[FIC] Guess Who's Coming to Dinner? (pt 20)

[dd]

Sousuke Sagara, Sergeant in Mithril, was a Specialist.

Accordingly, he was adept at handling adverse situations, adjusting to them situation as they evolved. He had to be ready for anything, no matter what his condition. It was a difficult responsibility, but he thrived on it.

Usually.

He was about to be sorely tested yet again. If Fate had been fair, he would have been able to leave the hospital and resume his visit with the Chidori family with a modicum of stress and discomfort. Shouldn’t a young man who selflessly saved a city be given a chance to simply rest on his laurels?

Apparently not.

The hospital stay wasn’t long. Mithril officials had made certain of that behind the scenes. With a number of descriptions of a young Arm Slave pilot circulating through the news, the last thing they wanted was for some observant nurse, orderly, or doctor to raise even the smallest question. There was plenty of work for organization as it was, tracking down and discrediting any worrisome stories.

Mr. Smith drove Sousuke home from the hospital. He had won Kaname’s undying gratitude for the role he and his friends had played; but, he seemed set on seeing how far that went. When he wasn’t slamming Sousuke and her against a side of the big sedan while zooming around buses, over sidewalks, and through large gatherings of pigeons, he was doing the most dangerous thing possible.

Talking.

“Thirsty, Sousuke?” Mr. Smith tossed a bottle of Pepsi over his shoulder. After bouncing off of Kaname’s chest, it landed in Sousuke’s lap. “If you like, there’s a bar I can sneak you into. After what you did, you deserve a round of free drinks. We don’t need to tell them why. Maybe you can say you just got laid and want to celebrate becoming a man.”

“Uh….”

Kaname had the bottle in hand, her arm drawn back. Sousuke grabbed her wrist and shook his head. If this was how Mr. Smith drove when he was in control, what might happen if he lost control?

Sacrificing himself again, he gave Kaname a kiss to distract her.

“We’d have to leave Miss Kaname in the car. Shunya would kill me if he learned I took her into a bar. That way, you can drink and tell any story you like, know what I mean. You don’t even have to mention Kaname. The waitresses there are really cute, and this is wet T-shirt night.”

Kaname’s face looked like an ancient demon mask. The bottle was held high again. Another kiss was required.

“I thank you for your kind offer….” Sousuke’s polite refusal did not sit well with Kaname. Kind offer? Seeing the change in her expression, he swallowed and continued. “I am not currently in any condition to do any drinking.” There was still a sour expression on Kaname’s face. Why? “Besides, one cute girl is enough for me.”

The look on Kaname’s face softened. She smiled and mouthed ‘I love you.’

“Who is she? Does Miss Chidori know about her?” Mr. Smith chuckled, oblivious to the danger they all faced at that moment. The bottle flew. Sousuke snatched it out of mid air. “One woman is enough for any man to take care of. I learned that the hard way. But, it never hurts to learn the proper appreciation for the female body, right?”

Sousuke gulped.

What was the right answer here?

Kaname could take anything he said the wrong way. Even ‘Uh.’

“Yes.” Best to take the offensive. He was a Specialist.

Sousuke made certain he was looking at Kaname’s body when he answered. That earned him a glorious smile and a beautiful girl snuggling up against him.

After finding a number of potholes, Mr. Smith continued with his last train of thought. “There’s a really sweet club not too far from here. I can do the drinking. You can do the looking. I’ve got a pocket full of dollar bills. And, I’ll even treat you to a lap dance! That would be a fine hero’s reward, don’t you think?”

“BAKA!” Krakatoa. Vesuvius. Kaname.

The Pepsi bottle hit the back of Mr. Smith’s head. The car swerved violently, bouncing roughly over a curve and scattering a group of elderly women waiting for a bus. A hot dog vendor’s cart was bumped into traffic, causing a series of fender benders.

