Tiger By The Tail, Chapter One
Love Live, NicoMaki, NozoEli, 2.6K, 1/?
Summary: Nishikino Maki is escaping family expectation by wintering in the Nishikino's summer haven, while allowing her childhood friend, Kousaka Honoka to use the family camp as a bed and breakfast. Their friend, Minami Kotori, met Sonada Umi during a design internship in Tokyo and has convinced Umi that her Lily White management group and their primary client, rising social media star Yazawa Nico, should travel to America to help launch Kotori's debut design line. Local Eli Ayase is interested in the new visitors.
Notes: Note about language: I am not going to attempt English to Japanese translation very often and when I use Japanese phrases, I will try to make the intention clear. But if the Japanese natives are alone together, assume they are speaking Japanese although I will have typed English.
Tiger By The Tail, Chapter One
Honoka was back. And with company she’d apparently met at the door.
Nishikino Maki could have stayed out of it. Arguably, she should have stayed out of it. But her ears had perked up at the flow of perfectly spoken Japanese and something about the shrill indignation of the speaker...Maki glanced over the couch. A tiny, almost miniscule woman completely swaddled in a parka was gesturing wildly at a much more buxom specimen, wearing only a fair isle sweater and a scarf over her regular clothes. Honoka was looking very confused.
Honoka, rubbed her head nervously but her smile remained bright, “I’m sorry. Is there a problem?”
The taller woman shook her head and spoke in only slightly accented English. “Pardon the intrusion. Are you Kosaka Honoka?”
“Just call me Honoka.”
“Honoka.” A smile, but Maki was mostly watching the shorter woman fussily unwrap two yards of scarf and continue to mutter. It fascinated.
“Is your friend all right?” Honoka the ever helpful wondered as she unpacked groceries from their totes.
At that there was a stomp. And a “Nico Nico Ni” and some kind of hand gesture. Was this a Japanese form of exorcism? Maki would have to take notes. Eli would be entertained.
“Nico was just expecting…” a hesitation from the taller. A snort from ‘Nico.’ Was her name actually a demand for a smile? Because Maki thought that seemed more foreign to her demeanor than English.
And perhaps Maki really should have minded her own business. But... “The short one has put a curse on us for being a rustic backwater she’s being forced to slum in. Apparently, we are about to contaminate her perfectly crafted image.”
The shorter one spun, almost faster than Maki could blink, strangely dangerous red eyes narrowed and locked on. Maki felt struck by the accusation in the gaze.
“Shitsurei na hito desu ne.” Nico snarled
Yes, Maki was being rude, but so was insulting the host in a language Honoka didn’t understand. If Maki was giving up her Christmas solitude, she was certainly not going to let her friends be run over by Little Miss Misanthrope. Maki decided her best response was a shrug and an eye roll. Match attitude for attitude.
“Hello.” The taller woman spoke slowly. “I am Tojo Nozomi. Please forgive Nico. Jet lag is difficult.”
Nico obviously spoke enough English to be unhappy at the apology on her behalf but chose not to speak.
“Konnichiwa. ” Maki was still stretched out, leaning on the arm of the couch, enjoying the show.
“Nihongo jyouzu desu ne, doko de naratta no desu ka?” Nozomi’s turquoise eyes brightened with curiosity.
“Watashi wa Tōkyō ni sunde imasu.” Maki had lived in Japan and had dual citizenship, at least until her 22nd birthday, although she’d been based in New York City for high school and college.
“Interesting.” Nozomi inclined her head, “May I have your name?”
“Oh, that’s Maki. She’s…” Honoka had put the groceries away and stepped around Nico.
Maki hopped up, interrupting Honoka, “Let’s get them settled in their room. The double upstairs?”
“ummm...I’m not sure, there were...” Honoka scrunched up her face, trying to remember details.
Nozomi clarified. “Two more people are due. They had to wait for some of the luggage to clear customs.”
“That’s right, there were 4 of you. And two rooms.” Honoka bopped herself on the side of the head.
The tiny woman had stopped glaring at Maki and stepped forward. “Take Nico to her room. Now.” She did speak English. Fairly smoothly.
