paixaorpg | Like Father, Like Son [Completed]

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Like Father, Like Son [Completed]

Character(s): Laharl and Vyers
Content: Laharl found out Mid-Boss found a way to read his private posts. He is not happy.
Setting: Vyer's apartment
Time: Not long after their discussion on Roxas' journal.
Warnings: Goodness only knows.

He didn't bother telling Flonne or Etna he was going anywhere. He was too angry to even think about it, and he had no intentions of being gone long anyways. Since Vyers couldn't really talk on the journal, Laharl had decided to go to him.

Although, he wasn't so much as going to talk to his father as so much as kick his pathetic ass.

Laharl had no idea how his father had managed to find a journal capable of reading private posts, but the reason wasn't exactly on his mind. The fact of the matter was Vyers had done it, and the young demon was pissed beyond words. He'd been weak and almost sick for weeks all for his father's sake, and this was how he was re-payed?

The Overlord knew exactly where to find his father.

Slamming open the apartment door, Laharl made his presence known in a heartbeat.

"Alright, Old Man, where the HELL are you?!"

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Vyers' eyes darted from door to door and his heart pounded in his chest as he attempted to suppress the waves of panic that threatened to consume him. He wasn't sure why he was checking the doors, really. He knew well that the Organization could appear anywhere whenever they pleased. They wouldn't need to even touch the handle.

Why had he even allowed Timon near that journal in the first place? Vyers had been putting Roxas' journal to use not long after realizing that they had it, but he had always been careful not to hit the wrong button or make a post. Now that the truth was out, Vyers half expected a black-coated figure to arrive in his room any second. So far it seemed none of them had replied. So far.

And even that didn't tell too much.

He only wished Laharl had caught on that Vyers couldn't tell him anything. Maybe once the situation calmed down Vyers would explain how it wasn't safe to talk about what he had been doing even in locked posts. At least, not without using Roxas's journal any more than he had to, but the last reply he had made to Laharl had been a moment of desperation.

All Vyers could think of to do was feign ignorance of just what he had in his hands, to make it seem that he believed he was lucky to have found such a thing and nothing more. If he could find some way to convince them, if he was careful, then maybe things would--

The door's slam against the wall instantly knocked Vyers out of his thoughts. Roxas's journal fell to couch as the demon turned, a ball of energy charged defensively in his hand. It took him a moment to recognize the boy before him as his son, but when he did, he released a long, slow sigh of relief and allowed himself to calm down. He should have known Laharl would come here. He should have known.

He didn't waste a second. Upon stepping into the apartment, Laharl was very quickly up beside Vyers, leaping upwards, his fist aimed straight for Vyers' chin. It was to be a nasty uppercut, as long as it connected.

While it was a mystery how, Vyers had not seen this particular action coming. The force sent the older demon sailing upwards until he slammed into the ceiling, and he fell to the ground in a daze.

"Dammit, Old Man!" Laharl shouted, anger not fully yet abated, though he did not pursue to further cause bodily harm to his father, for now. He wanted answers, and Vyers couldn't give them if Laharl completely beat him up.

"How and WHY were you reading my private entries?!" he cried out, not particularly caring if anyone else in the apartment was hearing him. Of course, it hadn't really even occurred to him. "I've been feeling like crap for weeks because of you, and you... you--!"

While he was unable to state it, Vyers was very thankful for this fact. He was less thankful for the questioning that came next, predictable as it was. Vyers wiped a little blood from the corner of his mouth, glancing down at it with distaste before answering Laharl, suddenly finding the wall very interesting.

"Well, I could not simply show up where you were staying, could I? A fight would have to be had each time, and you were in no condition. It was the best way I could think of to keep an eye on you." He hesitated a moment. "In any case... there are more important problems to discuss."

Oh no. Laharl was NOT about to let this get dropped. "That wasn't keeping an eye on me, dammit! That was SPYING on me!" Laharl snarled, not impressed by his father's attempt to change the subject. This WAS important! It was important to him.

