Academy of Misbehavours

Chapter 1

The Enrolment and a Mad Goodbye

Tick tock tick tock, went the clock on the kitchen wall. He paced up and down, waiting. This was the third time Hideki had come home late. The old balding man looked up at the clock on the wall while wearing out the kitchen floor with his pacing. It was 23:30; five hours and thirty minutes past his son's curfew. He adjusted his thick square rimmed glasses in worry. His son was becoming a real problem; he ignored him, broke curfew, and seemed to be looking for every opportunity to disobey him.

He heard the clicking sound that told him that the door was being unlocked. He stood in front of it so that anyone walking in would see him first. His son stumbled in with a few friends following close behind.

"Hideki! You're past your curfew." Kisho said to his son. He tried to be intimidating but upon seeing his son's friends, his firm tone faltered.

"Father? Awe man!" Hideki slurred.

"You're... you're drunk." Kisho said. "All of you get out. Now!" Hideki and his friends began leaving and his father had to stop him. "Not you Hideki."

Hideki leaned against the door as he said his goodbyes to his friends. He gave them fist bumps and cool handshakes as they walked out the door in a stumbling line. He closed the door and began heading for his room until Kisho stood in his path. Hideki stopped and looked up at his father.

"It is past your curfew, Hideki! And you've also been drinking?" Kisho said.

"Most of my friends don't even have a curfew. Only me!"

"Most of your friends' parents are fools! Or simply don't care enough that their children are out in the middle of the night and participating in underage drinking! Really underage drinking!"

"Well I was out in the middle of the night, participating in underage drinking. What does that say about you?"

Kisho clenched his fists. He was usually a calm man but he was being pushed to his limit. "That is it! Clearly I cannot trust you to do anything, therefore I will keep a closer eye on you. From now on I take you wherever you go. That means in the morning I'll take you to school, I'll fetch from school and bring you back home and when you are home you stay in the house!"

"Come on..." Hideki said walking past him. "...I don't see how you can do all of that. You have to work don't you?" He said with a hint of mirth in his voice.

"I have made contingencies for that. I've been able to move my schedule at work around." Kisho said confidently.

This time it was Hideki's turn to be mad. He angrily turned to face his father. "You can't do that! You can't take away my freedom, you stupid old man!"

"I never spoke to my father the way you speak to me, Hediki! I never disobeyed my parents, I never..."

"Lived! It's not my fault you're a boring old fart!" He said approaching him.

"Son, you better stop! And go to your room!"

"I don't have to do anything you say!" Hideki said, he felt uncontrollable anger boil in his veins and before he knew what he was doing, he shoved his father.

Kisho fell down and crashed into the kitchen table. He was surprised that his son would raise his hand at him, his own father. Hideki was also shocked at what he had done. They stared at each other in silence. The silence was growing until it became unbearable.

"Go." Kisho whispered. It was the quietest he had ever been, even for him but it was enough to break the silence. He watched as his son ran to his room. He got up and sat on a chair in an attempt to calm down. Raising his hands to his face he noticed that they were shaking. He looked around and saw that one of the table's legs had broken off and it was upturned. He sighed as he begun to realise that he could no longer handle his son. He would have to employ his last and most desperate contingency plan to deal with his behaviour. He looked up at the clock on the kitchen wall as it went, tick tock tick tock.

/

The car ride was quiet and awkward. Hideki looked quietly out of the window. He wished he was not here. Normally he would have taken the bus to school and on the way he and his friends would decide whether they would actually go through with going to school or not but his father had followed through with his promise to keep a close eye on him. He truly believed that his father had no right to constrict him like this. Taking him to school and then fetching him, like he was some kind of child.

His father never spoke about last night and neither did he. He was debating whether he should apologise or not. He felt ashamed that he had shoved his father but he simultaneously felt like he had asked for it. He was his own person and he knew best... at least he knew best for himself and what was best for him was a little fun. It was not like he was hurting anybody. Was he?

Hideki began to notice that he did not recognise the route they were taking to school. He knew that his father sometimes got lost but should he tell him? He decided to remain quiet as he did not feel like going to school and attending class anyways and maybe arriving late would convince him of how stupid his plan was. The scenery outside of the window was nothing new to him. He saw the concrete of the city; that could be found as the pavement, roads and the skyscrapers. He saw the grey metals, which made up the street lights, the structures that could be found in the city parks; he saw the multicoloured plastic that could be found in the cars, ATMS, the brooms of the old street sweepers. However, almost suddenly, the scenery changes to a magnificent green. He saw the earth, which was exposed next to the lonely tar road and on the outcrops of far away mountains; he occasionally saw the wood supporting the trees that reached for the sky with their leafy and hidden branches.

