My Daughter Is Marrying A Prince From A Different World!?    

 

  Part 1°: How I have known of the relationship of my daughter.

   

    How much time was past from that day? Around 20, and more the time spent more the problem became pregnant.

"Now you have got to go home and explain to your parents you are marrying a prince from a different world."

His words were still ringing full of truth in her mind. How could she explain such thing without the risk to be sent in psychoanalysis? Fuu sighed and smiled when the bigger problem she has never had presented the memories which had sprung it: the 15 sweeter and happy to hours his life. Playing with the ring on her left ring finger Fuu shook her head for gather on belongings more important moment, but she couldn't help. Still now she could feel his closeness, the delicacy of his touch, the softness of his kisses on her skin, the way his eyes shone full of love, the heat of the passion and the blissful feeling of mutual completeness of the instant in which not only their souls were one being. The memory of the following morning made her shiver of joy, she remembered exactly each detail of those moments: how the sky was particularly blue, the song of the birds and rustle of the wind between the trees which seemed a paradisiacal music, the smell of the plants in the garden so heady, the emotion she had felt when he had declared her his love and had asked her to be his forever, her tears of happiness...

"Now it is enough Fuu! I know well as it is pleasant think about Ferio however... however now takes care of how the synapses work: Satsuma-sensei could ask you some questions tomorrow."

She told to herself resuming to read her text of Biology. But well soon other captured her attention: her mother told her to prepare herself for the medical visit.

"Ayumi has done me a big favor, so hurry up."

 "But I don't still fi..." Fuu was appalled when she remembered what kind the visit was "Mama, do I quite do it? I'm well now."

 "Last month you stayed so bad that you have vomited. Hell, I had forgotten how painful PMS are."

 

    Fuu wanted to be anywhere excepting in that waiting room. She had completely forgotten that her mother one week before /that/ day had booked a gynecological visit for her: the thought that anybody who isn't her beloved Ferio could explore the depths of her nature annoyed her very much. Besides there was the risk that...

"Hououji."

The nurse called. Elizabeth took her purse and the wrist of her daughter and entered.

"Dear Betsy!" the doctor greeted them "I Thought that this moment would have arrived first for Kuu than for Fuu. Miss stretch there."

Fuu threw a sigh of relief when Dr. Mizuki was prepared do her an ultrasound scan. Her expression became thoughtful while she observed the monitor.

 "Mmmh... It seems that... it seems that... miss. You could go in bathroom and come back immediately here."

The doctor ordered while she switched off the set. Fuu had a horrible feeling that was confirmed from the expression of Mizuki Ayumi.

 "And now a quick inner visit." the doctor announced slipping on the surgical gloves "Relax and it won't hurt."

   

    The doctor started as the visit resumed, but her features seemed to soften and become less worried. Fuu looked at her mother: Betsy smiled reassuring and continued to repeat her to relax, that this was for her health and that she didn't have something to be ashamed or to hide. After a half hour Fuu was again in the next room and from there she heard her mother exclaim:

 "What!?"

It was not a good sign. She returned in the surgery and the doctor was to the desk.

"You must follow this care until the end of May then take back it to September. If the situation doesn't change we'll do a very more accurate visit."

'Aha, is there a more accurate visit than this!?' Fuu thought to oneself.

 

    Fuu still felt awkward: from when they had gotten out the hospital her mother had not told an only word.

"How much times and with who."

Betsy asked once reached the highway. It began to rain.

"What?"

Fuu asked in turn thinking she has not understood.

 "How much times and with who."

" 'How much times and with who' what? Mama I don't understand you."

Betsy looked sideways at her, sighed and told:

" 'Virginity, virginity you leave me, and where do you go? - Not more I will return to you, not more I will return.' Fuu tell me how much times and with who. Now."

Fuu bent her face, her gaze on her own clasped fingers, so clasped she didn't understand what fingers belong to which hand. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath.

"I... I... only once, about twenty days ago."

Her mother didn't answer but her expression was less drawn.

 "Who is he? A schoolmate... or perhaps Seiji? Yes, I bet it is Seiji: you two knew from the elementary and I have always known that you would be in love, a day."

 "No mama, it isn't Seiji. You don't know him."

 "What? Don't I know him?! Who is he? Certainly somebody who says to love you and that then, once satisfied his... how can I say... 'needs', he will throw you by a cigarette butt. How much time do you stay together? Weeks? Months?"

Fuu chilled: the voice of her mother was too resentful -unusual thing for her- and her unfounded accusations; she felt the anger boil inside and the urgent need to defend him.

