𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖆𝖓 𝕬𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖎

Record

"Oh, tomorrow is my baby's first day of school! Now remember, darling, what do you do if anyone so much as sends you a mean glance?" Ryoba asked the dark-haired girl as she made them breakfast. "Send a flying knife their way!" Y/n replied madly as she twirled the knife in her hands. Ayano smirked at this, looking at her little sister. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as she thought. 

Jokichi listened from the living room. He was living with not one, not two, but three psycho women, and was still a survivor. He cast his head downwards. Not one of his daughters had his mentality; from a young age, he worried for them. 

He had spaced out so much, that he didn't realise that the two teens had already dashed out of the front door, with Ayano claiming that both her and Y/n needed afternoon exercise before their first day of school. "Darling, what are you thinking about? Hmm?" Ryoba's voice broke him out of his trance and he lifted his head, shook it and smiled at her. "Nothing, sweetheart. Just some old nostalgia." 

"Oh? Are those our old tapes? The ones we made back in the eighties? Did you get nostalgia for the old days?" she teased, picking one up.

"We'll, I suppose you could say that." he looked out of the window, sinking back into the chair.

"You know, I had a nostalgic moment today, too, darling. I saw someone who I hadn't seen in decades! And by that, I mean this is the first time he's seen ME in decades." she muses, starting to walk back into the kitchen. 

"Who are you talking about?" Jokichi was curious to know. Who was it? 

"Oh, my! Are you jealous, darling? Are you worried that someone is going to steal your beloved wife away?" Ryoba gasped walking back to him and throwing her arms around his neck.

"That's...actually the last thing I worry about." he reluctantly placed his hands on her waist. 

"Oh, darling! That's so romantic!" she giggled.

"Right... so, who did you see today?" he untangled himself from her and sat back down, sinking into the chair. 

"I'll tell you all about it on the way to the airport, darling!" she said, about to walk up the stairs.

 "Wait-airport?!" he shot back up, looking at her wide-eyed. 

"That's right, darling! Pack your bags! We're going to America!"

"We can't do that! What about our jobs?"

"Don't worry, darling. I've already called the boss and informed him that we need to take a little trip. He was VERY understanding!" she sighed.

"How long will we be gone for?"

"I'm not sure, darling! It all depends on how fast I track him down..."

"What about our daughters? Tomorrow is Y/n's first day of high school!"

"If our daughters are anything like their mother, they'll have absolutely no problems whatsoever taking care of themselves! Oh, I hope she meets someone special! It would be so nice if she's gotten a boyfriend by the time we get back!" she clasped her hands together and looked up at the ceiling.

"...I hope not..." he grumbled. 

"What was that, darling?" she inquired, ensuring she heard him right.

"N-nothing, sweetie!" he tensed up.

"Enough dawdling, darling! We have to get going!"

"Uh, shouldn't I pick up the tapes? They're scattered everywhere."

"Don't bother, darling!"

"What if our daughters find them?"

"You know...there's a part of me that hopes they do!" Ryoba giggled, running upstairs.

Jokichi noticed a blinking red light in the corner of his eye. He walked up to the table.

"...Huh? It's on... must've hit record..."