Chapter 8: Thinking
Chapter Summary:
Akanishi Kazumi thinks about her growing up and her parents.
She realised that maybe her name was not that simple after all.
Jin talks about his views on love, and a photoshoot that he had with Kame.
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My eyes felt a little strained. I stretched out to turn off the lamp; the moonbeam became the only source of light in the room.
I tried to digest everything in my mind.
I could never interpret Papa from Mama’s point of view. I would never know what kind of charm Papa had on Mama, to the extent that she was willing to give up everything for him. I would never know how the jaded boy by the Santa Monica beach evolved into the mature man today.
But I’m certain about one thing. Mama’s love for him.
The workload of a popular Johnny’s artiste was unimaginable. When I was 5, Papa reached the peak of his showbiz career. Albums, dramas, variety shows, movies… all had his fair share in them. In exchange for all these fame and popularity was an endlessly hectic life. It was normal not to see him for a week.
There was a period of time that I often asked Mama, “When is Papa coming home?”
She would carry me to the living room and watch Papa’s shows as we waited for his return. Or at least, till I fell asleep.
My parents didn’t mention about their past very much. What I could do was to rely on video clips and pieces of information from the internet and try to piece them together.
Gentle exchanges, understanding towards each other, hugs…
To me, those actions seemed to be the perfect example of the perfect love.
Although Papa was a cheerful person, he was quite reserved when came to expressing his feelings. Other than work requirements, he rarely had any temperamental outbursts or mood swings.
However, the other side of him in the journal and photos mystified me.
That youthful and childish way of speaking was foreign to me. I had never seen that kind of genuine and bright smile too. I could feel it clearly, that side of Papa was very different from the matured and mellow person that I knew of.
But the person that mystified me the most was Kamenashi, affectionately known as “Kazumi” by Papa and Pi.
I knew of his importance to Papa since I was a child. If he wasn’t important, Papa wouldn’t have stared at the television and cried in the middle of the night. If he wasn’t important, Papa wouldn’t have left his soaring career behind just to search for him at the opposite coast of the Pacific Ocean.
I've always assumed that Kamenashi was merely an important buddy that Papa lost contact with for many years, and he didn't want to be reminded about sad things.
I’m tired but I couldn’t get to sleep. Images of Kamenashi and Papa as best of friends flashed across my mind repeatedly. But the air of intimacy that surrounded them in the old journal made me insecure and thought twice about their friendship.
Papa’s faith and hopes on me was also because of him?
But to give a person such an affectionate name… Papa must have loved him, right?
My gut feeling agreed with me.
But… Kamenashi is a guy.
Chapter 8: Thinking
Chapter Summary:
Akanishi Kazumi thinks about her growing up and her parents.
She realised that maybe her name was not that simple after all.
Jin talks about his views on love, and a photoshoot that he had with Kame.
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My eyes felt a little strained. I stretched out to turn off the lamp; the moonbeam became the only source of light in the room.
I tried to digest everything in my mind.
I could never interpret Papa from Mama’s point of view. I would never know what kind of charm Papa had on Mama, to the extent that she was willing to give up everything for him. I would never know how the jaded boy by the Santa Monica beach evolved into the mature man today.
But I’m certain about one thing. Mama’s love for him.
The workload of a popular Johnny’s artiste was unimaginable. When I was 5, Papa reached the peak of his showbiz career. Albums, dramas, variety shows, movies… all had his fair share in them. In exchange for all these fame and popularity was an endlessly hectic life. It was normal not to see him for a week.
There was a period of time that I often asked Mama, “When is Papa coming home?”
She would carry me to the living room and watch Papa’s shows as we waited for his return. Or at least, till I fell asleep.
My parents didn’t mention about their past very much. What I could do was to rely on video clips and pieces of information from the internet and try to piece them together.
Gentle exchanges, understanding towards each other, hugs…
To me, those actions seemed to be the perfect example of the perfect love.
Although Papa was a cheerful person, he was quite reserved when came to expressing his feelings. Other than work requirements, he rarely had any temperamental outbursts or mood swings.
However, the other side of him in the journal and photos mystified me.
That youthful and childish way of speaking was foreign to me. I had never seen that kind of genuine and bright smile too. I could feel it clearly, that side of Papa was very different from the matured and mellow person that I knew of.
But the person that mystified me the most was Kamenashi, affectionately known as “Kazumi” by Papa and Pi.
I knew of his importance to Papa since I was a child. If he wasn’t important, Papa wouldn’t have stared at the television and cried in the middle of the night. If he wasn’t important, Papa wouldn’t have left his soaring career behind just to search for him at the opposite coast of the Pacific Ocean.
I've always assumed that Kamenashi was merely an important buddy that Papa lost contact with for many years, and he didn't want to be reminded about sad things.
I’m tired but I couldn’t get to sleep. Images of Kamenashi and Papa as best of friends flashed across my mind repeatedly. But the air of intimacy that surrounded them in the old journal made me insecure and thought twice about their friendship.
Papa’s faith and hopes on me was also because of him?
But to give a person such an affectionate name… Papa must have loved him, right?
My gut feeling agreed with me.
But… Kamenashi is a guy.
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