Post by wannabeeliza on Aug 17, 2005 3:26:18 GMT -5
Yes I actully finished one of my SK fan fictions (don't worry still working on the BBQ!) this is about Keiko, Manta's mother and her last trip to the psychiatrist. This is the first place I've posted it so any POSITIVE feed back would be awsome!
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“Let me start out saying that the man that I’ve come to bare the children of is not the man I love, the man I love died along time ago... they might look the same but Mansumi has changed...or maybe I never knew him to begin with...”
Keiko Oyamada, age 37
She was at her psychiatrist again, Mansumi was at his 2 floors down, her daughter was at her piano lessons and Manta was at home. She’d been going to one for awhile now, Mansumi said it would be best to catch any mental problems before they started... when Mannko turns 7 she’ll start going to one too and Manta’s were scheduled for a different day. Her psychiatrist said that for every session she should fell like it is the first one she’s ever came too. And it always did... as she sat on the couch she looked at the surroundings...
Her couch being between two windows that over looked the city, the doctor’s [1] desk was across the room and the man that is her psychiatrist sat in front of her with a kinda smile and a note book in front of him. There were book selves taking up the rest of the room with a few palm trees here and there. The walls were a tacky gray blue and the carpeting was a speckle white and blue. It’s better than the hospital ward that she had been at when she gave birth those two times. All that white made her eyes throb in pain...
“You never really know someone do you? It’s like me and my babies were complete strangers...”
“That can happen in families that take there business very seriously”
“It’s just a shame though...I can still remember holding my baby Manta when he was born, he was wet and still crying when the nurse brought him over but the second I held him he stopped crying... he’d never even let anyone else hold him without a argument...he was a average sized baby too but he grew up to only so tall...he still looks like that baby that would cry until I held him... do you have a wife?”
“Yes, of 5 years her name is Izumi”
“Ah 5 years...any children?”
“One on the way a baby girl, what was your baby girl like Mrs.Oyamada?”
“Mannoko? Well when she came out she was your average baby and growing up she was very attached to Manta and Mansumi, she always wanted to be around them...be a ‘daddy’s girl’....and she is...Mansumi might not show it but he loves Mannoko but he loves Manta more...”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yes because Manta will take over daddy’s beloved company... that’s what he was groomed to do Manta may have loved me but Mansumi made sure Manta knew his destiny...his dammed future...”
“His destiny? Are you sure that’s what you would call it?”
“....I sometimes curse our society at night...the pre-determined roles our genders make us fulfill, our rooted honors and expectations.... I curse them for stealing my baby’s happiness...”
“And yours...”
“You know me too well...” Keiko’s head fell down cast as she fidgeted with a tissue in her hand her psychiatrist had figured out her problem with images and how her person appeared to other people, it was obvious if you really got to know her but no one did anymore in fact her psychiatrist was the first person in 10 years to get to know her. “That problem is getting better though I'm stressing less and less about my out ward personality... a long way to go though...”
“That’s why were here”
Keiko smiled at the man he sounded like he really cared...like Mansumi used to...
“It’s all wrong though....” she blurted out
“What is that?”
More tissue fidgeting “the way things have turned out I was 18 when I meet a 36 year old Mansumi... [2] I had come form a poor family so the prospect of marring a man that had just inherited his father’s company was a relief... I meet him at a party that he was throwing with the big movers and shakers of the industry... I was a waitress for the catering company he had hired...”
“You’ve never told me this before, are you sure you wish too?”
“Yes.... I had just finished high school and found a job that would help support my family with a local catering company. As you can imagine I looked quite professional in my uniform and when I was handing out martinis when I caught his eye... he looked so handsome in his tux and he looked like a 25 year old, he was suave and professional a few of the things I liked about him. He pulled me a side and said that I had beautiful hands and that they moved martinis well but that he thought that one of them should model a ring”
“Smooooth” the psychiatrist’s sarcasm couldn’t be hidden
Keiko smiled “we got married the next month. And he was away a lot of the time but when he was around he’d hold my hand...come to think of it he was a little taller then and I was shorter...but like I said he’d hold my hand and whisper sweet things into my ear...I’d always be there with him at parties and when he’d be away for weeks on end he’d bring me flowers back with him....but he was always blunt and slightly cruel he was never the prince on a horse romantic type...” growing up she used to wish for a boyfriend like that....