Kaname ended up snug on Sousuke’s lap. Looking in the rear view mirror, Mr. Smith said “That’s the idea, Sousuke. But, she needs to have her clothes off!” He turned his attention back to the road, just in time to avoid a traffic cop. He didn’t see Kaname leaning towards him, her hands like claws.

“Oh, and you need to improve your aim, Miss Kaname.” He brought up the Pepsi bottle and foolishly unscrewed the top. A jet of froth and soda shot over his shoulder and hit Kaname in the face and shirt.

Sousuke pulled Kaname back against him. Wrapping his arms around her was not an unpleasant task. She stopped struggling, sighed, and leaned against him again.

Looking up at Sousuke, she pulled him into a long kiss. “How’s that?” She asked with a satisfied smirk.

“Very good,” Sousuke answered. “But, I prefer Coca Cola.”

Kaname smiled.

“No problem. Got that too.” Mr. Smith tossed a six pack of soda cans over his shoulder.

Sousuke sighed.


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After Mr. Smith dropped Sousuke and Kaname off in front of Shunya’s house, he left to find a place to park.

Obviously, Ayame had been waiting by a window, much the way that Kaname had been before. She had the front door open before the car drove away. Arms full of something, she ran towards Sousuke, totally ignoring her sister’s greeting.

“Soooo-uuuuuussss-kaaayyyy….” She stopped in front of the young soldier. “Sousuke, you’re famous!”

That had Sousuke’s heart pounding. He held his breath. Could someone have determined his identity? Had Ayame or someone else close to him let something slip? Who knew how much?

“Ayame, what….” Kaname never had a chance to finish. She was bumped aside by Ayame, who held up a tabloid in front of Sousuke’s face.

“Look! They’re talking about you….” The copy of the National Enquirer showed a picture of a giant robot in a burning city. The headline read ‘Giant Space Alien Saves Big Apple.’

Sousuke’s blinked repeatedly.

Kaname smiled. “Space alien… not a bad description…” She squeezed Sousuke’s arm.

“Looks, here’s another!” It was The Star. It showed naked women hanging off of the hand of an Arm Slave. The headline read ‘Sex Secrets of City Savior.’

Sousuke’s mouth fell open. He looked over at Kaname, as if he were about to be struck by a halisen or something. Old habits die hard.

“Are these true?” Ayame’s eyes got very big as she paged through the paper.

“GIVE ME THAT!” Kaname snatched it away. She blushed after thinking a moment, then leaned over and whispered mischievously in Sousuke’s ear. “Want to read this with me later?”

Sousuke stiffened up. His shoulder began throbbing.

“Here’s another one!” Ayame held up a copy of The Globe. It showed a pregnant woman in the arms of a burly man in combat dress. The headline read ‘Hero Fathers Love Child, Woman Claims.’

Sousuke closed his eyes. They were only tabloids. No one knew his identity. He could relax. What trouble could such nonsense cause?

“So, Sousuke… are you going to father Kaname’s love child….” Ayame asked.

Shunya had chosen that very moment to walk over and offer his greetings.


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Kaname clung to Sousuke, happy.

Ayame circled around the two, looking for her own opening.

Mr. Smith walked in, simply because it was the kitchen.

Shunya groused, not wanting that large a crowd.

Kaname’s father had made it a point to apologize to the young soldier for his prior treatment. Sousuke was to consider himself as a guest, for the remaining day of their visit. He would not be put to work cooking. But, Shunya was eager to pass along more secrets.

“But Daddy, that’s so bor-r-r-r-ing….” Kaname had complained. That earned her a nasty glare from her father. “Sousuke probably doesn’t want to hear any more of that stuff….”

“Yeh! He wants to read about this!” Ayame held up her copy of The Globe. Kaname reached to grab it, but stepped hard on Sousuke’s toe. He grimaced. Maybe he should have taken the pain killer prescription he had been offered by the hospital staff. “Ri-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-h-t, Kaname….”

