waitsforbrother | The roaring twenties was definitely not quiet

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The roaring twenties was definitely not quiet

Who: Kamui and anyone disrupting his peace and quiet
Where: His apartment complex or even outside it.
Style: First, third, or either
Status: Open

Kamui would have stayed at the office, but that place was too stifling. He only stayed there when he really had to, but he tried not to be around his father's things. Even if he had used the office years after his father's passing, Kamui still kept it the same. And whenever, someone would try to change something, he was already flipping out. His father's office was one of the few things he had of the other, so he tried his best to keep in the same likeness as the other.

But Kamui found the place suffocating at times. It made him nervous to be there. He didn't know how to explain the anxiety he felt, but he knew it was real enough for him to be in a hurry to leave.So, Kamui decided to finish his work in the comforts of his own home. Sure it wasn't as quiet as his father's office, but he had his way of dealing with the nuisances that tried to threaten his sleep or his productivity. So as soon as he came in he decided to sit down and do just that. Work. Daring anyone to interrupt him.

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Kamui tapped the edge of the pen against the table as his blue eyes scanned the document over and over again. There were so many things to consider with this new project. The brunet's eyes doesn't peel off the paper until he heard a soft knock on the door. Something he could have easily messed if he was reading, but his frustration allowed him to hear. He got up from his chair, his temper starting to rise and a frown on his face.

He grabbed at the hand,opening fast without looking who was on the other side."What do you want?" He said coldly.

Then his blue eyes looked up and his eyes widened, when he realized who it was. His mother?! His tone softened,"Mom? What are you doing here?"

For the briefest second, she looks hurt at such a greeting, but her heart is quick to forgive and she knows he didn't mean it. She's quick to hug her son and smiles. She reaches up and taps the top of his head.

"If you grow any more you're going to be taller than your father. You're already taller than me." Of course, she was all of 5'3" so that wasn't hard. "And I came because I haven't seen you, I'm allowed to miss my son aren't I?" she kissed his cheek.

The young man wasn't one to deny his mother affection. He hugged her back and allowed her to kiss his cheek. He had missed seeing her too,but lately work has been hectic, so has hasn't been able to visit her. If he knew she was going to go through the trouble of coming here, then he would have tried to see her. He would rather that, then having his mother out there. Not that he felt his mother couldn't handle herself. But he knew how unsafe the streets could be.

"I'm not stopping you from missing me, but you didn't have to go through the trouble of coming here. Isn't this place out of your way?" Kamui said, the Academy was close, but it wasn't exactly a place his mother would normally be. He wouldn't call it the slums, but it was close at times. He allowed her to come in, not stalling her from entering his apartment.

"You could be on the other side of the city and you're never too far for me to visit Kamui, you're my son." She walked into the apartment, always the vision of white. Unlike most of the women in the city, Serenity didn't conform in many ways and she didn't conform in the raising of her son. If anyone ever asked when the late Mamoru Chiba was alive, they would say he made the money, but she wore the pants and it was no different in the raising of her son.

She set her shawl down on the hat hook and she glided over to the table, examining the paperwork.

"Let's have some tea and sit hmm?"

His mother definitely wore the pants. Sometimes he believed she was pulling strings at the company, while he wasn't looking, making sure things went smoothly for him. And this is why he said nothing as she looked to what he was working on. She probably already knew. He closed the door and went over to the kitchen to prepare some tea. It wasn't the first time his mother had stopped by unexpectedly. So Kamui was already prepared. Having her favorite tea at the ready.

Once it was done he set it down on the table for her, making it the way she liked. "The tea is ready, Mom." He told her, waiting for her too join him, pulling out the chair for her.

She looked up from the paperwork, making a few changes here and there but certainly nothing Kamui wouldn't have done by himself given enough time to study the documents. She smiled as she set it down and went over to the table, sitting down. Her son was so well mannered. She waited for him to sit beside her before she lifted up the tea cup and inhaled the soft aroma.

"Kamui, you always know my favorite tea."

Kamui sat. He then smiled at his mother's comment."If I didn't know at least your favorite tea, I shouldn't be called your son."

