Still brushing off the cobwebs, and I'm sorry about the last chapter post on AO3; Grammarly and my computer seem not to like each other, and my browser kept glitching, so I didn't know what was happening. I hope we don't have that problem this time.
Okay, let's get to this chapter: boring career stuff, booze, and angst.
Also, a character who shows little to NO emotion is about to deliver more than we've seen, so yeah... a weird chapter.
Please don't hate me.
Just an FYI, Airi was watching the "Humility" music video by the Gorillaz in the previous chapter. She's a big Noodle and Russel fan in my head.
Also, I have Covid. Yay!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 18
"...so that is what we're expecting for the next quarter regarding these investments and businesses. Do you have anything to add, Aihara-san?"
The woman doing the presentation looked away from the projection toward Mei, and all eyes followed, focusing on the silent woman sitting at the head of the table.
They all waited for her to reply, several of them giving each other concerned looks as Mei continued to stare at the folder while the silence continued.
After several tense moments of silence, and a few other people asked Mei to speak, her assistant reached over and placed a hand on Mei's shoulder, causing Mei to startle and some of her papers to scatter.
A few people chuckled, and Mei tried to hide her embarrassment.
"My apologies," she said quietly. "I seem to have stretched myself a little thin lately thanks to our educational branches being back in operation and everything else going on; I found myself lost in thought. What with the new term and our other business endeavors that require my attention, I hope you can forgive my brief moment of absentmindedness."
"We should be apologizing, Aihara-san," replied an older gentleman that Mei figured close to her grandfather's age when she took over his responsibilities. "We know how busy you're schedule and your dedication to the educational sector of your family's holdings. But we thought a face-to-face meeting would be beneficial, as we may be coming up short despite our assurances of a thirty percent growth within the next two years. But with increases in prices and difficulty procuring supplies, we will be unable to fulfill that end of the bargain without a change in fortunes."
"It is to be expected." Mei analyzed the chart and then remembered her papers and what little she remembered of the past twenty minutes of the presentation. "But we will make it through. So long as you keep me aware of any changes in production or financing, we can afford to take a minor increase in profits. Some of our other businesses have similar issues, some report losses, and some have record-breaking years. We may not be making as much as we want, but as far as I know, we don't need to do anything drastic for the foreseeable future. We are simply experiencing a regular aspect of business, and without risk, there can be no reward. So we shall risk a slight loss now, and when it's time for the subsequent evaluation, we shall go through all records with a fine-toothed comb. It's a fundamental approach we've done several times before, but honestly, that's all I can think of now without more data. I know it's not what you wanted to hear, but it is the only path to follow, as it is too early to tell. Is this a satisfactory arrangement?"
"Of course it is, Aihara-san." The gentleman bowed, and he did not attempt to hide his relief. "We were worried about your reaction, that is all. You are right, of course, that there is no need for us to do anything drastic at the moment. But your grandfather was one of our oldest investors and executives. He treated us well but demanded results worthy of his trust, and I apologize for being so anxious."
Several people bowed their heads in apology, and Mei let out a small sigh and said, "I am aware of the kind of expectations my grandfather could have of people. He left an impact on several companies I am currently trying to match or find a way to circumvent so I can create my own identity with them. But I promise you that as long as you are transparent with me and cause us no legal issues for the company, you will have nothing to worry about."
Everyone at the table nodded in agreement with Mei's declaration and proceeded for another hour before the older gentleman and a couple of his assistants escorted Mei out of the building.
After exchanging pleasantries about how Mei was living up to her grandfather's reputation and extending his gratitude, Mei thanked them for their hospitality before heading down the street with her assistant.
"That went well," said the young woman as she took the documents from Mei and put them into her bag. "Especially after you spaced out, Aihara-san. I don't think I've ever seen you so out of it."
"It is a rare sight to see, Miki." Mei liked the girl more than her previous one, her energy and positive nature were a blessing on days like this, but she did have an uncanny ability to speak her mind when she shouldn't. "But I would appreciate your silence in the matter; it's bad enough the people in that meeting will probably talk about it to their colleagues, and I don't need it from people in my inner circle."
"My apologies, ma'am." Miki's tone shifted from its bubbly tone to a more serious one, something her last two assistants had been lacking. "I wasn't trying to upset you, but I noticed you've not been acting like yourself, so I thought I'd try to make you laugh. I meant no offense."
"I know, Miki." It was strange for Mei to use her subordinate's first name in such a casual manner, but the girl had given Mei her permission to do so, and Mei found it comforting, almost as if she was talking to a friend. "But I must ask that you use more caution until we're either back at the office or at least in a place where no one can hear us talking. You do good work, and I am grateful for everything you do, but I must ask that you start being more cautious. Do you understand?"
"I do, Aihara-san." Miki nodded eagerly, and despite her efforts to remain serious, Mei saw the girl's cheerful nature slip through. "But now that we're finished with all our meetings, do you intend to go home, head back to the school, or would you like me to escort you to your wife's..."
"I have already made plans for this evening," said Mei, cutting Miki off from mentioning the cafe. "I am meeting up with some old friends. Please feel free to head home, and I will see you on Monday."
"Of course Aihara-san." Mikie stepped in front of her boss, bowed, and ran back in the opposite direction towards a train entrance they had passed a few minutes ago.
Letting out a long, relaxed breath, Mei finally felt herself begin to relax for the first time that day and looked down at her phone to see if she had any new calls or messages.
There weren't many; some were spam messages that she immediately deleted, and some were messages from Udagawa with updates on how Hideki was doing. It'd only been three days, but he was holding to his word, and despite her relief, the weight of Yuzu's words hit her again, and she sent a polite reply to her former husband and to tell the children and Rena hello from her.
He responded with a smiling group of him, Rena, and their children, with Hideki looking annoyed at being photographed. Mei guessed this was because his injured leg was extended and braced, which looked like it was making his studying more complicated than it needed to be.
But she saved the picture anyway and then scrolled through the rest.
The most important message Mei had received came from Yuzu earlier that day, explaining that she and Airi would be returning that evening but that Mei was free to handle any plans she had made before coming home.
