XxKarissaShayexX

Japanese Proverbs

A/N: Holy smokes! That's a lot of reviews. Lol, so I've decided that I will do this story. :) But, people, people, you need to still vote whether you want Lizwin or not! Only a couple of people voted! Thank you!

Show: Life with Derek

Rated: T, just in case

Pairings: Dasey, maybe Lizwin (please vote for whether you want it or not)

Summary: "You know, there is an old, Japanese proverb about a pig and a pearl," Mr. Sugimura said, appearing suddenly. Derek jumped at the sound of his voice and gave him a confused look, "What?" Mr. Sugimura sat next to Derek on the outside steps, "If you had a pearl that you didn't always appreciate, but then suddenly one day, it was gone. Wouldn't you miss it?" Derek's eyebrows scrunched together, "What about the pig?" "What pig?"
When Nora and George want to get away for the holidays, they send Derek, Casey, Edwin, Lizzie, and Marti off to a distant, unheard-of, Japanese uncle that lives in Hawaii. The uncle turns out to be a bit wackier and stranger than expected. Is this uncle really out of his mind, or does he see something that the elder siblings don't?

"What?" Casey said, dumbstruck. Derek was sitting next to her, also showing the same expression. Well, pretty much the whole family was there, except the only people who were smiling were George, Nora, and Marti - of course.

"I said, you guys get to go and visit Uncle Su this holiday!" Nora said, excitedly, hoping the kids would buy the "oh, you're totally going to love this!" act. Derek let out a snort.

"Sue? Isn't that a girl's name?" Derek said, holding back laughter. Nora frowned in return.

"It's s-u. It is short for Sugimura," Nora responded pointedly.

"Sugi-who-a?" Edwin piped in. George and Nora sighed - they did not want to have to get into this.

"Casey and Lizzie's uncle. He's japanese," George said. Lizzie raised her eyebrows.

"Since when have we had a Japanese uncle?" Lizzie asked, turning to Nora, causing her to sigh once more.

"Never mind - just go pack! It's not that important," Nora said, pointing to the stairs, causing each of the children to groan - minus Marti. She, of course, was happy in her own little world - or the world that is hers and everyone is living in - no one is for sure. . .

"I-can-not-be-lieve-this," Derek grunted out, throwing random clothes into a large suitcase. He was the first done packing. He came downstairs in search of Nora or his father - further interrogation, he decided. He found Nora in the kitchen.

"So, where exactly does this Uncle Sugar live?" Derek asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Uncle Sugimura lives in Hawaii, as a matter of fact," Nora smirked at the "saved by the bell" look on Derek's face. He was terrified he was being shipped to some far-off, foreign country, where they speak a whole other language, and if they even try to say a word of English, he wouldn't have been able to determine if they said, "Banana," or "Vanilla."

"So, Hawaii, eh?" Derek said, brightening up.

"Yep," Nora nodded. Derek smirked, turning on his heel and leaving with a flick of his hand and a simple, "see ya."

Casey called out, "Yes?" at the sight of Derek walking into her room - without knocking - typical. She was struggling with trying to figure out whether she should color-code her clothes or categorize them by type - pants, shirts, etc..

Casey turned when she didn't receive a reply, a questioning look creeping onto her face at the sight of Derek's giant smirk - once a discontented frown. She crossed her arms over her chest and heaved, "What are you so happy about?"

"Oh, I don't know. I just think you're not going to need those," Derek replied, pointing to the sweaters, long-sleeved shirts, and massive amounts of jeans. What? It gets cold in Japan, right? Or at least, that's where she assumed she'd be heading.

She glanced down at her choice of clothing and looked back up at him, raising her eyebrows, replying, "Why?" Derek scoffed, giving her a "my, look who's dumb now" look.

"Does it ever get cold in Hawaii?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"Well, no, but what does tha- wait. Hawaii? We're going to Hawaii?!" Casey nearly shrieked. "Are you serious?!" Derek clamped his hands over his ears.

"Chill, Case. It's just Hawaii. I mean, what's so great about the beach, and the waves, and the. . .warmth?" He was just taunting her now. She nearly fell to the floor in a giggle high. How great would it be to take a trip to Hawaii. Forget about the Japanese uncle she's never met! She just wants the warmth and the adorably cute boys!

"Please fasten your seatbelts. We will be departing shortly. Thank you for choosing NorthWest Airlines, enjoy your flight," said the almost robotic voice of the airplane attendent.

Casey rolled her eyes at the nitwit beside her - waving his arm up in the air to get the attention of the attendent in charge of the food trolley. He was yet again, starving for another one-two-sixty packages of peanuts. There just wasn't enough in that one little bag!

Casey leaned over a bit to whisper out of her mouth, "You look like even more of an idiot, Derek. Put your hand down. They're just peanuts." Derek looked at her in mock-shock, lowering his hand. Well, at least he lowered his hand, she thought.

"Just peanuts?!" He whispered in pain. "How can you say that?"

"Gee, I don't know, D," she said, rolling her eyes, "maybe because they are just peanuts?!" Derek's eyes narrowed playfully at her. He sighed, giving up and leaned back in his seat, shoving the earphones of his ipod into his ears.

He leaned his head back to relax and shut his eyes, but they snapped open in irritation when he felt kicking on the back of his seat. He groaned and looked between Casey's and his seats to see a small boy at about the age of seven, yelling and kicking. Thank heavens for his loud music, so he would have to go through with hearing that little brat, but the kicking just had to go.

Derek turned to look around the other side of his seat and peered up at the face of an, old, pudgy woman, smacking her gum with a grim look on her face.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" Derek asked politely.

"What do you want, kid?" She replied bitterly, with a southern accent.

"Is that your son?" He said, looking to the annoying seven-year-old, then back to the lady.

"Sure is. What's it to ya?" She barked, causing Derek to flinch when spit collided with his face. Talk about disgusting, he thought.

"Could you please tell him to stop kicking the seat?" Derek asked, throwing in one of his winning smiles to sway her opinion. She smiled flirtatiously back at him, her rotten yellow teeth causing Derek to flinch once more.

"Sure thing, hun-nay," she said, turning to her son. "Bubba, stop that rackety nonsense. Here," she said, diggin into her purse and pulling out a half-eaten, yellow lollipop. "Suck on this 'ere yeller sucker." The boy, Bubba, lunged at the lollipop and plopped it happily into his mouth, stopping all his movements.

"Thank you, Ma'am," Derek said. She batted her eyelashes, leaning forwards.

"Sure thing, sweetheart. And call me May," she said, stroking the side of his cheek. Derek hurriedly thanked her once again and sat forward, afraid to look back. He sighed when the woman didn't persist to flirt with him more.

He turned at the sound of chuckling to be faced with Casey covering her mouth, holding back laughter. Apparently, she'd seen the whole thing.

"Shut up," he growled.

"Sure think, sweetheart," she drawled, imitating May, and laughed loudly. Derek groaned, slouching in his seat.

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