All Too Fast
Disclaimer: No ownership, but the fic. Simple, ne?
Summary: Just took a sentence from the story, maybe I'll come up with one later...
Author's Note: Recently I watched the Nodame Cantabile Shinshun Special in Europe and I couldn't help myself. Then I chanced upon Liliumscribe's, The Madness of Noda Megumi and could no longer contain myself—so I'm writing a preggy (does that not sound like an "aheh" word? (if such a thing existed (aheh))) fiction of my very own. Enjoy!
It happened all too fast: the first time they met, the first time she devoured his meal made for one, the first time she insisted on barging in, the first time—it all just went by in a blur. Now here he laid, Chiaki Shinichi, 24, trapped under the soft flesh of his new bride. 'How did I get myself into this?' his mind would often wonder in the absence of light. Noda Megumi, now known as Mrs. Chiaki Shinichi snored lightly to his right, her naked torso tossed carelessly over his. The sudden memory of a certain bra shown to him in Paris flashed in the forefront of his mind—"D" it screamed.
"Ugh" he was beginning to adapt to her hentai ways, her "aheh" nature, her impeccable randomness…
It was barely four and already his mind had wondered into her 'perverted world' of Welcome to Hentai Land with a mongoose running with open arms, cross that, he was becoming delusional. She must've been cold, because she was snuggling even closer—chestnut briefly blinded his vision as her silky strands invaded his personal space. He took a glance at his sleeping companion and noted, in appreciation, her long lashes, her soft skin, her pillow like—well—her everything. Making sure that she was indeed asleep, he allowed himself the satisfaction of baring a toothy grin.
Sleep was getting the better of him, but as he drifted off he entered into a nightmare, a nightmare named: Bachelor Party From Hell (Yes. It had a name).
--"Demo—demo MILCH!" Nodame would whine.
Chiaki was distracted by the distress tone that his bride-to-be was currently bestowing to anyone within a mile radius (though he didn't look it). They had conveniently (more likely purposely) stopped within hearing range, so as he flipped through the countless music sheets, he listened in to whatever squabble had erupted between his deranged teacher and his eccentric future wife.
"Milch! Chiaki-senpai would not like it. Chiaki-senpai would be against it! HE WOULD FIGHT AGAINST IT!" She stated in that crazed way of hers, to make her statement even more obvious her fist were clench as it hit the air in triumph…or battle?
"No, no, no, Nodame, it is a man's right" Stresemann corrected, "but…"
There was always a "but" with that man.
Nodame looked up, hopeful as always, "I could always rearrange—for a price." His phony-like voice wavered as his eyes gleamed over, his hands squeezed the air in front of him, his lips accumulated that bit of drool, but before he could even grasp the breasts in front of him (as he's done so many times before) a "GYABOO" was sounded and he was sent flying. "MILCH!" Nodame ran after him and placed the fallen head into her lap, clearly sorry for what she had done. "Nodame is Chiaki-senpai's" her hands embraced her cheeks in a flush, "Chiaki-senpai's" she kept mumbling and then suddenly the "aheh!" as her mind wondered off to all the possible, possibilities.
Hentai.
He couldn't help the growing smirk that was fighting its way through, but he also had the sudden urge to tie her up, just to make sure she wouldn't be doing the things she was most likely, very likely thinking about doing to him. He twitched at the thought. All of a sudden, a blunt object slammed across his head and as he fell he heard Nodame with her "and this" "and that" "but not that" "ok, that" "aheh," along with seemingly familiar voices of: "CHIAKI-SENPAI!" "not so hard!" "let me carry him," before his world went completely dark.
When he awoke, aside from the splitting headache, he seemed perfectly fine—though his hands and legs were tied. The room was dark and he couldn't help wondering about Japan's Police, 'In board daylight!' he thought with indignation. Suddenly the lights flashed on, confetti and balloons rained down, the door burst open to allow the rush of people in: Mine, Okuyama, the Suzuki pair, Miki, Saku…etc. (basically everybody from the S Orchestra), as well as Stresemann himself followed by a string of scantily clad women.
