Beach Vacation, (WIP, Post Shizune Good Ending Ch. 3 up )
Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 7:45 pm
This fic takes place about fifteen years or so after Shizune's Good Ending. Hisao and Shizune are Happily Married, and have an eight year old daughter named Eri who appeared in my last fic "Family Game Night" Thanks to Sissorlips for proof reading for me.
“Now class;” Hisao said as the chimes signaling the end of the school day sounded, “Don’t forget about your summer reading assignments while you out enjoying this weather. You will be given a quiz as soon as you get back. Other than that, I hope that you all enjoy your summer break.”
With that, the students of class 3-1 began to file out of class room leaving Hisao as he turned to the student’s exams on his desk. With the end of the first term, it was clear that they were a very good class. However, Hisao was about as grateful as they were for the fact that he would have six weeks away from them.
He pulled out his cell phone and opened up the text window. He quickly typed out a short message. “Classes done, should be home in and hour, what about you?”
Within in a moments, he received a reply from Shizune, “One last meeting that WILL be done at 6:30 even if I have to kill people.”
This caused him to chuckle slightly, knowing full well how forceful his wife could be. “Alright, I shall see you then, love you.” He replied back
“Love you too.” She texted back to her husband.
He than put his phone away and went back to work.
About an hour or so later, Hisao finally pulled into the garage at his home and opened the door.
“I’m home” he called out as he made his way inside. He turned to the monitor in the corner of the kitchen, to see that his daughter Eri was sitting in the living room reading a book; or at least she was until she saw the strobe lights in the room go off and noticed her father coming through the door on the monitor in the living room. Both of the monitors and the strobe light were part of a system that the Nakai’s had installed in their home as a means of allowing Shizune to be aware of what was going on in her home, especially where their daughter was concerned. When she heard her father call out she made her way through the door and ran up and gave him a hug.
“Hello, Daddy” said Eri.
“Hello Eri-chan” Her father replied, “How was school today?”
“It was fun” she replied cheerfully “Inaba-sensei had a big party for us before we left for summer break. “
“That’s nice, how did you do on your end of term tests?”
This caused her to break into a catlike grin “I did the best of everyone in my class.”
Hisao chuckled at her enthusiasm, “Always your mother’s daughter.” He said to himself “ I am sure she will be very happy to hear that you did so well.”
That was actually a bit of an understatement, Shizune Nakai never missed an opportunity to brag or otherwise take pride in her daughter’s academic achievements ever since she started school. The refrigerator in the kitchen was covered with test after test, assignment after assignment showing of the child’s extraordinary marks. (Some of the most impressive ones are actually laminated.) Eri actually took a moment to turn to the fridge and ponder where her latest test would go.
At the mention of her mother, Eri turned to Hisao and asked in sign language [When is Mommy coming home?]
He didn’t even bat an eye. His daughter had learned to sign before she could talk. Being raised by a deaf mother and a hearing father, she had grown to be equally fluent in both JSL and Japanese. There seemed to be little difference between speaking and signing as far as Eri Nakai was concerned; so much so that she often seemed confused by the idea that most people couldn’t sign. So he simply signed back at her [She is in a meeting and will be home at about six.]
[Okay,] she replied with a small smile. [What are we doing for dinner?]
[We are going to go out for Korean barbeque.] Hisao signed back referring to the one thing that she enjoyed more than any thing.
“YAAAAAAAAY”, Eri gave out a loud yell at that news.
Hisao chuckled “Why were we signing by the way?”
“We were talking about Mommy so it made sense and I felt like it.” Eri said as though the answer were obvious.
“Alright than, have you started packing yet?”
Eri nodded.
“Good, our flight is leaving very early tomorrow and we have a very long plane ride ahead of us.”
“I know Daddy; its SOOOO cool the Grandpa is letting us spend summer break and his beach house in Hawaii”
“Yeah, very cool,” this was all Hisao managed as a reply. He and his wife still had some reservations about the “gift” that his father-in-law sprang upon them a few weeks ago on their daughter’s birthday. How he so “humbly apologized” (as though Jigoro Hakamichi really knew what either of those words meant.) for not getting her a present and “graciously” offered a Private Hawaiian Vacation over summer break. Putting both he and Shizune in a position where they could not possibly say no without greatly disappointing their daughter. Hisao swore under his breath that the man could not even be nice without being a jerk about it.
