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Hello Kittenland
Welcome to Kittenland, the most adorable place in Happy Happy Fun World! If you didn't like Kittenland, you probably had no soul at all.
There was the Kitten Go Round, a Merry Go Round where everyone could ride a kitten; the Nyan Cat Coaster, a rollercoaster where the carriages were in the shape of kittens with pop tart bodies, racing along a rainbow track to the constant sound of 'nyanyanyanyan'; the Kitten Petting Corner (with real kittens!); and the Hello Kitty Teacups.
And then there was the merchandise - the Nyan Cat Coaster had a shop of it's own, as did the Hello Kitty Teacups, both with a considerable range in merchandise; there was Kitten Candy, kitten t-shirts, kitten magnets, and more. Oddly enough though, you couldn't buy actual kittens.
[ooc: Feel free to make up any other kitten related rides or merchanise if you want!]]
There was the Kitten Go Round, a Merry Go Round where everyone could ride a kitten; the Nyan Cat Coaster, a rollercoaster where the carriages were in the shape of kittens with pop tart bodies, racing along a rainbow track to the constant sound of 'nyanyanyanyan'; the Kitten Petting Corner (with real kittens!); and the Hello Kitty Teacups.
And then there was the merchandise - the Nyan Cat Coaster had a shop of it's own, as did the Hello Kitty Teacups, both with a considerable range in merchandise; there was Kitten Candy, kitten t-shirts, kitten magnets, and more. Oddly enough though, you couldn't buy actual kittens.
[ooc: Feel free to make up any other kitten related rides or merchanise if you want!]]
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Although now that she was in front of him and going on about teenage hormones, it now occurred to Marco that his Mom didn't know about him dating Sakura, and he had absolutely no idea how she would react to that.
"Uh, what are you doing here?" he said, feeling weirdly put on the spot.
Kitten McWonderful meowed in irritation, clearly not happy with all this spinning around.
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"My master might have mentioned that in-between the lessons on how to keep men on track in spite of themselves." Her smile was small and half amused, hoping to avoid thinking on how she'd embarrassed herself. Sakura inclined her head toward Eva. "Hello, Eva. I hope you've been having a good day." Polite in tone, and sincerely meant. Her eyes flicked back toward Marco as the kitten he held mewled, but she held off saying anything on McWonderful's account, or stating the obvious when it came to potential whys for his mother.
It was far less strange to think of people in concepts of living, working families, if Marco and Eva were by and large still the exception to the rule. Thinking on that, she wondered if this should turn into her politely excusing herself and leaving them to family time. Sakura had no real good idea how that worked, let alone in the context of family dynamics from another world.
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She turns to Sakura. "I have, actually. And you? I hope having Marco tag along hasn't ruined the entire thing for you yet." She winks at Marco to remind him she's kidding.
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Then she whirls on Marco. "And when exactly was I going to learn about this?"
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"Uh. Soon?" he said, sounding not really at all sure or confident about that.
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Of course, that theory held no water, but for the brief second it flashed across her mind, it was tempting to pretend it could.
"Learn about what?" She looked from Eva to Marco, then slowly narrowed her eyes.
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"He hasn't told me about you," she says bluntly.
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Right?
Right.
That's what she thought.
She kept quiet, thinking this was one of the cultural specific differences that she just didn't understand. A mother-son thing from Earth, such as it was. The polite thing to do would be hold her tongue and let them speak. Possibly look for an exit. Weren't family matters usually kept private? Even if it was family matters pertaining to who spent time with who, where, and when? If I can understand the need to be protective, she thought. Especially when there's been so long where there was nothing you could do to protect the ones you love.
She understood that feeling all too well.
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She points at each of them and waves her hand. "How long?"
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"Dunno, it's too hard to tell with Stacy's mucked up time. Not that long. Although if you're going to insist on knowing all the details I'm going to get seriously creeped out, Mom."
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Sakura moved up by Marco, presenting open hands for the kitten he was still clutching. "Let me put him away," she said, offering a smile a half-second after she already should have been smiling. She wanted the both of them in sight, if there wasn't any clear and present danger. Watching for hints in body language would be more helpful than anything else.
Thinking on that, she forced herself to relax, shoulders falling as tension fled (for the moment). "Unless you plan on dancing around with him for the next," she glanced up at a clock on the wall. Analog. Her favorite. "Nine minutes. On the other hand, if you need more time, I do have all these extra tokens..."
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But it quickly melts into her trademark levity, because it's just rude to be irritated at your son in front of his girlfriend. Especially when the opportunity to mortify them both presents itself!
"Let me help you put that kitten away, Sakura. I need to take a look at your hand to figure out what your wedding ring size is! Welcome to the family."
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Oh man. Marco winced, knowing that this wasn't going to be good. The Pissed Mom Glare was never good. And sure enough, it quickly proved to be really, really not good.
"What - Mom!" he cried, staring at Eva in horror. Wedding rings? Wedding rings?! "Are you insane?!"
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Then sinking realization that if one person makes this mistaken assumption, than it might be less of an assumption than she assumes it to otherwise be.