“Some times that happens...”
“I know but he changed me over time I became too serious and aware...”
“Which lead to your self image problems”
“Yes and looking back he changed too his temper got shorter, and his bluntness got worse it got....bad....for a while there....”
“How bad?...”
“He...hit me...once...in the head, before Mannoko was born... it was a stressful day for him and when he came home Manta wasn’t studding like he was supposed to and well it all boiled up and well... I was more surprised than anything and from the look on his face so was he... it was the first rash thing he’d done against me... but I wish it’d never happened because a few years after that he’d gotten into the habit of-” Keiko’s head suddenly shot up and her eyes were showing nothing but horror. “Never mind...I should have never mentioned it! Please don’t say anything to Mansumi!” she started to cry
The psychiatrist named Yasuo had never seen his patient like this before it was obvious something evil was going down at the Oyamada house hold but unless he got a confession he couldn’t do anything after awhile he relaxed because Keiko calmed down (after he reassured her that he would ever tell Mansumi)
“...but there were good moments too... but it all seems like it went down hill after my baby was born and it fells like I couldn’t do anything to stop it...everything was spiraling out of control and we barely talked or got along anymore... it’s horrible it’s like you wake up every day and you wonder why this is...why you’re here and how you ended up with this person besides you...and then things just continue like there is nothing wrong...”
“If you put out the effort it can be as if nothing is wrong...”
“I can try but Mansumi....is...well he’s sick...”
“If you don’t mind me asking but with what?”
“Its cancer and he tried to get treated for it but it didn’t take so he gave up and well he is...”
“Is what?”
“Going to die soon” Keiko’s face was evidence enough that she was saying the truth. “The doctors say he has about a year...” Keiko got up from her seat and looked out the window. “Not even 10 people know about it and if he should die before Manta is 18 I have to take over the company, which is going to be ahead ach in its own right but most of all...I’m afraid to lose them...”
“Them who?” Yasuo was still in shock about Mansumi’s health but he had to be professional... when Keiko turned around she was crying again.
“my family...I tried so hard to be a good wife and mother but it’s not enough and it’s not good enough....if Mansumi dies I lose the only man to ever love me and when he dies Manta and Mannoko will become distant and just plain worse then they are now and I’ll be so busy I can’t help them so...I’ll lose my family... but then again with the way I treat them...did I even disserve them? I wasn’t a good enough mother that’s what it all comes down too...I’ve made irreversible mistakes!”
“Everyone does but its never too late Keiko!”
She seemed surprised by this “I-It isn’t?”
“Nope, never...”
“Then maybe I should...” she paused to think....whether she would act upon what she should do or what would look good. “Thank you doctor I have come to a very important decision!” Yasuo had never seen her so excited or happy before “I’m terrible sorry but I must leave early!” she bowed then ran out the door...
Upon reflection you will find things you thought weren’t there, this is the purpose of therapy
Keiko Oyamada, age 37 finally found what she thought was never there...her ability to change for the better.
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Wow that just...that was the coolest thing I’ve EVER written. (One of the most serious things too...) this is dedicated to my mom (my very own Keiko Oyamada) and all mother’s out there who at first glance seem cynical and ready to hate. Sorry for the slight inconsistencies (if you can’t find them then good for you!) Also the psychiatrist’s office was based after my own’s (it’s been years so I hardly remember it) and hush, hush on the taboo’s and all my friends at SKU will be happy I used the word ‘die’ (they know why!)and all the work and inherited age stuff is just what I assume...
[1] I think there called doctors...