“Boy’s a big hero now, Shunya. He doesn’t need to know woman stuff. He just needs women. Lots of women.” Mr. Smith reached around Ayame and grabbed a whole bunch of bananas. “It’s OK for you though, Mr. C.”

Kaname looked like she was ready to shout.

Her father reached his hand towards a carving knife, then stopped, sweating.

Sousuke sighed. It had been peaceful in the hospital. Except for those nurses.

“W-e-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l….” Shunya looked at Sousuke, one eyebrow raised.

“Affirmative,” Sousuke said. Information could always prove useful. It was also wise to cultivate good relationships with ones allies, or those whom one wishes to be allies rather than adversaries.

“Hmmmpppfff!” Kaname did not like that answer. She had wanted to spend some time with Sousuke, alone if possible. Damn him! But, that didn’t mean she could show the affection she felt. If it shocked her father, too bad!

“Well, the main course the evening will be Gingered Orange Chicken with Papaya Salsa.” Oichi had convinced Sunya to throw a feast in Sousuke’s honor. “Excellent flavor combination, truly challenges the palate. Aside from mint leaves, toasted crumbled coconut, and thawed orange concentrate, it requires ginger.”

“A friend of mine has a daughter named Ginger. Really cute girl. She’s about Sousuke’s age.” Mr. Smith was on his third banana.

Kaname puuled Sousuke close to her and wrapped her arm around his waist. “Hmmmpppfff.”

“Eh hemmmmm….” Shunya turned a disapproving eye on his eldest daughter.

“Sousuke can hug me if he wants to!” Kaname tossed her hair. “He saved Ayame!”

Ayame nodded her head, then started tugging on Sousuke’s arm.

Shunya just stared a moment, then shook his head. “There are a few tidbits you may wish to remember about ginger. Don't toss out fresh ginger peels. Freeze them and use later to flavor chicken stocks for Oriental soups. For a quick snap of ginger flavor, cut fresh, unpeeled ginger into one to two inch pieces, place in a self-sealing plastic bag, and freeze. Defrost as needed, squeeze out the juice, and discard the mushy pulp. Grate a little fresh ginger and nutmeg into your next fruit compote or salad. They perk up ambrosia, too.”

“Affirmative!” Sousuke made it a point to appear attentive.

Kaname just shook her head. If Kurz or Melissa ever got wind of this….

“We will also be having Orecchiette with Pork in Cream Sauce. Magnificent and not too time consuming. Saffron may be a bit pricey, but it truly makes the meal. Don’t use any red wine you wouldn’t choose to drink on its own merit. Also, don’t skimp on the heavy cream. I should mention a few things about pasta. Never add oil to the pasta cooking water. It will make the sauce slide off the pasta….” Shunya’s helpful instruction was interrupted by Mr. Smith.

“Have to be careful when you add oil to women, Sousuke. Too much and….”

Shunya slammed his fist down on the kitchen island. Mr. Smith jumped, dropping one of his banana peels.

Kaname started stroking one of Sousuke’s arms.

“Eh hemmmmmmmm….” Shunya turned his gaze to Kaname.

“Daddy, Sousuke can caress me if he wants. He saved New York City!” Kaname smirked, daring her father to deny her.

“He saved me first….” Ayame put in.

“Where was I?” Shunya used a dish towel to mop his forehead. “OK. When cooking pasta or heating soup, use the pasta plates or soup bowls as lids for the pasta water or simmering soup. This saves the trouble of heating plates in the oven.: Seeing that Sousuke was paying attention, Shunya smiled.

“Always cook pasta in salted water, but don't add the salt until the water boils. Never over-drain pasta and be sure to reserve some of the cooking water to loosen it up, if necessary. Use factory-made boxed pasta with sauces that have an olive oil base; fresh homemade pasta with butter- or cream-based sauces.” He looked over at Mr. Smith, making certain the man was finished with his interruptions.

“Well, that was just wonderful, Daddy. Thank you. Let’s go, Sousuke. I want to hear everything about the fight in the Museum.” Kaname began leading Sousuke away.

