fic - Johnny's & Associates - Legalities
Title: Legalities
Author: virdant
Length: 1174 words, one-shot
Rating: PG
Genre: Dystopia, Gen
Pairing: Shige-Koyama friendship/matchmaking. Implied Shige/woman, and Koyama/woman
Summary: Koyama discusses the marriage of Shige's daughter. Shige panics.
Warning: Dystopia. Set in the very distant future in which there are children. And marriage. Deliberately taking a happy fluff fic and turning it into a dystopia, because I can, and I can do it while preserving 99.9% of the original text.
Notes: One day, I told reiicharu that I could take anything she wrote and turn it into a dystopia. Then I said brb, fic. Remix of The Importance of Being Legal by reiicharu.
Legalities
“Isn't Shige's daughter so cute?” Koyama murmured to Shige.
It wasn't unusual for Koyama to stop by Shige's place on a Saturday afternoon. “I brought cake,” Koyama had said with a polite smile when Shige had opened the door. He held up the basket. Shige had smiled tightly and held the door open.
Even though they were at Shige's place, sitting at the dining table with a plate of moist chocolate cake between them, it was Koyama who poured the tea, offering him sugar, and then cream, serving Shige in Shige's own house.
Shige refused both. He sometimes wondered how he got into this position.
“Akiko-chan is so beautiful,” Koyama cooed. He slid a forkful of cake into his mouth, smiling.
Shige drank his tea, pointedly ignoring the cake. The sooner this mandatory checkup was finished, the sooner he could escape.
He knew he shouldn't have had children.
“She'd look so beautiful in her wedding dress, next to my son!”
Shige choked, but forced himself to keep drinking. He hadn't thought that applying for a permit to have children would have resulted in this. He had been young and naive, confident in his own intelligence; he had never thought that be having children, he would be selling his flesh and blood to the government for them to twist as they would.
He should have read the legislation that the government had passed instead of just glossing through the news.
The only advantage to having children was that he had gained many friends from it. “Friends,” who stopped by and “checked in” on him.
And offered him marriage proposals now. Akiko was barely five!
“Excuse me?” He stared at Koyama, his hand shaking around his teacup. “Akiko is five and Seiji-kun is ten.” He set down the tea, panic creeping along his throat. “He's ten years, that's a five year difference....”
Koyama smiled.
“Akiko isn't getting married. To anyone! Not Seiji-kun! No one!”
That was a mistake to say.
Koyama's face tightened. He stared steadily at Shige with his flat eyes, and Shige remembered that Koyama wasn't his friend. Koyama was from Government.
“It's not like I don't like Seiji,” Shige began weakly.
“Has she been playing with Ryuuichirou-kun recently or something?” Koyama murmured, sipping his tea. “Well, I suppose it can’t be helped, ne? Ryuuichirou-kun is such a nice boy; he just got past the first round of testing, ne? Yamashita-kun was so proud of him-”
Shige swallowed tightly. “What are you talking about?”
Koyama smiled sweetly at Shige. “Didn’t you arrange a marriage between Akiko-chan and Ryuuichirou-kun?”
“Excuse me?”
“Well, Akiko-chan needs a good husband when she grows up and well, I think it can be expected of Yamashita-kun to have such a good son, ne?”
Yamashita's even higher up in Government than Koyama. Shige tried to keep his voice steady. “Ryuuichirou-kun and Seiji-kun are far too old for Akiko.” He picked up the cup again, holding up up to his lips but not drinking. “And she’s only five, I’m not marrying her off to the first stranger she likes-”
But Koyama or Yamashita's children aren't strangers, are they. They're the son of “dear friends.”
“But they’d make such beautiful children,” Koyama purred, a gleam in his eyes.
“Koyama Keiichirou,” Shige began. Akiko was running over, and she flung herself into Shige's arms with a squeal of delight.
Koyama smiled at her.
Shige tightened his grip on Akiko's spindly arms. She was especially cute today, dressed in a pink floral dress that her mother had picked out for her in the latest assignations. Shige patted her head with a trembling hand, smoothing out her pigtails.
“Touchan, what’s wrong?” she asked, blinking. “What’s wrong with Koya-jii?” she asked in a small voice, looking between the two of them.
Koya-jii. This was what she called his “dear friend,” who just happened to work for Government. He smiled to fight the bile churning in his stomach. “Kiko, it’s fine.” He squeezed her shoulders, and then peered at her bare feet. “Where are your shoes?”
“Aki! Aki, your shoes!” Seiji shouted as he ran over, small white ballet flats in hand. “Aki, you left your shoes behind!”
“You…you call her Aki?” Shige asked as Akiko toddled over to Seiji.
Akiko sat down next to him and Seiji helped her put on her shoes. “Ah, thank you, Seisshi!”
