Morning Surprise
By: Lord Archive
NOTE: The best way to read this fan fiction is from my web page:
http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Fuji/9061/anime.html
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Sleep slowly faded from her mind, but she didn't want to wake up yet.
Her body felt lethargic, sore, cramped and yet also very comfortable.
She blearily opened her eyes and smiled at the sight before her. The
sunlight heightened the well chiseled features of her lover. She still
couldn't believe it that he loved her, and that she loved him. There was
a lot going against them getting this far, but they had overcome it
together.
She really had to do something about her bed. It wasn't meant for two
people to sleep on.
Wait a minute, sunlight and her lover in her bed?! She bolted awake and
looked at the clock. She paled reading the time... they would know by
now. That he had spent the entire night in her room, in her bed.
She could hear the wedding bells already, and was filled with more dread
than enthusiasm. She was not ready to get married, but there was no way
out of it now.
She looked down at her lover and scowled darkly. He shouldn't have
fallen asleep. It was his fault for not getting out of her room. That
she had also fallen asleep escaped her at the moment, but it was early
in the morning and fear of impending marriage made it hard for her to
think straight.
"Wake up!" She shook her lover.
"Too early...." He tried to pull away from her.
"Wake up, you idiot. You're still in MY bed."
"Wha?!" He sat up with a jolt. The sunlight was not a good sign. "What
time is it?"
"Too late. They've probably been awake for at least an hour."
He slouched. "This is not good."
"You're telling me? We're going to end up married soon because of this."
"Maybe not. I think your father already knows about us."
"He doesn't exactly count. He thinks we've been lovers for months, not
just the past couple weeks. It's everyone else we've got to be worried
about."
He sighed. "I know, but I'm not ready for that."
"Neither am I!"
"So, what are we going to do?"
"I don't know." She sighed. "I guess we'll have to go out and face the
music. Hopefully we'll be able to delay the wedding, but I doubt it."
She slipped out of the bed and got dressed.
He shook his head. This was too soon for him, but suspected she was
probably right. He got out of the bed and put on his clothes. This was
going to be a hectic day.
Once dressed, they both gathered up their courage and walked out of her
bedroom.
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Now at this point you're probably wondering which series this belongs to
and have a few guesses to which one it is.
Was your guess DNA^2?
Junta followed Ami downstairs and into her family's restaurant. What
could he say to them? He just spent the night in their daughter's bed.
"Junta, come over here." Mr. Kurimoto sat at one of the back tables.
"Ah, m-m-morning, sir." Junta sat across from Ami's father, his hands
twitching nervously.
Kurimoto smirked. "You don't have to call me that, son."
Junta laughed nervously. "Ah, right."
"Take a look at this." Kurimoto held up a hentai magazine.
Junta's eyes bulged and his stomach flipped. Those curves, the soft
flesh, the forbidden fruit displayed before his eyes, and he wanted to
see more. However, his stomach twisted and turned threatening to heave
up yesterday's dinner. He turned and looked at Ami. All of what those
pictures showed was before him. True she was wearing clothes now, but he
knew very well what was covered up. The thought of seeing Ami nude
instead of those hentai pictures calmed his stomach. He couldn't explain
why, it just did.
"Huh?" Kurimoto had shown Junta the pictures as a test to see if Junta
had sex with his daughter. If the woman allergy had suddenly gone away,
then he would be certain that his daughter had cured the boy. However,
it was still there until Junta had looked at her. Perhaps she truly was
the only one that could be with Junta. Well, there was that Karin girl a
few months ago that helped Ami and Junta's relationship to become more
romantic in nature. Junta had seemed to like that girl a lot, but then
forgot her in favor of Ami-- which was why he had been teasing Junta
about his relationship with Ami. He had wanted to make sure that the boy
wasn't using Ami for a rebound relationship.
Ami scowled. "Dad! Please don't show him that stuff!" She wasn't sure
what to do. She didn't want to talk to her mother, but knew she would
have to. She decided to stay near Junta and her father to find out what
they had to say first before talking to her mother.
Kurimoto shook his head to clear it and then eyed the frighten teen
before him. "What are your plans?"
"Um, plans?" Junta gulped.
"Yes. Have you thought about the future?"
Junta stared at the table, finding the wood pattern interesting.
"Haven't really thought of it. Wasn't much point to do that. I mean I
knew I'd get Mom's shop."
