Goldilurks wrote:Y'know, I realized that the Luke/Hanako pairing means that this canon actually works with the Shizune'/Lilly yuri fics (that seemed to pair Misha and Hisao, IIRC).
Which means that they could have a great big school reunion full 'o lesbians. (Nikki: "...but she's blind? How the hell do they make that work?")
Oh, the strange things that trickle into this universe.
Back to Yamaku!
Apparently there is a porn star out there who goes by Nikki Fritz. This is a coincidence.
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Broken Dolls: Recovery
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Hello, this is Doctor Stephanie Evans speaking, I've got a message for Mrs. Koyama, um, it's about your test results. Please call me back when you get this message, okay?
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Taniya stepped into the nursing office's back room and plopped down into her usual bed. The occupant of the bed next to hers rustled around and called out.
“What are you in here for?”
“I felt like an after school nap but during school.”
The curtains of the next bed over withdrew quickly. The substitute teacher from Taniya's literature class glared at her. Taniya knocked on her pink helmet and fabricated an excuse.
“M-Miss Nicole... I uh... I'm feeling dizzy. After lunch I faint a lot.”
“Psh!” her teacher laughed, “I don't care. Just as long as you don't get in trouble while you're supposed to be in my class.”
“Oh, okay, good.” Taniya took off her headgear and relaxed. “What about you?”
“Personal stuff.”
The school's newest assistant staff doctor came into the room and checked on Taniya.
“Okay, Miss Watson, what's wrong?”
“I've got a burning sensation in my chest,” she sulked, pulling apart the buttons of her uniform's polo shirt.
“Burning?” the doctor questioned with concern. “How long have you been feeling it?”
“Since you started working here.”
“Excuse me?”
“It's true, Doctor Tachibana,” Taniya flirted, shaking her braids loose and draping them over her shoulders, “my heart burns with forbidden love.”
“D-Does your boyfriend know about this?”
“Jeremy is just a boy. I yearn for the affection of a
woman.”
“Taniya... I'm flattered but I just don't...” Eri paused as she heard snickering from behind the curtains of the next examination bed.
“You!” She yelled at Yoshiko after pulling open the curtains while Taniya burst into laughter. “You put her up to this didn't you?”
“Nope! The girl has a fertile imagination all on her own.”
“It's true Doctor Erica, I recognized her from the picture on your desk and everyone knows you're that way so...”
“My name isn't Erica.”
“Whatever. So, you wanna go out or what? Jeremy thinks that kind of thing is hot.”
Instead of answering, Eri grumbled and yanked Taniya's curtains shut, then told her to not eavesdrop.
“What are you doing here?” she asked Yoshiko.
“The English department is borrowing me for a few weeks. Apparently I've been a credentialed teacher for years and I didn't even know it.”
“Oh, I see. Aren't you supposed to be conducting class right now? I'm supposed to be working right now.”
“It's my off period. Anyways, Doctor 'Erica,' I'm feeling ill.”
“Really? What's wrong?”
Taniya cupped her hands by her ears and tried listening to Eri and Yoshiko's conversation, only able to hear Eri's excited words
“...how long?”
“Did you get checked on?”
“What did Dr. Evans say?”
Taniya pieced together the fragments and silently hooted at the juicy gossip she just heard. The conversation in the next bed broke down into whispering in Japanese sprinkled with the sounds of kissing. She decided to excuse herself before things got gross.
“Hey Doc, I'm feeling better now. I'll go back to class now.”
“You are?” Eri asked, surprised, having forgotten that she had another patient. She yanked back the sheets, revealing that she was also laying down on the bed. “I-I'll write you a hall pass.”
“Thanks.”
“And by the way, Miss Watson, anything you may have heard is confidential information between a doctor and her patient. Do you understand?”
“Yeah, I do. And congratulations.”
...Five months later...
“Aaaw, she's adorable,” Yoshiko squealed, looking at photos of Hanako's daughter. “Frankly, I'm glad she looks more like you.”
“Aw, thanks,” Hanako giggled.
Yoshiko and Hanako were holding onto a table at the Yamaku Academy Class of 2008's ten year Reunion ceremony. As soon as Hanako arrived at the table to vent at, Yoshiko constantly complained about the accommodations. Despite the fact that her filthy rich sister-in-law now ran the school, the ceremony was still being held in Yamaku's gloriously mediocre cafeteria.
The pair continued to reserve their spots while their spouses were away fetching drinks at the snack table. Not that their table was in any danger of being stolen, most of the attendees were at another table lined up for autographs from the co-hosts of
Rin and Emi's Musical Funtime Variety Show.
“Oy, since Luke is gone, I gotta confess something to you.”
“What is it?”
Yoshiko took a deep breath and piled on twelve years worth of courage.
“I used to have the hugest crush on you.”
“W-What?!”
“It's true. Back in the day, I used to totally stalk you at the library.”
“I-I see...” Hanako stammered, shocked.
