Suegro (Mitsuomi and Deathonator)

[Mitsuomi]

Marriage can be such a beautiful thing. But it can also get destroyed quickly. Only a year and a half ago, Nathan married his wife, and voyed to love her forever and you know the whole story.

The first twelve months of their marriage was as they had dreamed. They lived together, loved each other, both spritually and physically... very physically.

Both of them had jobs at which they were quickly ascending to new levels. Suddenly Nathan's attitude changed and things became difficult for the two. He lost his job, was busted cheating on more than one occassion, he drunk heavily and was often sick. It was a miserable transformation that ruined the man he was before.

On a Tuesday evening when nothing interesting was happening in no one's daily life, Nathan lied on his bed, sneakers rubbing against the sheets as he flipped through the televsion stations he knew he wouldn't be able to afford in another three months. Pornography, exclusive movies and sports, high definition talk shows, poker. He quickly turned back to the pornography, something about a small girl taking load after load of semen over her face from strangers was rather amusing to him. His fingertips tapped the edge of his cigarette although his wife warned him not to smoke in the appartment. The ashes fell to the side of the bed, slowly making a small hill of smelly ash.

 

[Deathonator]

Who knew that people could change so much in nothing but a year and a few months? Selena loved Nathan, she truly did, yet something in him had snapped after the first twelve months of bliss; she never understood what was the reason for him losing his job, cheating on her, doing everything contrarily to what she asked him to do, no matter how much she loved him.

Returning home became a hard task, because each time she set foot in the house she wondered if he wasn't busy with some whore in their bed, or drinking in the kitchen. However, she continued coming home, remained faithful and burried herself in work. The solution appeared to be to have a kid, yet she quickly pushed that thought aside. She was young, in her early twenties, and giving up a career and any hope of a good life for something that's outcome wasn't even certain seemed stupid. Not to mention they haven't had sex in a month.

Selena parked her car in front of their home, taking a deep breath. Her beautiful face appeared tired, her large blue eyes filled with apathy, yet the rest of her remained attractive. Every day she tried to look good just for him, yet he didn't seem to notice anymore. However, the stress made her lose a few pounds, her stomach growing completely flat, waistline small, legs slender while her breasts remained a firm C cup edging a D. Her hair reached her mid-back in thick rich waves, since she didn't bother attaching it in a careful ponytail any longer, her makeup consisting of a thin line of eyeliner and lipgloss to highlight her plump lips.

She finally stood up from the car, as small as the women he watched on the television, standing at nothing but five feet and four inches without her heels, that added a good two inches to her. She wore a tight white blouse with the top buttons undone, showing off the beggining of her cleavage and an equally tight black skirt that ended a few inches above her knees.

Reculantly, she returrned home, leaving her bag at the entrance. She heard the moaning, sensed the ashes, causing he to wonder whether there was someone else. She slowly advanced, her heels making a soft clicking sound as she walked. Crossing her arms under her breasts, she studied him with a sigh. ''Nathan, I asked you not to smoke in the house,'' she spoke softly, her voice deep and delicate. ''Could you please take off your sneakers when you're on the bed?'' She continued, her eyes fixated upon him pleadingly.

 

[Mitsuomi]

Nathan looked over at her with an aloof sense in his eyes. He watched her as his left foot kicked his dirty sneaker off his right foot, then followed suit with his right foot. The sneakers fell to the ground as men moaning was the only thing auidible for them at the moment.

"They're off." He said, a small stubble growing on his usually clean chin. On some men it looks quite good somtimes to have a bit of a shadow, but for him, it was a clear signal that his income, his socializing, his entire life was at a standstill.

He kept the cigarette between his teeth as he glanced down at her legs and back up. "You shouldn't go to work like that. Look like a whore." He said, turning and sitting on the edge of the bed, his socks smearing the pile of ashes on the ground.

"I applied for a job at the superstore. They had me piss in a cup to check if I'm okay to work." He laughed without meaning. "Move. I'm going to use the bathroom."

