Divorce! Fic for forbiden_past
Title: Divorce!
Pairing: TezuFuji
Author: Neerod (dhorz)
Prompter: forbiden_past
Prompt: Chibi!Tezuka/Chibi!Fuji:still tenipuri family, grandpa!Tezuka/marilyn relationship made grandma!Fuji got jealous and asked for divorce!
Word count: 958
Genre: Comedy, romance
Rating: PG
Summary: [TeniPuri Family] Grandma demands divorce, and Marilyn is the root of all evil. Some chibi corniness and sap.
Author’s Notes: From this point here on, ‘Fujiko’ shall be the name of grandma!Fuji. And grandpa!Tezuka is still Kunimitsu. I turned Renji into a lawyer here. Oh, and there is italics abuse.
Dina-chan, I hope this is good! (And treat this as your b-day gift too!)
And thank you to speadee for the beta!
~~~~~
Grandpa had a lovely dream, but woke up too early, and did not get to offer Marilyn’s twin to Grandma. Maybe he would dream of it again sometime.
He went to the kitchen to find Grandma and their elder grandson already seated. Ryoma-kun had a sour look on his face, as if he detested the Western-style breakfast before him with all his heart, though his stomach undoubtedly said otherwise. Grandma had a sunny smile on her face.
“Good morning,” Grandpa greeted.
“Good morning to you too!” Grandma greeted back, and stood up to offer a seat, which he took. His inner alarm blared once, then went quiet. “I’ve cooked breakfast today.”
“Where’s Shuuko?”
“Still in bed. She does not want to get up.”
Grandpa stared at the innocent-looking sunny-side-up on the plate and wondered where the wasabi was hidden. Grandma’s culinary skills were disastrous at best, and Grandpa had never failed to throw up afterwards. The last time she cooked breakfast, she had hidden the wasabi in the yolk, and goodness knows how she did it.
“Here it is.” Grandma shoved a saucer of wasabi towards him as if she knew he was looking for it. “It’s wasabi dip.”
“I’m not hungry!” Ryoma-kun declared and stormed out of the room, leaving Grandpa alone with his diabolical wife. Grandpa gaped and almost leaped up to follow his grandson, but Grandma managed to seize his arm in an unbelievable grip, and he turned his head to look at her.
“I’ve prepared this breakfast just for you,” she said.
Grandpa was suspicious, because the last time she made breakfast just for him, she was preparing to cut Marilyn down.
“Ah… I’m flattered,” he replied for lack of a better answer. “But I am not hungry.”
“Why not? Are you sick? Is your stomach in pain? Do you want medicine?”
“No.”
At that moment she looked so sad and hurt, so he decided he could survive this meal. After all, it was certainly rare that Grandma made something just for him.
With shaky hands he took the fork and cut off a portion of the egg. Then he bit into a piece of bread, ate the bacon, drank the juice, and waited. There certainly was a catch to this…
“How is it?”
Grandpa nodded. “It tastes good.”
“Then it’s decided.”
“…What?”
“You’re mine.”
Grandpa gaped. “Whatever has gotten into your head?”
She glared at him. Something had really gotten into her head, and it’s one of those stupid ideas that made him wish he could knock some sense into her with his Zero-Shiki. “Whatever, you say? Most definitely Marilyn can not cook!”
“M-Marilyn!” What the hell?
“The love of your life!” she sneered. “If you want to marry her so much you can divorce me!”
She must be crazy, Grandpa decided.
“…Did you bump your head or something, Fujiko?” he asked.
A plate suddenly sailed towards his head, and before he can drive it away with his Tezuka-Zooone, it hit his forehead, and he yelped and stumbled. A big bump formed on his head.
She stormed away.
~~~~~
When Grandma shoved the papers to his face, hitting the bump, Grandpa realized that, she was indeed serious about the divorce.
“B-but Fujiko!” Grandpa stuttered. “Why?”
Grandma shot a poisonous glare at the potted bonsai, Grandpa’s prized possession, and the love of his life-no, make that one of the two loves of his life. “I’m divorcing you so that you can marry it. Satisfied?”
“Marilyn is not an it, Fujiko! She-“
“See! You’re even defending her! Yanagi-kun! Yanagi-kun!”
