Goodbye my beloved
This is my first fic ever. I'm not the best of the writers but the muse wouldn't leave me.
Hope you enjoy it.
Goodbye my beloved
Pairings: Tezuka+Fuji implied, Tezuka+???
Rating: G
Gen/ Humor
Note: Seishun Family eps 132+165.
Summary: Tezuka ojiisan asks Fuji obaasan a favor and regrets it terribly
“Oyasumi nasai,” Fuji obaasan said as she turned off the light.
“Obaasan,” she heard her husband say after a few moments, “we need to talk.”
Seldom hearing the usual taciturn man say that, she got up to turn on the light and faced her husband. Tezuka ojiisan sat up as well, his face showing no emotions as usual.
“Is something wrong?” she asked putting what she thought was enough concern in her voice.
Having lived with the devious woman for years, Tezuka ojiisan knew she really didn’t care, but he decided to express his opinion anyways….for the sake of the whole family.
Taking a deep breath he finally spoke, “Could you please refrain yourself from hitting me in front of everyone in the family.” He paused to glance at her for a minute, making sure it was safe to continue speaking. Seeing no unusual reaction he continued, “Being the oldest in the family, it’s my responsibility to create an image for the children to took up to. Shuuko, obviously was not exposed to such an environment when she was a child. Her behavior and Sadaharu-kun’s helplessness is not a good influence on the kids.”
He stopped again; frustrated that he was uncharacteristically beating around the bush. Taking a deep breath and looking straight into those deceitfully innocent eyes he dropped the bombshell, “And your constant violence is ruining my authoritative reputation. I don’t want the children to be unrefined.”
Fuji obaasan listened patiently and when her husband finished she remarked, “Basically, you want me to treat you with respect in front of the kids so you set a good example for them, ne?”
Tezuka ojiisan blinked a few times before responding, “Aa.”
His wife chuckled softly as she turned off the light, “Ma ojiisan, if this bothered you so much why didn’t you say so sooner? From tomorrow on I will treat you with the respect you rightfully deserve.”
Tezuka ojiisan softly smiled in the dark. Even though his wife was vicious, there were times like these when he didn’t regret marrying her.
“I’m glad we talked about this,” he heard her say before drifting off to sleep.
“Aa,” he responded ignoring the tiny warning sign going off in his head.
^0^0^0^0^0^
As usual, the grandparents of the Seishun household were the first to rise in the morning. Tezuka ojiisan carried out his daily routine of brushing his teeth, bathing etc., looking forward to see his beloved bonsai plants. When he finally reached his garden he stopped dead in his tracks, as the blood drained from his face at an alarming rate. His garden looked the same as usual except for a single plant…his most prized treasure….his…
“Ma-Mari…lyn,” he stuttered looking at the violated plant. The beautiful creature had been ripped out off its healthy roots, brutally cut and had become…completely unidentifiable. The only reason the old man recognized it was because it was the other half of his soul…..which was now savagely snatched away from him. He inched towards it, every step breaking another piece of his heart.
When he finally reached it, he gently held a part of it as tears began to cloud his eyes, “Marilyn,” he whispered softly remembering all the good times they had together.
“Ah ojiisan you’re here,” a gentle voice called out getting closer. “Saa, I thought about what you said last night and figured that for the kids to idolize you they need to get rid off all the bad opinions they have of you,” she explained disregarding her husband’s state of grief, “the first thing that came to mind was how you always seem to drool over that strange plant of yours...hmm….What was its name again?”
Ojiisan was too heartbroken to repeat her name... “Anyways,” Fuji obaasan continued, hands crossed behind her back, “I decided to get rid of it so you can use that time to spend with everyone else. I was going to throw it out myself but figured you’d like to do it since it was so special to you." Fuji obaasan waited for a moment before she decided to leave.
“Oh look at the time. I have to go make breakfast. Hurry up and come inside, the kids will be waiting.” She said before going back in with her trademark smile.
Meanwhile, Tezuka ojiisan was in two minds: should he avenge Mariyln’s death and kill the wicked old hag or just endure the pain before his wife does something even more drastic. Deciding that even if he killed his wife, she would probably haunt him in more painful ways, he gave Marilyn a proper burial. After promising that he would visit her grave everyday, he finally went inside. Never ever EVER will he talk to that woman about his concerns again.
^0^0^0^0^0^
Not aware of the situation, the Seishun family had to suffer the old man's wrath and run a million laps that week. However, no one noticed the smug smile on Fuji obaasan’s face throughout the entire time.
AN:
Oyasumi nasai: Good night
Ojiisan: Grandfather Obaasan: Grandmother
Hope you enjoyed it even though the writing isn't very polished.
