𝙴𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚜 & 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚜

Indie. selective & private Takaaki Ishimaru from DR:AE Read the rules

[yakuinaki]

bosozoku101·:

Anger boiled, his very veins were heated till they would most certainly catch on fire. His nose scrunched into a terrifying snarl that any regular man would be intimidated by. “Mother fucker…!” Mondo clenched his fist and stepped forward, getting up close and personal into Takaaki’s face. “I’d pound ya right ‘ere and now if ya weren’t Kiyotaka’s father!” It wasn’t far fetched for the former biker to beat people up, though rarely for cops or other figures of authority. He hated that the other didn’t like him being around Kiyotaka, if anything he was influencing him more than the other way around but he knew he couldn’t tell Takaaki that they were a little more than just friends. But the temptation was strong to crush the others dreams of him ever getting grandchildren. 

Smirking he had gotten so close that his nose nearly touched the detectives. “Imma do what ever th’ fuck I want wit Kiyotaka and ya can’t, do, shit.”

    ... that was a threat, wasn’t it?  Oowada had just threatened him ..?

    Even with this lowlife directly in his face, spitting loathsome statements bubbling with anger, Takaaki hadn’t moved -- hadn’t flinched and remained exactly where he was.  If Oowada acted upon his earlier threats, then the officer wouldn’t have any issue taking him back to the precinct.  It’d be a sweet treat to know Oowada hadn’t really changed like he swears he has, and rub it in his smug face.

    “Even for the fool I knew you to be, you are sinking new levels of lowliness for interfering with my son.”

[tamatanz]

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[yakuinaki]

bosozoku101·:

A vein was about to pop. That much was clear by the quick flick of his head when he faced the older man. Takaaki was one of those people who just always seemed to tick him off no matter what they did. Maybe it was because it made no difference how hard he tried, what he became or accomplished now even here today it was never enough. Just like all the other adults. 

Lips pursed he always knew Kiyotaka was the only thing that kept life civil when in the same room as each other. Takaaki always feared he was going to make his son rob a bank or murder someone. “My records been clean fer 2 months now! Ya can’t shove that shit in my face, old man.” He spat with venom, disrespect to one who did not deserve. 

“S’ides th’ only reason yer hear s’ ‘ta talk ‘ta me ‘bout Kiyotaka again, right? Or s’ it jus’ ‘ta start some shit?”

    Two months?  Was Oowada really flaunting the fact he hasn’t added yet another item to his long list of wrong doings?  Not to mention this didn’t necessarily mean he wasn’t still doing those things -- he just wasn’t caught.  It’s never wise to fully trust people like this.  Not only do they ruin their own lives, but because of their recklessness, they can ruin other’s lives as well.

    It was disgusting.

    “ If anyone is trying to start anything, it is you.  Try as I might, warning you, and further yet, demanding you to leave my son alone, you continue to pester him.  I am giving you one last warning ... one last plea to never talk to my son again. ”

[yakuinaki]

bosozoku101·:

Mondo crossed his arms with a sneer and a light ‘tsk’. Even an elder, even being Kiyotaka’s father he was scared of no man and that includes Takaaki. He’d been put in jail enough times by the detective to know when a cop was bluffing. It wasn’t his first time but it was the only time someone had said it straight out to him. “Yer gonna punch me then what, eh? Ya think Kiyotaka’s gonna take lightly ‘t ya beatin’ on someone who ain’t did shit?”

    “ This has nothing to do with my son -- ”

    Lies.  It had everything to do with his son.  It had to do with this ruffian meddling with his son, influencing his son, and just ... being with his son.  In any sense of the word.  Takaaki never liked to express his anger so openly, but ...

    “ -- It is almost laughable to hear you say that you have not done anything wrong.  Your records would state otherwise. ”

[yakuinaki]

@bosozoku101 || cont.