Nozomi seemed uncomfortable and made a half bow. “Nico is tired and would appreciate privacy.”
“Upstairs?” Maki asked, searching for a bag but Nico had the handle of her rolling suitcase clutched in a hanging off the side of a cliff from a sapling grip.
Rapid fire Japanese from the shorter woman and then a reluctant translation. “Nico agreed to the master suite.”
“That’s my room.” Maki was startled. When she’d agreed to let Honoka run the Nishikino family camp as a bed and breakfast, she insisted Honoka keep the master suite unbooked.
Nico’s arms were crossed and she was glaring.
“Nico has certain expectations of privacy.” Nozomi offered smoothly.
“No.” Maki snapped.
Honoka turned to Maki, blue eyes pleading. “There’s two rooms. Your parents are in Japan…I figured it wouldn’t be a problem.”
“The bathroom’s shared.” Maki hissed, coming around the island and dragging Honoka down the hall towards the door.
“Maki…” Honoka whined, Maki hated it when Honoka whined. “Kotori asked us as a favor.”
Kotori had asked for a favor. Said these were friends of hers. Maki should have obviously asked for more details.
“This is your problem, Honoka. Put her in the garage.”
“That’s my room.”
Maki glared at Honoka.
“It’s a tiny loft.” Honoka had both hands out, pleading. Maki tried not to think of the clutter that Honoka had probably buried her bed in.
Maki’s hand flashed out, pointing back to their guests. “She’s tiny.”
“Maki....” more whining.
Glances were exchanged between the guests and Nozomi stepped forward, “Is there a problem?”
“No, no, not a problem…”Honoka had started waving her arms, “just a hiccup, but Maki’s really nice and it’ll all be okay, right, Maki?” Honoka had one of Maki’s arms in a not so friendly vise.
Maki closed her eyes, humming a darker patch of the Nutcracker, then grimaced at Honoka, “I’m going to Eli’s. NO ONE goes into my bedroom.”
“Nobody wants to...” Honoka almost sagged with relief but still clung.
“Oh, just be quiet, Honoka.” Maki shook off her friend, and grabbed her coat, tossing her hair back and pulling her watch cap over the curls. She could rant at Eli and then be back after jet lag had knocked out the problems. Good strategy.
“See you later.” Nozomi called out. “Thank you for your hospitable greeting.”
Nico snorted.
Maki growled.
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“I can’t believe Honoka would do that.” Maki was pacing, she’d already done a dozen circuits of Eli’s tiny storefront office.
Eli looked down at her friend, reaching out to grab the pine swags that Maki was thrashing the air with. Eli took some care hanging them off nails, “It’s Honoka. What did you expect. You agreed to let her run a B and B out of your family’s camp. Even if you only did it to annoy your parents, you still did it.”
Maki blew her bangs out of her eyes, “I didn’t do it to annoy my parents. Honoka needs some actual experience. I wanted to help.”
“I know.” Eli paused, debating if the swag was level enough that customers wouldn’t think the Christmas decorations had been hung by elves drunk on nog. Then she swatted Maki with a spare pine branch. “Plus, bonus, if it annoys your parents…”
“Eli…” Maki’s voice held a note of warning.
“Sorry.” Eli laughed and climbed down, folding up the step ladder, and being a good friend, changed the subject, “Japanese friends of Kotori, huh. Bet they were stylish.”
Maki shrugged, “The tiny one was mostly wrapped up in a puffer jacket that she could have rolled down Cadillac Mountain in.”
“I’ll have to stop by. How long are they staying? You should invite them to the Nutcracker.”
Maki turned her back on Eli, appreciating the seasonal touches Eli had scattered around her office, a pair of antique snowshoes, skiing pictures, white and blue knit hats with Bibi and a snowflake embroidered on the brim, “Talk to Honoka.”
“I will.” Eli bounded behind her desk, chin propped on hand, “We need to meet more people. This is a very dead town in the winter.”
“I’m fine.”
“They’ll go back to Japan, you can try out flirting with no consequences.” Eli winked.
Maki raised a judge-y eyebrow at Eli, “Flirting always has consequences.”
“Not for the forthright.” Eli leaned back, the picture of smug, blonde charisma.
