Total Destruction wrote:Holy dammit. Ho-lee-dammit.
I totally called there being a purple dildo coming in to the mix. I just never posted it 'cuz I didn't wanna ruin momentum or, heaven forbid, give you ideas.
Still delicious after all this time.
It's good to know someone around here appreciates the fine art of cripple brown-skinned lesbian porn. It's a dying form, indeed. Thank you for the input, I love comments on my stories.
And for the record it was a purple and green dragon dildo
...Great. Now I'm imagining a Barney brand dildo. Thanks a lot.
As a fellow lover of mocha-coloured girls, I have to say this was a wonderful little story. Miki was my favourite side-chacter. I also have a molly story germinating in the yuri section of my imagination (which comprises about 60% of that region)... I will have to water this sprout and see what comes of it. :3
Sorry if that offends, I know some forums get really touchy about necro-posts. It seems silly to me though, to make a whole new thread about another thread (and then get yelled at for not using the search), when I could just go post in that thread in the first place! O.o I hope you do more with Miki x Molly, I really like your take on them.
I don't recall this in the VN, but is their friendship canon? Seems like I see Miki, Molly and Suzu paired up often in both art and fics.
Kitsune Spirit wrote:Sorry if that offends, I know some forums get really touchy about necro-posts. It seems silly to me though, to make a whole new thread about another thread (and then get yelled at for not using the search), when I could just go post in that thread in the first place! O.o I hope you do more with Miki x Molly, I really like your take on them.
I don't recall this in the VN, but is their friendship canon? Seems like I see Miki, Molly and Suzu paired up often in both art and fics.
Nah, I'm not offended. I'm genuinely happy that you necro-posted on this story, lol. Now maybe more people will take up reading it.
And no, it's not canon. I had Miki, Molly, and Suzu as main characters in my other story, Real. I got stuck writing it (not the first time) and decided to just write a spin-off featuring Molly and Miki. Because if no one was going to write brown girl fap-fuel, then by God I'm gonna carry that weight.
As far as I recall Silentcook has never objected (or expressed his displeasure if it was there) when someone posted in an old thread as long as the poster had something meaningful to say.
Kitsune Spirit wrote:Instead of going to war with Banda, why not team up and produce a mocha-yuri story of mind-blowing, epic proportions? :3
+1
Then I can make that Sex and the City 2 work with 'em. 'Cept to do that, I'd have to watch the movie first...
Oh, and to say something about the actual fic: good job. I am far too cynical to be a romantic, and yet, here we are, waxing poetical about yuri fiction. so props for that
Kitsune Spirit wrote:Instead of going to war with Banda, why not team up and produce a mocha-yuri story of mind-blowing, epic proportions? :3
+1
Then I can make that Sex and the City 2 work with 'em. 'Cept to do that, I'd have to watch the movie first...
Oh, and to say something about the actual fic: good job. I am far too cynical to be a romantic, and yet, here we are, waxing poetical about yuri fiction. so props for that
I've seen the error of my ways. Banda and I shall join fap forces to... make people fap. I guess.
Don't call it a comeback. Well, I guess you could, since I've come back and all.
Anyway, enjoy these feels, on the house.
Tale Five: The greying man grips tightly at his turquoise bracelet, worry besetting the features of his rugged face.
He feels helpless among the sea of frantic doctors moving from one patient to the next, compiling data on their charts, doing all in their power to remain stoic amidst the chaos surrounding them. But he doesn’t care about them, as cold as that may sound.
There’s only one person in this hospital he wants to see.
The call came in at just past three that morning. “Complications,” they told him. Something went wrong. Throwing on a coat over his plaid pajamas, the man sped like a man on fire to the hospital three miles away, images of the hell he endured only a week earlier haunting his thoughts.
Four hours later, and still he’s left clueless. The only reprieve he had received was assurance that the doctors were working diligently and a cup of coffee. He’d barely touched it.
He was not the most religious of men, admittedly. He had always taken comfort in wonders that he could behold with his own two eyes. Facts over faith. Knowledge over prayer.
