[ baba gives a very soft Hummmmmmm, teasing him about his taste—always on the lighter side of things, aren't they? maybe that's natural when it comes to people with dark hair, or maybe it's just the times... tsukasa, if she recalls, also likes (liked?) some fairly light-haired people. he's showed her on his phone, pictures of his friends, how fondly he talks of them...
she laughs again, closing her eyes, then quietly asks leo to look after him, now that he's home. to talk to their parents, too... at least try. she'd like things to be at peace again... she'd like to see his photos on the wall again. that's a little selfish to request, she knows, but it's an old woman's sentimental last wish. ]
the part he knew'd come up, and he's quiet as he buries his face more into her. baba... probably won't be alive to see if they ever are put up again, but every year she'd come to visit for a night, then leave relieved to know things were good. if they ever would.
okay, he finally says. i'll try, baba. i can try.
because he can't make promises he can't keep anymore, but he can say he'll try. he'd been meaning to talk to them today anyway. while he was around.]
[ she strokes his hair, comforting. this is a two way street, she knows; those two have to be willing to accept their first son as he is, as he's become. he's turned out to be such a wonderful adult, after all. this she means, giving him a squeeze.
after a long moment, she starts to sing; it's a song they used to sing together, an old love song she used to dance to, voice sweet but weaker than it used to be when he was younger. age hasn't taken her spirit, her love of this art and many others, but it has hampered it, somewhat. ]
[he almost protests that, that he hasn't become anything like that, but he's stopped at her song; gently, gently, it wraps around him and he breathes a little easier, the lump giving way to habit as he sings with her, voice strong but soft.
that's how tsukasa probably finds them, really. if he hasn't been found by their parents first.]
[ he, unfortunately, has been; wrapped up in talking to them, welcoming them home, hesitating at... at their questioning of why he has three teas on his tray. if he has a friend or two over, and why he didn't ask them first, and if it was really okay to have them over when such important matters were being discussed—
he bows his head and apologizes, stepping away. he'll fetch them right now; they're with baba, who was also going to be a recipient of this tea, so...
tsukasa knocks gently before he enters, smiling slightly at the song, at their voices mingling so wonderfully together... he shuts the door part ways behind him like before, setting the tray down at her bedside. ]
Sorry to interrupt. [ his voice is quiet, heavy. ] Baba, here's your tea. You too, Leonii. But...
[ he hesitates, chewing his bottom lip, and leans closer to leo. in english, now: ] Mom and Dad are back. They want to see what friend I brought over without their permission.
[... mm. speak of the devil and he shall appear, or so he's heard, and leo reluctantly peels away from baba to help her sit up more, present her her tea, and take his own.
also in english, very much pretending to be a lot more calm than he's actually feeling:] Good. Been waitin' to talk to them anyway.
[like. he says that. but his tea is shaking just a bit, which he sips at to disguise the fact.]
You wanna stay here? Or do you wanna come with me? It's probably gonna get loud, so...
[ baba sips her tea, giving them both a curious look, and tsukasa glances at her before he closes his eyes.
he wants to be there for leo, but he'd like to be here for baba, to make sure she isn't upset or agitated by the....... discussion there's sure to be... he's obviously torn, squeezing his cup tightly, before he slowly shakes his head and sets it back down. ]
I'll come with you. I'm niisan's ally, after all. [ he reaches for leo's hand, hesitates, and grips the hem of his shirt instead, like a child. ] If it gets too much, I'll come back to make sure Baba's not wound up or anything, but I want to be there for you, Leonii. I wish I'd been able to be back before you left.
[ but he was a stupid, stupid child, who didn't understand anything at all, so... ]
[... mm. tsukasa's older now, and even if he's not an adult in age nor maturity-- well, he's just past the age leo was when he up and left for japan, when he began really make his own decisions and pay for their consequences. leo can't protect tsukasa from everything, can't guide him properly or be the best big brother for him, but
but he nods and downs the rest of his tea carelessly, setting the empty cup aside and ignoring the burn of his tongue, his throat, as he turns back to their grandma and puts his hands around hers, a little more resolute when he speaks this time.]
