[ES21] Haha-Kyoudai

May 10, 2006 15:00

Another set of Eyeshield 21 drabbles. :3

The Idiot in the Family
Word count: 150

He is the only child, but his father and mother make him feel as if he is nobody’s.

He wonders why.

The house is always empty, but when his parents are home, it feels even lonelier.

He wonders why.

Whenever they talk, it feels as if he’s talking to strangers in three different languages.

He wonders why.

Not naturally curious, yet sharp nevertheless, he never spends much time thinking about the whys. The questions will just add up, he knows, without any resolutions from their end. The answers will not be found in the cold gazes of his pale mother or the sneer on his father’s wrinkled face because they are inaccessible.

And so was he.

He’s lived with it so many years he’s almost forgotten that it isn’t natural.

But, as his father says, he’s an idiot.

He still wants to pretend that they are fine.

The Great Japanese Manga
Word count: 150

Toganou Shouzou had a dream last night.

He dreamed of a fantasy land with a red monkey who ran around catching bananas, a giant chestnut tree who could only speak one word every hour, a ghost who cried rivers because nobody talked to him, a panicky shrimp with two legs who thought everybody was chasing him, a princess who lived in a castle made of cream-puffs, and the devil who blew her house away with grenades to kidnap her.

The monkey, the tree, the ghost, the shrimp, the princess, and the devil joined forces to defeat a slumbering dragon who was terrorizing humanity with his stinky breaths. After many grueling fights, they finally managed to subdue him, sealing his snout with peppermint gum forever.

When he woke up, the first thing Toganou did was to reach for a pen and paper.

A year later, the Great Japanese Manga is born.

Career Choice
Word count: 150

Kuroki Kouji was strolling along Shibuya one day, thinking of his future, when a punk with a Mohawk suddenly bumped into him. Not one to take shit from others, Kuroki confronted him with his usual confidence.

The little bump turned into a huge shout-out. It was a small matter for Kuroki, because he had the bigger and stronger voice. Whenever the punk raised his voice, Kuroki easily went up another octave. He had been practicing for years. It was all about the diaphragms and proper breathing, and thanks to all that hellish football practice, he now could go on for hours.

In the end, he won. The punk ran away with tail between his legs and Kuroki watched his enemy retreat smugly.

Suddenly he realized that he could do so much with his voice.

That day he decided that he wanted to become a rock singer.

Because girls dig ‘em.

es21, drabble

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