Fan Fiction ❯ That All Important Moment ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: vampyremiyu 
Makoto and Ito make it to the Narita home. But things aren't looking good when Makoto's father doesn't show up for the meal.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.26.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 243 | Status: Completed
Makoto and Ito make it to the Narita home. But things aren't looking good when Makoto's father doesn't show up for the meal.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.26.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 243 | Status: Completed
THAT ALL IMPORTANT MOMENT
A W Juliet Challenge ficlet
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This began as a "Hana Kimi" fic. I decided to change it to "W Juliet" because the characters seemed to mesh better. Poor Sano was just too out of character the way the story was unfolding. Plus I haven't written an Ito and Mako based story in some time. *this manga makes me drool* This chapter focuses more on Ito, her take on the family meeting, and the reaction of Mako's family. Non lemon chapter. A Standard Disclaimer appears at the bottom of the chapter.
Chapter 2
Despite the posh comfort of their surroundings, she couldn't let go of his hand.
The Narita family house was huge, bigger than she remembered the day she snuck inside to see him. Of course, she hadn't been paying too much attention to her surroundings. Her desperation to see him had taken the place of all else. If she had paid attention, she would have been overwhelmed by the place. Much like she was now.
Makoto chuckled at her awed expression. The sound startled her, her head snapping around to glare at him. She reinforced her glare with a small punch to his chest with her free hand. He feigned pain by placing a hand over the spot she touched.
"Ouch."
She sighed as he continued smiling knowingly at her. She called him an idiot under her breath. Her comment was rewarded with a small peck on the cheek as they approached the front hall where his family waited.
Two women dressed in finery waved to them. Makoto waved back, smiling. Ito felt small and lost when he relinquished her hand to greet his family.
Tsubaki greeted then first. Her smile was less than enthusiastic. She had tried everything to get him back home. Her actions may have hurt Ito, but they hurt Makoto more. And she was a sore loser. Still, her smile warmed as she hugged her little brother.
"Don't ask me to apologize, Makoto," she said as they parted.
With a chuckle he replied, "I wouldn't expect one."
Her smile was still warm when she greeted Ito. "And you best take care of him," she warned.
Ito nodded nervously. "I will."
Makoto whisked the next of his family, his sister Akane, off of her feet as they embraced happily. Unlike Tsubaki, Akane had supported her little brother in his endeavor. She helped him with everything from clothing and make-up, to moral support. Her reward was her brother's undying love and devotion...and a boyfriend of her own.
"I'm happy to see you too," she said, when her brother set her down. Her smile was as bright as the sun when she embraced Ito. "Both of you! I'm so glad it's over."
"So are we," Ito whispered back with an equally happy smile.
"Mom's still in the kitchen," Tsubaki said. "But everything's almost done. We should head into the dining room."
"What about father?"
"He'll meet us in the dining room."
Makoto's smile could have lit an entire city block. "Good, because I have a surprise for him." He took Ito's hand in his once again, kissing it elegantly. "And for you, too."
Ito blinked, unsure of what he meant. By the time she let go of the images and questions, they had entered the dining room. As big as any other part of the house, the room was graced with a large redwood table and matching chairs. A crystal chandelier added ambience to the space.
"Welcome!"
Makoto's voice stopped her jaw before it hit the ground again. "Mom!"
"Dinner will be served shortly," the older woman announced, wiping her hands on her apron. Then she opened her arms wide and hugged her only son. "It's so good to have you home."
"I'm happy to see you," he replied. As they parted, he pulled Ito
closer to his side. "This is Ito. Ito Miura." He squeezed her hand reassuringly. "My fiance."
"Well...not yet...exactly," she muttered as she bowed politely. Makoto's mother was more beautiful than she remembered. At least now she knew for sure whom he got his looks from. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine," his mother replied with a small bow of her own. "Welcome to our home." It took two steps to close the distance between them and Ito was surprised to find herself in a loving hug. "And to the family." Her smile was beautiful as she pulled away. "Makoto has waited a long time for this day."
'So have I,' Ito thought, but merely smiled and nodded in response.
Everyone was seated at the table and small talk was made. They munched on several appetizers and laughed at old memories. All the while Ito and Makoto maintained their handhold under the table. She sighed as his thumb unconsciously rubbed the back of her hand. It was comforting despite her growing fears about his father. He had not joined them by the time the meal was ready. And it was several minutes before his mother returned.
Alone.
"He's not coming."
Everyone looked up, shocked. Mrs. Narita stood with a sad smile on her face. Her own disappointment was evident in her eyes. She sighed as her eyes turned towards her children.
"Not coming?"
Makoto's hold on Ito's hand tightened. Painfully. She looked at him, wondering what he was thinking. His eyes didn't look any different, nor did his facial expression. But his face was flushed, and she thought she saw steam coming out of his ears.
He was pissed.
"Makoto?"
Ito jumped up, following Makoto as he quickly stood from his seat. He smiled apologetically to his sisters and mother. But there was something...angry...in his eyes.
