I've been trying to get this one into writing for awhile. I think I have a working plot, so here's chapter one.
Disclaimer- I don't own Code Lyoko. Which is a little sad when you think about it.
Mr and Mrs. Ishiyama were shouting at each other again. It seemed that this happened a lot and still Yumi wasn't used to it. Every fight was different, and more edgy than the last one. She was almost half expecting her father or mother to hit one another, but they never did. They were loud, not violent. Hiroki was the one who was most confused about the fighting, him being the youngest. Aren't mommies and daddies supposed to love each other. It seemed like they didn't because of how often they fought.
Yumi would sit with Hiroki in his room and turn the volume up on his radio in hopes to drown out hers parents so Hiroki didn't have to hear it. Problem was, the radio was full volume and they could still hear them. Yelling, screaming, arguing, blaming, excuses, accusing, everything that involved a vocal fight. The last thing the two heard before the door slammed shut was the Mrs. Ishiyama yelling, " I want a divorce." Mr. Ishiyama stopped at the door, looked back at her, then answered.
" Fine!" He slammed door shut, knocking off a picture nailed to the wall. Yumi's ear was at the door as she slid down it and began to cry. ' Divorce?' She mumbled to herself. Hiroki hand't heard it, his ears not as good as Yumi's. Yumi thought it safe to turn off the radio did so and walked down stairs. She found her mother at the kitchen table with he head resting in her arms. Small shivers ran through her spine as Yumi stepped closer.
" Mom," Yumi said to her mother. Mrs. Ishiyama picked her head up and looked at her daughter with old and new tears on her face.
" I need to tell you something Yumi," Mrs. Ishiyama said to her. " Your father and I are getting a divorce." It was true after all. Yumi sat next to her mother and hugged her. " We agreed that we'd let you decide who you wanted to live with. So go get Hiroki and make your decision." Yumi walked up the stairs and took Hiroki back down with her. They sat at the table as Mrs. Ishiyama told Hiroki what he needed to decide upon.
It didn't take much thought. Yumi would of gone with whoever asked her. If her father had asked her, ' Who do you want to live with after the divorce?' She'd pick him, because he had the courage to ask her himself. Her mother was asking her this, so she picked her mother, as did Hiroki.
A month later the divorce was final. Mr and Mrs were no more. Mr. Ishiyama moved to an apartment on the other side of town, wanting to be far away from his exwife, but close to his children. One night he began to think about how long he knew his wife for, and when doing so, noticed something he didn't know before. Calling his exwife, he told her what he finally found out, and Mrs. Ishiyama told him the truth, and that he should tell Yumi on her next visit.
Yumi and Hiroki packed their bags for the weekend at their fathers. Their father was picking them up so they waited on the porch for him. When his car pulled into the driveway the kids walked to his car then turned around to see their mother at the porch waving them goodbye. Two days without her babies. Looking at her ex who glared back at her because of what he knew, he closed the car door an drove off.
Yumi and Hiroki played some game on the thirty minute drive to the suburbs on the other side of the city. Mr. Ishiyama would look back at Yumi then look forward. Something he knew now was distracting him. After the drive the kids went to their rooms as their father made dinner, which he recently learned how to do. He didn't want to be ordering all the time. He thought he was fat enough already.
They talked about things over dinner, school friends, recent events. It was almost like everything was how it was. Except for the fact that Mrs. Ishiyama wasn't dining with them. After diner, Yumi took a bath got into her pajamas, tucked Hiroki in herself then went to try to sleep. She couldn't sleep because the guys would have to be one short if xana attacked. She'd watch her cell phone, then look at her clock. It was almost ten.
Sitting next to the window in her secondary bedroom she turned around when she heard a soft knock at her door. Her father opened the door and looked in at her. " Can't sleep?" her father asked her. Yumi shook her head and looked back at the window. " We had to do this Yumi."
" No you didn't," Yumi said to him turning around. " You guys didn't need a divorce." Her father sighed, expecting this argument.
" What's worse Yumi, not seeing me as often. Or seeing me often while pretending your mother and I were okay. We haven't even slept in the same bed for three months Yumi. It was the best thing to do you and your brother."
" No it wasn't. Take a break, leave for while, not forever," Yumi said, a little teary now. " Hiroki had no idea what's even going on Dad." Yumi continued, pointing at his room across the hall. " How am I supposed to tell him that you and mom hate each other and now he can't see one of you whenever he wants. He's too young for this. So am I."
" Your fourteen Yumi."
" I know how old I am," Yumi said to him, not liking the fact that what he said made her sound stupid. " But this isn't fair to him."
" It wasn't fair to him either way Yumi. This way when he sees us, we aren't yelling each other. Not arguing. He's sees his parents as his parents, not as two loud annoying people who hate each other." Yumi looked at the window again, knowing her father was right. Though she hated being wrong. Mr. Ishiyama began to walk away before remembered he had to tell her something else. Something more about her than himself. " Yumi." Her father said to her.
" What dad," Yumi said, wiping a few tears off her face.
" There is something else I need to tell you."
" Tell me tomorrow," Yumi said sitting on her bed.
" No. You need to hear this now." Yumi looked at her father and saw he was serious. This was important.
" Okay, what?" Yumi asked, ready to hear anything. Her father sat on her bed next to her.
" How long have I known your mother for?" He asked her. Yumi sat and thought. She was pretty sure about fourteen years. Her age.
" Fourteen years?" She asked not sure.
" Fourteen years and ten months to be exact."
" So what?"
" Yumi, how old are you?" Her father asked her again. Yumi looked at him, wondering where this was going.
" Fourteen."
" How many months." Yumi thought about that for a second.
" Three."
" When you add that with the nine months your mother was pregnant with you for, she had you at nine months exactly. You'd be fifteen."
" So what? What're you saying dad?"
" I haven't known your mother for fifteen years Yumi," Mr. Ishiyama said to her, hoping she'd figure this out on her own. She had.
" What?" She asked, hoping this was a fun joke they'd laugh about later
" Yumi, your mother was pregnant with you two months before I met her," Yumi knew what it meant, but her father still said it. " Yumi, I'm not your father."