"I've been SLEEPING the last few weeks! I was barely even using my journal!" he added.

"I think we may have different definitions of 'keeping an eye on someone,'" Vyers muttered. "And I could keep an eye on others as well!" he added quickly. "If something came up I could be there quickly, could I not?"

Quickly realizing that this train of conversation was only going to end in more injuries and that the aforementioned more important things to discuss needed to be gotten out, Vyers once again made an attempt to change the subject. "I... do hope you managed to get at least some of what I was trying to tell you before?"

"That's not the DAMN point, Old Man, and you know it!" he growled out, clearly still not happy with Vyers' stupid excuses. Didn't he get it? He'd been reading private entries! Just when he'd been starting to think... Who was he kidding? He'd never gotten along with his old man for a reason. Once an idiot, always an idiot.

Folding his arms, he turned away, looking like he was just about ready to leave, Laharl muttered, "No, not really."

In all honesty, this was one thing that Vyers didn't get. He thought it a good way to keep an eye on others, especially those with problems saying how they truly felt. And while it was true that, were the situation reversed, Vyers would have been about as incensed as Laharl was, the meaning of this never crossed Vyers' mind.

It was one of the only ways he had been able to keep up with them outside of challenging them to a battle before. Old habits and mindsets died hard.

The older demon frowned, partially in annoyance, mostly in worry. "Nothing at all..." He had thought he had given fairly good hints, too. "Is there not a lady besides Etna that we tend to lock conversations from?" he asked, attempting to get the point across. And yet... perhaps it would be better to just go ahead and say this straight. "I could see your entries because they can see our entries. That is why I could not answer you over the journal."

Laharl made a face at this chunk of information. He'd heard of people suspecting they could read locked entries, but, well, guess that confirmed that. He wasn't really terribly surprised. "Alright. Fine. I guess that's a good enough reason."

There was a brief pause as Laharl glanced back a Vyers, a scowl on his face. "...but you still haven't come up with a damn good reason for reading MY private stuff."

The fact Vyers had, somehow, a Organization's member's journal was, yes, lost on him at the moment, apparently.

Vyers was surprised Laharl was taking this information so... "Well" may perhaps have not been the word, but it would have to do for now. Then again, he did seem to be awfully focused on the fact that Vyers had read those entries...

"I told you my reasoning," Vyers replied after an annoyed sigh. "I was keeping an eye on you. In case there was something you... needed help with. Or if someone else mentioned something of the sort." He was quick to add the last sentence, if only because he had his doubts that Laharl would like that idea any better.

"If I'd needed help, I would have posted something for you to see, or someone else would have! Not that I needed any help," Laharl said, exasperated that Vyers still didn't seem to realize what an idiot he was being. It didn't really surprise him. This was just... typical, in so many ways. It just... felt a lot worse than usual, for some reason Laharl couldn't put a finger on.

"Dammit, why are you being so stupid?! Are you trying to make me regret--" Laharl couldn't finish the sentence. He just simply turned away again. That line of thinking didn't sit well with him at all. He'd wanted his father to live, after all. Now he really did almost regret it, which made him feel... guilty?

"Gah, whatever. Just forget it," he finally said, unable to deal with this in front of Vyers any longer. He could deal with the anger, but now he was feeling a whole mess of other things.

"Those issues I am not as worried about," Vyers shot back. "But you are so dishonest with yourself! What of...! What of..." He trailed off, not entirely sure what he wanted to say. He knew what he meant, of course. That he wanted to be able to help Laharl through those issues, that he wanted to know about them instead of the younger demon keeping them all inside, but he didn't know how to express that, not even to himself. And, really, he didn't know of any other way to learn.

He frowned, wondering what Laharl meant by that line. What did he regret? And why did he suddenly have this sinking, guilty feeling? He had done nothing wrong. It was all for Laharl's sake. There was nothing wrong with keeping an eye on him in such a manner... was there?