Mei hadn't replied to this, partially due to her schedule, which didn't help her guilt, but also because she couldn't work up the nerve to respond to her wife.
Save for a polite conversation two nights before when Yuzu came by to grab a few extra sets of clothes; they hadn't to each other save for what they had planned.
Although Yuzu had let Mei call Airi so they could have story time each night, Mei ensured she could give Airi her undivided attention.
Airi had chosen one for their latest book about a young witch and her cat getting acclimated to life in the city and creating a delivery business, which Airi had learned about after watching the animated movie. As they hadn't owned it before then, Mei had only purchased it two nights prior.
The feeling of not having Airi there to help buy the book had Mei's eyes stinging, and it wasn't until someone bumped into her.
Apologizing for her rudeness and ensuring she still had all her belongings, Mei started walking again and read the remaining messages in the group chat she had with Shirao and Himeko.
Both messages asked if Mei could make it their dinner plans, and Mei replied that she would.
Shiraho and Himeko replied with loud and colorful images of celebration that Mei found humorous, though strange that Shiraho would risk using such a dynamic reply even in a group chat.
But Mei felt her heart lighten a bit at seeing their eagerness, and after waving down a taxi, she gave him the address, and they were on their way.
Shortly into their drive, though, Mei's phone began ringing, and she nearly dropped it, trying to answer it after seeing that it was Yuzu calling.
After she told the driver everything was fine, Mei answered the call and quietly asked, "Hello?"
"Hey," came Yuzu's voice on the other end. She sounded out of breath, but Mei could hear the relief in Yuzu's voice. "Sorry to bug you, but you didn't answer my text earlier. Are you okay?"
"I'm sorry." Mei looked up to see if the driver was focused on the road, which she was, and continued to speak. "I had to travel to one of the companies we invest in, which took up most of my time. I only left about half an hour ago and wanted to talk, but, as I said, I was busy. But if I'm being honest, I was afraid to answer you. I don't understand why."
"Okay," Yuzu sounded annoyed but not angry, which puzzled Mei. "I figured you were in meetings; I had to travel today too to check on the other locations since Udagawa was out dealing with his brother, so I got caught up in work too. I just picked Airi up from music class, and now we're at the store buying stuff for dinner. Will you be there, or will you be late, and do you want me to save you something?"
"I made plans with Himeko and Shiraho-san this evening." Mei felt a lump form in her throat, making it harder to talk. "But I could cancel if you'd like? I miss both of you and want to see her and you."
"We miss you too." Yuzu's voice sounded strained, but Mei could hear the longing in it. "But I think a night out would be good for you, Mei. You haven't seen either of them in a long time, so promise me you'll have some fun. If not for you, then for me. Please?"
"Are you sure you don't want me to come home?" Mei was beginning to worry that Yuzu didn't want to see her, and it was starting to break her repeated. "I want to see both of you."
"We want to see you too." The sincerity in Yuzu's voice had Mei on the verge of tears. "But I want you to take care of yourself, and sometimes having fun is the best remedy for that, and after the past few days, I think you need it."
"Did you have fun?" asked Mei, hoping that nobody noticed the redness in her eyes. "While you were gone, I mean. Did you and Airi have fun?"
"She did at school." Yuzu sounded slightly aggravated at mentioning the school, but Mei didn't want to press her. "And Matsuri and Harumin were able to keep her entertained, but I have been feeling, if I were to use just one word, I guess it would be neutral. Like, I'm on autopilot or something. Airi, put that down. We have enough snacks at home."
Mei heard Airi say something about how they were almost out, and Yuzu noted that she would check when they got home and asked that Mei hold on a second. There was a loud groan, and Mei chuckled before hearing a strange noise on the other end.
"Hi, Mommy," chirped Airi through the phone. "Mama and I are at the store buying groceries. We're gonna have soba and tempura for dinner."
"That sounds delicious," sniffed Mei as she wiped her eyes. "Are you going to help?"
"Mama said I can help with the vegetables but can't put them in the oil. She said I'd get burned, so I gotta sit at the counter and watch."
"She's right." Mei continued to wipe her eyes as she spoke. "Hot oil is dangerous. I've burned myself with it, and so has your brother and Mama. So you listen to her and be good for me."
"I will." Airi groaned at being told what to do, and Mei could imagine her flailing her arms as she did when she was annoyed. "Are you gonna come home and help? And are you going to read me my story tonight? I wanna read my book with you."
"I'll do my best to be home to read to you tonight, Airi. You know I wouldn't miss that if I couldn't help it, right?"
"I know." Airi made a loud sigh, and Mei smiled at the noise. "But Mommy, ummm, I fell asleep watching the video you made. I'm sorry."
"That's all right, Airi." Mei felt a small stab in her chest but recovered quickly and began sputtering. "Did you watch it again? It got saved on the tablet, didn't it? I sent it correctly?"
"Yeah." Airi sounded confused by Mei's voice but continued speaking. "Mama, let me watch it at bedtime last night and before she started reading another book. She asked if I wanted her to read Kiki, but I said no 'cuz that's our story. I liked our last story and that song at the end. But I didn't get why you said some of that stuff. Mama said we were gonna sit down and talk when you were ready. Do you know when we're gonna talk?"
"Soon, I hope," said Mei feeling like she was going to pass out, and rolled down the cab of the window as it wove its way down the streets. "But I'm going to see your Aunts Suzuran and Himeko for a couple of hours. However, I promise I'll do my best to be home early enough to read to you."
"Yay," shouted Airi, and Mei couldn't help but giggle. "Oh, can Mama read the story with us? If you don't want her to read, that's fine. I like the way you read more, Mommy."
"Well, that's just rude," huffed Yuzu off to the side, making Mei smile despite her sadness.
"If Mama wants to read with us and you're okay with it, she can. We will have to figure out who reads what, but we can try. Is there anything else you want to talk about? Did music class go okay?"
"Yeah," said Airi quietly. "The mean girls weren't there today, so I had fun, and we're learning a new song. Are you gonna talk to the school? I heard Mama say something about that to Auntie Harumin."
