[FIC] Guess Who's Coming to Dinner? (pt 10)
Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2004 4:21 pm
Kaname smiled.
While she was out running errands, she had come to a startling realization. Mr. Smith hadn’t been hired primarily for his bodyguard skills, which seemed near nonexistent, at least in the home setting. He had been enlisted as a chaperon without his knowledge.
She never remembered her father being so sly.
But, the plan would backfire. The one time peace officer was snoring away on the couch. Kaname had fed him, brought him a beer behind Sousuke’s back, and put the TV back in working order. A piece of cake for Jindai High School’s student council Vice President and Class Representative.
Now, she could spend some time alone with Sousuke.
Kaname just HAD to know how he had been getting along with her father. She was hopeful, but had a queasy feeling in her stomach. Sousuke looked worse than he had when he got back from North Korea. ‘But, that just meant that he needed some Kaname Chidori time!!!’
‘Ah. There he is, the big idiot. Sitting in that chair staring at the oven. He looks like the gargoyles on the top of that French cathedral, whatever its name was.’
“Soooouuuusss-kaaaaaaaaayyyyyy…..” She smiled when she walked over to the young soldier. He had watched her every step of the way. ‘One point for him.’
“Kaname. Have you come to assist me in my solemn duty?” He turned his attention back to the stove. ‘Point deducted.’
“No, stupid head! I came to see you. We haven’t had a lot of time to see much of each other since we got here. Daddy’s off to get Ayame. The traffic’s bad this time of day, so we have some time. Our brave and ever watchful chaperon is off in dream land.” Kaname came around behind Sousuke and nuzzled his neck.
“Chaperon?” Sousuke sounded confused. “Is there someone here I haven’t met yet?”
“Of course not. I know you’ve been wondering the same thing I have. Why is Mr. Smith here? To make certain we don’t spend time alone, together.” Kaname gave Sousuke a quick squeeze. “That makes me mad. Just for that, we ARE going to spend some time together.” She would have done that any way, but this made it seem like a victory or something.
“I see. I will be glad for your company, then. There are a number of things cooking, on the stove and in the oven. Your father has entrusted me with their surveillance. I cannot afford to fail this mission!” Sousuke crossed his arms over his chest and renewed his watch.
A ladle clubbed Sousuke in the back of the head.
“Owww. That hurt, Kaname!”
“Good. I can’t believe how big of an otaku you can be sometimes. I’m lonely, Sousuke. I think you can spare some time for me. This trip is for us, after all.” Kaname stamped her foot. “We can turn off the heat for a while, then turn it on later. No one will know the difference. Big oaf!”
Kaname just knew what would happen if they left the kitchen together with the heat on. Even if nothing normally would have happened, disaster would strike, just to spite her.
“I don’t know…” Sousuke rubbed his head, a dubious look on his face.
“That’s right, YOU don’t. Since when do things change? I Know. That’s all that matters. Remember who I said does your thinking for you, Sousuke?” Kaname kissed the top of the young man’s head. “All better?”
“No, not really. A kiss may be pleasant, but I see no way in which it could have any medicinal purposes. In fact, given the nature of saliva, a---”
WHACK-K-K-K-!--!---!
“Which do you like better, Sousuke? The kiss, or the ladle?” Kaname was hitting the utensil against her palm.
“Ummm…”
“You need to think about it?” Kaname’s eyebrows went up.
“No! The kiss. But, my duty…” Sousuke kept looking between the stove…Kaname…the cook top…Kaname… the broiler….
“We’ve had the ‘duty and obligation’ talk, Sousuke. Be honest. Don’t you want to spend some time with me? I’ve really missed you….” The look she turned on him would have melted any man’s heart.
Sousuke sighed. Shunya was right. Emotional entanglements could get in the way of one’s assignment. But, Kaname’s father wasn’t there right then.
“I would like that.” With Kaname jumping up and down with glee, Sousuke went around turning down or shutting off the heat. “If something goes wrong, it will be on both of our heads.”
“Nothing will go wrong. Come on-n-n-n-n-n-n….” The blue-haired girl pulled Sousuke all of the way to her room, then shut the door. “Now, come sit next to me. Between kisses, you can tell me what you and Daddy have been doing all day.”
Sousuke was still a little uncomfortable thinking about kisses, after he and Kaname had been caught by Shunya in the kitchen. The older man didn’t say much at first, but his eyes had smoldered like something deep beneath the earth’s crust.
‘You might like to take time to run around the block a few times while I speak with my daughter,’ he had said.
‘That’s a good idea, Daddy. Except I should probably join Sousuke. I know how you like to be alone in your domain….’ Kaname’s valiant effort fell on deaf ears.
‘Run.’ Sousuke ran.
‘Sit.’ Kaname sat.
Sousuke was now on double secret probation.
Kaname was one step away from the nunnery
Kaname pushed Sousuke back on the bed some, so she could sit in front of him and pull his arms around her. Eyes closed like those of a contented cat, she came very close to purring. “OK, go ahead. Tell me how things went before you decided to try out for the Olympics.”
Sousuke gave Kaname a short summary of his day so far. She bit him every time he mentioned something otaku. She kissed him each time he sounded like he had done something right. She hugged him just because she could.
“What’s wrong, Sousuke?” Kaname opened her eyes, turned, and gazed at Sousuke’s face. Her boyfriend had let out a long shuddering sigh.
“I do not think that things are going well, Kaname. I know how much this means to you. I never want to fail you. Not with the way I feel about you.” He actually sounded very down.
“Don’t give up, Sousuke. Daddy may come around. I’m proud of you. And I’m very happy you are doing this for me.” Kaname caressed Sousuke’s cheek with her hand. Not for the first time, she marveled at how she felt now, especially given her first impression of the moody military maniac.
“I…” Sousuke went quiet, hanging his head.
“Sousuke? What’s wrong?” Kaname hated to see him like this. Something was causing him real pain.
“It is not always advantageous to be in touch with one’s feelings, Kaname, I….” He stopped again. He put his hand on Kaname’s and closed his eyes.
“It’s OK…take your time… you know you can tell me anything. And, you probably should….”
“Your father. I had hoped that he could come to like me. Lt. Cmdr. Kalinin is the closest thing I have to a father, but he is my commanding officer. I did not want only to win Shunya’s favor… I had hoped to earn his respect.” Sousuke looked out of the window, watching the occasional car drive by. “Some how, I feel very alone, now. That’s foolish, I know.”
Kaname sat still a moment. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. Gently, she pushed Sousuke down onto his side and snuggled on next to him. She put her hand on his face again, forcing him to look into her eyes.
“It’s not foolish, Sousuke. I’ve felt that way before, too. You should remember one thing… as long as I’m here, you’re not alone.” She put her arms around him. He responded by bowing his head against hers. The scent of the kitchen on him, mixed with the musky deodorant he usually wore. His heart beat slowly, almost in sync with her own. His breath tickled her neck.