 

[Deathonator]

The girl bit on the inside of her cheek, trying to remain calm. She didn't even try to understand at that point, merely acknowledging the hatred he felt towards her and that she has been secretly harbouring towards him for those long six months.

She studied him with an amused smirk. ''Hm, I guess you're right. After all, you know all about whores,'' she replied, rolling her eyes. She didn't flinch as he approached, not bothering to move. The fact that he finally did something with his stagnant life made her happy, yet at the moment she was nowhere close to showing it.

''Don't speak to me that way,'' she hissed coldly, brushing past him to get to the television and snap the porn channel shut. She looked around the messy room, resting her palm on her forehead, her eyes closed for a few moments. She didn't know what to do, she couldn't leave him to himself and allow him to ruin his life.

 

[Mitsuomi]

Nathan smirked as he walked towards the bathroom, leaving the door opened as he undressed. It was a bad habit he got into very recently. "I don't like you wearing things that show you off too much. I didn't marry a whore." He said, getting into the shower and turning on the water. Jumping back after the cold water made contact with his chest and head. "Damn it. This fucking..." He eventually quieted, his figure still somewhat visible through the glass shower sliding doors.

The telephone was blinking. The red light near it's port was going on and off like it did for most of the month when she got home. USually filled with messages from either people she didn't know, or people she didn't want to talk to. It was still important to see who they were from. Her family left the country about a month after her marriage, they didn't want to pressure her, but they advised her to carefully analyze her situation before marrying Nathan. Looks like mother was right again.

The entire place was becoming more and more contaminated by Nathan, slowly. The pictures that were around were mostly from their earlier times. Constant sex and concerts and movies where they ended up fucking half-way home from the theather. Nothing was like it, raw, unprotected, somewhat emerged in public and with the risks of being caught. At that time, Nathan was doing extremely well in his accounting agency. So well that his boss wanted him to play golf to him. The look on his face when he told Selena about it was as if she had told him that she was having a son. It meant certain promotion, meaning more money, and happier sex. Selena, although very successful in her own field, was never expected to be the main sorce of income. Now she's the one who holds them together, enslaved in her job.

 

[Deathonator]

Selena rolled her eyes to his remark, tossing one of his sneakers onto the wall in an annoyed fashion. ''Yeah, well I didn't marry a careless lazy bastard that screws with just about anything that moves,'' she replied, her nerves starting to wear out. She glanced back at the open door, shaking her head. Sick and tired were the perfect adjectives to describe her. Undoing her shirt and skirt, she pulled the clothes off before running through her wardrobe. He didn't want a whore, she kicked the bed, wincing a moment after. How could he even say such a thing?

She thought about Nathan's father. Why was it that he wasn't like that man? She cursed inwardly, pulling out a simple white tank top with a deep square cut and a pair of tight fitting jeans, just to annoy her husband. It seemed that their lives turned into a battlefield; whenever they were together they would fight, he would provoke her and she would respond, and so on. Walking up to the phone, she reculantly pressed the talk button, as usual getting covered with the flow of messages. Some of them were for him, others for her, yet she didn't want to respond to a single one of them.

Depression? Perhaps that was what caused her isolation, but the point was she couldn't go out and have fun and her friends were slowly growing weary of her life, more often than not handing her booklets about abuse, and giving her lawyers' numbers as indicators that it was time to start off from a new page. ''Fuck you, Nathan,'' she whispered softly, trying to hold back those tears that seemed to come along with him. Then his father's voice cut through the silence, asking them if they were still coming to the supper at his place that night. She nodded to the phone, a smile briefly illuminating her face to disappear just as fast.

 

[Mitsuomi]

Minutes later, Nathan was out of the shower, his towel over his waist as he reached inside their drawers for underwear and the such. He paused, looking at her again and smiling, shaking his head. "Look like you're ready to take a big dick." He blurted, feeling that she dressed like that to annoy him. "Did you delete any of my messages... I was waiting for a specific call from a job. I hope you didn't erase that one. Dear." He said, tossing his clothes over his shoulder as he walked back to dress up.