The famous twitch was happening again. He stared at them in disbelief.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" one screamed, clearly already drunk.
"It's not his birthday."
Masumi Okuyama and all his afro-ness quickly secured a seat next to the tied up 'Shinichi' (wonder who thought up that idea?). He wept silently, and scratched the cottony material of 'Shinichi's' arm, confessing his feelings, mumbling about the injustice of Noda Megumi and how she lured, trapped, tortured, licked—did the impossible. Chiaki tried, relentlessly to untie the knot across his hands, but to no avail. He looked around at the happy people, the loud music blaring, and the curious gigantic cake that was being brought in…
"Congratulations!" Mine gave him a pat on the back, to which he gave a scowl.
Mine had his arm Miki, but was brushed off: "Were divorced, remember?"
"Divorce?"
He asked someone to untie him, but they either all ignored him or didn't really care. Frustration. Suddenly the cake burst open and out jumped Nodame with rolls of fabric in her hands. The constant "congratulations!" "nice party" "what a bachelor bash" and whatnot only pecked away at his insanity, and as Nodame ran around trying to dress the bikini, lingerie, negligee clad women, and as some imbecile tried to drown him with alcohol, and as Masumi droned on and on, mingling in with the voices of Mine and Miki of sudden "Married again!" and all the other shouts and screams and laughter and Stresemann leading a conga line with the words: JUST SAY Y-E-S on his head, and basically the all around gaiety—he was really in the Bachelor Party From Hell!--
He woke up with the distorted look on his face, where only the whites of his eyes were seen. Clearly during his dream he had pushed Nodame towards the other side of the bed, but she seemed defiant. Even in sleep, she persisted in invading his space. A frown was on his lips, but as her mumblings of "wuv you senpai" flowed to his ears he couldn't help but granting her a kiss (which only induced the sudden potion-like affect). Her eyes fluttered open, "this early in the morning senpai? Gyabo!" He rolled his eyes as she 'ahehed' her way towards him.
He let out a chuckle, surprising even himself, but gave her a warning look before she pounced.
"I can't be late today," he stated as he hurried out of the bed and into the bathroom. When he was all dressed and ready, he found her still snoring away in the depths of the covers. "Wake up Nodame," he told her gently as he poked her left leg, she kicked and moaned an 'unnnnnnnn.' He looked sternly at his wife, "you have a recital to get ready for!" he told her "I won't make breakfast."
That did it.
As he made the common scrambled eggs, bacon and whatnot, he watched from the corner of his eyes as his wife ran about here and there. A frown appeared across his handsome face. She had been feeling ill lately and he had told her to go see a doctor, but that was nearly a week ago, and still, not a word. He blamed himself partly, since the last concerto put quite a strain on him, and he honestly admitted (to himself) that he had been neglecting her for a possible week or two.
Setting the plates down, he waited for her hasty arrival.
She ran, pecked him quickly on the lips and began devouring the meal. Taking a glance at the clock on the wall, she let out a "Hoo!" and increased her speed.
"That's what happens when you sleep in," he muttered as he bit into his toast.
"Did you go to the doctor like I asked?"
She nodded. Coughing slightly as food got caught. He handed her a glass of orange juice and wiped the bit of egg from the corner of her lips away with his nimble fingers, "Well?" She glanced at the clock again, her eyes widening, and scrambled to her feet, grabbing her bag and sheet music, she was out the door.
He stared at the closed door. Perplex. But all of a sudden it open and Nodame's head peered in: "He just said I was pregnant, that's all."
With that said, she was out the door. His toast fell to the counter, mouth upturned; they had been married for—not even—NOT EVEN a year!
"THAT'S ALL!?!" He cried out as he ran after her.
Well that's where it ends…or is it the beginning? Actually this story is one of those that I could easily continue or leave it at that.
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I hope that my portrayals of the characters did them justice.