“Kaname Chidori!” Shunya’s voice snapped like a whip. Out of habit, Sousuke snapped to attention. He had been tempted to salute.

Ayame shook her finger at Kaname, grinning.

Kaname sighed. She looked up at Sousuke, wanting him to back up her opinion. When he didn’t her frown had him taking a step back.

“I decided to start things off tonight with White Gazpacho with Almomds and Grapes. That requires a food processor to grind almonds and garlic cloves to a fine consistency. Let me see, did I teach you anything about garlic the other day?” Shunya rubbed his chin.

“Say ‘Yes,’” Kaname whispered. Her father heard her.

“Kaname, before our guests arrive, the bathroom could probably use a good scrubbing.” Shunya didn’t sound like he was joking.

“Nyah nayah-h-h-h….” Ayame was delighted.

“It will go quicker with two people working, Ayame.” Her father pinned her with his stare.

Ayame pouted.

Kaname wasn’t pleased, to say the least. Looking her father straight in the eyem she wrapped her arms around Sousuke and gave him a long deep kiss. Sousuke came up gasping for air.

“EH HEMMMMMM!!!” Shunya smacked a ladle hard against a chopping board.

“Hmmmpppfff! Sousuke can kiss me if he wants to, Daddy. He saved everything.” Kaname looked smug.

“He…did… NOT… save… the… U.N. building….” Shunya frowned, one hand clenching and unclenching. “And, there are other rooms that could benefit from a good cleaning.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Ayame made it a point to add that quickly.

Kaname looked about ready to reply, but changed her mind. She gave Sousuke a quick peck on the cheek then turned to leave.

“I will assist you, Kaname.” Sousuke was rewarded with a big smile.

“NO!” The ladle came down again, causing the chopping board to split in two.

“You are a guest here. We must all respect that!” Shunya dared anyone to contradict him.” “Back to garlic. A guaranteed cure for garlicky hands: Immediately after chopping raw garlic, rub your fingers thoroughly with the bowl of a stainless steel spoon under running water. Then wash your hands with soap. The metal magically neutralizes the garlic fumes!” Shunya turned to look at Kaname and Ayame, neither of whom had moved a step.

“The front hedges could also use trimming.” Shunya said in a deadly monotone.

“Kaname was the one who did my hair, Sir.” Sousuke ran his hand across the top of his head.

“Never mind then, Kaname.” Shunya said. “Fresh garlic can be frozen in several forms. You can freeze whole, unpeeled heads and remove cloves as you need them. You can wrap chopped or crushed garlic tightly in plastic wrap and freeze, then grate or break off what you need. Or you can peel whole cloves of garlic and purée them in a blender or mini food processor, using two parts oil to one part garlic, and freeze. Finally, fresh peeled garlic cloves can be covered with oil and stored in the freezer….”

Shunya kept on speaking, but Sousuke heard fewer and fewer words. Kaname was looking crossly at him. Her expression promised retribution.

Maybe he should have stayed at the bottom of the East River.

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Sousuke found a moment to sit down and rest.

He needed it.

It’s a simple enough matter for doctors to pour blood into a person, but that alone does not help someone who experienced significant blood loss.

There was nothing anyone could do for his multitude of bruises.

But, being around people was actually making him feel better, even if he was a bit exhausted. It was a startling realization for him, a lone wolf who had spent so many years prowling one range or another.

He was a fortunate young man.

His injuries would take a while to heal, and his new scars would never fade away. But, he was glad he had come to the country. Not simply because he had been able to avert a catastrophe that would have shocked the world to its very core… he had begun to feel close to people who were not his schoolmates by necessity, or his peers and commanders on the job.

Of course, given the way his body ached, it might be nice to be close to people who were a little less disruptive.

The door bell rang.

There was a thundering sound of footsteps. Ayame. She was determined to get their first.

Of course, Kaname’s competitive spirit would have nothing to do with it.

