HE IS NOT ONE OF US

[ARI ♏]

Note: Everywhere I look these days, all I see is angst angst ANGST. So I decided, HEY, PEOPLE, LET'S BE HAPPY. LET'S HAVE SOME CRACK. So here is some crack.

PS: this is for Kiwii and Rimy. Who thought up this shit. Because they were the ones that realized basically every Nakamura cheated. Remember the time when Shinkuto had a girlfriend, and then Miyuki happened? And how Hideki's girlfriend IS Miyuki, but there's kindofsortof that thing with Lil- and Chase obviously cheats, because he's Chase. And Haru was kinda cheating on Izumi by fantasizing about his SISTER. And then.....there's Shuuichi. Who hasn't cheated jack shit.

Also, screw templates. WHO NEEDS 'EM-

It was that time of year again. Time for the annual family Nakamura dinner party. A time for family, for the entire clan to congregate together and enjoy each others’ company, for the adults to discuss what their offspring had done this year and for the aforementioned offspring to sit around and look pretty for their parents’ sakes, fidgeting occasionally as they sat in discomfort in their fanciest dress clothes that had been picked up special for this occasion. For the adults, it offered them the opportunity to brag about their children and compare notes; who had gotten the highest grades this year, who had acted in an especially outstanding manner as befit the Nakamura name, who had outshone all the others in their extracurricular activities, and so on. They were a complex lot, the Nakamuras, forever testing each others’ mettle with carefully sheathed claws as they chatted over martinis, purring out backhanded compliments as they smiled warmly at one another. Their nature was secretive, elegant, and competitive, all of them vying to be the best amongst them, the shining star of the family.

Grandpa Nakamura, however, wasn’t having any of that shit tonight. The adults of the family could go talk about who made the best alphabet soup somewhere else; all he wanted to do was talk to his grandkids, the boys especially. So, after ordering all the adults out of his study, he had invited the younger generation to take a seat wherever they pleased. Sitting in a plush green armchair, the patriarch of the clan stroked his magnificent grey mustache as he surveyed the brood before him. Sitting in the middle of the emerald couch (which incidentally matched Grandpa Nakamura’s chair), back ramrod straight, adjusting his glasses, was Shinkuto Nakamura. Er, Akira’s son, if his memory served him correctly. There were just so many damn kids, he didn’t even bother trying to keep track anymore. It was difficult enough keeping track of his own kids names, okay. Sitting on either side of Shinkuto were two other Nakamura boys, Cowardly-Boy-Who-Never-Cut-His-Hair (Hideki), and Boy-Who-Always-Got-In-To-Trouble (Chase). Hideki was shaking ever so slightly and sitting with his hands tightly folded in his lap. He appeared to be admiring the carpet; well, Grandpa Nakamura was glad someone was noticing it. He’d had this place newly refurbished last month and not one of his ungrateful kids had mentioned it yet. Chase, on the other hand, was sprawled out across the couch, looking bored out of his mind, clearly wanting nothing more than to get this over with and to get out of here.

Opposite to the couch were two assorted chairs, which each seated a family member in its turn. Haru had claimed the chair closest to Grandpa Nakamura. Shuuichi had taken the other one. Shuuichi looked polite enough, relatively at ease. Haru’s expression was unreadable. Bit of a weirdo, that boy, but Grandpa Nakamura could respect that. He probably had a bunch of teenager issues up his sleeve or something. But enough of all that! Time to get to business!

Grandpa Nakamura cleared his throat. “Alright Nakamuras, it’s time to discuss important family matters.” Rubbing his hands together, he sat back in his chair and beamed. “So, who cheated on their girlfriend this year, raise your hand!”

This was important family business they did!

One by one, the hands went up. Chase’s (well, okay, he was an obvious one), Shinkuto’s (slightly surprising, but good, he was learning how to follow in Grandpa Nakamura’s magnificent footsteps), Haru’s (even more surprising, this one, but hey, that was cool), and, most surprisingly of all…Hideki’s.

Grandpa Nakamura squinted at his trembling grandchild. “…Hideki, are you okay?”

“Yes, Hideki, why are you raising your hand?” Shinkuto asked, turning his head to raise an eyebrow at his cousin.

“Do you have to go to the washroom?” Haru asked.

“Hideki, you know you don’t have to raise your hand for that, I told you last time you could go to the washroom anytime you wanted,” Grandpa Nakamura told him, before puffing out his chest. “Or were you raising your hand so you could comment on the new carpet?”

“N-no! I-” Hideki began to stutter something out, but with the boy’s voice all shaky like that, Grandpa Nakamura couldn’t distinguish a goddamn thing.

“Speak up, boy!” he barked. “Quit your mumbling!” it was then that Grandpa Nakamura realized an inconsistency in the room. All the Nakamuras’ hands were raised….except Shuuichi’s. A frown furrowing his already creased brow, Grandpa Nakamura leaned forward and jabbed a finger in Shuuichi’s direction. “Shuuichi, why isn’t your hand up?”

