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Title: Those Left Behind: Supply and Demand
Day/Theme: Aug 5 Supply and Demand
Series: Bokurano
Character/Pairing: Kodaka Masaru, Kodaka's brother
Rating: PG
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31_days. mixed anime and manga canon. spoilers for early series.
Archive: LJ | ffnet
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"I want to be a chosen one, like Papa."
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It was ironic how well off the company was now. There were too many collapsed buildings, too many destroyed streets. Just an hour ago, he had to send a group of workers out to inspect one of several fallen bridges. His father would have been overjoyed at the amount of work and profit they were receiving. He'd laughingly snub his cigarette out on the table, hands in the air as he pontificated about how he was going to rebuild the city and how that translated into profit for them. He wouldn't have cared what the destruction meant for other people. He had been so gleeful when that black monster first appeared and blasted off the mountain top, his mind full of how he could reap the situation.
Look where that had landed him.
He rubbed the edge of his nose, his vision blurring as he took off his glasses. When he slid his glasses back on, his vision focused on the family photo in front of him. The photo was of the five of them--his father, his mother, Masaru, his older brother, and himself. His father's smile was large, stretching across his entire face. All of his teeth were showing in his fake smile, even his gold tooth. His father had thought himself to be invincible, but he had been far from it. He had been on his way to sign a contract while the rest of the city had been escaping for their lives. No doubt his last thoughts had been on cinching the deal and calculating how much work they'd get from the fallen buildings, all the way until he ended up being the one crushed.
Next to him stood his younger brother, Masaru. He wasn't wearing his silly, round glasses yet. That had been recent, so recent that he hadn't had a chance to ask where exactly Masaru had gotten those glasses.
News of his father's death had been shocking enough. When his brother's dead body had suddenly appeared at their doorstep, their mother had fainted.
His brother had been a miniature version of their father, lapping up every word their father had said. Masaru idolized their father, and their father let Masaru get away with the cruelest things, like using the neighborhood cat as target practice. Their father had raised Masaru into an uncaring, self-centered brat who only recognized situations beneficial to himself. His little brother had thought himself to be unique and above other people. As Masaru grew up, he knew less and less how to get along with him.
But he still remembered a time when Masaru would hesitantly knock at his door, peeking in with his hands hiding some new game behind his back. He'd grudgingly invite Masaru inside, and Masaru would immediately rush over to the TV where the game systems were. They'd play until early morning, the light from the TV screen flickering underneath the door, and then their elder brother would catch them at it hours after Masaru's bedtime. Eventually, they'd send Masaru back to his room. Masaru especially loved playing Sim City...he should have known even back then that Masaru loved playing with power.
He had never wanted to take up their father's company, and neither did his elder brother, but with his father gone, with Masaru gone...
He wasn't going to let the company rot even though he hated it. His father would roll in his grave if that happened.
He placed the frame down and buried himself in his work.
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the end
Title: Those Left Behind: Supply and Demand
Day/Theme: Aug 5 Supply and Demand
Series: Bokurano
Character/Pairing: Kodaka Masaru, Kodaka's brother
Rating: PG
Notes: for
31_days. mixed anime and manga canon. spoilers for early series. Archive: LJ | ffnet
-----
"I want to be a chosen one, like Papa."
-----
It was ironic how well off the company was now. There were too many collapsed buildings, too many destroyed streets. Just an hour ago, he had to send a group of workers out to inspect one of several fallen bridges. His father would have been overjoyed at the amount of work and profit they were receiving. He'd laughingly snub his cigarette out on the table, hands in the air as he pontificated about how he was going to rebuild the city and how that translated into profit for them. He wouldn't have cared what the destruction meant for other people. He had been so gleeful when that black monster first appeared and blasted off the mountain top, his mind full of how he could reap the situation.
Look where that had landed him.
He rubbed the edge of his nose, his vision blurring as he took off his glasses. When he slid his glasses back on, his vision focused on the family photo in front of him. The photo was of the five of them--his father, his mother, Masaru, his older brother, and himself. His father's smile was large, stretching across his entire face. All of his teeth were showing in his fake smile, even his gold tooth. His father had thought himself to be invincible, but he had been far from it. He had been on his way to sign a contract while the rest of the city had been escaping for their lives. No doubt his last thoughts had been on cinching the deal and calculating how much work they'd get from the fallen buildings, all the way until he ended up being the one crushed.
Next to him stood his younger brother, Masaru. He wasn't wearing his silly, round glasses yet. That had been recent, so recent that he hadn't had a chance to ask where exactly Masaru had gotten those glasses.
News of his father's death had been shocking enough. When his brother's dead body had suddenly appeared at their doorstep, their mother had fainted.
His brother had been a miniature version of their father, lapping up every word their father had said. Masaru idolized their father, and their father let Masaru get away with the cruelest things, like using the neighborhood cat as target practice. Their father had raised Masaru into an uncaring, self-centered brat who only recognized situations beneficial to himself. His little brother had thought himself to be unique and above other people. As Masaru grew up, he knew less and less how to get along with him.
But he still remembered a time when Masaru would hesitantly knock at his door, peeking in with his hands hiding some new game behind his back. He'd grudgingly invite Masaru inside, and Masaru would immediately rush over to the TV where the game systems were. They'd play until early morning, the light from the TV screen flickering underneath the door, and then their elder brother would catch them at it hours after Masaru's bedtime. Eventually, they'd send Masaru back to his room. Masaru especially loved playing Sim City...he should have known even back then that Masaru loved playing with power.
He had never wanted to take up their father's company, and neither did his elder brother, but with his father gone, with Masaru gone...
He wasn't going to let the company rot even though he hated it. His father would roll in his grave if that happened.
He placed the frame down and buried himself in his work.
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the end