“Well, needless to say, I was pretty surprised when you ended up with a boy. I had you totally pegged for a lesbian.”
“I'm s-sorry.”
“It's okay,” Yoshiko laughed. “It's all in the past now. And I'm sorry too for making you stutter again. So anyways, are you sure you weren't gay? Not even a little bit?”
“No.” Hanako replied, shaking loose her long forgotten speech impediment.
“Wow. Weird. I wonder why I got that vibe from you.”
“It's cuz of Lilly. She's gay.”
Hanako pointed at Lilly and her longtime partner, the onetime student body president.
“Wait... her? And Her? But she's deaf... and she's blind. H-How does that even work?!”
“Shh, watch.”
Yoshiko watched Lilly and Shizune converse. In a strange display of adaptation, Shizune spoke with her own voice, more or less understandably, while Lilly complimented her speech with sign language.
“So, they understand each other, but not themselves?” Yoshiko noted, seeing a JSL teacher from Yamaku stop Lilly's speech to make minor adjustments to her finger positions.
The sign language instructor grabbed her beleaguered spouse, the school's assistant nurse and dragged him over to Hanako and Yoshiko's table.
“Got room for us?” Misha asked. “All the other tables are spoken for.”
“Just you two? I guess.”
“Hey, you... Tachibana, right? You didn't graduate with us, did you?”
“It's Koyama now. My wife graduated with you guys.”
“Oh yeah? Who's that?”
“Eri Shima...er Koyama from 3-1.” Yoshiko turned to Hisao, “Believe it or not, she's doing her residency as a staff doctor at a school just like this one back in the States.”
“See?” Misha prodded Hisao while jabbing him in the gut with her elbow. “A staff DOCTOR, how about that, NURSE Nakai?”
Hisao grumbled and sat down, wondering how he was talked into reconciling with Misha and remarrying her for the third time.
Eventually, Eri and Luke returned with refreshments. Yoshiko chugged down her apple juice and jumped out of her chair to give Luke a hug.
“Nikki! Wow it's been so long. It's good to see you...OHMYGODYOUREPREGNANT!”
“Yep!” she happily replied, stroking her belly. “I'm due in about three in a half!”
When the commotion died down, Misha fidgeted about, wondering how Eri and Yoshiko could possibly have a child together.
“Um, if you don't mind me asking,” she mumbled, “who is the...?”
Luke broke into a sweat with Hanako eying him suspiciously, while Hisao evasively looked around the room when Misha tried piecing together his actions during the times they were separated.
“Ain't mine!” Luke announced, partially putting to rest Hanako's fears. “That would just be
weird.”
“Well, don't look at me,” Hisao blurted out, “I barely know the girl!”
“Oh dear,” Eri laughed. “Our baby is our own, no matter what. But if you really must know, the father is...”
“Sure is looking awful lesbian in this school! I guess the feminists found the gay gene and put it in the drinking water, eh?” Kenji burst in out of nowhere into Yoshiko's arms.
“...a secret, sorry,” Eri sighed.
The whole table, save for Eri and Yoshiko, silently sat there, shocked that Kenji had survived the decade since graduating.
“What the hell you all looking at?” Kenji asked the blank-eyed tablemates, “Is it my eyes? I got them fixed years ago.”
“Kenji, bro... what the hell, man?” Hisao asked.
“Oh, what have I been up to? Let's see... I got my eyes fixed, then I enlisted in the JGSDF, served a few years, then when I got discharged for my excess genius, I got a sweet job with this defense company as a 'security consultant.' I've been traveling the world, bangin' broads and bustin' heads as a real-life mercenary since then. Now where's the food at?”
"Kenji has access to guns now,” Hisao lamented to the table, downing a drink. "We're doomed!”
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After spending the better part of an hour in the bathroom, Fritz was finally finished. With eyebrows groomed, goatee touched up with pencil, and hair feathered to perfection. he was ready for his date.
"Are you done yet?" his mother asked at the door. "You've been there all afternoon."
"Relax, Ma, I'm done."
"Where are you going anyway?"
"I'm meeting up with Jennifer. I'm going to teach her how to bake and crochet."
Jennifer was Fritz's classmate from art school and a fellow aspiring fashion designer. She had been appearing at the house to pick up Fritz on occasion for the past few months.
“Hm,” Yoshiko noted, “you're wearing more mascara than usual, what's really going on?”
“None of your business, but if you really must know, Jennifer is my girlfriend.”
“...what?!” Yoshiko gasped, surprised. She loved her offspring dearly but that revelation shattered the preconceptions she had formed of her son, which she had only just recently started to accept.
“B-But you wear more makeup than she does!”
“Mother,” he nagged with a nasal lisp while dismissing her doubts with a limp flick of the wrist, “this isn't the stone age. LOTS of guys wear makeup!”
“On what planet?!”
Yoshiko cracked up, laughing at the ridiculousness of the whole situation. With outstretched arms, she grabbed her son and hugged him tightly to her chest.
