Shoujoai ni Bouken: Adventures of Yuriko
The Story So Far: Almost two weeks have passed since Yuriko has
been back to Mitsukawa High School. The day of the school festival has arrived and Yuriko
has promised many people she'd be there. She has every intention of honoring that promise.
Volume 5, Issue 12
Yuriko rolled over, throwing one arm out and jumping nearly out of her skin as a curse was
barked practically in her ear.
"Sorry!" she cried out, as Midori continued to grumble, rubbing the cheek that
Yuriko had smacked.
"Ish alrigh." Midori muttered, and rolled over, falling asleep no more than a
second later. Yuriko however, lay there listening to her lover's breathing in the
darkness, for some time.
It felt strange knowing that, if she wanted to, she could sleep with this same woman night
after night, as long as - or maybe even longer than - she could imagine. The same face,
morning after morning, the same smile, the same voice. Yuriko felt something in her chest ache, as if her ribs weren't big
enough to contain the emotion she felt.
She reached out carefully and tangled her fingers in the luxurious hair that lay all
around Midori's sleeping form. She took a strand and brought it to her face, smelling
traces of honeysuckle on it. Smiling, Yuriko snuggled herself into Midori and fell asleep
Yuriko glanced over Midori's head into the mirror. She let the other woman finish tying
her tie, then straightened her own collar and brushed the hair over her right eye. She
looked down and asked, "Well? How do I look?"
Midori put her hands on Yuriko's shoulders and leaned upward to kiss her lightly.
"Magnificent," she said. "If you hadn't promised to go, I'd spend the next
hour taking it all off again."
Yuriko kissed Midori back with evident enjoyment. "But I did promise, so we'd better
go." She paused as she put on her overcoat, then continued, "and later you can
have the pleasure of undressing me."
Midori laughed as she threaded her arm into Yuriko's. "Have you always been this
fastidious about clothes?"
Yuriko shrugged. "Ever since I had the money to buy the right clothes, yes. It's hard
to be fastidious about jeans and tee shirts."
Midori gripped Yuriko's arm with both hands. "Next time you go shopping, I want to
come with you."
"I dunno," Yuriko grinned down at the writer, "Mariko guards that
responsibility pretty jealousy. You'll have to take it up with her."
"Then we'll all go that sounds like fun," Midori decided gleefully.
Yuriko just groaned at the idea, as visions of Mariko and Midori using her as their
personal mannequin leapt into her mind.
The day was clear and bright and, despite the crispness in the air, not too cold. A good
day, Yuriko thought, for a festival.
As if reading her mind, Midori said, "It's beautiful out. But you know, I was
thinking most schools hold their festivals in the spring or summer. I wonder why
they do theirs in the autumn and so late, too?"
"I asked Sayaka-sempai about that as a matter of fact." Yuriko answered.
"It seems that they do a regular festival in the spring too. The dance is another
thing that's kind of odd it's not usual for a school to hold a formal dance. But the Principal apparently studied in America for a while, and he
decided it would be a good thing to do."
"I'm glad," Mariko commented. "I think it's nice to have something to look
forward to as the days get grayer and colder." She looked out of the window,
gesturing. "Although today isn't grey or cold."
"We're here," Yuri said unnecessarily, as the car pulled up to the curb. Midori
glanced at Yuriko, whose voice had become suddenly thin and unsure.
"Are you alright?" Midori asked.
Yuriko gave her a small, unconvincing smile. "I'm fine."
The two women left the car and walked the remainder of the block, as Yuriko had done every
morning that she attended the school. She found herself noting every detail, as if she had
never seen the area before or as if she might never come this way again.
"Did you ever notice..." Yuriko began, then stopped abruptly midsentence. They
had just come around the corner and were standing in the gateway of the path that led to
the school. Along the front of the school building was strung an immense banner that read
"Welcome Back, Yuriko-kun!" The entire student body stood in front of the school
and at the two women's appearance had bowed and was now greeting her in unison.
Midori watched the blonde with calm concern as Yuriko simply gaped for a moment then,
carefully and deliberately, removed her glasses, pulled the handkerchief from her pocket
and wiped away the tears that spilled quietly from her eyes.
She took a few steps, then stopped again, clearly at a loss for words. Midori took her arm
and led the actress towards the school until she stood directly in front of the beaming
Principal. Yuriko looked around, noting how many of the faces were more than just familiar she had genuinely missed
these people over the past few hectic days. She could see Namba, the cameraman, filming
the momentous occasion, so she shot him and his camera a watery smile.
Yuriko pulled herself together at last and with a final dab at her eyes, bowed deeply.
"Tadaima," she began, but anything else she might have said was completely
obliterated in the rousing cheer that met her simple word, while the camera rolled
The festival got off to a great start. The Principal kept his opening speech short and the
theater and dance clubs put on a production of traditional Japanese dance. When that was
finished, everyone left the auditorium to man their various booths and tables, or to
wander between them, playing games, eating food and sharing ideas.
Yuriko found herself scooped up by the writing club and dragged off to put in some time at
their booth. Midori waved at the blondes retreating form, calling out that
shed catch up later.
Sayaka was waiting for her with a disapproving frown as the blonde was deposited in front
of the club president. "You're late," Sayaka snapped. "We have customers
here, Yuriko-kun! Get to work!" She couldnt keep the severe face though, and
laughed as Yuriko stood at attention and gave the girl a sharp salute.
"Yes sir, president sir!" the blonde shouted, then grinned impudently as her
fellow club members giggled at her antics.
Yuriko and Sayaka spent a few moments catching up on trivia, before they had to attend to
the business at hand.
What have you been doing with all that free time? Sayaka teased.
Free time? Yuriko looked puzzled. Ive heard of that
dont recall ever having any. She smiled down at the girl. The usual,
half a dozen interviews, a week in the studio
yes, she nodded in answer to the
obvious question, Im doing the opening and closing themes of the show, and no,
I wont sing them for you youll have to wait like everyone else. What
else? Oh, some post-production stuff, voiceovers, fill-ins, that kind of thing. Yuriko sighed heavily. An idols work is never
Sayaka giggled happily. Were very glad to have you here today, she
effervesced. But, she said nodding towards the passing students,
its time to get to work. She accompanied the idol to the table covered
with miniature scrolls. Yuriko picked up one of the small scrolls and scrutinized it
"Not bad," she commented generously. The verses were mostly classics, with a few
originals by the writing club, and the calligraphy nice, if not spectacular. She
determined to sell every one she could. When the blonde looked up from the scroll, she
could see a few of the junior girls from the basketball team walking past.
"Get your red hot calligraphy here!" she called out. The girls turned, and
giggling loudly, came running up.
"Did you write this?" one of the girls asked, cooing over a scroll.
"Or did you do the calligraphy?" another clutched a particularly garish scroll
in her hand.
"Um, neither," Yuriko admitted, wincing under Sayaka's glare.
"Oh," the girls said, disappointed. Then one perked up and asked coyly,
"Well, will you autograph them?"
Yuriko looked at Sayaka who nodded solemnly. "Sure!" the blonde said to the
"Then I want this one!" the first girl shouted, while the girl with the scroll
already in her hand thrust it forward saying, "I'll take this one."
In seconds, a crowd of hands were reaching towards the idol, each with a scroll of it's
own. "Please sign this one, Yuriko-kun!" "This too - can you make it out to
Asako?" "I want this one! Can you sign it 'to my number one fan'?"
Yuriko took one of the scrolls and the brush one of the writing club members handed her
with a huge grin. Under the smirks of Sayaka- sempai, Yuriko began to autograph the little