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Yanagida Kinzo • Ginko • Saburo
the drama stirs again
“You’re… Saburo-san.”
“…Yeah. And who’re you supposed to be?”
As Saburo gets a withering look from his father, Ginko hears the ghosts start acting up again behind her.
“Hehehe… As if he doesn’t know…” “Is he really pretending not to? He should know better than to think he needs to feign ignorance!”
What… Are they going on about now? It would make sense for Kinzo-san to have brought her up, she guesses, though she’d assumed the two didn’t speak to eachother…
“Yanagida Ginko.” She lowers her head.
Saburo scoffs, then quickly disguises it as a cough.
“…Are you alright?”
“Peachy, kid. Hey, uh…” He twists around to address the helper pushing his chair. “Can we go inside yet, Eri-chan? I’m tired.”
Well. Isn’t this going to be pleasant.
Yes. You do sense gambling. You see there’s this guy named Manabu-
“You will say nothing more on this subject.
Saburo is not going to be leaving the family home for any reason until further notice.”
“Saburo,”
Kinzo finally speaks, in a voice he hopes is coming across as authoritative, and not as old and tired as he feels right now.
Saburo is only mostly lucid anyway, so maybe he won’t notice.
“Tell me why this happened.”
“…Wasn’t my fault.”
“Did you borrow money from criminals again.”
“No.”
“Then why did you have bullet holes through your kneecaps, Saburo.”
“Because the guy with the gun was a fuckin’ moron who was scared of paint!”
“…What?”
“…Alright, that maybe does sound weird when I say it out loud, but it’s true! My point is, I didn’t borrow from anybody, and my job wasn’t even crimes, so stop fussin’ at me!”
Yeah, he definitely got involved with bad people again. This conversation isn’t over, but Kinzo decides to hold off on grilling him about it until he’s healed a bit more.
Instead, he’ll use the time to mull over a burning question in his mind: Clearly he can’t leave Saburo alone while he’s recovering, but would it be safe to bring him back to the family home during that time?
Kinzo, I think ur son lost his ability to walk due to bullets in his knees
“It’s too soon to say that for sure,” Kinzo mutters, “People can recover from this and walk again after care and physical therapy, if perhaps with difficulties…”
That’s what he’d been told at the hospital, anyway. Yeah, he’s already here, and he’s been sitting at Saburo’s bedside for some time.
This boy’s got some explaining to do once he’s not high as a kite. Kinzo thought he had been very clear that he shouldn’t be borrowing from criminals.
Kinzo, your son just died.
“…”
Kinzo heaves a heavy sigh. He’d been preparing himself for this since the day he’d been forced to accept that Saburo would never listen to him or do anything he suggested to help him. He’d been preparing himself for the day that stubborn, addict son of his got in over his head and couldn’t make it out.
He hadn’t prepared himself enough. How could he ever truly prepare to outlive his child?
Was there really nothing he could have done that would have set Saburo on the right path? One that could have made him happy and kept him alive? Even if-
Oh, hold on, he’s getting a phone call.
…Oh. It was a misunderstanding?
Thank god.
More from the past.