On the other hand Hisao also reasoned to himself that it could very well be fun. Some nice tropical weather would make for a change of pace and it would be nice to see Shizune in a swimsuit. With those thoughts, Hisao managed to cheer himself up.
“But don’t think that just because we’re going some place far away that I’m going to go easy on you as far as school work is concerned. You are still going to do your summer assignments, Eri-chan. Is that clear?”
“Yes Daddy.” Eri nodded.
“Alright” He said “Let’s see what I can do to help you pack.”
Hisao went into his daughter’s room and was rather impressed to see that she had actually made a very good start of things. It needed a little straightening out, sure but she had enough clothes for the length of the stay and had indeed remembered her swimsuit. He had some reservations this morning when Shizune insisted on having their daughter do as much of her own packing as possible and only helping when she needed help. It seemed however that his wife was right to have faith in their daughter’s ability to handle it on her own, especially with the promise of a “special prize” from her mother if she did a good job. Really it didn’t take long at all. After they were done, they sat down and started reading together.
At about a quarter to seven, Hisao and Eri both noticed a bright strobe light in the corner of the living room. Instantly the both turned to the door to see Shizune Nakai enter dressed in a very serous business suit. She had on her face the tired, but happy expression of some one who had a very long, very dull day at work but was ultimately glad to be home. Eri ran up to her mother to give her a flying hug tackle, and was gathered up into her arms.
[“Eri-chan”] Hisao said, also walking towards his wife, while signing for her benefit, [“You know that Mommy can’t sign when she had her hands full and look, she hasn’t even had time to take her shoes off yet.”]
Shizune took a moment to put her daughter down to do just that. While she was doing so, Eri looked back at Hisao. “But Mommy likes it when I hug her when she gets home. Since she was facing away from Shizune when she sad this, Hisao translated their daughter’s words for her. This made Shizune smile.
After she had put her inside sandals on, she stepped towards Hisao and gave him a hug and a quick kiss on the lips. As the two parted from eachother, Hisao took a moment to sign to his wife. [Hello there Shizune, how did the meeting go.]
[The same way they always go,] Shizune signed back, taking a moment to touch her glasses as a way to express her annoyance, [Everyone seems to be more concerned about advancing their own petty agendas and why we *can’t* get something than as opposed to figure out how we *can* get it done. By God, no one has any sense at all. I might as well fire my whole staff and hire Kenji as reasonable as everyone is being.]
Hisao stifled a chuckle before he took his wife’s jacket off of her and hung it back in the closet. After he did so he responded. [That is why you are the boss dear, who better than you to get all those people to listen. As for Kenji on the other hand, remember you do let him babysit.]
[Only because he’s available and you insist,] she replied with and indignant expression.
[What’s wrong with Uncle Kenji, Mommy,] Eri suddenly replied [I really like it when we play Secret Agent.]
Hisao laughed while his wife shook her head.
[Alright] Shizune began to sign; adjusting her glasses while doing so [We shall be heading out in about half an hour for dinner, when we return home, Eri you are going to be heading straight to bed. We have a very long plane ride tomorrow and are have to get up very early. Is that understood?]
[Yes, Mommy] Her daughter replied
Shizune than turned to her husband, [Does she have everything packed?]
[She had a lot of it done before I even came home. All I really needed to do help her tidy things up a little and take care of some things she couldn’t do on her own.]
Shizune simply gave a trademark cat grin and patted her daughter on the head.
The rest of the evening was more or less uneventful with the Nakai family heading out for a most enjoyable meal of kalbi at a hole in the wall Korean restaurant. Afterwards, they headed home, played a quick game (which Shizune always seemed to have an uncommon knack for winning), and sent their daughter right to bed.
Hisao Nakai was in the master bathroom, going through what had become by now that almost thoughtless ritual of taking his medication. A long time ago, the thought of taking medication every day to keep his heart under control had been something that filled him a rather morbid sense of dread. Now, after about thirteen years or so of living with his condition, he barely gave it much thought at all. Time and a much improved outlook on life helped greatly in that regard.
