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museboxofmuses2013-04-21 05:00 pm
jumyouboshi) wrote in museboxofmuses2013-04-21 05:00 pm
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[closed] what a troublesome child
As always, Alcor thought it was his fault.
When he returned from work a few hours later than usual (although these late work days were becoming increasingly common as of late) Friday night, he discovered that the apartment was silent. No scratching of paper. No soft sounds of a book's pages being flipped. No footsteps pattering on the floor. Not even the television was on.
"Yamato Hotsuin," he called out into the living room, but there was no answer. Perhaps he was sleeping? He searched all over the apartment, checking his room, the bathroom, and Yamato's room (which ruled out the possibility that he went to sleep earlier than usual), but it turned up nothing. He called Hibiki Kuze to see if the child went to his place instead, but the young man answered that no, he hadn't seen Yamato at all. He wasn't in the apartment, he wasn't at Hibiki's place, he wasn't at school...
...
There was a possibility that he did not want to think of: the possibility that Yamato Hotsuin ran away. Something in his chest constricted at the thought, but he set aside his discomfort. He knew he wasn't the best parent, and that he wasn't as "there" for him as other normal single parents were...but he hadn't thought the child would actually run away because of it. Perhaps he should have thought of that.
Alcor glanced out the window. It was already late at night, and it was raining rather heavily, with strong winds blowing through the streets. ...There was a large chance of Yamato Hotsuin being out there.
And that was all the reason he needed to quickly grab an umbrella (striped, of course, it was rather recognizable) and head out the door.
...
The problem was, aside from those locations, he hadn't the faintest idea where Yamato Hotsuin could be. He had no leads as to where he could have run away to, not even general locations.
Where could that child be...?
When he returned from work a few hours later than usual (although these late work days were becoming increasingly common as of late) Friday night, he discovered that the apartment was silent. No scratching of paper. No soft sounds of a book's pages being flipped. No footsteps pattering on the floor. Not even the television was on.
"Yamato Hotsuin," he called out into the living room, but there was no answer. Perhaps he was sleeping? He searched all over the apartment, checking his room, the bathroom, and Yamato's room (which ruled out the possibility that he went to sleep earlier than usual), but it turned up nothing. He called Hibiki Kuze to see if the child went to his place instead, but the young man answered that no, he hadn't seen Yamato at all. He wasn't in the apartment, he wasn't at Hibiki's place, he wasn't at school...
...
There was a possibility that he did not want to think of: the possibility that Yamato Hotsuin ran away. Something in his chest constricted at the thought, but he set aside his discomfort. He knew he wasn't the best parent, and that he wasn't as "there" for him as other normal single parents were...but he hadn't thought the child would actually run away because of it. Perhaps he should have thought of that.
Alcor glanced out the window. It was already late at night, and it was raining rather heavily, with strong winds blowing through the streets. ...There was a large chance of Yamato Hotsuin being out there.
And that was all the reason he needed to quickly grab an umbrella (striped, of course, it was rather recognizable) and head out the door.
...
The problem was, aside from those locations, he hadn't the faintest idea where Yamato Hotsuin could be. He had no leads as to where he could have run away to, not even general locations.
Where could that child be...?