*dramatic music* It's another (going
to be) long FY fanfic! *clapping and applause* These are meant to be the
prequels to "What if", my very long finished fanfic, however, since they're
prequels, you can read this before "What if", if you read it all. It'd
better warn you, this is going to be pretty angst, with the humour far
and between at times. Don't worry, there'll still be the customary akugi
at the end of each chapter! I've had this chapter ready for a while but
with FF.net being menopausal, it's been postponed a lot. So, for you enjoyment...
"What about..." the prequels!
Genrou and Kouji
Prologue
"You've ruined your life, you stupid child!" she snapped at Sorcha. Sorcha's eyes flashed and she unclasped her hands from her pregnant belly as she stood up. At four months pregnant, the bulge was small but there.
"Not ture, Ma!" Sorcha yelled, tears of frustration in her eyes.
"Yes it is! You know it is! There is no way that boy will stay in Japan! He'll go back to Japan, like I should have!" Grainne snarled, glaring in her husband's direction. He looked mildly back at her, used to her "Irish moods" after their years of marriage. Seeing he offered no help, Grainne turned back to her daughter.
"It's not too late to have an abortion," she almost pleaded, "we'll pay for it, luv!"
"No!" Sorcha snapped, "This is my child and Finn's, we're keeping it!"
"You're teenagers! He won't stand by you!" Grainne shouted.
"Da did!" Sorcha bellowed.
"Yes, and I regret it, I'm telling you that!" Grainne snapped.
"So you're saying you don't want me?!" Sorcha screamed, the tears, which had almost stopped, restarting with double strength. Grainne's snap rang out and Sorcha's father looked up.
"Now luv, don't you think you're being a little harsh?" he asked Grainne in English, stumbling over the words.
"No, I don't think I'm being too harsh, she's got to learn!" Grainne roared. He looked back down at his book in submission to her. Sorcha flew to his side.
"Stop picking on Da, you bitch! Hell, I've had it with you! If I'm such a mistake, you should've had the abortion! You're a hypocrite, no mistake! Well, I'm through with putting up with you punishing me for your mistake! I'm going! I knew this would happen and packed in advance!" Sorcha shouted. She ran to the closet and emerged a few seconds later with a packed bag. She thundered out of the apartment, down the hall and out of the building. Graiinemade no effort to stop her.
"She'll be back. Men are bastards, he'll
dump her. She won't make it on her own. She'll be back," Grainne muttered.
She was wrong. Sorcha wouldn't be back and Grainne would never meet Shun'u,
later called Genrou, her grandson or even see her daughter again. This
is the child's story. This is Genrou's story.
****
"The damn bitch didn't kick me out, I stormed out," Sorcha sobbed, "but now I have nowhere to go." Finn kissed the tears off her cheeks.
"We'll be fine," he said, his English with a heavy Irish accent, "I'll get a job and make a life for us, just you see/"
"I know..." whispered Sorcha, curling in his arms, comforted by his words. Finn was as unlike her mother as anyone could be, gentle and compassionate. It was amazing they both came from the same country, shared the smae red hair. Sorcha touched her own red hair. It had been the hair which first attracted her to him. Her hair stood out in the crowd, a red-tinted brown. His hair was like flames and she noticed him straight away. He'd mistaken her for another exchange student, with her light skin and hair, which she'd inherited from her mother. They'd both laughed at the mistake and from the first day they'd met, he'd weaved a fairytale world for her, Ireland. SHe'd even started to secretly call it 'home'.
"Can we go there someday?" she asked, suddenly.
"Where?" Finn asked, puzzled.
"Ireland," Sorcha replied. He hugged her.
"If you like, we will," he reassured her. She placed her hands over her belly.
"I wonder what he'll look like," she said.
"What makes you so sure it'll be a he?" Finn asked, laughing.
"I want it to be," Sorcha replied. Because then he can't ever get pregnant, she added, mentally.
"I think he'll have red hair and wild eyes," Finn replied, "like you."
"What should we call him?" Sorcha asked.
"Let's give him an Irish name. Patrick?" Finn asked. Sorcha clasped his hand.
"Patrick," she repeated, squeezing it.
Skipsida's Ravings:
*gasps* Tasuki... called PATRICK?! *groans*
What was I thinking? Actually, I came up with the idea of him being Irish
to explain his red hair in the middle of Japan, short of hair dye. So he's
3/4 Irish, 1/4 Japanese. Now, don't kill me if you're Irish, but it seems
to fit his character quite well, don't you think? The Irish stereotype
is basically red hair, drinks a lot and a firey temper (yes, and a leprechaun,
and saying "Top o' the mornin' to you", but let's ignore that, okay?).
I mean, that's Tasuki! And yep, this is going to be a bit angsty. You thought
it was bad in "What if?" That was nothing! Still, on the brighter side,
I've started drawing illustrations for some of the chapters of "What if".
I've done chapter 1 (funny!). Only 48 chapters left to do? Yay! *thumbs
up*
What about... the Akugi?
Sorcha: 'Tis all good, lads canny get pregnant!
A few years later...
Genrou: Sit down Mum, I've got something to tell you...
Sorcha: Glory be! It was Kouji, wasn't it? The father!
Genrou: I am so ashamed....
Skipsida's Raving, continued:
I hope everyone likes the prologue! Coming next... the first chapter! I thought I'd better warn you, this one flicks from third person to first person narration. Occasionally Tasuki will narrate, at other times, it'll be third person. Other characters might narrate too. I still have a lot to type up... This fanfic is a bit of an experiment in style, really, because of the way it's written, but there will be humour. Hey, little kids are funny! I should know, I'm a little kid mentally! *picks up her dummy and sucks enthusiastically* Pretty trees! *looks at them happily*