The saving grace to this is her look of horror is directed away from either party, and the kitten is the only one to feel her unsteady hands for the beat before she's in control again. She forces her tone light, grasping for what seems to be -- humor, maybe. She doesn't know. Parents don't spend a great deal of time embarrassing their kids in public, if she should have remembered, with how Ino and her father interacted years ago, or how she'd felt her own mother impose on her while she was in the Academy.
Even if back then it had more of a taste and feel for dictations on how she should be doing in school, if she was doing well, if she was getting along with the other kids (which wasn't the point, she said once, if the rest of the time it was yes, yes, I'm doing well, Iruka-sensei says I'm really understanding this, why do you ask, it's fine, thank you, I'll be down for dinner, I already did my chores). Nothing like this, if she expected it once, if Sasuke had ever been the kind of fantasy she'd created him into being. Back when infatuation was infatuation, before she knew him, and before she really got a taste of love.
"It's all right," she says, an upward lilt in her voice. "I've got him in hand."
Is she supposed to blush? This feels more like flushing, a tie between anger and embarrassment and even more personal embarrassment as denial wavers. Making a fool of herself, being more stupidly, willingly blind because it's easier.
In a way, she wishes that the rising urge to yell comes to mind. Something high and outraged, turning to make a fierce denial of anything of the sort. It's why she made the kitten grab, forestalling herself, since as much as she does like Marco (ass that he is), and respects Eva (more as a paragon of herself and motherhood and survival than for anything especially bonding between the two), they aren't her people. Her people have only recently appeared, and none of those three (four, with the Mizukage) are the ones she relates to as peers. Fears, adores, respects, yes. But she'll no more turn around and deck Marco in the face for being part perpetrator in this than she will Tsunade, if the reasons are vastly different.
Naruto, she might have. Naruto will have said something right afterward, or made some noise she could take offense to, focus on, and then there'd have been that safe avenue to express the anger that was more at herself than anyone here. She's been stupid. She's been in denial.
Latching the cage door closed, she says, "I'm not sure if Earth has a similar saying, but we have one in Konoha that goes something like... Speak of tomorrow, and the rats in the ceiling laugh." She turns back toward them, smiling, subdued, awkward, and uncomfortable. "And you haven't even asked if we ninja believe in marriage."
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"What? I think Sakura's a perfectly lovely young woman, and I have to say I'm pleased you're dating someone who can actually count past twenty this time." She shakes her head and turns back to Sakura. "You're such a step up, dear."
She pulls a kitten of her own out of the pens, using the moment to try and decide whether or not to descend into idle chitchat or continue making fun of her son.
"We have a phrase that goes something like that, only it's a bit more foreboding and forewarning. 'Cría cuervos y te sacarán los ojos'." Eva's smile goes all the way up to her eyes. "Breed crows and they'll rip your eyes out."
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Marco was surrounded by crazy people. Crazy people who were determined to make him feet utterly embarrassed.
"I am not getting married," he hissed at Eva. "Not now, not ever. And...wait, step up from who? There haven't..." Marco trailed off, frowning. Those goddamn three years again. And the idea that his mother knew more about the girls Marco would apparently date in his future than he did was...well. Really unsettling.
"Yes, and we all love to hear about the crows ripping people's eyes out," Marco said, making a sarcastic quip to try and regain his footing.
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She flicks a finger at Marco's ear. "You have no respect for your cultural heritage."
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It'd be just his luck, to finally get a girl who would actually go out with him only to have his mother scare her off.
"I have no respect for any heritage," he scoffed. Maybe if he just kept making jokes, this would somehow turn into a situation that didn't make him want to morph into something invisible...
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She also found it a little surprising, but she hadn't focused on family social dynamics in her readings on Earth. Why should she? She wasn't planning to ever have an Earth standard anything in the future. Why compromise off and away from her own core values? She did that enough with everything else.
Yet that idea -- and hearing Eva mention heritage -- prompted her into a hesitant question. She hoped the hesitation didn't show outwardly, if her tone did mellow and her voice was softer than it had been before. The last time she'd tried to figure this out around Marco had led to him getting angry over it, and she figured it might garner the same response now.
But with Eva... maybe there'd be a change. "Exactly what heritage is that? Does it have anything to do with being Hispanic?" She held up one hand, toward Marco, as if to forestall him cutting her off too prematurely from this particular line of questioning. "I know that in your world's history Hispania was the name of a particular empire involving countries I've half forgotten the names of, but that in closer to the times I'm guessing you're from, it became less of a national identity, and more a cultural one spread through parts of three different continents."
She let her hand lower, honestly concerned that this was far too direct and offensive. She did want to know, on the other hand. Between weighing the two options, she'd rather ask forgiveness after the fact.
Not like things could get much more awkward than they were right now anyway, right?
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And she had to walk uphill both ways to school and it was always snowing and in her day they called the internet books. So there, Marco.
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And far from being offended, Marco was thrilled to have a subject - any subject - other than marriage and children to latch onto. Really, he could talk about his family heritage for ages if it meant not talking about how much his mother wanted grandchildren.
Course, it would have helped if Marco had actually paid any attention to his family history. Well, he'd instead for sniggering at Sakura instead. "You went and researched it?" he said, before attempting to put on a straight face. He didn't quite succeed. "But Mom, we're totally really from Hispania."
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short tag is short, sorry XD
Re: short tag is short, sorry XD
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