plus, I’m sure
Uncle Katsuya would love to help teach you about the intricate
field of cooking...even if he’s better with pastries than meals.
[That last bit was more of a jest than anything else, although...if
Katsuya learned that Akira was delving into cooking, there was
no doubt that he’d attempt to tutor the kid. Hopefully, that’d be
one more thing to look forward to once he finally came back...]
[And speaking of Katsuya...the topic had shifted to the somber
one of disputing the court ruling in Akira’s case. He’d already
entrusted his brother as his first source for dealing with legal
trouble, but perhaps if someone else had the ability to detect
a discrepancy with his case...they ought to find further proof
of wrongdoing with a little more digging. Who knew that his
brother’s time spent in the force would be so useful now...?]
...It’s almost funny getting legal advice from your own kid...but
you’re right. And we’ve already dragged Katsuya into it, trust
me. With a little more digging...we’ll hopefully find something.
Even if I’m here right now, we won’t give up on you. I promise
you that.
[Once his little spiel was over -- Akira mentioned to subject of
his school, this time reluctantly bringing up a name. That sort
of reaction would elicit trepidation from any caring parent, as it
did with Tatsuya -- his smile dropped completely once his son
visibly grew hesitant. Incidents regarding his son’s school had
been matters unbeknownst to both parents, and it was now that
the father truly regretted the decision to concentrate on matters
other than the academy their son had been sent to.]
...No...I haven’t heard anything about that incident. What -- what
happened? [Both his expression and tone were riddled with an
evident dread. Internally, Tatsuya swore that he’d crush anyone
that had harmed his son, if such had turned out to be the case;
there was no way in hell he’d let that slide.]
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