Mom and Dad are back. I'm gonna talk to them. [... a small squeeze; he's scared, he's scared, he doesn't want to, but.] It isn't gonna go well, but it'll be okay. It's worse if I don't show my face to them.
[probably. leo reluctantly lets baba's hands go, moving to stand and take tsukasa's. it's okay, it's okay. this, too, is a part of growing up, and he's no longer the child they'd fought with before. whether they like it or not, he's seen the world and he's experienced all kinds of things; he's grown up, even if they wouldn't agree with baba's assessment of how well that'd gone.]
[ good luck, dear, baba replies, voice tinged with the hope that it will go well, that things will work out anyway, even despite how things are... stay optimistic.
tsukasa turns his face away, when leo takes his hands, when baba sips her tea and sets it in her lap. ah, it's terrifying, now. he'll have leo, of course, but their parents are already stressed and upset about the state of baba, and then obon's freshly done, but there's still more things to do, and...
he leads his older brother out of the room, shutting the door behind them. his tea's going to grow cold in there, but it's fine. he takes a deep breath, glancing at leo. ]
[he's not. he wouldn't ever be ready, not a day in his life; if he could've gone the rest of his life without seeing them again he would've, stomach twisting itself into knots, but. unfortunately. this is how it is, and he has to accept that.
the grin he gives tsukasa seems unburdened, but there's an underlying nervousness regardless.]
Yeah, of course. C'mon, the longer we make 'em wait the madder they'll be.
[leo knows this as fact, and though his feet feel heavier than anything in the world he starts them along, the halls familiar and yet so, so alien to him now. as if he doesn't belong.]
[ that's true, and tsukasa leans against him as they walk; he counts their steps, familiar with how long it takes to get to the front room, and pauses again at the door. exhales softly, shaking slightly, as he slides open the door.
the little talk that had populated the room stops immediately at the sight of leo, and tsukasa shrinks against him slightly. ]
...Leonii was around and wanted to pay his respects to Baba before she passed, [ he mumbles, not even sure if they heard him; they're more focused on his older brother, and as always, their expressions are a little hard to read.
instead of replying to tsukasa, their mother simply asks leo what he's doing here— it isn't like they didn't hear, but it's like, they want to hear him say it, sort of feeling. ]
[the sight of them is enough to throw every bit of courage out the window, his knots knotting, but tsukasa's presence, his hand and weight, anchors him down. he lifts his head a bit, slouching in a way he knows always tended to anger them, and shrugs.]
Like Tsuka said. I was around and wanted to see Baba again. I'm allowed to do that much, aren't I?
[ he isn't a child of their family anymore, so she isn't his baba any longer.
that's their father, and tsukasa squeezes leo's hand. ]
H-He's still— [ don't speak unless spoken to, tsukasa, their mother reminds him, and tsukasa's mouth shuts immediately.
she continues, once that's passed, with the question of just how long he's been in the city? (the implied question to tsukasa is, how long have you known about him being here, how long have you been sneaking off to spend time with him, and things like that. questions that have answers they aren't going to like, that tighten tsukasa's throat up too much.) ]
If I'm not your kid, then does it matter how long I've been here? Tsuka's only known for-- for a couple of weeks, since Tanabata.
[a bold faced lie to their parents. better for tsukasa, better for him.]
Anyway, names the same or not, I'm still her blood. She welcomed me and we sang together, just like we used to. I was gonna take my leave after that, but... [he hesitates, then steps forward a bit.] But I wanted to check on you, too.
[talk to them, really, as swimmingly as that's going. optimistic, optimistic, they had to have missed him... he was their firstborn.]