Hope you enjoy it.
Goodbye my beloved
Pairings: Tezuka+Fuji implied, Tezuka+???
Rating: G
Gen/ Humor
Note: Seishun Family eps 132+165.
Summary: Tezuka ojiisan asks Fuji obaasan a favor and regrets it terribly
“Oyasumi nasai,” Fuji obaasan said as she turned off the light.
“Obaasan,” she heard her husband say after a few moments, “we need to talk.”
Seldom hearing the usual taciturn man say that, she got up to turn on the light and faced her husband. Tezuka ojiisan sat up as well, his face showing no emotions as usual.
“Is something wrong?” she asked putting what she thought was enough concern in her voice.
Having lived with the devious woman for years, Tezuka ojiisan knew she really didn’t care, but he decided to express his opinion anyways….for the sake of the whole family.
Taking a deep breath he finally spoke, “Could you please refrain yourself from hitting me in front of everyone in the family.” He paused to glance at her for a minute, making sure it was safe to continue speaking. Seeing no unusual reaction he continued, “Being the oldest in the family, it’s my responsibility to create an image for the children to took up to. Shuuko, obviously was not exposed to such an environment when she was a child. Her behavior and Sadaharu-kun’s helplessness is not a good influence on the kids.”
He stopped again; frustrated that he was uncharacteristically beating around the bush. Taking a deep breath and looking straight into those deceitfully innocent eyes he dropped the bombshell, “And your constant violence is ruining my authoritative reputation. I don’t want the children to be unrefined.”
Fuji obaasan listened patiently and when her husband finished she remarked, “Basically, you want me to treat you with respect in front of the kids so you set a good example for them, ne?”
Tezuka ojiisan blinked a few times before responding, “Aa.”
His wife chuckled softly as she turned off the light, “Ma ojiisan, if this bothered you so much why didn’t you say so sooner? From tomorrow on I will treat you with the respect you rightfully deserve.”
Tezuka ojiisan softly smiled in the dark. Even though his wife was vicious, there were times like these when he didn’t regret marrying her.
“I’m glad we talked about this,” he heard her say before drifting off to sleep.
“Aa,” he responded ignoring the tiny warning sign going off in his head.
^0^0^0^0^0^
As usual, the grandparents of the Seishun household were the first to rise in the morning. Tezuka ojiisan carried out his daily routine of brushing his teeth, bathing etc., looking forward to see his beloved bonsai plants. When he finally reached his garden he stopped dead in his tracks, as the blood drained from his face at an alarming rate. His garden looked the same as usual except for a single plant…his most prized treasure….his…
“Ma-Mari…lyn,” he stuttered looking at the violated plant. The beautiful creature had been ripped out off its healthy roots, brutally cut and had become…completely unidentifiable. The only reason the old man recognized it was because it was the other half of his soul…..which was now savagely snatched away from him. He inched towards it, every step breaking another piece of his heart.
When he finally reached it, he gently held a part of it as tears began to cloud his eyes, “Marilyn,” he whispered softly remembering all the good times they had together.
“Ah ojiisan you’re here,” a gentle voice called out getting closer. “Saa, I thought about what you said last night and figured that for the kids to idolize you they need to get rid off all the bad opinions they have of you,” she explained disregarding her husband’s state of grief, “the first thing that came to mind was how you always seem to drool over that strange plant of yours...hmm….What was its name again?”
Ojiisan was too heartbroken to repeat her name... “Anyways,” Fuji obaasan continued, hands crossed behind her back, “I decided to get rid of it so you can use that time to spend with everyone else. I was going to throw it out myself but figured you’d like to do it since it was so special to you." Fuji obaasan waited for a moment before she decided to leave.
“Oh look at the time. I have to go make breakfast. Hurry up and come inside, the kids will be waiting.” She said before going back in with her trademark smile.
Meanwhile, Tezuka ojiisan was in two minds: should he avenge Mariyln’s death and kill the wicked old hag or just endure the pain before his wife does something even more drastic. Deciding that even if he killed his wife, she would probably haunt him in more painful ways, he gave Marilyn a proper burial. After promising that he would visit her grave everyday, he finally went inside. Never ever EVER will he talk to that woman about his concerns again.
^0^0^0^0^0^
Not aware of the situation, the Seishun family had to suffer the old man's wrath and run a million laps that week. However, no one noticed the smug smile on Fuji obaasan’s face throughout the entire time.
AN:
Oyasumi nasai: Good night
Ojiisan: Grandfather Obaasan: Grandmother
Hope you enjoyed it even though the writing isn't very polished.