Modern Day Fiddler
Summary: Kenji Tsukino has FIVE daughters in the modern day world and is working hard to find each of them a husband. All goes well until the oldest finds her own match and the others soon follow. What's a father to do in this modern day Fiddler on the Roof?
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon OR Fiddler on the Roof. But 'If I were a Rich Girl' I would!!! HAHAHAHA! Get it? (Serenity sighs) Yeah I know, I suck at jokes. And I'm basing this whole story off the musical, so if I offend anyone at all, I'm terribly sorry! I'm not trying to!!
Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Tradition!
Kenji Tsukino sat at the kitchen table, his lovely wife Ikuko happily cooking their breakfast. Kenji had a fairly simple and normal life. He had owned a diary store just down the road from his house, spent time with the other fathers in their town, and took care of his wife and daughters. Yes, his life was fairly simple.
Well, at least it was a simple as it could get with five daughters, and not a single son in the bunch.
The oldest of them was Makoto, turning 20 in just two weeks. She stood at a tall height and proudly so. She was often thought of as tough or tomboyish by the other girls in the village, although her sister knew her for more of that. Although she didn't often flaunt it, she was a beauty. Her hair was a lovely chestnut color that fell to long but she kept it in a ponytail at all times. Her eyes set her apart from her sister because they were emerald green and not a dark color.
Just 11 months after her birth came Rei. Rei was a beauty with violet eyes and dark raven hair. She often spent her days when she wasn't doing chores in the room she shared with her sisters sitting on her bed, her eyes closed, the window next to her bed open. There Rei would find a simple peace that she could connect with. She, like Makoto, was strong but kept her strength in control if it wasn't needed, where as Makoto would sometimes get rather defensive at the slightest insult to her family.
At 18 years of age stands Ami, the calm and shy beauty of their family. She speaks rarely to others and often just stands there when the girls go into town. Her most beautiful feature would be her short, dark blue colored hair, as her sisters voted; although her light blue eyes were lovely as well. Ami stands much shorter then Rei and Makoto, helping her to keep as part of a background when she doesn't want to be seen. Although her parents don't like it, Ami loves spending her time reading. Her mother often tells her that it won't help her catch the eye of a better husband but Ami boldly ignored her mothers comments every time she was caught reading and kept on with it.
Minako was born next once more just a year after. When she was just a few months old she fell in love with a bright red ribbon of Rei's and had since then worn it day in and out in her long golden hair, Rei having given it to her as a loving sisterly gesture. Minako's bright blue eyes hardly ever shown with anything but happiness. She was the type that hardly ever thought before she spoke and every time one of her sisters fell sick, she'd stay by their bed side and try to nurse them back to health, although most of the time she ended up annoying them.
The last born, now at 16, was Usagi. Her hair hadn't been any more then lightly trimmed since the day she was born and she wore it with two small buns on either side of her head, the rest of her long blonde hair flowing down to her thighs. Her eyes, like her prior sisters, are a beautiful blue, although hers are cerulean and give her face an innocent look. She is often thought of as Minako's 'partner in crime' and the two are often thought of as twins, although they insist they aren't.
"Girls, breakfast!" Ikuko shouted. In a rush, Kenji's lovely daughters came down the stairs and down the hall.
"Good morning Papa, Mama!" Was the scattered replies as they all sat down at the table in their respected order.
"Good morning girls." Kenji greeted his five daughters. He didn't feel like it was a complete burden having so many daughters, other then the fact that he needed to find each a husband before she got too old. It was a tradition in their town for many, many years that said that the father must pick a husband for his daughter because it was believed that young girls couldn't decide this for themselves. Each girl would always be waiting to find out who her father picked at soon as she reached 16, which was a fairly proper age for them to begin considering such a thing. But so far Kenji had no luck even finding his oldest daughter a match, and without finding her one, none of the others could get married.
"This looks wonderful, Mama." Makoto told her mother as Ikuko set their breakfast before them.
"Thank you Makoto dear." Ikuko said with a shining smile, sitting down across from her husband. The family prayed shortly then waited as the food got passed around.
"Papa, can I have extra time to study tonight before we help you in the store?" Ami asked, looking at him with hope.