His wife, to whom he owed much , was lying down in bed, dressed in a blue nightgown with a novel that one would be surprised to see a successful businesswoman and philanthropist read. As soon her husband had finished ingesting his nightly cocktail and turned back to her, she put down her book and quickly turned the lamp on her bed stand off and than back on in order to get his attention. He looked towards his wife and signed to her, [What’s the matter, Shizune.]
She took a moment to wave off her husband’s concern, [Nothing, just still a little uneasy about my father’s belated birthday gift.]
Hisao climbed into bed with his wife touching her shoulder as he did so. [He meant well, for Jigoro. I am sure he just wants to have his granddaughter to have some fun this summer.]
[Easy for you to say,] She retorted with a stern expression and a hard flourish in her signing [Let’s just say that I have a lot of memories of that beach house, very few of them could be considered “fun”.]
[Well than, we just have to make sure that Eri’s memories shall be much better than yours. ]
This brought a small smile to Shizune’s face along with a most suspicious smirk, [You are just looking forward to seeing me in my swimsuit, aren’t you.]
Hisao chuckled [I admit, that is part of the appeal.] He than paused for a moment as though to consider something. [How have you been feeling today?]
Shizune nodded, for the past couple of days she seemed to not have been feeling well in the mornings. For the most part, both of them thought it was a simple case of stomach flu.
Though Shizune Nakai had a feeling.
[Better,] she replied [Hopefully, it will not be too much of a problem. Though I am more worried about, other things.]
Hisao reached towards his wife and touched her hands letting their fingers intertwine for a brief moment. From early on their relationship, this was one of the ways that the two of them would communicate affection towards each other. It was something more direct, and at the same time more subtle than any words could be. It was something that it took him a while to truly understand. He than reached up and touched his wife’s hair and stroked it letting his hand go down her neck and the small of her back. He than look towards her and smiled. In this simple gestures he communicated a lot more than any words, signed or spoken could have.
Everything will be fine. Don’t worry; I’ll be there for you.
Shizune Nakai smiled and kissed her husband, pulling him into a loving embrace.
“Now class;” Hisao said as the chimes signaling the end of the school day sounded, “Don’t forget about your summer reading assignments while you out enjoying this weather. You will be given a quiz as soon as you get back. Other than that, I hope that you all enjoy your summer break.”
With that, the students of class 3-1 began to file out of class room leaving Hisao as he turned to the student’s exams on his desk. With the end of the first term, it was clear that they were a very good class. However, Hisao was about as grateful as they were for the fact that he would have six weeks away from them.
He pulled out his cell phone and opened up the text window. He quickly typed out a short message. “Classes done, should be home in and hour, what about you?”
Within in a moments, he received a reply from Shizune, “One last meeting that WILL be done at 6:30 even if I have to kill people.”
This caused him to chuckle slightly, knowing full well how forceful his wife could be. “Alright, I shall see you then, love you.” He replied back
“Love you too.” She texted back to her husband.
He than put his phone away and went back to work.
About an hour or so later, Hisao finally pulled into the garage at his home and opened the door.
“I’m home” he called out as he made his way inside. He turned to the monitor in the corner of the kitchen, to see that his daughter Eri was sitting in the living room reading a book; or at least she was until she saw the strobe lights in the room go off and noticed her father coming through the door on the monitor in the living room. Both of the monitors and the strobe light were part of a system that the Nakai’s had installed in their home as a means of allowing Shizune to be aware of what was going on in her home, especially where their daughter was concerned. When she heard her father call out she made her way through the door and ran up and gave him a hug.
“Hello, Daddy” said Eri.
“Hello Eri-chan” Her father replied, “How was school today?”
“It was fun” she replied cheerfully “Inaba-sensei had a big party for us before we left for summer break. “
“That’s nice, how did you do on your end of term tests?”
This caused her to break into a catlike grin “I did the best of everyone in my class.”
