School Girls' Stories: New Generation - Finale

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Chapter 2 – The Memeshii Household

“I’m home!” Bliss called from the doorway of the house, letting herself in only to nearly trip on a dog that had laid himself across the front door and nearly tumbled out of the house when the door opened. The dog, unperturbed with the booted foot that was keeping him from rolling onto the front patio, simply rolled with her foot until she discarded him on the floor. “Since when do we have a dog?” she asked herself, stepping into the house and looking around cautiously. Bliss nearly gagged at the mess that had become of Mrs. Memeshii’s clean living room. Kid’s toys were scattered everywhere, dirty dishes were placed on the coffee table and never cleared away, and there were several empty pop cans on top of the television, at least Bliss prayed that they were empty.

“Just move him aside,” called Harmony’s voice from somewhere buried on the couch. Sitting beside her was one dark haired child and one blonde, a girl and a boy, Harmony’s little girl and Yuna’s little boy. Bliss could not help but snarl under her breath about how those two children were being raised and if any incestuous relationship was going to start it would be those two children. “The dog belongs to Darien.” Darien being the little boy, Dania being the little girl.

“Where’s Mom?” Bliss asked, ignoring Harmony, who did not even stand to greet her older sister.

“She’s upstairs, she’s not feeling too well.”

“Why aren’t you helping her?” Bliss asked, trying not to scream at the top of her lungs at the laziness of her sister, until Harmony stood and Bliss realized the little slut had not learned her lesson. She had been assuming that Yuna and Harmony had learned to live without men for a while, and even if it was with each other she did not care, but it had not been without a male lover. Harmony’s belly was far more swollen than a little weight gain and Bliss wanted to screech. “How many months?”

“Six,” Harmony answered. “And before you get mad at mom for not telling you, I told her not to. I wanted to surprise you.”

“How many months along is Yuna?” Bliss asked sarcastically, turning her back on the younger girl and tromping her way towards the stairs.

“Six,” Bliss repeated dully.

Bliss nearly tripped but decided it would be better to ignore the whole conversation. She was lying, she had to be lying. She was lying, wasn’t she? Bliss’s frantic mind was barely taking any of it in. She knew the teacher who had knocked up the two girls was sending money for them to support themselves, some trust fund or something he had been saving for his children, but to keep his job he had paid off the girls and now his other child would suffer for it. She knew that the two of them were incomparably stupid, but pregnant, again? Whose was it this time?

“Bliss!” Kyoei ran up to his adopted daughter and crushed her in his arms. He was still as strong as ever, and just as handsome, though the red hair had dulled a bit over the years, and in the short cut the gray hair was becoming a bit more prominent. “I didn’t hear you come home.”

“I was just appalled at the mess,” Bliss was saying honestly. “I thought that Harmony lived in an apartment with Yuna, and why did someone not tell me she was pregnant again?”

Kyoei’s face fell and he looked absolutely disgusted with the daughter sitting on the couch downstairs, cooing and cawing to the two young ones who deserved better than they had been given. “It looks like the man who bought them off is tired of paying them, or else his money finally ran out since they kept demanding more. Now they have nowhere to go.”

“You mean Yuna…” Bliss never had the chance to finish her sentence. From down the hall came the resounding screech of a happy blithe blonde female who bounced down the halls, looking just about six months pregnant, coming from Bliss’s old room, and reached out and hugged Bliss.

“Bliss! It’s been so long!” Yuna cried, hugging the taller girl to her.

“It’s been three and a half years,” Bliss said bluntly. “Did you forget in that amount of time that we hate each other?”

“Don’t be silly!” Yuna laughed. “We don’t hate each other.”

Bliss leaned over to her dad and whispered, “Is she on drugs?” but Yuna had perfect hearing, and Kyoei was refraining from answering how he truly felt.

“I’m on hormone pills, nothing else,” Yuna promised, clearly dementia setting in. Her usual glowing grin now far from false and her eyes as glazed as possible. Bliss was amazed that Yuna’s first child had come out even remotely normal.

“So, you and Harmony are both pregnant again?” Bliss asked as calmly as her nerves could muster.

“We sure are,” Yuna said clearly, and for a moment Bliss imagined her with a southern twang. Yuna reminded Bliss right now of all of those horrible stereo-types of young women in the south being barefoot and pregnant and taking care of one too many children. “Same length. We are trying to race to see who will have hers first.” Harmony’s daughter, Dania, was older than the boy, Darien, by two whole days. Bliss wondered which of them would pop first this time, and was appalled that the two girls would even consider it a ‘race’. They were talking about human life forms.

“Kyoei…” Bliss started, having long since dropped calling the man who raised her ‘dad’ ever since her real father had stepped back into the picture. Kyoei did not seem to resent Nakago his daughter, but still treated Bliss as the daughter he always would consider her to be.

“Go say hello to your mom,” he insisted, leading Bliss to the bedroom. Bliss had, on the other hand, continually called Shai mother, having met her real mother and been terribly disappointed in what she had found.

Bliss went into the bedroom without knocking, freeing herself from sister and family friend. She slammed the door behind her and saw her mother rummaging through her closet, throwing shoes into the middle of the room with frustration. Bliss cringed at the sight of her mother. The lanky Shai, the beautiful woman who should have done so much with her life, now weighed more than she ever had in her younger life. Though still beautiful her hair was streaked with gray and her face lined with worry. She looked frustrated, working with hurried movements that ached. She looked over her shoulder and her face visibly relaxed at the sight of Bliss. Shai stood and walked over to her much taller daughter and the two clung together for a moment.

“It is good to have you home,” Shai said happily, sighing into her daughter’s shoulder.

“What has happened while I was away?”

“They are pregnant by the same many again,” Shai sighed. When she pulled away and saw the look in Bliss’s eyes Shai nearly burst into tears. “Not even the same man who impregnated the two of them before, oh no, this is a completely different man. Bliss, what did I do wrong by Harmony?”

“Oh, Mom…” Bliss had not been expecting this. Even while she gripped her mom into a warm embrace she was unprepared for her mother’s near nervous breakdown in her arms. What did she say? Harmony had gone terribly astray, as had Shu. Darrke had seemed to finally find the right path, though he had distanced himself dramatically from his mother and father in that amount of time. He had finally followed Sora into the military, a man who looked the perfect part of someone who was ready to take on the world that came at him. Darrke was Shai’s only blood child who had not completely screwed up his life, though for a long while he had seemed on the verge of doing so. It had to be defeating for the woman, to have raised four children, and the one who had turned out with those most compassion was the one who had not come from her own body.

“I know statistics say it is always the parents fault,” Shai continued in her watery voice, “but what could I have done differently?”

“Nothing,” Bliss told her. Nothing, but keep us from ever having to deal with Waza. Bliss had blamed him for everything, and being farther away from him had put things into perspective. He had tried, deliberately, to make all of their lives miserable. He had succeeded. “Nothing.”