"We are going to try to do that soon, Airi." Mei's throat was getting raw, but she fought the desire to hang up the phone. "I'm sorry it's taking so long, but Mama and I will fix this."
"Okay." Airi sounded unsure, and Mei couldn't blame her, but as if to subconsciously prove she was Yuzu's daughter, the girl recovered and continued with a cheery voice. "Ummm, Mama and I are gonna buy ingredients. Do you want me to ask her for something for you?"
"Just that she does her best to keep you awake until I get home so I can see you and read to you." Mei realized that the cab was slowing down, and she began looking for Himeko and Shiraho. "Can you please put Mama on the phone?"
"'Kay," answered Airi, followed by her shouting. "Mama! Mommy said I get to stay up cuz she wants to see me and read our story."
"Stop shouting, Airi," grumbled Yuzu, and Mei could imagine her wife's eyes rolling. "I was only a few meters away. Now go grab the soy and mirin for me, we're low, and I need more for the broth."
"Bye bye Mommy! I'm excited for story time." Mei heard the phone shift and Airi's voice fading as she sang, "Soba, Soba, soba, and tempura!"
"Sorry about that," chuckled Yuzu, and Mei heard some plastic rustling. "She's excited about dinner and story time. I'd offer to read to her if you were too tired, but you remember what happened the last time I tried to read a new book you two hadn't started. She snatched it and hid it under her pillow before I could pick it up."
"She's possessive of our storytime." Mei chuckled and began fishing through her purse for some money for the driver. "But you are welcome to join us, Yuzu. I wouldn't mind."
"I'll double-check with Airi." Yuzu thanked Airi for grabbing the ingredients and said for her to get ready to leave. "But I'll do my best to keep her up. Do you want me to bathe her, or do you want to have one with her? You two haven't done that in a while."
"If she's awake, we will; if not, we will do that tomorrow."
"Okay." Yuzu sounded pleased with that compromise and excused her and Airi to some person on their end. "Well, we're going to finish up here, and then I gotta drive, so I need to hang up."
"I'm in a similar situation with my cab driver," handing the driver her money and receiving her change. "But I'm happy you two are home, happier than you can imagine, Yuzu."
"I'm happy to be home too, Mei." Yuzu's voice dropped while she spoke, and Mei exited her cab. "And I want you to come home soon, I do. I just...I'm...I'm just a little nervous about what's going to happen, and while I do want you to have some fun and relax, I do need a little time to get my head ready, and I'm sorry if it came off as me not wanting you to come home. Because I want you here and to hold you and everything. But Mei, we have to talk, and I'm tired of us saying we're going to and just forgetting to do it, and I'm starting to get afraid of what will happen if we don't."
"I understand." Mei felt some of the weight lift from her heart at Yuzu, admitting why she was so insistent that Mei had some time to herself. "Thank you for being honest. I thought you didn't want me to come home tonight."
"That couldn't be further from the truth Mei," chuckled Yuzu and Mei heard a familiar sniffle. "But I gotta check out and get this kid home and fed. She's trying to steal some of the fruit we just bought. Airi, I said you need to wait until we're home."
There was a protest from Airi, and Mei chuckled and said, "Okay. Please tell her I miss her and will be home soon. I love you, Yuzu, and yes, we will be sure to talk because I'm tired of feeling like this after every fight."
"I love you too, and I feel the same, Mei. We'll see you soon. Be safe and let me know when you're on the way home; I worry when you're out late."
Mei promised she'd keep Yuzu noticed, and after one final goodbye, they hung up, and although she felt like the weight of the world was lifted from her shoulders, she felt tired and wished she hadn't agreed with Yuzu's request.
But it was too late to turn back, and although she was confident that she looked terrible, Mei straightened herself up and headed into the restaurant.
A host greeted her, and when asked if she had a reservation, she dropped Himeko's name. After looking up the reservation, they found that Himeko had reserved a private room and that Momokino and Shiraho had arrived before her and were waiting. Asking for a moment to get herself cleaned up, Mei excused herself and went to the bathroom, where she splashed some cold water on her face before patting it dry with a towel and looking at her reflection for the first time since she'd left the school.
She definitely needed to get some sleep, she saw. Her eyes were puffy and red, she had bags under them, and her hair was disheveled. Her clothes could have been in better condition, that was certain. At the very least, she should have ironed them or put them through the dewrinkle cycle before she left that morning, but with the schedule she had to deal with, there just wasn't enough time.
At that moment, Mei wished she were a little more like Yuzu. At least then, she would have enough makeup and knowledge to figure out how to hide her weariness to stave off the barrage of questions Himeko would have for her once she saw Mei's condition. Luckily, Mei found a brush in her bag and, after a quick combing, tried applying cold towels to her eyes to help with the swelling and redness. It helped a little, and knowing she couldn't hold off anymore, Mei returned to the host and followed them to the private room where her friends were waiting.
When the door opened, Mei found floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city's streets, pristine walls, and soft music playing. There were blinds, but Mei saw that Himeko and Shiraho had chosen to leave them open while they sat at a large ebony chabudai and rested on the tatami mat floor while they sipped at drinks and nibbled on some skewers.
"Mei-Mei, you made it," laughed Himeko, getting up and adjusting her skirt before rushing to her friend and giving Mei a bone-breaking hug.
"Hello, Himeko," gasped Mei while returning the hug as best she could. "I see you got started without me."
"The food just arrived, as did the drinks, Mei-san," standing up and embracing Mei once Himeko had pulled herself away from her best friend. "We haven't been here long, but we were beginning to worry. You're usually more communicative when it comes to meetings like this."
"I have had a difficult couple of days," answered Mei trying to avert her gaze from Shiraho's but immediately knew that she'd failed the moment she spoke.
"I see." Shiraho nodded and looked at the host with her usually stoic gaze. "Please let the staff know that our other guest has arrived and that we will need a few moments before they send someone."
