excel/ilpalazzo 30 kisses: Who Needs a Sincere Heart if You Want To Be a Bad Girl
Author: daringu
Rating: All PG-13 to R, as Excel says, for things that are "mmmfffmm"
Notes: these are manga based! All are based on the 30 kisses theme challenge on livejournal. Each installment is stand-alone.
Spoilers: Volume 12. Kinda.
6: the space between dream and reality
December 1. Tenmangu barely remembered to kiss his wife goodbye; he did it absentmindedly before walking out of the door of their pink house for the last time, his eyes unfocused. (It was said the pink had driven him slightly insane, but it was the only good house they could find in the area.)
The moment the door closed, Miwa put her hands to her face and ran out of the room. She barely came out of her own room for a month and when she did her eyes were continually red. The work continued to be done, as always: packages continued to arrive all over the world to her name and address.
The house servants took care of Goujo, who didn't understand what had happened. He thought his parents had been happy.
February 5. The kitchen door burst open just as one of the maids was setting some miso in front of Shioji; it was his mother, but...her hair. Was frizzy, and sticking out five inches from her head. She looked frantic, ecstatic, gleeful, and was singing. Very loudly. And off pitch.
"And the TEA WATER goes in the KETTLE, you know, and the thing also goes in the other thing with the stuff and the yeah-"
"Miss Shiouji?" one of the servants mustered. "Are you all right?"
"I am quite wonderful," she said, and hugged Goujo so hard into her chest he was introduced to breasts at a very early age. "So wonderful that I'm starting research at a new confidential super-special government project! And I won't be home very much, so take care of the kid."
They all stared at her as she poured herself an entire glass full of plum sake and danced out of the kitchen.
March 10. Shioji moves in with the Rengayas to help his uncle with research.
December 1. Excel, skipping down the Fukuoka streets, wonders where her son is. She hits herself in the head so she can clear it. Son? She doesn't have a son.