    Takaaki ignores the glare.  Oowada was being foolish, not even thinking twice about this.  “ Bold of you to taunt and provoke me. ”

[yakuinaki]

bosozoku101:

[yakuinaki]

@bosozoku101

[yakuinaki]

Casual Talk

[yakuinaki]

his-aniki :

Kiyotaka was no stranger to his father’s skepticism of Mondo. Of course he could understand, he too felt the same frustration Takaaki felt about the zoku upon their first meeting. Someone whom held no regard for the law was able to make it into such a prestigious academy, whom he’d perceived to have done nothing of value to have secured his spot in their class. But everything had changed since then, and he wasn’t quite sure how to prove that the other boy was, in fact a good person. The question was jarring, although not unexpected. This wasn’t the first time Takaaki had inquired about whether or not he’d made any other friends. Unfortunately, Kiyotaka doubted he would see the results he’d hoped for anytime soon. “I am unsure of exactly how many students attend Hope’s Peak, father. I do know that there tend to be at least sixteen students in each main course, however!” He understood the implications behind such an inquiry, yet this time it seemed better that he feign as though it had gone over his head. “As for the young women who attend…they are rather pleasant as well, I suppose. I must admit that I have not spoken with them regularly! We simply do not share the same interests as one another! I find myself often having more conversations with the males in my class as well, despite our differences!”

    “Well,” he started rather ( unintentionally ) loudly, shifting the weight of his body in the chair to a more comfortable position.  “I am glad to hear they are pleasant.”  He understood that it was typical that boys would group with boys, and girls with girls, among friend groups -- but he thought Kiyotaka would have at least have one female friend by now.

    Kiyotaka was a strapping young man, and he always was!  And now that he was in a school setting where everyone was civil, for the most part, surely there’d be girls who’d be interested in him.

    “It wouldn’t hurt to have a few female friends as well as male ones, Kiyotaka.  I am sure you would get along just fine with them after a few more conversations.  Who knows, perhaps they are just shy.”

    A soft grin graced his features as he remembered his wife back when they were in high school.  She gave him a difficult time, hardly gave him the time of day.  And with that in mind, he added on, “Or, just teasing you -- playing hard to get.  Just keep at it.”

[fuukiin]

Quality Time

[yakuinaki]

his-aniki :

Relief cascaded over him, Kiyotaka feeling the knot which had tied itself so tightly in his chest beginning to unwind. Strangely enough he felt guilty for his own actions, for worrying Takaaki as he had done too many times before. This must have just been a habit of his, to unintentionally hurt the ones whom he cared for the most. Kiyotaka wasn’t sure how many instances had caused his father worry, but he did know that even once was too many. With the exit now free of blockade, he scrubbed at his eyes, sniffling in an attempt to regain composure. Idly, the student wondered if he would ever free himself from his habit. Tears were unbecoming, though they flowed freely at even the slightest provocation. With his eyes now free of the residue, he took a deep breath, heading for the desired location. As usual their house was quiet, free of the sound pollution of a television. Usually such a serene atmosphere was relaxing to Kiyotaka after a busy day at school, however the silence felt deafening this time; he was almost thankful once Takaaki entered the room, bringing with him the sound of life within their home. A small smile spread on his face, rinsing their rather over starched rice beneath the running water once he was allowed room. “If you wouldn’t mind preparing the soup for us father I would be grateful for the assistance! Thank you, I appreciate the gracious offer!”

    It was nearly miraculous how quickly Kiyotaka bounced back after losing himself.  Sometimes, he wished he could be more like that.  Sometimes he felt too stoic for his family’s own good; it would be nice to showcase his worries and sorrow, then go back to neutral when he finished.  In instances like this, he wished he could be much more like his son.

    After affirming he’d do as Kiyotaka asked, Takaaki rummaged for a saucepan, fired up the burner, and waited for the water to heat up.

    Even if the beginning of their time together had a rough start, Takaaki was still grateful to have the night in with him.  The tension from their prior conversation eased, and soon enough he, too, was content as he stirred the contents of the saucepan.

    “How did your classes go?” The man asked over his shoulder, hoping Kiyotaka would exclude the ‘accident’.

[yakuinaki]

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    “As with any job, it comes with its difficulties.  There are some days when I would much rather stay home with Kiyotaka.  The job itself is not the problem – I like the work involved.  It’s my colleagues that are the main issue.  They will occasionally make snide remarks about my father or son in front of me; they will say I am not trust worthy to work for the government.  But other than that, I don’t mind it.”

