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[Jan 25][Kare Kano] Falling satellites burn on entry
Title: Falling satellites burn on entry
Day / Theme: January 25 / Satellite orbit
Series: Kare Kano
Characters: Soichiro, Yukino, Hideaki
Word Count: 914
Rating: G
Warning for spoilers for the end of the series
When Arima Yukino came home late one evening, her twin boys and their elder sister were already in their bedrooms, either sleeping or about to. Their neighbor, Asaba Hideaki, was curled up on a sofa, working on a sketch. The rare sight was of her husband, also in the family room, sleeping with his textbook open across his chest as his pillow, a reviewer for his upcoming exams for promotion.
“You haven’t been perving on my man, have you?” she whispered loudly.
Hideaki started, dragging his pencil across the untouched paged he had open. “Cripes, Yukino!” he said, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair. “You’re the only one who does that, for the record.”
“Shh!” Yukino glared at her long-time friend. “Soichiro-san hasn’t been sleeping enough as it is. If I weren’t so sure you’d end up in the hospital, I’d have asked you to help me carry him to bed.”
The artist merely shuddered at this, remembering previous bouts of cruelty his beloved Arima had dealt upon him in the past. The doctor walked past him, after patting an arm in greeting, and stood to hover over her husband’s sleeping form. She leaned over and reached out, as if to run her fingers tenderly on his face, but changed her mind. Her hand stayed a moment, then strayed to her mouth, where her thumb ran across her lower lip. Lost in thought, she looked her fill of the man she has been married to for seventeen years.
“Remember that day in high school when you told me you were pregnant with Sakura-chan?” Hideaki suddenly asked.
“You called me a hussy,” Yukino reminded, stifling a smile when she noted her very still husband twitch at this.
“That was at the heat of the moment.” The clarification came hastily, with a nervous glance at the sleeping detective. Hideaki brought the pencil to his mouth and began gnawing at its length. “Remember all that talk about sun people and moon people?”
Yukino certainly had. It was rather eloquently put, in her opinion, and she had to concede its truth. Hideaki called himself and Soichiro moon people, unable to shine without the sun people. He had called her a sun person, Soichiro’s source of light. Yukino, however, felt that the metaphor only went one way—it didn’t account for Soichiro’s impact and importance in her life. After all, the moon had negligible effect on the moon, if at all.
“It’s strange,” Hideaki continued without waiting for her to respond. “If you’re the sun and Soichiro’s the moon, I feel more like a TV satellite day in and day out. I’m useless in the grand scheme of things. I can’t change. I only reflect back the signals I receive from earth.”
The bachelor had a haunted look on his face. He was a sought-out, much-admired man, who had a pick of the most beautiful women in Japan. He had yet to meet his match, however.
Or rather, he wasn’t ready yet to meet her.
Yukino knew. Mothers perceived even the tiniest things like this, and Sakura-chan was steadfast and honest, did not hide her feelings like a misdeed or a crime. Yukino, however, was kind in certain ways, and she also knew that Soichiro, for one, wasn’t ready yet for such hints, let alone a full revelation. Even she wasn’t ready to let go yet. Her eldest child was blossoming into an exceptional woman before their eyes and soon she really would have no need of her…
None, except the implied Planet Earth, was really ready to confront such a reality, so she simply smiled at her old friend, and said, “I remember.”
Hideaki grinned a half-proud, half-sheepish grin. “Sakura-chan rejected another confession today,” he related. “Ai got rejected, too, but the little snob wasn’t half as kind as his sister.”
The surfacing of Sakura-chan’s admirers was a pedestrian affair. (Yukino was a smidge disappointed by the lack of drama in that department, truth be told. It called to mind her rosy imaginings of mother-daughter heart-to-heart talks about men and their beastly ways, and of splurging money on dainty cafes on a weekday, without any of the boys. Oh, the shattered dreams of a mother!) The issue of her son declaring his intentions for some fortunate young lady—
“Oh!” Yukino exclaimed, her mouth a very expressive, ‘o,’ indeed. “My baby boy’s first heartbreak?”
Soichiro stirred from his sleep to beadily glare at his best friend and bean him with his book. “Why doesn’t their father know?” he demanded petulantly. “What can a playboy like you advise them on such matters?”
“Suoh-kun told me,” wailed the artist plaintively, rubbing on his arm. “And Ai doesn’t know I know. I wasn’t even supposed to tell you.”
Soichiro muttered something about despicable individuals breaking confidences and rolled to his side, facing away from the moping Hideaki. Yukino chortled, settled on the floor beside her husband’s head, and kissed him in comfort.
“I know how you feel, Soichiro-san,” she said with a sigh and left it that.
The mother of three was fairly sure Sakura-chan had made it a point to tell Hideaki about the confession. Just by virtue of genetics, she was certain it was only a matter of time before the besieged man utterly lost. She only hoped Soichiro could remain oblivious a little bit longer.
Or pretend to be, anyway. They did both promise, after all.
