The term yokozuna refers to the highest rank in professional sumo wrestling in Japan.
A tsuna is the heavy rope worn by the yokozuna from which that rank takes its name. It weighs about 15 kg, and is much thicker in front than where it is tied in back.
Five shide, zig-zag paper strips symbolizing lightning, hang from the front.
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“Come on, huckleberry!
We’ll be late if you don’t hurry your ass out of the bathroom!”
“I wouldn’t still be in there if you’d spent a little less
time in the shower,” Lucas retorted as he came out, drying his hands on a
“My hair takes about a year to wash. What’s your excuse?”
Maya raised her eyebrow daringly.
“Cleaning all of your hair out of the drain,” he feign
sighed. “Hey!” He grabbed her small wrist before it could hit him on the
shoulder, quickly pulling her in towards him.
“Let go,” Maya giggled, tugging her arm away. “Huckleberry!”
“Not until I get a kiss,” Lucas answered with a smirk.
Maya rolled her eyes and stood on tiptoes to give him a peck
on the cheek.
“And what was that?” Lucas demanded. “Am I your mother?”
“Firstly, if you want me to kiss you properly I wouldn’t
compare you to my mother, and second, my mother wouldn’t be late to such an
important event.” Maya laughed.
“Important?” Lucas scoffed. “We eat dinner with Riley and
Farkle every week!”
“And it’s very important to Riley that we do that.” Maya
told him, glancing at the clock. “Come on, let’s go!”
Thankfully, Lucas hadn’t made them too late, and Riley was all smiles as she welcomed them into her
and Farkle’s fancy apartment.
“Come in! You know where to put your coats and shoes, oh I love your dress Maya!” Riley seemed
excited about something, although knowing her it was just the chocolate cake
they’d be having later – Farkle’s speciality.
“Hey, Riles,” Maya smiled, feeling Lucas’s hand on the small
of her back directing her in.
“Always the gentleman,” she teased as he took her coat,
“Maya!” Farkle beamed from the kitchen.
“Farkle! Love the apron,” Maya laughed. He wore a ‘kiss the
cook’ apron – pink, seeing as it was actually Riley’s. As much as she loved
Riley, the girl wore too much pink. It got better as she got older, but Maya
dreaded to think what she’d be like with a daughter. That much pink would be
“You okay, Maya?” Lucas appeared at her side, frowning as he
glanced at the girl – who had gone slightly green.
“Fine,” she pushed away the sick feeling and took Lucas’s
offered hand, making their way to the couch where Zay already sat.
“Hey, Zay. Where’s Izzy?” Maya asked.
“Gone to find Farkle’s secret library,” Zay answered, with a
fond eye-roll. Only Farkle would live in an apartment (a penthouse suite, but
an apartment nonetheless) with a library, and only Isadora Smackle would look
for it during one of Riley’s Important Friday Dinners. Farkle swore she would
never find it, and Smackle was never one to back down from a challenge.
“How are things with you two?” Lucas asked Zay, and Maya sat
listening to two of her favourite guys converse. She snuggled into Lucas,
inhaling his familiar hay-and-cologne musk, almost drifting off to sleep. He
shifted slightly so she was more comfortable, his hand drumming her arm gently.
After what felt like hours but was probably minutes, Riley’s
voice was heard calling them all into the dining room.
“Come on, Maya,” Lucas’ hand rubbed her back, trying to wake
“Mmmm,” was her only reply, eyes still closed.
“Maya, it’s dinner time.”
On the other side of the room, Zay was using a walkie talkie
– yes, a walkie talkie – to try ad convince Smackle to come eat dinner too.
“But Izzy, you can find the room another time!”
“After dinner?” She sounded hopeful.
“After dinner we need to socialise,” Zay sighed.
“But I’m so close to finding it! Zay, I swear he moves it
every time I get close, and I’m so close right now that I can’t leave it.” She
“Izzy, we have chocolate cake for dessert.”
There was a pause. “Direct me to the dining room then,
Zay laughed, giving her the directions, before glancing over
to Lucas and Maya. “Why did we pick the two girls that kept us waiting before
Lucas snorted. “I have no idea. Should’ve chosen Riley while
I had the chance.”
“Luckily I snagged her before you two could,” Farkle smirked
from the doorway. “Now come on, my beautiful fiancé has made dinner and you
shouldn’t keep her waiting. Also, I’m starving.” He turned and walked back
through the kitchen to the dining room.
“I’m sorry, Maya,” Lucas sighed. She opened one eye.
Without answering, he grabbed her arm and side and hoisted
her up, before carrying bridal-style to the door. Zay followed the two
lovebirds with a smile, and the three of them made their way to the dining
room, following the smell of food.
Maya stabbed her fork into the potato, watching it crumple
while the gravy flowed down it like an erupting volcano.
“Aren’t you hungry, Maya?” Riley asked, worried.
“Sorry, I just had a big lunch,” Maya smiled apologetically.
“At least, my stomach seems to think so.” It was true, she’d noticed in the
shower earlier that she seemed to be gaining a little weight – nothing some
exercise wouldn’t fix, though.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Lucas’s hand, squeezing her
knee reassuringly. Irritated, she pushed his hand away, causing him to frown.
“Maya?” He asked questioningly.
“I’m fine.” She answered coldly.
He seemed taken aback, but didn’t ask her any further
questions –who did he think he was, a detective? – instead spearing his fork
into his own potato harshly.