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[yakuinaki]

Casual Talk

[yakuinaki]

his-aniki :

Words poured from his mouth with no sign of stopping, flowing freely with a certain carelessness that Kiyotaka hadn’t shown in years. Hope’s Peak had been the best thing that ever happened to him, despite his misgivings about leaving home beforehand. Kiyotaka couldn’t help the grin which nearly split his face in two, eyeing Takaaki whilst he humored him. Distinct nods followed each one of his statements, forcing him to wonder if perhaps he was boring his father. Then the question came, about friends; the relationships he’d made. ‘Friends’ was a bit of an overstatement, true Kiyotaka did get along much more easily with his classmates here than in previous schools, although he truly only had a single friend. Someone who would see him through thick and thin, who would understand him no matter what. For now, the rest were simply acquaintances.  “Kyoudai has been quite well, father! I prepared lunch, as well as a pot of tea for the both of us! He seemed quite ecstatic about it! Ah! I have also taken to tutoring him, his grades have improved since the first few weeks, as does his understanding of the subjects!”

    Ah, yes: ‘Kyoudai.’  Now, there was a familiar alias, one that Kiyotaka was always so fond to bring up in conversation.  Takaaki was hoping his son would have made new friends since the last time he had asked.  When first hearing about “kyoudai,” Takaaki was elated that Kiyotaka finally made a connection with someone -- but, after hearing more about him, the officer had hoped his son’s friendships would blossom with the other students.

    “Good to hear --!”  The man lowered the paper and began to fold it back up before resting it on the table’s surface.  His undivided attention was focused back on his son, bearing a tired grin as he continued.

    “There is ... how many students attending that school; there must be at least a few more who would make good friends.”  He knew Kiyotaka didn’t have any luck in befriending others in any previous school ( but had better luck making enemies for simply existing, ) but after hearing the students were civil at Hope’s Peak, Takaaki hoped for the best.  And when his hopes were answered, and Kiyotaka made a friend, it had to be someone with a criminal record.

    “What about some of the girls?  Are any of them friendly?”

[contemplatethevoid]

[fuukiin]

Quality Time

[yakuinaki]

his-aniki :

Takaaki as just as stubborn as ever, exactly where Kiyotaka had learned his own cast iron volition from. Yet when he was questioned further, he could feel his lip quivering. Keeping up the charade was surely the hardest endeavor of this entire scheme. More than anything he wanted to get out of this situation, move to the kitchen like he’d intended to prepare a nice dinner for himself and his father. Still, Takaaki refused to move, giving him that exhausted yet stern look Kiyotaka couldn’t erase from his memories. “I am hurt, this much is true…but it is nothing that I cannot handle on my own, father! Please, I ask you to have faith in me! I am capable of caring for my own wounds!” Kiyotaka took a breath, calming himself before he lost control of his emotions. The last thing he wanted to do was begin to cry, nevertheless he could feel the anxiety welling in his chest, burying itself deep within. “I will show you my injuries if you insist, father, however I would…greatly appreciate it if you would allow me to begin preparing our meal for the evening!”

    The man teetered on whether or not to leave the conversation be.  The lip quiver said it all, and the first tinge of guilt trilled through him.  He was being too forceful.  He stood there, unsure or what to say or what to do.  If he asked once more, he feared his son would lose his composure; he wanted to avoid that.

    After a few moments, Takaaki shifted to the side, ready to take his leave before glancing back at his son.  A sigh.  “I am rather famished after today ... go get dinner started, and I will be with you shortly.”  And with that, the man left the arch of the door frame, allowing his son to escape his blockade.  And he was back shortly, only after discarding his coat.

    Takaaki lead himself into the kitchen, running hot soapy water on his hands before offering any form of help.

[yakuinaki]

Casual Talk

@his-aniki

    His butt was only planted in his seat for roughly five minutes, but Takaaki was already being put at ease.  He didn’t need to worry about work for the rest of the day -- bliss.  And what’s more, Kiyotaka was home as well.  Takaaki couldn’t remember the last time the two were able to sit and talk with one another in this manner.  It was quaint, relaxing; he missed it.

    With the paper clutched in his hands, the officer nodded here and there in response to his son’s stories about classes.  Now that Kiyotaka’s made friends with his classmates ( finally, thank God, ) his demeanor seemed cheerier.  As there was a break in his son’s speech, Takaaki looked up over the top edge of the paper.  Peering over at the student with a contented grin, he let out his first question of the night.

    “How have your friends been lately?”

