The remnants of a nightmare were ripped away as the sound of shattering glass and muffled curses roused the slumbering youth, sitting bolt upright, limbs trapped in a cocoon of blankets and sheets. As his sleep deprived mind began to waken, the tension in his body relaxed. His father was awake, and probably horribly hung over. That was all. Wriggling, Kazuya managed to free his arms from their soft cage, feeling around on the floor for the small watch he always wore. Bringing it up to the light filtering in from the window, the young man sighed at the time. It didn't really seem worth it to try and go back to sleep now. Besides, he should probably figure out what his father had broken.
Forcing his tired body to stand, he gingerly picked his way through the bottles lining the hallway, finding that the man had moved away from the living room, stumbling around in the kitchen. The floor was covered in a sticky, brown liquid, probably more beer, the remains of a broken bottle laying in the puddle. His father, seemingly uncaring of the mess he had made, was rummaging through the fridge, muttering under his breath. Tentatively, Kazuya moved into the kitchen, careful not to step on the glass, twisting the hem of his shirt in his hands. "I-Is everything ok, dad?"
The man flinched, pulling himself slowly out of the fridge. His face was dirty, hair greasy and falling into his face. There were dark circles under his eyes, which were so bloodshot they seemed entirely red. Kazuya felt a lump rise in his throat as his father forced a small smile for him, fake and plastic. "Yeah… just dropped my bottle, is all." Turning away again, he continued his search. An awkward silence filled the room, Kazuya watching with more and more trepidation as his father began to show agitation. Obviously, whatever he was looking for, he wasn't finding. It came to a point where he couldn't stand the silence, stepping closer.
"Can I make you something to eat? You haven't eaten since yesterday."
"I'm fine. I just need a drink."
Of course he was looking for beer. What else would bring him out of the living room? Wanting to distract the man away from his search, maybe keep him away long enough to sober up, Kazuya tried again.
"You need to eat something, dad. Come on," he reached forward, gently grabbing his father's arm. "Let me cook something for you. I'll make sure it's really tasty."
With a harsh growl, his father whirled on him, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him back up against the counter. "Dammit, I don't want to eat! I NEED a drink! Why don't you do something useful and get me one!?" The young man stared wide eyed back at his father, lips pressed tight together to keep the fear from spilling out. It must have shone through his eyes though, as the man's hold lessened, realization dawning on his face. "Oh… I-I'm sorry… Kazu-kun, I'm sorry…" As soon as his hands were off of his shoulders, Kazuya bolted from the kitchen, heading back down the hall. He could hear his father begin to sob, guilt stabbing into his stomach, but he couldn't go back there. Not yet.
Grabbing a clean towel from the hall closet, sending a spider scurrying for cover, he ducked into the bathroom. Pulling off his sleeping clothes, the red head stepped into the shower and turning on the water, sucking in a breath as the icy water hit his skin. It didn't matter which knob he turned, the water would be freezing. His shower was quick, getting out of the frigid water as quick as he could, wrapping the towel around himself. It was a quick dash back into his room, the door clicking closed behind him. He stood their, cold and wet, lost in his own thoughts for a long moment before he moved to dry himself, grabbing his school uniform from the folded piles of clothes.
He emerged from his room, clean and dressed, a cheery smile on his face. There had been a hiccup this morning, sure, but his father had apologized. That was a good sign. The rest of the day would follow suite. His father was back in the living room, sitting back in his chair, a beer in hand. He didn't look up from the T.V., letting Kazuya walk by him without so much as a nod. The kitchen was still a mess, glass and beer spilled on the floor. He began to sweep up the glass, but the spill would have to wait. If he didn't get something to eat now and make a lunch, he wasn't going to be eating at school. Bringing out a small container, he made a batch of rice. Plane white, as flavourings cost too much, but that was ok. He liked rice. He set aside the left over rice. Maybe his dad would eat it later, since it was made. For now, he'd be ok with some toast.
With a piece of toast clasped between his teeth, Kazuya brought his lunch out to pack away. His father finally looked up from the T.V., face sullen. "You're leaving?"
"School starts today. I'll be home later tonight." Satisfied, his father turned away, leaving Kazuya to let himself out of the house.
It was a long walk to school, more kids joining him on the trek as they grew closer to the school. A few girls came over to talk to him, people he had known from last year. He supposed he could call them friends. The talk was pleasant enough, though largely excluded him. It didn't matter much, he had nothing to add. Well, not until it turned to him, anyway.
"So, Kazu-kun! You work down right near the riots, yeah?" Bringing his eyes up from the ground, a blush spread across his cheeks to see them all looking to him.
"Y-Yeah, I do."
"Aren't you scared? I heard the riots are getting violent!"
"I heard they tried to break into a store! It wasn't your's, was it?"
"You should quit your job until things get safer for you. You stand out too much with your red hair."
Kazuya simply smiled and nodded, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. Hopefully the conversation would change away from him soon. He'd rather not be a tomato when he got to class.