"Of course, Shiraho-sama." The man bowed, unfazed by the look, and addressed Mei, who was busy taking her shoes off. "Aihara-san, would you care for a drink? Water? Tea? Or perhaps something stronger if you are feeling up for it. Shiraho-Sama has instructed us to fulfill whatever you require within reason."
"Mei-Mei wouldn't want..." started Himeko, only to blush in embarrassment when Mei answered the man.
"A small bottle of chilled junmai daiginjo sake, please, with ice water, some yakitori skewers, and a salad to start. I have no preference on the brand of drink, but make certain it's chilled."
"Of course." The man turned to Shiraho momentarily to confirm something, and when she nodded, he bowed politely and then left to grab Mei's initial order.
"Mei-Mei," Himeko's voice was worried, and she steered Mei to the floor and helped her sit before sitting down. "Mei-Mei, you're drinking? Are you feeling all right? You seldom drink unless something significant has happened."
"Several things are happening all at once, and I am more stressed than usual," explained Mei before asking if she could have a skewer. "So I decided to have a few drinks tonight. Is that a problem?"
"It's not," said Himeko, shifting closer to Mei and placing a hand on her shoulder. "You're free to drink if that's what you want. It's just that you don't normally do it when you're out. That's all I meant."
"If that's your opinion, I ask that you not question why I'm drinking, and please accept the act that I feel the need to, if only for this one night."
Shiraho nodded, unnerved by Mei's brusque manner, took her seat across from Mei, and sipped some tea before asking gingerly, "Mei-san, something is troubling you. Did something happen at home? Or is it a professional matter? Whatever it is, we are here to help."
"I'd rather not discuss it at the moment." Mei took a bite of the skewer and chewed quietly before swallowing and continuing. "We are having a reunion, and these are supposed to be joyous occasions. So if you're okay with it, I'd prefer you all tell me about the things going on in your lives before we discuss mine. But before we start, I do have some questions."
"Please, feel free to ask, Mei-san."
"Ask away, Mei-Mei."
Mei set her food down on a plate. She looked at both Himeko and Shiraho before asking, "Himeko if you're the one who made this reservation and offered to pay for the evening, why are they deferring to Shiraho-san and not you? Or better yet, offering us their full menu? Am I missing something?"
Before speaking, Himeko gave Mei a once over and noted her best friend's puffy, red eyes, the bags beneath them, and disheveled appearance before answering the question.
"It so happens, the business contact who recommended this place to me is also a contact of Shiraho-sans, and since we both had meetings with the man, Shiraho-san and I met him at his office. That's where we were before we came here, and when I gave our driver the address, Shiraho-san mentioned something about it being familiar. So when we got here, Shiraho-san just looked the building up and down before snapping her fingers and saying that her family owns the building, the restaurant, and a few other businesses running out of here."
"We don't own the businesses, Himeko-san. We merely hold a majority investment in them," corrected Shiraho as a server returned with Mei's requested dishes. "So while we profit from our investments, we're very hands-off unless necessary, but there are other perks. Our meal isn't free, for instance, but it is discounted, and as you mentioned, we have been given full access to everything on the menu. So don't be afraid to order what you like or about a time limit."
"Speaking of orders." Himeko smiled at the server and requested a thick rolled omelette but sweet rather than traditional and a few more non-alcoholic beverages that Mei didn't bother to remember.
When they were gone, Himeko returned to doting on Mei, carefully slipping her arm around her friend, who, to Himeko's surprise, did not attempt to stop it.
"Are you all right, Mei-Mei? You look tired. Have you been getting enough sleep?"
"I have not," croaked Mei after a quick cough. "But that's not important right now, Himeko. What's important is that we need to enjoy ourselves with some good food and drinks."
"Speaking of which." At that moment, the server returned with Mei's drinks, and Himeko placed an order for a thick rolled omelette and requested they make it sweet instead of savory.
"You need to try this omelette, Mei-Me," sighed HImeko, returning to Mei's side. "It's got to be one of the best I've had."
"I will take your word on it," replied Mei as she poured her first cup of sake and raised it. "To our reunion."
The other two grabbed their drinks and toasted their evening before catching up with one another.
In regards to Himeko, many of her ventures were doing well. They were by no means a roaring success. But, she was gaining enough notoriety with some larger clients that there was discussion of her traveling to Europe for a few months to look into opening a store or two in a few cities, which caught Shiraho's attention.
"I haven't been to Europe in quite a while," she said with a somewhat longing tone. "I do miss it, particularly, Nice. It's such a lovely city, and it's right near the ocean. Honoka enjoyed that the most, and the food was fantastic. During that trip, we also went to Florence and the Amalfi coast in Italy. All three places were lovely, and we meant to go back. I'll look into planning a trip to Germany and Scotland, I think. My husband has been discussing trying to get some new business opportunities in the European liquor market, and I believe they'd be a good place to start."
"I don't understand the obsession with France," huffed Himeko after taking the last bite of the omelette she'd shared with Mei. "It's a lovely country for sure, but the tourist aspects of many cities are not worth it. The candy shops I visited were rather bland, and some food was too heavy for me. Honestly, I'm not sure how people can stomach it, and they speak so fast that even if I understood most of the language, I wouldn't be able to follow. But I was there for work, so my sole focus was Paris. Perhaps you could get me the address of where you stayed, and I will also attempt to head there during Golden Week or next summer. Perhaps we could plan our trips around the same time. I've been meaning to start a children's line, and I'd love Honoka's opinion and Airi's and her cousins. I am curious about Spain, though. Mei-Mei, you went there once with Yuzu when she worked for that hotel company, correct? How did you enjoy it?"
"It's quite lovely," said Mei after swallowing the soba noodles she'd ordered before nibbling on a piece of tempura. "We spent much of our trip in Seville, but we managed to go to Portugal on her days off. That's where we got the ham and almond nougat confections we sent you."
"I'll add it to the list," chimed Himeko, smiling at Mei, who drained the last glass on her third bottle of sake.
Seeing this, Himeko flashed a worried look to Shiraho and gestured at the bottles and her concerns about Mei's mental state.
