Katou (katoustheshit) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-04-21 20:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, caleb rivers, yue katou |
Who: Katou and Caleb
What: Katou shows up drunk as a skunk
Where: Caleb's place
When: February
Rating/Warning: Low/none
Status: Complete
Katou was trying very hard not to think about the fact that he’d run into his biological father, but it was hard to shake. The only time he’d seen the man was in a photo that Katou had unearthed in his mother’s drawer when he was twelve. Even then, the photo had likely been taken before Katou had been born.
When he’d found he photo, he’d been stricken by how much the man’s grotesque featured mirrored Katou’s own, and that had been even more apparent in the stumbling drunk Katou’d seen at the restaurant with Kanan. And what was worse, he was everything Katou had feared he’d be. Drunk and useless. Probably mean, though Katou hadn’t had the displeasure of actually talking to the man before he’d hightailed it out of the bar. With blood like that running through his veins, well… why was Katou even trying? He should have died two years ago; it was a miracle he hadn’t. He’d been trying to do better, but he’d seen his future.
So hey, if he wasn’t going to die young, he might as well die fun. He wasn’t back on the junk - he’d thought about it, sure, but hadn’t felt good about it - but he was drunk. Drunk and sitting on Caleb’s porch, his back leaning against a porch post, one leg spread straight at the top of the stairs and propped up on the stair under him, one hand wrapped around the neck of a whiskey bottle, a cigarette held between his fingers. Drunk, sitting on Caleb’s porch, and singing. Loudly.
“I’ve designed the Sears Tower, I make two grand an hour / I cook the world’s best duck flambe! I’ll take the pick of the litter, girls jockey for me / I don’t need these lines to get laid,” he sang, off-key, and then burst into the chorus.
Hanna was busy with her internship which mean Caleb (and Techno) had the place to themselves. So of course Caleb was spending that time playing video games. In the middle of shooting some zombies when Techno’s ears perked up and he barked a few times going over to the door. Caleb paused the game heard what Techno was hearing, singing. Who the hell? The voice sounded oddly familiar too.
Getting up from the couch he headed over tot he front door and opened it only to find Katou on his porch. “Well thank you for the private concert,” Caleb smirked standing in the door frame, Techno at his side tail wagging.
Katou grinned widely when the door opened, and he drunkenly hopped to his feet, going forward to wrap one of his arms around Caleb’s shoulders. “‘Bout time,” he scolded his friend. “I’ve been out here for hours.” An exaggeration. He’d been drunkenly singing for maybe a few minutes.
“Glad you enjoyed it though. You can pay me for the serenading by getting shitfaced with me,” he said, holding the bottle in front of Caleb.
“Don’t know how I missed you when I got home from work,” Caleb replied sarcastically.
“Come on in,” he said stepping back from the door to let Katou inside. He had no intention of getting shitfaced. Caleb had given that up awhile ago. Now he just stuck to a few beers here and there. But he also wasn’t about to send Katou away. Not only was he too drunk for that, Caleb also had a damn good feeling that something was up.
Katou stumbled through the door, after first stumbling, hard, into the doorframe. “Why the fuck is your door so small?” Katou grumbled angrily. “Y’should really think ‘bout expanding that. S’not like I’m fat or anything.”
“I’ll look into that,” Caleb replied unable to keep the smirk off his face. “Just how much have you had already?” he added a bit more seriously as he went to help Katou navigate his way into the condo.
“Not that much,” Katou assured Caleb. “Only that many.” He held up the 26 oz bottle of whiskey, now nearly two-thirds empty. He flopped heavily onto the couch.
Caleb was a bit tempted to take the bottle away from him. But that felt like a dad move or some shit. He was Katou’s friend, not his father. “I’d like to know your definition of much,” he quipped instead plopping down on a chair. “So what’s up?”
Caleb didn’t need to take the bottle away, because Katou was already offering it to him. “C’mon, drink up bud,” Katou said, giving the bottle a couple of inviting bounces. He had no problem getting drunk by himself, but it was always more fun to have someone else.
