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~Ren Chisuke was a quiet boy. Well, boy as in when he was a child. Not many would want to be his friend when he was in elementary. It was once in a blue moon someone would even
notice
him. What was so different about him from anyone else? Was it his eyes, his hair, the way he walked, the way he talked, or because of how much he draws? Ren didn't know.
Ren had red hair that faded into pink at the tips, yellow eyes, and was short. He liked aesthetic clothing, such as black shirts with roses on the sleeves, and he also liked to wear black jeans with either converse or combat boots. He had piercings, them being his industrial and helix pierced on both ears. People considered Ren to be goth, which he didn't mind. He was quiet, dressed in black, had black piercings, and he drew a lot. People thought it suited him. Over the years, he told himself that he didn't need friends. All these years he was perfectly fine with out them, why should he need them?
"You'll be socially awkward and not know how to start a conversation, Ren. It's time to put yourself out there! You'll need social skills in order to get and keep a job, you know," Ren's mother, Akira Chisuke, said while she was making their dinner. Ren's mom had hair like Ren's, only it wasn't red. She was skinny, and looked as if she didn't eat much, although she ate a lot. She had green eyes, darker toned skin, and her hair was past her shoulders. To Ren, she was perfect. He didn't need anyone better than her. Ren's father looked up from his phone, checking his messages for anything that must have came up.
"I agree with your mother. Social skills will help you out a lot more than it does now," His father, Shota Chisuke, agreed with Akira. Shota was built, but not too much. He had red hair and vibrant yellow eyes. He was also an officer, one of the top sheriffs. He was known to catch the most criminals and arrest gangs. At the moment, he is looking for any signs of one of the most dignified gangs: Bukimina. Even though Bukimina means "spooky" in Japanese, the leader and his/her gang is most wanted. Reports of citizens gone missing show up every few days. It didn't bother Ren, though.
Why would they even come to get me? Like, seriously. What's the use of killing me or kidnapping when I didn't do anything except for look emo? Ren thought with a scowl. He cleaned up his art supplies from the living room as he smelled the family's dinner, taking the hint that it was finished. He put away his water color and paint pallets, then dumped out the cup filled with the colored water used for his paints. He put the cup into the sink and washed his hands. Once he was finished, Ren sat down at the dinner table for three. The scowl was still on the teen's face, which got Shota's attention.
"Something on your mind, Ren?" Shota asked as he put his phone away, concerned.
"I'm fine, Dad.. Just thinking," Ren replied truthfully. His father remained looking at him for a few more seconds, then looked away once the food was set out on the table.
"Alright boys, let's eat," Akira smiled. Ren's mother had made chicken and rice. Along with that, she had made rice balls just because. Ren slowly ate, knowing something was going to be asked that involved him. As if one of his parents read his mind, Shota began speaking.
"Ren, why don't you get out of the house more?" His father had asked. Ren placed an elbow on the table, slouching as he rested his cheek in the palm of his hand. Shota raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer. Ren mumbled his response, picking at his food with his fork.
"Speak up. You know I hate it when you mumble. Now, answer me," Shota said sternly. Ren looked his dad dead in the eyes and sat up. He hated when all his mother and father did was ask him questions about what he would do with his life and talked about him as if he wasn't there.
"Well if you'd pay more attention to what happens in my life, maybe you'd know!" Ren snapped, standing up at the table. Akira jumped, clenching her fork while Shota glared at his son.
"Don't get an attitude with me, young man. Sit down and finish your food," Shota demanded. Ren glared back, shooting daggers towards his father. Ren took his plate, put plastic foil over it, then put his food in the fridge. After that, he went to his mother, kissed her head as an apology, then said he'd be in his room. Shota's eyes never left his son as he turned and went up to his room with his art supplies. Akira sighed and folded her hands in her lap, looking at her food.
"Do you not give him any discipline while I'm working? Does he act like this towards you?" Shota demanded, clenching his fork angrily. Akira looked up at her husband slowly.
"He doesn't treat me that way. Ren does have a point though.. Haven't you noticed he's never made a friend? Or how quiet he is?" Ren's mother asked, sitting up.