Seisshi?
“Seiji, don’t call Akiko-chan that,” Koyama scolded gently, but there was a triumphant gleam in his eyes as he smiled at Shige. “Ne, Shige, why can’t they get married? They look so cute together!” His smile was sharp and pointed.
Shige opened his mouth to protest.
Koyama bent down to smile at Akiko. “Akiko-chan?”
Akiko nodded at Koyama and Shige wished she hadn’t inherited her mother’s kind nature and soft features with that cute smile. Akiko smiled and Shige wished that when Akiko had been born, he had taken her and her mother and fled the country, had run and prayed that they wouldn't have been captured.
Koyama's voice was a low purr. “Wouldn’t you like to get married someday to a wonderful man? With a pretty dress?”
“Yes! Yes, oh please, yes!” Akiko squealed, looking at Koyama, then turning to Shige. “Ne, ne, Touchan and Kaachan looked so wonderful in their wedding photos. I wanted to marry Touchan but Kaachan said he was hers…” she added in a small voice.
Koyama mock-gasped at the disappointment on Akiko's face.
“Touchan is smart!”
Shige flinched at the look of amusement that Koyama sent him.
“Well, it’s true though. You can only marry one person,” Seiji chimed in, his child's voice high and practical.
“But Touchan is married.”
“You don’t marry your father, Akiko.” Shige pressed a kiss to his daughter’s forehead, meeting Koyama's eyes steadily. Akiko was young yet. He still had time to run away.
Koyama smiled, sat back, and sipped steadily at his tea.
Akiko frowned, her features distorting just slightly to resemble Shige more.
“Besides,” Shige added, still watching Koyama. “I love your Kaachan; you wouldn’t want her to be lonely, would you?”
“Then who can I marry?”
Anybody but the son of a Government lackey, Shige wanted to say.
“You can marry me!” Seiji volunteered.
Shige glared at Koyama who was positively sparkling with joy.
“What a wonderful idea!” Koyama cooed. His smile was triumphant.
Akiko's eyes were wide. “Really?”
“Sure. I’m getting good marks in school!”
“Okay!” Akiko's face was bright, and Shige felt his stomach clench at the thought of Akiko walking straight into Government's clutches. “Seisshi is smart, so I can marry him, ne Touchan?”
Shige bit back his groan, sinking in his chair with horror.
Koyama smiled.
Shige wished that he had never applied for that reproduction permit. Not if it resulted in this.
End.
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Author: virdant
Length: 1174 words, one-shot
Rating: PG
Genre: Dystopia, Gen
Pairing: Shige-Koyama friendship/matchmaking. Implied Shige/woman, and Koyama/woman
Summary: Koyama discusses the marriage of Shige's daughter. Shige panics.
Warning: Dystopia. Set in the very distant future in which there are children. And marriage. Deliberately taking a happy fluff fic and turning it into a dystopia, because I can, and I can do it while preserving 99.9% of the original text.
Notes: One day, I told reiicharu that I could take anything she wrote and turn it into a dystopia. Then I said brb, fic. Remix of The Importance of Being Legal by reiicharu.
Legalities
“Isn't Shige's daughter so cute?” Koyama murmured to Shige.
It wasn't unusual for Koyama to stop by Shige's place on a Saturday afternoon. “I brought cake,” Koyama had said with a polite smile when Shige had opened the door. He held up the basket. Shige had smiled tightly and held the door open.
Even though they were at Shige's place, sitting at the dining table with a plate of moist chocolate cake between them, it was Koyama who poured the tea, offering him sugar, and then cream, serving Shige in Shige's own house.
Shige refused both. He sometimes wondered how he got into this position.
“Akiko-chan is so beautiful,” Koyama cooed. He slid a forkful of cake into his mouth, smiling.
Shige drank his tea, pointedly ignoring the cake. The sooner this mandatory checkup was finished, the sooner he could escape.
He knew he shouldn't have had children.
“She'd look so beautiful in her wedding dress, next to my son!”
Shige choked, but forced himself to keep drinking. He hadn't thought that applying for a permit to have children would have resulted in this. He had been young and naive, confident in his own intelligence; he had never thought that be having children, he would be selling his flesh and blood to the government for them to twist as they would.
He should have read the legislation that the government had passed instead of just glossing through the news.
The only advantage to having children was that he had gained many friends from it. “Friends,” who stopped by and “checked in” on him.
And offered him marriage proposals now. Akiko was barely five!
“Excuse me?” He stared at Koyama, his hand shaking around his teacup. “Akiko is five and Seiji-kun is ten.” He set down the tea, panic creeping along his throat. “He's ten years, that's a five year difference....”
Koyama smiled.
“Akiko isn't getting married. To anyone! Not Seiji-kun! No one!”
That was a mistake to say.