Hisao chuckled at her enthusiasm, “Always your mother’s daughter.” He said to himself “ I am sure she will be very happy to hear that you did so well.”
That was actually a bit of an understatement, Shizune Nakai never missed an opportunity to brag or otherwise take pride in her daughter’s academic achievements ever since she started school. The refrigerator in the kitchen was covered with test after test, assignment after assignment showing of the child’s extraordinary marks. (Some of the most impressive ones are actually laminated.) Eri actually took a moment to turn to the fridge and ponder where her latest test would go.
At the mention of her mother, Eri turned to Hisao and asked in sign language [When is Mommy coming home?]
He didn’t even bat an eye. His daughter had learned to sign before she could talk. Being raised by a deaf mother and a hearing father, she had grown to be equally fluent in both JSL and Japanese. There seemed to be little difference between speaking and signing as far as Eri Nakai was concerned; so much so that she often seemed confused by the idea that most people couldn’t sign. So he simply signed back at her [She is in a meeting and will be home at about six.]
[Okay,] she replied with a small smile. [What are we doing for dinner?]
[We are going to go out for Korean barbeque.] Hisao signed back referring to the one thing that she enjoyed more than any thing.
“YAAAAAAAAY”, Eri gave out a loud yell at that news.
Hisao chuckled “Why were we signing by the way?”
“We were talking about Mommy so it made sense and I felt like it.” Eri said as though the answer were obvious.
“Alright than, have you started packing yet?”
Eri nodded.
“Good, our flight is leaving very early tomorrow and we have a very long plane ride ahead of us.”
“I know Daddy; its SOOOO cool the Grandpa is letting us spend summer break and his beach house in Hawaii”
“Yeah, very cool,” this was all Hisao managed as a reply. He and his wife still had some reservations about the “gift” that his father-in-law sprang upon them a few weeks ago on their daughter’s birthday. How he so “humbly apologized” (as though Jigoro Hakamichi really knew what either of those words meant.) for not getting her a present and “graciously” offered a Private Hawaiian Vacation over summer break. Putting both he and Shizune in a position where they could not possibly say no without greatly disappointing their daughter. Hisao swore under his breath that the man could not even be nice without being a jerk about it.
On the other hand Hisao also reasoned to himself that it could very well be fun. Some nice tropical weather would make for a change of pace and it would be nice to see Shizune in a swimsuit. With those thoughts, Hisao managed to cheer himself up.
“But don’t think that just because we’re going some place far away that I’m going to go easy on you as far as school work is concerned. You are still going to do your summer assignments, Eri-chan. Is that clear?”
“Yes Daddy.” Eri nodded.
“Alright” He said “Let’s see what I can do to help you pack.”
Hisao went into his daughter’s room and was rather impressed to see that she had actually made a very good start of things. It needed a little straightening out, sure but she had enough clothes for the length of the stay and had indeed remembered her swimsuit. He had some reservations this morning when Shizune insisted on having their daughter do as much of her own packing as possible and only helping when she needed help. It seemed however that his wife was right to have faith in their daughter’s ability to handle it on her own, especially with the promise of a “special prize” from her mother if she did a good job. Really it didn’t take long at all. After they were done, they sat down and started reading together.
At about a quarter to seven, Hisao and Eri both noticed a bright strobe light in the corner of the living room. Instantly the both turned to the door to see Shizune Nakai enter dressed in a very serous business suit. She had on her face the tired, but happy expression of some one who had a very long, very dull day at work but was ultimately glad to be home. Eri ran up to her mother to give her a flying hug tackle, and was gathered up into her arms.
[“Eri-chan”] Hisao said, also walking towards his wife, while signing for her benefit, [“You know that Mommy can’t sign when she had her hands full and look, she hasn’t even had time to take her shoes off yet.”]
Shizune took a moment to put her daughter down to do just that. While she was doing so, Eri looked back at Hisao. “But Mommy likes it when I hug her when she gets home. Since she was facing away from Shizune when she sad this, Hisao translated their daughter’s words for her. This made Shizune smile.
After she had put her inside sandals on, she stepped towards Hisao and gave him a hug and a quick kiss on the lips. As the two parted from eachother, Hisao took a moment to sign to his wife. [Hello there Shizune, how did the meeting go.]