The two of them slid to the door in a tangled heap, each blaming the other.

Sousuke just leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes.

Mr. Smith walked over and opened the door.

It was Stacy.

“Hello, Mr. Smith. Have they got you working as a doorman now. I would have bet my money on Ayame or Kaname getting to the door first. Unless Kaname is locked away somewhere with Sousuke, wink wink!”

Shunya walked out of the kitchen at that instant, drying his hands on a small towel. He frowned at Stacy’s words. Looking down at the flow, he sighed. Kaname and Ayame both waved at him.

“Greetings, Stacy. I’m glad you could make it. Is that for us? How very thoughtful! Please, make yourself at home.” Shunya took a home made cake from Stacy and walked it into the kitchen area.

“Miss Stacy, you are not carrying any weapons I trust!” Mr. Smith was sounding much more professional than usual. “We have all had enough of that kind of stuff lately, haven’t we?”

“Not concealing anything today, Mr. Smith. I swear I didn’t bake anything into the cake either.” Stacy tried not to laugh. She wasn’t prepared for a serious look on the large bodyguard’s face.

“Well, just to be sure, I’d better frisk you….”

Kaname gasped. She put a hand over Ayame’s eyes.

There was a loud noise. Shunya came running to see what happened.

Mr. Smith was upside down against a wall. One of his shoes fell off and hit him in his face. His gun slid out of his jacket and skittered across the floor.

“I do NOT need to be searched, Mr. Smith,” Stacy said with a little heat. “If I was going to allow that, it would be to a professional.” She fluffed her hair.

“OK. I’ll go get Sousuke!” Ayame took off like a shot, running for the parlor.

“Ayyyy---ammmmm---eeeeee….” Kaname was soon in hot pursuit.

Stacy and Shunya looked at each other and sighed.

“Ever think about tranquilizers, Mr. Chidori?” Stacy smiled.

“Yes. But, I don’t do well with medicines.” He grimaced, hearing the sounds of a struggle down the hallway.

“I meant for them….” Stacy pointed towards the noise.

“Hmmm…..” Shunya’s face relaxed some.

“I could use an aspirin,” Mr. Smith said with a groan. When he felt better, he decided to make certain that there was nothing concealed in the cake.

Things were quiet for a while when they all settled in the living room. Kaname sat on one side of Sousuke. She was quite pleased that her father hadn’t objected. Of course, he had insisted that Stacy also sit on the couch, which placed her on Sousuke’s other side. She was a great deal less than happy with that.

Grinning, Ayame dragged a chair across the room, placing it right in front of Sousuke. “Hi Sousuke!” she said.

“Uh, hello Ayame.” Sousuke wondered what was going to happen next. It was a shame that no other Mithril soldiers were here. They could learn a lot about dealing with unexpected occurrences.

“Did you show Stacy those?” She ponted over at the tabloids, sitting on a table next to the couch.

“No, I did not see reason to. It----” He was interrupted.

“Now why would he do something stupid like that?!” Kaname demanded, a little more forceful than was necessary.

Stacy smiled. She looked at Ayame and winked. Ayame fetched the newspapers for her.

“One of them is about Kaname!” Ayame danced out of the range of Kaname’s foot. It struck Sousuke in the knee. He sank lower into the couch.

“This one?” Stacy held up the one with the giant robot. “Looks a lot like her. Scary!”

Ayame giggled.

Sousuke actually grinned. Big mistake. When he turned, he saw Kaname looking at him. He thought back to a battle in Cambodia, faced by a large number of terrorists. If he hadn’t been able to come up with just the right maneuver, he wouldn’t be sitting there right now. He had needed to think and react at a moment’s notice.

“That cannot be Kaname. She is very beautiful.” Sousuke was sweating.

Kaname’s eyes softened. She reached over and took Sousuke’s hand.

Stacy hid a smile and gave Sousuke a thumbs-up that Kaname couldn’t see.