But what good is all the knowledge of the world if it won’t let him hold his daughter?
So, he began to pray. Trepid, at first, but once the verses returned to his memory, it felt like second nature to him.
He prayed to not one God, but to many. Any who may have been able to let his daughter live to see the next day. It must have been a funny sight to the people passing by him in the hallway; a middle-aged man hidden behind his glasses, head hung and mumbling to himself in a chair.
But he didn’t concern himself with them.
“Excuse me?” asks a young man walking up to him. He looks native, but the distinct tone of his voice gives him away as an expat, or at least as someone who’s been in America for too long. Indeed, his model good looks makes it seem as though he plays a doctor on television, rather than actually being one.
“Dr. Kapur? May I speak to you in private, please?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“And for the record, Miki, I am going to eat that.”
Pouting, the track star lets the juicy cut of barbeque fall back onto the grill. Her disappointment subsides rather quickly, though. After all, finishing first at today’s track meet would be cause for celebration in itself, but beating out Emi Ibarazaki, the best runner Yamaku’s ever seen? If you ask Miki, that’s a feat worth celebrating. Preferably at her favorite Korean barbeque restaurant in the city.
“I still can’t get those last few seconds out of my head!” Miki gushes. “I mean, Emi and I were, like, neck and neck! It was like a sappy sports movie! Only, it didn’t suck, because I was in it!”
I chuckle at her adorable giddiness, bringing another strip of chicken into my gullet. Seeing so many in-shape people racing each other worked up a hearty appetite in me. Whatever, I’ll burn it off when we all walk back to the bus stop.
“Did you all know that human birth control pills work on gorillas?”
True to form, Suzu remains unfazed by our bewildered stare, perhaps thinking that we’re just taking time to process such an earth-shattering revelation.
“That’s... nice,” Miki says. “How long have you been reading that book Suzu?”
“Five hours and seventeen minutes. Had to stop because my eyes were starting to sting. But, there’s just so much trivia in here! I can’t just put it down!”
She nods sharply, satisfied that this is a perfectly reasonable explanation for her behavior.
“Suzu, are you sure you’re from this planet?” Miki wonders with a head shake.
“Of course... most of the time.”
“Well, it’s nice of you to finally visit with us. You’ve been spending quite some time with that boyfriend of yours, haven’t you?” I tease.
The narcoleptic girl gets a red tinge in her cheeks and avoids making eye contact.
“I was going to invite him, but Air-Air had some bad oden the other day...”
Oh God, they’re using pet names now?
“I thought they stopped selling those after winter ended?” I ask with curiosity.
“Exactly. Anyway, he doesn’t want to see any asian food for awhile. Which may be a little hard, what with the whole being in Japan thing. I may pick him up a cheeseburger on the way home.”
We all three share a laugh at her boyfriend’s food fiasco, scooping up a few more morsels of food for ourselves off of the grill. Miki breaks the momentary silence.
“So, last but not least, how’s the week been treating you Mols?”
“Fine.”
I cringe inwardly. I said that way too fast to be believable. Now, sure enough, I’m getting the staredown. I’m not sure if Suzu and Miki know it, but they have the most damning stares I’ve ever seen. That way Miki raises her eyebrow is just... gah! I can’t even concentrate!
“I’m... a little bit tired,” I explain quietly. “It’s been a long week. You two don’t need to worry about me.”
They thankfully drop the issue, shrugging and returning to finish off the last of their meals. Through the K-pop ambience I reflect on just how much this week means. Not just to me, but to the important people in my life. Well, one of them anyway.
And he’s not here. For the first time in a long time, he’s not here. I can’t put my head down into his shoulder, not saying a word as I just let warm tears run down into the hemming of those beautiful cotton shirts he always wears.
That’s all a part of growing up, isn’t it? Letting go?
If it’s supposed to happen, why does it feel so hard?
I contemplate all of this quietly as Miki calls for out check.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The two doctors, young and old, sit across from each other in the darkened hospital room. With the way the young one worms in his chair and drinks from his bottled water, you'd think he was preparing to give a presentation to the board of directors.