"Anything good?" He said, turning on the tv as he walked by, the poor girl's scene well over, but of course, something else was on. "Shit. What time is it... Did I miss the special on those small Japanese girls... fuck." He said, his towel dropping, his useless (although nicely rounded) ass exposed briefly until he dressed.

He put on his underwear first, followed by plain black jeans which were surprisingly clean. He ran his fingers through his hair, water trickling onto the floor. "You look pissed off. Why are you mad? I'm looking for work baby. We'll be just fucking fine. Now if you'd give up on trying to control me and dressing up like a damn street rat... maybe we'd get something done. Like... I don't know... a lunch out... a shower together... maybe a nice hard fuck. But noo..." He said, making the volume on the pornography louder. "I'm hungry too."

 

[Deathonator]

When Nathan exited the bathroom, she noticed the smile on his lips, which gave her a faint light of hope that perhaps the fighting was done for the day, yet the light almost instantly died out. She didn't bother responding to his words, merely sighing in exasperation. She didn't even look like a slut; she dressed in a far more appropriate way then most women, yet her developped curves made most clothes seem tight on certain levels, her gift turning into a curse. Shaking her head without pronouncing a word, she stood up once again, about to go to the kitchen to see if it was a mess after her day of absence.

However, his words prevented her from doing so. On an emotional rollercoaster, she found herself filled with hope that he was, for once, genuinely sorry yet clearly it wasn't the case. Fighting back the urge to cry, to throw something heavy at him or to storm out of the house to never return again, she turned around, facing him with a smile. The fact that he seemed to know the programming for the pornographic channels didn't bother her any longer, the female growing completely numb.

Her hips swinging slightly, she approached him with a seducive, almost playful smile, resting her fingers on his chest. ''You're right, honey,'' she purred softly, cocking her head to the side. ''If it wasn't for me being such a damn bitch we'd be just great,'' she continued, raising her head to lean forth, her lips almost grazing his. ''Except you can't even appreciate your fucking wife, and I'm afraid to catch some STD,'' she finished, aggressivity and anger filling her light eyes, the woman sharply turning away to return to her target towards the kitchen.

 

[Mitsuomi]

Nathan remained still as she spoke to him, listening, but wishing the contact was a little stronger. As she walked away, he collected himself. "Oh, look at that. I think my cock actually moved a little there babe. I can still get an erection yet..." He said, turning his back to finish dressing.

Then the phone's started to ring. There was telephones in several places in the house, including their bedroom and kitchen.

 

[Deathonator]

The female found herself clutching her fists as she walked to the kitchen. As usual, he missed the point completely, while all she asked for was the word sorry. Love, respect and sex would have been convenient as well. However, she had to deal with the knowledge that he husband acted like a stranger.

''Wow, really? Want a star do that?'' She replied, darting to the phone as it rang. A part of her hoped that it was his father, the other that it was some woman calling for him to give her a reason to fill out papers for a divorce. ''Hello?'' She spoke into the phone, trying to sound sweet and carefree.

 

[Mitsuomi]

"Hey, Selena! It's Daren. I haven't heard from you or Nate (Nathan) in a while. What've you two been up to? Did he find work? Oh, and are you guys coming over tonight? I made lasagna and it's almost finished, you'll love it." His voice was charming and still somewhat deep. Nathan inherited that himself, but recently acquired a strange stringing to his words that made him sound like he was mubling or sleepy, almost zoned-out.

Daren and Nathan had similar looks, of course, him being Nathan's father. Daren was a very hard worker, and earned every dime in his account. Nearly 42 years old, Daren appears to be 32, lives like he's 22, and still has the imagination he had when he was 12. He would hit the gyms at least three times a week or work out at home, he'd work long hours if required and do his job right. Nearly a mirror image of Nathan a while back, now total opposites.

Daren's late wife Angela was killed during the escape of bank robbers about five years ago. The robber's car rushed out of the bank's parking lot, taking six people to the afterlife, trampling a few on the sidewalks, Angela being one of them.

