Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"Dammit." the boy said, pissed off at his robot. No matter how hard he tried, he wasn't getting the cannon to work. It required a specific and rare substance, a substance which had unfortunately been lost to the ages centuries ago. Daisuke sighed, taking his glasses off. He had been busy ever since he had left Elfen High a few months before, working on his various inventions.
But where was the lost emerald? This was a pain. He could prove quite a bit about robotics and technology if he found it...
Suddenly, there was a knock on his door. Daisuke sighed and rolled toward the door. "Open." he ordered the robotic door, which did. Minh stood in the door, to a stunned Daisuke's surprise.
"Dad?" he asked, surprised at the visit. "What are you doing here? Don't you have work?"
"I can afford to skip one day, Daisy." his father said, ruffling his son's hair and walking inside the house. "Nice place you have, son. You bought it yourself?"
"With my own money, yeah." Daisuke said, rolling in after his father, who had sat down on a revolving chair. "So, why did you come by-"
"It's Christmas, kid." Minh laughed. "Can't a family get together Christmas Day?"
"But...you usually haven't." Daisuke said, his tone almost accusing.
Minh sighed, his face turning sad. "Yeah. I usually haven't. And my own dad never visited me on Christmas Day either." He turned around in the chair and looked out at New York. "What a view."
"Best seats in the house." Daisuke quipped.
"God...feels like years since I just...sat down." Minh sighed.
"Maybe you have earned a rest." Daisuke told his father, his tone softening.
"Do you ever wonder, Dai, how our lives would have been different if...if we had just been normal people? A normal family? If I had no Elfen High to worry on?"
"Then there would be no world to enjoy it in, dad. You've saved it a few times."
"I lost my own family when I was young, Dai. But we...I'm sorry. We've never been one. But I want to try it now. Maybe I wouldn't be too good as a dad..."
"No." Daisuke said to his father firmly. "You are a great dad. Think of me. I can go and tell people my dad saved the world. He works for Crowley himself. He's fought everything. He's a hero. You're a hero."
Minh laughed. "Maybe. Maybe I am. And I see you need something, Dai." he said, revealing a completely black stone in his hand.
"You found the Lost Emerald?" Daisuke exclaimed. "How? It's, well, lost!"
"I was in Ancient Egypt a while ago." Minh laughed. "And I knew you needed it. I have a friend who knows when you're sleeping, knows when you're awake."
"What, are you serious, is it really-"
"What? No, not Santa. I meant Crowley." Minh stood. "Son, I haven't been a good dad. My own dad wasn't a good dad and his dad likely wasn't either. But let's break that cycle." he held his son close to him. "I'll be a good dad to you. Then you'll be a good dad to your kids."
Daisuke chuckled. "Maybe I'm not fit for that. I'd rather have my machines."
"Nonsense. You'd be a great dad when you grow up. And you're already the best son anyone could ask for. Picture how proud your kids would be to say you're their father. You, Daisuke, are a smart and decent boy. And I love you." he hugged his son closely. He had left before. But nothing would take him away from this hug.
"Merry Christmas, Dai. Merry Christmas."
Awww that's making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
