School Girls' Stories - Year 2

Chapter 1 – Spring Break – Part 1

The first day of spring break, the pleasurable two weeks before school started once more, was the wedding of Noriko Chenbaro and Teiyoku Tennison. Noriko Chenbaro was to be named Norkio Tennison, and the business simply named Maple would soon be known as Maple-Gold. It was a merging of life, and business, and Mr. Tennison seemed to have had some secrets of his own. His so-called being broke was all a lie. His father had left him a fortune, and a business, a business he could do nothing with because he was unmarried. In the father’s will it strictly stated that his son could not take over the business or the money without marriage. Until he married, Noriko Chenbaro would be reaping the majority of the benefits of Solid Gold Advertisements.

With both companies, Noriko became one of the most powerful women in Japan, and rivaled many of the women of the world. Mr. Tennison was given his inheritance thirty-three years in waiting for him. The marriage was a celebration of power and money, and all of the innocent lives of the teenagers around them had been dragged into it.

Noriko Chenbaro stood on the make-shift altar that had been placed in her backyard for the wedding. The whole scene was beautiful. Noriko wore a beautiful pale blue wedding dress, finding it tacky to marry in white since with a sixteen-year-old daughter she was hardly a virgin. White and blue ribbons and flowers were strewn across trees, around the pool, and on the many chairs placed out for the guests. The guest list alone rivaled five-hundred guests that had come, not counting the ones who had failed to RSVP.

Beside Noriko stood Noriko’s two favorite people. Mr. Tennison on one side, dressed in a pale blue suit that failed to look as tacky as the girls had been hoping, and Fuji dressed in a beautiful deep green dress that seemed to glitter in the sunlight, and hid the scars she was now growing ashamed of. Her face was pale, but her make-up, tastefully done so her mother would not grow angry, but enough to make Fuji look less pale and radiant as she should be. Fuji stood holding a bouquet in her shaking hands, her leg aching, and still she smiled. The weather was beautiful, and her mother looked happy, though somewhere in the audience Shai was hating every moment of this wedding.

To Mr. Tennison’s right stood a young man, a year younger than Fuji, with dark brown hair and devilishly red eyes. He was supposedly Mr. Tennison’s nephew, though no one had heard of him, including Noriko, until two days before the wedding. His initiation into the wedding had been very last minute, but Noriko had been more than happy to oblige. She had hoped Devilin could play the part of Fuji’s date, but Fuji’s date had come, canceling all jobs so he could be there. Noriko did not let it spoil her mood, she was happy to have Fuji standing by her side.

Noriko looked to Teiyoku almost lovingly, and Mr. Tennison was gazing at her with the same bland gaze he held for everyone, even Shai when he had shoved himself deep inside of her and was at a point of climax. The man seemed to never show emotion, except every time Shai told him he would have nothing to do with the child that she was going to bear in a month’s time.

At the end of the ceremony came a beautiful reception. Fuji escaped from her mother and new step-father and sat down with her favorite group, which was Yuki, Shinwa, Mr. Taiikuka, Shai, Kyoei, and Amatsu. Shai looked downright exhausted while Kyoei was checking out the buffet table and offering to bring her back more food than even she could handle.

“What do you want, I’ll bring you back anything they have,” Kyoei insisted.

“I am fine, Kyoei,” Shai sighed, her hands placed demurely upon her bulging stomach. “I am waiting for the dessert. I do not want to pop.”

“You’re pregnant,” Kyoei announced, stating the obvious. “You are eating for two now, you need to-”

“Kyoei,” Yuki laughed, placing her hand delicately on the older man’s arm. “You are starting to sound like the nervous father. I think you should just let Shai eat when she feels like eating.”

Kyoei’s face flushed heavily and he shifted in his seat. “I’m just worried,” he said at his only defense.

Mr. Taiikuka gave out a laugh and watched his old mistress dancing in the center of the floor. Fuji looked at him and just watched his reaction for a moment. At one time it was possible he had really cared for her mom, maybe he saw in her now what he had hoped to see in her then. Fuji would not fool herself completely, Shai’s mother was a splendid lady in her years, but it would have been nice to have a complete family, not something so fractured and broken.

“Do you feel like dancing?” Amatsu asked, looking down at Fuji’s bowed head.

She stirred at the drink in front of her and shook her head. “No,” she said with a sigh. “I’m still feeling a little too hurt for that.”

“It’s all right sweetie,” Amatsu said, leaning over to kiss her cheek.

“Is it just me,” Yuki began, her eyes roving over the guests, “or is Devlin, like, not taking his eyes off of Fuji.”

Mr. Taiikuka shook his head and stood from the table. “This is where I must insist on making an exit,” he sighed. “I do not want to hear about any guys staring at my daughter.”