It was all so frustrating. If she were here, she would know what to do... She had always known better than he had.

Laharl had no idea what Vyers was on about, and he just didn't care. He just... he...

He hated him.

The boy hadn't felt it lately. He thought he was finally more at peace with his father, even. He'd told him he didn't hate him anymore, but... there it was. Laharl just hated him so much, at this moment. He hated his foolishness and hated him even more for making him feel like this; so confused and overwhelmed with so many stupid feelings.

Why did he have such an idiot for a father? Why couldn't his mother be here? Why did this place have to take her from him?! Why... why was he still here?! He wanted to go home, back to the Netherworld!

Laharl stood there trembling, his arms clenched around his chest and face hidden in his scarf. His voice was laced with twinges of emotion, but little more showed, as Laharl had gained hundreds of years practice to keep such things buried inside. "I hate you," he very nearly hissed, before making a hasty retreat out the door, slamming it in his wake.

Edited 2010-09-06 08:04 (UTC)

The words cut through him like a knife. Familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, the words he had heard years ago tore at his chest and took away any words of his own. The way Laharl had said them... It had been so matter-of-fact back then that they were easy to take. Not like now. Preoccupied with the twisting of his insides and the knot that had suddenly appeared in his throat, he didn't have time to stop Laharl before the door slammed shut.

It wasn't wrong. And yet the more he ran the thought through his head, the more he began to doubt himself. He thought he was doing the right thing. No, it was not the way many others would go about doing things, but it had been his way of watching them from afar before. It had been fine then. Why not now?

He thought he was doing things right, but they always went wrong. For once, all he wanted to do was be able to get something right! After all these years...

Not that long ago, he had heard Laharl say "Dad." Dad... And now he was hated again? So soon? "So we are back to this..." It was said without emotion, and Vyers put his head in his hands, trying to collect himself and force away the anger building within. Not this place. Not this place. The last part of her he had here. Why couldn't she be here?

His hands curled into fists and a mirror and vase shattered.

So they were back to this...

The young Overlord didn't make it very far. Once in the hallway, he made it only a yard from the door, before stopping against the wall, and sliding down it to the floor. Legs folding up to his chest, he wrapped his arms around his knees and buried his face into them.

Dammit. Dammit. Dammit!

He almost felt sick to his stomach. Yelling at his old man like that had provided a sense of release, but now? Yeah, even Laharl couldn't deny the sense of regret building as his anger had begun to quickly dissipate. Regret and... something else, gnawing at his insides. Something painful. Or maybe that was simply it: pain.

This was hardly the first time he'd told his father he hated him. It had been a simple answer once, with no thought required. It was 'normal' for a demon. It hadn't been so emotional since back around his mother's death, but times between him and his father back then were blurry at best.

Did he hate him? He'd felt like it moments before, but now? He hated Vyers for what he did, but...

Laharl groaned in frustration. Feelings were just so DAMN complicated! Only thing he was certain of right now, was how much he hated them right now. Stupid feelings.

Some time passed before Vyers was wrenched from his thoughts. His eyes flicked in the direction of Roxas's journal, which had just made a sound notifying him of another's reply to the journal that had caused this whole mess. For a long time, the demon stared at it, wondering whether or not he should take a look, but finally he pulled himself up from the chair he was sitting in and picked the journal up off the seat of the couch, opening it up and typing a short reply on his own journal to the anonymous individual. He had had enough trouble with Roxas's for now.

Under normal circumstances, Vyers might have questioned the situation more before he replied, especially the fact that the person had decided to reply anonymously in the first place. But the recent exchange with Laharl continued to weigh heavily on his mind and so he continued the conversation with some measure of annoyance.

