A Normal Day in the Otonari Household
Shion, the Ultimate DJ, hears some noise while he is making a new song, so he gets up to see what it is. Once he finds out, his annoyance grows
Author's Notes
This is a small thing I wrote to get a handle on Shion's personality and his relationship with his father. It doesn't have a particularly deep story, but it is a short read.
It was a cold winter night. Shion was in his room doing what he usually does: making a new song. The lights were off in his room, and the white light of his computer was illuminating his yellow eyes. He gave the song one more listen, frowning. It wasn't good enough. He had tweaked it several times, but it still wasn't good enough. It was probably his perfectionist streak, he knew that, but he was rarely if ever satisfied with his music. All of it sounded bad to him, never quite good enough, always at the border between something passable and something you would love to listen too. He sighed, playing it again, hoping against all hope that this time it would be good.
However, that plan got interrupted. He heard loud screaming, and the telltale noise of a chainsaw. The sound was faint, barely audible to most people, but his sensitive ears would always pick up on them. That was both a blessing, and a curse.
He took off his headphones, his sharp nails clacking against the plastic as he set them down in his table. As he stared at the clock, he groaned. 3:26, huh, and he was still up doing this. He sighed, defeated, and walked out of his room.
The house was silent, and freezing cold. Since it was so late, the general heating had been turned off, something his father insisted on to lower the electricity bills, which were getting to be more and more expensive. He had asked why he didn't just stop with his experiments, but his dad simply said that it was something too important to be stopped. Shion shivered, and pulled up his jacket to cover his exposed shoulder. His tank top was doing a terrible job of keeping him warm. Now, why was he wearing a tank top in winter, that's something he didn't know. He supposed he was simply too used to it to change.
Shion started walking down the stairs, hugging himself to keep him warm. The house was pitch black, but he knew where everything was located. It never changed, after all. His father is a person of traditions who likes to do the same thing over and over, and at this point Shion had started to think that maybe he was kinda like that too.
The closer he got to the basement door, the louder the screams and the noise got, though to be fair they were still rather faint. He sighed, tired, as he opened the door, the metal of the door handle cold to the touch.
The light hit him in the face, so he quickly covered his eyes with his arm, letting his shoulder be exposed again. Damn this ill-fitting jacket and it's cool pattern. After a bit, he lowered his arm, taking a look at the room. It was fully lit up, and it consisted of a desk covered in papers (rather disorganized, by the way), a few closets filled with medical equipment, and a few barrels filled with liquid. There were also a few doors., which lacked labels and were closed at all times. Except for one, which currently was slightly open. The noise was coming from there.
Upon discovering this, Shion was annoyed. So he had forgotten to close it again, huh. He walked forward, and walked in the room. It was blindingly white, several lights around the room. There was also a computer in the corner, connected to several cameras and microphones. There was a small table to one side, covered in knives, saws, syringes, scalpels and other sharp objects. At the center of the room was a white hospital bed, on top of which lied a man. He was screaming, as a tall man wearing a lab coat was cutting open his chest with a chainsaw. Blood covered the white sheets of the bed and part of the floor.
"Dad. You left the door open. Again." Shion was groaning. It wasn't even the first time he had done this. The whole room is soundproof so he normally doesn't hear this, but he tends to forget to close it way too much for his own good. He is damn lucky they live atop a hill with no close neighbors, or else he would have been busted.
"Ah, sorry, rascal. I'll get to that in a sec!" The man in the lab coat said in a cheery voice. Shion just stared at him, exasperated, though he was trying to avoid looking at the soon-to-be corpse. While yes, he had witnessed his dad hurt others and the results of these things, and by this point he was pretty much numb to it, he still didn't particularly like blood, gore, and all those things. There was a reason why he decided to be a DJ and not a doctor.
"Ugh, whatever. Just remember to close it next time." Was all he said, before coming out and closing the door. As soon as he came out, the screams of the man could be heard again, though exceedingly faint this time. This was his father, Yasu Otonari, former Ultimate Doctor. Most people perceived him as a friendly family man focused on finding cures to seemingly incurable diseases, helping people out and working for free, but Shion was the only person who knew what his dad truly did. At first he had been quite scared, but after all these years, he had just assumed it was normal.
He started to go back up the stairs, trying to ignore his thoughts, those that told him that his dad was dangerous. Those that told him that he would do the same thing to him.
With a sigh, he then sat down at his computer, ready to ignore the world once more.