Post by Hazerru on Oct 26, 2016 16:34:38 GMT
A loud snoring came from the boy’s bedroom, streaks of light piercing through cracks in the blinds as the door hung wide open. Hazerru shifted occasionally in his sleep, content murmurs coming from him, obviously dreaming of nice things. A taller figure walked past his wide open room, glancing inside of it before sighing, muttering profanities to himself. ‘’Hazzeru! Wake up, it’s 2 PM!’’ The voice of his father echoed through his room loudly. Knocked out of his romantic dream, Hazeru woke up with a confused, frustrated wail. He blinked twice, the blurry figure of his father detailing itself slowly as he blinked. ‘’You really oughta fix your sleepin’ schedule, boy.’’ His father sighed, scratching his scruffy beard. Hazerru slowly dragged himself out of bed, shuffling toward his wardrobe. ‘’Coffee’s ready, by the way.’’ His father said in a relatively casual tone as he turned around and went back downstairs, sitting down at the dinner table with his own mug of coffee, waiting for Hazerru.
‘’Yeah, sure, just ruin the best dream ever. That’s fine.’’ The boy muttered once his father had left, slipping into an olive green T-Shirt and his usual cream colored pants.
Once downstairs, Hazerru entered the room his dad was in and gave him a quick glance. ‘’Mornin’ pops.’’ He said casually. ‘’Afternoon.’’ He quickly corrected with a small snort. Hazerru simply ignored it out of just-awake-crankiness and poured himelf a cup of coffee before sitting across from his father. ‘’Where’s mom?’’ The boy asked with a tired expression. ‘’Out feeding her endless hunger for clothes.’’ Upon hearing this, Hazerru shrugged. ‘’Should’ve guessed.’’ He said. A silence occured for a moment, the sound of coffee being sipped being the only real noise for a while.
‘’Oh- Speaking of...dad?’’ The boy interrupted the silence, his father responding with a hum. ‘’Remember what you promised me once I graduated…?’’ He began to speak, his father only being able to chuckle. ‘’What? About you wanting to travel around for a year? Forget it, you can’t protect yourself!’’ The man argued curtly, chugging down the last bit of coffee in his mug. ‘’Bullshit! I’ve been training hard, remember!?’’ Hazerru tried to argue back, yet his father seemed to not be interested at all, standing up to pour more coffee while Hazerru spoke. ‘’Still as dense as ever, huh?’’ His father asked rhetorically, sitting down again with an exaggerated sigh. ‘’Alright, listen. If you can prove to me that you’ve matured enough, I’ll bite...Maybe.’’ The man stated. Hazerru snorted at the offer, looking at his father suspiciously. ‘’You’re way too easy to read, dad.’’ He said in a wary tone. ‘’Good! Then you know what I mean!’’ Hazerru sighed, feeling the urge to ram his forehead into the table out of annoyance. ‘’Dad, come on...There’s a difference in fighting my dad and some random thug.’’ In all honesty, Hazerru probably had a point. Physically fighting your own father was pretty messed up. His dad, however, didn’t seem to be convinced by his weak arguments. In his eyes, he needed to be strong willed enough to take on anyone, even his own father. ‘’No’s a no, boy! As long as you’re here you listen to MY rules. And there’s no way I’m letting that happen in the first place, unleeesss…’’ ‘’ALRIGHT! I get it! Fine, I’ll fight you, whatever.’’ Hazerru interrupted, giving into his father’s stubborn nature. Hazerru had always dreamed of travelling around the world, taking a year off on his own to get to know himself better, and in turn become a mature person. His father had promised him this, yet now he had to ‘prove himself’ first. Even if Hazerru was dead certain he had already grown strong enough to travel on his own, he did understand his father would be suspicious about it.
‘’Alrighty then, come on!’’ The grizzled man spoke as he stood up, looking at his son with a serious look in his eyes. ‘’Let’s go, Haz.’’ The boy’s eyes widened slightly. ‘’What- now? I just woke up…’’ His father seemed to ignore him, walking out of the room to slip into his boots. ‘’Well, your mom’s still gone! She’ll kill me if she found out I’m actually going along with this.’’ He shouted from the living room toward Hazerru. The boy snorted, a slight smile forming on his face as he stood up and entered the same room. ‘’What if she comes back, though?’’ He asked suspiciously, scared of his mom getting mad at them. ''Don't worry 'bout it, I'll think of something.'' His father replied in a trustworthy tone. Hazerru smiled at this, thanking his father genuinely.
Once the two were fully dressed and ready for Hazerru’s final test they headed outside to fight eachother. In a way, the battle seemed like a fitting goodbye before his journey. His father, who had trained him for five years was now the final thing between the boy and his dream. The two fought honorably and fairly, both sides duking it out with every ounce of strength they had. His father wasn’t going to let him get away that easy, yet Hazerru was determined to prove his growth, and prove that he surpassed his father.
In the end...He won, his father conceding. ‘’Okay, okay! I give up, jeez…’’ The older man huffed and puffed, clutching his bruised knees before letting out a huge sigh. Hazerru stood a few steps away from him, suspicious. ‘’Really!? Pretty sure...you’re... gonna suckerpunch me!’’ He said toward his father, dazed and close to his limit. His dad was always the type that would get in a mean shot or two. ‘’Damn it, boy! The one time I’m actually serious… DO YOU WANT TO LEAVE OR NOT!?’’ Upon hearing this, Hazerru was finally certain that he had won, a smirk forming on his face. ‘’Ha! Ha..Ha...I won…!’’ Hazerru croaked out in pain, trying to raise an arm which only resulted in a pained yelp. ‘’Oh-Oh... there I go…’’ Hazerru felt his own vision go dark as he himself became increasingly dizzy. Finally, the boy fainted, his body falling to the floor, unconscious. His father couldn’t help but snicker at the sight, limping over to pick up his son and bring him back into bed. ‘’Yeah, you’re gonna do just fine on your own...’’ He muttered to himself, a feeling of pride for his son washing over him.
