#haraki

Guess who's back, back again? Vaqo's back! After rocking Germany, Vakhtang Kantaria has returned to Georgia. He just played for the dolphins (okay, maybe not for them, but in their city!) in Batumi, West heart of Georgia and now he's got TWO concerts lined up in Tbilisi!

​First up, on September 21st, Vaqo's doing something a little bit wild! He'll be performing an improvisational show for the fantastic German comic book writer and painter, Mawil. (He is musician too)

Mawil, who hails from Berlin, has a book called "Kinderland" that's been translated by the cool new publisher "Matarebeli" (which, fun fact, means "train" in English!). For this special event, Vaqo will be channeling his inner 60s psychedelic garage rock skills. Get ready for 50 minutes of raw, heavy organ sounds and screaming guitars! It's going to be another trip...

​Then, on September 28th, it's the big one! Vaqo's major concert will be happening at Haraki. No it's not in Japan and Tokyo. Haraki is word from who knows what...

Vaqo is bringing extra musicians to the stage for a whopping 80 minutes of his old and brand-spanking-new songs. It's going to be a heavy concert, be ready for a challenge (and so are you, right?!).

​Don't miss out on the musical madness!

​Tickets are right here...

In times that can feel heavy and disappointing, moments like these remind us of life's positive values. We still believe in the idea that humans, at their core, are striving for a kinder world. Evil isn't truly part of that vision; it's just a fleeting, shameful shadow.

Aaaaaand AI just did my better version... So unnaturally...

Here is raw version of ME... Nothing here... Just me, nothing beats a jet2 holiday and right now you can save 50 pounds per person that's 200 pounds off for a family of four...

Seppuku (Harakiri) (1962)

Dir. Masaki Kobayashi

Kuroko no Basket’s Fanfiction

Romance/Drama

Akashi Seijuurou x Momoi Satsuki (Hyuuga Junpei x Aida Riko, Kagami Taiga x Alexandra Garcia, Harasawa Katsunori x Araki Masako)

Sorry for bad grammars, typo, etc. I do my best when writing this fanfic. Enjoy!

. . . . . . I think my life would be perfect since I’ve married Momoi Satsuki 7 years ago. I feel grateful to have such a beautiful wife like her. She’s not just beautiful, you can say that she is an ideal type of every men in the universe. She is beautiful, smart, a skillful wife and mother. I know that it sounds crazy but it’s true.

Even an Akashi like me should admit that I had a hard time to get closer to her because I realized that I wasn’t the only one who tried to make her felt the same way. I know that even Aomine had something to her though Satsuki said to me that they’re just childhood friends.

Well, despite of that fact, I still feel grateful about married Satsuki and having a beautiful daughter 2 years after we got married. Her name is Akashi Shiori, I purposely named her with my late mother’s name and fortunately Satsuki didn’t mind with that name.

Now, I really feel that I have a perfect life; I was born as Akashi Seijuurou, married Satsuki and has an adorable daughter, even I’ve been a President of my own company. I know that all of you are questioning about how come I get everything so easily?

But, I don’t know what happens a month before our 6th wedding anniversary. I can’t remember exactly what makes me suspicious to my wife. The only thing I remember is the day we have a dinner with our friends, I see her without our marriage ring. And another thing that makes me more suspicious to her is when I realize that she’s rarely at home when I get off work.

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I married Riko 3 years ago. Yes, I know that our marriage life is just started now, yet we can’t be called as a newly married couple anymore.

I don’t know the right answer if you ask me a question about my happiness after got married with Riko. I mean, well, I really happy to be with her, becoming her husband and spending a lot of time with her. But, even when she tries so hard to smile in front of me as if she is really happy, I know that she feels empty at the same time.

When we have a family gathering, I always try my best to have a good relationship with her family. Talk about everything with my father-in-law, visit my late mother-in-law’s grave, have fun with her cousins, etc. But, to be honest, at the same time, I always feel like I want to escape from them as soon as possible. It doesn’t mean that I actually hate being with them, but I realize that I’m not meant to be there with them.

Riko works at Akashi Group as Akashi Seijuurou’s secretary. It’s been almost 4 years and I know that she does her best about her job. Akashi tells me by himself about her work and I feel grateful that everything goes well. But, I’m embarrassed for myself.