[ tsukasa knows his feelings show on his face, so he keeps his head down when leo starts talking— good enough to hide the surprise at the cover up, even if it's going to be worse if they do find out the truth... but then it'd be leo's fault still, he guesses, for lying, since tsukasa is "speak when spoken too"'d right now...
their parents at least give pause on that, father with his lips pressed together, mother with a slightly more sympathetic look that she shakes away. they've been Perfectly Fine. tsukasa has turned out to be a wonderful young man without leo's influence on him, who's excelled in both studies and life. and... she pauses, playing slightly with her sleeve (an unfortunate tell tsukasa'd inherited from her), she asks him. how he's been doing.
[leo glances away, rubbing his neck (where rosetis's tattoo is, a reminder of his past and present), and shrugs. of course tsukasa's excelled without him, he knew that.]
Fine. Have a job. I sing with someone on the side, and my boyfriend's the most wonderful person in the world. [hhhh] I might not've grown up to be a wonderful young man but I've grown up happier out there than I did in here, being able to do what I want.
[... learning from his own mistakes and the like...]
she says it in a way that tsukasa grimaces at, knowing the reaction isn't going to be anything good. it's something he keeps in mind when he talks about any one of his friends to them, to curb any not-so-friend-like feelings that might leak through, that... they're not particularly open to the idea.
she's glad he's happy, she continues a little stiffly, even if it meant abandoning people who cared for him, who loved him, who thought the world of him. she supposes him dating men is acceptable too, she continues a little more stiffly, seeing as he doesn't have a family to having grandchildren for. she can't imagine he would have raised them well, anyway—once things got too hard for him, he would've just left, too. once things weren't going his way, with his boyfriend, he would've just run off again. she tucks her hair behind her ear as she talks, staring down at him despite the fact they're nearly the same height. ]
[leo bristles the more she talks, the hand gripping tsukasa's tightening, and he slouches down a little more, expression moody over angry. he's been feeling fifteen a lot this year, especially now. don't snap, don't snap, don't snap.]
It wasn't hard being your puppet, Mom. I just wasn't happy doing it. I wanted more than just toiling at the shrine, doing extra work you'd criticized if I got anything less than what you wanted in school, and if I was that age I'd do it all again. I don't regret it one bit.
[how it went more, but actually leaving? no, no he can't regret that, then he'd be wrong.]
I'm not without a name though. Tsukinaga's the one I took, and if I've gotta adopt kids then I will... though I'm not looking to any time soon. I'm not eager to fuck up some kid's life like you guys are.
[ how ungrateful. they loved him, took care of him, raised him properly—or tried to, before he fell in with those hooligans—, gave him a home, didn't kick him out months before he actually left like they should have, for tarnishing the suzakura name in front of their peers, in front of his peers—
tsukasa is happy, she continues after taking a breath to calm down. he does everything properly, and he's happy. isn't he, she states more than asks when she looks at him, and tsukasa keeps his eyes to the ground. ]
...Yes, Mother, I'm happy. [ it isn't untrue, because he does have things to be happy about, but it's what he's told leo before, things are good enough... it's good enough. he hesitates, glancing up, and shuffles on his feet. ] But I think... I think you're being a little too harsh on Leonii. Um, Baba did the same thing, didn't she...? And she turned out just fine, so I think you should have a little more faith in Leonii, too...
[ when he can prove he's a truly responsible young man, they will, his father replies, and tsukasa frowns slightly— he should stop while he's ahead, maybe, but— ]
He came home to talk to you two while he was in the city, didn't he? He didn't have to. I think that's responsible of him—
Ha, yeah, that's enough. Like I thought you guys haven't learned a~t all what you did wrong, huh? And here I thought you might've, since you let Tsuka do more than you let me at his age.
[which. he's a little jealous of, but it's probably so tsukasa wouldn't be tempted the way leo'd been. let it be enough, with the fear of disappointment and losing home, and anyone'll be complacent. it's what rosetis does on a grander scale, though the comparison makes him feel a little sick.]
Forget it, Tsuka, It was a waste of time coming here for anything but Baba. Whatever I'd do wouldn't be enough for you anyway and you know it.