[2] I did a little math there’s an 18 year difference between Keiko and Mansumi (o.O) so I had to come up with something to go around this fact
Also the OOCness well you be the judge...I love reading stories that give minor character’s more dimensions don’t you? I got the feeling this is clichéd....hmmm...
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“Let me start out saying that the man that I’ve come to bare the children of is not the man I love, the man I love died along time ago... they might look the same but Mansumi has changed...or maybe I never knew him to begin with...”
Keiko Oyamada, age 37
She was at her psychiatrist again, Mansumi was at his 2 floors down, her daughter was at her piano lessons and Manta was at home. She’d been going to one for awhile now, Mansumi said it would be best to catch any mental problems before they started... when Mannko turns 7 she’ll start going to one too and Manta’s were scheduled for a different day. Her psychiatrist said that for every session she should fell like it is the first one she’s ever came too. And it always did... as she sat on the couch she looked at the surroundings...
Her couch being between two windows that over looked the city, the doctor’s [1] desk was across the room and the man that is her psychiatrist sat in front of her with a kinda smile and a note book in front of him. There were book selves taking up the rest of the room with a few palm trees here and there. The walls were a tacky gray blue and the carpeting was a speckle white and blue. It’s better than the hospital ward that she had been at when she gave birth those two times. All that white made her eyes throb in pain...
“You never really know someone do you? It’s like me and my babies were complete strangers...”
“That can happen in families that take there business very seriously”
“It’s just a shame though...I can still remember holding my baby Manta when he was born, he was wet and still crying when the nurse brought him over but the second I held him he stopped crying... he’d never even let anyone else hold him without a argument...he was a average sized baby too but he grew up to only so tall...he still looks like that baby that would cry until I held him... do you have a wife?”
“Yes, of 5 years her name is Izumi”
“Ah 5 years...any children?”
“One on the way a baby girl, what was your baby girl like Mrs.Oyamada?”
“Mannoko? Well when she came out she was your average baby and growing up she was very attached to Manta and Mansumi, she always wanted to be around them...be a ‘daddy’s girl’....and she is...Mansumi might not show it but he loves Mannoko but he loves Manta more...”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yes because Manta will take over daddy’s beloved company... that’s what he was groomed to do Manta may have loved me but Mansumi made sure Manta knew his destiny...his dammed future...”
“His destiny? Are you sure that’s what you would call it?”
“....I sometimes curse our society at night...the pre-determined roles our genders make us fulfill, our rooted honors and expectations.... I curse them for stealing my baby’s happiness...”
“And yours...”
“You know me too well...” Keiko’s head fell down cast as she fidgeted with a tissue in her hand her psychiatrist had figured out her problem with images and how her person appeared to other people, it was obvious if you really got to know her but no one did anymore in fact her psychiatrist was the first person in 10 years to get to know her. “That problem is getting better though I'm stressing less and less about my out ward personality... a long way to go though...”
“That’s why were here”
Keiko smiled at the man he sounded like he really cared...like Mansumi used to...
“It’s all wrong though....” she blurted out
“What is that?”
More tissue fidgeting “the way things have turned out I was 18 when I meet a 36 year old Mansumi... [2] I had come form a poor family so the prospect of marring a man that had just inherited his father’s company was a relief... I meet him at a party that he was throwing with the big movers and shakers of the industry... I was a waitress for the catering company he had hired...”
“You’ve never told me this before, are you sure you wish too?”
“Yes.... I had just finished high school and found a job that would help support my family with a local catering company. As you can imagine I looked quite professional in my uniform and when I was handing out martinis when I caught his eye... he looked so handsome in his tux and he looked like a 25 year old, he was suave and professional a few of the things I liked about him. He pulled me a side and said that I had beautiful hands and that they moved martinis well but that he thought that one of them should model a ring”
“Smooooth” the psychiatrist’s sarcasm couldn’t be hidden
Keiko smiled “we got married the next month. And he was away a lot of the time but when he was around he’d hold my hand...come to think of it he was a little taller then and I was shorter...but like I said he’d hold my hand and whisper sweet things into my ear...I’d always be there with him at parties and when he’d be away for weeks on end he’d bring me flowers back with him....but he was always blunt and slightly cruel he was never the prince on a horse romantic type...” growing up she used to wish for a boyfriend like that....