How can a husband like me is unemployment and let my wife works alone? She should stay at home, do her job as a wife, after that waiting for me when I get off my work. But, haha, what a shame! Even I can’t say anything more.

Because of that, I choose to not have any plan about having a child with her. It’s not like I don’t want to. It’s because our condition. I know that Riko is always envy with Satsuki, Akashi’s wife, she has a cute daughter. Riko really likes to spend her time with Shiori, their daughter. I feel sorry about myself. I love Riko so much, but the only thing I can do is making her embarrassed with my status. Moreover, I told her that I’ll be ready to have a child if I have a job. She tried to understand me, but I know she feels something and choosing to not tell me what she feels after heard what I said to her.

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“Taiga, listen to me,” my father gets closer to me, “Your mother wants you to come back to LA soon.”

I rolls my eyes. “What else? If she has something to say to me, why doesn’t she talk to me through the phone? Why do I have to come back?”

I see him inhales his breath.

“I know it, kiddo,” ugh, he calls me with that nickname again, “But she insists to bring you back, Taiga. You know your mother so well.”

“Come on, Dad. Because I know Mom so well, I choose to stay here with Alex and Tatsuya.”

I know that he’s a little bit surprised with my words.

“Oh, so you know it?”

“Exactly, Dad. Is there anything that Mom wants to talk with me if it’s not about Alex and Tatsuya?”

Maybe he feels uneasy with this awkward situation. But, I can’t hold it anymore if what my parents’ going to say is about my wife and her son.

“I know that you will reject it, Taiga. But, think about it again. Think about your Mom condition. She’s always sad after you decided to marrying Alex.”

I can feel the anger was trying to control me right now.

“What’s the problem? Is it because I married her without talk about it to you and Mom? Or is it because she’s been divorced with her ex husband and Tatsuya is their son?” I ask him impatiently, “Tell Mom that I choose to stay here, Dad.”

I don’t give my father a chance to answer my question. I almost lost my mind. What’s wrong with marrying Alex? It’s just a status. It doesn’t matter with anything about us. Why they always make her status and Tatsuya as the problem of our marriage?

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My car stops in front of the kindergarten before finally Masako takes her handbag and gives me a little smile. As she comes toward the gate, she greets her adorable students who come along with their parents. I see one of them is grabbing her hand, a little girl with a pigtail, Masako smiles to her and then they walk away into the kindergarten.

I grab my phone, texting her something before driving my car to my office. I feel grateful when I find that I don’t get myself in traffic jam like usual. It’s still 8 a.m. in the morning of course. I’m sure mostly people take a train because they avoid to get in traffic jam.

All of sudden, I’m surprised with the sound of my phone. Masako replies my message.

From: Masako

Thank you, Katsunori-kun. Have a nice day too. Be careful when you’re driving. Don’t forget to have a lunch later.

I smile when I read her message. But, I decide to not reply her message because I know that she dislikes someone who trying to make a mess with her when she wants to focus on her job as a teacher.

And then, I see the red light so I stop my car for a while. To avoid the boredom, I try to do something as I wait the light changes into green light. I take out my phone again and open Facebook application just for seeing my timeline. Suddenly, when I scrolled down my timeline, I find some articles that Masako liked in Facebook last night.

I look at my phone, exactly on the articles, then I can feel sadness comes to me. Well, I can’t make sure if it was really sadness or sorry. Probably I feel both. My eyes look straight on the articles about baby and parenting. She was clicking ‘like’ button of the articles last night.

I sigh deeply meanwhile I lean on my chair. Now my eyes are looking at the street. Suddenly I remember what happened when we visited obstetrician in hospital to make sure something since Masako felt nausea lately. I waited with her alone in front of the examination room. Hope something that we really dream for 8 years of our marriage would come true. We believe that it would happen soon and that day was the day that we’ve waited for long times.

But, what the obstetrician said to us just like someone stab a knife into your heart and letting your blood streaming down on your skin. He said that Masako is barren. That’s why we never have a chance to be in a position as parents. When I heard about that, the only thing that came to my head was my wife’s condition. For the first time, I saw her crying like that. As she lost something important from her life.

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