Shiraho nodded and waved her hand as if saying they'd address it soon and instead began talking about her work with some of the building associations her family was a part of and their retail services.
While Mei was enjoying listening to her friends, she was slipping into the same mood she'd been in during her meeting and pondering if this is what Yuzu meant by feeling neutral.
It was a familiar feeling, one that Mei wasn't enjoying recognizing. It was something she rarely felt anymore; not since she and Yuzu had fully committed to their relationship had she felt this icy sense of indifference.
She wished that she could find solace in Himeko's affections. The way her friend tried to console her by offering to order one of their favorite foods or trying to include her in the stories they were telling, but Mei couldn't find the strength.
Nor could she find the strength to hide her feelings from Shiraho, as impossible as that was in recent years. Mei remembered learning about how Shiraho had always found Mei's ability to block others from seeing what she was thinking one of her more mysterious and attractive qualities.
But Mei hadn't been able to hold that facade up as effectively as she used to. Her meeting that morning was proof of that, and while she wished she could fall back into those habits, Mei could not allow that to happen; more importantly, she didn't want to.
Grabbing the clay vessel, Mei drained the sake quickly and sipped some water before pressing the button and ordering another round once the server arrived.
"Mei-Mei, I think you should slow down." Himeko's voice was soft, but there was a hint of rigidity and worry. "That's your third bottle, and I'm beginning to worry."
"Fourth, actually," corrected Shiraho after swallowing a bit of eggplant tempura. "But I agree with Himeko-san that this is worrisome. I haven't seen you drink this much since your wedding. Are you sure you're all right? If you aren't, it's all right with us if we call an end to our festivities early, or we could move them to your house if you'd prefer. Or one of ours. Just say the word, and we will make the necessary arrangements."
"I'm not sure what I want at the moment." Mei accepted the latest bottle of sake, poured herself another glass, lifted it, and hesitated before drinking it and setting it on the table with a dull thud. "You can already tell that things aren't going well at home, and I am honestly unsure whether or not I wish to discuss them with you."
"Why wouldn't we want to talk to you about your problems, Mei-Mei?" Himeko's arm moved from Mei's elbow to her, wrapping her best friend into a strong side hug. "We've been friends our whole lives. My problems are your problems, and yours are mine. You've helped me get through business decisions, my divorce, and school, and yes, it hasn't been perfect, but we've always been there for each other, and I don't see why we should stop now."
"I'm of a similar mind," agreed Shiraho, as she gathered their empty plates and set them aside for their server. "Though we just saw each other during your vacation, I would be lying if I didn't say that I got excited that HImeko-san decided to include me in your plans. It's been a refreshing evening, and when I accepted the invitation, I also accepted everything involved: the good and the bad. So please, if you need to get something off your chest, now is the time. You set aside your feelings and conversed with us; it's time we listened to you. And don't say that there is not; as you said, it's as plain as the wrinkled outfit you're wearing that something is bothering you, and letting it fester will only make it worse."
Mei smiled slightly at Shiraho's comment and said, "I appreciate it, both of you. But it's selfish of me to talk about this because it's a conversation we've had several times already, with some new elements added. You must be tired of hearing me talk about my relationship and..."
"I won't lie," interrupted Himeko, brushing some hair out of Mei's face and smiling, "that hearing about your and Yuzu's problems can be a little tiresome."
Mei rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to confirm that she didn't want to continue the conversation, but Himeko continued.
"But she is your wife, you have children together, and they are important to me, even Yuzu. They make you happy, and I care for them deeply. So if me listening to the same problems over and over again helps all of you, then I am happy to do it."
"That's nice of you to say, Himeko." Mei sniffed and poured herself another drink and sipped it. "But I'm not sure how you two will be able to help with it. Everything that's happened is my fault, so why..."
"I highly doubt that, Mei-san. Please tell us what is troubling you, or this evening ends."
Mei looked up and felt the blood drain from her face when she saw a look of cold fury on Shiraho's face. Her hand was shaking so much that Mei wasn't sure if it was the look on her friend's face that was doing it or the alcohol, but she managed to drink most of it, and after cleaning up what she'd spilled, Mei sipped some water and took a few deep breaths.
"Very well," said Mei once she managed to calm herself sufficiently, "where should I begin?"
For the next hour, Mei went over all that had happened over the past several days.
From the inciting incident involving Hideki, her fight with Yuzu, and the issues she'd been having sleeping and how it had affected her work. Shiraho and Himeko immediately wrote off the lack of sleep as detrimental to Mei's work. Mei had shown she could work to her full capabilities without much sleep.
But from Mei's explanation, it was clear that everything was taking a psychological toll on her more than anything, and they said as such, which Mei was inclined to agree with her friends.
"I thought pretty much the same thing," said Mei after finishing her most recent bottle of sake and declining another one when the server came to clean up and switching to strictly water. "I always feel drained after a fight with Yuzu, and I hate it. We haven't been fighting as much as we used to, but for some reason, they seem to be getting more intense, and there are several issues brought up that I thought we were past, but as you've heard, they keep getting brought up. Although Yuzu blaming me for Airi's situation is new."
"That is what concerns me as well," agreed Himeko, who had remained quiet during Mei's explanation, holding back her usual commentary and defense of Mei to get the whole story. "It's not like her, and I've not noticed anything like that with Airi when you've let me see her, and she doesn't mention it when I ask about school or music class. Are things as bad as Yuzu is saying?"
"I'm not sure." Mei sipped her water again and rested her head in her arms. "But if Yuzu's telling the truth, and Airi is turning into me, then she won't tell anyone until she gets backed into a corner. Although it's not like she hasn't made it known, we are aware of the bullying, and getting the time to go to Airi's music school on my end, has been difficult with everything going on. But that's why I thought I could trust Yuzu to handle it and explain everything to me when she finished, but..."
"Perhaps there is something deeper going on," commented Shiraho after sending a text to her husband, explaining that she would be a little late. "Have either of you talked about these things before?"
"Off and on," explained Mei, feeling her head grow a little fuzzy as she relaxed at exposing this recent hurt. "It's why we invited her dad to visit us on her vacation so that she wouldn't feel so alone."
