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Asuka, Nara Prefecture, Japan
February 2, 20XX 12:55
"Ryo~ma," Ryoma heard. Sounds like she's in a good mood. He thought, looking up from his book. "Lunch is ready!"
"Coming," He called back, setting the book down on his desk. As he got up, he glanced out his window. It looked like everyone in the village was preparing for something. Maybe there was a festival coming up? He and Isabel had only been around for about six months and for most of those months they'd just been working nonstop. Working for the mafia really meant they had no free time. I wonder... since we're not doing anything strenuous for this month...
"Ryo~ma," Isabel called again. He hurried to the dining room. Isabel was watching TV, but she looked up when she saw him. "Oh, you came."
"You called." He said, sitting down across from her. "Oh, it's shrimp tempura today."
"Yes. You said you didn't want any kartoffelpuffer."
Ryoma chuckled. Isabel made mostly German dishes. He hadn't been aware of it, but she was part German and part Japanese. But she'd lived in America-- he didn't know what she ate at home before he'd started living with her. He was actually a pretty big fan of schnitzel, though. "You could've made something else."
"Well, I figured I'd learn something new. We don't get meat very often anyway, and I need that for German dishes. Why do you only buy fish?"
"Because fish is cheap."
"At least get pork cutlets." She complained, though she didn't seem too upset.
"Then why don't you go shopping instead?" Ryoma asked, glancing at the TV. She seemed to be watching a home shopping channel. "Why are you watching this?"
"Hmm? Oh, I was interested. I was looking at a forum about Shop Channel and I--" She paused when the annoucer showed a mixer. "...Ah. It's better than ours."
"Couldn't you just modify ours to work how you want it to?"
"Maybe." She said, glancing at him. "Anyway, I don't like going into the village. I dislike how everyone looks at me."
"...Yeah." Ryoma murmured. "I get some looks, but it can't be nearly as bad as you."
"Thanks."
"Uh... sorry." Ryoma smiled nervously. "...But, I think there's a festival going on here."
"A festival?"
"Yeah. There's a lot of people setting stuff up." Ryoma said. "Didn't you look outside today?"
"Oh, no. I was in the middle of something important." She said. "...Is there a festival here? I mean, it's so small. I feel like it would be pointless."
"I don't know. Maybe it's just a way for everyone to get together, not really a festival?"
"...Ahh." She nodded. "I see."
"Do you want to go?"
"Go to the festival..." She murmured. "I guess. Why not? Is it today?"
"I don't know. We should go see."
"Do I have to wear a kimono or a yukata or whatever? My dad said that was normal here."
"I'm... pretty sure it doesn't matter. We're outsiders anyway."
"Right." She nodded. "Then we can go after lunch, I guess."
Ryoma nodded, starting to eat. "Agh, what did you do to this? It's so salty!"
"Huh? I'm sure I didn't put that much salt into it." She said, eating her food as calmly as ever.
"..." Ryoma sighed. "...Do we have any of the kartoffelpuffer left over?"
"I don't know. Probably." She changed the channel as Ryoma got up to go to the kitchen.
"In entertainment news, Fuji Shuusuke's newest movie comes out next week. We'll be sitting down with him to talk about his relationship with his co-star, Hanamura Aoi." The reporter said.
"Another Shuusuke film...?" Isabel murmured.
He found the potato pancakes in the fridge. I'll just swap this out with the tempura, then. "You don't like him?"
"I didn't say that. I'm just surprised. He's always in scandals." She said. "I don't know how he gets work."
Ryoma went back to the table and sat down, starting to eat again. "Because he's... really hot, I guess?"
"You think so?" She asked. "...Hmm. I don't know. Hanamura's much prettier than he is."
"She's a woman, though."
"Yeah, but he's pretty, not hot. He's just a pretty person."
"Is that what you think?" Ryoma murmured.
"You like men," Isabel said, gazing at him. "So, is he attractive to you?"
"Wh-What?"
"I mean, if he was in a bar and coming on to you, would you take him to a hotel and just demolish him, or--"
"Yes, but not in those terms!" Ryoma interrupted. "...But I'd totally fuck him if he came onto me. You wouldn't?"
"I'm not interested."
"What about Hanamura?"
"I said I'm not interested."
She might actually be asexual. Ryoma thought. Isabel never mentioned her orientation, but she didn't seem interested in anyone. "But you're right about Shuusuke being in a lot of affairs and scandals. He's kind of a womanizer, isn't he?"
"Something like that." She said. "...Ah, but I've always wanted to do something to someone like that."
"How specific."
"I'd make him submit." Isabel said. Ryoma sighed.
"Not this again."
"Think about how awesome it would be to make someone who dominates women completely submissive to one." She said, finishing her food and pointing her fork at him. "I'd do it to you too, but I like you."
