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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2012 10:01:29 GMT -6
Date: May 23rd - 2003Time: 5:00 PM
The afternoon breeze greeted her face as she stepped outside for a moment - the warm sunlight drawing a smile to her lips. Sanae wasn't going to expect anyone at this time of the day. It was the afternoon and the students had after school activities to take care of, or even cleaning to do. This route that she was standing upon was one route that was rarely paid any attention to. It was just a route to the people of the city, the lives going on inside the homes unknown to others. The autumn eyed woman gazed upon the sky as the wind blew by on the region - making strands of her hair repeatedly shift in the direction. If one were to look at her now they would think she was just an ordinary young woman staring at the sky with nothing better to do. How they would be wrong on such a statement, for they wouldn't know what was going on through her mind.
Her thoughts were drifting around the caverns of her mind as Nagisa Furukawa - her daughter - was indeed the subject of her thoughts. Everyday Sanae worried about Nagisa. She had asked herself many questions and tried to calm herself by standing out here and think to herself. Even though she should be baking bread or starting the afternoon meal Sanae would always come out here to at least ponder whenever she had gotten the chance. It was just even small moments that would cross her mind. Small moments like Nagisa's laughter or Akio's mistakes.
Nothing mattered to her more than the love and happiness for her family.
Sanae's ears twitched lightly as she had thought her name was being called from the inside. Her head turned to the inside, her strands of her hair gently gracing her face as she looked inside the home. Her eyelids closed once or twice but not another word was spoken. For a moment she had thought she heard a voice through the wind but it might have been just her imagination. Sanae turned her body away from the bakery door and only stared at the environment with a rather lost expression overtaking her features.
Didn't I hear my name?
The thought made her left hand place itself to her left cheek and tilt her head in wonder. The voice had sounded soft and distant. Could it really just have been her imagination?
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Post by Fujibayashi Ryou on Aug 10, 2012 9:00:31 GMT -6
There was one thing that Fujibayashi Ryou could hold as a victory over her older sister; that was in being feminine.
They were almost the same level in intelligence, her neesan was better with physical stuff, handling boys, handling pigs, being brave, and hurling lexicons... okay, the last one was not exactly appealing, but her twin's attributes often tipped the scales when one performed a comparison, so she was happy to hold this particular characteristic.
However, even in this particular characteristic there was a glaring flaw, a flaw whose opposite talent her sister had: she was a failure of a cook.
A failure of a cook lead to being a failure of a baker. She was careful with the measurements of the sugar and the salt, she followed the recipe's instructions to the letter (okay, she would admit, she would sometimes pitch in her own imaginative additions), but somehow, something, would always blow up in her face. Well, sometimes it did not blow up, literally, although those times were worse, since her products' effects were... it was humbling to say... terrifying. It would be nice if they were just plain bad-tasting...
And so, today, when the cookies she had made had worked again as an effective sedative for their household's pet, Botan, she had decided she would go find a bakery and ask just how they did it. (She had asked her sister before, and she was... very... abstract about it.) Perhaps a professional could help her, or something. And then maybe she could make something for Okazaki. Something that would not make him throw up.
That was why she had come here.
"Um... good morning... I mean... good afternoon..."
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Post by Otomo Kojiro on Aug 10, 2012 12:39:16 GMT -6
Was there really such a thing as fate? The grinding gears of time, sending everything flying outwards after a chain of events exploded. A predetermined path to meet certain people in ones life during their travels. Something the greatest human minds in history debated at length.
This was a question Otomo Kojiro asked himself, then asked himself not to think too much on, as he found his person outside of a bakery. Lured in by the sweet smells of ambrosia that dwelt inside from even down the street, he was now peering through the glass window. Much like a fish gazing in wonderment from it's glass cage, the boy observed the many baskets of baked goods, and a very familiar senior student from school.
A young woman of many names. Class Rep, Fortune-Teller, Fujibayashi's sister. The poor girl seemed to be living in the glaring fury of her twin sister's shadow. Though being in her class during his tenure at Hikarizaka High, she was her own person. A small chuckle formed on Koji's lips as he remembered the events of the hot springs. A foolish misunderstanding that he could look back on, and laugh at now. The whole trip was something of an education.