"Ami, being intelligent isn't something that will get you a better husband." Kenji said, the young girls face falling. He sighed. He hated seeing his daughters unhappy and most of all hated being the one who caused it. "But I suppose that it won't hurt if you do."
"Thank you, Papa." Ami wanted to cry out, but instead said meekly. He nodded and the girls continued eating. When they had finished, the girls helped their wash dishes and Minako and Usagi headed off to school, giggling the whole way as they walked down the road.
"Papa, we're going to head out to the barn now." Makoto announced as the three oldest stood at the door. Kenji nodded and they left the house as well, leaving only Ikuko and Kenji.
"I have some deliveries I have to make on my way in town." Kenji said as he rose from the table.
"I don't understand why they can't just come to the store. It's not like we're living in the 21st century or anything." Ikuko commented.
"Everything in this town is still according to the tradition that it was built on, Ikuko, and it will remain that way! I am a dairyman and I must make my deliveries to those who ask me to." Kenji replied. Ikuko just sighed and shook her head, making her way into the living room and beginning to clean as she usually did.
"When should I send the girls over to help you in the store?" She asked just before Kenji left her alone in the house.
"Around noon. They should have a good amount of milk by then and don't forget to ask Ami to finish my butter. I have customers waiting for their butter!" Kenji called as he closed the door. Ikuko continued to clean the living room and then went up the stairs into the large room that was shared by her daughters. She never needed to do much cleaning because they did it all for her, although she couldn't help but have the urge to straighten their beds and push things farther into their place.
"There goes Papa." Rei said as they watched their father drive off from the garage.
"I bet he told Mama that he wants us at the store at noon and that he wants Ami to finish the butter." Makoto added.
"It's the same every Friday." Ami said. "I help you two milk for a while until I have to churn butter and then we help Mama with the wash and then we go down to the store and help out there until we have to hurry home for Sabbath."
"I feel like we're still stuck in the early 1900's. No one in our whole town ever uses a washer or dyer, or orders their food from other companies. We might as well be Amish." Rei commented.
"We're not Amish, we're Jewish. At least we still get to watch some TV and have working plumbing as well as lights." Makoto said. Rei and Ami looked at each other and shrugged, nodding.
"That's true. We are granted that luxury. But why can't Papa have a store where we don't have to provide all of the work needed for it?" Rei asked.
"Because Rei, 'our town was built on tradition and we will obey that tradition until the day we die.'" Makoto replied, making her best imitation of her father as possible.
"Girls, are you talking or working out here?" Ikuko asked, walking over to the barn.
"We're working, Mama." Makoto answered.
"Well, I heard an awful lot of talking from you and I hope that the same amount of work is getting done if you were not talking. And I suppose you already know the usual commands for the day so I won't recite them to you." Ikuko told the girls. They all nodded and she began to milk a cow with them.
They were silent for the longest time, which made each woman uncomfortable. But none wanted to be the first to penetrate the silence in fear of bringing up the wrong subject. There were so many things that Ikuko didn't like hearing from her daughters and likewise with the girls. They hated it when she brought up men who she knew needed a wife and she hated it when they talked of men who they had their eyes on. She thought it was terribly unfitting for them to be thinking of men who they wanted to marry because when it came down to it, their opinions didn't matter as much as they wished they would.
"It'll be noon soon. We'd better get going." Makoto noted as she stole a glance at her watch. Her sister nodded and stood up, biding their mother a goodbye as they began to exit.
"Girls, wait!" Ikuko called after them. They turned around and looked at her. She walked to them and looked down at her three oldest daughters. "I know how much you want to pick your suitor but it can't be done. The tradition goes back so many generations and we can't go against it. After all, if I never was chosen to marry your papa, none of you would have ever been born. So sometimes tradition can seem to be wrong at the time but in the long run, it can produce something wonderful and to be proud of," She smiled softly at them, "Like how I'm so very proud of each of you."
"Thank you, Mama." Makoto said, hoping that she was able to cut off any retort that her sisters could offer. She had even bit her own tongue to keep from adding 'But maybe tradition isn't for us.' and led her sisters on their short walk down the road to the store.
-End of chapter!
Well, what do you think? Good? Bad? Brilliant? Horrible? Please let me know in a review! And remember, all flames will be used to cook smores over! And don't miss the next chapter, 'Matchmaker!'
