Childhood - Oshima Yuko&Kojima Haruna
“Mama, one day I’ll have my very own prince come for me!” That was what the innocent 5 year old me had said, clueless about the prince that I would get in the future. The prince that came in the form of a 5ft perverted midget. A prince I did get, but that one I definitely had not expected.
“Yuko dear, did you know that when Haruna was younger she would always tell me about how she would marry a prince like all the other princesses in the fairytales?” Said Mama Kojima after checking that her daughter was indeed in the kitchen washing the dishes left over from their weekly dinner.
“Really now…?” Replied an interested Squirrel who went by the name of Oshima Yuko, or as Mama would refer to her as ‘The adorable daughter she always wanted.’ Yuko turned to face Mama with attentive eyes, forever interested in her wife’s childhood.
Mama Kojima smiled at the response given by her daughter in law before continuing with her story, “Mhm and for such a long time she would blabber on about how he would swoop her into his arms and carry her to a faraway land.” She laughed light-heartedly, unable to resist chuckling at the memory of her adorable 5 year old child.
“Tell me more Mama, what did Haruna say about her prince.” Urged an even more curious Yuko, though even she knew it was silly, she wanted to know who it was that her wife dreamed of when she was younger. Things that Haruna would never tell Yuko due to the sheer embarrassment.
“She’d blabber away about him to anyone that would listen. About how he’d be tall, fair-skinned, muscular and heroic, not to mention kind and awesome. Her words, not mine, funny how things turned out eh?” Mama chuckled, thinking to herself about how much things have changed.
“Basically every other girl’s dream guy eh…” Yuko muttered comparing herself to Haruna’s ideal guy.
“Mou Mama what are you telling Yuko now?” Yelled Haruna from the kitchen, knowing that having left the two for such a long time they would have brought up her childhood, their favourite Haruna topic.
“Just your childhood dreams dear, nothing much.” Told mama walking over to the kitchen just to give her daughter a smug smirk, feeling the satisfaction of telling all of her daughter’s childhood stories.
“Mama didn’t you embarrass me enough last week?” Pouted Haruna with a resigned look knowing there was nothing that she could do to stop the two. Having tried so many different times before, she had simply stopping trying. Let alone the fact that the stories made Yuko happy, so she let it slide.
“Aish, that child, her childhood exists only for me to embarrass her with. Now Yuko dear, I dug up some more photos this week, would you like to see them before the 2 of you leave?” Suggested Mama hoping to delay the two’s visit now that Haruna was close to finish washing the dishes.
Yuko beamed at the thought of seeing more photos of her adorable wife before replying energetically, “I’d love that Mama.” However before Mama could even grab the book from the bookshelf Haruna poked her head out the kitchen door and said, “Mama! You better not be pulling out the photo albums!”
Mama frowned before walking back to Yuko and whispering quietly to her, “Opps, busted already. Next time it should just be the 2 of us for dinner, Haruna always gets in the way of the fun.” This just made Yuko smile because she says that every time, but whenever she phones the night before she always says to bring Haruna.“Sure thing Mama, I’ll tell Haruna later.”
“Come on Yuko, no more conspiring with my mother, you have an early schedule tomorrow.” Ordered Haruna whilst grabbing her things. Yuko pouted and whined still energetic from the visit. “But Nyan Nyan-”Putting her hand on Yuko’s shoulder, Mama told her with a little smirk “It’s alright Yuko that will just give me more time to dig up the embarrassing photos, now if only I remember where I put that thing.” That action only made Haruna frown, “Mou mama, does my suffering seriously make you that happy?”
“Quite frankly yes, and one day when you and Yuko have a child, you’ll enjoy torturing them too. “ Mama told the two, trying ‘discreetly’ to suggest that they give her a grandchild to play with. Perhaps then she might not even every minute with Yuko chatting about Haruna’s childhood.
Yuko beamed at the suggestion and the images of little Yuko and Haruna running around her home. “Yes mama I’ll get right on that. We’ll give you a grandchild soon!” Haruna however just wanted to facepalm, again with the grandchild talk she thought.
“Out the door Yuko OUT.” She ordered pushing Yuko out to grab her stuff and out the door. Seeing that Yuko was out she turned to face her mother. “Mou Mama stop giving her ideas, knowing her she’ll actually try to make that happen. Well we’ve got to go now mama, we’ll see you next week.” But only to receive a familiar motherly smile and a wave.
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“Why do you and mama always have to bring up my childhood?”Moaned a tired Haruna recalling all the embarrassing stories that her mother had told in the past. Yuko just replied with a smile and started the all too familiar talk again and throwing in an extra jab while she was at it. “Because that’s the only part of your life that I couldn’t be there with you for. Plus I never knew that you were such a weird child growing up.”
Haruna gave a slight glare at the jab but let it slide before continuing, “Mou why can’t mama be more like dad. He doesn’t go around blurting your childhood.”
“I’m sure dad will be more than willing to share my childhood stories the next time we go visit. I mean I was an adorable little child. Heck I still am!” Yuko finished with a cheeky smile, making a mental note to get her dad to talk about her childhood, because she knew that Haruna’s still far too reserved to ask.
“Hey Nyan Nyan…” called Yuko quietly as they entered their home.
“Mhm..?”
“Mama was talking about how you wanted to marry a prince when you were younger.”
“Yeah…wasn’t that every girl’s dream?” Haruna replied nonchalantly not seeing why she was bringing it up with such a serious tone. Lacking the usual energy Yuko replied, “But you ended up with me and I’m nothing alike to that dream guy and I’m not even a guy.”
“So? I like Yuko.” Haruna curtly replied hoping to put an end to the topic, knowing far too well where this talk was going.
“But-“
Frustrated she blurted, “Yuko, just shut up for a second. Seriously that was my type when I was 5, okay 5! That was like 20 years ago, now my type happens to have developed into a perverted, clingy and childish woman that happens to be the best thing that’s ever happened to my life. We’re not even considering the fact that you stayed stubbornly by my side of 7 years or even how you spent 3 trying to gain papa’s approval. Yuko I think that after 10 years I would be able to clearly tell who loves me and who I love don’t you think? We already spent so much time dancing around the topic; do we really need this stupid childhood phase to make you feel insecure?”
Yuko’s look softened, knowing that her insecurities were making Haruna mad again. “Nyan nyan-“
“No retorts, and off to bed now. I won’t have your manager blaming me for you being tired tomorrow, especially since I didn’t have anything to do with it this time!” She ordered, effectively putting an end to the talk. Yuko pouted still wanting to be with her wife a little longer, the previous thoughts having been overridden by the mere thought of not getting to sleep next to her wife that night. “But-“
“I’ll be up later okay? I just have some paperwork to do.” Haruna reassured, knowing just how clingy her wife can get, but still mentally berating herself for the outburst and wondering what she could do to make it up.“Hurry up then.” Rushed Yuko who knew that she would most likely fall asleep before Haruna was done.
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