Koyama's face tightened. He stared steadily at Shige with his flat eyes, and Shige remembered that Koyama wasn't his friend. Koyama was from Government.
“It's not like I don't like Seiji,” Shige began weakly.
“Has she been playing with Ryuuichirou-kun recently or something?” Koyama murmured, sipping his tea. “Well, I suppose it can’t be helped, ne? Ryuuichirou-kun is such a nice boy; he just got past the first round of testing, ne? Yamashita-kun was so proud of him-”
Shige swallowed tightly. “What are you talking about?”
Koyama smiled sweetly at Shige. “Didn’t you arrange a marriage between Akiko-chan and Ryuuichirou-kun?”
“Excuse me?”
“Well, Akiko-chan needs a good husband when she grows up and well, I think it can be expected of Yamashita-kun to have such a good son, ne?”
Yamashita's even higher up in Government than Koyama. Shige tried to keep his voice steady. “Ryuuichirou-kun and Seiji-kun are far too old for Akiko.” He picked up the cup again, holding up up to his lips but not drinking. “And she’s only five, I’m not marrying her off to the first stranger she likes-”
But Koyama or Yamashita's children aren't strangers, are they. They're the son of “dear friends.”
“But they’d make such beautiful children,” Koyama purred, a gleam in his eyes.
“Koyama Keiichirou,” Shige began. Akiko was running over, and she flung herself into Shige's arms with a squeal of delight.
Koyama smiled at her.
Shige tightened his grip on Akiko's spindly arms. She was especially cute today, dressed in a pink floral dress that her mother had picked out for her in the latest assignations. Shige patted her head with a trembling hand, smoothing out her pigtails.
“Touchan, what’s wrong?” she asked, blinking. “What’s wrong with Koya-jii?” she asked in a small voice, looking between the two of them.
Koya-jii. This was what she called his “dear friend,” who just happened to work for Government. He smiled to fight the bile churning in his stomach. “Kiko, it’s fine.” He squeezed her shoulders, and then peered at her bare feet. “Where are your shoes?”
“Aki! Aki, your shoes!” Seiji shouted as he ran over, small white ballet flats in hand. “Aki, you left your shoes behind!”
“You…you call her Aki?” Shige asked as Akiko toddled over to Seiji.
Akiko sat down next to him and Seiji helped her put on her shoes. “Ah, thank you, Seisshi!”
Seisshi?
“Seiji, don’t call Akiko-chan that,” Koyama scolded gently, but there was a triumphant gleam in his eyes as he smiled at Shige. “Ne, Shige, why can’t they get married? They look so cute together!” His smile was sharp and pointed.
Shige opened his mouth to protest.
Koyama bent down to smile at Akiko. “Akiko-chan?”
Akiko nodded at Koyama and Shige wished she hadn’t inherited her mother’s kind nature and soft features with that cute smile. Akiko smiled and Shige wished that when Akiko had been born, he had taken her and her mother and fled the country, had run and prayed that they wouldn't have been captured.
Koyama's voice was a low purr. “Wouldn’t you like to get married someday to a wonderful man? With a pretty dress?”
“Yes! Yes, oh please, yes!” Akiko squealed, looking at Koyama, then turning to Shige. “Ne, ne, Touchan and Kaachan looked so wonderful in their wedding photos. I wanted to marry Touchan but Kaachan said he was hers…” she added in a small voice.
Koyama mock-gasped at the disappointment on Akiko's face.
“Touchan is smart!”
Shige flinched at the look of amusement that Koyama sent him.
“Well, it’s true though. You can only marry one person,” Seiji chimed in, his child's voice high and practical.
“But Touchan is married.”
“You don’t marry your father, Akiko.” Shige pressed a kiss to his daughter’s forehead, meeting Koyama's eyes steadily. Akiko was young yet. He still had time to run away.
Koyama smiled, sat back, and sipped steadily at his tea.
Akiko frowned, her features distorting just slightly to resemble Shige more.
“Besides,” Shige added, still watching Koyama. “I love your Kaachan; you wouldn’t want her to be lonely, would you?”
“Then who can I marry?”
Anybody but the son of a Government lackey, Shige wanted to say.
“You can marry me!” Seiji volunteered.
Shige glared at Koyama who was positively sparkling with joy.
“What a wonderful idea!” Koyama cooed. His smile was triumphant.
Akiko's eyes were wide. “Really?”
“Sure. I’m getting good marks in school!”
“Okay!” Akiko's face was bright, and Shige felt his stomach clench at the thought of Akiko walking straight into Government's clutches. “Seisshi is smart, so I can marry him, ne Touchan?”
Shige bit back his groan, sinking in his chair with horror.
Koyama smiled.
Shige wished that he had never applied for that reproduction permit. Not if it resulted in this.
End.
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