"I remember you saying something about that." Himeko nibbled on a lingering bit of edamame, swallowed, and continued. "You said; Airi broke into tears and began screaming her head off when she saw him. But she's better now, right? They've been talking, haven't they?"
"She talks to him a few times a week," confirmed Mei as she sat up and stretched, trying to stave off the sleepiness that was taking hold. "But it's not enough, it sounds like, and I've not been doing enough, and she and Yuzu hate me."
"I don't believe they hate you, Mei-san." Shiraho reached over and squeezed Mei's hand. "I believe they're hurt, and they spent so much time trying not to hurt you that it came out in a hurtful way."
"Then why would Airi think I don't like her," asked Mei, her eyes burning. "Why would she think that when we tried to get her to meet her father so she could feel better about herself and instead she thinks we were trying to give her away? She doesn't trust me enough to talk to me and thinks I prefer her brother over her. I've been there for her just like Yuzu has. Stories, meals, bath time, trips, I do almost everything I did with Hideki with her and some things we couldn't do with Hideki, and she thinks I don't want her?"
Tears were pouring down Mei's eyes, and there was a brief silence followed by the clinking of ice in a glass and Himeko handing Mei a clean wet napkin.
"Thank you, Himeko." Mei dabbed at her eyes and sniffed. "On top of that, Hideki is hiding from me, Udagawa won't even let us talk to him because that's what Hideki wants, and I'm being blamed for him running away, and then there's the stuff I told you about Yuzu and why my reaction to that hurt Airi. When am I going to be enough? I wasn't enough for Grandfather for the longest time, the same with my father, and now I'm not even enough for..."
"Stop that."
Shiraho's voice had returned to its icy tone earlier, stopping Mei's sobs and Himeko's whispers of reassurance.
Before either Mei or Himeko could ask what was going on, Shiraho was on her feet and gathering her things.
"Gather your belongings. We are leaving. My brothers are out front with a car; Himeko, I'll handle the bill on the way out. You can pay me later if you like, but we must get Mei-san home."
"But Shiraho-san..."
"Himeko-san, get ready to leave. I will have no arguments," snapped Shiraho, catching Mei and Himeko off guard with the anger in her voice. Even Shiraho was disturbed by it, but she recovered quickly and gathered herself accordingly.
"Please do as I ask," she requested with her familiar calm voice and expression. "Gather your things and help Mei-san with her shoes. That would be the best course of action, given how much she's drunk. I will be settling the bill. So please, when you are ready, meet me at the elevator, and we will take Mei-san home. I agree with Yuzupon that sometimes a night out is needed. But after hearing all this, Mei-san's been out long enough. It is clear that home is where she needs to be."
"How did her brothers get here so quickly," asked Mei while Himeko stood by to check if she needed help with her shoes.
"They ate out in the public seating area," explained Himeko, her voice shaken by what they'd witnessed. "I suspect that was who she was texting along with her husband and a few business associates. You know she never goes anywhere without one or both of them."
Mei shrugged in agreement and, with the help of Himkeo, climbed back to her feet. She swayed briefly, the blood rushing to her face, and the alcohol made the room spin, but Himeko was there to offer a helping hand as she so often was, and together they headed to the entrance.
As usual, the two imposing men were standing on either side of Shiraho with welcoming smiles for Himeko and Mei, though several clients kept a wide berth from the group.
After a casual but heartfelt greeting, the women followed their escorts out of the building to the car Shiraho had arrived in and began the slow drive to Mei and Yuzu's home.
The conversation was minuscule as they drove through the bright streets, with Himeko only asking on occasion if Mei needed anything and Mei declining her best friend but also thanking her for being so considerate.
Shiraho, on the other hand, was even more stone-faced than usual, which led Mei to believe that her brother's lack of cheer was affected by Shirahos mood. While they had all gotten used to gauging Shiraho's emotions over the years, despite her stoic nature, her brothers were the best indicator if you were ever uncertain of what was going on in her head.
And as of that moment, their mood pointed toward Shiraho being on a bit of a war path.
Eventually, they arrived at the house; except for the dim glow of Airi's lamp in the upstairs window, a light in the living room, and the front porch light, the house was dark.
Mei expected this, and as they walked to the front door, Shiraho's brothers remaining with the car, Mei's feet began to shuffle as if they were trying to tell her not to go in.
"We're with you, Mei-Mei," said Himeko, linking her arm with Mei's and gesturing toward the door. "This is your home, too, and if you don't want to go in or want us to go in with you, we will do whatever you ask."
"If it makes it easier for you, I would like to have a private word with Yuzupon," explained Shiraho, effectively sandwiching Mei between her two closest friends. "I wish to convey my feelings towards her regarding your recent altercation; out here, obviously, I don't wish to disturb Airi. But if you'd instead I wait for another time, I will wait."
"I want to go in," whispered Mei, feeling a little lightheaded, though again, she wasn't sure if it was her fatigue or the alcohol making her feel this way. "And if Yuzu is willing to talk, you can talk to her; that is her decision. But I wish to see Airi; I promised her I'd read to her. Himeko, can you come up with me? Not to read, but just to make sure I don't fall or anything."
"I'd be happy too." Himeko smiled at Mei and squeezed her friend's arm tighter. "Also, I want to see Airi. I haven't seen her in a long time and want to hug her if she's awake."
With a plan in mind, the three women approached the door. Mei briefly broke contact with Himeko to gather her keys, but just as she went to unlock the door, it opened, and Yuzu appeared wearing her slippers, some sweats, and a tee-shirt, and carrying a bag of trash and looking a little surprised to see them.
"Oh, hi," was all she managed to say, though she did give Mei what they thought was a genuine smile. "You're home, and from the looks of it, you didn't have as much fun as I'd hoped you would."
"Things could have gone better," said Shiraho from the back of their small group. "But we did manage to have a somewhat enjoyable evening. However, I would like to have a word with you, Yuzupon. Do you have the time?"
"Ye...yeah," stammered Yuzu, stepping out of the way and allowing Himeko and Mei to enter. But before she left, she took a moment to check on Mei.