-Serenity
Summary: Kenji Tsukino has FIVE daughters in the modern day world and is working hard to find each of them a husband. All goes well until the oldest finds her own match and the others soon follow. What's a father to do in this modern day Fiddler on the Roof?
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon OR Fiddler on the Roof. But 'If I were a Rich Girl' I would!!! HAHAHAHA! Get it? (Serenity sighs) Yeah I know, I suck at jokes. And I'm basing this whole story off the musical, so if I offend anyone at all, I'm terribly sorry! I'm not trying to!!
Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Tradition!
Kenji Tsukino sat at the kitchen table, his lovely wife Ikuko happily cooking their breakfast. Kenji had a fairly simple and normal life. He had owned a diary store just down the road from his house, spent time with the other fathers in their town, and took care of his wife and daughters. Yes, his life was fairly simple.
Well, at least it was a simple as it could get with five daughters, and not a single son in the bunch.
The oldest of them was Makoto, turning 20 in just two weeks. She stood at a tall height and proudly so. She was often thought of as tough or tomboyish by the other girls in the village, although her sister knew her for more of that. Although she didn't often flaunt it, she was a beauty. Her hair was a lovely chestnut color that fell to long but she kept it in a ponytail at all times. Her eyes set her apart from her sister because they were emerald green and not a dark color.
Just 11 months after her birth came Rei. Rei was a beauty with violet eyes and dark raven hair. She often spent her days when she wasn't doing chores in the room she shared with her sisters sitting on her bed, her eyes closed, the window next to her bed open. There Rei would find a simple peace that she could connect with. She, like Makoto, was strong but kept her strength in control if it wasn't needed, where as Makoto would sometimes get rather defensive at the slightest insult to her family.
At 18 years of age stands Ami, the calm and shy beauty of their family. She speaks rarely to others and often just stands there when the girls go into town. Her most beautiful feature would be her short, dark blue colored hair, as her sisters voted; although her light blue eyes were lovely as well. Ami stands much shorter then Rei and Makoto, helping her to keep as part of a background when she doesn't want to be seen. Although her parents don't like it, Ami loves spending her time reading. Her mother often tells her that it won't help her catch the eye of a better husband but Ami boldly ignored her mothers comments every time she was caught reading and kept on with it.
Minako was born next once more just a year after. When she was just a few months old she fell in love with a bright red ribbon of Rei's and had since then worn it day in and out in her long golden hair, Rei having given it to her as a loving sisterly gesture. Minako's bright blue eyes hardly ever shown with anything but happiness. She was the type that hardly ever thought before she spoke and every time one of her sisters fell sick, she'd stay by their bed side and try to nurse them back to health, although most of the time she ended up annoying them.
The last born, now at 16, was Usagi. Her hair hadn't been any more then lightly trimmed since the day she was born and she wore it with two small buns on either side of her head, the rest of her long blonde hair flowing down to her thighs. Her eyes, like her prior sisters, are a beautiful blue, although hers are cerulean and give her face an innocent look. She is often thought of as Minako's 'partner in crime' and the two are often thought of as twins, although they insist they aren't.
"Girls, breakfast!" Ikuko shouted. In a rush, Kenji's lovely daughters came down the stairs and down the hall.
"Good morning Papa, Mama!" Was the scattered replies as they all sat down at the table in their respected order.
"Good morning girls." Kenji greeted his five daughters. He didn't feel like it was a complete burden having so many daughters, other then the fact that he needed to find each a husband before she got too old. It was a tradition in their town for many, many years that said that the father must pick a husband for his daughter because it was believed that young girls couldn't decide this for themselves. Each girl would always be waiting to find out who her father picked at soon as she reached 16, which was a fairly proper age for them to begin considering such a thing. But so far Kenji had no luck even finding his oldest daughter a match, and without finding her one, none of the others could get married.
"This looks wonderful, Mama." Makoto told her mother as Ikuko set their breakfast before them.
"Thank you Makoto dear." Ikuko said with a shining smile, sitting down across from her husband. The family prayed shortly then waited as the food got passed around.
"Papa, can I have extra time to study tonight before we help you in the store?" Ami asked, looking at him with hope.
