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Reposted from DA: Rene stands up to his dad.
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As his father's planned moving date drew closer and closer, René felt frustrated and angry and prone to lashing out. The pain of telling friends that he was leaving—Possibly forever, was too much to endure having to go through again and again and again. Even telling them en masse, as he'd done at Jenn's party was no better.
The people he'd hurt—Nicole, Maggie, Faith, Floritt and the others—his fists clenched. “No,” he thought. “The people my FATHER hurt!” His pace quickened as he came home from a day of just strolling through the city, trying to remember everything before he left. René's face screwed up into a snarl and by the time he slammed the door to his house—for the next week or so—open, he was blood boiling furious.
Tromping upstairs René decided to do as Tessa, Nikki, Penny, Skylar, Sam and his other more—straightforward—friends suggested he do: take the fight to his dad. He marched down the hall to his father's study/office. Forgoing knocking on the door and hoping that catching his father off guard might help—René simply walked in the door and closed it behind him again before his father could say a word. “We need to talk.” René said, starting out simply; his voice remarkably even and cool—despite the fury he was feeling.
Robert though didn't even deign to turn around. “I've told you before Reynard, never disturb me while I'm working.” He paused before adding with a dig, “You should be packing in any event.”
“That's what I came to say.” René announced, stepping forward. “I'm not going anywhere.”
“...been saying that for years.” Robert muttered. “Just do as your told and get packing. I want you as far away from that school, those deviant excuses for students, and that nido slut you've been seeing.”
His fists clenching as he mentally imagined wrapping his fingers around his throat, René ground out. “Whatever you think you'll be able to accomplish for me by ripping me away from everything and everyone I care about--” he couldn't resist his own slight dig, making it clear that everyone he cared about was here in Viridian, not his dad who would be coming with him. “--it won't work.” René finished. “All it'll do is cost us both time, energy, resources, and make us even more miserable than we presently are.”
Finally Robert turned around. “ I would consider the inconvenience and the expenses worth it to see you in a proper school learning how to be a real mon...letting you attend that battle academy was a waste of time. You never learned any leadership skills nor even managed to grow a pair.” He snorted derisively.
If looks could kill, Robert would make a ghost-type look lively. René managed to only squeeze out: “That is grossly unfair. I've been making a lot of progress! All my tutors and coaches say—”
“--Nothing that I would care about! The words of some pea-brained smelly Neanderthals mean nothing to me. I wanted you to learn how to think, how to survive and even thrive in a social environment and develop the skills needed to lead—” By this he meant how to wheel and deal, like and cheat, plot and scheme and manipulate and basically become as amoral and callous as Robert was. Even worse, Robert delighted in what he did. He liked feeling smarter, cleverer, and superior to everyone by crushing the them. It wasn't just business with him. Cruelty and greed...THAT was his business.
“You can't honestly expect that I'll ever let myself be molded into something I'm not.” René retorted, his temper bubbling below the surface. “If only out of spite for this!” His eyes narrowed as an idea struck him. “--and if you want to send me to the schools in YOUR old stomping grounds then you may want to think about what impact it'll have on you to have someone like ME there?” He snorted. “I had no idea that you were so proud of me that you wanted everyone back in Johto to get to know me—the REAL me!”
That shot rang home as Robert's eyes narrowed. René's...nature was obviously not something he wanted circulated around. He'd had the devil's own time making sure that whatever media coverage came his—or more frequently, his comatose wife's way—mentioned René only in passing, if at all. Reporters he could suborn...but it was always a danger especially since the fool kit never hid what he was. But to bring René to Robert's old home...that could bite him in the tails. All six of them. He did nothing to let René know that the hit had landed however. “There are always institutions...very private and exclusive ones...where I could shut you away until no one remembers that you even exist.” He hissed.
But René was past backing down at this point. “Oh yeah? And how will the press respond to you leaving mom here in Viridian while you scurry back to Johto?” He said scorchingly.
Robert stood there, palms flat on the desk, glaring over his glasses at the boy, at the excuse of a boy, sneering slowly as he looked at him, eye to eye, and spoke every word with exceptional pronunciation, making sure René felt the sting of every word, "She, is nothing! She's a corpse! Lying there feeding off of my money every day: a dead husk! She. Is. NOTHING!"
"Don't you say that..." René spoke in slow, whispered words, as smoke already began to wisp out of his mouth, fiery rage building within him, as every strand of fur began to stand on end. "Don't you DARE say that about Mom!!"
