Affirmation: True to Life
Kuruma (Shiori)
A/N: Whenever I put a parentheses around a name with another character's name right before it means no pairing or pure platonic love simply because I don't believe in incest. It happens yes, but I don't believe love coming in that form is safe nor natural. Usually you get Cletus-brand children or something if you interbreed too closely thus the rule of Alabama. (This is actually very true. Read up on History sometimes. Most blood diseases either come from interbreeding too closely/too much or bacteria.)
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Humans had no longer any memory of exercise unless it was forced or they taught themselves at the global sweatshops that Kuruma hated even seeing.
Metabolic rates were easily down, simple hard labor not needed unless one were on the bottom of the food chain.
Children only played video games and simply got like Kuwabara, a little heavy set, (except he put his back into muscle. Kuruma had seen a younger picture of Kuwabara and the child was "proudly pudgy.") Mindless of others, and sometimes depending on the game genre, stupid and easily provoked.
They had no meaning of the word; "exercise," except for, "Hell in a uniform."
Life was simply too easy and junk food and money to easy to get and spend.
Kuruma paused in his typing. So far his mindless drabble of the obesity problem in America in his American studies class for his internet college credits, came along nicely, except if it weren't for the fact that he could see it happening in Japan.
His project was due until next month, but he still had to videotape his speech on the problem and then send the recording to Boston College.
Threading a few fingers in his hair, scratching his scalp, Kuruma heard the door downstairs open and close. Blinking, he wearily got away from the document being typed and went downstairs to see his psuedo-mother, Shiori.
She smiled at him; paying attention as she patted his cheeks and making him slightly blush like an excited schoolgirl on her first date, until he nearly yelled at himself in his mind.
"Hello Shuichi. How is your project coming?" Her sweet voice coming through the musical tones of a soprano English harp with the clarity of a triangle ring, smiling while she awaited an answer form the quiet son of hers. Kuruma smiled gently, helping his mother with her belongings.
"It is all right, mother. Apparently, American children are rather presumptuously obese in studies from Japan, which until I get to America this summer, I won't be able to judge for myself." He wouldn't want to presume from his studies on the Internet and many books that America's youth were generally obese. He could meet so many that he'd have to wonder about it.
"The over sea's trip is within three months, right, Shuichi?" Shiori tapped her index finger against her lips thoughtfully, fully reminding Kuruma of her tendency to do that whenever she was thoughtful or had just forgotten something.
"Yes, mother." Putting the bouquet she brought from work into a small vase that Shiori pulled out from the cupboards, Kuruma still wondered about the health of American children and worried that when he went over that they'd think he was too skinny or something.
"Would you like me to make a snack for you?" Gods, he hoped not. Maybe he could kind of pork up a little, maybe gain at least five pounds before he went over there, after all even now he was really skinny to the people within his own country.
"Yes. I would love that very much, mother." His reply was automatic and he wondered upon the thought of gaining some weight before he left. Though, he hoped that Hiei or Botan would find out. If they did, he'd nearly die.
"What would you like?" Shiori was going through her cabinets, looking for food to serve as a snack.
"I think I would like to try some potato chips and maybe some strawberry soda. Maybe the American foreign grocery place has them. If you are going out to shop for some food, mother, would you go by there and buy me some?" Kuruma decided on it. He would try to gain at least two pounds before he left so not to be too skinny compared to the Americans.
"So tea and biscuits, and I will, Shuichi. I have been wanting to go there myself." Shiori nodded, picking out a tea set and getting some biscuits from the shelves.
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"Now I know why the Americans gorge their stomachs out instead of hara habi chi." Eating at the greasiest, or probably the most greasiest, McDonalds in the whole planet was entirely unappetizing for the appearance and the smell but having everything from Papa Johns to Snow Bunny, still made him want some more American fast food.
'I believe that junk food tastes so good because it is bad for you. ' Ignoring Youko Kuruma, he bit into another Big Mac, letting some ketchup ooze off his chin. Gods, he was a messy eater when it came to the American fast foods.
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A/N: Okay, the reason Kuruma is highly unknowing about fast foods and stuff is the fact that I think Kuruma would have more of a traditional meal every night and be highly healthy following Hara habi chi. (Which means literally 'eight out of ten.' Eat when you're satisfied, not full.) I also thought that Shiori would be more into Healthy healthy foods than harmful foods.
I did a research project on American obesity and I am sorry if I have offended any Americans who were or is now obese. I have family who is obese as well so I know not to be unkind to them like most of my friends are to my other bigger friends. I also would like it known that I do not mean to offend anyone. I used research from my own project for this small chapter.
I also am sorry for all Kurama lovers if I offended you about Kurama saying he needed to gain pounds. The kitsune hasn't had an exactly nice vision of American youth before he even started the project and so it eventually got worse and now he thinks we're all like balloons so he kind of doesn't want to stand out in this story.
I AM SOOOO SORRY IF I OFFENDED ANYONE!!! FORGIVE ME, PLEASE!!! PLEASE ALSO READ AND REVIEW!!!