“Thank you Kaname.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against him, as if she were the only bit of buoyant material near a sinking ship.
Kaname felt the blood rushing to her face. Sousuke’s closeness, together with his vulnerability at that moment, pulled at her emotions. She tilted his face so she could kiss him. He was distracted at first, but then matched her own growing ardor.
Neither had any idea how long they were lost in each other’s presence. Sousuke was the first to come up for air. There was a look in his eyes that Kaname hadn’t seen before. “I would do anything for you, Kaname. Anything.”
The words sent a thrill through her like none she had ever felt before. She knew he would die for her. But, this was something more, something from deep inside him.
“Sousuke….” She kissed him again, brushing her lips along his neck. She held her breath. She pushed her self back a bit and looked into his eyes. This was her home away from home. The room was filled with things that brought back numerous pleasant memories. She was alone with the man she loved.
“Kaname?”
“Anything, Sousuke?” Kaname was caught halfway between mindless desire and painful uncertainty. She wanted to jump up and pull the curtain closed, even though no one could see them in the shadows. Her body was running far ahead of her mind.
Sousuke nodded his head.
Kaname blinked repeatedly, feeling close to giving up. She set herself. Determined, she took Sousuke’s hand and placed it on her breast. At that moment, she was very frightened. What if Sousuke pulled away? Would her heart break into a thousand tiny pieces? And what if she changed her mind too late, what then?
Sousuke’s eyes went wide. He began to sweat. There was a battle raging inside him too. The feel of his hand against Kaname’s bossom sent a bolt of desire running through him. It felt good. Very good. Exceptionally good. The reaction seemed natural. He caressed her, drinking in her texture and softness. The look on her face excited him further.
She wanted this.
It felt good for her too.
But, he was a soldier, sworn to protect her. She was in her father’s house, having already survived one Third Degree. This was a mission into unknown territories, and there had been no briefing.
What should he do?
What might he feel next?
He was afraid of the building tension inside him. Was it normal, or could it be a residue of his prior self, the one he became when he was ruled by his primal urges?
Kaname made a low moaning noise, stretching her body out and rolling over onto her back. She opened her eyes to mere slits and spoke very quietly. “There are two of them, Sousuke.” She drank in his features. He was eager, but tentative. His desire was evident, but so was his concern for her.
It was wonderful.
Sousuke took a deep breath and let himself go. This was not a time for thinking. His body was giving the orders. He was too well conditioned to disobey. He found himself stroking his hand over Kaname’s side, down along her abdomen. He ran his hands around the full swell of her buttocks and learned the contour of her thighs and belly.
Everything was a revelation.
Kaname had started things, but found herself just as shy at first. Before she knew it, her hands were busy exploring Sousuke as well. His muscles were so firm, something she had noted many times in the past. Now, however, she felt the blood pounding in her head. He was so strong, but could be so gentle.
To her, at that moment, he was the only person alive in the world.
“Wait a minute…” Kaname got up and closed the curtains, just to be sure. She spared a quick glance for the clock. She put her ear against the door, to make certain Mr. Smith wasn’t stirring. She turned a night light on.
Fighting her own feelings of propriety, and brushing away her childhood fears that she was not really pretty, Kaname began unbuttoning her blouse. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, but found she didn’t care about plans and preconceptions.
It felt right.
She left her blouse on but opened. She unhooked her bra in the front. Kneeling on the bed again, she wished she could see the look in Sousuke’s eyes. ‘Take that, you big moron…’
“Kaname….” Sousuke sucked his breath in when she put his hand where it had been before.
“Shhhh… I love you Sousuke. It’s OK. We don’t have anything to be ashamed about.” Kaname felt the breath hiss out between her teeth when Sousuke found just the right spot. “And if you stop, I will kill you.”
Sousuke fought down his fears and feelings of inadequacy. This was Kaname. She was everything to him. It would be alright to let himself go, as long as it was what she wanted.
“I love you too, Kaname….” Sousuke felt a thrill when his touch had an effect on Kaname’s nipples. Everything about her excited him. Literally and figuratively. He never wanted this moment to end. He was alive, not some kind of machine.
“I want you to kiss me, Sousuke……..everywhere………” Kaname lay back down again, treasuring every touch of Sousuke’s hand and body. When his lips touched her, she pulled him tight and fierce.
Things were not destined to go any further that day.
Both would be relieved, but each also had feelings of regret.
At one point, Kaname gently pushed Sousuke away.
“I don’t think I’m ready for anything more, Sousuke.” She didn’t want to hurt him. She especially didn’t want him to feel rejected or judged to be a failure. But, she discovered she had a limit, and they had reached it.
“You didn’t do anything wrong. I think I went this far only because you made me feel so good.” She stroked his head before fixing her clothes.
“I see. It is just as well. I began to feel I was doing too much, just because I wanted you to be happy. The feelings were so wonderful, that I was afraid I would never feel them again if I went too far. Also… I…” Sousuke sounded embarrassed.
“What, Sousuke?”
Sousuke didn’t answer.
“Sousuke?”
Still, no reply.
“Sousuke!!!” Kaname’s voice was loud in his ear, but wouldn’t carry beyond the room.
“I…well…it is not a problem….” Sousuke could be seen to be blushing when Kaname opened up the curtains again.
“Then, there shouldn’t be any reason you can’t tell me, right?” Kaname was feeling too good to be cross, but she wouldn’t let Sousuke know that.
“Uh…”
“Sousuke Sagara!”
“I…ummm…will need to…errr…change my undergarments…” Sousuke looked like he was about to drown in his own sweat. He was certain Kaname would take some offense at his admission.
“Oh…” Kaname blushed. Then she smiled. She wasn’t angry. Just the opposite…somehow, Sousuke’s stammered confession made her feel very good about herself.
“Then you better go do that. I need to straighten out the room before nosey Ayame gets home.” She smiled. “Of course, if you want to go around like that….”
Turning around, she found that Sousuke had grabbed some clothing…made his way to the door…opened it… and made his way into the restroom without her seeing him.
Amazing.
When they were both finished, it was time to check in on the dinner and get things going again. Everything was just fine. Mr. Smith was still fast asleep. Kaname got rid of the remote control batteries. Sousuke took care of the beer and plate.
“I hope Daddy didn’t count the bottles,” Kaname said, still smiling. She gave Sousuke another kiss.
“Uhhh… yes…” Sousuke would not put that past Kaname’s father.
“You need to get back in the kitchen. I need to finish with some cleaning. Onichi will be here before we know it. I can’t wait until you meet her.” She walked away, but came skipping back. “Thank you,” she whispered in Sousuke’s ear. Then, she picked up a dust rag and got to work.