Yanagi-kun, Sadaharu-kun’s weird-eyed friend, came running, out of breath. “Hai?”
“Kunimitsu is signing it,” Grandma stated.
“Who says I’m signing it! I’m not signing anything, Fujiko! This-this is ridiculous!”
“But you’ll have Marilyn.” Grandma sounded bitter, and Grandpa did not understand-he’s never gotten jealous of Yuuta-kun, has he not? “Let’s get this over with, Kunimitsu. I want my freedom.”
Grandpa glared at her, because he couldn’t understand what she was thinking. Divorce! It was outrageous.
He opened his mouth to shout, but reconsidered it, and instead barked, “20 laps around the town, now!”
“W-what!”
“You too, Yanagi-kun!” Grandpa ordered.
“H-hai!”
As they ran, Grandpa went to Marilyn and caressed her beautiful green leaves. She was his inspiration, and no one soothed his soul like she did. Confused, his chibi hands reached for the watering can.
Right, no one else soothed his soul like Grandma did, and Marilyn couldn’t beat her, not in forever.
~~~~~
So when Grandma returned, Grandpa rushed to her, cried, and clung to her that she’s so surprised she could not react.
“Please do not divorce me, sweetheart!” Grandpa begged.
Eyes watering, Grandma gently touched the bump on his forehead and cried. “Yes, sweetheart, I will not! I love you!”
“I love you too! More than I love Marilyn, more than I love anything else in the world!”
They cried together and swore they will not part until death, and Grandpa silently promised to give her some money and accompany her in a shopping spree in case she decided to kill Marilyn afterwards. Better safe than sorry.
~~~~~
Shuuko, Sadaharu, and a sweaty, exhausted Renji watched as Grandpa and Grandma left for the mall.
“For the forty-sixth time,” Renji complained to Sadaharu, “your mother has tricked me. The next time I come here, I am really going to charge you a fee, divorce or not!”
Sadaharu laughed. “That’s also the forty-fifth time you say so.”
Renji sighed. “Seriously, tell me if they’re going to divorce for sure. I don’t like running those laps.”
“No one does,” Sadaharu agreed, and they laughed, chibi-style, because it’s a happy ending.
The End
Pairing: TezuFuji
Author: Neerod (dhorz)
Prompter: forbiden_past
Prompt: Chibi!Tezuka/Chibi!Fuji:still tenipuri family, grandpa!Tezuka/marilyn relationship made grandma!Fuji got jealous and asked for divorce!
Word count: 958
Genre: Comedy, romance
Rating: PG
Summary: [TeniPuri Family] Grandma demands divorce, and Marilyn is the root of all evil. Some chibi corniness and sap.
Author’s Notes: From this point here on, ‘Fujiko’ shall be the name of grandma!Fuji. And grandpa!Tezuka is still Kunimitsu. I turned Renji into a lawyer here. Oh, and there is italics abuse.
Dina-chan, I hope this is good! (And treat this as your b-day gift too!)
And thank you to speadee for the beta!
~~~~~
Grandpa had a lovely dream, but woke up too early, and did not get to offer Marilyn’s twin to Grandma. Maybe he would dream of it again sometime.
He went to the kitchen to find Grandma and their elder grandson already seated. Ryoma-kun had a sour look on his face, as if he detested the Western-style breakfast before him with all his heart, though his stomach undoubtedly said otherwise. Grandma had a sunny smile on her face.
“Good morning,” Grandpa greeted.
“Good morning to you too!” Grandma greeted back, and stood up to offer a seat, which he took. His inner alarm blared once, then went quiet. “I’ve cooked breakfast today.”
“Where’s Shuuko?”
“Still in bed. She does not want to get up.”
Grandpa stared at the innocent-looking sunny-side-up on the plate and wondered where the wasabi was hidden. Grandma’s culinary skills were disastrous at best, and Grandpa had never failed to throw up afterwards. The last time she cooked breakfast, she had hidden the wasabi in the yolk, and goodness knows how she did it.
“Here it is.” Grandma shoved a saucer of wasabi towards him as if she knew he was looking for it. “It’s wasabi dip.”
“I’m not hungry!” Ryoma-kun declared and stormed out of the room, leaving Grandpa alone with his diabolical wife. Grandpa gaped and almost leaped up to follow his grandson, but Grandma managed to seize his arm in an unbelievable grip, and he turned his head to look at her.