“Good luck with that.” Maki kicked a rug while Eli preened, “Can I borrow a snowmobile sometime?”
Eli leaned forward, looking at the printout on her desk. “Sure. Have a rental party tomorrow, but anytime after that. Need a guide?”
Maki shook her head.
“Where are you headed?”
Hands in her pocket, Maki sighed, “Just out.”
“Harasho.”
Maki had had enough polite conversation. It was time to move this to Eli’s garage/ballet studio and the upright Maki slummed on when Eli needed live music. “Let’s practice.”
“Go warm up. I’ll be right there.”
Maki nodded.
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Very nice space, Nozomi decided, as she looked around the clean, bright wood of the walls, large framed photographs of rural rice paddy, bamboo, and temple scenes blending nicely into the natural feel. Nozomi wondered if there was a Shinto shrine or temple anywhere close. New Year’s would be strange without visiting one.
Nico frowned, “Why aren’t we in New York City?”
“Because Umi’s designer friend is amazing, based here, and we’ve been invited as guests…” Nozomi nudged Nico as she curled up in a chair, looking miserable, “Plus, the scenery is quite lovely.”
Nico glared at her manager, “You're not talking about the snow are you?”
“Why not have some fun?” Nozomi bounce sat on the bed, trying out its springiness.
“Nico is working.”
“Nico is always working.”
“Yes.” Nico was taking in every detail of the room and there weren’t nearly enough.
“Nico should take a break. Ask a girl out. Get a private tour…” Nozomi’s go to look was a leer and it infected her voice.
“Nico isn’t interested.”
“It’ll be a long, cold three weeks then.” Nozomi flopped back on the bed. She hoped the upstairs mattresses were this comfy.
“Nico will stay close to the fire.”
Nozomi sat up. “Women are warmer.”
“Nico doesn’t need entanglements.”
“I wouldn’t mind being tangled in…” Nozomi ended her teasing, for the moment, at Nico’s fierce glare.
“Leave Nico alone.”
Nozomi bowed, giggling, “Yes, your majesty. Maybe I’ll go see if that snappy, sassy redhead is back and we bond can over your bad habits.”
Nico looked for something to throw as Nozomi hustled out the door.
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The music always helped. Maki had gotten another stern email from her parents suggesting she enter Columbia to start her MBA studies, since she had decided not to pursue medical school. As a pre med, she’d been able to sneak through college with a music major, taking the required science courses for her planned out future. But that had just made the thought of so many hours in school not in front of any kind of keyboard unbearable. So she’d fled to Maine and looked up her summer childhood friends, including Honoka.
After she’d finished at Eli’s, Maki had just walked straight into the music room she’d turned the walkout basement into, to continue practicing the Tchaikovsky pieces that Eli had decided on, and the March that Honoka had chosen for their latest video, with Maki playing as seriously as possible and Honoka cracking as many nuts as she could in the costumes that Kotori had come up with. They were filming that tomorrow, if Honoka remembered.
When Maki next looked at a clock it was after 2 a.m. Too late. But she was barely sleepy. Time to curl up with milk and cookies and a Christmas cartoon? Stretching her arms out in front of her, Maki stepped out, the snow crunching under her unlaced boots, stars distant but bright in the cold, clear night. Bracing. Maki should have just taken the stairs. Stomping through the snow while humming a very fast March, Maki found herself even more alert, shaking off the cold as she switched to slippers and strolled into the kitchen. Quick warm up some milk with cinnamon, Maki glanced over her shoulder, Honoka had left the fire going. Maki would have to talk to her about that...wait, was someone on the couch?
“Hello?”
Sharp red eyes glowered above a scowl.
Maki wondered if somehow Nico had heard the piano, even through the soundproofing, “I’m sorry, did I wake you up?”
A shrug, or more accurately the blanket Honoka’s Japanese guest had swaddled around herself moved slightly up, then down.
“I haven’t been sleeping so I’m hoping some warm milk and cookies will fix that.” Maki considered measures as she poured out a pint into the pot, “Would you like some?”
“Arigato.”