Kaname was a diligent worker, but she had a difficult time paying attention to her chores.
She kept reliving her intimate moments with Sousuke. She whistled happily, feeling a renewal of her spunk and spirit. She had learned things about herself and Sousuke, and they were all good.. She had wanted something. She took charge of her own destiny and made it happen. It had opened up a whole new vista… or at least seemed that way at the moment. What couldn’t she accomplish?
Dust flew.
Things were polished that didn’t necessarily need polishing.
Items were rearranged countless times until they were just right.
The roar of a vacuum cleaner engine drowned out the snores of a napping bodyguard and chaperon.
She had a secret now. Her father wouldn’t know. Ayame wouldn’t know. Her friends at school wouldn’t know. Nobody, except her and Sousuke. That made her feel even closer to him. They hadn’t consummated their ultimate needs and desires, but she didn’t feel disappointed
Kaname felt hopeful. Whispered. Mithril. Father. School. Life. None of those seemed insurmountable now. She had a right to feel happy. Didn’t she?
Sousuke still wondered just what had happened.
He hadn’t seen that coming.
It was unacceptable for a Specialist to be caught with his pants down! Wrong choice of words….
In his erotic fantasies, he had pictured things, but nothing had come close to reality. Those dreams had left him feeling embarrassed and confused. He wasn’t embarrassed now. He had let himself go.
The world hadn’t come to an end.
Kaname didn’t go up in a puff of smoke.
At least not yet.
When he walked into the kitchen, things seemed different. Turning the stove back on and raising the heat on the burners, Sousuke knew why. It had nothing to do with the room and everything to do with him. His head was still in the clouds. The world seemed to be in balance. There was a feeling of peace within him that he had never felt before.
There was almost a sense of pride. Almost.
Relief, too.
Not paying close enough attention, he knocked a bowl of exotic nuts onto the floor. They bounced, rolled, and skipped off in all directions. Sighing, he bent over to retrieve them all.
Why was he feeling this way?
He knew w-h-a-t had caused his present state, but he couldn’t figure out the mechanism. The peaceful feeling that came from fishing was different. That pastime was something he did alone. It allowed him moments of being in his own little world, one with Nature, away from orders, weapons, fighting, and dying. It was the peace that kept bringing him back again.
The calm and serenity that he felt now were not what would draw him back to Kaname. His heart yearned for her more than ever before. He couldn’t help but think about the excitement he had felt. It was amazing that he could feel something like that. It was even more miraculous that the feeling came from something he did with someone else. Sharing. Mutual desire. Exploration. Even trust.
What would this do to his relationship with Kaname?
He felt even closer than before. Was he doing the right thing? Could he maintain the focus he needed to do his job as her protector? He had no way to know that yet. But, the new warmth within him suggested that his motivation was evolving yet again. He had once protected Kaname out of duty. He would now protect her out of love.
He brushed away the feeling of guilt, but it was more persistent than any fly. Brush it away once, and it came back as two flies. Brush them away again, and the number grew. The sound of buzzing was deafening.
Sousuke knew that he had crossed yet another line.
It was another step in growing up, as a person. But, it was one more step away from the soldier he once was. Would he become something better, stronger, and more in touch with the world? Or, was he beginning to distance himself from the people and profession that had literally and figuratively saved his life?
What was he doing?
Where was he headed?
He heard the front door.
“Kaaaa-naaaaa-maaaaay…..”
There was no doubt who that was.
“Ayame! No running in the house! Go get yourself cleaned up and ready for dinner.”
There was no doubt who that was, either.
When Shunya walked back in the room, Sousuke was sitting on his perch, watching the oven. The temperature was back where it should be. Everything looked fine. Nothing had caught fire. Nothing had dried out. Nothing had exploded all over the outside of the cook top or inside the oven.
Neveretheless, Sousuke felt as if a spotlight were trained on him.
He felt as if he sat on the defendant’s chair, waiting for the jury leader to read the verdict.
Could Shunya notice any difference in him?
Would he suspect?
“Well, it seems that everything is in good order, Sousuke. I may have judged you wrong in some ways. Perhaps you can be trusted after all.” Shunya took his apron off of a rack and put it back on.
Sousuke blinked too often and too quickly, saying nothing.
“Hopefully, Kaname didn’t pester you while you sat your watch.” Shunya took his tasting spoon out of his pocket and tasted a few simple side dishes that Sousuke had whipped together before being dragged away by Kaname. “Good. Not bad for a first try. I’ll touch them up a bit and they’ll be done.”
Sousuke still didn’t say anything. He had an unreasonable fear that if he opened his mouth, the truth would come rushing out. Was it already written all over his face?
“Now, we have something very important to discuss, young man.” Shunya’s voice sounded stern, almost angry.
Sousuke stood at attention. He couldn’t help himself. Memories of times he had been dressed down by Lt. Cmdr. Mardukas flashed before his eyes.
“Sir, yes Sir!” It felt as if there were a large lump in his throat.
“Can you guess what it is?” Shunya walked over to stand in front of Sousuke. His eyes bored into the younger man’s.
“Uh…I… um… we….” Sousuke began to sweat heavily.
“Well? It’s not as if I didn’t mention it before!” Shunya took a step closer, his eyes narrowing.
“Sir… we… the…”
“Table setting!!!” Shunya sounded exasperated. Young people these days!!!
“Of course! I recall you mentioning that, Sir.” Sousuke almost fainted with relief. How close had he been to blurting out something disastrous? Cluelessness can only be suppressed for so long!
“Then why didn’t you speak up? Show some back bone. It’s not as if you really have any reason to fear me. After all, I am sharing intimate gourmet secrets with you!” Shunya almost bristled. The youth had better appreciate the pearls of wisdom he was about to receive. He thought momentarily about silk purses and sow’s ears.
Sousuke had to reach for a glass of water and drink, just to keep from choking.
Intimate. Secrets. Sharing
Had there been another word? Yes. Gourmet.
“Oh… Ayame… you can do your homework later. I have neglected teaching you this before, so you can come learn with the young man.” Shunya waved his hand, calling his youngest daughter into the room.
“But Daddy, I wanted to go talk with Kaname. She seems so happy. I was just wondering what put her in such a good mood.” Ayame turned to look at Sousuke. “Do you know, Sousuke?”
Sousuke felt as if he had been snap frozen. If anyone bumped into him or hit him with a hammer, Winter would come early.
“Uh……… well……… women are mysterious. Men cannot always figure them out…….” Sousuke wondered if Ayame could smell fear.
He could.
“Good answer! Maybe you are not so clueless after all.” Shunya walked them all into the dining area, turning the light up to full. The shadows on the wall all seemed to be pointing at Sousuke.