Ayame grumped. Her eyes narrowed. She looked at Kaname, Stacy, and Sousuke in rapid succession. Then she smiled.

“So Stacy, are you feeling better after the fight at the museum? I hope so.” Ayame smiled.

“Yes I am, thank you. I still can’t believe that happened. I find it hard to believe that any of it happened.” She nodded to Sousuke who nodded back.

“You should thank Stacy for saving you, you know….” Kaname gave Ayame a Big Sister look. “Though, I still don’t know why she bothered. Hmmmpppfff. It‘s not like bratty little sisters are an endangered species, right?”

“Thank you Miss Stacy,” Ayame said in sing song.

“You’re welcome, Ayame. It’s not like I did that much. Sousuke did most of the important stuff. You should have seen it!” Stacy thought back to Sousuke’s medicine-induced persona and the aftermath of his one man crusade. “Then again, maybe not….”

Kaname felt the bite of a green-eyed monster. That’s right! Someone else had gotten a chance to see Sousuke in action. That was her special thing! Special thing?

“So-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o… which part was mum?” Ayame’s eyes flashed.

“Uh….” That was Stacy.

Kaname’s eyes got big. With all of the tension and excitement that had followed Sousuke’s departure by helicopter, she had forgotten about THAT.

Sousuke sat still, like he had been hit by a curare-tipped dart. Where were the Habu brothers when he needed them.

“Soooo-uuuu-ssss-uuuu-kkkkkaaaaayyyy….” Kaname had a saccharine smile. Sousuke felt a stab of fear. Kaname really COULD be scary.

“Kaname?” Sousuke spoke quietly. There would be less chance of his voice cracking that way.

“Quiet for any particular reason, soldier?” Kaname arched an eyebrow. Sousuke was good at his kind of missions. She was unsurpassed at her own.

“Uh….” Sousuke groaned, moving his shoulder. He looked like he was in a lot of pain.

“Not going to work, Sousuke.” Kaname’s eyes glowed with a strange fire. She flared her nostrils. Definitely, she was on the trail of something.

“Are you alright, Sergeant?” Stacy was a professional. Professionals do not leave their comrades in harm’s way.

“Perhaps I should just go lay down….” Sousuke grimaced again, this time for real. Ayame had moved her chair up again. One foot was crushing his large toe.

“Which one of us do you want to go with you?” Ayame asked. “Is it Stacy’s turn?”

Kaname swung her halisen at her sister. Ayame had the makings of a good operative. She pushed backward sharply, causing her chair to somersault, landing it back on all four feet in its original depressions the carpet.

The paper fan hit Sousuke square on the jaw.

“I already have a boyfriend, Ayame.” Stacy said, startled by Ayame’s move and Kaname’s sudden swipe.

“Want another one?” It was Shunya, laning against the entryway. He was actually grinning this time.

“Daddy!” Kaname stomped her foot. That time, Sousuke had been ready. He had shifted his feet away from his girlfriend.

“I could use some help in the kitchen, Kaname.” Shunya tossed his daughter a large wooden spoon. “You have so much energy, you can help stir the pots.”

As Kaname passed by her father in a huff, Shunya nodded his head.

The young man had saved Ayame.

He had returned the favor.


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Sousuke had finished in the restroom, glad that there were no nurses eager to accompany him.

Leaving the room, he felt a tug on his arm. It was Kaname. Looking both ways, she smiled and dragged him into her darkened room. Wrapping around him like an amorous boa constrictor, she showed him just how devastating a good kiss could be.

“Weak in the knees, Sergeant?” She looked like a cat that had just polished off the canary.

“Negative.” Sousuke was getting better, but he entirely missed the gist of Kaname’s question.

“Hmmmpppfff!” This time she pushed him against the wall, pulling him away from it when she was done with him.

“How about now?” She looked at him with slitted eyes.

Sousuke understood finally.

“No, my knees feel quite strong…” He managed not to smile. His eyes gave him away.