Kurimoto nodded. "You do realize Ami will be getting the restaurant when
she gets married."
Junta shrugged. "Kind of."
"When were you thinking of marrying her?"
"After we're done with high school."
"That's a couple years away. Have you been using protection?"
Junta blinked and blushed. "Y-yes."
Ami turned bright red. Maybe she should've been talking to her mother.
Kurimoto sighed. "Be careful, son. While you have resources of both our
families to fall back on, I doubt either of you are ready to become
parents."
Junta and Ami nodded more times than they should have.
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It wasn't DNA^2?
Then maybe it was Ushio & Tora.
Ushio followed Asako downstairs and into her family's restaurant. What
could he say to them? He just spent the night in their daughter's bed.
Mrs. Nakamura looked at her daughter and frowned. "Good morning."
Asako smoothed out her clothes. "Morning."
"Um, mornin'." Ushio waved sheepishly and then found himself in a
headlock.
"Tell me Ushio, were you gentle with my daughter?"
"Ack!" Ushio tried to breathe. "As gentle as she wanted me to be!"
Asako's father looked appraisingly at his daughter. "So, she likes it
rough. Oh, no."
Asako was an expert fighter with a skillet and she was ready to throw.
It ricocheted off Ushio's head, smacking her father between the eyes.
Asako huffed while blushing bright red.
The following silence was broken by an early morning diner giggling.
Unless you could see the demon rolling on the floor, then you could hear
him laughing his ass off.
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Not Ushio & Tora either?
Ranma 1/2?
Ryoga made sure to follow her. He didn't want to get lost and have Akari
face this alone. She had somehow slipped into his heart and, well,
pants. He really didn't understand how this all happened, but in some
ways he was glad it did. However, the idea of impending marriage was
scaring him.
Akari nervously adjusted her clothes. She loved Ryoga with all of her
heart and would do anything for him. However, she had spent most of the
past six months with him. She knew him in ways she hadn't thought were
possible. And she had come to realize he was far from the perfect
husband she had originally imagined him to be. She wasn't sure anymore
if they could make a long-term relationship work considering his
direction sense curse and some of his peculiar habits.
Akari didn't have the heart to explain to Akane who P-Chan was. She was
more than willing to bitch slap Ryoga later for it. How that idiot could
betray someone like that was beyond her. She understood that Ryoga
craved the affection Akane gave her pet, but he should have told her
along time ago.
In some ways that was why they were lovers. They both craved affection.
At least Ryoga got some while pretending to be a pet, but the only times
she got any affection was from Katsunishiki. All well and good, but she
needed more than a pet and he needed to be more than someone's pet.
Akari sighed as she entered the kitchen with Ryoga thankfully following
behind her. This would go a lot better if her father at least understood
her love of pigs. At least he didn't know about 'P-Chan,' he would never
understand it.
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What? Thought it was Ranma and Akane. That's too cliched and easily
done. There would be no point in guessing.
I mean, it could also be Patlabor.
"Morning." Noa smiled sheepishly as Asuma followed her into the kitchen.
He was supposed to have stayed in the guestroom while they spent their
vacation at her parents' home. She kind of hoped they hadn't notice
where Asuma had slept last night.
"Here ya go, son!" Mr. Izumi pushed a full bottle of sake into Asuma's
hand. "Welcome to the famlee." A faint red blush covered his cheeks.
Mrs. Izumi sighed heavily. "He's been 'celebrating' all night."
Noa shook her head. This was what she feared would happen.
Mrs. Izumi set her coffee down. "Noa, Asuma is your partner, right? I
thought it was against the rules for officers to have relationships like
that."
Noa grimaced. "We're not supposed to, but most of our fellow officers
knew we were a couple before we did. They've been encouraging it."
"But if he marries you, you won't be able to hide it from your
superiors."
Noa sagged. "We'll have to resign from the police force."
Mr. Izumi grinned like a mad man and nodded feverishly. Finally, his
daughter would be out of that dangerous line of work and married!
"What will you do after that?"
Noa looked over at Asuma, hoping for an answer.
"I guess I'll be taking over my father's business," Asuma grumbled.
Mrs. Izumi folded her arms. "What business is he in?"
Asuma blinked. "Noa, you didn't tell them?"
Noa shook her head. "I didn't think it was important and, well, they
might've...."