 

[Deathonator]

''Oh, hi Daren,'' the woman replied, her gentle voice sounding pleased to hear the male. And it was true, she hasn't been so happy to hear anyone in quite a while. ''Not much, just this and that. He's looking for one,'' she replied, trying to stiffle a deep sigh yet not quite managing to. ''But yeah, we're looking forward to coming over,'' she replied, a smile playing on her lips.

Nathan's father was a perfect replica of the previous Nathan, and when they had gotten married she thought that her husband would end up just like his father. However, that appeared not to be quite the case. ''I'll tell Nate to hurry up,'' she chirped, glancing in their room's direction. ''We'll see you later,'' she spoke softly, hanging up.

Walking back into the living room, she leaned up against the doorway. ''Nate, your dad called, let's go,'' she spoke sternly, trying to sound as apathetic as possible. ''Try to at least look human for him, if you can't do it for me,'' she finished, walking up to the wardrobe to pull on a light grey jacket made of thick cotton before walking up to the entrance door, waiting for him.

 

[Mitsuomi]

Nathan turned over seeming moderately interested. "Oho... Pops. Hey... don't tell him I'm not working still. He'll be depressed." He said, fitting on a plain black shirt over his chest and shoulders, bending over and fitting on his sneakers. "You're going like that?"

 

[Deathonator]

Not bothering to mention that she has already told his father since she didn't want to cause another fight although she realized that they would probably have the time to snap at eachother at least another dozen of times through the target.
Kicking off her high heels, the woman stepped into a pair of black ballerina's shoes, her gaze traveling over Nathan briefly. ''Yes. Do you have a problem with that?'' She wondered, waiting for him patiently.

 

[Mitsuomi]

"As far as I know, my dad doesn't have erectile disfunction yet. Maybe seeing you will turn him off so bad you'll cripple his sex life- if he has one- forever." He said in his mumbled speech, moving past her. Each of them had their car, respectively. Needless to say, Selena's was the more recent, cleaner, nicer vehicle, Nathan's, like himself, having broken down and turned ugly. "I'm driving alright..." He said, without ever really asking. "Just... don't try to say anything stupid in front of him. I still owe him money for helping us out so much. And I'll probably need to borrow more since we don't make enough money. So don't fuck it up. Love." He said, turning around and walking out towards his beaten, navy blue, outdated vehicle.

 

[Deathonator]

''Oh, really?'' She cocked her head angrily, tears appearing in the corners of her eyes. ''I have fucking had enough,'' she hissed, clenching the keys from her car. ''You don't do shit, tell me not to fuck up, while all you've been doing in the past year is fucking things up for everyone,'' she continued, walking straight off towards her car. She couldn't care less about what he said, she hasn't done anything and wasn't about to pretend that she has.

Pulling her car door open, she slid inside, turning on the engine, without really caring whether he was following her or not.

 

[Mitsuomi]

Nathan's eyebrows raised as she seemed to be having a difficult time with him, without mystery.

He sighed as she left by herself, running his fingers through his hair. "Cunt..." He murmured. Opening his door and getting into his car, following after her.

Daren didn't have quite enough time to change from his work attire, but it was alright, professional seemed like a good way to take in his son and daughter-in-law.

"Alright... garlic bread... toasted nicely..." He said with a smile. There was nothing in the world more important to him than his family, direct or extended. Of course, Selena wasn't like a REAL daughter, but he decided to show her as much love as he would his son. It was only right, and she seemed to have a great head on her shoulders. He was a little upset that his son was unable to obtain a job yet, Nathan had a great set of skills at his disposal, he and Selena were both excellent students and well brought up.

"Those two seem to be having rough times. I don't want to add on any stress. I'm going to get those two some stress-relief." He said, tasting the last bit of sauce applied to his meal, seriously hoping the couple would enjoy it.

 

[Deathonator]

Selena's fingers clenched upon the car's wheel, the woman herself trembling slightly as tears decided to set free when they were needed the least. She had very few breakdowns, surprisingly enough, and tried not to have them in front of Nathan yet at that point she couldn't help herself.