"We'll leave," he announced.
"No...."
"Makoto...."
"At least stay and eat."
"I'm not very hungry," he said, anger entering his voice.
"I'm starving."
Blue eyes glared at dark brown. Ito ducked her face, trying to hide her fear behind a small smile. He was beyond pissed, she realized. But they needed to stay. They needed to get through this. Screw his dad and his sore loser attitude. His mother and his sisters supported them. To Ito, that was more than enough.
Besides, she didn't put on a strapless bra for nothing!
"We can at least stay long enough for a bite to eat," she repeated with a bit more confidence. "Your mother spent hours planning this meal. We can at least spend a few minutes enjoying it."
"What is there to enjoy?" Makoto spat, his face wrinkled in disgust. "He can't even grace us with his presence for a meal. A simple meal!"
"Maybe he's not hungry," Ito said.
"Or maybe he's in denial about losing," Makoto replied. "Whatever his problem, it's rude of him to blow off a family gathering. Unless he really doesn't want me as family anymore...which is just fine with me."
"Makoto!"
His statement shocked everyone, including Ito. Finally she found the strength to let go of his hand, afraid his anger would flow into her. She even took a step back, away from him as if he'd become a complete stranger.
"Mako...you don't mean that," she said. "Do you?"
"Yes!" But after a moment the young man collapsed back in his seat, his face buried in his hands. "No. No, I don't. I'm just...so.... I've waited two years for this day. Can't he at least be a LITTLE civil?"
"Civil?" "Dad?"
Ito looked across the table at Makoto's mother. Sadly, she smiled at them. "It's okay to be angry. He's being such a sore loser that he's taking it out on everyone."
"Don't let him get to you," Akane added with a smile of her own.
"You fought him for two years," Tsubaki said. "You'll be fighting him forever."
"But...maybe someday...everything will be all right," his mother concluded. "You've accomplished what he thought you couldn't. I'm so very proud of you."
Makoto looked at his mother and his sisters, offering them all an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry," he told them. "And thank you. Thank you all for supporting me and my dream." His smile grew as his eyes rested on Ito. "Our dream," he corrected, reaching a hand out to her.
Ito blushed, accepting his hand with a smile. He squeezed it reassuringly. With a smile, she returned the gesture. He pulled her back to the table, and guided her into her seat. The rest of the family silently followed.
"A toast," Tsubaki said, raising her glass.
"To the future," Mrs. Narita said.
"To the future," everyone replied.
~TO BE CONTINUED~
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Makoto, Ito or any of the characters used in the story above. That honor goes to talented manga-ka Emura. The manga is published in English thanks to Viz Entertainment. The characters and likenesses are used here without permission. Just borrowing them for a little fun. No offense is meant. No money being made.
A W Juliet Challenge ficlet
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This began as a "Hana Kimi" fic. I decided to change it to "W Juliet" because the characters seemed to mesh better. Poor Sano was just too out of character the way the story was unfolding. Plus I haven't written an Ito and Mako based story in some time. *this manga makes me drool* This chapter focuses more on Ito, her take on the family meeting, and the reaction of Mako's family. Non lemon chapter. A Standard Disclaimer appears at the bottom of the chapter.
Chapter 2
Despite the posh comfort of their surroundings, she couldn't let go of his hand.
The Narita family house was huge, bigger than she remembered the day she snuck inside to see him. Of course, she hadn't been paying too much attention to her surroundings. Her desperation to see him had taken the place of all else. If she had paid attention, she would have been overwhelmed by the place. Much like she was now.
Makoto chuckled at her awed expression. The sound startled her, her head snapping around to glare at him. She reinforced her glare with a small punch to his chest with her free hand. He feigned pain by placing a hand over the spot she touched.
"Ouch."
She sighed as he continued smiling knowingly at her. She called him an idiot under her breath. Her comment was rewarded with a small peck on the cheek as they approached the front hall where his family waited.
Two women dressed in finery waved to them. Makoto waved back, smiling. Ito felt small and lost when he relinquished her hand to greet his family.
Tsubaki greeted then first. Her smile was less than enthusiastic. She had tried everything to get him back home. Her actions may have hurt Ito, but they hurt Makoto more. And she was a sore loser. Still, her smile warmed as she hugged her little brother.
"Don't ask me to apologize, Makoto," she said as they parted.
With a chuckle he replied, "I wouldn't expect one."
Her smile was still warm when she greeted Ito. "And you best take care of him," she warned.
Ito nodded nervously. "I will."
Makoto whisked the next of his family, his sister Akane, off of her feet as they embraced happily. Unlike Tsubaki, Akane had supported her little brother in his endeavor. She helped him with everything from clothing and make-up, to moral support. Her reward was her brother's undying love and devotion...and a boyfriend of her own.
"I'm happy to see you too," she said, when her brother set her down. Her smile was as bright as the sun when she embraced Ito. "Both of you! I'm so glad it's over."
"So are we," Ito whispered back with an equally happy smile.