The next week, Hazerru finally finished his preparations. A map, food, water, cellphone, clothes and plenty of Zenni. The boy had no idea where he was going or how far away from home he would be, all he hoped for was that he wouldn’t regret his decision.
‘’Yeah, sure, just ruin the best dream ever. That’s fine.’’ The boy muttered once his father had left, slipping into an olive green T-Shirt and his usual cream colored pants.
Once downstairs, Hazerru entered the room his dad was in and gave him a quick glance. ‘’Mornin’ pops.’’ He said casually. ‘’Afternoon.’’ He quickly corrected with a small snort. Hazerru simply ignored it out of just-awake-crankiness and poured himelf a cup of coffee before sitting across from his father. ‘’Where’s mom?’’ The boy asked with a tired expression. ‘’Out feeding her endless hunger for clothes.’’ Upon hearing this, Hazerru shrugged. ‘’Should’ve guessed.’’ He said. A silence occured for a moment, the sound of coffee being sipped being the only real noise for a while.
‘’Oh- Speaking of...dad?’’ The boy interrupted the silence, his father responding with a hum. ‘’Remember what you promised me once I graduated…?’’ He began to speak, his father only being able to chuckle. ‘’What? About you wanting to travel around for a year? Forget it, you can’t protect yourself!’’ The man argued curtly, chugging down the last bit of coffee in his mug. ‘’Bullshit! I’ve been training hard, remember!?’’ Hazerru tried to argue back, yet his father seemed to not be interested at all, standing up to pour more coffee while Hazerru spoke. ‘’Still as dense as ever, huh?’’ His father asked rhetorically, sitting down again with an exaggerated sigh. ‘’Alright, listen. If you can prove to me that you’ve matured enough, I’ll bite...Maybe.’’ The man stated. Hazerru snorted at the offer, looking at his father suspiciously. ‘’You’re way too easy to read, dad.’’ He said in a wary tone. ‘’Good! Then you know what I mean!’’ Hazerru sighed, feeling the urge to ram his forehead into the table out of annoyance. ‘’Dad, come on...There’s a difference in fighting my dad and some random thug.’’ In all honesty, Hazerru probably had a point. Physically fighting your own father was pretty messed up. His dad, however, didn’t seem to be convinced by his weak arguments. In his eyes, he needed to be strong willed enough to take on anyone, even his own father. ‘’No’s a no, boy! As long as you’re here you listen to MY rules. And there’s no way I’m letting that happen in the first place, unleeesss…’’ ‘’ALRIGHT! I get it! Fine, I’ll fight you, whatever.’’ Hazerru interrupted, giving into his father’s stubborn nature. Hazerru had always dreamed of travelling around the world, taking a year off on his own to get to know himself better, and in turn become a mature person. His father had promised him this, yet now he had to ‘prove himself’ first. Even if Hazerru was dead certain he had already grown strong enough to travel on his own, he did understand his father would be suspicious about it.
‘’Alrighty then, come on!’’ The grizzled man spoke as he stood up, looking at his son with a serious look in his eyes. ‘’Let’s go, Haz.’’ The boy’s eyes widened slightly. ‘’What- now? I just woke up…’’ His father seemed to ignore him, walking out of the room to slip into his boots. ‘’Well, your mom’s still gone! She’ll kill me if she found out I’m actually going along with this.’’ He shouted from the living room toward Hazerru. The boy snorted, a slight smile forming on his face as he stood up and entered the same room. ‘’What if she comes back, though?’’ He asked suspiciously, scared of his mom getting mad at them. ''Don't worry 'bout it, I'll think of something.'' His father replied in a trustworthy tone. Hazerru smiled at this, thanking his father genuinely.
Once the two were fully dressed and ready for Hazerru’s final test they headed outside to fight eachother. In a way, the battle seemed like a fitting goodbye before his journey. His father, who had trained him for five years was now the final thing between the boy and his dream. The two fought honorably and fairly, both sides duking it out with every ounce of strength they had. His father wasn’t going to let him get away that easy, yet Hazerru was determined to prove his growth, and prove that he surpassed his father.
In the end...He won, his father conceding. ‘’Okay, okay! I give up, jeez…’’ The older man huffed and puffed, clutching his bruised knees before letting out a huge sigh. Hazerru stood a few steps away from him, suspicious. ‘’Really!? Pretty sure...you’re... gonna suckerpunch me!’’ He said toward his father, dazed and close to his limit. His dad was always the type that would get in a mean shot or two. ‘’Damn it, boy! The one time I’m actually serious… DO YOU WANT TO LEAVE OR NOT!?’’ Upon hearing this, Hazerru was finally certain that he had won, a smirk forming on his face. ‘’Ha! Ha..Ha...I won…!’’ Hazerru croaked out in pain, trying to raise an arm which only resulted in a pained yelp. ‘’Oh-Oh... there I go…’’ Hazerru felt his own vision go dark as he himself became increasingly dizzy. Finally, the boy fainted, his body falling to the floor, unconscious. His father couldn’t help but snicker at the sight, limping over to pick up his son and bring him back into bed. ‘’Yeah, you’re gonna do just fine on your own...’’ He muttered to himself, a feeling of pride for his son washing over him.
The next week, Hazerru finally finished his preparations. A map, food, water, cellphone, clothes and plenty of Zenni. The boy had no idea where he was going or how far away from home he would be, all he hoped for was that he wouldn’t regret his decision.