"How you dare to tell a thing such a thing! Hououji-sensei the hasty judgments aren't of her behavior. In three years he has done everything possible for make me happy, nobody has never had care of me as he: I know too well my Ferio for allow to anybody of speak evil of him, also if this anybody is my mother!"

But as soon as she said these words she putted her hand to the mouth; her mother looked amazed. Betsy thought it was good stay for speak with calm and she reached the nearest parking lot: at home there was her husband- and these had talked between women- and do it on the way would be dangerous, if she has lost the patience she surely would have caused an accident.

"Now you will be angry with me... mama."

Fuu told with low voice. Betsy sighed again.

 "Certain darling I'm angry, not because you have done it- this is your life and you are free to manage it as you like- but because you have not told it to me: this means you don't have trust in me and for me it is the biggest failure, as like mother as like educator."

 "What you say! I have much trust in you and many people tell me I am lucky to have you for mother! But this is a more complicated matter than what it seem."

 "Would you mean... he is married?!"

 Betsy cried disgusted: she wouldn't ever have expected such a thing from her daughters, especially from Fuu who seemed the head-leveled one.

 "But no, what do you think. Nobody of us have never loved before: he tells me often that it is this to make our love so special, almost sacred, and when he tells me this I melt like snow to the sun and I wonder what I have done for deserve a person so wonderful, after all..."

'I have killed his only sister, how does he love me despite that?'

Concluded in her mind. Betsy began to smoke, a half smile crossed her face: it had not escaped her a shade of the voice of her daughter, neither the pride neither the tenderness and neither the strange bitterness of that last phrase left to half. Arrived half cigarette she told:

"You should have asked me a suggestion. Many girls at school do it: why should not you do it too?"

"Well, it was a little bit sudden and this probably has made it a splendid experience, unforgettable. I know its consequences, but I am ready for each thing that the life has prepared for us and I don't care of the other things."

Fuu answered with dreamy look. Her mother shook the head and corrected:

"Not this kind of suggestion... but this."

Betsy extinguished the cigarette and looked to a puzzled Fuu with a gaze so... Umi-like and imitating the voices of the actresses of a well-known spot she said:

"Mama, I and my boyfriend have decided to *****: could you give me some counsel? - Certain my dear: you for first thing owe *********, ***** and then *******, ***, ************ and *****, at that point he wonders prefers ******* or *******, but must do it for a long time, finally if he is a little bit tired you would ****** and ********..."

"Mama stop it: you are embarrassing me!"

Fuu hushed her blushing. Her mother snickered imagining her own daughter doing what she had told: she knew she have exaggerated, but it was so amusing teasing her!

 "What would be his intentions? I would not want you to come disappointed..."

Fuu thought in silence pondering the occasion: perhaps if she took her chance she could have the support of her mother.

 "Ahemm... the following morning he asked me to marry him and... I have accepted. Sincerely I didn't know how tell you it: I hope you could help me with dad and Kuu."

" What?! Did he ask you to marry him?! My, is not he a little bit hasty? And I don't know him still."

 "The time has little to do with the feelings."

Betsy thought about it long, then started up the car and took back the way of home.

 "Ok" she said "I will give you a hand with Seichiro and Kuu-chan, but after dinner you must show me a his photo. By the way: when will you see again him? You should invite him for dinner so I will check personally if what you have told it is true."

 " Hardly he will come, his...ahem... job not allow him from moving," Fuu half-lied "however I, Hikaru-san and Umi-san will spend the next weekend with him and with the others our friends: he will be happy when I will tell him that you know about our plans."

 "Aha, doesn't he live here to Tokyo? If he could not move it from his city we will do a visit, perhaps in the winters vacations."

    Fuu smiled observing the drops of rain on the glass: the first step was done; now she had to tell them that he was a prince... from an other world.

 

======================TO BE CONTINUED====================

 

    Do you have liked it? I hope yes.

    I have meditated for a long time on this problem and speaking about this with my friends it has resulted the solution more... how can I say... 'realistic'. Even if it is inspired to a fantasy, for me a situation’s realism is very important: that's why I thank Verga and Boccaccio, two of my Italian preferred writers. Aha, I herald officially that as soon as the time will allow I write a new fanfict based on one novella of Boccaccio -"Lisabetta da Messina"-

The first part has written straight off, therefore you will wait for read the second: but your support and yours opinions will be very useful therefore write me

          patpatruno@libero.it        or      patchan83@hotmail.com

The second email is new and I have not the opportunity to try how it works.

 

                                                     PAT-CHAN

 

P.S.: the phrase of the mother of Fuu about virginity is a citation of Sappho: I have drawn it from a harvest of Greek lyricists and it has seemed me correct to use it in this departs because it makes explicit what I had unsaid before.