Hideki was mesmerised by the green blur created as they drove by at 80 miles per hour. It was amazing to him, being a city boy who grew up and lived in the city, he was not used to seeing such. He had lost track of time and did not know how long they had been on the road. The blurs of colour were hypnotising and when he blinked them away from his eyes he realised they had been on the road for a long time. Now he knew that his father was not lost, anyone would have noticed if they were this off track. He stared ahead now, feeling a little anxious. He had avoided eye contact with his father since that morning, he even avoided looking in his direction. He allowed his dark hazel eyes to slyly wonder to his father's direction without giving him any clue that he was looking at him. Hideki noticed that his father was not looking like his calm self. Koshi was sweating, his thick squared rimmed glasses would occasionally fog over, his palms, which were on the steering wheel, were shaking and his breathing was shallow. He noticed his father's white shirt was already stained with sweat in the arm pits area. Something was wrong here, but what.

/

Koshi was not feeling well. He was not used to deceiving anyone, let alone his son. He needed to remind himself that he was doing the right thing. He pushed you to do this, he assured himself whenever he had second thoughts or feelings of guilt. He was relieved when his son did not question the detour they had taken but he noticed that he was beginning to get restless. It started when his son stopped looking out of the window and he could swear that he saw his son trying to look at him. He sped up a little, just a few more hours and they will have arrived.

Three hours later he saw a group of buildings. He passed by them and after a few more hours he saw it, The Academy. A tall and wide building with a huge yard sat in the middle of the surrounding greenery. He turned into its paved path and entered the building premises and as soon as he parked the car he sighed in relief. He had made it.

He got out and for the first time on that day, he spoke to his son. "Come." He said before leading the way.

Hideki was a little reluctant but got out of the car and followed his father. He also found his voice for the first time that day. "What is this? Where are we?"

"This is the place that is going to help you." Koshi said, opening the door of the front building of the Academy. Hideki looked at him suspiciously for a moment and then walked through followed by him. There was a long hallway with well decorated carpets and vases. His father led him into a room. The room had white walls, a single maroon couch, a recliner and a wooden table. In the room there were two men waiting. One had on a green camouflage jacket, pants and black boots. The other man had on a white shirt and black pants just like Kisho, except unlike his father he did not have a little pot belly hanging over his belt.

As soon as he entered the room, Hideki looked back to his father in confusion. "Father, what is going on here?"

"Sit down young man." One of the men in the room said.

"No!" He answered. "I don't know what is going on here but I know I don't like it. I want to go home. NOW!"

"You can't do that, Hideki." Kisho said to his son.

"Yes I can." He made a move to leave the room but the man with the camouflage got up quickly and blocked his path. Now both his father and this man were blocking his way.

"Son, I want to help you but I realise that I cannot. That is why I brought you here. It's... It's..."

"It is a training and educational camp." The man in camouflage said. "Your father has bought you here because you have gone wild at home; you've become disobedient, unruly..."

"Maybe the person to blame is my father and not me!" Hideki shouted. "Maybe you should be here, Kisho and not me!"

The man in camouflage stepped closer to Hideki and pointed at him. "Do not talk to your father that way!" He stepped forward while Kisho stepped back as if he was protecting him.

Hideki could feel his anger rising up and at that moment he had lost all self control. "I will speak to this coward as I please!"

"You see. This is why he brought you here!" The other man in the room said. "Say your goodbyes because you've just proven you need to be here."

The threat snapped Hideki back to his senses. "No, father, I'm sorry. I'll be good now. Just... don't leave me here!"

Kisho looked down and turned his back as he began to leave the room.

"Father! Please!" Hideki said trying to run for his father but the man in camouflage was able to hold him down. The man in the white shirt began following Kisho out of the room while Hideki struggled to get away. "Please! I'll be good. Father, father?"

Kisho kept walking away with his head bent down in defeat. He tried his upmost best to ignore his son's pleas of mercy and promises.

Father? Father. Father!"

Kisho stopped. The last word Hideki said was not in a pleading tone. No, Kisho heard something else in his son's voice, in his tone. What was it? When he heard Hideki call out again, he knew what it was. It was hate. He turned around to look at him. The man in camouflage still held Hideki down on his knees. There was a fire in Hideki's eyes, a determination his father had never seen in him before and it scared him.

"Father! Pray... pray that I do not make it through this! Because if I do...! If I do...! I will make sure that you will live to regret it!"

The door began close and their eyes were locked onto each other. they stared at each other until the last moment, until the door was shut and they could no longer see each other.

The man in the white sirt and grey pants suite walked to Kisho. "Do not worry Mr. Kimoti, the enrolment process is always a difficult part but we will help your son be a better person."

Kisho nodded as he was lead into the offices of the Academy to fill out the paper work for his son's stay.