It wasn't long before that annoyance shifted into confusion, and as he adjusted his grip on the small device, his thumb accidentally brushed over the voice feature, turning it on. "Tracking...?" he half-whispered. Saying it aloud was all it took for it to sink in, and Vyers' eyes went wide with terror. A sharp gasp and Vyers' journal slipped from his hands and clattered to the floor, only one thought running through his head. Vyers rushed through the front door, wrenching it open and slamming it behind him and searching the hallway for any sign of his son, nearly tripping over the boy in the process.

Vyers leaned against the wall, staring down at Laharl and trying to calm himself at least a little before speaking. "You... You have to leave."

It didn't sound quite as calm as he would have hoped.

Laharl hadn't even begun to contemplate moving when he was rather caught off guard by Vyers suddenly appearing in the hallway. He glanced up at the older demon slightly dazed, before jerking his gaze away again. He really hadn't been ready to face his father again, so soon. And he really hadn't wanted his father to see him out here, like this. Ugh...

It was too late now, however. He made no motions to even begin moving. He had no idea what his father was suddenly freaking out about, but he didn't particularly care right now.

"Leave me alone, Old Man," he muttered finally, shuffling himself around to face away from Vyers.

Did Laharl's hate of him truly overtake his sense of personal safety? This was foolish! If he did not leave... All Vyers knew was that the Organization was tracking him. Any member could find them. How many people had he put in danger?

Again... again, people would be in danger because of him. How many times was it now? How many times had he failed?

This would not be another.

Vyers slammed his fist against the wall, nearly makning a hole in it, his frustration, anger, and fear starting to get the better of him. "Do as I say!" he shouted. "This is no time for games. You have to go!"

Laharl bristled at the... order? Was his old man actually trying to order him around? Since when was he ever like this?

The boy turned his head again, scowling. He didn't even know what the hell was his father's problem suddenly was, but he wasn't about to move. If anything, Vyers was making him want to do the complete opposite.

"Why the hell should I?!" he shouted back, anger flaring again. "What part of 'leave me alone' do you not understand, Mid-Boss?!"

Vyers swallowed down his own rising anger and stood shaking for a moment wondering how he should answer. Should he tell Laharl the truth? Vyers planned on sounding as ignorant of the fact that he knew the journal belonged to an Organization member as he could. But if that failed, and they sought information from those he was close to...

And yet keeping information from Laharl hadn't done either of them well before, had it? But then Laharl wasn't the one in danger. Only he was, and death was an experience already had.

There is no way to win in this situation, is there? he thought to himself sadly, staring unfocusedly at the floor. "You need to go," he repeated resignedly.

If everything turned out okay, then maybe things could change. But Laharl already hated him and if that kept his son safe, then that was what had to be. Considering everything he knew he had done wrong, he could only hope that this was right.

What? What the hell was going on? Why was his old man not telling him what was going on? Was it because of what he'd said?

The boy's anger did settle a little. Something about his father suddenly looked.... sad?

"Why?" Laharl pressed, in no mood still to obey, however. He was getting tired of his father's constant idiocy.

Vyers shook his head. How much was Laharl going to make him repeat himself? "Go. Please," he insisted, a note of desperation slipping into his voice. He didn't know how much time there was. With those portals of theirs, they could be here at any minute. They were lucky that no one had come in the short time they'd been talking.

Edited 2010-09-12 02:31 (UTC)

Something flickered in Laharl's eyes. A moment of emotion, before he once more, looked away. So this was how it was, huh? Vyers didn't seem to trust him as much as Laharl didn't really feel like he could trust his father. The wall between them just seemed to keep growing and growing.

He couldn't believe there was any real reason for him to leave.

"Make me."

He turned himself sideways beside the wall, folding his arms tighter around his knees. Vyers wasn't going to get anywhere this way.

It wasn't that Vyers didn't trust Laharl as much as it was that he didn't want Laharl involved. Why couldn't he see that? Why did he have to be so stubborn?! "I told you!" he shouted. "There is no time for this! If you stay much longer, you will--!" He quickly shoved that train of thought out of his mind. No, nothing more than that.

"Why will you not listen to me?!"

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