"You're kind of awful." Ryoma said.
"You'd like it." She snorted. "Being someone's master is like a thrill. If someone has to beg you to do the most basic of functions, you get this sense of authority like no other. Way different from taking care of a child. If someone hangs on your every word... or, say, lives for your approval..."
"Could you handle that?"
"I could. Couldn't you?"
"I don't know."
"We could try it." She said. "We could find someone for you to dominate. You could dominate people, you've got that stubbornness."
Ryoma laughed and glanced at the TV. Shuusuke was talking with a pair of reporters. "Do you think he'd actually submit?"
"Breaking them in is the best part."
"How many people have you done this to?"
"..." She seemed to be counting. "I guess fifteen."
"Fifteen? Where are they now?"
"I dunno. I mean I usually discard them when I'm done using them as furniture."
"You use people as furniture?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Because I like pretty things. And I like when pretty things are useful."
"You're a strange woman."
"Yeah, I know." She said, getting up and picking up her dishes. "If we weren't working together, I'd probably have turned you into a chair or something a long time ago."
"That's messed up."
"Is it?" She headed to the kitchen. Ryoma watched as Hanamura sat next to Shuusuke. The duo seemed like a very mature couple-- Hanamura was older than Shuusuke and definitely seemed that way in comparison to him. He wondered if they were having a relationship. Neither of them were married... or dating. Shuusuke might've been dating. He only ever dated women, as far as Ryoma could tell. Kind of a shame, He thought. He's pretty good looking. The words from the interview washed over him-- he didn't really care about the new movie since he wasn't going to see it.
"Ryoma," Isabel said. "Hurry and finish eating. Let's go to the village and see what's going on."
"Okay." He said. He finished eating as she cleaned up in the kitchen. "Have you been working on the device?"
"Hmm? oh, yes." Isabel murmured. "I have an idea so that we don't have to do a surgery. Well, I mean, I guess we would, but-- no shaving the patient's heads and all that."
"Do you want to put it into effect now?"
"Sure. But probably not on the dog. I'll work on it, but it'd be best not to use it right now."
Ryoma got up, picking up his dishes. "You want to use an endoscope or something through the nose?"
"Yeah."
"...Hmm."
"I was hoping I could make it self guiding."
He handed her his plates and headed back into the dining room. "Self guiding?"
"Yeah. Make it so that it just needs to be inhaled..." She frowned. "I'd need test subjects."
"We're low on those." He turned off the TV as she wandered out towards him.
"Right?" She sighed. "Well, let's get going."
Asuka, Nara Prefecture, Japan
February 2, 20XX 14:30
After wandering around for a while, Ryoma was uncertain as to why this festival was happening at all. Apparently it was just lighting up candles in a shrine. There was a bigger shrine in Kasugano-cho, but most of the villagers just stayed in Asuka. Isabel seemed interested enough. The festival was actually on the 3rd, but people were setting up since they sold little trinkets early in the morning, then decorated lanterns in the night.
"So you lived in Japan for a little while, Ryoma. What's the point of this?" Isabel asked.
"I didn't live here, and I don't remember this festival. It might be regional."
"Huh."
"You've never had a festival or something like that?"
"My mom said there was a carnival in the Carribbean," Isabel said. "But I never went. And I don't remember anything like that in Germany."
"Oh. This'll be interesting for you."
"I guess it will." She said, as they passed a stall with good luck charms. "Oh, this is cute. Good luck charms, huh?"
"Ah. Maybe we should buy one." Ryoma said.
"You want one?" A voice from behind them made both of them jump. "Oh! Didn't mean to scare you!"
Ryoma turned. The guy behind them was tall with spiky hair and a huge smile. He seemed really happy about them wanting the charms. "Uh..."
"I'm Momoshiro Takeshi. But Momo's fine," He said, cheerily. "You two are the eloped couple from the house on the mountain, right?"
"Eloped couple?" Ryoma asked.
"We're not eloped or anything." Isabel said. "...Ah, I'm Satire Isabel."
"I'm Echizen Ryoma." Ryoma greeted.
"You didn't elope?" Momoshiro asked. "...Huh. I guess that's just a rumor. People say it like it's the truth, but I should've guessed."
"Why are people talking about us?" Isabel wondered. Ryoma didn't bother answering that.
"Momo...uh, kun?"
"Momo-chan's okay."
"Absolutely not."
"Momo-sama?"
"No."
"Momo-kun then."
"...Momo-kun," Ryoma resisted the urge to let out a long sigh, "Are these yours?" He motioned to the charms.
"My girlfriend made them," Momoshiro said proudly. "They're all handmade."
"What's in them?" Isabel wondered.
"Nothing yet." Ryoma said. "You can put pictures or small trinkets in them."
"Oh, I see..." Isabel said, looking interested.
