The fall of icarus

NO LEMON IN THIS CHAPPIE.
NOTES FOR CHAPPIE: Ryou’s dad has not idea about Cinetti’s hypocrisy. 
He thinks Cinetti is a perfect father.  He wants to be like Cinetti and
slowly he will. 
 
Digi: I actually didn’t know who to feel sorry for this time.  I felt
bad for all involved, actually.  The tables will turn. Promise.
Ssjgoddesschico: Yeah, I know. Poor Bakura and Ryou.
Sailor Isis: As I said to Digi, I feel sorry for all involved. It’ll be
interesting to see which reviewers sympathize with who.
Bakura’s Baby: Thankies for the review.
Stupid kid 4 and blah: Thanks for the review!!  I’m glad you like this
story.
 
 
I have no Son
            I couldn’t
believe what I saw last night.  All the hope I had for my son…gone. 
This wasn’t…normal and I wanted a normal child.  Was he born this
way?  Was it because he stayed with his other while I was out in decaying
ruins?  This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be!  In the morning, I
once again peaked my head into my son’s room.  Maybe it was all a sick
dream.  My son and his….lover were naked holding on to each other, their
legs entwined, Bakura’s head resting peacefully on Ryou’s head.  ‘Man shall
not lay with man’ I was always taught.  I shut the door to cope with the
sudden change.  I decided to take a walk to clear my head.
            What would
his mother think?  The child she raised, that she loved…that she died to
protect from a thief…was gay!  She died to protect my gay son?  He was
only a baby!  I lost my wife, the person closest to me because of my son.
My son.  He’s not my son!  My son wouldn’t sleep with another
man.  It was because of him….that she was taken and I can’t help but
wish—the thief took my son instead.  I never thought I would say such a
despicable thing!
 
***Flashback***
            The baby
Ryou held his little toy bear crying as his aunt carried him to his
father.  The baby was crying clasping tightly onto her.  “Steven,
little Ryou won’t settle down.”  The father took the crying baby in his
arms.
“The police aren’t going to be able to solve this easily.  Ryou is the
only witness.”
What two year old could describe a murderer?
“Mommy!  I want my mommy!” the child cried over and over gripping onto
his father. 
“It’s only us, Ryou.  Mommy is….asleep.”  A wail from the child
ripped through the living room as the ambulance arrived to take the “sleeping”
mother away.
***
 
            I walked
down the street reliving my horrific discovery of the night before.  How
could my son do this to me?  Does he know how this will affect him or his
future?  What about me?  The father of “the gay boy.”  With one
minute, he ruined all I’ve hoped he would be.
“Steven!”
I turned around to see my friend.  Cinetti isn’t a bad man.  He
loves his wife and kids (Ryou’s dad doesn’t know about Cinetti’s
hypocrisy)  and he is a model father.   I wish I could be a
father like him.
“Steven, we’ve gotta talk about your boy.”
I shook my head and covered my ears.  “I don’t want to talk about
him.  I have no son anymore.”
“I mean your son, Ryou.  You need to whip that boy into shape.  I
think he’s turning fruity on us.”
“What do you mean?”  I asked.  Don’t tell me he did this in public,
too!
“I caught him holding another boy’s hand the other day.”
“Holding Hands!  That little bastard!”
Tom looked at me and crossed his arms.  “You look shaken to say the
least.”
“I just saw my life end about six hours ago.”
“What did you see?  You look very pale.”
“I can’t tell you.  All I can say is Ra help that boy when he wakes
up.”
“I’m only letting you know this as a friend and a concerned parent,
Steve.  You can’t let your son display that kind of…behavior in
public.”
“You are a good friend, Tom.  I have to confront my son.  I’ll meet
you at the tavern down the block at noon.  I think I need something to
drink after what I’ve seen.”
“It must be serious.  You haven’t been to the tavern since your wife
died.”
“I don’t care anymore.  I am going.”
“I’ll bring the guys with me and you can tell us what’s wrong.”
“Thank you, Cinetti.”
I returned home and went upstairs to my room.  From my luggage I pulled
out a crystal pyramid I bought for my son’s birthday.  I replaced it in the
bag.  Why should he get a present?  He’s broken every moral law and my
personal dreams for his future.  I’m not going to celebrate my son’s
birthday.  For you see, I have no son.
 
Next Chappie: Ryou and Father confrontation. (sorry-for real this time-I may
post this also tonight.  3 chappies in one night-go me!)