Saiyuu no Ryouko, the Continuing Adventures of Yurikon, Issue 25
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Saiyuu no Ryouko: The Continuing Adventures of Yuriko
The Story So Far: Yuriko finds many mysteries to ponder in her first
day with Midori's family who is crying outside at midnight? And what
was Midori's hobby in high school?
Volume 2, Issue 9
Yuriko woke with two distinct sensations the words "I love your
stomach" on her lips and the recognition that her feet were cold. The
first slipped from her mind almost immediately, but the second
persisted. The window was still open and a distinctly cool draft was
wafting across the bed. She squirmed, hoping to rub some warmth back
into her feet, but it was hopeless.
Yuri was now wide-awake and unusually restless. Moving carefully so
that she would not disturb Midori, she dressed and left the room,
carrying a pair of sneakers.
The house was quiet. At least in this wing, there was no sound. Yuriko
thought she could hear some faint noise from the children's rooms
she decided not to investigate. Without conscious thought, she found
herself lacing her sneakers up and heading out of the house.
It was cold outside - Yuriko shivered in her jacket and rubbed her
hands together. It struck her as odd that, just two mornings ago she
had woken up to another foul, humid, hot Tokyo morning, and here she
stood, a few hours away in space and not that much further in time,
shivering from the cold and taking deep breaths of pine-scented air.
She walked randomly towards the stand of trees, scanning the area for
she wasn't quite sure what. The springy grass would hardly show
footprints from late last night in the morning dew, and even if it
did, what would she have learned other than that someone was up even
earlier than she was? She looked back at the house and realized that
she had no idea which window belonged to her room, or which of the
several pine trees stood in its direct line of sight. With an
expansive shrug, Yuriko gave up her nascent detective career and
started a brisk walk around the lake.
The lake was shrouded in mist, the houses silent in the morning. The
crunch of her feet on the gravel wasn't loud, but was satisfying.
Yuriko picked up her pace, breaking into a light run. She was slightly
surprised at her energy she wasn't in the habit of exercising when
she wasn't required to, but somehow it felt right. Maybe it was the
air, or maybe it was her body's way of preventing pain when she
returned to Madame Sophia's gentle ministrations. Or maybe, she
thought as she completed the first lap, maybe it just feels good,
sometimes, to run. She laughed out loud at the thought. Maybe she
ought to call Ruriko-sensei and let her know that her erstwhile
forward had *finally* bought into the whole exercise thing.
The sun was rising over the surrounding hills, burning the mist off of
the lake now. Yuri could make out ripples on the lake where fish were
feeding, and ducks sliding across the surface. She waved at a pair of
ducks who stared impassively back at her.
On the third lap, she watched as a car pulled away from one of the
houses, and briefly wondered who they were and where they were going.
She rounded the corner and headed back towards the house at a full out
run, but pulled up at the sight of someone coming towards her. The
figure was too far away to make out, but it waved and Yuriko waved
back, slowing to a jog. She squinted as the figure came closer it
was male, anyway, all of the women in the house had longer hair than
that. He broke into a lope of his own that brought them within hailing
distance of each other.
"Good morning!" the voice proclaimed the figure to be Satoshi his
voice was rather higher pitched than his brothers'.
"Good morning!" Yuriko replied, as she jogged the last few meters and
met him on the path.
"You're up early," Satoshi said with a smile. "I have to admit, I
didn't think you'd be a morning and exercise person. Please don't tell
me you're a health nut."
Yuriko grinned. "Only on vacation back in the city, I'm a total
Satoshi chuckled. "Somehow I doubt that. I had heard that you were a
bit of a player in the past, but...oh my goodness, that was impossibly
rude, wasn't it?" He pushed his glasses up his nose to cover the fact
that he was blushing slightly.
Waving away his discomfort, Yuriko nodded. "I was, but not any more."
She thought about it for a second and continued, "I suppose that kind
of thing must concern the family."
"A little, I suppose, but Sis has always been uncommonly self-reliant.
" Satoshi looked around then gestured at his sneaker-clad feet. "Um, I
was going to do a few laps myself want to join me, or were you
Yuriko stretched her legs a little. "I think I'm okay for a few more.
I'd like the company."
Satoshi grinned. "And the chance to pump me for information, I bet."
"Well, yeah, that too." Yuri grinned happily. She and Satoshi set off
at a leisurely pace. "So, let's start with the basics...tell me all
about Midori in tedious detail starting with her birth."
Satoshi laughed at that. "Let's see, she's um, opinionated, competent
and a bit of a loner, I guess. She's a born writer one of my
earliest memories of Mi-chan was of her copying my writing homework
when she was like five or so. She used to sit all of us down and make
up the most amazing stories about things that lived in the woods
around here spirits and gods and animals...some of it was local
legend that she elaborated on, some she just, well, made up."
Yuriko knew perfectly well that she was grinning foolishly, but
decided she was allowed. "What do you do for a living, Satoshi-san? I
know Hayao-san writes, and Gin-san helps your father run the business.