[fuukiin]

Quality Time

[yakuinaki]

his-aniki :

He didn’t like this, avoiding eye contact, becoming distant, lying to his father. Even if this was the only way, was it really worth it? Takaaki’s steadily graying hair told him it was. Truly, Kiyotaka loved his father; he was a good man as well as a good role model. He worked endlessly day and night to provide for them, for what little they had left. Who was he to worry someone so noble with something as foolish as a few physical complications? “Father, I…” His teeth clenched, nose wrinkling whilst he searched for an answer deep inside of him. What could he even say? Tears began to well up in his eyes, not from a recollection of the incident, rather because Kiyotaka had no idea what to do. He was trapped by someone who cared too deeply, someone who wouldn’t use him to excel further in life. Someone who…simply wanted to see him live a normal life.  “I am sorry…I hadn’t meant to worry you in such a way. I promise that you need not bother yourself with such a trivial issue, as it was merely an accident! I am sure that the students responsible will realize how foolish they were, and come to apologize in the morning! It was…an accident…” Kiyotaka repeated the phrase, as if he were trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince the man in front of him. “I will be alright, father, so please do not cause yourself unneeded stress.”

    An accident.

    Perhaps Takaaki would have been more inclined to leave the issue be if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s heard “it was an accident!” so frequently during his years of work.  And even if it was an accident, Kiyotaka still didn’t answer his question -- at least, not enough to ease his worry.  Takaaki wished to know who was involved and where, along with what exactly occurred to cause harm to his son.  Clearly, judging by the globs of tears at the corners of his eyes, Kiyotaka didn’t wish to discuss it further.

    “Kiyotaka ...”  The man rubbed the darkened skin that resided under his eye as a sigh rolled out.  “You do not need to apologize for any reaction that I may have when it comes to your well being.  If you are hurt -- even if it is minor or over something meaningless -- I want to know.  It makes me more stressed not knowing if you are alright or not.  And while you say you are fine, it still leaves me with concern for you.”

    He wasn’t even entirely sure if that came out clearly.  Nor was he sure if he had anything else to add, or if he should move.

[fuukiin]

Quality Time

[yakuinaki]

his-aniki :

The door opened, then shut, slowing Kiyotaka down in his endeavors. Takaaki was home, one of the few people who he wished wouldn’t see him in such a state; although he’d be hard pressed to hide himself from his father now. His fingers worked quickly on the buttons of his dress shirt, slipping them back into their rightful slots before Takaaki could round the corner, yet the call–the suspicious look that came with it–said everything. Kiyotaka was a bad actor, and an even worse liar. The inevitable question hanging in the air, red eyes meeting those of a dull grey. Today must have been another rough endeavor, that was if Takaaki’s expression was anything to go off of. There was a familiar tiredness hidden beneath the worry, behind everything the man did for him, and through that Kiyotaka couldn’t help the grip of guilt pull at him once again. Yes, he was enduring physical trauma at school, however his father was paying with so much more. This is why he had to keep quiet, best not to worry him any further. A smile, bright and welcoming lit up his face. “Father, how wonderful it is to see that you are home early this evening!” He tried desperately to shift the conversation somewhere more pleasant, though that look said otherwise. His smile fell, slightly, yet enough. “Please…do not worry about it! There was an altercation at school today, thankfully I was there to take care of it myself! Now, if you will excuse me, father I must attend to dinner! You arrived much earlier than I had anticipated, so…I am afraid I was unprepared!” He pulled at the edges of his gakuran, straightening it before any further confrontation could occur, although somehow he knew such a feat was nearly impossible.

    Of course, this wasn’t a reaction Takaaki wasn’t used to.  Granted, this sort of scenario mostly happened in Kiyotaka’s younger days, but it was still easy for him to tell something was off.  Still, he gave his son the benefit of the doubt, and let him continue talking -- though was disappointed that Kiyotaka’s report was vague, only to follow it with dinner plans.

    But still, Takaaki’s gaze -- although stern -- remained soft.  Kiyotaka was not bleeding out from this “altercation”; therefore, he assumed it was a group of rowdy kids kicking him down, as always.  Was it ever going to stop?  Or would he have to worry about his son’s well being as he moves out and attends university?  What about when he’s possibly married?  The idea of Kiyotaka enduring this abuse any longer was ... sickening.

    With a solid step to the side, Takaaki blocked the door frame with his body.  Arms crossed, he looked down towards the pattern in the flooring as he did his best to conjure up a response.  How was he even supposed to respond to this?

    He looked back up.

    “Do not avoid me.  What happened?”  His volume rose a tad, but only out of concern.  The only thing that stung more than knowing your son was tormented was the fact that he proceeded to nonchalantly brush it off.  Takaaki made sure the two of them were sharing eye contact before continuing, unlacing his arms and letting them fall to his sides.

    He reiterated.  “Tell me what happened.”