"I need a minute with Mei. Do you mind?" asked Yuzu gesturing at Himeko's hand.
"Only if Mei-Mei..."
"It's fine, Himeko." Mei gently removed her friend's fingers and motioned toward the hallway leading to the living room. "I'll only be a minute, Shirapon."
"I'll be waiting."
Yuzu stopped briefly, a slight chill running along her spine at Shiraho's answer.
After making sure Mei could make it through the entryway without tripping, the two of them headed into the hallway, where Yuzu turned on a light and finally got her first good look at Mei and felt her heart drop into her stomach.
"Damn," whispered Yuzu when she saw the state Mei was in. "I really screwed things up. Can I?"
Yuzu lifted a hand to Mei's face and kept it a respectable distance until Mei nodded her consent.
Yuzu's hands were as warm as ever, and Mei couldn't resist closing her eyes and nuzzling her cheek into one of them as Yuzu inspected her. First her hair, then her cheeks, and her eyes. Mei felt herself drifting as Yuzu's fingers lovingly studied her face as if they were looking for even the slightest imperfection that only they could find.
When she opened her eyes, Mei saw that Yuzu was in a similar condition to hers. Dark circles were under Yuzu's eyes, and her hair was a mess; it was clear to Mei that Yuzu was also running on fumes.
"I'm sorry," whispered Yuzu, her hands cradling Mei's face like it was made of glass. "I'm so sorry."
"I am too," whispered Mei, pressing a hand against Yuzus. "But I don't want to deal with any more tonight. I've been drinking and don't know if I could handle that conversation. So, with Himeko's help, could I please go upstairs and see our daughter? Is she awake or asleep?"
"Of course, you can see her," chuckled Yuzu, though it took all her willpower not to cry. "She's been drifting in and out; she wants to see you so badly. But last I saw, she was asleep, but yeah, you two can go up."
"Thank you." Mei removed Yuzu's hands from her cheek, leaned in, and placed a gentle kiss on Yuzu's cheek before hugging her wife.
Yuzu returned the hug, and Mei felt the familiar urge to break down into tears but resisted it and instead increased her grip on Yuzu while Yuzu did the same, releasing just a bit more of the tension that had built up in her muscles before breaking the hug.
"I'll be up soon, I hope," said Yuzu after a quick kiss on Mei's forehead. "Try not to get her too riled up."
"I promise." Mei nodded and caressed Yuzu's cheek once more before leaving the hallway and gesturing for Himeko to follow.
Before following Mei upstairs, Himeko waved at Yuzu, who waved back, and when they were gone, she stepped to the end of the hallway and waited. After a minute of silence, there came a loud squeak from Airi, a couple of laughs from Mei and Himeko, and some excited chatter.
Shaking her head, Yuzu returned to the front door, grabbed the garbage bag, and pointed in the direction Shiraho should follow her.
"How much did she tell you," asked Yuzu once they were out of earshot from the window.
"Enough," answered Shiraho, her voice polite but curt. "However, I wish to hear your opinion on the matter. I'm sure you've noticed that Mei-san isn't in her right mind now, and I'm certain she told you that she's been drinking."
"She said that yeah." Yuzu felt the guilt hit her like a hammer after Shiraho reinforced this information. "I didn't mean to do that to her, but I know I screwed up. I put a lot of blame on Mei that I shouldn't have. I've been far from perfect, so if you're here to yell at me to make things right, I'm going to. I've been beating myself up over the past few days; I don't need you adding to it, Shirapon."
"I will add what I feel is necessary."
Yuzu's back straightened at Shiraho's declaration. Although the passing years had diminished their vast height difference, it was still noticeable, and in Shiraho's current mood, her form seemed to grow even more massive.
"Normally, I believe it would be Himeko-san to lecture you on how you treated Mei-san, but this time it will be me."
Yuzu did her best to stand up straight, but it was difficult, thanks to the garbage cans hitting the back of her knees, forcing her to balance against them.
"I know that you two have your problems; we all do. I also do not expect perfection from either of you; we are human. I also know that Mei-san is not the easiest person to get along with; that much is clear once you learn what her life has been like."
Yuzu nodded in agreement, not wanting to evoke any more wrath than was necessary from the ordinarily stable Shiraho.
"But I will not accept her you blaming Mei-san for whatever is wrong with Airi. Airi is your responsibility, so you also bear some of the blame. And while I do agree with you on some points, and I understand that you are frustrated, I will not stand for either of you making it the other's fault. You know she is a good mother despite her faults."
"I know." Yuzu's voice was low, but it echoed in the quiet of the late evening. "I know I screwed up, Shirapon. It was just...I'm not trying to get out of what I did by saying this, but you had to be there to understand my side. But you're right, I should have handled it differently or could have said something earlier, but I didn't. But you also aren't around all the time and that afternoon. Everything I'd meant to say spilled out along with all my anger and frustration. I didn't want to hurt her, but I did, and I hurt Airi too; I also hurt Hideki. I hurt our family and want to fix it, but I don't know how."
"Then find someone who does," suggested Shiraho, finally seeing Yuzu's exhaustion and anguish now that she'd said her piece and calmed down a little. "Mei-san mentioned that she appreciates our help but feels guilty about always coming to us, and she has mentioned in the past that you've discussed therapy."
"We tried a few sessions, but we never made it stick," sniffled Yuzu as she wiped her eyes. "Life kept getting in the way, and we fell back into what we always do, but we get a little better each time, but lately, I've thought it's not enough. But I don't want to force Mei into it because to help, they need to ask a lot of probing questions, and I don't know if Mei wants to go through with it."
"I understand." Shiraho's heart rate was still elevated, but she took a few deep breaths and slowed it a little. "But something needs to be done, and not taking a risk because you're afraid of the outcome is one of the reasons you and Mei-san ended up separating. Yes, you got back together and have made it last, but your love for each other can only take you so far, Yuzupon. If you truly think you need this, then tell Mei-san. I'm confident she'll be more open to the concept than you think."
