Post by Moonlight Rose on Nov 20, 2022 2:06:34 GMT -5
I hate this… why did he even do this. I didn’t want this.
I’m sitting at the dinner table with my parents. Staring my father in the face. The father I haven’t seen in 10 years. And quite frankly I could have gone another 10. Mom makes dinner every night and that fuck doesn’t even eat it. He just stares at his plate.
“Honey you should eat.” My mother tries to reason with my father. He doesn’t respond. I don’t know if it’s out of pure shame or what… but fuck him.
“It’s duck dad. You love duck.” I say. Disrespect clinging to the last syllable.
“Loved duck…” dad says under his breath. But we heard it. I know mom did.
“Sanshiro, I'm gonna head upstairs. Please at least try to eat.” My mother takes her plate to the sink. And wash’s it with some warm water before resting it in the dish rack. Mom leaves the room and my eyes lock to my dad.
“Fuck you.” Whatever… I had to get it out.
“Emiko I’m sorry. If it was up to me I would have never wanted this to happen…”
“So what? Now you think everything is okay?! 10 fucking years. You didn’t give us an option…”
“I didn’t have an option! I have a choice to either send you somewhere safe or we all die and they make me watch while they… hate me forever Em… but just know I did what I did because I LOVE YOU… and your mother.” He digs his fork into the duck breast. He’s nervous I can tell.
“Easton fished me out of a warehouse in Japan. Fought off an army of Yakuza and handed me a plane ticket and an address. He told me my daughter and wife were safe. And I will see you again soon… what did you want me to do? Look at you. You wear black. You swear. You wrestle just like your auntie. Your different… but good different. Im proud of you.” He stares up from his duck to look at my eyes. But I turn my head. I can’t look at him.
“I would have happily died on that bus in Shinjuku with you. If it meant I would be with you forever.” I don’t know if I mean that. But my mouth said it.
Dad stands up from the table and grabs his plate. Brings it over to my side. And brush’s the duck onto my plate.
“I never would have let them kill you.” He kisses me on my forehead. “I love you. You’ve become an excellent super hero.” A smirk spreads across my face. But I want it to stop.
“I love you too dad.” I take a bite of the duck, and it’s cold but it’s protein so I’ll take what I can get. “I’m gonna pick at this for a bit. You get to sleep.”
“You too kiddo. Don’t stay up all night.”
Dad leaves. So now I’m alone in our dimly lit dining room. I wonder if he remembers what really happened. It was so long ago that maybe it’s just blended into the other shitty memories of being the Yakuzas bitch for 10 years.
10 years ago I was 7. Living my best life. I had a mom that loved me. A father that worked so my mother could love me. And an auntie who was the best women’s wrestler of all time… and mom couldn’t stand it. Dad got laid off. The stock market in Japan was at an all time low so he got sent home. We struggled to make ends meet Yada Yada… auntie offered dad a lot of money to get out of red. Just until he got a new job. He refused and when the banks shut him down. He turned to the Yoro Clan. They loaned him cash that I assume he never paid back.
The Yoro were ruthless. But they offered alot. If you can’t get square with them they don’t just take a finger or give you a beat down. They take your first blood. They take your lover. Your mother and your father.
Bright and early on a Monday. Dad rushs me and mom out of the house. Put a ticket in my bag and one in mom's purse. The bus left at 5 am. The bus stopped and dad got off… and never got back on. I didn’t see shit because mom had my coddled in her arms. I guess they kept him alive because we have a famous family member. Thinking they can get their money back somehow… somehow… somehow I lived that day. And as much as I love my dad I don’t know if I can ever forgive him for not taking the money. I swipe through my phone that rests next to my plate. I pull up Eastons number and call it… 5 rings… no pick up… 6th time today that’s happened. I hope he’s okay… I always hope he’s okay.
I finished my meal a while before I stood up to clean the dishes. And my night comes to an end.
~~~
When I slip on the mask everything become a hell of a lot more clear. I feel like I can see into a thousand futures and I can right a million wrongs. I feel like I can save a billion lives. The mask grants me my power. I am Emiko Kikuchi. A 17 year old. YES AXIS. 17 year old living my pro wrestling dream. Emiko is a weak college kid. But the mask.
Emiko holds the mask in frame.
The mask is Moonlight Rose. The kick as superhero. An ageless and timeless one in a lifetime star. I don’t want to fill my own boots too tall. But I’m on a little streak. Nothing like a PIC or a mike mason type streak. But two in a row is impressive.
Blankenship.
All consuming fire.
And Axis.
What do all these people have in common.
They all have not shown me enough respect. Blankenship didn’t even give me the time of day. All ACF wanted to talk about was my makeup and hair. And Axis seems to want to flirt rather than fight and Axis while I am flattered. Not only is it fucking illegal… I don’t date people who look like they smoke weed with george bush in college. And age aside I know how good you are. I’ve seen you everywhere. Easton talks about you a lot and he always brings up one thing.
“Avoid the feet. He’s got anchors for legs but he can swing em.”
You are double my size. But when I pick you up and toss you like a child you would have wished you never signed that contract. I hope you’ve enjoyed your stay at the Dub. Because your about to check out… permanently!
