It was week five of his return to new life.
Okibi had returned to Suna, he had a teenage daughter, and for the first time ever Tama had no idea what to do with his life. All the plans he had originally were out the window in lue of the new responsibilities. His ex and her child stayed at Sousuke’s for the first couple of days before the scientist finally decided he was going to try and reconcile everything. It had been a long and lonely road without her, perhaps now everything would fix itself once he admitted he was wrong. Maybe having the family he always dreamed of would make him a better person.
He put them both up in his actual home that was down the street of the Takahashi household and not the trailer, went back to actual work in the hospital, and for all of about four weeks tried to live that life he always fantasied about.
Turns out, he hated it. Every day when he got home, tired from mortal body demands that his old one did not, an argument would start between him and Okibi. It was, of course, usually his own fault every time, though it was clear she was keeping her own secrets. He was trying to live the perfect life and she was trying to just get used to…living. Okibi wasn’t the girl he used to know, and they had both grown up in vastly different ways. Some days it was food he didn’t like that his daughter had cooked, others it was because he was just in the mood to piss someone off; and she didn’t have the patience for either. By the start of the fourth week they had both come to the conclusion that they just couldn’t be around each other anymore. Packing up just a few things, the scientist signed the house lease over to her and promised to continue sending money from his legitimate job. Three days later, he had yet to leave his trailer or report to the hospital.
It wasn’t that he hated Okibi now, just…disliked what she had to turn into to survive, and on the contrary when it came to his daughter. Otami was a bit of a small spot of sunshine in his life that he had not expected. She was everything he had loved about his ex when she was her age, but with his sharp wit. Her curiosity and eagerness to learn more about him, the village, and how to use her power made it feel like his heart was literally melting some days; which would cause a small panic, usually.
What really bothered him was the fact that he just couldn’t get along with her mother. Despite what he might say and do in public, the bad choices based on his overwhelming pride were really eating away at him. Thus there he laid on the floor of his trailer, drunk on his second bottle of tequila. Bits of chewed on lime slices were scattered all over the cheap wooden floor, some of them already attracting flies. Eventually he had gotten to a point that he no longer needed the lime and landed on the floor after stepping on the knife he had used to cut the limes haphazardly throughout the day. Even in the depths of his inebriation he could still feel the guilt dragging on his soul as he stared dead pan at the ceiling wishing for, not the first time, a sudden but peaceful death. Eventually everything would go black as the alcohol finally caught up with his advanced organs.
Some time later he woke up to the cold chill of being wet and the smell of vomit. The scientist was on his side staring at a pile of his own stomach excrement, wondering for a brief moment on how he got there. Stretching out a sore arm, he pushed back away from the offensive odor until his back touched the cool metal wall. It told him that it was night and he had been out for at least three hours, which was during the peak heat of the day. That explained why his clothes felt saturated, at least he hoped that was why. The doctor was a mess, trying to deal with being a decent human being and being unable to reconcile with what he considered to be the greatest gift he’d ever been given. Slowly sitting up he stared out over the empty stinking trailer wondering how to proceed, and for the first time, not coming to any helpful conclusions.
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Okibi had returned to Suna, he had a teenage daughter, and for the first time ever Tama had no idea what to do with his life. All the plans he had originally were out the window in lue of the new responsibilities. His ex and her child stayed at Sousuke’s for the first couple of days before the scientist finally decided he was going to try and reconcile everything. It had been a long and lonely road without her, perhaps now everything would fix itself once he admitted he was wrong. Maybe having the family he always dreamed of would make him a better person.
He put them both up in his actual home that was down the street of the Takahashi household and not the trailer, went back to actual work in the hospital, and for all of about four weeks tried to live that life he always fantasied about.
Turns out, he hated it. Every day when he got home, tired from mortal body demands that his old one did not, an argument would start between him and Okibi. It was, of course, usually his own fault every time, though it was clear she was keeping her own secrets. He was trying to live the perfect life and she was trying to just get used to…living. Okibi wasn’t the girl he used to know, and they had both grown up in vastly different ways. Some days it was food he didn’t like that his daughter had cooked, others it was because he was just in the mood to piss someone off; and she didn’t have the patience for either. By the start of the fourth week they had both come to the conclusion that they just couldn’t be around each other anymore. Packing up just a few things, the scientist signed the house lease over to her and promised to continue sending money from his legitimate job. Three days later, he had yet to leave his trailer or report to the hospital.
It wasn’t that he hated Okibi now, just…disliked what she had to turn into to survive, and on the contrary when it came to his daughter. Otami was a bit of a small spot of sunshine in his life that he had not expected. She was everything he had loved about his ex when she was her age, but with his sharp wit. Her curiosity and eagerness to learn more about him, the village, and how to use her power made it feel like his heart was literally melting some days; which would cause a small panic, usually.
What really bothered him was the fact that he just couldn’t get along with her mother. Despite what he might say and do in public, the bad choices based on his overwhelming pride were really eating away at him. Thus there he laid on the floor of his trailer, drunk on his second bottle of tequila. Bits of chewed on lime slices were scattered all over the cheap wooden floor, some of them already attracting flies. Eventually he had gotten to a point that he no longer needed the lime and landed on the floor after stepping on the knife he had used to cut the limes haphazardly throughout the day. Even in the depths of his inebriation he could still feel the guilt dragging on his soul as he stared dead pan at the ceiling wishing for, not the first time, a sudden but peaceful death. Eventually everything would go black as the alcohol finally caught up with his advanced organs.
Some time later he woke up to the cold chill of being wet and the smell of vomit. The scientist was on his side staring at a pile of his own stomach excrement, wondering for a brief moment on how he got there. Stretching out a sore arm, he pushed back away from the offensive odor until his back touched the cool metal wall. It told him that it was night and he had been out for at least three hours, which was during the peak heat of the day. That explained why his clothes felt saturated, at least he hoped that was why. The doctor was a mess, trying to deal with being a decent human being and being unable to reconcile with what he considered to be the greatest gift he’d ever been given. Slowly sitting up he stared out over the empty stinking trailer wondering how to proceed, and for the first time, not coming to any helpful conclusions.
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