“OK. Down to business. How to place your guests. Placing people is one of the most important and difficult things; it is a major feature for a successful dinner…” Shunya looked to see if he had everyone’s attention. Ayame stood at attention, mimicking Sousuke.
“Host and hostess do not sit side by side, but face each other.” For this deal, even though she was technically a guest, Oichi would serve as the hostess. She would assume the role full time after she and Shunya were married.
“Sir!” Sousuke needed to break his train of thought. He remembered being side to side with Kaname, as well as face to face.
“Good. Your enthusiasm is commendable. We may make something out of you yet. Gentlemen and ladies must be alternated as much as possible.” Shunya was definitely in his element. One could tell by his carriage and the snap of his voice.
“And Sousuke must be kept as far away from Kaname as possible, right????” Ayame smiled at her father, then sidled up close to the young soldier.
Shunya glowered at the two of them. Sousuke began to sweat. Ayame giggled. “Ayame….”
“He can sit next to ME, Daddy.” Ayame stuck out her lower lip and steeled her gaze, daring her father to deny her.
Grumbling, Shunya continued. “ The male guest of honour seats to the right of the hostess, and the lady guest of honour to the right of the host. Left handsides are ‘second best.’”
“Sousuke sits next to Oichi!” Ayame clapped. The look Shunya gave her suggested that Sousuke might be dining outside the window, in the front yard.
The young operative looked at the bubbly young girl. Didn’t she know that her actions were more likely to get him in trouble than not?
Probably.
“Married couples should not sit side by side nor face each other, except if they are newly wed or officially fiancés. Having done this, if you still have different alternatives, first take into account the natural affinities and different personalities of your guests. As for yourself, be practical and choose a seat providing you an easy reach to the kitchen…”
“Sousuke should have a seat that allows him to get away fast, right Daddy?” Aayame blinked, trying to look charming. “Especially if he does anything wrong…”
Sousuke swallowed hard.
Shunya had a mental picture of a balls and chains for Sousuke and a gag for Ayame.
“You should prepare your 'table plan' in advance and place your guests one by one when you are ready to serve.” Shunya handed out copies of his plan to Sousuke and Ayame. They were not here just to learn… they would be setting the table. “Next. The essential rules to place your tableware in the right manner…”
Shunya looked at Sousuke. “No combat knives!!!”
Sousuke nodded. A memory of his hand on Kaname’s breast snuck in unannounced. He smiled, then quickly made his face blank again.
What was his mind trying to do to him???
Shunya stared for a moment before continuing. “For official dinners, white tablecloth is the only solution; for dinner with friends or family, you can use a fancy clothing. It always has to be made of ‘noble’ tissue and be associated with assorted napkins.”
The word ‘clothing’ had Sousuke daydreaming about Kaname opening her blouse. He closed his eyes for a moment.
“Eh hem. Glasses. They have to be stemmed glasses. You need to have different types, at least three. Of course you need Champagne glasses, which we call "flutes" because of their long shape and they are only used for this beverage. Then you will need classical shaped stemmed glasses, larger for water and smaller for wine. If you wish to be more sophisticated, you can add a third of smaller size which will enable you serve red and white wines into different glasses, with the smallest for white wine.”
Shunya took out a number of glasses from a fancy antique European piece of furniture. “The Order of display on table is from left to right, starting biggest … Champagne flute… water glass … first wine glass … second wine glass. If you only have one size glass, put two side by side for each diner. You MUST have a water glass and a wine glass. Sousuke, are you paying attention?”
“Uh…Yes, Sir!”
“I bet he was thinking about someone. A girl. Kaaa-naa-maay….” Ayamae pulled on Sousuke’s sleeve. “Right?”
“Well…”
“He had better be thinking about setting the table. Both of you ought to be. Knives should be displayed on the right side of the plate, the blade turned towards the plate.” Shunya caressed a knife, looking at Sousuke.
Sousuke gulped.
Ayame whispered “Kaname… Ka-na-may… Kaaa---naaa---maaay….”
“Forks are displayed on the left side, prongs on the tablecloth.” Shunya tested the points for no particular reason.
“Soup spoon is displayed alongside the fork, outside.” Sharpened, a spoon made a useful weapon in prisons… why not elsewhere, too. Shunya shook his head, chasing away the bizarre thoughts.
“Teaspoon or cake fork are displayed on the top, between the plate and the glasses. If you have to display several pieces on the same side, the rule is to display in the order of use. You may display a different number of pieces on each side. Ayame, what are you doing?”
Ayame was staring up into Sousuke’s face. “I bet he was thinking about kissing Kaname….”
“He better NOT be. Not after earlier today. And not if he knows what’s best for him!” Shunya was wise enough to realize he made a mistake, the moment the words had left his mouth. Ayame would be fully primed now. “Right…young man???”
“As you instructed, Sir!” Sousuke knew he was turning red.
Damn!
Shunya stared a moment longer, one eyebrow creeping higher and higher. “If you wish to make your life easier, have one different service setting per course… salad setting… meat setting… cheese setting…cake server… and so forth.”
“Where did you kiss her?” Ayame whispered, but not quietly enough.
Sousuke did not answer. He knew what Ayame meant. But, the word ‘where’ had more than one meaning.
“TELL ME!!!” Ayame stomped on Sousuke’s foot.
“Ayame!” Her father’s voice caused Sousuke to jump, but Ayame just stood still, quiet and composed.
“Yes, Daddy dear?” She batted her eyes, then gave Sousuke a nudge.
Shunya looked like he was about to come apart at the seams.
“Plates must be placed two centimeters or one inch away from the table edge. How many, Sousuke?”
“One inch sir! Or two centimeters…but why not two point five?” Sousuke shook off his fear and worry. His overly precise nature began fashioning a noose for him.
Shunya just glared.
“Two centimeters is sufficient, Sir!!!”
“Yes. It…..certainly….. Is. If the plates are decorated, the pattern is displayed on the top side. The plates should be around 60 centimeters….. or 25 inches, young man…. apart from one another. At first, you must NOT display one plate on another… except for a soup entrée, where you may put the soup plate on a dinner plate. Ayame, do you have all that?”
“Yes, Daddy. Sousuke and Kaname were caught kissing. You probably yelled at them. Sousuke is in big trouble. You don’t like him very much.” Ayame curtsied.
“Somebody………. may not……….. have any……….. dessert tonight………”
Sousuke’s look was almost pleading. He should have known better. It was like dumping fuel on the fire or tossing loaded cartridges in a roaring blaze.
“That’s OK, Daddy. Sousuke’s a soldier. He probably doesn’t even like sweets.” Ayame remembered that Sousuke had tried to explain things gently to her that morning. He was a really nice boy. It didn’t stop her. “Except Kaname…”
Shunya dropped a stack of exquisite antique China. Fortunately, nothing broke or chipped.
