Apart from the Ocean, part 3
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estiriseHere's part 3 of "Apart from the Ocean".
Title: Apart from the Ocean (part 3)
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estirose
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Words: ~500
Characters: Shinoda Aya (OC), Kuramae Noboru (OC)
Warnings/Rating: 8+/PG
Prompt: Table 2, prompt: Mountain
Summary: Aya has to live with the fact that monsters don't think like humans.
Author's Notes: I'm hoping to use as many of the 25 prompts as I can for one story, and am therefore designating parts as I go along. Any left over prompts will be used as snapshots on Aya's life. Since the characters are Japanese, I've used Japanese name order here. The universe itself belongs to Toei and TV-Asahi, as does the original version of Kuramae Noboru.
Kuramae-san had a car. She'd known that previously, but she never thought he'd drive to his sister's. "Much more convenient this way," he'd said. "Plus, I like the scenery better than the train."
"But we could talk about the scenery on the train," Aya had objected.
"I like stopping. Seeing the mountains. Choosing my own schedule instead of going by somebody else's," he said. "Having my own destiny."
So, they'd driven across Japan from Hiroshima on their way to Otsu, talking as he drove.
"So, have you ever thought of getting married, having kids?" he asked. She blinked, caught unprepared by the question. She'd never brought it up, and neither had he, of course.
"When I was younger," she said. "Not nowadays, not when I got into swimming. I didn't have any time. And when I retired from competitive swimming, I... guess I never thought about it." She had, of course, a lot. But revealing that would bring up more questions, more probing questions, and she didn't want to explain why she didn't want her father to have grandkids.
"It's too bad," he said. "You know, when I met you, you seemed so *young* for your age. And so pretty. And you have a brain to match. It seems a shame that you haven't thought of kids."
"Competitive swimming does that to you," Aya told him, hoping that would be the end of the matter. She knew she looked young for her age, one of the things she'd gotten from her father's side of the family. Something that she'd be living with for a long time, though at least her father would still outlive her by a few centuries. "And as I've gotten older, I just really haven't been interested." Her father's attitudes had certainly squashed that fast.
"How do your parents feel about it?" he asked. "Mine want grandkids." She saw him grin at that, as if he was amused by his parents.
"Mom doesn't," she said. "I presume my father does, but I don't talk to him, so I don't really know."
"Where do your parents live?" he asked. "Are they married?"
Aya shook her head. "No. It's... complicated. Mom lives in Mihara, my father lives in Tokyo. They... don't get along." That was the understatement of the year. She hoped that he would never ask to meet her father; he could be easily mistaken for her little brother.
"Oh," he said, but didn't say anything more.
She studied the scenery. They were going by a lot of mountains, mountains she'd never been on. She didn't dare move far from the coast or the sea, not without ample preparation. She might not have liked her father, but she knew he spoke the truth about certain things, and she wasn't about to risk her health proving him wrong.
They ate lunch from food he'd packed, and she, drowsy, fell asleep in the passenger seat.
Title: Apart from the Ocean (part 3)
Author:
estiroseFandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Words: ~500
Characters: Shinoda Aya (OC), Kuramae Noboru (OC)
Warnings/Rating: 8+/PG
Prompt: Table 2, prompt: Mountain
Summary: Aya has to live with the fact that monsters don't think like humans.
Author's Notes: I'm hoping to use as many of the 25 prompts as I can for one story, and am therefore designating parts as I go along. Any left over prompts will be used as snapshots on Aya's life. Since the characters are Japanese, I've used Japanese name order here. The universe itself belongs to Toei and TV-Asahi, as does the original version of Kuramae Noboru.
Kuramae-san had a car. She'd known that previously, but she never thought he'd drive to his sister's. "Much more convenient this way," he'd said. "Plus, I like the scenery better than the train."
"But we could talk about the scenery on the train," Aya had objected.
"I like stopping. Seeing the mountains. Choosing my own schedule instead of going by somebody else's," he said. "Having my own destiny."
So, they'd driven across Japan from Hiroshima on their way to Otsu, talking as he drove.
"So, have you ever thought of getting married, having kids?" he asked. She blinked, caught unprepared by the question. She'd never brought it up, and neither had he, of course.
"When I was younger," she said. "Not nowadays, not when I got into swimming. I didn't have any time. And when I retired from competitive swimming, I... guess I never thought about it." She had, of course, a lot. But revealing that would bring up more questions, more probing questions, and she didn't want to explain why she didn't want her father to have grandkids.
"It's too bad," he said. "You know, when I met you, you seemed so *young* for your age. And so pretty. And you have a brain to match. It seems a shame that you haven't thought of kids."
"Competitive swimming does that to you," Aya told him, hoping that would be the end of the matter. She knew she looked young for her age, one of the things she'd gotten from her father's side of the family. Something that she'd be living with for a long time, though at least her father would still outlive her by a few centuries. "And as I've gotten older, I just really haven't been interested." Her father's attitudes had certainly squashed that fast.
"How do your parents feel about it?" he asked. "Mine want grandkids." She saw him grin at that, as if he was amused by his parents.
"Mom doesn't," she said. "I presume my father does, but I don't talk to him, so I don't really know."
"Where do your parents live?" he asked. "Are they married?"
Aya shook her head. "No. It's... complicated. Mom lives in Mihara, my father lives in Tokyo. They... don't get along." That was the understatement of the year. She hoped that he would never ask to meet her father; he could be easily mistaken for her little brother.
"Oh," he said, but didn't say anything more.
She studied the scenery. They were going by a lot of mountains, mountains she'd never been on. She didn't dare move far from the coast or the sea, not without ample preparation. She might not have liked her father, but she knew he spoke the truth about certain things, and she wasn't about to risk her health proving him wrong.
They ate lunch from food he'd packed, and she, drowsy, fell asleep in the passenger seat.
