Post by Vice Admiral Nyoko Honda on Aug 21, 2011 14:32:46 GMT -5
Nyoko materialized on a quiet suburban street. A surreal feeling washed over her when she saw her families two narrow two story home. It remained unchanged since the last time she had visited. There was much to be said about how good that made her feel.
It was summer in Japan yet again. Certainly Nyoko's favorite time of year. It was hot and the distinguished hero although anticipated the weather dressing in her fashionable hot paints and sleeveless summer shirt and sandals. She brought her had to whip the sweat accumulating on her forehead.
The air was thick with moisture and the ground was wet from a recent sun shower. After spending 2 years in a climent controlled environment swashed almost forgot what an Okinawa summer was like. She look up at the clear blue sky then her eyes traced downward past the stone sea wall and too the sea blue pacific. It was sight to behold, one that she found herself wishing Liz to paint for her.
Then she turned he sights to the single door entry of her modern home. The walkway to the front door was a short one. Along it were flowers planted neatly In the ground. It was her mother's hobbie. She always had some kind of vegetable garden or flower bed that she cared for.
Nyoko walked slowly basking in the sun light she hadn't felt in years. She waited for a pair of locals zip by on bike cycles before crossing the street. But these devices were ancient in concept aside from a modern fashion not much has changed.
She quickly crossed the street and down the stone pathway to her mother's front door. The house was a modern one. It was two story square house with a single roof pitched on all for sides.The windows were large rectangle planted two by two on each side of the second story. The window above the door had the most significance it was her old room.
But before she pressed the door chime she took a detour. She cut across the path that took her around the back of the house. In the back yard Nyoko's mothers hobbie was even more evident. There was a good sized garden but Nyoko didn't follow the walkway to it she continued along the side to a double door shed. The doors were open and she slipped in to take a peek.
Inside was lit by typical lighting illuminating the small storage unit. The walls were lined with all kinds of archaic yard work tools as well as state of the art ones. But that wasn't what interested Miss Honda. It was the object that was under the cover placed in the far corner.
Walking up to it her slips drew into a smile as she flipped the large DIRO sunglasses up off her nose and on to the top of her head. She reached and pulled the old dusty cover off revealing her classic sport motorbike. Although it was archaic by present day standards, It was state of the art in 2021, right about when Earth's Energy Crisis was at it's highest. Red in color and co tresses by black panels it was the bike she had the Ayanami create on the holodeck. Only this was the original one. The real ZXX-R6 Kawasaki, outfitted with all the Bells and whistles. This particular model featured on board computer and bluethooth wireless connection for the heads up display in the helmet she now held in her hands.
She took a long moment to admire it. It was Nyoko's sincerest opinion that they didn't make them like they used too. As she reflected on the beauty of her bike a some what confrontational voice came from the door way.
"Watashi wa anata o tasukeru koto ga dekiru?" (Can I help you??) The lady with the large sun hat asked in a sharp questioning tone. Nyoko understood the words clearly.
Then Nyoko turned to face the voice. Then the Japanese woman that sold there questioningly was surprised, no startled . It was like seeing a ghost for her. All Nyoko could do was smile at her mother.
Ayoko who's shock quickly turned into joy!
Nyoko replied in her native language.
"Konnichiwa Okasan" a broad smile came to her lips.
The two embraced each other. "I almost called the civil police on you!" Ayoko said. "Why didn't you call? Your letter said you be here next week." She added.
"I got lucky with transportation. A direct flight." She said with a smile.
Then Ayoko grew a little curios, "So this special mission has come to an end?" She asked and Nyoko nodded affirmatively.
"and your injury?" Then she continued
"All better" Nyoko replied
"The prefecture's minister of civil engineering wanted too invite you to dinner." Ayoko continued I told him that was up to you.
"No, No I came here to see my family." Nyoko assured totally not wanting to brows that chapter of her life again.
"Oh come now Nyoko! Your going to be the lonely old lady." Her mother replied.
