How Papa Met Mama
By Kitara Lira
"Papa, how did you and Mama meet?" A tiny voice inquired, vibrant yellow eyes peeking over the brim of the covers, two hands timidly holding the sheets against her face.
The one in question stood for several moments – baffled, "Honey, why do you ask?" The way the young girl fidgeted with the covers told her there was a reason behind this question. A pressure was added to the single sized bed as the Papa sat down, "Is something bothering you?"
"Mmnm," The little one squeaked as she shook her head back and forth, dark brown locks flailing in one direction only to be wiped back the other way, "It's just today at school… Billy was bragging to everyone about how his Mama and Papa met..."
"Ah!" A grin replaced the prior look of worry, "So you want to be able to brag about your Mama and Papa am I right?" A nod of agreement, "That's my girl, well I suppose I could tell you quickly," Eyes shifted to the flashing red digits of the clock, "But it has to be the quick version okay? Mama won't be happy if I keep you up late again."
The young child beamed, slinking out from beneath the covers and practically into her Papa's lap, "Thank you Papa! You're the best!"
"Heh heh, now don't let your Mama hear that she might get jealous. So where to begin… I suppose I should start from the beginning right?" Another nod to indicate the child felt the same, "Well it was one cold winter night…"
"Damn snowed in? How does this happen, it never snows this much!" Slouched against the cold frame of the window, the figure sighed, "This couldn't get any worse!"
Then it did. For several moments the lights flickered. When all seemed well the blizzard outside pounced, extinguishing all the lights, the power, the heat.
Screams echoed throughout the school – high pitched screams. Followed by another long sigh, "Everyone please stay calm," Announced the teacher, there was just enough light coming in from the outside world through the clouds that one could easily distinguish figures, the teacher being no exception, "I am sure the power will come back on shortly, in the mean time I'm going to check with the other teachers so please wait here." And with that the sliding door was open, then closed. Their teacher had abandoned them – not like it made a difference.
"You don't think this will last long?" Asked one of the other girl's casting a worried glance to the storm that raged on outside.
The one next to her caught her in an awkward side embrace, "Is Mai-san scared? If so don't worry I'll be your knight and shining armour to protect you through the storm."
"Chie!" The girl in the embrace and another exclaimed at the same moment, both delivering the perfect – but light – slap to the arm. Poor Chie received one to each arm.
"I was just joking Aoi, Mai-san and I would never elope together so fear not, by heart belongs to only you my darling," Her arms swooped about the air in a dramatic motion, before both coming to rest upon the center of her bosom, "For you… my darling," The voice became husky, no doubt causing the other woman to blush a feverish degree of red.
The small group began to banter on, about what? It was hard to tell, everyone had decided at that moment that it was the ideal time to strike up a conversation. However the legs of a chair scratching across the waxed floor were enough to draw a deadly silence, "I'm out of here," Mumbled the individual, tossing her things into the book bag that had been given to her and exiting through the side door into the hall.
Murmurs began to filter through the room; no one was overly shocked but yet at the same time shocked.
"She's always so cold." One of the girl's piped in, saying what most of the other individuals were probably thinking, "She's just like this cursed weather."
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The halls were empty, aside from the occasional group of students making their way no doubt toward the washroom.
It was too cold to leave at the moment, the young girl knew this. Unfortunately for her she would have to wait out the storm in this cursed building. So bag slung over her shoulder she made her way to the left; there was a place no one in the school ever went. She could sleep there until all this was over.
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"Who are you?" Demanded the voice angrily – it wasn't supposed to be like this. When she had opened the door, there wasn't supposed to be anyone there. No one knew about this place, or so she thought.
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" Inquired the happily nestled figure, yawning just so. It seemed she had been taking a nap; something the other desperately wanted to do.
"Don't try and play psychological mind games with me, you're in my spot and I want you out. Now." To emphasis the point, she stepped into the room and aside as to allow room for the woman to leave.
Eyes glimmered playfully and a hand patted the soft cushion upon which she rested, "Ah, but there is enough room for the both of us, can't we just share?" That pout was so adorable, so irresistible, "After all the storm doesn't look like it will let up any time soon and I'm sleepy." To prove her point, another yawn was issued and she nuzzled deeper into the cushion.