“Some times that happens...”
“I know but he changed me over time I became too serious and aware...”
“Which lead to your self image problems”
“Yes and looking back he changed too his temper got shorter, and his bluntness got worse it got....bad....for a while there....”
“How bad?...”
“He...hit me...once...in the head, before Mannoko was born... it was a stressful day for him and when he came home Manta wasn’t studding like he was supposed to and well it all boiled up and well... I was more surprised than anything and from the look on his face so was he... it was the first rash thing he’d done against me... but I wish it’d never happened because a few years after that he’d gotten into the habit of-” Keiko’s head suddenly shot up and her eyes were showing nothing but horror. “Never mind...I should have never mentioned it! Please don’t say anything to Mansumi!” she started to cry
The psychiatrist named Yasuo had never seen his patient like this before it was obvious something evil was going down at the Oyamada house hold but unless he got a confession he couldn’t do anything after awhile he relaxed because Keiko calmed down (after he reassured her that he would ever tell Mansumi)
“...but there were good moments too... but it all seems like it went down hill after my baby was born and it fells like I couldn’t do anything to stop it...everything was spiraling out of control and we barely talked or got along anymore... it’s horrible it’s like you wake up every day and you wonder why this is...why you’re here and how you ended up with this person besides you...and then things just continue like there is nothing wrong...”
“If you put out the effort it can be as if nothing is wrong...”
“I can try but Mansumi....is...well he’s sick...”
“If you don’t mind me asking but with what?”
“Its cancer and he tried to get treated for it but it didn’t take so he gave up and well he is...”
“Is what?”
“Going to die soon” Keiko’s face was evidence enough that she was saying the truth. “The doctors say he has about a year...” Keiko got up from her seat and looked out the window. “Not even 10 people know about it and if he should die before Manta is 18 I have to take over the company, which is going to be ahead ach in its own right but most of all...I’m afraid to lose them...”
“Them who?” Yasuo was still in shock about Mansumi’s health but he had to be professional... when Keiko turned around she was crying again.
“my family...I tried so hard to be a good wife and mother but it’s not enough and it’s not good enough....if Mansumi dies I lose the only man to ever love me and when he dies Manta and Mannoko will become distant and just plain worse then they are now and I’ll be so busy I can’t help them so...I’ll lose my family... but then again with the way I treat them...did I even disserve them? I wasn’t a good enough mother that’s what it all comes down too...I’ve made irreversible mistakes!”
“Everyone does but its never too late Keiko!”
She seemed surprised by this “I-It isn’t?”
“Nope, never...”
“Then maybe I should...” she paused to think....whether she would act upon what she should do or what would look good. “Thank you doctor I have come to a very important decision!” Yasuo had never seen her so excited or happy before “I’m terrible sorry but I must leave early!” she bowed then ran out the door...
Upon reflection you will find things you thought weren’t there, this is the purpose of therapy
Keiko Oyamada, age 37 finally found what she thought was never there...her ability to change for the better.
~~~~~
Wow that just...that was the coolest thing I’ve EVER written. (One of the most serious things too...) this is dedicated to my mom (my very own Keiko Oyamada) and all mother’s out there who at first glance seem cynical and ready to hate. Sorry for the slight inconsistencies (if you can’t find them then good for you!) Also the psychiatrist’s office was based after my own’s (it’s been years so I hardly remember it) and hush, hush on the taboo’s and all my friends at SKU will be happy I used the word ‘die’ (they know why!)and all the work and inherited age stuff is just what I assume...
[1] I think there called doctors...
[2] I did a little math there’s an 18 year difference between Keiko and Mansumi (o.O) so I had to come up with something to go around this fact
Also the OOCness well you be the judge...I love reading stories that give minor character’s more dimensions don’t you? I got the feeling this is clichéd....hmmm...