“Yeah bro, what’s wrong with you?” Chase sneered from his position on the couch.

Shuuchi remained awkwardly silent, looking away from everyone else to fidget with his shirt sleeve, which had suddenly become veeery interesting to him. Too interesting.

“Are you trying to tell me,” Grandpa Nakamura began slowly. “That you did not cheat on your girlfriend this year?”

Shuuichi continued to remain quiet. That was all the confirmation Grandpa Nakamura needed.

“BOY, what is WRONG with you!” he exclaimed, banging his fist against the arm of the chair. “Deception!”

“Disgrace,” Shinkuto added, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Evil as plain as the scar on his face!” Grandpa Nakamura continued to lament.

“U-uh, h-he doesn’t have a scar on his face…” Hideki pointed out.

“Oh.” Grandpa Nakamura sank back in to his chair. “Well, there go my plans of having a Disney musical moment. Still-” suddenly, the great man paused, and narrowed his eyes at Hideki. “Wait, back up a moment…if you cheated….then who did you cheat with?”

“Back up even further,” Chase interjected. “When did you get a girlfriend?”

Hideki’s face grew red. “U-um…u-um….d-deception!”

“An outrage!” roared out Grandpa Nakamura, pleased to ignore Hideki and continue with his song.

“Disgrace,” Haru spoke up for the first time. Shuuichi gave his neighbor a weird look and attempted to edge his chair even further away from him.

“For shame!” Shinkuto added.

“He asked for trouble the moment he came,” Chase smirked.

Grandpa Nakamura nodded. “He sure did. Imagine, coming here without cheating on your girlfriend! Honestly, Shuuichi, born in grief, raised in hate-“

“Helpless to deny his fate,” added Chase, who was enjoying all this immensely. It had been a while since it was someone else who was being scolded instead of him.

“Let him run, let him live, but do not forget what we cannot forgive!” Grandpa Nakamura finished triumphantly, before pointing at the door. “Just go, Shuuichi.”

“But-“

“Just go.” He scowled at his grandson. “You’ll never be one of us.”

“Whatever!” Shuuichi stood up and threw his hands in the air in exasperation. “You’re all crazy anyways!” he stomped towards the door, throwing it open, storming through, and then slamming it shut. The noise reverberated throughout the room.

Grandpa Nakamura shrugged. “Poker, anyone?”

PS: this is what I imagine Grandpa Nakamura to look like; dis is his face.

[kiwii ღ]

and that is never.

[FANTASY]

omg. i cannot stop giggling. someone help me.

[cee]

Jul 19, 2012 19:56:47 GMT -5 ARI ♏ said:

“BOY, what is WRONG with you!” he exclaimed, banging his fist against the arm of the chair. “Deception!”

“Disgrace,” Shinkuto added, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Evil as plain as the scar on his face!” Grandpa Nakamura continued to lament.

“U-uh, h-he doesn’t have a scar on his face…” Hideki pointed out.

Hideki man...:


just let stuff happen bro

[mayaboo]

OMG ARI WHAT IS THIS PERFECTION THAT YOU JUST WROTE I WISH THERE WERE MULTIPLE LIKE BUTTONS AND SOME SORT OF AWARD TO GIVE YOU AND TONS OF PIZZA TO REWARD YOU WITH * A *

my reaction as the story slowly progressed:



AND NOW I WILL FOREVER BE LIKE THIS:

[stella!]

Grandpa Nakamura, however, wasn’t having any of that shit tonight.

Grandpa Nakamura, however, wasn’t having any of that shit tonight.

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ari baby you had me at that line and omg the picture xD idk why but when i was reading it i could see alex armstrong's dad from fma ... ya know with his beautiful beard~!

but my overall reaction :

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[SNOW ♠]

so like, i woke up this morning not feeling so good with a stomachache, decided to check stuff on my phone, stumbled upon this and guess what? i felt all better after reading this. THANK YOU ARI. THIS WAS THE PERFECT MEDICINE. NOW, GO WRITE MORE. <3

[tearing]

shuuichi, you failure. you've let your mother down, your father down, and the rest of the family down. bow your head in shame, failure.

Unrelated to that though, I have gained insight regarding this... clan of seaweed heads. Anyway, this made me chuckle. I am proud to say we're good pals, ari. Keep up the good work, friend!

[ARI ♏]

Th-thank you for all the compliments! <333 I made people laugh, I cured Snow's tummy ache, and I enabled Tear some insight. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.

[WOLFIE☥]

Ari, this was just what I needed after reading everyone's angst fics. I mean, I went from all feely and stuff to now still laughing. I am still chuckling to myself as I type this! Though seriously girl, write more often, k? Cause you are amazing my High Priestess!