[The same way they always go,] Shizune signed back, taking a moment to touch her glasses as a way to express her annoyance, [Everyone seems to be more concerned about advancing their own petty agendas and why we *can’t* get something than as opposed to figure out how we *can* get it done. By God, no one has any sense at all. I might as well fire my whole staff and hire Kenji as reasonable as everyone is being.]
Hisao stifled a chuckle before he took his wife’s jacket off of her and hung it back in the closet. After he did so he responded. [That is why you are the boss dear, who better than you to get all those people to listen. As for Kenji on the other hand, remember you do let him babysit.]
[Only because he’s available and you insist,] she replied with and indignant expression.
[What’s wrong with Uncle Kenji, Mommy,] Eri suddenly replied [I really like it when we play Secret Agent.]
Hisao laughed while his wife shook her head.
[Alright] Shizune began to sign; adjusting her glasses while doing so [We shall be heading out in about half an hour for dinner, when we return home, Eri you are going to be heading straight to bed. We have a very long plane ride tomorrow and are have to get up very early. Is that understood?]
[Yes, Mommy] Her daughter replied
Shizune than turned to her husband, [Does she have everything packed?]
[She had a lot of it done before I even came home. All I really needed to do help her tidy things up a little and take care of some things she couldn’t do on her own.]
Shizune simply gave a trademark cat grin and patted her daughter on the head.
The rest of the evening was more or less uneventful with the Nakai family heading out for a most enjoyable meal of kalbi at a hole in the wall Korean restaurant. Afterwards, they headed home, played a quick game (which Shizune always seemed to have an uncommon knack for winning), and sent their daughter right to bed.
Hisao Nakai was in the master bathroom, going through what had become by now that almost thoughtless ritual of taking his medication. A long time ago, the thought of taking medication every day to keep his heart under control had been something that filled him a rather morbid sense of dread. Now, after about thirteen years or so of living with his condition, he barely gave it much thought at all. Time and a much improved outlook on life helped greatly in that regard.
His wife, to whom he owed much , was lying down in bed, dressed in a blue nightgown with a novel that one would be surprised to see a successful businesswoman and philanthropist read. As soon her husband had finished ingesting his nightly cocktail and turned back to her, she put down her book and quickly turned the lamp on her bed stand off and than back on in order to get his attention. He looked towards his wife and signed to her, [What’s the matter, Shizune.]
She took a moment to wave off her husband’s concern, [Nothing, just still a little uneasy about my father’s belated birthday gift.]
Hisao climbed into bed with his wife touching her shoulder as he did so. [He meant well, for Jigoro. I am sure he just wants to have his granddaughter to have some fun this summer.]
[Easy for you to say,] She retorted with a stern expression and a hard flourish in her signing [Let’s just say that I have a lot of memories of that beach house, very few of them could be considered “fun”.]
[Well than, we just have to make sure that Eri’s memories shall be much better than yours. ]
This brought a small smile to Shizune’s face along with a most suspicious smirk, [You are just looking forward to seeing me in my swimsuit, aren’t you.]
Hisao chuckled [I admit, that is part of the appeal.] He than paused for a moment as though to consider something. [How have you been feeling today?]
Shizune nodded, for the past couple of days she seemed to not have been feeling well in the mornings. For the most part, both of them thought it was a simple case of stomach flu.
Though Shizune Nakai had a feeling.
[Better,] she replied [Hopefully, it will not be too much of a problem. Though I am more worried about, other things.]
Hisao reached towards his wife and touched her hands letting their fingers intertwine for a brief moment. From early on their relationship, this was one of the ways that the two of them would communicate affection towards each other. It was something more direct, and at the same time more subtle than any words could be. It was something that it took him a while to truly understand. He than reached up and touched his wife’s hair and stroked it letting his hand go down her neck and the small of her back. He than look towards her and smiled. In this simple gestures he communicated a lot more than any words, signed or spoken could have.
Everything will be fine. Don’t worry; I’ll be there for you.
Shizune Nakai smiled and kissed her husband, pulling him into a loving embrace.