[leo knows he's running again, knows he's being childish, but they're not open to listen, he can tell. what's the point, then.]
[ what would be enough for them would be a proper apology. a pause, and then: from the both of them. leo for how his actions have reflected on him and them both here and in japan, and from tsukasa for speaking out of turn.
tsukasa shuts his mouth, shoulders hunched. leo's probably right, that they're not going to listen, but... but...... ]
...Will you two please hear him out, at least a little...? [ softly, looking down, free hand twisting the hem of his shirt. ] And Leonii, can you calm down a little...? I... I want us to talk this out like adults. Um—
[ he pauses, glances over his shoulder. ]
If it'd be easier, I can go back to Baba.
[ their parents keep their eyes on leo, but mom gives a small nod; tsukasa leans on leo briefly—he's sorry, he's sorry, but he feels like he's doing more harm than good being out here, he's so, so, so sorry, niisan, for making this harder, for ruining this—and slides his hand away.
he gives them a bow and leaves, though he just slides the door shut and sits down in the hallway, hands pressed to his face.
mom watches the door, then turns back to leo and gives him a "go on" gesture. they'll listen to whatever he has to say, and if he has any ideas for reparations—if he wants to be part of tsukasa's life again, if he wants to be part of baba's before she passes, without all of this sneaking around—they're willing to listen. ]
leo hesitates, glancing back at where tsukasa'd left, and shifts on his feet, hand going behind to twist his shirt there. he'd messed this up.]
... I know you guys were just doing what you thought was best... and that you had great expectations for me, as your firstborn... but you didn't listen to me when I needed you to. Listening now won't change things, but as long as you're willing, then I'm willing to talk.
To be honest, I've been here for three, four years now. I... didn't last that long in Japan, I got homesick, [and a lot of other things,] but I didn't want to see you. But even still, I was happy being able to do what I wanted to, finding responsibilities I could handle, that I chose to handle, instead of them being pushed on me without thinking that maybe, maybe I was just pretending to have my sh-- to have everything together, when I really didn't.
[it's all clear to tsukasa's ears, the truth of all truths, because leo's certain he's done exactly as he'd said and returned to baba... and that he hadn't had a repeat of so many years ago, listening in to a conversation he had no part in.]
I'm sorry for leaving like that. [...] And for acting out before, too, but you wouldn't really look at me until I did those kind of things, you know? For all they were, those "hooligans" saw me for me, and one of them's still my best friend in the whole world. He's a good guy. You'd like him, actually, as long as you didn't let his past stain him.
Which... is... what I wanna ask you guys. That you look at me without a stain. Baba said that I've grown up into a wonderful young man, but-- but I don't think so at all, you know? I've messed up more times than I can count, and I've always relied on myself the way you taught me, but that hasn't... that hasn't helped any. Nazu's -- that's my boyfriend, Nazuna -- made me settle a bit more, got me to rely on others, so I'm not as much as a firecracker as I was before, I promise.
[... mmm...]
I don't know what I can do to... to be part of Tsuka's life again, of Baba's before she goes, but I wanna... I want to do something. Even if I'm a poor son and a poorer brother.
as soon as three, four years drops, so does his stomach, and tsukasa slowly lowers his hands. three, four years, when leo'd told him he'd arrived just shortly before his birthday— he'd had his suspicions, certainly, but to hear it confirmed, he... he listens to the rest of it, hugging his knees.
he listens to his parents, too, and knows that it's nothing leo's going to agree to. he loves baba, he loves him, (but not enough to tell him—them—the truth, not enough to come around, not enough to not keep up some shitty, awful charade— three, four years—), but not enough to do ask they (as their father) ask, which is simply: giving that up and returning to the shrine. he can keep his boyfriend as long as he's aware it isn't something that can last; he can keep at least two piercings; he can't get in trouble; but whatever he's doing now, wherever he's staying, it has to end. he's going to become a full-time caretaker of the shrine, as the heir and as an adult.