The older one barely pays him any heed. He scans the x-rays along the wall, each one seemingly more graphic than the next. Do any of them belong to his daughter? The thought weighs down on him heavily.
“Dr. Kapur, my name is Dr. Chopra. I’m sorry for the long wait, sir. I know this all must be very difficult for you.”
He brushes off the young man’s concerns.
“It’s a busy night in New Delhi,” he says, trying to ease the tension of the moment.
The doctor smiles politely and returns to the business at hand. “Firstly, I’d like to make it clear to you that your daughter’s life isn’t in any jeopardy.”
Dr. Kapur sighs silently, a great weight having been lifted from his broad shoulders. Still, though, the grim expression in the young man’s eyes tells him that he shouldn’t get his hopes up just yet.
“There were some... complications, however. Namely, we’ve discovered an infection forming on her legs. We’re not sure what the source of it is, but thankfully we managed to find it before it could spread and do any further damage.”
“What would need to be done?” he asks gravely, despite already putting the puzzle together in his head.
“I’m afraid amputation is our only viable choice,” Chopra answers. “If we put it off any longer, her condition may worsen, maybe to the point of lethality. It’s our only hope.”
The older man runs his hands through his greying hair, the brunt force of the situation hitting him like a punch to the sternum.
“I don’t understand it,” he mumbles. “Have I not worked every day of my life to support my family? Have I not given us a privileged life? To have my wife taken from me, nearly losing my daughter in the same way, on the same night. Now this... I don’t understand.”
After a few seconds of quiet despair, Chopra awkwardly raises his voice.
“Would you like to see her?”
Dr. Kapur raises his head, his eyes now hopeful despite their mistiness.
“Will that be possible?”
“We won’t start operating for at least another hour. As long as I’m with you, we may be able to get clearance.”
Having renewed his hope, the man hurries to his feet as fast as his weary body can take him. Just in case, Chopra leads him by his shoulder.
The earlier quip about New Delhi growing busy come nighttime had some truth to it. People are scattered about like a colony of ants, trying to find room to maneuver through the hectic swarm of humanity. Though, being one of the newer hospitals in the city, and being situated so close to its heart, this comes as no great surprise.
“You said your name was Dr. Chopra?” inquires Dr. Kapur.
The young man jitters a bit, as if the question had stirred him from a trance. “Yes, I did.”
“Did you happen to attend the University of Delhi?”
“As a matter of fact, yes. My parents would have disowned me otherwise,” he jokes.
Dr. Kapur thought the young man had looked familiar, but only now has he been able to finally put two and two together.
“I used to teach Physics at the University. I believe I had you for one of my classes.”
Chopra squints a shade before popping his eyes wide open just as quickly.
“I’ve been wondering why the name Dr Kapur sounded so familiar! Now I suddenly remember your classes being quite the mental exercise. I almost didn’t recognize you without the beard. I remember we used to call you the hermit when you weren’t looking.”
The two of them share a laugh. A ray of light in dark times. Though, something tells the older man that he should ask something before he forgets.
“Forgive me for prying,” continues Dr. Kapur. “But have you ever set foot in America?”
“I’ve heard that question many times,” he smirks. “I traveled to Connecticut in my Junior year, attended the University of Bridgeport as an exchange student. I met my wife there, you know. As luck would have it, she had quite the fascination with Indian culture. When I asked her to come back with me, she jumped at the chance!”
The young man continues to muse about his life as they make their way to the top floor of the hospital, where a number of emergency surgeries are performed. Twelve minutes and many disapproving glances later, they arrive at Room 321, situated between a row of maroon cushioned seats and a painting of Akshardham Temple.
The old doctor steels himself once more, his breathing heavy with worry.
“I can only let you see her for a moment. You understand, yes?”
He nods.
“Good. Wait here a second.”
Dr. Chopra slips into the room. The sounds of mingled conversation float from behind the door, and the young doctor emerges a few seconds later.
“She’s ready for you, teacher.”
If he were a less hardened man, he might have been overwhelmed as soon as he took his first steps into the dimly lit room. There lay his princess, as radiant as the ones from the stories he use to tell her when she was just a child.