Robert belatedly realized he might have gone too far...René's fists clenched so tight that his knuckles whitened. His vision seemed to blur out as he could picturing nothing but a torrent of flame engulfing his father's face as his fists wrapped themselves around his throat....it was SO tempting....All conscious thought ceased for what seemed like an absolute age. Then, all of a sudden; a stray memory flashed in front of his eyes.
René let out a chuckle. Then if was a soft laugh. Then he was laughing, long and loud. It wasn't pleasant sounding. Robert started to wonder if he had finally pushed his son over the edge.
“She was right....” René said to himself, remembering what Nikki had told him months ago. “You ARE afraid of me...” Robert looked confused, for the first time during this conversation he wasn't in control.
“Afraid? Of YOU?” He scoffed. “Don't be ridiculous.”
René leaned forward like a sharpedo smelling blood. “Let's cut the condescension and the loathing for a minute. Shut it,” He said, cutting his father off with a gesture before he could get a word in. “Interrupt me again and you'll be eating mush through a straw for the rest of your life. After what you said about mom there's not a court in the world that would convict me.” Just as abruptly he went back on track. “Now, after all the time, trouble, energy, money, butt-kissing, backstabbing, and scheming it took you to build up your little 'empire' of business, I assume you're going to not want it to simply collapse as soon as you drop dead like a decent mon. That means you need an heir.
“But with mom in a coma, I'm your only offspring...legitimate offspring, I should say because I know you've probably sired a bastard or two...and cast them and their mother's aside when you were through.” René glared. He'd actually walked in on his dad with his secretary when he was ten. The secretary was fired not long afterwards. His father actually went through a series of them. “So, I'M the only one you can pass you're holdings onto. You can't admit to having another child and you can't divorce mom because the public relations blowback would ruin you....I'd see to that.”
René glared at his father. “So let's come down to it. I'M your legacy. I'M going to be the only lasting mark you leave on the world...the only positive one anyway. So basically? I'M your one chance at having SOME part of you live on—no matter how repulsive the idea may be to both of us—after you're crowfood.” He paused. “So ask yourself...how do you want to be remembered? Do you want your precious business to survive? Imagine how both will be end up if you insist on treating me like crap.”
“So what's it going to be?”
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As his father's planned moving date drew closer and closer, René felt frustrated and angry and prone to lashing out. The pain of telling friends that he was leaving—Possibly forever, was too much to endure having to go through again and again and again. Even telling them en masse, as he'd done at Jenn's party was no better.
The people he'd hurt—Nicole, Maggie, Faith, Floritt and the others—his fists clenched. “No,” he thought. “The people my FATHER hurt!” His pace quickened as he came home from a day of just strolling through the city, trying to remember everything before he left. René's face screwed up into a snarl and by the time he slammed the door to his house—for the next week or so—open, he was blood boiling furious.
Tromping upstairs René decided to do as Tessa, Nikki, Penny, Skylar, Sam and his other more—straightforward—friends suggested he do: take the fight to his dad. He marched down the hall to his father's study/office. Forgoing knocking on the door and hoping that catching his father off guard might help—René simply walked in the door and closed it behind him again before his father could say a word. “We need to talk.” René said, starting out simply; his voice remarkably even and cool—despite the fury he was feeling.
Robert though didn't even deign to turn around. “I've told you before Reynard, never disturb me while I'm working.” He paused before adding with a dig, “You should be packing in any event.”
“That's what I came to say.” René announced, stepping forward. “I'm not going anywhere.”
“...been saying that for years.” Robert muttered. “Just do as your told and get packing. I want you as far away from that school, those deviant excuses for students, and that nido slut you've been seeing.”
His fists clenching as he mentally imagined wrapping his fingers around his throat, René ground out. “Whatever you think you'll be able to accomplish for me by ripping me away from everything and everyone I care about--” he couldn't resist his own slight dig, making it clear that everyone he cared about was here in Viridian, not his dad who would be coming with him. “--it won't work.” René finished. “All it'll do is cost us both time, energy, resources, and make us even more miserable than we presently are.”
Finally Robert turned around. “ I would consider the inconvenience and the expenses worth it to see you in a proper school learning how to be a real mon...letting you attend that battle academy was a waste of time. You never learned any leadership skills nor even managed to grow a pair.” He snorted derisively.