“Not a lot,” Katou said, not quite meeting Caleb’s gaze. “Just thought I’d come hang. You ain’t busy or nuttin’, is you?”
“Nah,” Caleb replied honestly. “I was just playing some Resident Evil,” he shrugged. “But I’m not buying the ‘not a lot.’”
Katou’s usual shiteating grin fell, and for a moment Katou’s face was devoid of emotion. He pulled back his offering of whiskey and took a long pull from the bottle, then flung himself onto his back on the couch, kicking up his legs so they were leaning up against the back of the couch. His grin wasn’t back, but he’d managed to fix his expression into one that was nearly carefree.
“It’s seriously nothing,” Katou said. “I kinda ran into someone I didn’t wanna see, but it ain’t like I’m ever going to see him again so it’s no big.”
“Who?” Caleb asked his curiosity getting the better of him. Although he did get it. There are plenty of people from his past that he would rather never see again either.
“My uh…” he cleared his throat. He wasn’t even sure how to describe this, especially given that Caleb didn’t know about Katou’s fucked up family life. Katou wasn’t even sure if Caleb even knew that his father - the one who raised him - was dead. “There’s this dude who fucked my mom like, twenty years ago or something, and I think I saw him,” he said, shrugging. He thought it might have been more than that, given the photo of the man’s spindly little arms wrapped around his mother’s shoulders. The photo she’d kept tucked away in a drawer, even though he knew his father would have kicked the shit out of her if he’d ever found it, but, well, he didn’t want to think about that.
“Your biological dad.” Caleb clarified. Because well, just because the guy fucked his mom didn’t necessarily make him Katou’s father. Caleb just had no idea why else Katou would really care. Part of Caleb could relate. He had no desire to see either of his own biological parents. Well his mom at least. Part of him still wondered if his dad even knew he existed. “You talk to him?”
“Yeah,” Katou muttered, confirming that it was his biological father. “But no, didn’t talk to him. Dude was drunk enough that he probably wouldn’t have known it if I’d run him right through. Besides, I doubt he even knows I exist.”
“I know what you mean,” but this wasn’t about Caleb’s father. He was just trying to let Katou know he at least understood that part, given he had no idea if his dad knew about him either. “How did you know it was him?”
“I seen a picture of him once when I was a kid,” Katou said. “Besides,” he ran his hand over his face, and when it pulled away, the skin melting into his hand, he was different. He looked the same - the same eyes, the same lips, the same pale colouring - but his hair was short and black and he looked about twenty years older. “He looks just like me, don’t he?” His voice was amused, almost laughing, though it was also a touch hysterical.
“You do know that’s freaky right?” Sure Caleb had seen Katou look like someone else before. Namely himself or Original!Caleb. But watching the transformation was just weird. “If that’s what he is supposed to look like, then yeah there’s some resemblance.”
“S’why I do it that way,” Katou said, his voice just a little too cheery as he shifted back to his normal face, no skin peeling required. “And he was drunk as a skunk too. Like father like son, eh?”
“How nice of you,” Caleb commented with a smirk. He was trying his best to lighten the mood. Talking about bio dads wasn’t exactly his strong suit. “Well, at least you know where you got it from?” He paused for a brief moment. “But maybe you should slow down a bit,” he shrugged, saying it as casually as he could. Caleb knew what it was like from experience and he wasn’t the hugest fan when someone told him to slow down either.
Yeah, Katou knew where he got a lot of his personality flaws from, and he frowned. If it wasn’t one of his dads, it was the other. “You think?” Katou asked, looking a little blearily at his bottle. “I was just getting started. Live fast and all that.”
“How about we just order a pizza and play some video games instead?” Caleb suggested. “You can take your anger out on the zombies.”
“That sounds fucking great,” Katou admitted, reaching for one of the controllers. His fathers were one of his least favourite subject, and he was more than willing to stop talking about it. Especially if it required killing zombies.