"Mom's still in the kitchen," Tsubaki said. "But everything's almost done. We should head into the dining room."
"What about father?"
"He'll meet us in the dining room."
Makoto's smile could have lit an entire city block. "Good, because I have a surprise for him." He took Ito's hand in his once again, kissing it elegantly. "And for you, too."
Ito blinked, unsure of what he meant. By the time she let go of the images and questions, they had entered the dining room. As big as any other part of the house, the room was graced with a large redwood table and matching chairs. A crystal chandelier added ambience to the space.
"Welcome!"
Makoto's voice stopped her jaw before it hit the ground again. "Mom!"
"Dinner will be served shortly," the older woman announced, wiping her hands on her apron. Then she opened her arms wide and hugged her only son. "It's so good to have you home."
"I'm happy to see you," he replied. As they parted, he pulled Ito
closer to his side. "This is Ito. Ito Miura." He squeezed her hand reassuringly. "My fiance."
"Well...not yet...exactly," she muttered as she bowed politely. Makoto's mother was more beautiful than she remembered. At least now she knew for sure whom he got his looks from. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine," his mother replied with a small bow of her own. "Welcome to our home." It took two steps to close the distance between them and Ito was surprised to find herself in a loving hug. "And to the family." Her smile was beautiful as she pulled away. "Makoto has waited a long time for this day."
'So have I,' Ito thought, but merely smiled and nodded in response.
Everyone was seated at the table and small talk was made. They munched on several appetizers and laughed at old memories. All the while Ito and Makoto maintained their handhold under the table. She sighed as his thumb unconsciously rubbed the back of her hand. It was comforting despite her growing fears about his father. He had not joined them by the time the meal was ready. And it was several minutes before his mother returned.
Alone.
"He's not coming."
Everyone looked up, shocked. Mrs. Narita stood with a sad smile on her face. Her own disappointment was evident in her eyes. She sighed as her eyes turned towards her children.
"Not coming?"
Makoto's hold on Ito's hand tightened. Painfully. She looked at him, wondering what he was thinking. His eyes didn't look any different, nor did his facial expression. But his face was flushed, and she thought she saw steam coming out of his ears.
He was pissed.
"Makoto?"
Ito jumped up, following Makoto as he quickly stood from his seat. He smiled apologetically to his sisters and mother. But there was something...angry...in his eyes.
"We'll leave," he announced.
"No...."
"Makoto...."
"At least stay and eat."
"I'm not very hungry," he said, anger entering his voice.
"I'm starving."
Blue eyes glared at dark brown. Ito ducked her face, trying to hide her fear behind a small smile. He was beyond pissed, she realized. But they needed to stay. They needed to get through this. Screw his dad and his sore loser attitude. His mother and his sisters supported them. To Ito, that was more than enough.
Besides, she didn't put on a strapless bra for nothing!
"We can at least stay long enough for a bite to eat," she repeated with a bit more confidence. "Your mother spent hours planning this meal. We can at least spend a few minutes enjoying it."
"What is there to enjoy?" Makoto spat, his face wrinkled in disgust. "He can't even grace us with his presence for a meal. A simple meal!"
"Maybe he's not hungry," Ito said.
"Or maybe he's in denial about losing," Makoto replied. "Whatever his problem, it's rude of him to blow off a family gathering. Unless he really doesn't want me as family anymore...which is just fine with me."
"Makoto!"
His statement shocked everyone, including Ito. Finally she found the strength to let go of his hand, afraid his anger would flow into her. She even took a step back, away from him as if he'd become a complete stranger.
"Mako...you don't mean that," she said. "Do you?"
"Yes!" But after a moment the young man collapsed back in his seat, his face buried in his hands. "No. No, I don't. I'm just...so.... I've waited two years for this day. Can't he at least be a LITTLE civil?"
"Civil?" "Dad?"
Ito looked across the table at Makoto's mother. Sadly, she smiled at them. "It's okay to be angry. He's being such a sore loser that he's taking it out on everyone."
"Don't let him get to you," Akane added with a smile of her own.
"You fought him for two years," Tsubaki said. "You'll be fighting him forever."
"But...maybe someday...everything will be all right," his mother concluded. "You've accomplished what he thought you couldn't. I'm so very proud of you."
Makoto looked at his mother and his sisters, offering them all an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry," he told them. "And thank you. Thank you all for supporting me and my dream." His smile grew as his eyes rested on Ito. "Our dream," he corrected, reaching a hand out to her.
Ito blushed, accepting his hand with a smile. He squeezed it reassuringly. With a smile, she returned the gesture. He pulled her back to the table, and guided her into her seat. The rest of the family silently followed.
"A toast," Tsubaki said, raising her glass.
"To the future," Mrs. Narita said.
"To the future," everyone replied.
~TO BE CONTINUED~
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Makoto, Ito or any of the characters used in the story above. That honor goes to talented manga-ka Emura. The manga is published in English thanks to Viz Entertainment. The characters and likenesses are used here without permission. Just borrowing them for a little fun. No offense is meant. No money being made.