Theme 97: Musical

Pairing: Soichiro/Sachiko

Genre(s): Romance

Spoilers: None

Warnings: None

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'How'd I let her talk me into this?' Soichiro thought to himself as he tugged awkwardly at his tie.

The people around them were dressed in very classy clothing and fine jewelry. In his father's old pinstripe suit, he couldn't help but feel out of place. What bugged him the most about this was that Sachiko was paying for everything. He wasn't sexist or anything, just old-fashioned; not to mention, under normal circumstances, neither he nor his date would be able to afford coming here. The theatre owner was Sachiko's uncle, and he'd given them free tickets for his niece's 18th birthday.

Soichiro never much liked musicals himself; to him they were just three hours of unnecessary music and watching people run around in bizarre costumes. And really, what sense did it make for people to randomly break into song for no reason? The whole idea was much too nonsensical for Soichiro's logic based mind.

Sachiko, however, loved musicals and had begged him for weeks to come with her. He eventually consented, mostly to get her off his back, but deep down he knew he would've done it even if she hadn't pressed him so hard.

"Are you excited?" Sachiko whispered in his ear.

He fought the urge to roll his eyes and forced a smile. "Oh yes, very."

By the look in her eyes, he could tell she knew he was lying, but she was unable to respond as the lights then dimmed signaling the start of the show. Soichiro inwardly groaned. The next few hours would be torture.

The show they were seeing originated in America and was about a Manhattan youth falling for a Spanish girl or something, he wasn't really paying attention. At the end of the show, when the American boy died in the Spanish girl's arms, Soichiro could hear sniffling beside him.

"That was so beautiful," Sachiko cried, "Wasn't it beautiful, Soichiro?"

"I guess," Soichiro answered distractedly.

Sachiko glared at him. "You're lying, and did you even pay attention?"

He shrugged. "You know I don't like musicals, Sachiko."

Her scowl remained, but only for a moment. Without warning, she suddenly pulled her boyfriend into a quick yet loving kiss, which left him rather confused (not that he was complaining).

"What was that for?" he asked.

She smiled. "For coming with me even though you didn't want to. I think it's sweet that you care so much for me."

Soichiro wasn't really sure what to say, but he was saved from responding by a car horn going off. They turned to see a familiar white car right in front of them.

"That's my dad," Sachiko stated, "I guess I have to go."

She gave him one last peck on the lips, and then ran to the car. Soichiro stood where he was, a little smile gracing his features.

Maybe musicals weren't so bad after all.