I’m sitting at the dinner table with my parents. Staring my father in the face. The father I haven’t seen in 10 years. And quite frankly I could have gone another 10. Mom makes dinner every night and that fuck doesn’t even eat it. He just stares at his plate.
“Honey you should eat.” My mother tries to reason with my father. He doesn’t respond. I don’t know if it’s out of pure shame or what… but fuck him.
“It’s duck dad. You love duck.” I say. Disrespect clinging to the last syllable.
“Loved duck…” dad says under his breath. But we heard it. I know mom did.
“Sanshiro, I'm gonna head upstairs. Please at least try to eat.” My mother takes her plate to the sink. And wash’s it with some warm water before resting it in the dish rack. Mom leaves the room and my eyes lock to my dad.
“Fuck you.” Whatever… I had to get it out.
“Emiko I’m sorry. If it was up to me I would have never wanted this to happen…”
“So what? Now you think everything is okay?! 10 fucking years. You didn’t give us an option…”
“I didn’t have an option! I have a choice to either send you somewhere safe or we all die and they make me watch while they… hate me forever Em… but just know I did what I did because I LOVE YOU… and your mother.” He digs his fork into the duck breast. He’s nervous I can tell.
“Easton fished me out of a warehouse in Japan. Fought off an army of Yakuza and handed me a plane ticket and an address. He told me my daughter and wife were safe. And I will see you again soon… what did you want me to do? Look at you. You wear black. You swear. You wrestle just like your auntie. Your different… but good different. Im proud of you.” He stares up from his duck to look at my eyes. But I turn my head. I can’t look at him.
“I would have happily died on that bus in Shinjuku with you. If it meant I would be with you forever.” I don’t know if I mean that. But my mouth said it.
Dad stands up from the table and grabs his plate. Brings it over to my side. And brush’s the duck onto my plate.
“I never would have let them kill you.” He kisses me on my forehead. “I love you. You’ve become an excellent super hero.” A smirk spreads across my face. But I want it to stop.
“I love you too dad.” I take a bite of the duck, and it’s cold but it’s protein so I’ll take what I can get. “I’m gonna pick at this for a bit. You get to sleep.”
“You too kiddo. Don’t stay up all night.”
Dad leaves. So now I’m alone in our dimly lit dining room. I wonder if he remembers what really happened. It was so long ago that maybe it’s just blended into the other shitty memories of being the Yakuzas bitch for 10 years.
10 years ago I was 7. Living my best life. I had a mom that loved me. A father that worked so my mother could love me. And an auntie who was the best women’s wrestler of all time… and mom couldn’t stand it. Dad got laid off. The stock market in Japan was at an all time low so he got sent home. We struggled to make ends meet Yada Yada… auntie offered dad a lot of money to get out of red. Just until he got a new job. He refused and when the banks shut him down. He turned to the Yoro Clan. They loaned him cash that I assume he never paid back.
The Yoro were ruthless. But they offered alot. If you can’t get square with them they don’t just take a finger or give you a beat down. They take your first blood. They take your lover. Your mother and your father.
Bright and early on a Monday. Dad rushs me and mom out of the house. Put a ticket in my bag and one in mom's purse. The bus left at 5 am. The bus stopped and dad got off… and never got back on. I didn’t see shit because mom had my coddled in her arms. I guess they kept him alive because we have a famous family member. Thinking they can get their money back somehow… somehow… somehow I lived that day. And as much as I love my dad I don’t know if I can ever forgive him for not taking the money. I swipe through my phone that rests next to my plate. I pull up Eastons number and call it… 5 rings… no pick up… 6th time today that’s happened. I hope he’s okay… I always hope he’s okay.
I finished my meal a while before I stood up to clean the dishes. And my night comes to an end.
~~~
When I slip on the mask everything become a hell of a lot more clear. I feel like I can see into a thousand futures and I can right a million wrongs. I feel like I can save a billion lives. The mask grants me my power. I am Emiko Kikuchi. A 17 year old. YES AXIS. 17 year old living my pro wrestling dream. Emiko is a weak college kid. But the mask.
Emiko holds the mask in frame.
The mask is Moonlight Rose. The kick as superhero. An ageless and timeless one in a lifetime star. I don’t want to fill my own boots too tall. But I’m on a little streak. Nothing like a PIC or a mike mason type streak. But two in a row is impressive.
Blankenship.
All consuming fire.
And Axis.
What do all these people have in common.
They all have not shown me enough respect. Blankenship didn’t even give me the time of day. All ACF wanted to talk about was my makeup and hair. And Axis seems to want to flirt rather than fight and Axis while I am flattered. Not only is it fucking illegal… I don’t date people who look like they smoke weed with george bush in college. And age aside I know how good you are. I’ve seen you everywhere. Easton talks about you a lot and he always brings up one thing.
“Avoid the feet. He’s got anchors for legs but he can swing em.”
You are double my size. But when I pick you up and toss you like a child you would have wished you never signed that contract. I hope you’ve enjoyed your stay at the Dub. Because your about to check out… permanently!