He then picked up his own tea cup sipping at it, before setting it down. He then turned to her."So, how's the doctor?"

"You're the best son I could have ever asked for, Kamui. Don't think a thing like tea would make it otherwise." She leaned over and kissed his brow before pulling back and lifting her cup.

"Hatori?" she sipped her tea and gave a small smile. "Busy as can be expected of the doctor."

"I don't think that, but it shows you mean enough to me to pay attention." Kamui replied as she kissed his forehead. That was saying a lot. He didn't pay attention to most people, unless it had to deal with the business, himself or his mother. Everyone else was just there, there to help him or hurt him.

When the topic changed to Hatori, Kamui was silent for a while. He had nothing against Hatori. He met him a couple of times and he knew that had only respect for his mother. That was not to say, he wasn't overprotective of her."I hope not to busy. And Namine?"

"Shy as ever I'm afraid. But she's doing well, Hatori treats her with all the love she deserves." She smiled as she sipped her tea and her thoughts drifted to Hatori. After her husband's death, it came as a surprise to even her that she had actually gone on a date with her him. And what perhaps surprised everyone that knew her was that she continued to date him.

Serenity leaned back in her chair. "Kamui, do you like Hatori?"

Kamui nodded his head as his mother spoke of Namine. That was his first impression of her too and he couldn't object to her mother's observation of how well Hatori treated her. However, he turned his attention back to his mother when she asked him a question. And not just a question, it was a question about Hatori.

The young entrepreneur is slow to answer as if considering his answer. Considering other thoughts. He set his tea cup down and then said,"...he's fine as a person. I have nothing against him."

She gazed at Kamui for a long moment. She was reminded so much of Mamoru. The way his hair fell, his height and broad shoulders was the same. His kindness that he didn't like it being commented on... A sad smile came to Serenity's lips, a smile Kamui probably recognized by now was the one she wore when she thought of her late love. Pale fingers wrapped around Kamui's own hand.

"Kamui, are you alright with my dating him?" She had been dating Hatori for well over a year but she was still worried about Kamui's opinion of him.

Kamui looked to her as his mother wrapped her fingers around his hand. He caught a glimpse of the sad smile. Knowing well what it meant, but he didn't bring attention to it. Because there was no need. When she smiled liked like that he was reminded of his father, who cause her to smile so sadly. His grip on his hand tightened around those fingers.

"I have nothing against him personally. I think the ideal of you dating bothered me." Kamui replied honestly. It was hard for Kamui to come with terms with it. Hatori, was innocent, what irked him was his mother dating. At first, he thought he was just finding a replacement for father, but he knew his mother was not that type of person. She cared for his father a lot, so he knew that was not true. But what it really came down to was the fact that he had to share his mother with someone else. It was selfish. But he had his mother to himself for a long time, and felt Hatori was encroaching his territory.

He patted his mother's hand gently, showing that he had resolved that issue."But it doesn't bother me now. I know that you will always have a place for me and father in your heart, no matter who you fall in love with."

"Kamui, I'm glad you know you always have a place. I want you to know that you as my son will always be first in my heart. You're my precious son, the heir to the family and I loved your father with my entirety." And she had. For several years she had been in a depression at her husband's death. She still got up and she still went out as the headmistress, but when her husband had been killed it was like she had thought all color had left the world. Even though she kept going on for her son, family, and friends, the first years after Mamoru's death had been hardest on her. There were nights that she would fall asleep sobbing, holding his pocket-watch to her breasts.

But that had been more than a decade ago. It had been Kamui that had pulled her out of her depression although he didn't know that. Serenity smiled and shifted to kiss Kamui's temple.

"My handsome and wonderful son."

"I know." The young man said as his mother assured him of his place in her heart and how she felt about her father. Kamui knew very well, how much his father's death affected her. Even though, his mother may think he was oblivious to her pain,he always saw through the strong front she made for him and others.

Kamui smiled at that."As long as you're happy that's all I care about."

"I am," she said as she caressed his cheek. "I am happy Kamui. So long as this world turns I will keep going and do all I can for it so that you and all my students and everyone can have a beautiful place to live."

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