“So while Fuji was doing the dishes the other night, I just couldn’t help staring at her-”

“Amatsu, you finish that sentence and I will seriously rethink how I feel about her dating an older man,” Mr. Taiikuka said as seriously as he could, though the smile was tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Yes sir,” Amatsu nodded. “So as I was saying, I could not help staring at her excellent ability at flipping the okonomiyaki…”

Mr. Taiikuka gave off a small laugh and continued on his way through the crowd, speaking to co-workers and friends, while the younger group sat at the tables of the wedding.

“It’s our first day of spring break,” Yuki pointed out, “and we all look like this is the first day of the end of our lives.”

No one could argue that point, though no one truly felt that way. Sure, the last school year had been tough, but this school year could be better, even if Fuji was going to a new school, and Shai would be taking care of a baby, and Yuki would be… Yuki. It did not mean it was the end of the world, just the end of a period in their lives where they relied on each other far too much. They were growing to be independent women, and it scared the Hell out of all of them.

“He’s still staring at you,” Shinwa said from his corner at the table, his eyes glancing up and around the floor. “He has been sitting at the head table all night just watching you.”

Everyone tried their best not to be blatantly obvious as they turned their heads to look towards the man who seemed to be causing the trouble with his staring devil-like eyes. Fuji locked eyes with him. She felt a heat rise into her face she did not even know existed. She turned away swiftly and shook her head.

“Maybe he likes the way she flips her okonomiyaki,” Kyoei joked.

Amatsu slugged his best friend in the arm. “He better not be watching her okonomiyaki,” he growled.
“You boys are so childish,” Fuji complained, leaning her chin into her left hand. “Why don’t you go bring Shai and I back some food we have no intention of eating so you can get this male pig-headedness out of your system while we gossip about you.”

“And Shinwa gets to stay?” Amatsu complained.

“Nope,” Yuki laughed grapping on to Shinwa’s arm. “He’s coming with me onto the dance floor.” Shinwa looked perplexed as he was drug away onto the floor and Yuki immediately started to move, badly, along with the music. Kyoei and Amatsu obligingly began to stand.

“We’ll be back in two shakes of-”

“-your okonomiyaki,” Kyoei finished, garnishing another slug from his best friend as he was dragged off to the buffet table.

Fuji watched the men leave, laughing with one another the whole way, then turned back to Shai with a sigh. “He was giving me a headache,” she grumbled.

Shai scooted her chair closer, which required a lot of bouncing up and down, more than she had intended. Shai huffed and settled her chair, looking up at her slightly older half-sister. “Are you okay?” she asked softly.

“I should be asking you that,” Fuji said with a small lilt to her smile. She was having a hard time forcing that smile to do anything more than look artificial. “You just watched the father of your baby marry your half-sister’s mom.”

Shai gave off a shrug that was more callous than the girl ever pulled off before her pregnancy. “I know,” she said, “but today I would rather worry about you. You seem… touchier than usual, which I thought would have been impossible.”

“Let’s not depress ourselves,” Fuji laughed. “This is our spring break, let’s think of other things, happier things.”

“Like Devilin staring at you?” Shai suggested, her eyes roving over him at the table. Three of the daughters of prestigious businessmen were surrounding him, their eyes glazed over with star struck romance.

“We have to let that joke die,” Fuji laughed. “He’s related to me now.”

“He’s, what, your step-cousin?” Shai asked. “Look what Kaori and Nakago did.”

Fuji tried not to gag. “I’m sorry, but eww, don’t bring that up again,” Fuji insisted. “Besides, why are you trying to set me up with someone else when I have Amatsu? Amatsu is…”

“Perfect,” Shai nodded. “He’s a great guy. I am not trying to have you hook up with Devilin, I just think you should realize that you are still a very desirable woman and that despite the pain you feel, and the fact that your leg is stiff, you will always be desirable, and powerful.”

Fuji leaned back in her chair, contemplating Shai’s words. “So in other words you are trying to tell me to stop feeling sorry for myself.”

Shai gave off a sharp nod, standing from her chair. “Come on,” she insisted. “We should go find Kyoei and Amatsu and at least lather them with a bit of attention, especially since, for once, they are losing it all to Devilin.” Fuji stood with Shai, both of them stiff and uncomfortable, and wandered off to find their boyfriends.

On the dance floor Yuki and Shinwa were curled into one another, having the time of their lives.

Despite the uncomfortable feelings, the group was happy. They had whom they wanted, and what they wanted, but that always meant only bad news was on the way.

A/N: Thanks Silver Strings and Tiera for pointing out my boo boo!!! D\'oh!!! See, I left you guys too long and the gods were tormenting me!!!