Nyoko brushed it off with a shrug and changed the subject. She didn't have any intentions of digging up old boy friend’s. For goodness sake she had so many but this one wasn't one of her notorious flings. This one was the boy she was seeing before she ran off to join starfleet. She and Kenji spent a great deal of time together, after all they both attended sibling schools. The Kisaragi Girls School was on one side of the campus and the boys were on the other. Everyone morning since junior high they walked to school together.
As they grew Kenji started to find a great deal of interest in engineering. He was brilliant all like Hann a lot of ways she realized while reflecting back on those days.
It was he who rebuild Nyoko's sport bike. He was so engrossed with 21st century equipment that he replicated each part of the bike using the schools engineering shop and installed the parts weekend by weekend. By the end of senior year he had build two of these classic sport cycles. Identical in every way to the 2020 version. During these projects Nyoko found romance. Together they experimented with various methods of intimacy. The first kiss, the first touch and even the first time. The two became quickly identified as a pair during highschool.
Then school year ended and as everyone began to prepare for the next step Kenji had applied to a prestigious local engineers school. Nyoko had applied for Starfleet Accadmy. This did put a bit of pressure on the two resulting in a breakup. Nyoko recalled that night on Mount Onna. Only a few weeks from her shipping out.
He couldn't understand why she choice this route. Nyoko was a talented violin and athletic. She could have picked any profession. He wanted her to be a musician, he wanted her to be close to him while he studied. Not sailing around the cosmos. Though in the end Kenji was disappointed. Despite his love for her Nyoko's attention was elsewhere.
She always looked to the stars in wonder and this made him upset. Nyoko grew up with her father absent. Now as they were parting she was reaching for the stars as her dad did. The memory replayed in her mind as she looked at the bike.
" Nazedesu ka?" (Why?), he asked when she told him the news.
Nyoko shrugged her shoulders and looked up at the star filled sky from their favorite cliff face. Then she answered looking upward
"Watashi wa itsumo watashi no unmei ga hoshi no ma shitte iru shite iru" she replied
(I've always know my destiny is up there among the stars)
"Anata no chichi ga sukidesu ka?" He asked flatly.
(like your father?)
"Hai, Watashi no chichi no yōna" she replied equally flatly.
(Yes, like my father)
Those words even disappointed the skinny Japanese boy even more. He was resentful. Nyoko's father skipped out on most her life and now she was going to chase after him.
"Sore wa watashi-tachi o doko ni demasu ka?" he asked half kno
(Where does that leave us?)
"Meikakude wa nai issho ni" She said in a sorry tone. Then looked away sadly.
(clearly not together)
He approached her and placed his hand on her shoulder. He couldn't believe she sharked a bit at the touch. That hurt the young inexperienced boy a lot.
"Shikashi..." He said swallowing the pain. "Watashi wa anata o aishite" he blurted out in desperation.
(But... I love you)
Nyoko's shoulders sank and her jaw tensed up in pain. What he was doing was unfair and culturally uncomfortable. The need to spell out feelings in words in their culture wasn't proper. To make matters worse he was forcing her Into reconsidering her choice, for a moment she was about to give up her dreams. Looking back now as she reflected on the choice she made, it would have been a simple life, a safer one. But at the time he had backed her into a corner one where she would have to break his heart or sell out on her dreams.
She liked Kenji, she really did prehaped even loved him. Now more than ever she felt their paths separating and the pain was sharp. Nyoko even considered asking him to wait for her to have fate in their relationship but that all seemed so incomparable now.
She shook her head. No he made his move and she didn't plan on cheapening her life by giving up on a dream she had from childhood. He would ha e to understand or not.
She turned to him and young Miss Honda gave him that sharp look that anyone could tell it was serious.
"Watashi wa onaji o kanjiru ikenai" she said sadly.
(I don't feel the same)
That hit Kenji like lance to the heart. He was frozen there in his own grif and disappointment. Nyoko started for her bike, mounted it and before she slipped the helmet over her head she looked back at her boy.
"Gomennasai," she said and then started the engine. Then with a reave of her engine she sped off to chase her dream.