(it's not as if their mother is entirely unsympathetic. she takes after her mother, in a way, but she also had her father. she knew when it was time to stop playing around, and she knew that there was a greater happiness waiting when one steps back past the boundary lines of life instead of dashing ahead without a care in the world. it's time to get serious, leo. she says so, reaching out to stroke his hair, eyebrows knitted together.
[it's nothing leo can agree to and he steps back, jerking his head from his mother's touch and feeling hurt sear his heart. mom might get it, just a bit, but dad?
(he thinks of how the other leo, the one in his memories of yumenosaki, said his father was one of tough love; he thinks of how that's similar now too, how his dad worries in his own way just the same as his mom, but they're not listening they don't get it they--)]
No. [firm.] I could do some of those things, but I couldn't do all of them. Giving up my freedom? My music? Coming back here, leaving Nazu to take care of his family by himself? Forget it.
[leo wouldn't mind becoming the heir again, to taking care of the shrine, but it'd never be his first priority the way they wanted it to be. he loves telling the stories he learned all his life. he loves the shrine. he loves the gods and the rituals and everything about it, it's in his blood as much as music is, as much as selfish freedom, and he just
doesn't want to choose, have it be all or nothing.]
I am serious. It's just not what you want me to be serious about.
[ then there's no helping it, dad replies. mom frowns slightly, turns— but defers, hands folded in front of her. there's no helping it, she repeats softer, voice soft, hurt at his pulling away tucked beneath it.
it's true; their dad doesn't understand, having lived a life free of that, or rather, he'd been happy to accept what came his way. working hard, finding satisfaction in that achievement, in a land (in a time) where homogeneity was celebrated. is celebrated.
if he isn't going to meet them in the middle—and this is the middle, their father continues, (and if it reminds leo a little of what tsukasa said when they first reunited, about the give and take, then that's that)—then he can leave. ]
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she laughs again, closing her eyes, then quietly asks leo to look after him, now that he's home. to talk to their parents, too... at least try. she'd like things to be at peace again... she'd like to see his photos on the wall again. that's a little selfish to request, she knows, but it's an old woman's sentimental last wish. ]
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mm.
the part he knew'd come up, and he's quiet as he buries his face more into her. baba... probably won't be alive to see if they ever are put up again, but every year she'd come to visit for a night, then leave relieved to know things were good. if they ever would.
okay, he finally says. i'll try, baba. i can try.
because he can't make promises he can't keep anymore, but he can say he'll try. he'd been meaning to talk to them today anyway. while he was around.]
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after a long moment, she starts to sing; it's a song they used to sing together, an old love song she used to dance to, voice sweet but weaker than it used to be when he was younger. age hasn't taken her spirit, her love of this art and many others, but it has hampered it, somewhat. ]
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that's how tsukasa probably finds them, really. if he hasn't been found by their parents first.]
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he bows his head and apologizes, stepping away. he'll fetch them right now; they're with baba, who was also going to be a recipient of this tea, so...
tsukasa knocks gently before he enters, smiling slightly at the song, at their voices mingling so wonderfully together... he shuts the door part ways behind him like before, setting the tray down at her bedside. ]
Sorry to interrupt. [ his voice is quiet, heavy. ] Baba, here's your tea. You too, Leonii. But...
[ he hesitates, chewing his bottom lip, and leans closer to leo. in english, now: ] Mom and Dad are back. They want to see what friend I brought over without their permission.
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also in english, very much pretending to be a lot more calm than he's actually feeling:] Good. Been waitin' to talk to them anyway.
[like. he says that. but his tea is shaking just a bit, which he sips at to disguise the fact.]
You wanna stay here? Or do you wanna come with me? It's probably gonna get loud, so...
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he wants to be there for leo, but he'd like to be here for baba, to make sure she isn't upset or agitated by the....... discussion there's sure to be... he's obviously torn, squeezing his cup tightly, before he slowly shakes his head and sets it back down. ]
I'll come with you. I'm niisan's ally, after all. [ he reaches for leo's hand, hesitates, and grips the hem of his shirt instead, like a child. ] If it gets too much, I'll come back to make sure Baba's not wound up or anything, but I want to be there for you, Leonii. I wish I'd been able to be back before you left.