We’ll be here for as long as you need us to be.
End
23:37 01252011
Day / Theme: January 25 / Satellite orbit
Series: Kare Kano
Characters: Soichiro, Yukino, Hideaki
Word Count: 914
Rating: G
Warning for spoilers for the end of the series
When Arima Yukino came home late one evening, her twin boys and their elder sister were already in their bedrooms, either sleeping or about to. Their neighbor, Asaba Hideaki, was curled up on a sofa, working on a sketch. The rare sight was of her husband, also in the family room, sleeping with his textbook open across his chest as his pillow, a reviewer for his upcoming exams for promotion.
“You haven’t been perving on my man, have you?” she whispered loudly.
Hideaki started, dragging his pencil across the untouched paged he had open. “Cripes, Yukino!” he said, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair. “You’re the only one who does that, for the record.”
“Shh!” Yukino glared at her long-time friend. “Soichiro-san hasn’t been sleeping enough as it is. If I weren’t so sure you’d end up in the hospital, I’d have asked you to help me carry him to bed.”
The artist merely shuddered at this, remembering previous bouts of cruelty his beloved Arima had dealt upon him in the past. The doctor walked past him, after patting an arm in greeting, and stood to hover over her husband’s sleeping form. She leaned over and reached out, as if to run her fingers tenderly on his face, but changed her mind. Her hand stayed a moment, then strayed to her mouth, where her thumb ran across her lower lip. Lost in thought, she looked her fill of the man she has been married to for seventeen years.
“Remember that day in high school when you told me you were pregnant with Sakura-chan?” Hideaki suddenly asked.
“You called me a hussy,” Yukino reminded, stifling a smile when she noted her very still husband twitch at this.
“That was at the heat of the moment.” The clarification came hastily, with a nervous glance at the sleeping detective. Hideaki brought the pencil to his mouth and began gnawing at its length. “Remember all that talk about sun people and moon people?”
Yukino certainly had. It was rather eloquently put, in her opinion, and she had to concede its truth. Hideaki called himself and Soichiro moon people, unable to shine without the sun people. He had called her a sun person, Soichiro’s source of light. Yukino, however, felt that the metaphor only went one way—it didn’t account for Soichiro’s impact and importance in her life. After all, the moon had negligible effect on the moon, if at all.
“It’s strange,” Hideaki continued without waiting for her to respond. “If you’re the sun and Soichiro’s the moon, I feel more like a TV satellite day in and day out. I’m useless in the grand scheme of things. I can’t change. I only reflect back the signals I receive from earth.”
The bachelor had a haunted look on his face. He was a sought-out, much-admired man, who had a pick of the most beautiful women in Japan. He had yet to meet his match, however.
Or rather, he wasn’t ready yet to meet her.
Yukino knew. Mothers perceived even the tiniest things like this, and Sakura-chan was steadfast and honest, did not hide her feelings like a misdeed or a crime. Yukino, however, was kind in certain ways, and she also knew that Soichiro, for one, wasn’t ready yet for such hints, let alone a full revelation. Even she wasn’t ready to let go yet. Her eldest child was blossoming into an exceptional woman before their eyes and soon she really would have no need of her…
None, except the implied Planet Earth, was really ready to confront such a reality, so she simply smiled at her old friend, and said, “I remember.”
Hideaki grinned a half-proud, half-sheepish grin. “Sakura-chan rejected another confession today,” he related. “Ai got rejected, too, but the little snob wasn’t half as kind as his sister.”
The surfacing of Sakura-chan’s admirers was a pedestrian affair. (Yukino was a smidge disappointed by the lack of drama in that department, truth be told. It called to mind her rosy imaginings of mother-daughter heart-to-heart talks about men and their beastly ways, and of splurging money on dainty cafes on a weekday, without any of the boys. Oh, the shattered dreams of a mother!) The issue of her son declaring his intentions for some fortunate young lady—
“Oh!” Yukino exclaimed, her mouth a very expressive, ‘o,’ indeed. “My baby boy’s first heartbreak?”
Soichiro stirred from his sleep to beadily glare at his best friend and bean him with his book. “Why doesn’t their father know?” he demanded petulantly. “What can a playboy like you advise them on such matters?”
“Suoh-kun told me,” wailed the artist plaintively, rubbing on his arm. “And Ai doesn’t know I know. I wasn’t even supposed to tell you.”
Soichiro muttered something about despicable individuals breaking confidences and rolled to his side, facing away from the moping Hideaki. Yukino chortled, settled on the floor beside her husband’s head, and kissed him in comfort.
“I know how you feel, Soichiro-san,” she said with a sigh and left it that.
The mother of three was fairly sure Sakura-chan had made it a point to tell Hideaki about the confession. Just by virtue of genetics, she was certain it was only a matter of time before the besieged man utterly lost. She only hoped Soichiro could remain oblivious a little bit longer.
Or pretend to be, anyway. They did both promise, after all.
We’ll be here for as long as you need us to be.
End
23:37 01252011