Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Fake ❯ A little writing to remember the pain ( Chapter 3 )

Finally I posted. I was starting to think I wouldn't before I leave for up north. Anyway this chapter is a look at Ryo and why he is so messed up. Have fun!

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Ch. 3- A little writing to remember the pain

Mornings. How he hated them. Always brings the realization that it's a new day and with that new day, new pain was brought. "Aggggggggg…" trying to roll over was a problem because of pain caused by the normal, almost weekly, hangover. " Pills, I need to take my pills… and Advil…"

An hour did pass as he shook the hangover. Never had one really bother him. Advil and a shower always cleared them up, well after he emptying the contents of his stomach to the toilet god. "I see it's noon. I should be getting a call right about…" The stinging of a phone cut through the silent room. "Now, so damn predictable."

Two rings later he placed it to his ear, ready to sell his soul. "Hello… hello Aunt Elena… yes I'm eating good…yes… I understand you're sorry, you do say that every time you call… good to hear that… uh huh… ok then talk to you in two days… love you too… I will… bye." The phone clicked and his smile widened. "Give me a Emmy please… today I should finish my room."

Night soon came and went as the sun creep over the builds, welcoming all those she could see but not in this room. No color at all. Black walls that shined by the only light allowed; the misting of a few black lights. Thick heavy curtains closed off the only light he had no control over. Now the man once again passed out but, this time due to over working. Exhaustion had set in at three a.m. but, still he pushed forth not willing to quit. Never willing to quit and be weak.

Being weak it what caused his change, though it seems that change is good. No longer will he be a welcome mat, a door mat. He'll never be pushed around again. Instead the roles will be switched. //I will no longer allow people to use me, push me around, or make a fool out of me. I will be doing the pushing, showing the forceful role.

If only this transformation was that easy. Maybe life would be easier. I mean now I have done a complete 180. No longer cheerful, good hearted Ryo. Now I'm dark and uncaring. Not like anyone will even care. No one knows me. That is a good thing. With not a soul that knew me I can be what I want. I can be who I want to be.

I've changed and that is true. The beholder of the eye can only think out weather that is a good or bad change. I can't say. It doesn't matter to me; I am what I truly want. The morbid thought is that this all happen with my parent's death. Would this have happen if they were still alive? No, I don't believe so. I would still be little Randy that was oh so perfect. Straight A student with perfect everything. Do I sound a little… spiteful with that comment? Maybe the thought more morbid is that I am slightly thankful that they are gone.

I always loved my family. My father was strict and stern, no-nonsense type of man. That I am thankful of. He taught me never to give up and being weak is never a good thing. Though I knew I was different as a child, with my American looks and non-roughhousing sense, he made sure I was never left out. I was pushed into every sport possible. Never once did I ever complain. If I did I would receive an `I know best' and maybe a slap. I was only hit I think… 12 times but I knew I deserved them. I only liked three sports nevertheless he was happy. Manly sports. Self-defense. Karate and Tae Kwon Do. Manly. Rough. Painful. Exactly what my father believed.

If I was to survive I was to be tough. I was small for my age but in those classes I excelled. Beating anyone and everyone I faced. So I was feared and by the time I reached 4th grade I reached the first stage of black belt in each of them. My father made sure I was the youngest in the history of the dojo to option a black belt, I was barely nine. Long days of practicing for hours on end and well into the night with burning pain. I never flinched or even made a face at the pain; just keep kicking or whatever else I was doing. I remember doing an Ura yoko geri(1) and ended up with my foot in the wall. We had real walls so it was difficult feat for a 9 year old. My father didn't see it that way. He fumed and vented yelling at me as I stood there looking down, never moving. That's when true pain set in.

He said if I wanted to break things he would get me things to break. Started out slow. ½ inch… an inch… two inches… two two inch boards… three… four… up to the point of 8. He was angry when I injured myself with eight because it was to high, I couldn't say it was to high but I couldn't help that I was short. After wood became easy he moved to concert slabs. I remember the pain. How it cut my ankle… my leg… my hands and forehead. Damn it I forgot about that! He would force me and when I bled he would call me weak! Say I was weak and a girl could do better then me.

When I was 14 I was doing my daily work out of running, pushups, sit-ups and many more followed by breaking boards, concert and, singles movements, my Hojo undo(2). There was something different about him… more intense? I'm still not quite sure but he started a new drill. He would throw things at me, many things, any thing, and I would have to kick or hit them away. WHAM! Out of nowhere I was hit in the chest with a heavy rock. Again and again it happen and he wouldn't stop. I had welts, bruises and, blood. I broke, my only true mistake; if I just did what happen after I broke, things would have been better. I broke and yelled at him, pain, and emotion in my voice. That was unacceptable. I was a man, no emotion. None at all. He snapped and yelled, my mother was out, like always, so she doesn-didn't know. He didn't just slap me. No I had to be punished. He grabbed my prized black belt that hung in my `training room.' Ha, to me it was a hell. The belt was like leather as he hit me. I never fell to the ground but looked at him. My eyes digging into his.

I was tired of being pushed around by him so I did the only thing I knew how to do. The thing he taught me. I hit him. First a Chudan(3), then a Jodan(4). I was tempted to go for a Gedan(5) or another Chudan but he grabbed my fist and slapped me, hard enough to make me fall. I spent most of the night doing wall squats. Then when I was allowed to enter my bed, I couldn't move my legs. Needless to say, I didn't hit him after that and he didn't hit me, nor did we train that way.

Yep, that was my father. Sorry to say but he became more intense in the weeks before his death. He said that I was only to be a Karateka(6). I was to be a Samurai, weather I wanted or liked it. Not to sound… angry or bitter, because truly I am, but I don't miss him. Yasuo was his name but the meaning was far from him… peaceful one. Never was he that way. He was Japanese and wanted me to look it. I had disappointed him from the minute I was born.

When I have a son I will name him Ryoichi. Which means `first son of Ryo.' But for now I am alone and want to be… my mother was a good person. Sad to have her leave but she was always gone, left me to fend for myself with my father. Feels good to write again. My feelings are coming back now that I'm alone but it seems that something weird is to happen soon. I can just sense it. Oh well, I welcome the challenge and hope they can stand if we do happen to fight. I really do need to get back into my classes; I really need to hurt someone. For now my thoughts stay in the only safe place I know.//

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1-- Ura yoko geri-- Spinning side kick
2-- Hojo undo- Supplementary exercises
3--Chudan- Middle area, neck to belt, stomach
4-- Jodan- Upper level, from neck up, head
5-- Gedan- Lower level, belt down, groin
6-- Karateka- One who practices Karate

Ps. These are all Karate moves/works. Since I have Ryo learn in Japan I thought it would only be right for him to think Japanese.

To my reviewing people!!!!

Ryoan- Yea I know Ryo being a bad boy? That's just to much to happen… as for being a softie…. You'll have to wait and see because my muse hasn't even told me.

Demeter- Yea I know it ended just as it was getting good but I had to stop it. Anyway review this chapter it's really interesting….

Xzanayu- Thanks for the review

firgodes7- Thanks for the comment!

The Random Queen- Thanks. I know Ryo is deep and I am good at making f'ed up characters. Hop you liked him in this chapter.