[ but he was a stupid, stupid child, who didn't understand anything at all, so... ]
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but he nods and downs the rest of his tea carelessly, setting the empty cup aside and ignoring the burn of his tongue, his throat, as he turns back to their grandma and puts his hands around hers, a little more resolute when he speaks this time.]
Mom and Dad are back. I'm gonna talk to them. [... a small squeeze; he's scared, he's scared, he doesn't want to, but.] It isn't gonna go well, but it'll be okay. It's worse if I don't show my face to them.
[probably. leo reluctantly lets baba's hands go, moving to stand and take tsukasa's. it's okay, it's okay. this, too, is a part of growing up, and he's no longer the child they'd fought with before. whether they like it or not, he's seen the world and he's experienced all kinds of things; he's grown up, even if they wouldn't agree with baba's assessment of how well that'd gone.]
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tsukasa turns his face away, when leo takes his hands, when baba sips her tea and sets it in her lap. ah, it's terrifying, now. he'll have leo, of course, but their parents are already stressed and upset about the state of baba, and then obon's freshly done, but there's still more things to do, and...
he leads his older brother out of the room, shutting the door behind them. his tea's going to grow cold in there, but it's fine. he takes a deep breath, glancing at leo. ]
...Are you ready, Leonii?
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the grin he gives tsukasa seems unburdened, but there's an underlying nervousness regardless.]
Yeah, of course. C'mon, the longer we make 'em wait the madder they'll be.
[leo knows this as fact, and though his feet feel heavier than anything in the world he starts them along, the halls familiar and yet so, so alien to him now. as if he doesn't belong.]
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the little talk that had populated the room stops immediately at the sight of leo, and tsukasa shrinks against him slightly. ]
...Leonii was around and wanted to pay his respects to Baba before she passed, [ he mumbles, not even sure if they heard him; they're more focused on his older brother, and as always, their expressions are a little hard to read.
instead of replying to tsukasa, their mother simply asks leo what he's doing here— it isn't like they didn't hear, but it's like, they want to hear him say it, sort of feeling. ]
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Like Tsuka said. I was around and wanted to see Baba again. I'm allowed to do that much, aren't I?
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that's their father, and tsukasa squeezes leo's hand. ]
H-He's still— [ don't speak unless spoken to, tsukasa, their mother reminds him, and tsukasa's mouth shuts immediately.
she continues, once that's passed, with the question of just how long he's been in the city? (the implied question to tsukasa is, how long have you known about him being here, how long have you been sneaking off to spend time with him, and things like that. questions that have answers they aren't going to like, that tighten tsukasa's throat up too much.) ]
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[a bold faced lie to their parents. better for tsukasa, better for him.]
Anyway, names the same or not, I'm still her blood. She welcomed me and we sang together, just like we used to. I was gonna take my leave after that, but... [he hesitates, then steps forward a bit.] But I wanted to check on you, too.
[talk to them, really, as swimmingly as that's going. optimistic, optimistic, they had to have missed him... he was their firstborn.]
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their parents at least give pause on that, father with his lips pressed together, mother with a slightly more sympathetic look that she shakes away. they've been Perfectly Fine. tsukasa has turned out to be a wonderful young man without leo's influence on him, who's excelled in both studies and life. and... she pauses, playing slightly with her sleeve (an unfortunate tell tsukasa'd inherited from her), she asks him. how he's been doing.
(as it's only polite to do so.) ]
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Fine. Have a job. I sing with someone on the side, and my boyfriend's the most wonderful person in the world. [hhhh] I might not've grown up to be a wonderful young man but I've grown up happier out there than I did in here, being able to do what I want.
[... learning from his own mistakes and the like...]