Heaving her chest, about to throw a temper tantrum, the standing woman decided against it, "Fine," She grumbled, tossing her bag to the side and plopping herself down onto the mattress, "Just stay on your side."
"Hai hai," was the reply dripping with enthusiasm – too much enthusiasm.
"Hey! I said stay on your side! What are you doing?!" The other turned the colour of a chili pepper.
"But it's so warm this way…" A nose was nuzzled now into the warmth of a neck, arms wrapped tightly about the midsection of the startled woman, "Please? This way we'll both stay warm and we won't freeze."
Another pout, another sigh, but this time no fight was offered, "Fine."
From the other side of the room a throat was cleared, causing the story teller and the story requester to jump a foot clear of the linen sheets, "Ara Natsuki what time is it?"
A notable gulp was issued as the woman in question sunk lower into the bed, "Not… late?" Came the mumbled reply, more as a question than an answer.
"And what time is Yuki's bedtime?" Brow cocked, the crimson eyed woman had her arms crossed about her chest, one foot tapping gently upon the floor.
"Mama," The little girl crept away from the comforts of her bed, latching onto one leg of the standing woman. Those beautiful yellow eyes stared up toward her mother, melting an anger Shizuru could have possibly felt at that moment, "Papa was just telling me how you two met…" Tugging gently at the sleeve of her mother's nightgown little Yuki continued, "Is it true you met in a snow storm?"
Reaching down, Shizuru plucked her daughter from the ground, drawing her up into a warm embrace, "It is very much true dear," A kiss was offered to the child's forehead, then both pairs of eyes fell upon the flustered woman upon the bed, "See Papa didn't know it at the time but that was my way of wooing her. Your Papa isn't smart when it comes to other people and relationships."
"Then how did you get Papa to listen?" The curious voice asked.
"Well Yuki-chan, that's simple," Natsuki finally had drawn the courage to speak, rising from the bed. Though she feared the wraith of her wife, this was something the dark haired woman couldn't pass up, "She beat it into me until I got the point." She chuckled softly, only to get scoldingly slapped across the arm by both her wife and child, "Oi!"
The two who had administered the hits smiled - Shizuru walking over to her daughter's bed and tucking her in, "Ara, you see my little Yuki, I didn't beat your Papa I hugged her. Any moment I could. It started with that night and it soon became every night. Heh heh, you're Papa learns best through osmosis."
"Osmosis?" Yuki tugged the blankets up tightly about her small figure, accepting the kiss from her mother with a giggle, "What is osmosis?"
To save the day, and another story, Natsuki stepped in offering her daughter a quick kiss to the forehead as well, "I'll tell you tomorrow munchkin, sleep now."
A yawn left her tiny lips, "But… I'm not… tired…" Eyelids drooping, the little girl tried her hardest to stay awake.
"Of course not Yuki, of course not," Spoke Natsuki softly, petting the dark locks of her daughter as to lull her to sleep, "Good night my little one…"
The two adults slipped from their daughter's room, carefully closing the door behind them.
"Natsuki you know you're going to be punished for keeping our daughter up late again," A sly grin crossed Shizuru's pale lips.
To that Natsuki offered her own lopsided grin, leaning over to place a chaste kiss upon her wife's lips, "Hehe, I know."
Author Note: Good morning everyone ^-^
It is most certainly not twelve forty in the morning with weather thirty below. Nope nope!
Anyways, I was feeling in a family type mode as I was thinking of being able to see my family in a few days... Alas this came into creation! That and I love snow...
I know that the retelling of the story gets a bit weird as I don't used names for either of the "two women" but I wanted to do that as to not give away everything... yet.
I'm sure you all just knew deep down inside it was going to be Shizuru and Natsuki. Should have made it Haruka and Yukino or Nao and someone. That would have thrown you all for a loop!
But sadly... I'm still stuck to this pair.... -Heavy sigh-
Well I'm going to crawl into bed now, I am extremely cold (most likely due to cold winter weather as well as being away for too long now). Night nights