Still uncertain of how he even found himself at this place, Koji threw caution to the wind, and gave to the desires of his nose and his taste buds. Perhaps he'd get a little something for his mother and step-father. The latter did have something of an affection for Danish pastries.
He hadn't even stepped in through the door when the warm scents of different flavors and textures of bread penetrated his senses. To be greeted by such pleasant odors every day would either be bliss, or a doughy, floury hell. Personally, the boy felt like making visits to this store a habit. There were a couple other bakeries in town of course, but there was something homely and charming about this one. He didn't even fully register that the sign said "Furukawa Bakery".
Until of course, he saw the bakery's apparent owner, whom Fujibayashi Ryou greeted with her characteristic stutter. The woman greatly resembled one Furukawa Nagisa, whom he'd once met briefly. Surely this woman was too young to be her mother. Nevertheless, he stepped past the threshold, setting off a chime, alerting those inside of his presence.
"Good afternoon," He greeted politely, turning his head some degrees to greet Ryou also, "and good afternoon to you too Fujibayashi-san. It's a surprise to see you here."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2012 18:52:25 GMT -6
The soft voice of a student brought her attention to the real world before her and Sanae gasped lightly before catching the gaze of Ryou Fujibayashi. Her voice was a bit hesitant, yet polite nonetheless. The time for thinking of the mysterious call would have to wait for later matters it seemed. There seemed to be a customer at hand right now if she was correct.
It could be sensed that this girl had good manners. "Um... good morning... I mean... good afternoon..." the girl had greeted her. The light brown haired woman drew a soft and welcoming smile onto her lips - her eyes closed together in a content and happy manner at the company of the polite young girl. "Good afternoon, dear." she greeted softly her voice carrying the usual content tone she always adorned. "Good afternoon," another voice had chimed in. This caused Sanae to open her eyes and look to the direction the voice had come from. It seemed much lower than Ryou's and more relaxed. Her eyes caught sight with a young boy. His appearance seemed pleasant and he seemed polite with his greetings. Sanae only placed her hands in front of her politely and nodded her head as she greeted Kojiro.
"Good afternoon to you as well."
Her auburn eyes gazed upon the sight as she watched Kojiro greet Ryou. "and good afternoon to you too Fujibayashi-san. It's a surprise to see you here." Sanae listened quietly to their conversation, not really minding that she was just there as a shadow for now. Their uniforms was what had caught her eyesight for the moment. It was the same uniforms that belonged to the very school Nagisa participated at.
Is there a chance that these two know Nagisa?
The very thought danced around her mind as she stood there in waiting. Perhaps that question could be asked after whatever business they had for here was taken care of. When she felt the time was right her voice interjected into the environment and she still had the same caring smile on her features. "Excuse me, but is there anything you would like from the Furukawa Bakery today?" Sanae asked, gesturing a hand to a section of their baked goods. The neatly aligned sections of bread seemed pleasant to the eye and some sections even belonged to Sanae's. The young woman hoped that in her heart that they would buy one or two. Even if they left here today without buying one, she at least wanted to make sure they left happy. [/blockquote]
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Post by Fujibayashi Ryou on Aug 19, 2012 1:56:42 GMT -6
"Ah... anou..."
Her goal having been set, the younger Fujibayashi... did not exactly have a clear plan of attack in order to reach it. After all, it was his first time going to this bakery; she had thought going here instead of the bread shops in the shopping district would be less... intimidating, since it would not seem so much a... professional setting, if that was the appropriate adjective. This place was much more... homey... but even with the easier atmosphere she was not sure how to communicate her concerns.
She then noticed somebody she knew... he seemed to have happened upon the place, too, and it was only polite to greet him back. He was... "Ah... Otomo-san? Good afternoon." she repeated, since her previous courtesy had been directed to the shop and its owners, and not to her possibly fellow customer.
While it was not at all surprising to meet her batchmate here, she had to wonder what he was here for, although there was always the possibility he was merely... passing by, even though that sounded so... uninteresting. Speaking of the exact opposite, she remembered just how she had furthered her acquaintance with Otomo-san... it had been in the field trip, where he had mistaken her for her sister... the memory was a little embarrassing, and the fluttery countenance of the younger twin flushed mildly.
