Saiyuu no Ryokuo: The Continuing Adventures of Yuriko, Issue 50
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Saiyuu no Ryokou: The Continuing Adventures of Yuriko
The Story So Far: Ritsuko and Midori seem to have settled their
issues for now, which makes Yuriko hopeful for the coming day. After
a week of wretchedness, she fears nothing but her own despair.
Volume 3, Issue 13
"Wheel of Fortune"
True to her word, Ritsuko was up early. With the resilience of youth,
she had straightened up the living room and made coffee and breakfast
for three by the time Yuriko had awakened. When Yuriko dragged her
ancient-feeling carcass into the kitchen, she was able to simply
stand still and allow caffeine to resurrect her, while the younger
woman bustled about inefficiently. Watching her with suspicion, Yuri
decided that it was nervous, not morning, energy. For that, Ritsuko
could be forgiven.
"Hey, your coffee is terrible!" Yuriko said cheerfully, after she had
finished a second cup.
"I know," Ritsuko ran her hands through her hair, spiking it up and
out. "I figure that someone as talented and good-looking as myself
shouldn't have to cook well, too."
Yuriko laughed. "That's a great line may I use it? Everyone is
always picking on me about my limited culinary skills."
"Please," the young woman replied with a grin. "I borrowed it from
The two were laughing together when the aforementioned author
entered, scowling. "Don't even try to explain," she said
preemptively, holding up a hand in warning.
"Wouldn't dream of it!" Yuriko polished her glasses with a corner of
her blouse, squinted through them, then cleaned them again. "I have
to get going I've got a morning TV program appearance before
rehearsal today. Can I give you a lift anywhere. Ritsuko-san?"
"That'd be great!" Ritsuko stood up straighter, but a second later,
she slumped back into a half-hunched position. "Um...but I don't want
to inconvenience you."
Yuriko noticed Midori glaring balefully at her sister, and interposed
herself between the two. "It's no inconvenience to me - and I pay the
driver. Come on."
Ritsuko smiled thankfully, while Yuriko shot a reproachful look at
her lover. After the younger woman had escaped from the room, Yuriko
shook her head.
"Don't be so harsh she's just a kid."
"Don't be so easy-going, she'll start to presume." Midori shot back.
"No, really. She's the baby of the family she's always been
spoiled." Midori made a face. "I'm as guilty of spoiling her as
anyone else, I guess."
Yuriko smiled as she wrapped her arms around the author, leaning her
chin on Midori's head "Speaking as a youngest who wishes she'd been
spoiled thank you." She kissed the other woman on top of the head.
"You are so beautiful when you scowl disapprovingly, did you know
Midori laughed and pushed Yuriko away. "Yes, as a matter of fact.
I've been told many, many times. I suppose that means that I scowl a
"Yes," Yuriko agreed pleasantly. "That's what I love about you your
disapproving nature." Seeing the look on Midori's face, Yuriko
Midori shook her head. "No, it's not that. I was just thinking about
something she said last night. I guess I am pretty judgmental." She
shrugged. "It's much too early to be philosophic about my nature.
What's for breakfast?"
"Overcooked eggs, cold toast and bad coffee," Yuriko grinned.
"Pretend I made it and be gracious."
"They are not overcooked!" Ritsuko had reentered the kitchen. "Don't
tell me that you're one of those people who likes their eggs all
runny and gooey....ewww. Midori how could you? That would be as bad
as...taking up with a morning person."
Midori just smiled at her sister's outrage, as she seated herself at
the table with a plate of food and a cup of coffee.
"Well, I'm not a morning person, but I do have to get going. Are you
ready?" Yuriko gestured for Ritsuko to precede her out into the
living room. They retrieved their coats, while Midori watched them
from the table.
"Remember, Yuri I've got that interview this evening. I won't be
home until late."
"Right I'll just go back to my place. Then I'll see you," the
singer made a quick calculation in her head. "Saturday? That long? Oh
well." While Ritsuko was heading out the door, Yuriko blew a silent
kiss in Midori's direction, then followed the other woman into the
"You two seem really happy together," Ritsuko commented once they
were in the elevator.
Yuriko nodded. "So far. And there's no one more surprised about it
than we are."
Both women lapsed into silence as the elevator carried them down to
The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. With a snap of her
fingers, as if she had just remembered something, the singer paused
slightly. "Oh, hey, before we leave, there's something you'd better
know..." She resumed walking across the foyer, with the young artist
Yuriko nodded to the doorman as they passed, which he returned with a
salute and a friendly bow.
"You're about to have your picture taken," Yuriko quipped, with a
"What?" Ritsuko stared at her for a second, then followed her through
the front door.
There was a noise like nothing Ritsuko had ever heard. The sky wasn't
fully light, but the air was already heavy with moisture and heat.
Flashing lights blinded her, and voices clamoring for attention
slammed into her from several directions. She stopped, stunned by the
commotion, but Yuriko took the girl firmly in hand, and steered her
towards the waiting car. She helped Ritsuko into the back seat, then
turned and waved to the cameras, smiling and shooting off a few bland
phrases of greeting. After a moment or two, Yuriko seated herself
and closed the door against the noise of the paparazzi, then let out
an audible sigh.
"I don't know how they know..." Yuriko muttered, "But they always
Staring out the window, Ritsuko could see that the "crowd" had, in
fact been only a very few people, but her retinas still burned with
the flashes and her ears rung with questions.
The tall blonde turned towards the girl seated next to her, smiling
at the familiar dazed look in her eyes.
"You're famous now," she said with a cynical laugh.
To Be Continued.
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