"You've never had a charm before?" Momoshiro asked.
"No, I've never had one." Isabel said.
"You should get one!" Momoshiro said. "An would probably be pissed if I gave you one for free, though. She'll be back in a minute, so if you want you could ask her."
"Really?!" Isabel smiled brightly. She's really in a good mood today. Ryoma thought. "Today's a good day!"
"Glad to hear it!" Momoshiro said. "So, you guys aren't new, right? How come you haven't been in the village that much?"
Isabel was too busy looking at the handiwork of the charms. Ryoma answered, "We're foreigners, so it's hard to do anything without getting weird looks. Especially for Isabel."
"Ah, yeah..." Momoshiro said, seeming apologetic. "An comes from here, so she doesn't get looks, but I used to. I came from Tokyo, so I'm used to seeing all sorts of people. But you know, the further into Japan you go, the less they like new people."
"Yeah," Ryoma agreed.
"Ah, well, just ignore them. Uh, in your case, Echizen." Momoshiro said. "They're probably just gossiping about you, which is usually just a bunch of lies anyway."
"That's not really making me feel better."
"It wasn't supposed to!" Momoshiro laughed. "But that's how I got through it."
"It might be different for me, since they think I eloped with Isabel."
"Yeah, since you're living together. You're just roommates, but here it's so traditional that's like... strange."
"Yeah." Ryoma muttered. "I wish we could've just been in Tokyo."
"You could still go. But then they'll just make up more gossip about you. You know, maybe you should go! I'll call you if they decide you and Satire-san are being chased by the mafia!" Momoshiro laughed and Ryoma looked at the townsperson with some interest. Momoshiro certainly wasn't the most handsome person he'd ever seen, but maybe it was his personality combined with his looks that made him seem attractive. He wondered if Momoshiro spoke English, because he really wanted to know what Isabel thought of him. He could ask her right in front of him, if he didn't understand English. But he was sure Isabel would just ask Ryoma what he thought, and he wasn't sure if he liked Momoshiro's looks-- or having to call him Momo-kun.
"Takeshi!" A young woman jogged over. "I've got the tool kit!"
Ryoma noted Isabel's whole body perk at the mention of tools. He asked, "Are you guys building something?"
"We're just fixing the stall." Momoshiro said. "An, this is Echizen Ryoma and Satire Isabel. You know, the eloped couple?"
"We just went over this," Isabel complained.
"Ha! I just wanted to see how you'd take it," Momoshiro laughed. "This is my girlfriend, Tachibana An."
"Nice to meet you," The petite woman smiled at them.
"Nice to meet you too." Ryoma said.
"Yes, nice to meet you," Isabel said. "...And we're not an eloped couple. We're barely a couple."
"Barely implies that we are one," Ryoma pointed out.
"Shut up, Ryoma."
"An, Satire-san isn't from around here and she's never had a charm before. Want to give her a free one?"
"Sure," An said. "Where are you from, Satire-san?"
"I grew up in Germany." Isabel said. "But I moved to America during high school."
"Really? Is that where you and Echizen-kun met?"
"No," Isabel said. "We met in college. What about you and Momo-kun?"
"We met in middle school."
The two women chattered and Ryoma turned to Momoshiro.
"So what do you do around here for fun?"
Momoshiro sighed. "Well, there isn't much to do," He admitted. "But there's a tennis court here, so I usually play there."
"You play tennis?"
"Yep. Do you? I could use a partner."
Ryoma smirked. "You'll just lose."
Momoshiro grinned. "Oh? I look forward to wiping that smirk off your face."
"I look forward to making you admit I'm better than you."
"It would take a thousand lose string of matches for me to admit you're better than me."
"Really? You're on. First to one thousand straight wins is officially better."
Momoshiro laughed. "How often do you think we'd have to play for me to get 1000 wins?"
"Probably until you die." Ryoma said.
"Well, this conversation sounds way more interesting than I thought it would." An said.
"I know, right?" Isabel said. "...But I've got to go back. I still have work to do, so take as much time as you need Ryoma."
"Sure." He said.
"Thanks for the charm, Tachibana-san. I'll come back tomorrow for the festival and buy another one!"
"Great! I'll be waiting!" Tachibana said.
"Come home in time for dinner, Ryoma." Isabel said. "I'll make Flädlesuppe."
"I don't know what that is." Ryoma said.
"It's okay. You'll like it." She said lightly.
"Alright. But don't work too hard."
"No promises." She said, waving and leaving.
"So,what do you think? Want to play some tennis?" Momoshiro asked, grinning.
"No way." An said. "Echizen-kun, Satire-san said you'd help me fix this stall. After that, you can play tennis."
Ryoma agreed and set about helping An with the stall. I wonder how long we have to spend time so peacefully? He thought idly. Before we have to finish the project...
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