"Tried to force us together?"
Noa nodded.
Mrs. Izumi scowled slightly. "What does his father do?"
Noa sighed. "He's the president and owner of Shinohara Heavy
Industries."
Mr. Izumi dropped the bottle of sake he was holding and whistled. "Guess
ya won't be taking her name then."
Asuma paused for a moment. That would piss off his father to an
unimaginable degree, but then he would be Izumi Asuma. Sounded horrible,
but Shinohara Noa had a nice ring to it.
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There's also the potential for Tenchi Muyo! Ryo-Ohki! OAV, with some
modification.
Tenchi couldn't believe all the changes in his life during the past ten
years. It was hard to gauge the passing of years after being bonded to
one of Jurai's trees. He may be twenty-seven, but he looked to be at
most eighteen. The trial of becoming a Juraian Prince had not been easy
one to endure, but he had help from someone who had unexpectedly begun
to age faster.
Tenchi's lover walked next to him. She looked about sixteen by human
standards, but in truth her eight hundredth birthday was less than a
decade away. She had been born Sasami, but had come to use the name
Tsunami after finally coming to terms with what the merger had done. The
tree Tsunami hadn't animated her corpse, but saved her life-- at the
eventual expense of the tree's life. The increased aging had been a
conscious decision of both Sasami and the tree Tsunami, which was now
slowed again to the original rate of roughly one year of human aging per
one hundred years lived.
The pair stopped at the window and looked at the Juraian capital being
rebuilt off in the distance. Tokimi had recently caused mass destruction
to the planet and it was a wonder it was still mostly in one piece.
Emperor Azusa did not like it that the temporary imperial home was so
small, but the priority had been shelter rather than comfort.
Hopefully they had stopped Tokimi for good this time.
Tenchi folded his arms. "Ready to face them?"
Tsunami straightened her clothes and her face took on a look of stony
determined. "No, but delaying this won't do anyone any good."
"You look ready for a fight."
"I am. Ayeka and Ryoko are going to be pissed when they find out."
Tenchi shook his head. "You've spent too much time around Ryoko."
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Or how about Martian Successor Nadesico?
Uribatake set down the VR helmet and sighed. What the hell had happened
to his wife? Back in college she was a burning inferno of love. Then he
got her pregnant and had a 'headache' ever since. Now the only place he
could relive the passion they had once shared was in the virtual reality
interface he had... modified so that the user could use it for personal
hentai reasons and yet not break the stupid contract. After all, the
intimate contact only occurred in the machine.
Rather that the guy be Akito?
Akito shook his head after removing the helmet. "That was weird at the
end. Why did we say those things?"
"Um, I'd be more concerned about them." His virtual lover pointed at two
pissed girls and one angry Mr. Prospector waving what looked to be their
contracts.
Akito looked up. "This sucks."
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The true answer is all of them and more. I specifically made it obscure
to work for many different series. I have come up with more series that
could fit the scenario presented, but some of them would need work.
There are two series that I made sure to work with the scene, but I kept
in mind to keep it even broader to include more series.
There are currently about a dozen and a half possible answers listed on
my web page: http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Fuji/9061/anime.html
I may come back and add more as I watch more series. I wanted to use
Escaflowne, but explaining that one would be a fan fict series by
itself.
Taking out the comment about the girl's father and I could've added:
Blue Seed, Devil Hunter Yohko, El Hazard, Fushugi Yugi and damn near
every other series released with even the remotest romantic nature to
them.
The point of this? It has a few of them.
One was to challenge the reader's preconceived notions. I wonder how
many people took it for granted the couple was Ranma and Akane.
Two was to show the similarities between many series. Not just that the
characters are all delaying romantic intimacy, but in some of the
background between them. DNA^2, Ushio & Tora, and YuYu Hakashu would
have the same opening paragraph to the second scene. In each case the
girl's parents own a restaurant. Slayers might also have that scene as
it is reasonable that the part-time waitress/Ceiphied Knight works at
her parents' restaurant.
Three, I hate it that some of these characters are beating around the
bush. You know they love each other and they just won't get their act
together and do something about it.
Disclaimer: The various series presented belong to their respective
owners, in which I am not one of them. I am only borrowing them for
entertainment purposes. My poor little apartment couldn't take it if
they stayed with me.
Thanks to my pre-readers for going over parts of this fan fiction.