Parking the car next to the sidewalk, she leaned her head against her arms, sobbing softly for a few moments, her eyeliner creating dark traces around her eyes. Finally, she stepped out of the car, trying to clean up all the traces of eyeliner and tears as she walked towards the door.

 

[Mitsuomi]

Daren had been watching the front of his house occassionally to not be caught by surprise. He spied her sobbing, but decided it was better left alone.

As she approached, Daren fixed himself up of what he could, a light beard at the edge of his chin, still black, without grey hairs nor on his head, chin or anywhere else.

He reached for his door before Selena got there, pulling it open to welcome her.

 

[Deathonator]

Selena was rather relieved that her husband still hasn't gotten to his father's place, not even remotely curious about where he was. As Daren pulled the door open, she gave him as bright a smile as she could manage, entering the house.

''Hi, I think that Nate is going to be a little late,'' she spoke awkwardly, raising her blue gaze to meet his. ''How are you?'' She wondered, pausing in the doorway, suddenly unsure how to act since she has never been alone with her husband's father.

 

[Mitsuomi]

Daren smiled widely seeing her greeting him in such high spirits. His arms extended, giving her a big hearty hug. Although not quite old, it was no secret that Daren wasn't in his twenties anymore. But his figure and appearance were great. "Selena, it's been a few months hasn't it? Are you guys forgetting about me over there in you own home and everything?" He said, smiling. "Come on in, there's no reason for you to stay out here. You look great, I hope everything's good at home." He said, taking her arm, not exactly forcefully, but gripping her enough to send the message that he wanted to drag her in. But not in a rude way.

 

[Deathonator]

Selena smiled back meekly, eagerly accepting the hug since it was the only form of affection from anyone other than her female friends that she has gotten in months. ''I'm sorry, Daren,'' she spoke softly, entering the house without looking back at the door. She couldn't care less if Nate was going elsewhere. ''Things have been quite crazy in the last few months,'' she replied, sighing as he said that she looked great. Strangely enough, she was almost expecting him to go blind at her appearence as her husband has suggested.

''Things...could be worse, I suppose,'' she shook her head, trying to smile once again although she felt as though she has been forced to eat a lemon. ''How have you been?'' She wondered, pushing off her shoes to enter the house, following him obediently.

 

[Mitsuomi]

"Well... I'm living." He said, Daren's house was always nice to come into. It smelled nice, especially since he had cooked, there was a variety of paintings and decorations on the walls, everything was organized and in good color scheme. "I'm hoping that Nate get's out of this little slump he's in. I don't want something to happen between you two.. then I don't get to see you. Plus I want grandkids. And you have great hair, so it would be nice to have that in the family too." He led her into his large living room, a palace of a place with expensive furniture, quality rugs and of course a ginormous television set airing the cooking channel. Everyone turned on that channel from time to time.

"Whiskey? Wine? Beer?" He asked, his hand resting on her shoulder until she sat. "You seem slightly stressed. Maybe whiskey for you..."

 

[Deathonator]

Selena listened to Daren's words, giving him a gentle smile. The house he lived in partially reflected her dreamhome; she loved order and art - yet Nate seemed to want nothing to do with those for quite a while already. At the words 'little slump' she couldn't help but let out a sarcastic chuckle. She didn't want to burden Daren with her problems, yet she needed to tell someone what she was living in, and this seemed to be the perfect occasion. ''I don't know,'' she muttered, leaning her head against her palm briefly.

''He hates me,'' she murmured finally, raising her eyes to him, biting on her lower lip. ''It's impossible, really. And whiskey would be great,'' she added, standing up to approach him. ''Can I help you with anything?'' She wondered, figuring that it was hard living without a woman, and she missed acting like one.

 

[Mitsuomi]

"Nate doesn't hate you. He's an idiot. But not evil." He said, looking over at her as he poured her a bit of liquor.

"I actually need the table set up. We have all of the utensils on the cabinet by the table." He poured himself a bit of liquor too. "I'll get the dishes and such. We just need three anyway." He handed her a glass of whiskey and tilted his towards her slightly, as if to toast. "Thank you for coming. I needed to see you. With or without Nathan."