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she says it in a way that tsukasa grimaces at, knowing the reaction isn't going to be anything good. it's something he keeps in mind when he talks about any one of his friends to them, to curb any not-so-friend-like feelings that might leak through, that... they're not particularly open to the idea.
she's glad he's happy, she continues a little stiffly, even if it meant abandoning people who cared for him, who loved him, who thought the world of him. she supposes him dating men is acceptable too, she continues a little more stiffly, seeing as he doesn't have a family to having grandchildren for. she can't imagine he would have raised them well, anyway—once things got too hard for him, he would've just left, too. once things weren't going his way, with his boyfriend, he would've just run off again. she tucks her hair behind her ear as she talks, staring down at him despite the fact they're nearly the same height. ]
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It wasn't hard being your puppet, Mom. I just wasn't happy doing it. I wanted more than just toiling at the shrine, doing extra work you'd criticized if I got anything less than what you wanted in school, and if I was that age I'd do it all again. I don't regret it one bit.
[how it went more, but actually leaving? no, no he can't regret that, then he'd be wrong.]
I'm not without a name though. Tsukinaga's the one I took, and if I've gotta adopt kids then I will... though I'm not looking to any time soon. I'm not eager to fuck up some kid's life like you guys are.
[well, he tried.]
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tsukasa is happy, she continues after taking a breath to calm down. he does everything properly, and he's happy. isn't he, she states more than asks when she looks at him, and tsukasa keeps his eyes to the ground. ]
...Yes, Mother, I'm happy. [ it isn't untrue, because he does have things to be happy about, but it's what he's told leo before, things are good enough... it's good enough. he hesitates, glancing up, and shuffles on his feet. ] But I think... I think you're being a little too harsh on Leonii. Um, Baba did the same thing, didn't she...? And she turned out just fine, so I think you should have a little more faith in Leonii, too...
[ when he can prove he's a truly responsible young man, they will, his father replies, and tsukasa frowns slightly— he should stop while he's ahead, maybe, but— ]
He came home to talk to you two while he was in the city, didn't he? He didn't have to. I think that's responsible of him—
[ that's enough, tsukasa. ]
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[which. he's a little jealous of, but it's probably so tsukasa wouldn't be tempted the way leo'd been. let it be enough, with the fear of disappointment and losing home, and anyone'll be complacent. it's what rosetis does on a grander scale, though the comparison makes him feel a little sick.]
Forget it, Tsuka, It was a waste of time coming here for anything but Baba. Whatever I'd do wouldn't be enough for you anyway and you know it.
[leo knows he's running again, knows he's being childish, but they're not open to listen, he can tell. what's the point, then.]
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[ what would be enough for them would be a proper apology. a pause, and then: from the both of them. leo for how his actions have reflected on him and them both here and in japan, and from tsukasa for speaking out of turn.
tsukasa shuts his mouth, shoulders hunched. leo's probably right, that they're not going to listen, but... but...... ]
...Will you two please hear him out, at least a little...? [ softly, looking down, free hand twisting the hem of his shirt. ] And Leonii, can you calm down a little...? I... I want us to talk this out like adults. Um—
[ he pauses, glances over his shoulder. ]
If it'd be easier, I can go back to Baba.
[ their parents keep their eyes on leo, but mom gives a small nod; tsukasa leans on leo briefly—he's sorry, he's sorry, but he feels like he's doing more harm than good being out here, he's so, so, so sorry, niisan, for making this harder, for ruining this—and slides his hand away.
he gives them a bow and leaves, though he just slides the door shut and sits down in the hallway, hands pressed to his face.
mom watches the door, then turns back to leo and gives him a "go on" gesture. they'll listen to whatever he has to say, and if he has any ideas for reparations—if he wants to be part of tsukasa's life again, if he wants to be part of baba's before she passes, without all of this sneaking around—they're willing to listen. ]
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leo hesitates, glancing back at where tsukasa'd left, and shifts on his feet, hand going behind to twist his shirt there. he'd messed this up.]