"I think you're right." Shiraho took a step back, and Yuzu finally straightened herself up and groaned as her back twitched. "I mean, I know you're right. But Mei..."
"I would suggest you quit making excuses, Yuzupon." Sighed Shiraho, her mask slipping momentarily. "Because it is not helping either of you. Making decisions for her will not make this better for your relationship. Talk to her, ask her, and I can almost guarantee that Mei-san will agree, so I implore you to trust her the way you used to."
"If you're going to say it like that, guess I got no choice," chuckled Yuzu, though she felt no joy.
"You always have a choice Yuzupon." Shiraho reached out and squeezed Yuzu's shoulder reassuringly. "It's just that when a choice requires a sacrifice is when it feels like you don't have one."
Yuzu nodded in agreement and asked if she had anything else to say, but Shiraho shook her head.
"I've said what I needed to, and I know you won't let me down."
The threat in Shiraho's voice was clear, and Yuzu said, "I'll talk to Mei in the morning or the day after. She asked that we wait to talk about everything. We both need some sleep, and if we're going to have an actual conversation about this kind of step, we need our heads clear."
"That is a wise decision," agreed Shiraho before letting a small yawn slip past her lips. "If you'd be so kind, can you see if Himeko plans to stay or head home? I can drop her off if she wishes to leave."
"Sure." Yuzu gestured toward the front door. "Do you want to come in or stay out here?"
"I believe I shall stay outside." Shiraho took a deep breath and sighed. "I feel like I need the air. Also, I am sorry for cornering you like that, Yuzupon. It's just that I don't want to see you two fall back to how you used to be, and if I overstepped, please tell me."
"You did a little," chuckled Yuzu dryly. "But I appreciate it. I know you're worried, but as much as I hate to admit it, there's always the chance that we don't work out, and if we don't, I just hope you'll still be our friend. I don't want to lose you guys, even Himeko."
"I promise that will never happen." Shiraho showed a sincere smile to Yuzu, making the blonde blush. "But we'll discuss that later, so if you'd get Himeko for me. I'm tired and wish to go home; tonight did not turn out the way any of us expected."
"I hear that," laughed Yuzu before saying either she or Himeko would be down with an answer in a few moments.
Reaching the stairs, Yuzu nearly walked into Himeko, who was tiptoeing down them, wearing a satisfied smile on her face.
"I'm so sorry," whispered HImeko after stifling a gasp of surprise. "I should have been paying attention. Are you and Shiraho-san finished talking?"
"For now," replied Yuzu, burying her suspicions about Himeko's smile. "I have a feeling this isn't the end of our talks. What about you? I heard you, Mei, and Airi having a little fun up there while I headed out. Are they still awake?"
"No." Himeko's curls swung lazily as she shook her head. "Mei tried to read a little of Airi's story to her, but they both fell asleep only a few pages in. So, now they're both up there tucked in and asleep, courtesy of yours truly."
"Thank you, Himeko."
Even after years of strained friendship, a familiar suspicion in the back of Yuzu's mind was compelling Yuzu to ask if Himeko had done anything else to Mei, but she buried it. It was too late for another fight, and Yuzu was getting fed up with these old grudges, so she let it slide.
"You're welcome." Himeko's smile remained on her face though Yuzu could see she wanted to ask something else but was wondering if she should push her luck.
"I'll tell you about it later," sighed Yuzu, leaning back against the wall. "It's too late for this; Himeko and I know we're both worried about them. But I'll promise you, as I did with Shirapon, that we'll keep you in the loop and work this out. I'm sure Mei will call you in the morning with an update. Is that fair?"
"That is fair." Himeko let out a sigh of relief at Yuzu's honesty and pointed toward the door. "I'm going to be heading out, though. I have an early day tomorrow, and I could swear Shiraho-san is out there waiting for me to offer a ride, so I best get out of here."
"She is." Yuzu snorted a laugh and removed herself from the wall, and walked Himeko to the door. "Do you want me to walk you to the car?"
"That won't be necessary," sighed Himeko after she slipped her shoes on and opened the door.
As she slipped out the door, Himeko popped her head back in and, with narrowed eyes, said, "And Yuzu, just a fair warning, don't ever let something like this happen again. Because if it does, I won't be so nice."
Before Yuzu could say anything, Himeko was gone and the door shut behind her.
Wondering how the day could get any more exhausting, Yuzu locked the door and ensured everything else was secure before heading upstairs.
As expected, the only light on was the lamp in Airi's room, and when she walked in, she smiled at the sight of Airi in bed, cuddled up against Mei, snoring quietly while Mei sat upright, sleeping peacefully against a mountain of pillows. The book lay open in Mei's lap, resting on the blanket Himeko had draped over the sleeping pair.
Picking it up, Yuzu put the well-used bookmark Mei had been using since Airi was a baby on the page where they'd fallen asleep and placed it gently on the table before turning off the light.
Yuzu wasn't sure if it was the click of the lamp or the lack of light that woke her, but Mei grunted and quietly asked, "Yuzu?"
"It's okay," whispered Yuzu, placing a gentle hand on Mei's. "I shut off the light. The power is on, and you're in Airi's room."
"I fell asleep while reading to her," mumbled Mei, and Yuzu could see her body shifting in the dim external light as she got more comfortable. "Did Himeko and Shiraho-san go home?"
"They did." Yuzu squeezed Mei's hand and wiped away a tear when she saw Mei's eyes in the moonlight. "It's just us. But don't worry about that now; get some sleep."
"Stay," mumbled Mei, adjusting her hand so that Yuzu could grip it more easily. "At least until I fall asleep. Please?"
"Of course, I will." Yuzu squeezed Mei's hand tightly and risked leaning in to kiss Mei's forehead.
"Thank you," muttered Mei after receiving the kiss, and within minutes she was sleeping soundly, her hand holding onto Yuzus.
Yuzu sat there for a while, wondering what she would say the following morning, worrying if Mei would agree to her suggestion.
When she tried to get up, Mei's grip tightened on Yuzu's hand, reminding Yuzu that everything would be okay if she and Mei trusted each other.