"Or the way he dresses gay, has gay ass piercings, and constantly draws like a fucking emo?" Shota asked, furrowing his eyebrows as he was clearly not accepting the way Ren acts or the way he looks. Akira's eyes widened.
"Don't talk about our son like that! He has done nothing to you, and yet you judge him as if it's the last thing you'd do," Akira shouted, now upset.
"Maybe if Ren cleans up his act and gets an actual life, maybe I wouldn't act this way. We could be happy if it weren't for you letting him do whatever the hell he wants!" Shota snapped. Akira gasped and stood up from her chair. She scraped her plate and washed it off in the sink, going upstairs as well while Shota continued shouting at her. From his room, Ren was now fuming. Akira could feel it just as she was about to knock on his door. She let her hand fall as she made her way to her room, wanting to give him space.
Ren huffed and started sketching. His sketch was rapid and yet used a lot of force. He roughly glided his pencil over his sketchbook paper, growling to himself. Sometimes he just can't stand his father. Ren loved his dad, but hated the fact he couldn't get along with him due to being "emo and homosexual."
Speaking of Ren's father, he heard loud footsteps from the stairway. He quickly got up, locked his door, and started packing a bookbag filled with clothes, art supplies, deodorant, and his toothbrush with toothpaste. Ren made sure he brought his wallet for when he went out. He grabbed his phone, texted his mother that he'd be staying in a hotel, again, then climbed out of his window onto a tree branch. He grumbled to himself as he climbed out of the tree, landing with a quiet thud.
Ren then felt his phone buzz. He checked the message, seeing it was from his mother. It read:
"Don't leave just yet, I'm coming with you. Meet you out there in a few <3"
Ren smiled a bit to himself and waited by the side of his house, messing with his hair as he did so. His mother then scurried out the door, whistling a small note to notify Ren she was out there. He whistled the same note and got her attention, walking up to her. She had a teary eyed smile, reaching her hand out to her son. He took her hand and wiped her tears away, wearing a soft smile.
They walked to a hotel, not caring whether or not Shota was mad. They were tired of him judging and blaming others for things they can't help but do or feel. They booked their selves a small room with two beds. It was cheap, only because Ren and Akira knew the man who ran the hotel very well. They were close with him, and he knew why they would stay certain nights.
Chuta Kaine was his name. He was a man in his early fifties, and was awfully nice. He had bark brown hair with some grey streaks. His eyes were blue and always wore a soft smile to anyone he crossed paths with. Although he had bags under his eyes, he was energetic. Chuta was the type to help anyone he could with situations. Rough or not, he'd still try. Ren could tell he had rough times in his life. The genuine concern in Chuta's eyes and they way they glinted during certain topics gave it away. If anyone were able to read him well, it was Ren and Akira.
Chuta gave the two a small sigh, looking at them as they filled out how long they'd stay.
"Let me guess.. Shota's the problem?" He assumed, ending up correct. Akira nodded, sighing as well.
"Yes, and I believe you're smart enough to know why," Ren's mother chuckled sadly. Chuta stuck out his bottom lip.
"What a shame.. And why are you with Shota again?" A voice asked from off to the right of the desk. Ren looked over and saw one of the employees for Room Service. The employee walked over with a feathered duster in her hand. Haruhi was her name.
Haruhi was a short girl, who started working at a young age. From the way she wore her uniform and the way she walked in front of anyone her age, she seemed to forget what she was there to actually do. Men or young boys would stop at the small, yet satisfying hotel if they were running off or stopping by to spend the night if they're traveling the next day. Ren thought that she was a little bit whore-ish, but he also saw that it was a way for Chuta's hotel to gain "extra tips."
"He's my father, and her husband. We love him, but sometimes he's just too much," Ren stated plainly. He didn't bother making eye contact with Haruhi, since she was now right in front of him, trying to give him a glimpse of her slight cleavage. He didn't look, nor even bother looking at her. He just simply looked off to the side.
If Haruhi keeps up with these attempts, it's going to be a long night.
For Ren, at least.
