Drive-in. [powered_otaku]

[sweetsalome]

    It was a nice, warm summer night, the sun had gone down and it had cooled down to the point where you could sit outside and not sweat.  The drive in, was two screens, a parking lot, and hills that surrounded the parking lot and gave a perfect view of the cars and the screen.  Salome had walked from her house, and bought two tickets before climbing up on one of the hills and spread the blanket her grandmother had given her.

A grandmother, yeah that was still weird.

Sitting down on the blanket, she put the basket down next to her and took out a bottle of water.  Once she took a long drink, she text messaged Hiro to know that she was there.  Hopefully he would be able to spot her.

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[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Grinning she stretches out on he bed, the hem of his tee-shit riding up her thighs as she moves. Her fingers slid up his bare back and she tugs on his arm slowly. "Will you invite all your friends? I've not met any of your fiends, or your sister. She won't have an issue with me, because I'm white or my age?"

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

"I will definitely bring Ando and Chuck, if I can. Chuck may have to work or something that night, but I will try to make sure he is there. My sister will not care you are white, nor that you are a little younger than I am. After all, she likes Western men. I will invite the others, but I am not sure of any of their schedules."

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"Of course, just as long as you are there, that's all that matters to me." Sitting up, she kisses his shoulder and then tugs him down on the bed next to her. "I just wanted to make sure, some families are weird about stuff like that."

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

"If my father were here he would probably roll his eyes as he did when my sister brought her boyfriends home. But he liked western women, too. After my mother died, I think he saw a couple, but it was never serious."

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"My father likes every type, to sleep with, to fuck, but not to take home and certainly not to marry." Her voice is soft, her fingers moving through his silky hair. "Like all good Irish men, he's a bigot, since he's not a big enough asshole as it is."

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

"My father loved my mother, even if they were married by their families. He would never have looked at another woman. We all have our bigotries, but I choose not to be bigotted about a person's skin or nationality. I suppose I am bigotted about people who do wrong, especially to those I love."

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Laughing slowly she closed her eyes and curled up against him. "No, that's not being bigoted, that's being a good, wonderful person. I think I would have liked your father, he sounds like such a loving person."

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

"My father was a quiet man usually. And very typically Japanese in the way he treated me. I always felt like I disappointed him. But I spoke to him on the day he died. He told me he was proud of me." His eyes are suspiciously bright. "He made me so happy. It broke my heart to let history go unchanged, but that was why I had to stay and find out who killed him."

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"It must be very hard, to be able to see something like that and not being able to change it, or to stop it." Leaning forward she kisses his ear. "You got to speak to him before he died though, and now you know, without a doubt that he was proud of you. He would be crazy not to be. You are such a sweet, handsome man. I am proud of you."

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"Thank you," he says quietly. "I was so upset when Ando told me that he had died. The last time we had spoken was a few hours before my disappearance. He knew I had to kill Sylar, but that my heart was not completely in it. He gave me the edge I needed to do what I had to do. That was when I found out that he knew something about my abilities, though he never told me directly what he knew. I think he would have very much approved of you as my wife."

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"He knew you were strong, he knew you just needed your time to go out and do something truly great. Father's, especially wise, caring fathers, are good at knowing that kind of stuff." Smiling gently she blushes with pleasure at his words. Wife that is such a wonderful word, so wonderful and new. "I will do everything to make sure his approval is well founded."

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

"And I will do everything I can to be the best husband in the world for you and the best father to Jonba." He tilts his head a bit. "How does Jonba see your father? Is he grandfather to him or father?"

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"I know you will be, Hiro. A caring, gentle husband, I am so lucky, so very lucky to have a husband like you." Smiling gently she looks over at him. "He is so young, he calls him father, he calls me his sister. I don't know if I should ever tell him . . ."

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

"It is up to you how you wish him to know me. If he is to be your brother, then I will be his uncle or if he wishes later to have my name, I will make him my son. I will not say bad things about your father to him because he would not understand. In time the memory of his father will fade. Not all of it, but he will not understand if I speak ill of him. Boys idolize their fathers."

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Smiling into his shoulder, she closes her eyes and sighs happily at his acceptance. She was so sure that no one would want her when they found out about her and Jonba, in fact that's what her father told her. "I need to think about it, I am not sure, plus I am not sure how my grandparents will take this news. Would it bother you to have him live with us?"

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

"I would expect him to live with us and I do not think your grandparents will mind. Do they know about him?"

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

"They know that he's my son, just not who his father is. I have no idea how my grandparents will take any of this. They are a little old fashioned, maybe they'll be happy about it."

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

"If they are old-fashioned then they will expect me, as your husband, to take care of him." He pulls her close. "I will make certain that they understand that. He will most certainly spend time with them because he should spend time with his grandparents. I would not cut him from them. They deserve to have him in their lives."

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Eyes widen and she raises herself up, half draped over his chest as she looks down at him. "You don't have to take care of them, they have money, you shouldn't worry about it. That is a lot of responsibility." She suddenly feels as if she is burdening him with a completely fucked up family that he is much too good for.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

"But that is the way of things. Since your parents will not be there to take care of them, it will be my responsibility when they are unable to take care of themselves. But it does not sound as if they need help now."

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Frowning slightly, she lays her head on his chest and snuggles close, a leg wrapping around his. She feels suddenly as if she brings nothing to the table but baggage, hopefully her mother will take care of them when she gets better, if she gets better, but still. Sighing silently, she refuses to think about it and hides them under the covers.

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Hiro puts an arm around her. He wonders how he could ever have gotten so lucky to have such a beautiful woman love him. He hopes that Jonba likes him. He knows that he'll be very charming to her grandparents, but he hopes they don't share her father's prejudices. He knows even in America a pretty white girl with a geeky nihon'jin will raise eyebrows. But he doesn't care. Those people will just have to live with it.

Between her warmth and the sun, he's soon asleep.

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Her eyelids grow heavy as she listens to his heart, the slow and steady rhythm, and the faint noises of the outside world. She thinks about falling asleep next to him and waking up to him every morning. About being domestic, making dinner for him and Jonba when Hiro comes home from work. It's a wonderful picture and she finds herself smiling despite how tired she is and the worry she feels about being with him.

She murmurs a bit, maybe trying to tell her lover something, but the words are jumbled and she falls asleep as soon as they leave her mouth.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

Hiro wakes up a few hours later, spooned up behind her. Traffic noises have increased as people come home. His arms gently hug her closer as he kisses the nape of her neck. The sun is low, bathing the room in reds and oranges.

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She stirs in her sleep, whimpering at the gentle touch and snuggling back against the warm body behind her. In her sleep addled mind she slowly wonders who she's up against, and when she sees the red around her she panics. Jerking away from him, she sits up quickly and wraps her arms around herself, as if that would protect her.

"Nnn . . . No. Stop."