"I'm a mechanical engineer," Satoshi smiled patiently, "and you have
my permission to let your eyes glaze over now. I'm the black sheep in
this family of creative types I can't draw or write, or sing, as you
heard last night."
"A black sheep?" Yuriko was incredulous. "Can this family even *have*
a black sheep? You're all so...different." She thought about that,
even as she said it. There was something important there, but she
couldn't pinpoint it now.
Satoshi was also lost in thought. "It's true we're a diverse bunch,"
he agreed. "But even so, I'm the only scientist in the group. Even the
technical manuals Hayao works on he specializes in graphic programs,
computer sims, 3-D graphics, that kind of thing. I just couldn't wrap
my mind around pictures and words. But numbers...they make sense.
They're totally predictable."
Yuriko watched in fascination as Satoshi rhapsodized about his
specialty. She hadn't realized that there were people other than her
brother who thought this way. "You know," she said when Satoshi
paused, "I think you'd get along well with my brother he works in
artificial intelligence...I think. I can never quite understand what
he's talking about."
"At the risk of being rude - again if you can't understand anything
he says, he's definitely a mathematician." He smiled pleasantly at
She reflected on the easy way Midori's family had about them. Writer,
architect, engineer, they all had a simple, down-to-earth charm...the
kind of charm it had taken her years to learn. She admired and
resented them all for a moment or two.
"Now," Satoshi said, breathing a little heavily, "it's your turn to
tell me about Yuriko. We obviously know a lot about you but we don't
know anything about you, if you know what I mean. And Midori is my
little sister I'm supposed to watch out for her."
"What would you like to know?" Yuriko felt a tense knot crawl into her
stomach. What could she say about herself to this man? She had no
academic credentials, no real accomplishments....
Satoshi mused. "I guess I'd like to know about Yuriko the person,
instead of Yuriko the persona." He ducked his head. "When we heard
that you and Sis were together, we..." he paused and bit his lip, "we
only knew what we had heard, you know, and we were concerned. She's
made some rash choices before."
Yuriko nodded sagely. "Haven't we all?"
They jogged on in silence for a short while. Yuriko shot the man
beside her a quick look and decided to lay it all on the line. "Look,
I'm not exactly the deepest person on the planet, I'm a pop idol. I
act, I sing, I do stupid game shows and advertisements and I'm at the
beck and call of my agent, my manager, my fans and whoever's writing
the check that week. I can't claim to be anything special. But I can
tell you this Midori is the most important person in the world to
me..." she stopped speaking, her throat tightening up of its own
She cleared her throat and continued. "When left to myself, I like to
read, preferably something with depth, I have an inordinate fondness
for string quartets and cello concertos, and I like to dance."
"The last we knew," Satoshi's voice was pleasant, but Yuriko blushed
"Yeah, the TV thing. I'm sorry about that...it was kind of
Satoshi waved her concern away. "I figured that it had something to do
with the tabloid story about you and the teacher." He glanced at her
quickly. "That wasn't true, I assume?"
"Not at all," Yuriko spoke with fervor. "So, to abruptly change the
subject, how about heading back and getting some breakfast?"
"Good idea. Yuu should be up and I know the kids all are..."
"Your children are very..." Yuriko groped for an appropriate term,
"energetic." They stopped on the lawn and began stretching out.
Satoshi barked with laughter. "You don't know the half of it you met
them after a long day of swimming and playing. They were downright
laid back. That's one of the reasons I jog I have to be able to keep
up with them! And it doesn't help that my wife is an ex-athlete. I'm
behind my desk all day, to make matters worse."
Yuriko seized on the bit that she found intriguing. "An ex-athlete?
What did she play?"
"Soccer. She played forward. Made the national team one year." He
didn't bother keeping the pride out of his voice.
As they walked back into the house, Yuriko tried to fit the mental
picture she had of Yuuka with the image of a star soccer forward. She
couldn't make it work.
The house smelled of pancakes as they entered. Akane went running by,
giggling, followed closely by Kurika, shouting "give it back!"
Yuriko looked back with longing at the peaceful lake, then shut the
door behind her. She smiled at Satoshi, then bowed to Ritsuko who was
walking across the living room floor muttering about coffee and noise.
"Good morning," Midori greeted her with a cup of coffee and a bright
smile. "You were up early."
Grinning, Yuriko took the coffee and squeezed Midori's hand in thanks.
"I woke up with cold feet and thought I'd go for a jog.'
Midori leaned forward, speaking softly into Yuriko's ear. "Next time
your feet are cold, just wake me up. I can think of better ways than
jogging to warm up."
Yuriko's face colored. She glanced covertly around, and realized in a
moment of intense clarity just what it meant to be part of a big
family. Three adults were busy chastising two different children for
several different transgressions. The living room was filled with
people in various stages of dress, some still non-verbal before coffee
or tea had revived them, others chattering a mile a minute. Not a
single person was paying any attention to them at all. Yuriko felt
dizzy with the sensation of too much happening at once to follow.
A small warmth made Yuriko glance back down at her lover. Midori had
placed a hand on Yuri's arm. Yuriko grinned. "I'll remember that
To Be Continued
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