With that, and not at all very good with making small talk with a male... it seemed awkward to discuss the few things she knew about him, namely that he harbored an attraction for her older sister... she, perhaps a little stiffly, returned her attention to the patisserie's proprietor. "Furukawa?" It sounded familiar, the name nagging in her mind, the recollection just out of reach.
For now she had to respond to the woman who had come to attend to them... she looked youthful, as if she was only a few years older than them, but she had a motherly aura about her, which intimidated Ryou in a different manner compared to her sibling's; Fujibayashi Kyou had the feeling of fire, but their host was more akin to warmth, a strength that exuded because it did not exert itself. She found herself speaking randomly...
"Ah... I am not looking for anything in particular..."
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Post by Otomo Kojiro on Aug 19, 2012 2:42:21 GMT -6
The woman greeted warmly. Such as one may do when welcoming a guest into ones home. The building did appear to have a house annexed onto it, or rather, the bakery was annexed onto the house. Either way, Koji elevated from his position, and took in the delicate scents. They surrounded him. He was King Leonidas. This bakery was Thermopylae, and the pastries were Xerxes' colossal army, assaulting his nostrils from all fronts.
Truly this would go down in the history books, as the most alluring bakery in all of Japan. Or perhaps the boy was simply seduced by the pleasant odors and his hunger for something sweet, and preferably cream-filled. Or perhaps something more rare and elusive. The bakery's own recipes.
"Excuse me, but is there anything you would like from the Furukawa Bakery today?"
Koji's eyes lit with a youthful, feverous delight. He was, almost quite literally in a candy shop, and the inner child was taking over in fits of internal giggles. Perhaps this was all an elaborate ruse, to lull a young man or indeed woman into a false sense of security, before assaulting their senses with heavenly smells. Then, when hooked, they'd be so overcome with temptation, they would purchase them in bulk. A foolproof business plan, if a little cruel.
Such a thought however, did not occupy Kojiro's thoughts. The boy was seeing pastries and bread in his eyes. As if entranced by her gesture, Koji moved towards the trays of bread, pointed out by the store owner. His smile quickly descended into a mixed look of addling wonderment and confused stupefaction. Koji was perplexed by the unique concoctions before his very eyes. Breads with strange... Things poking out of them. Pastries with curious toppings and fillings.
"Oh, These... These your specialty breads. They smell really good," Koji pondered aloud, approaching no one tray in particular as he tried to keep his composure. In all honesty, he felt somehow obligated to buy one of them, and it wasn't just on account of the smell. He feared it might shatter the poor woman's expectations should he refuse to at least try one of her curious creations. Secondly, and if she were a relative of Furukawa Nagisa's, he'd at least buy something from the family store. It wasn't much in the way of compensating the timid girl for not getting back to her on the Drama Club front. He'd simply had other priorities.
Perhaps it was time to make good on that promise. But first, the young man asserted himself by bypassing any thoughts of actually purchasing something in favor of formalities. His curiosity raged like wildfire, or perhaps it would be more fitting to say like a baker's oven, considering his current location. The woman was clearly quite young, and Koji suspected she was merely an aunt or older cousin of Nagisa's, rather than the girl's mother. It was a rather obvious observation to make, but he made it nonetheless, and gave vocalization to his cognizance.
He did, of course have the good manners to wait until his classmate had concluded talking.
"Excuse me," He began, wondering how to structure his next few words, "you mentioned that this is the Furukawa Bakery... Are you perhaps related to Furukawa Nagisa? She's a senior at my school."
Koji mentally slapped himself for adding such a pointless little addendum at the end. They were almost definitely related, and as such, would be privy to the young Furukawa's position within Hikarizaka Private High School. At least he'd get a more in-depth answer to a question that was impossibly easy to answer.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2012 14:33:36 GMT -6
Sanae stood there politely with her outstretched hand that gestured to the table of neatly assorted pastries beside her. Their selective trays carrying a small section of each kind of the bread let out a heavenly scent from a selected few. Some were made by her - and it could obviously be seen - and it would be a wondrous feeling if one or the other bought a piece of her bread. Her auburn eyes scanned the two students as she lowered her hand and pulled it towards her being. She backed away a few steps to let Koji observe the many assorted selections they had. The tapping of the shoes that the woman wore echoed lightly as she made her movements, the slight pang of them against the wooden floor intervening the short periods of silence that occurred between them all. Sanae turned to Ryou and remembered what the young girl had said in reply to her most recent question.