Maki poured more milk into the pot, took out the cinnamon, and turned on the flame. Humming Elligton’s Sugar Rum Cherry take, Maki started stirring.
“Why so quiet?” A voice grumped next to her.
Maki jumped slightly, managing to squelch a squeal and only splatter a third of the milk.
“I’m not quiet. I’m humming.” Maki turned to Nico, squaring her shoulders back to loom slightly. Nico’s glance paused briefly as she looked straight ahead, then ticked up to meet Maki’s.
“Not you.” Nico spun, waving both hands in a broad gesture that took in all the windows. “Here.”
Maki scratched her cheek, “It’s supposed to be quiet. It’s the woods.”
Nico hmmpphed. “Too quiet to sleep.”
“How can it be too quiet to sleep?” Maki was genuinely puzzled and found herself watching to see what Nico was going do next.
Nico sighed, started to say something, then her eyes went wide just as Maki’s nostrils flinched at an acridly sweet burning odor, and Nico shoved forward, pushing Maki to the side, using the blanket to snatch the pot off the stove by its handle, “Baka.”
“Just let me…” Maki reached for the pot, but Nico slapped her hand down.
“Sit.” Nico pointed to the front room.
“This is my…”
Nico shoved the pot under Maki’s nose and Maki stepped back, gagging, “Sit.”
Grumbling, Maki moved to the counter, leaning. Nico, with swift, sure movements, took a quick tour of every cabinet and assembled a new batch of ingredients. Maki tried to get a good look through the constantly shifting speedster but Nico was moving so fast it was hard to focus on what she had in her hands.
“Is that chocolate? I’m not…”
Nico turned, raised a finger to her lips, and shushed Maki, who decided slumping morosely in one of the stools was the right mood. But she just couldn’t keep her frown when the smell of cinnamon and chocolate with just the slightest hint of some heated spice started to warm her.
Maki, twirling a curl, was staring out the window, when a box of shortbread and a mug of meltingly dark hot chocolate landed in front of her. Nico had already shuffled past, rewrapping herself in the blanket, and claiming the far end of the couch.
“Arigato.” Maki said as she picked up the offerings and followed. Nico was staring expectantly. Maki cleared her throat nervously, “I was planning to watch some Christmas cartoons…”
Nico seemed bored, and shrugged, staring ahead into the fire, suddenly disinterested in Maki.
“Did Honoka leave the fire?” Maki asked quietly.
“Nico knows how to make fire.” Nico shivered, “wanted warmer.”
Maki jumped up, hurried to her bedroom and came back with the queen sized wool ‘Good Medicine’ blanket off her bed, leaning over the back of the couch to wrap it around Nico, “you can borrow this while you’re here. If Honoka’s only given you a comforter, it might help.”
Another period of staring while Maki watched the fire and wondered what notes the flares of yellow and orange would translate too if she were scoring the backdrop to a winter’s night.
“Jet lag Nico. You?” Nico broke the silence.
The chocolate was richer and sweeter than Maki was used to, with the slightest bite of what might be a hot pepper. “Never sleep.”
Nico grunted, “bad for skin.”
Maki drew in a hugely dramatic puff of air and patted her chest over her heart, “Harsh.”
Nico giggled.
Mood eased, Maki ventured a question. “Talking snowman or talking reindeer?”
Nico tapped her mug, then her lip quirked up into what looked like a smirk from the side, “Grinch.”
Maki grabbed the remote.
A/N: Well, here we go again. Buckle in for the winter holidays, this story will cover Christmas, New Year's, and the Lunar New Year, a holiday very meaningful to me. There will probably be more romance than the main two, but I'm still working out the details.
I have had the most stressful of Autumns and I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to get in the mood for a holiday jam. But I know I'd miss it too much. I'll be continuing the werewolf shenanigans of Midnight Apocalypse Dance Party as this goes on. And at some point, Can't Get Started will finish...probably. I blame the title.
This title is because I suddenly did math and decided Maki and Rin were born in the Year of The Tiger, the third years in the Year Of The Rat, the rest in Ox and that seems to work. So I'm going with it,Thank you everyone who keeps reading these. Knowing Love Live still connects us has been a bright spot. I appreciate your support.
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