“I’ve prepared this breakfast just for you,” she said.
Grandpa was suspicious, because the last time she made breakfast just for him, she was preparing to cut Marilyn down.
“Ah… I’m flattered,” he replied for lack of a better answer. “But I am not hungry.”
“Why not? Are you sick? Is your stomach in pain? Do you want medicine?”
“No.”
At that moment she looked so sad and hurt, so he decided he could survive this meal. After all, it was certainly rare that Grandma made something just for him.
With shaky hands he took the fork and cut off a portion of the egg. Then he bit into a piece of bread, ate the bacon, drank the juice, and waited. There certainly was a catch to this…
“How is it?”
Grandpa nodded. “It tastes good.”
“Then it’s decided.”
“…What?”
“You’re mine.”
Grandpa gaped. “Whatever has gotten into your head?”
She glared at him. Something had really gotten into her head, and it’s one of those stupid ideas that made him wish he could knock some sense into her with his Zero-Shiki. “Whatever, you say? Most definitely Marilyn can not cook!”
“M-Marilyn!” What the hell?
“The love of your life!” she sneered. “If you want to marry her so much you can divorce me!”
She must be crazy, Grandpa decided.
“…Did you bump your head or something, Fujiko?” he asked.
A plate suddenly sailed towards his head, and before he can drive it away with his Tezuka-Zooone, it hit his forehead, and he yelped and stumbled. A big bump formed on his head.
She stormed away.
~~~~~
When Grandma shoved the papers to his face, hitting the bump, Grandpa realized that, she was indeed serious about the divorce.
“B-but Fujiko!” Grandpa stuttered. “Why?”
Grandma shot a poisonous glare at the potted bonsai, Grandpa’s prized possession, and the love of his life-no, make that one of the two loves of his life. “I’m divorcing you so that you can marry it. Satisfied?”
“Marilyn is not an it, Fujiko! She-“
“See! You’re even defending her! Yanagi-kun! Yanagi-kun!”
Yanagi-kun, Sadaharu-kun’s weird-eyed friend, came running, out of breath. “Hai?”
“Kunimitsu is signing it,” Grandma stated.
“Who says I’m signing it! I’m not signing anything, Fujiko! This-this is ridiculous!”
“But you’ll have Marilyn.” Grandma sounded bitter, and Grandpa did not understand-he’s never gotten jealous of Yuuta-kun, has he not? “Let’s get this over with, Kunimitsu. I want my freedom.”
Grandpa glared at her, because he couldn’t understand what she was thinking. Divorce! It was outrageous.
He opened his mouth to shout, but reconsidered it, and instead barked, “20 laps around the town, now!”
“W-what!”
“You too, Yanagi-kun!” Grandpa ordered.
“H-hai!”
As they ran, Grandpa went to Marilyn and caressed her beautiful green leaves. She was his inspiration, and no one soothed his soul like she did. Confused, his chibi hands reached for the watering can.
Right, no one else soothed his soul like Grandma did, and Marilyn couldn’t beat her, not in forever.
~~~~~
So when Grandma returned, Grandpa rushed to her, cried, and clung to her that she’s so surprised she could not react.
“Please do not divorce me, sweetheart!” Grandpa begged.
Eyes watering, Grandma gently touched the bump on his forehead and cried. “Yes, sweetheart, I will not! I love you!”
“I love you too! More than I love Marilyn, more than I love anything else in the world!”
They cried together and swore they will not part until death, and Grandpa silently promised to give her some money and accompany her in a shopping spree in case she decided to kill Marilyn afterwards. Better safe than sorry.
~~~~~
Shuuko, Sadaharu, and a sweaty, exhausted Renji watched as Grandpa and Grandma left for the mall.
“For the forty-sixth time,” Renji complained to Sadaharu, “your mother has tricked me. The next time I come here, I am really going to charge you a fee, divorce or not!”
Sadaharu laughed. “That’s also the forty-fifth time you say so.”
Renji sighed. “Seriously, tell me if they’re going to divorce for sure. I don’t like running those laps.”
“No one does,” Sadaharu agreed, and they laughed, chibi-style, because it’s a happy ending.
The End