Sousuke closed his eyes. At that moment, he couldn’t picture Kaname if he tried.
“You must use the same set of tableware………. except for cheese and dessert………. which can be different………. or if you use a very specific pieces like a soufflé dish or a gratin dish………. in this case………. you should prefer white dishes………. which will perfectly match with any other set of plates………...” Ayame’s father was breathing heavily when he finished.
“Did you sneak a kiss when Daddy came to pick me up? I would have….” Ayame’s eyes lit up as she waited for Sousuke’s response. Her father spoke first.
“If he had….. Mr. Smith would have shot him…. I left explicit orders.” Shunya finished with the plates, then turned to his daughter. “Ayame… homework… NOW!!!”
“But, Daddy…”
“N………. O……….. W” The veins in his head throbbed. One ear twitched.
“But….“
“N-O-W-!--!---!”
Ayame moved so quickly, even Sousuke was impressed.
Shunya walked over slowly and stood in front of Sousuke. He smiled a crocodile’s smile. “A soldier knows how to follow orders, right son?”
Sousuke swallowed. “Of course, Sir!” Now…at the worst possible time… he remembered Kaname taking his hand in her own.
“To remember an order, a soldier needs to have a good memory. Am I correct?”
“Sir, Yes Sir!!!” Sousuke could hear some of the contented moaning noises that Kaname had made. There was an uncomfortable feeling below his belt.
“And I trust that you remembered what I told you and Kaname earlier today.”
“It goes without saying, Sir!” If he and Kaname hadn’t stopped when they had….
“Good. Very good. Now tell me…. on your honor…. did you kiss my daughter again???” Shunya looked like a shark closing in on a wounded sea creature, blood drawing him on.
Sousuke was trapped.
He never lied.
The question was simple.
“No Sir!!!” He had pictured Ayame when he answered. “That would be improper!”
Shunya stood there staring at him, waiting to see if he broke. It only gave Sousuke a renewed strength. He recalled painful memories of torture and interrogation. He had made it through all of them without giving in.
“Good for you,” Shunya finally said. “You may have saved a life here today.”
Sousuke stood quietly. He closed his eyes a moment. He had come dangerously close to answering ‘Two lives.’
“You will NOT be drinking tonight. But, that doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t teach you something about wines. Do you wish to learn?” Shunya found himself hoping the answer was ‘yes.’ If Sousuke eventually left America without Kaname, at least he should take something home with him.
“Yes. That would be nice, Mr. Chidori. There is a lot I do not know.” ‘And, there is a lot that you do not know. I am not about to give up. Especially after today.’
“Well, it is good to see you have sense enough to know that! Too many teenagers do not. Basic overall rules to chose your wine. For theEntrée? It is generally accompanied by a dry white wine or Rosé. Main course? Red wine for red meat; light red wine for white meats; dry white wine for fish or seafood. On a general base, fresh and light red wine goes with e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. Rosé is not considered as a top wine; but it is good and fresh for casual meals when it's hot.”
Sousuke found himself feeling somewhat hot. Not just because of his thoughts about Kaname, but also because of the way Shunya just seemed to be writing him off. ‘I am more than you realize. I won’t make that mistake myself, any more. I am not unworthy. I am more than just my mistakes.’
“Cheese? Red wine; preferably full bodied with powerful cheese flavors. Dessert? Sweet white wine.” As they put the finishing touches on the table, Shunya went on to give brief instruction on wine utensils, wine temperature, wine tasting, and wine serving.
Sousuke made it a point to listen very hard. He would remember these things. He was a Specialist, not some nobody off the street. The strength of his own pride surprised him. He rarely felt this way. Before, he would either agree with someone and degrade himself, or he would simply shrug things off without taking notice.
Not today.
Not now.
Not after the things he had shared with Kaname. Despite her father’s wishes!
Speak of the Angel, and she appears. Kaname walked in, extensible to ask her father if there was anything she could do to help. Secretly, she had needed to catch a glimpse of Sousuke. She blushed. When her father turned away momentarily, she blew Sousuke a kiss and winked. She fought hard not to laugh seeing the look on Sousuke’s face.
Sousuke felt his desire rising again. Just great. Shunya was only a few feet away. ‘Kaname, what are you doing?’
When her father said that he and Sousuke had everything under control, Kaname left. Sousuke sighed. Louder and longer than he had would have wanted.
“Bored, young man?” Shunya’s voice was deceptively mild.
“No, Sir!”
“Good. The guests will be arriving soon. We have work to do.” Shunya began lecturing Sousuke on etiquette as they got the appetizers, side dishes, and main entres ready for serving.
Sousuke took a moment to catch his breath. This was all quite exhausting in its own way. At least the dinner should allow some time to relax.
While she was out running errands, she had come to a startling realization. Mr. Smith hadn’t been hired primarily for his bodyguard skills, which seemed near nonexistent, at least in the home setting. He had been enlisted as a chaperon without his knowledge.
She never remembered her father being so sly.
But, the plan would backfire. The one time peace officer was snoring away on the couch. Kaname had fed him, brought him a beer behind Sousuke’s back, and put the TV back in working order. A piece of cake for Jindai High School’s student council Vice President and Class Representative.
Now, she could spend some time alone with Sousuke.
Kaname just HAD to know how he had been getting along with her father. She was hopeful, but had a queasy feeling in her stomach. Sousuke looked worse than he had when he got back from North Korea. ‘But, that just meant that he needed some Kaname Chidori time!!!’
‘Ah. There he is, the big idiot. Sitting in that chair staring at the oven. He looks like the gargoyles on the top of that French cathedral, whatever its name was.’
“Soooouuuusss-kaaaaaaaaayyyyyy…..” She smiled when she walked over to the young soldier. He had watched her every step of the way. ‘One point for him.’
“Kaname. Have you come to assist me in my solemn duty?” He turned his attention back to the stove. ‘Point deducted.’
“No, stupid head! I came to see you. We haven’t had a lot of time to see much of each other since we got here. Daddy’s off to get Ayame. The traffic’s bad this time of day, so we have some time. Our brave and ever watchful chaperon is off in dream land.” Kaname came around behind Sousuke and nuzzled his neck.
“Chaperon?” Sousuke sounded confused. “Is there someone here I haven’t met yet?”
“Of course not. I know you’ve been wondering the same thing I have. Why is Mr. Smith here? To make certain we don’t spend time alone, together.” Kaname gave Sousuke a quick squeeze. “That makes me mad. Just for that, we ARE going to spend some time together.” She would have done that any way, but this made it seem like a victory or something.
“I see. I will be glad for your company, then. There are a number of things cooking, on the stove and in the oven. Your father has entrusted me with their surveillance. I cannot afford to fail this mission!” Sousuke crossed his arms over his chest and renewed his watch.
A ladle clubbed Sousuke in the back of the head.