Maya went back to staring at her plate of food miserably,
only looking up when someone kicked her under the table. God, who the fuck
Riley frowned at her worriedly, raising her eyebrows to ask
if she was okay. Maya felt tears pricking at her eyes at how sweet Riley was,
having to blink them away.
“You okay, Maya?” Riley asked it out loud this time, and
“Fine,” she sniffed.
“Is there anything else you want to eat?”
Maya thought about it. The thought of the chocolate cake was
really appealing right now, but she
could wait til everyone else had finished. “It’s okay, I’ll just have some
dessert. I probably just have a stomach bug. Nothing chocolate can’t fix.”
“Is chocolate the best thing for a stomach bug?” Farkle
“Yes!” Maya glared at him sharply. “Chocolate makes everything
There was an awkward silence, before Zay cleared his throat.
“Well, I can’t argue with that.”
Farkle looked hurt, and Maya felt bad. She had no idea where
that sudden anger had come from, so she looked at Farkle apologetically. He
smiled back, before grabbing his and her plate and taking it into the kitchen.
Riley followed him with the rest of the plates, and when they re-entered a few
moments later, he was carrying the chocolate cake.
God, it looked good.
Two layers of mouthwatering chocolatey goodness, coated in
sweet melted chocolate and icing and tiny flower decorations – made of
chocolate, of course. Farkle called it his ‘gooey triple chocolate mountain’.
The rest of them called it heaven.
Maya couldn’t barely wait, foot tapping on the floor
impatiently as Farkle sliced the cake, putting a piece on each of the six
plates, while Riley added a fork and passed the plates round. Finally, everyone
had a piece, and they could dig in.
Maya picked up the fork, sliding it into the cake and breaking
away a massive chunk. She lifted it up and put the whole lot in her mouth, eyes
fluttering closed in content.
Her eyes popped open, and her fork clattered down to the
plate. Everyone looked up from their plates of hell, frowning as Maya threw a
hand over her mouth and jumped up.
“Maya?” Riley stood up with a scared glance at the girl, but
Maya was already on her way to the bathroom. Leaning over the toilet, she
heaved over and over again. Someone was pulling her hair back from her eyes,
rubbing her back comfortingly as she kneeled by the toilet, crying and vomiting
all at once. Finally, she stopped.
“Oh, peaches,” Riley sighed. “This must be some bug if it
makes you do that after Farkle’s chocolate cake.”
Maya sniffed, snot and tears everywhere as they sat on the
bathroom floor. Riley passed her a tissue, and she cleaned up her face as best
“Did you-“ Maya indicated the door, and Riley nodded.
“It’s locked. No one can come in. Now, are you going to tell
me what this is all about, or is it just the bug?”
“I don’t know,” Maya sighed, resting her head on Riley’s
shoulder. Riley wrapped an arm around her and squeezed her reassuringly.
“Well, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t know, I just felt sick suddenly.” Maya answered
“Was this anything to do with you getting annoyed at Lucas
“I don’t know what that was,” Maya replied in despair. “I
was also really tired earlier,
“Hmmm.” Riley was stroking her arm reassuringly, but
“Riles?” Maya lifted her head up to see her friend frowning,
trying to figure something out.
“When was your last period, Maya?” Riley asked, forehead
creased as she thought about something.
“I don’t know, a month ago?” Maya answered with an odd
glance. “In fact, I was supposed to get it-“ she stopped suddenly.
“Two weeks ago.” Maya’s forehead was creased now too. “I’ve
just been so busy that I forgot to check. You don’t think…” she trailed off.
The girls sat in silence for a moment, neither wanting to be
the one to say it.
“Am I… Could I be…” Maya whispered, more to herself than
“Take a test,” Riley suggested.
“Have you got any?” Maya asked, taking Riley’s blush as a
“Farkle and I were trying,” Riley looked down, face heating
“Riley?! Why didn’t you tell me?!” Maya squealed, grabbing
her friend in a hug.
“I was going to tell you today!” Riley answered with a small
smile. “But apparently I might not be the only one. Hadn’t you better get that
“Oh, right.” Maya stopped, remembering the current situation.
Riley opened the cupboard doors to pass her a test, before
making her way to the door and unlocking it. She turned back to Maya. “Good
Maya nodded, unable to speak. Riley shut the door behind
her, and Maya knew she didn’t have to go unlock it – Riley would be standing
there, guarding the door, desperate to know the results.
She quickly pulled out the test from its box and followed
the instructions, the third one being ‘wait two minutes’.
Great. Two minutes for her mind to go crazy.
She couldn’t be a
mother! She was only twenty two! She and Lucas weren’t even married, or even
engaged! What would her mom think? What would Shawn think? What would Lucas
Oh, god. Lucas. She hadn’t even thought of him. It was his
child too, after all. Would he want her to keep it? Did she want to keep it? What if they wanted different things? Would he
leave her? They’d been dating since their senior year of high school, somehow
managing to survive long distances while at uni, but would they survive this?
Maya glanced at the clock. Thirty seconds left. The last
thirty seconds of her life where she wouldn’t be a mom.
There was a knock at the door. “Maya?”
“Come in,” she called, and the door opened.
“Well?” Riley peeked her head around the door.
Bracing herself, Maya took a deep breath before plucking up
the courage to look down at the test in her hands.