The reunion was typical for Nyoko. Everyone wanted to hug her. Everyone wanted to shake her hand. All the Chilean wanted her to hold them. By the end of the first week she had eaten so much homemade sushi she gave herself a belly ache. Despite that is was fantastic to be home.
It was summer in Japan yet again. Certainly Nyoko's favorite time of year. It was hot and the distinguished hero although anticipated the weather dressing in her fashionable hot paints and sleeveless summer shirt and sandals. She brought her had to whip the sweat accumulating on her forehead.
The air was thick with moisture and the ground was wet from a recent sun shower. After spending 2 years in a climent controlled environment swashed almost forgot what an Okinawa summer was like. She look up at the clear blue sky then her eyes traced downward past the stone sea wall and too the sea blue pacific. It was sight to behold, one that she found herself wishing Liz to paint for her.
Then she turned he sights to the single door entry of her modern home. The walkway to the front door was a short one. Along it were flowers planted neatly In the ground. It was her mother's hobbie. She always had some kind of vegetable garden or flower bed that she cared for.
Nyoko walked slowly basking in the sun light she hadn't felt in years. She waited for a pair of locals zip by on bike cycles before crossing the street. But these devices were ancient in concept aside from a modern fashion not much has changed.
She quickly crossed the street and down the stone pathway to her mother's front door. The house was a modern one. It was two story square house with a single roof pitched on all for sides.The windows were large rectangle planted two by two on each side of the second story. The window above the door had the most significance it was her old room.
But before she pressed the door chime she took a detour. She cut across the path that took her around the back of the house. In the back yard Nyoko's mothers hobbie was even more evident. There was a good sized garden but Nyoko didn't follow the walkway to it she continued along the side to a double door shed. The doors were open and she slipped in to take a peek.
Inside was lit by typical lighting illuminating the small storage unit. The walls were lined with all kinds of archaic yard work tools as well as state of the art ones. But that wasn't what interested Miss Honda. It was the object that was under the cover placed in the far corner.
Walking up to it her slips drew into a smile as she flipped the large DIRO sunglasses up off her nose and on to the top of her head. She reached and pulled the old dusty cover off revealing her classic sport motorbike. Although it was archaic by present day standards, It was state of the art in 2021, right about when Earth's Energy Crisis was at it's highest. Red in color and co tresses by black panels it was the bike she had the Ayanami create on the holodeck. Only this was the original one. The real ZXX-R6 Kawasaki, outfitted with all the Bells and whistles. This particular model featured on board computer and bluethooth wireless connection for the heads up display in the helmet she now held in her hands.
She took a long moment to admire it. It was Nyoko's sincerest opinion that they didn't make them like they used too. As she reflected on the beauty of her bike a some what confrontational voice came from the door way.
"Watashi wa anata o tasukeru koto ga dekiru?" (Can I help you??) The lady with the large sun hat asked in a sharp questioning tone. Nyoko understood the words clearly.
Then Nyoko turned to face the voice. Then the Japanese woman that sold there questioningly was surprised, no startled . It was like seeing a ghost for her. All Nyoko could do was smile at her mother.
Ayoko who's shock quickly turned into joy!
Nyoko replied in her native language.
"Konnichiwa Okasan" a broad smile came to her lips.
The two embraced each other. "I almost called the civil police on you!" Ayoko said. "Why didn't you call? Your letter said you be here next week." She added.
"I got lucky with transportation. A direct flight." She said with a smile.
Then Ayoko grew a little curios, "So this special mission has come to an end?" She asked and Nyoko nodded affirmatively.
"and your injury?" Then she continued
"All better" Nyoko replied
"The prefecture's minister of civil engineering wanted too invite you to dinner." Ayoko continued I told him that was up to you.
"No, No I came here to see my family." Nyoko assured totally not wanting to brows that chapter of her life again.
"Oh come now Nyoko! Your going to be the lonely old lady." Her mother replied.
Nyoko brushed it off with a shrug and changed the subject. She didn't have any intentions of digging up old boy friend’s. For goodness sake she had so many but this one wasn't one of her notorious flings. This one was the boy she was seeing before she ran off to join starfleet. She and Kenji spent a great deal of time together, after all they both attended sibling schools. The Kisaragi Girls School was on one side of the campus and the boys were on the other. Everyone morning since junior high they walked to school together.