“Owww. That hurt, Kaname!”
“Good. I can’t believe how big of an otaku you can be sometimes. I’m lonely, Sousuke. I think you can spare some time for me. This trip is for us, after all.” Kaname stamped her foot. “We can turn off the heat for a while, then turn it on later. No one will know the difference. Big oaf!”
Kaname just knew what would happen if they left the kitchen together with the heat on. Even if nothing normally would have happened, disaster would strike, just to spite her.
“I don’t know…” Sousuke rubbed his head, a dubious look on his face.
“That’s right, YOU don’t. Since when do things change? I Know. That’s all that matters. Remember who I said does your thinking for you, Sousuke?” Kaname kissed the top of the young man’s head. “All better?”
“No, not really. A kiss may be pleasant, but I see no way in which it could have any medicinal purposes. In fact, given the nature of saliva, a---”
WHACK-K-K-K-!--!---!
“Which do you like better, Sousuke? The kiss, or the ladle?” Kaname was hitting the utensil against her palm.
“Ummm…”
“You need to think about it?” Kaname’s eyebrows went up.
“No! The kiss. But, my duty…” Sousuke kept looking between the stove…Kaname…the cook top…Kaname… the broiler….
“We’ve had the ‘duty and obligation’ talk, Sousuke. Be honest. Don’t you want to spend some time with me? I’ve really missed you….” The look she turned on him would have melted any man’s heart.
Sousuke sighed. Shunya was right. Emotional entanglements could get in the way of one’s assignment. But, Kaname’s father wasn’t there right then.
“I would like that.” With Kaname jumping up and down with glee, Sousuke went around turning down or shutting off the heat. “If something goes wrong, it will be on both of our heads.”
“Nothing will go wrong. Come on-n-n-n-n-n-n….” The blue-haired girl pulled Sousuke all of the way to her room, then shut the door. “Now, come sit next to me. Between kisses, you can tell me what you and Daddy have been doing all day.”
Sousuke was still a little uncomfortable thinking about kisses, after he and Kaname had been caught by Shunya in the kitchen. The older man didn’t say much at first, but his eyes had smoldered like something deep beneath the earth’s crust.
‘You might like to take time to run around the block a few times while I speak with my daughter,’ he had said.
‘That’s a good idea, Daddy. Except I should probably join Sousuke. I know how you like to be alone in your domain….’ Kaname’s valiant effort fell on deaf ears.
‘Run.’ Sousuke ran.
‘Sit.’ Kaname sat.
Sousuke was now on double secret probation.
Kaname was one step away from the nunnery
Kaname pushed Sousuke back on the bed some, so she could sit in front of him and pull his arms around her. Eyes closed like those of a contented cat, she came very close to purring. “OK, go ahead. Tell me how things went before you decided to try out for the Olympics.”
Sousuke gave Kaname a short summary of his day so far. She bit him every time he mentioned something otaku. She kissed him each time he sounded like he had done something right. She hugged him just because she could.
“What’s wrong, Sousuke?” Kaname opened her eyes, turned, and gazed at Sousuke’s face. Her boyfriend had let out a long shuddering sigh.
“I do not think that things are going well, Kaname. I know how much this means to you. I never want to fail you. Not with the way I feel about you.” He actually sounded very down.
“Don’t give up, Sousuke. Daddy may come around. I’m proud of you. And I’m very happy you are doing this for me.” Kaname caressed Sousuke’s cheek with her hand. Not for the first time, she marveled at how she felt now, especially given her first impression of the moody military maniac.
“I…” Sousuke went quiet, hanging his head.
“Sousuke? What’s wrong?” Kaname hated to see him like this. Something was causing him real pain.
“It is not always advantageous to be in touch with one’s feelings, Kaname, I….” He stopped again. He put his hand on Kaname’s and closed his eyes.
“It’s OK…take your time… you know you can tell me anything. And, you probably should….”
“Your father. I had hoped that he could come to like me. Lt. Cmdr. Kalinin is the closest thing I have to a father, but he is my commanding officer. I did not want only to win Shunya’s favor… I had hoped to earn his respect.” Sousuke looked out of the window, watching the occasional car drive by. “Some how, I feel very alone, now. That’s foolish, I know.”
Kaname sat still a moment. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. Gently, she pushed Sousuke down onto his side and snuggled on next to him. She put her hand on his face again, forcing him to look into her eyes.
“It’s not foolish, Sousuke. I’ve felt that way before, too. You should remember one thing… as long as I’m here, you’re not alone.” She put her arms around him. He responded by bowing his head against hers. The scent of the kitchen on him, mixed with the musky deodorant he usually wore. His heart beat slowly, almost in sync with her own. His breath tickled her neck.
“Thank you Kaname.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against him, as if she were the only bit of buoyant material near a sinking ship.
Kaname felt the blood rushing to her face. Sousuke’s closeness, together with his vulnerability at that moment, pulled at her emotions. She tilted his face so she could kiss him. He was distracted at first, but then matched her own growing ardor.
Neither had any idea how long they were lost in each other’s presence. Sousuke was the first to come up for air. There was a look in his eyes that Kaname hadn’t seen before. “I would do anything for you, Kaname. Anything.”
The words sent a thrill through her like none she had ever felt before. She knew he would die for her. But, this was something more, something from deep inside him.
“Sousuke….” She kissed him again, brushing her lips along his neck. She held her breath. She pushed her self back a bit and looked into his eyes. This was her home away from home. The room was filled with things that brought back numerous pleasant memories. She was alone with the man she loved.
“Kaname?”
“Anything, Sousuke?” Kaname was caught halfway between mindless desire and painful uncertainty. She wanted to jump up and pull the curtain closed, even though no one could see them in the shadows. Her body was running far ahead of her mind.
Sousuke nodded his head.
Kaname blinked repeatedly, feeling close to giving up. She set herself. Determined, she took Sousuke’s hand and placed it on her breast. At that moment, she was very frightened. What if Sousuke pulled away? Would her heart break into a thousand tiny pieces? And what if she changed her mind too late, what then?
Sousuke’s eyes went wide. He began to sweat. There was a battle raging inside him too. The feel of his hand against Kaname’s bossom sent a bolt of desire running through him. It felt good. Very good. Exceptionally good. The reaction seemed natural. He caressed her, drinking in her texture and softness. The look on her face excited him further.
She wanted this.
It felt good for her too.
But, he was a soldier, sworn to protect her. She was in her father’s house, having already survived one Third Degree. This was a mission into unknown territories, and there had been no briefing.
What should he do?
What might he feel next?
He was afraid of the building tension inside him. Was it normal, or could it be a residue of his prior self, the one he became when he was ruled by his primal urges?