“M-Mom...” he mumbled, trying to keep his face away from smearing all over her bosom, “my cravat is getting wrinkly.”
“I-I'm so glad, Fritz, so glad that you're not one of... those people. N-Not that there's anything wrong with it.”
“Uh, what? Aren't you and Dad...?”
“That's beside the point. We're different.”
“Whatever,” he said, peeling away from his walking contradiction of a mother.
“Your father is in the living room, be sure to tell her where you're going before you leave.”
...
“So there I was, laying on the pavement with the mother of all road rash. I tried getting up but my arms and legs just flopped around like noodles because they were broken in so many places. As soon as I figured out what happened, THEN it started to hurt!”
“Holy crap!” Anya said, hearing her mother's accident story, “that must've looked savage!”
Yoshiko and her daughter shared a few more laughs before things got serious. Even though she didn't share genes with her, Yoshiko never doubted for a moment that Anya was hers. Despite her brown hair, blue eyes, and freckles, Anya looked just like Yoshiko did at that age, with her serious expression, tomboyish manners, and unusual height. Actually, she was probably taller than Yoshiko was at that age.
“Hey,” Yoshiko said, eying Anya's leg braces, “you're really lucky, you know? Things could've been a lot worse.”
“How could they? I'm out of hockey for the rest of the year! That's the last time I fetch a kite from a tree. Stupid kids didn't even thank me because their kite got smashed up...”
“Your father tells me that you're lucky to not have been killed. Hell, when I was your age, doctors were so shitty back then, they would've written you off as crippled for life.”
“Ugh,” Anya whined, “I might as well be. This sucks.”
“It's only going to be three months, you'll survive. Try being stuck in a braces and crutches for five years. Now THAT sucks.”
Yoshiko opened up the cardboard box she came in with and pulled out a dusty black box, along with several miles worth of cables, along with the adapters needed for them to connect to the television in Anya's room.
“What the hell is that?”
“Don't swear. It's a Playstation... uh, Playstation 2, I think. Your grandparents bought it for me after I came home from my accident, to keep me from getting bored while recovering.”
“So what, you take the controller and you move it like this?” Anya asked, moving the controller around like the control yoke of an antique airplane.
“Joysticks and buttons,” Yoshiko corrected, mashing the controls back to life, which squeaked from decades of disuse.
“You know, you could probably get good money for this at a pawn shop...”
“If that was the case, your Uncle Luke is sitting on a fortune. I tried borrowing some of his old gaming systems but he claims that your aunt threw them out. Honestly, I think they still play with them.”
“Uh, Mom, it's in Japanese.” Anya complained, squinting her eyes at quality of early 21st century video game graphics.
“Oh, sorry,” Yoshiko said as she wandered her way through the game's menus to switch to
Broken Dolls' terrible excuse for “English.”
“Wow, this sucks,” Anya laughed, skipping through the broken English of her mother's long forgotten dating-sim. “You people actually liked games like this?”
“Hey, that game was THE big thing when I was your age,” she said, snickering when she saw that the game's box still had a sticker that said “Property of Yamaku Academy Library.”
Hopefully, they weren't still calculating her fine for not returning it...
“But yeah, the game does suck. I hated it too,” she continued, playfully punching Anya in the arm, who hit back even harder.
“Anya, there's a boy at the door, looking for you,” Anya's “father” said at the door. Even though Eri was technically Anya's mother, she was the man of the house since she was the principal breadwinner and because Yoshiko's work allowed her to stay home and be a housewife. It also eliminated the confusion inherent in having two women to call “Mother.”
“Well well,” Yoshiko prodded, “a BOY coming here looking for you?”
“Yeah uh... I was going to tell you guys about him. He asked me out before my accident. We were kind've supposed to go on a date today but you know, stuff happened.”
“So do we let him in?” Eri asked.
“Yeah, yeah!” Yoshiko answered, “Let's see what kind of poor sap- I mean virtuous young man our daughter attracted!”
“Mom, Dad! No!” Anya cried, scrambling onto her bed.
“What's wrong?”
“I-I don't want him to see me like this. I'm all jacked up.”
“So?” Eri smirked, “Your mother was in far worse shape when I fell in love with her. AND her attitude was worse.”
“Hey...”
“If he's any friend or boyfriend worth keeping, then he'd be willing to look past you being a little injured, right Ma?”
“Uh, right. Nothing wrong with being a little busted up.”
“Great. Then it's settled,” Yoshiko enthusiastically said after an awkward silence, getting up, “I'll go let the young man inside and your father and I will go... out or something to stay out of your way. No hanky-panky, okay?”
“Why is Mom so excited?” Anya asked, seeing Yoshiko skip out of the room. “It's almost as if it's HER date.”
Eri laughed and leaned her head against her daughter's shoulder.
“She's just glad you're not a lesbian.”
“What?”
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Thanks, I didn't put this one through the usual wringer.