As they grew Kenji started to find a great deal of interest in engineering. He was brilliant all like Hann a lot of ways she realized while reflecting back on those days.
It was he who rebuild Nyoko's sport bike. He was so engrossed with 21st century equipment that he replicated each part of the bike using the schools engineering shop and installed the parts weekend by weekend. By the end of senior year he had build two of these classic sport cycles. Identical in every way to the 2020 version. During these projects Nyoko found romance. Together they experimented with various methods of intimacy. The first kiss, the first touch and even the first time. The two became quickly identified as a pair during highschool.
Then school year ended and as everyone began to prepare for the next step Kenji had applied to a prestigious local engineers school. Nyoko had applied for Starfleet Accadmy. This did put a bit of pressure on the two resulting in a breakup. Nyoko recalled that night on Mount Onna. Only a few weeks from her shipping out.
He couldn't understand why she choice this route. Nyoko was a talented violin and athletic. She could have picked any profession. He wanted her to be a musician, he wanted her to be close to him while he studied. Not sailing around the cosmos. Though in the end Kenji was disappointed. Despite his love for her Nyoko's attention was elsewhere.
She always looked to the stars in wonder and this made him upset. Nyoko grew up with her father absent. Now as they were parting she was reaching for the stars as her dad did. The memory replayed in her mind as she looked at the bike.
" Nazedesu ka?" (Why?), he asked when she told him the news.
Nyoko shrugged her shoulders and looked up at the star filled sky from their favorite cliff face. Then she answered looking upward
"Watashi wa itsumo watashi no unmei ga hoshi no ma shitte iru shite iru" she replied
(I've always know my destiny is up there among the stars)
"Anata no chichi ga sukidesu ka?" He asked flatly.
(like your father?)
"Hai, Watashi no chichi no yōna" she replied equally flatly.
(Yes, like my father)
Those words even disappointed the skinny Japanese boy even more. He was resentful. Nyoko's father skipped out on most her life and now she was going to chase after him.
"Sore wa watashi-tachi o doko ni demasu ka?" he asked half kno
(Where does that leave us?)
"Meikakude wa nai issho ni" She said in a sorry tone. Then looked away sadly.
(clearly not together)
He approached her and placed his hand on her shoulder. He couldn't believe she sharked a bit at the touch. That hurt the young inexperienced boy a lot.
"Shikashi..." He said swallowing the pain. "Watashi wa anata o aishite" he blurted out in desperation.
(But... I love you)
Nyoko's shoulders sank and her jaw tensed up in pain. What he was doing was unfair and culturally uncomfortable. The need to spell out feelings in words in their culture wasn't proper. To make matters worse he was forcing her Into reconsidering her choice, for a moment she was about to give up her dreams. Looking back now as she reflected on the choice she made, it would have been a simple life, a safer one. But at the time he had backed her into a corner one where she would have to break his heart or sell out on her dreams.
She liked Kenji, she really did prehaped even loved him. Now more than ever she felt their paths separating and the pain was sharp. Nyoko even considered asking him to wait for her to have fate in their relationship but that all seemed so incomparable now.
She shook her head. No he made his move and she didn't plan on cheapening her life by giving up on a dream she had from childhood. He would ha e to understand or not.
She turned to him and young Miss Honda gave him that sharp look that anyone could tell it was serious.
"Watashi wa onaji o kanjiru ikenai" she said sadly.
(I don't feel the same)
That hit Kenji like lance to the heart. He was frozen there in his own grif and disappointment. Nyoko started for her bike, mounted it and before she slipped the helmet over her head she looked back at her boy.
"Gomennasai," she said and then started the engine. Then with a reave of her engine she sped off to chase her dream.
The reunion was typical for Nyoko. Everyone wanted to hug her. Everyone wanted to shake her hand. All the Chilean wanted her to hold them. By the end of the first week she had eaten so much homemade sushi she gave herself a belly ache. Despite that is was fantastic to be home.