“I see. Good. We can’t have a soldier with weak knees, can we.” She began to walk away. Sousuke was learning, but Kaname was Queen. It was only a matter of time before he accepted that.

“No. That would be catastrophic. Was there some reason you pulled me in here, Kaname?” Sousuke said that totally deadpan. Kaname no doubt thought he was helpless. She should realize how well a Specialist can adapt.

Kaname froze. Her face crumbled. Her lower lip started to tremble. “Y-y-you don’t l-l-love me any… any… anymore….” She turned away from him.

“Not going to work,” Sousuke said.

Kaname turned around, pretended to wipe an eye, then charged at Sousuke. She slid to a halt, remembering his condition. “God, I love you Sousuke….” She gave him a fierce hug just the same.

“You better….” That was her line.

Kaname smiled and enjoyed the stolen moment.

The doorbell rang again.

Once again the sound of thudding feet could be heard. Ayame was on her own this time. There were a few seconds of silence.

“Oichi-i--i---i----i-----i------i….”

Knowing they would be expected to pay their respects, or Ayame would come looking forthem, Sousuke and kaname walked to the front door. They both were glad to see Oichi again. She was not alone. Kumi and Izumi had come with her.

Kaname was not so happy to see that. Especially given their state of dress.

Both girls were dressed in maid’s outfits, but not the type one would expect in most hotels. The tight and normally minimally revealing blouses and skirts looked more like something from an anime sketch board. Izumi’s, however, was rather open at the front. A number of buttons were missing. They were in her skirt pocket.

Mr. Smith walked up last. He put his hand to his chest, pretending to have a heart attack.

Shunya shook his head, as if to clear his vision.

Stacy chuckled, looking over at Kaname.

Not being able to help himself, Sousuke stared for a fleeting instant. It was enough to seal his doom. Kaname pinched him hard enough to draw blood.

Kaname looked daggers at Oichi. Oichi just shrugged. Smiling, she said “My nieces heard that Sousuke was a hero.” She had told Shunya of her slight indiscretion. He had not told anyone else about that. He had also failed to inform anyone that Izumi and Kumi were coming to dinner.

“Uh….” Sousuke went stiff. Those two girls were not the sort he would normally entrust with secrets of that magnitude.

“Yes, I told them that you were down town sight-seeing, but got caught up in that horrid spectacle. They were both very concerned when they heard that you were injured saving some trapped spectators.” Oichi had covered her slip with the skill of a seasoned politician.

“I see….” Souske said, blushing at the look Izumi gave him. Kumi herself was turning red, embarrassed at having been shanghaied into this by her cousin.

“Both of them insisted at serving as waitresses tonight. How could I turn down such a generous offer?” Oichi fought a smile. Kaname had been taking Sousuke all too much for granted. This would do her good.

“I guess we should get started with our duties. Uncle Shunya, Kumi will be happy to help you set the table and get the food ready.” Izumi smiled at Kaname’s father.

“That would be very kind of you, Kumi. Thank you.” Shunya led the one girl off towards the dining area.

“I should get started as well.” Izumi walked over to Sousuke. “As a hero, you deserve special treatment.” the emphasis on ‘special’ had Kaname growing figurative horns and snorting figurative smoke. If she had hooves, she would have been pawing at the floor.

“Uh….” Izumi had sucked her breath in and thrown out her chest. She smiled when Sousuke closed his eyes.

“Is there… anything… I can get you, Sousuke?” Her teeth were perfect and pearly white.

“Errr… um… uh… I believe that an analgesic will suffice….”

It had been impossible to miss Kaname’s growl.

[Avlor]

Sousuke is getting lots of attention.

happy happy.

[Sgt. Sagara Sousuke]

And this isn't the end yet.

I bet there's more to come.

[Kashim]

lmao dd you never fail to amaze me. i can truly say your storys have given my life a sparkle i have been missing for a long time. loved it, as usual!