... I know you guys were just doing what you thought was best... and that you had great expectations for me, as your firstborn... but you didn't listen to me when I needed you to. Listening now won't change things, but as long as you're willing, then I'm willing to talk.
To be honest, I've been here for three, four years now. I... didn't last that long in Japan, I got homesick, [and a lot of other things,] but I didn't want to see you. But even still, I was happy being able to do what I wanted to, finding responsibilities I could handle, that I chose to handle, instead of them being pushed on me without thinking that maybe, maybe I was just pretending to have my sh-- to have everything together, when I really didn't.
[it's all clear to tsukasa's ears, the truth of all truths, because leo's certain he's done exactly as he'd said and returned to baba... and that he hadn't had a repeat of so many years ago, listening in to a conversation he had no part in.]
I'm sorry for leaving like that. [...] And for acting out before, too, but you wouldn't really look at me until I did those kind of things, you know? For all they were, those "hooligans" saw me for me, and one of them's still my best friend in the whole world. He's a good guy. You'd like him, actually, as long as you didn't let his past stain him.
Which... is... what I wanna ask you guys. That you look at me without a stain. Baba said that I've grown up into a wonderful young man, but-- but I don't think so at all, you know? I've messed up more times than I can count, and I've always relied on myself the way you taught me, but that hasn't... that hasn't helped any. Nazu's -- that's my boyfriend, Nazuna -- made me settle a bit more, got me to rely on others, so I'm not as much as a firecracker as I was before, I promise.
[... mmm...]
I don't know what I can do to... to be part of Tsuka's life again, of Baba's before she goes, but I wanna... I want to do something. Even if I'm a poor son and a poorer brother.
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as soon as three, four years drops, so does his stomach, and tsukasa slowly lowers his hands. three, four years, when leo'd told him he'd arrived just shortly before his birthday— he'd had his suspicions, certainly, but to hear it confirmed, he... he listens to the rest of it, hugging his knees.
he listens to his parents, too, and knows that it's nothing leo's going to agree to. he loves baba, he loves him, (but not enough to tell him—them—the truth, not enough to come around, not enough to not keep up some shitty, awful charade— three, four years—), but not enough to do ask they (as their father) ask, which is simply: giving that up and returning to the shrine. he can keep his boyfriend as long as he's aware it isn't something that can last; he can keep at least two piercings; he can't get in trouble; but whatever he's doing now, wherever he's staying, it has to end. he's going to become a full-time caretaker of the shrine, as the heir and as an adult.
(it's not as if their mother is entirely unsympathetic. she takes after her mother, in a way, but she also had her father. she knew when it was time to stop playing around, and she knew that there was a greater happiness waiting when one steps back past the boundary lines of life instead of dashing ahead without a care in the world. it's time to get serious, leo. she says so, reaching out to stroke his hair, eyebrows knitted together.
she does understand, in her own way.) ]
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(he thinks of how the other leo, the one in his memories of yumenosaki, said his father was one of tough love; he thinks of how that's similar now too, how his dad worries in his own way just the same as his mom, but they're not listening they don't get it they--)]
No. [firm.] I could do some of those things, but I couldn't do all of them. Giving up my freedom? My music? Coming back here, leaving Nazu to take care of his family by himself? Forget it.
[leo wouldn't mind becoming the heir again, to taking care of the shrine, but it'd never be his first priority the way they wanted it to be. he loves telling the stories he learned all his life. he loves the shrine. he loves the gods and the rituals and everything about it, it's in his blood as much as music is, as much as selfish freedom, and he just
doesn't want to choose, have it be all or nothing.]
I am serious. It's just not what you want me to be serious about.
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it's true; their dad doesn't understand, having lived a life free of that, or rather, he'd been happy to accept what came his way. working hard, finding satisfaction in that achievement, in a land (in a time) where homogeneity was celebrated. is celebrated.
if he isn't going to meet them in the middle—and this is the middle, their father continues, (and if it reminds leo a little of what tsukasa said when they first reunited, about the give and take, then that's that)—then he can leave. ]
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