Kaname made a low moaning noise, stretching her body out and rolling over onto her back. She opened her eyes to mere slits and spoke very quietly. “There are two of them, Sousuke.” She drank in his features. He was eager, but tentative. His desire was evident, but so was his concern for her.
It was wonderful.
Sousuke took a deep breath and let himself go. This was not a time for thinking. His body was giving the orders. He was too well conditioned to disobey. He found himself stroking his hand over Kaname’s side, down along her abdomen. He ran his hands around the full swell of her buttocks and learned the contour of her thighs and belly.
Everything was a revelation.
Kaname had started things, but found herself just as shy at first. Before she knew it, her hands were busy exploring Sousuke as well. His muscles were so firm, something she had noted many times in the past. Now, however, she felt the blood pounding in her head. He was so strong, but could be so gentle.
To her, at that moment, he was the only person alive in the world.
“Wait a minute…” Kaname got up and closed the curtains, just to be sure. She spared a quick glance for the clock. She put her ear against the door, to make certain Mr. Smith wasn’t stirring. She turned a night light on.
Fighting her own feelings of propriety, and brushing away her childhood fears that she was not really pretty, Kaname began unbuttoning her blouse. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, but found she didn’t care about plans and preconceptions.
It felt right.
She left her blouse on but opened. She unhooked her bra in the front. Kneeling on the bed again, she wished she could see the look in Sousuke’s eyes. ‘Take that, you big moron…’
“Kaname….” Sousuke sucked his breath in when she put his hand where it had been before.
“Shhhh… I love you Sousuke. It’s OK. We don’t have anything to be ashamed about.” Kaname felt the breath hiss out between her teeth when Sousuke found just the right spot. “And if you stop, I will kill you.”
Sousuke fought down his fears and feelings of inadequacy. This was Kaname. She was everything to him. It would be alright to let himself go, as long as it was what she wanted.
“I love you too, Kaname….” Sousuke felt a thrill when his touch had an effect on Kaname’s nipples. Everything about her excited him. Literally and figuratively. He never wanted this moment to end. He was alive, not some kind of machine.
“I want you to kiss me, Sousuke……..everywhere………” Kaname lay back down again, treasuring every touch of Sousuke’s hand and body. When his lips touched her, she pulled him tight and fierce.
Things were not destined to go any further that day.
Both would be relieved, but each also had feelings of regret.
At one point, Kaname gently pushed Sousuke away.
“I don’t think I’m ready for anything more, Sousuke.” She didn’t want to hurt him. She especially didn’t want him to feel rejected or judged to be a failure. But, she discovered she had a limit, and they had reached it.
“You didn’t do anything wrong. I think I went this far only because you made me feel so good.” She stroked his head before fixing her clothes.
“I see. It is just as well. I began to feel I was doing too much, just because I wanted you to be happy. The feelings were so wonderful, that I was afraid I would never feel them again if I went too far. Also… I…” Sousuke sounded embarrassed.
“What, Sousuke?”
Sousuke didn’t answer.
“Sousuke?”
Still, no reply.
“Sousuke!!!” Kaname’s voice was loud in his ear, but wouldn’t carry beyond the room.
“I…well…it is not a problem….” Sousuke could be seen to be blushing when Kaname opened up the curtains again.
“Then, there shouldn’t be any reason you can’t tell me, right?” Kaname was feeling too good to be cross, but she wouldn’t let Sousuke know that.
“Uh…”
“Sousuke Sagara!”
“I…ummm…will need to…errr…change my undergarments…” Sousuke looked like he was about to drown in his own sweat. He was certain Kaname would take some offense at his admission.
“Oh…” Kaname blushed. Then she smiled. She wasn’t angry. Just the opposite…somehow, Sousuke’s stammered confession made her feel very good about herself.
“Then you better go do that. I need to straighten out the room before nosey Ayame gets home.” She smiled. “Of course, if you want to go around like that….”
Turning around, she found that Sousuke had grabbed some clothing…made his way to the door…opened it… and made his way into the restroom without her seeing him.
Amazing.
When they were both finished, it was time to check in on the dinner and get things going again. Everything was just fine. Mr. Smith was still fast asleep. Kaname got rid of the remote control batteries. Sousuke took care of the beer and plate.
“I hope Daddy didn’t count the bottles,” Kaname said, still smiling. She gave Sousuke another kiss.
“Uhhh… yes…” Sousuke would not put that past Kaname’s father.
“You need to get back in the kitchen. I need to finish with some cleaning. Onichi will be here before we know it. I can’t wait until you meet her.” She walked away, but came skipping back. “Thank you,” she whispered in Sousuke’s ear. Then, she picked up a dust rag and got to work.
Kaname was a diligent worker, but she had a difficult time paying attention to her chores.
She kept reliving her intimate moments with Sousuke. She whistled happily, feeling a renewal of her spunk and spirit. She had learned things about herself and Sousuke, and they were all good.. She had wanted something. She took charge of her own destiny and made it happen. It had opened up a whole new vista… or at least seemed that way at the moment. What couldn’t she accomplish?
Dust flew.
Things were polished that didn’t necessarily need polishing.
Items were rearranged countless times until they were just right.
The roar of a vacuum cleaner engine drowned out the snores of a napping bodyguard and chaperon.
She had a secret now. Her father wouldn’t know. Ayame wouldn’t know. Her friends at school wouldn’t know. Nobody, except her and Sousuke. That made her feel even closer to him. They hadn’t consummated their ultimate needs and desires, but she didn’t feel disappointed
Kaname felt hopeful. Whispered. Mithril. Father. School. Life. None of those seemed insurmountable now. She had a right to feel happy. Didn’t she?
Sousuke still wondered just what had happened.
He hadn’t seen that coming.
It was unacceptable for a Specialist to be caught with his pants down! Wrong choice of words….
In his erotic fantasies, he had pictured things, but nothing had come close to reality. Those dreams had left him feeling embarrassed and confused. He wasn’t embarrassed now. He had let himself go.
The world hadn’t come to an end.
Kaname didn’t go up in a puff of smoke.
At least not yet.
When he walked into the kitchen, things seemed different. Turning the stove back on and raising the heat on the burners, Sousuke knew why. It had nothing to do with the room and everything to do with him. His head was still in the clouds. The world seemed to be in balance. There was a feeling of peace within him that he had never felt before.
There was almost a sense of pride. Almost.
Relief, too.
Not paying close enough attention, he knocked a bowl of exotic nuts onto the floor. They bounced, rolled, and skipped off in all directions. Sighing, he bent over to retrieve them all.
Why was he feeling this way?
He knew w-h-a-t had caused his present state, but he couldn’t figure out the mechanism. The peaceful feeling that came from fishing was different. That pastime was something he did alone. It allowed him moments of being in his own little world, one with Nature, away from orders, weapons, fighting, and dying. It was the peace that kept bringing him back again.