Pushing aside the tell tale wires and blankets, you could easily mistake her for having laid down for a quick nap.
“I always tell her she should keep her hair down,” Dr. Kapur whispers, mainly to himself. “She looks so beautiful that way.”
It’s a silly first thing to say, maybe. But the warmth is genuine, and from the heart.
“I can tell you love her, professor,” smiles the young doctor.
“I would always catch her carrying off a book from my office when I wasn’t looking. She still does it to this day. So much like her papa.... please, make sure I don’t lose her.”
Chopra places a firm hand on the shoulder of his former teacher, and now his friend. “I give you my word; the first thing your daughter will see when she wakes up is you, there to greet her.”
“Now that I’ve seen her, it will be painful to leave her side.”
He takes her hand in his. It’s amazing how something so delicate can have such strength to fight.
“I never go back on my promises,” his young friend assures him. “I always keep them.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
To put it simply, I’m pooped.
We managed to miss the bus the first time around, which left us out in the cold for a good while. In hindsight it would have been smarter to head inside, but we didn’t want to take the chance of missing the bus again. Oh, and we had some drunk guys try to pick us up, which was not fun.
Frankly, diving face first onto my pillow right now sounds absolutely heavenly. But I have something important to do, and can’t put it off.
I pull my laptop from my overstuffed backpack and power it up, twiddling my thumbs as it loads. With any luck he’ll remember how to turn on Skype this time.
…...
Yes, he’s on!
I waste no time in joining in with him. It looks as though I’ve caught him in the midst of sipping his coffee.
“Hi, papa!”
He nearly spits out his coffee in surprise.
“Sorry about that!” I apologise, failing to stifle a giggle.
“You seem quite energetic tonight, putrii. Did you have fun with your friends?”
“Actually, papa, if I weren’t talking to you I’d more than likely be crashed out right now,” I joke. “And yes, it was a fun night.”
“Good, good.”
We stay silent for a bit. We both know what’s on each other’s minds. This week, just a few years back, I was laid up in a hospital bed, drifting in and out of consciousness and catching the faintest glimpses of my mother in another bed next to me. One day I opened my eyes and the bed was empty. She was gone.
“Did you go to see mom today?” I ask him.
He nods. “I have not seen her for a few months. I told her how well you’re doing in that school of yours. I’m sure she’s very proud of you.”
I see my father smile, and it’s enough to make the corners of my eyes very misty. Here’s a man who’s been beset by so much pain. More than any man should.
And, yet, he can still smile. The fact that I make him smile makes me more proud than he’ll ever know.
“Mr. Chopra and is coming over for dinner tonight,” he says.
“The cute one?” I ask teasingly. My dad’s not really aware of the “relationship” I have with Miki, and I haven’t really found a good time to tell him, so I tend to shy away from my love life when I can. But, hey, Chopra is pretty hot, I’ll admit.
My father laughs. “Yes, yes, your favorite doctor. Were you aware that his wife is pregnant now?”
“Aww, that’s wonderful! Tell them I said congratulations! And send me pictures asap!”
“I only learned how to work this Skype thing yesterday, don’t start rushing me with this technology stuff!”
We both laugh.
Our conversation takes up a good chunk of the hour. We amuse ourselves with anecdotes about everyday life in South and East Asia. As it turns out, things aren’t so different between us.
We have friends, grinds, and the people we occasionally want to punch.
“I should start getting ready for the visitors, putrii. Main tumse pyar karta hoon. Always.”
“Main tumse pyar karti hoon,” I repeat back to him.
I love you. That’s something you can understand in any language.
With a wave and a smile, his screen clicks off.
Almost instantaneously, I fall back onto my pillow and let sleep overtake me.
“Always.”
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Sooo, either you're all stunned into silence over how good this story was, or perhaps my writing skills are getting a bit rusty? Well, anyway, I'm writing the next Hideaki chapter, thought you all might like to know.
I also have a molly story germinating in the yuri section of my imagination (which comprises about 60% of that region)... I will have to water this sprout and see what comes of it. :3