"Ah... I am not looking for anything in particular..."
A palm curved around her left cheek as she tilted her head. "Oh, I see. May I ask what it is that you need?" she replied with a simple blink of her eyes. Sanae had to admit to herself that it was indeed a slight feeling of disappointment rising inside of her as the seconds passed by, but she could not do anything about it. The Furukawa stood there with the same caring smile adorning her lips - one that stretched onto her face for what seemed an eternity - and let her fingers smooth away from her face. Slight strands of hair seemed to shift slightly as Sanae straightened herself into a proper position before turning her gaze to Koji; asking her a question that seemed to send a soft pang of relief through her soul.
"Excuse me," he began and the soft brown haired woman nodded her head, waiting for the boy to continue. "you mentioned that this is the Furukawa Bakery... Are you perhaps related to Furukawa Nagisa? She's a senior at my school."
From just that one question she felt a bit more comfortable at the mention of her daughter, Nagisa. A question of curiosity, yet she seemed that she had to answer it nonetheless. Her voice was soft as she replied to the question her eyes gazing upon the brown haired boy. Her fingers gently slid past each other and halted at the crevice of each curve on one or the other's hand. Her weight shifted slightly from one leg to another, her knee bending ever so slightly.
"Yes, I'm related to Nagisa. I'm her mother, Sanae."
She provided nothing but a simple smile at the two students after she had replied to the question. Sanae waited for a minute or so before tilting her head, giving off a rather curious aura and expression that placed onto her features. The Furukawa began to wonder why exactly had Koji seemed curious in such a thing - asking her the question.
Perhaps he's friends with Nagisa... along with this young lady here as well?
Sanae was becoming lost in her own little world, the caverns of her mind holding the many questions she had asked herself in the past.
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Post by Fujibayashi Ryou on Sept 1, 2012 0:31:56 GMT -6
The lass fidgeted as she watched the events unfold. She felt, through either her lack of enthusiasm or the ambivalence of her statement, that she might have disappointed the bakeshop owner, and that was something she did not wish to do.
However, she was not given an immediate opportunity to make amends, as Otomo-san... more energetic than when they had their encounter, though he did have a reason that time to feel a little disheartened... fluttered this way and that, rifling with the eyes across the shelves and stands presenting different varieties of bread, looking a lot more interested than the younger Fujibayashi.
It was not as if Ryou was uninterested; she did appreciate the fragrance, and the possible tastes, of the pans and pastries, but she did not react as vividly, as colorfully, as her opportune friend, her fellow customer. The girl felt a little envious with how he demonstrated his enthusiasm, even if it was only in so many words, in so few gestures. She wondered if she could ever feel like that, attention so complete upon the culinary creations. Perhaps that was what she was missing... perhaps she should be grateful of food some more, or something. If that even made any sense.
Besides which, what she had said was somewhat untrue, now that she had thought about it; she was looking for something in particular, she... just did not know how to phrase it to the beautiful proprietor. Should she go 'how do you make these things?' or something along that vein? She felt a little intimidated that she could make such different varieties of food.
(It did not occur to the class representative that some of those presented were rather peculiar; she subconsciously decided they were just things she had yet to be acquainted with, as she was a novice and a wreck with cooking. She assumed what Otomo-san was talking about with 'specialty breads' was that the breads were the most well done of the lot, or something.)
But before she managed to launch her inquiry, now that she had formulated it, even if it was rather abstract, Otomo-san superseded her again, this time with his own question, if the baker was related to a certain somebody... Oh, Furukawa... Furukawa-san, the girl who was with Okazaki-san... the girl who I met in the hot springs... she realized, now that her batchmate mentioned it. Furthermore, the baker responded with an affirmative... and that she was her mother. Wait, what?
"You're... you're Furukawa-san's mother, miss?" Fujibayashi Ryou stammered, her voice scrambling a little. That would explain the gentle feeling about her, but... but... she doesn't look old enough to be a mother! I would have expected it to be a sister or a cousin...
"...but... but..." she went, echoing her thoughts. "...you look... so young!" she blurted out, pointing out the obvious.
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