Post by Tidus Tachibana on Apr 9, 2010 2:23:22 GMT -5
"Hah!"
A loud crack filled the air, followed by the rush of something hard going against the wind and finally falling to the ground. The sound of running footfalls for several moments before panting.
"Ah!"
Once again, a frantic outcry and another hit to the object. And, once again, more hurried footsteps and panting.
Tidus was having an excruciatingly horrible week. He comes home from a game to be greeted by, no surprise here, his drunken dad. This would be met by a roll of his eyes and determined ignoring, however that day just wasn't his lucky one. Not half an hour prior, he had missed his footing, fallen over, and failed all of his team. That caused the other team to score, and voila! Instant loss.
Jecht had drunkenly began scolding the teen (more like garbled grumbling), before noticing Tidus was barely listening. Obviously, he got angry at the lack of attention and stormed right up to his son, grabbing him by his shirt. Yelling ensued, from both parties, a short struggle, and something breaking. Tidus couldn't really remember, the whole thing had his heart racing. He swore to God his dad was gonna hit him. No such luck, seeing as child services wouldn't do a damn thing without physical abuse. He knows, he tried.
After more yelling, about how much of a failure Tidus was, how much he disappointed both his parents, et cetera et cetera, Jecht decided his son needed more punishment. Here, the blonde boy had expected a grounding, maybe the loss of his phone or television. Oh no, Jecht decided on something so much worse.
Boarding school. And not just any boarding school, a disciplinary one where they teach gay kids to be straight?! Tidus was seeing red by this time, not only at being sent away, but the hypocritical injustice of it all. Since his mom died, Jecht had taken in his fair share of bed partners, and trust him, not all of them were women! Granted, they did look somewhat similar, probably trannies, but he's not about to honestly defend his dad, no way in hell.
More screaming, stomping up the stairs, slamming of doors, and finally sniffling and crying. Tidus hated crying, more than anything in the world. He hated it more than being sent to a gay school. He hated it more than his dad, his mom's neglect, anything was better than crying. And yet, he just couldn't help it. He'd cried nearly all his life, and with his father affectionately calling him a "crybaby" every chance he got, the crying turned into sobbing which turned into bawling.
The rest was something of a blur. The airplane ride, the bus trip to the school.. All of it didn't really occur to Tidus until he was herded off the bus with other students. He only really registered where he was when a teacher or counselor or some adult ushered him to his room, where he stood for several minutes, dully taking in his surroundings.
So here he was, in an old forest with his soccer ball, kicking it and screaming in frustration. The thought of bringing water hadn't really occurred to him and, in hindsight, really would like some now. His throat was stinging from the air rushing down it and he was beginning to feel a little dizzy. Honestly, he couldn't remember how long he'd been at it, kicking and chasing that ball, but it must have been awhile. It takes a lot for him to get tired nowadays, as he exercises so much.
He once again ran after his ball and, after a moment's hesitation, simply exhaled heavily and sank to the ground, cross legged, the ball in his lap.
"God," he panted, wiping his sweaty brow, "This..sucks.."
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EXTRA ,, [/color] Mmm, I'm really up for any kind of reply, though make it someone who'll keep up a conversation. Tidus likes talking a lot, so he'll enjoy someone who does too. ;3
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