If looks could kill, Robert would make a ghost-type look lively. René managed to only squeeze out: “That is grossly unfair. I've been making a lot of progress! All my tutors and coaches say—”
“--Nothing that I would care about! The words of some pea-brained smelly Neanderthals mean nothing to me. I wanted you to learn how to think, how to survive and even thrive in a social environment and develop the skills needed to lead—” By this he meant how to wheel and deal, like and cheat, plot and scheme and manipulate and basically become as amoral and callous as Robert was. Even worse, Robert delighted in what he did. He liked feeling smarter, cleverer, and superior to everyone by crushing the them. It wasn't just business with him. Cruelty and greed...THAT was his business.
“You can't honestly expect that I'll ever let myself be molded into something I'm not.” René retorted, his temper bubbling below the surface. “If only out of spite for this!” His eyes narrowed as an idea struck him. “--and if you want to send me to the schools in YOUR old stomping grounds then you may want to think about what impact it'll have on you to have someone like ME there?” He snorted. “I had no idea that you were so proud of me that you wanted everyone back in Johto to get to know me—the REAL me!”
That shot rang home as Robert's eyes narrowed. René's...nature was obviously not something he wanted circulated around. He'd had the devil's own time making sure that whatever media coverage came his—or more frequently, his comatose wife's way—mentioned René only in passing, if at all. Reporters he could suborn...but it was always a danger especially since the fool kit never hid what he was. But to bring René to Robert's old home...that could bite him in the tails. All six of them. He did nothing to let René know that the hit had landed however. “There are always institutions...very private and exclusive ones...where I could shut you away until no one remembers that you even exist.” He hissed.
But René was past backing down at this point. “Oh yeah? And how will the press respond to you leaving mom here in Viridian while you scurry back to Johto?” He said scorchingly.
Robert stood there, palms flat on the desk, glaring over his glasses at the boy, at the excuse of a boy, sneering slowly as he looked at him, eye to eye, and spoke every word with exceptional pronunciation, making sure René felt the sting of every word, "She, is nothing! She's a corpse! Lying there feeding off of my money every day: a dead husk! She. Is. NOTHING!"
"Don't you say that..." René spoke in slow, whispered words, as smoke already began to wisp out of his mouth, fiery rage building within him, as every strand of fur began to stand on end. "Don't you DARE say that about Mom!!"
Robert belatedly realized he might have gone too far...René's fists clenched so tight that his knuckles whitened. His vision seemed to blur out as he could picturing nothing but a torrent of flame engulfing his father's face as his fists wrapped themselves around his throat....it was SO tempting....All conscious thought ceased for what seemed like an absolute age. Then, all of a sudden; a stray memory flashed in front of his eyes.
René let out a chuckle. Then if was a soft laugh. Then he was laughing, long and loud. It wasn't pleasant sounding. Robert started to wonder if he had finally pushed his son over the edge.
“She was right....” René said to himself, remembering what Nikki had told him months ago. “You ARE afraid of me...” Robert looked confused, for the first time during this conversation he wasn't in control.
“Afraid? Of YOU?” He scoffed. “Don't be ridiculous.”
René leaned forward like a sharpedo smelling blood. “Let's cut the condescension and the loathing for a minute. Shut it,” He said, cutting his father off with a gesture before he could get a word in. “Interrupt me again and you'll be eating mush through a straw for the rest of your life. After what you said about mom there's not a court in the world that would convict me.” Just as abruptly he went back on track. “Now, after all the time, trouble, energy, money, butt-kissing, backstabbing, and scheming it took you to build up your little 'empire' of business, I assume you're going to not want it to simply collapse as soon as you drop dead like a decent mon. That means you need an heir.
“But with mom in a coma, I'm your only offspring...legitimate offspring, I should say because I know you've probably sired a bastard or two...and cast them and their mother's aside when you were through.” René glared. He'd actually walked in on his dad with his secretary when he was ten. The secretary was fired not long afterwards. His father actually went through a series of them. “So, I'M the only one you can pass you're holdings onto. You can't admit to having another child and you can't divorce mom because the public relations blowback would ruin you....I'd see to that.”
René glared at his father. “So let's come down to it. I'M your legacy. I'M going to be the only lasting mark you leave on the world...the only positive one anyway. So basically? I'M your one chance at having SOME part of you live on—no matter how repulsive the idea may be to both of us—after you're crowfood.” He paused. “So ask yourself...how do you want to be remembered? Do you want your precious business to survive? Imagine how both will be end up if you insist on treating me like crap.”
“So what's it going to be?”
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