"Ami, being intelligent isn't something that will get you a better husband." Kenji said, the young girls face falling. He sighed. He hated seeing his daughters unhappy and most of all hated being the one who caused it. "But I suppose that it won't hurt if you do."
"Thank you, Papa." Ami wanted to cry out, but instead said meekly. He nodded and the girls continued eating. When they had finished, the girls helped their wash dishes and Minako and Usagi headed off to school, giggling the whole way as they walked down the road.
"Papa, we're going to head out to the barn now." Makoto announced as the three oldest stood at the door. Kenji nodded and they left the house as well, leaving only Ikuko and Kenji.
"I have some deliveries I have to make on my way in town." Kenji said as he rose from the table.
"I don't understand why they can't just come to the store. It's not like we're living in the 21st century or anything." Ikuko commented.
"Everything in this town is still according to the tradition that it was built on, Ikuko, and it will remain that way! I am a dairyman and I must make my deliveries to those who ask me to." Kenji replied. Ikuko just sighed and shook her head, making her way into the living room and beginning to clean as she usually did.
"When should I send the girls over to help you in the store?" She asked just before Kenji left her alone in the house.
"Around noon. They should have a good amount of milk by then and don't forget to ask Ami to finish my butter. I have customers waiting for their butter!" Kenji called as he closed the door. Ikuko continued to clean the living room and then went up the stairs into the large room that was shared by her daughters. She never needed to do much cleaning because they did it all for her, although she couldn't help but have the urge to straighten their beds and push things farther into their place.
"There goes Papa." Rei said as they watched their father drive off from the garage.
"I bet he told Mama that he wants us at the store at noon and that he wants Ami to finish the butter." Makoto added.
"It's the same every Friday." Ami said. "I help you two milk for a while until I have to churn butter and then we help Mama with the wash and then we go down to the store and help out there until we have to hurry home for Sabbath."
"I feel like we're still stuck in the early 1900's. No one in our whole town ever uses a washer or dyer, or orders their food from other companies. We might as well be Amish." Rei commented.
"We're not Amish, we're Jewish. At least we still get to watch some TV and have working plumbing as well as lights." Makoto said. Rei and Ami looked at each other and shrugged, nodding.
"That's true. We are granted that luxury. But why can't Papa have a store where we don't have to provide all of the work needed for it?" Rei asked.
"Because Rei, 'our town was built on tradition and we will obey that tradition until the day we die.'" Makoto replied, making her best imitation of her father as possible.
"Girls, are you talking or working out here?" Ikuko asked, walking over to the barn.
"We're working, Mama." Makoto answered.
"Well, I heard an awful lot of talking from you and I hope that the same amount of work is getting done if you were not talking. And I suppose you already know the usual commands for the day so I won't recite them to you." Ikuko told the girls. They all nodded and she began to milk a cow with them.
They were silent for the longest time, which made each woman uncomfortable. But none wanted to be the first to penetrate the silence in fear of bringing up the wrong subject. There were so many things that Ikuko didn't like hearing from her daughters and likewise with the girls. They hated it when she brought up men who she knew needed a wife and she hated it when they talked of men who they had their eyes on. She thought it was terribly unfitting for them to be thinking of men who they wanted to marry because when it came down to it, their opinions didn't matter as much as they wished they would.
"It'll be noon soon. We'd better get going." Makoto noted as she stole a glance at her watch. Her sister nodded and stood up, biding their mother a goodbye as they began to exit.
"Girls, wait!" Ikuko called after them. They turned around and looked at her. She walked to them and looked down at her three oldest daughters. "I know how much you want to pick your suitor but it can't be done. The tradition goes back so many generations and we can't go against it. After all, if I never was chosen to marry your papa, none of you would have ever been born. So sometimes tradition can seem to be wrong at the time but in the long run, it can produce something wonderful and to be proud of," She smiled softly at them, "Like how I'm so very proud of each of you."
"Thank you, Mama." Makoto said, hoping that she was able to cut off any retort that her sisters could offer. She had even bit her own tongue to keep from adding 'But maybe tradition isn't for us.' and led her sisters on their short walk down the road to the store.
-End of chapter!
Well, what do you think? Good? Bad? Brilliant? Horrible? Please let me know in a review! And remember, all flames will be used to cook smores over! And don't miss the next chapter, 'Matchmaker!'
-Serenity