The calm and serenity that he felt now were not what would draw him back to Kaname. His heart yearned for her more than ever before. He couldn’t help but think about the excitement he had felt. It was amazing that he could feel something like that. It was even more miraculous that the feeling came from something he did with someone else. Sharing. Mutual desire. Exploration. Even trust.
What would this do to his relationship with Kaname?
He felt even closer than before. Was he doing the right thing? Could he maintain the focus he needed to do his job as her protector? He had no way to know that yet. But, the new warmth within him suggested that his motivation was evolving yet again. He had once protected Kaname out of duty. He would now protect her out of love.
He brushed away the feeling of guilt, but it was more persistent than any fly. Brush it away once, and it came back as two flies. Brush them away again, and the number grew. The sound of buzzing was deafening.
Sousuke knew that he had crossed yet another line.
It was another step in growing up, as a person. But, it was one more step away from the soldier he once was. Would he become something better, stronger, and more in touch with the world? Or, was he beginning to distance himself from the people and profession that had literally and figuratively saved his life?
What was he doing?
Where was he headed?
He heard the front door.
“Kaaaa-naaaaa-maaaaay…..”
There was no doubt who that was.
“Ayame! No running in the house! Go get yourself cleaned up and ready for dinner.”
There was no doubt who that was, either.
When Shunya walked back in the room, Sousuke was sitting on his perch, watching the oven. The temperature was back where it should be. Everything looked fine. Nothing had caught fire. Nothing had dried out. Nothing had exploded all over the outside of the cook top or inside the oven.
Neveretheless, Sousuke felt as if a spotlight were trained on him.
He felt as if he sat on the defendant’s chair, waiting for the jury leader to read the verdict.
Could Shunya notice any difference in him?
Would he suspect?
“Well, it seems that everything is in good order, Sousuke. I may have judged you wrong in some ways. Perhaps you can be trusted after all.” Shunya took his apron off of a rack and put it back on.
Sousuke blinked too often and too quickly, saying nothing.
“Hopefully, Kaname didn’t pester you while you sat your watch.” Shunya took his tasting spoon out of his pocket and tasted a few simple side dishes that Sousuke had whipped together before being dragged away by Kaname. “Good. Not bad for a first try. I’ll touch them up a bit and they’ll be done.”
Sousuke still didn’t say anything. He had an unreasonable fear that if he opened his mouth, the truth would come rushing out. Was it already written all over his face?
“Now, we have something very important to discuss, young man.” Shunya’s voice sounded stern, almost angry.
Sousuke stood at attention. He couldn’t help himself. Memories of times he had been dressed down by Lt. Cmdr. Mardukas flashed before his eyes.
“Sir, yes Sir!” It felt as if there were a large lump in his throat.
“Can you guess what it is?” Shunya walked over to stand in front of Sousuke. His eyes bored into the younger man’s.
“Uh…I… um… we….” Sousuke began to sweat heavily.
“Well? It’s not as if I didn’t mention it before!” Shunya took a step closer, his eyes narrowing.
“Sir… we… the…”
“Table setting!!!” Shunya sounded exasperated. Young people these days!!!
“Of course! I recall you mentioning that, Sir.” Sousuke almost fainted with relief. How close had he been to blurting out something disastrous? Cluelessness can only be suppressed for so long!
“Then why didn’t you speak up? Show some back bone. It’s not as if you really have any reason to fear me. After all, I am sharing intimate gourmet secrets with you!” Shunya almost bristled. The youth had better appreciate the pearls of wisdom he was about to receive. He thought momentarily about silk purses and sow’s ears.
Sousuke had to reach for a glass of water and drink, just to keep from choking.
Intimate. Secrets. Sharing
Had there been another word? Yes. Gourmet.
“Oh… Ayame… you can do your homework later. I have neglected teaching you this before, so you can come learn with the young man.” Shunya waved his hand, calling his youngest daughter into the room.
“But Daddy, I wanted to go talk with Kaname. She seems so happy. I was just wondering what put her in such a good mood.” Ayame turned to look at Sousuke. “Do you know, Sousuke?”
Sousuke felt as if he had been snap frozen. If anyone bumped into him or hit him with a hammer, Winter would come early.
“Uh……… well……… women are mysterious. Men cannot always figure them out…….” Sousuke wondered if Ayame could smell fear.
He could.
“Good answer! Maybe you are not so clueless after all.” Shunya walked them all into the dining area, turning the light up to full. The shadows on the wall all seemed to be pointing at Sousuke.
“OK. Down to business. How to place your guests. Placing people is one of the most important and difficult things; it is a major feature for a successful dinner…” Shunya looked to see if he had everyone’s attention. Ayame stood at attention, mimicking Sousuke.
“Host and hostess do not sit side by side, but face each other.” For this deal, even though she was technically a guest, Oichi would serve as the hostess. She would assume the role full time after she and Shunya were married.
“Sir!” Sousuke needed to break his train of thought. He remembered being side to side with Kaname, as well as face to face.
“Good. Your enthusiasm is commendable. We may make something out of you yet. Gentlemen and ladies must be alternated as much as possible.” Shunya was definitely in his element. One could tell by his carriage and the snap of his voice.
“And Sousuke must be kept as far away from Kaname as possible, right????” Ayame smiled at her father, then sidled up close to the young soldier.
Shunya glowered at the two of them. Sousuke began to sweat. Ayame giggled. “Ayame….”
“He can sit next to ME, Daddy.” Ayame stuck out her lower lip and steeled her gaze, daring her father to deny her.
Grumbling, Shunya continued. “ The male guest of honour seats to the right of the hostess, and the lady guest of honour to the right of the host. Left handsides are ‘second best.’”
“Sousuke sits next to Oichi!” Ayame clapped. The look Shunya gave her suggested that Sousuke might be dining outside the window, in the front yard.
The young operative looked at the bubbly young girl. Didn’t she know that her actions were more likely to get him in trouble than not?
Probably.
“Married couples should not sit side by side nor face each other, except if they are newly wed or officially fiancés. Having done this, if you still have different alternatives, first take into account the natural affinities and different personalities of your guests. As for yourself, be practical and choose a seat providing you an easy reach to the kitchen…”
“Sousuke should have a seat that allows him to get away fast, right Daddy?” Aayame blinked, trying to look charming. “Especially if he does anything wrong…”
Sousuke swallowed hard.
Shunya had a mental picture of a balls and chains for Sousuke and a gag for Ayame.
“You should prepare your 'table plan' in advance and place your guests one by one when you are ready to serve.” Shunya handed out copies of his plan to Sousuke and Ayame. They were not here just to learn… they would be setting the table. “Next. The essential rules to place your tableware in the right manner…”
Shunya looked at Sousuke. “No combat knives!!!”
Sousuke nodded. A memory of his hand on Kaname’s breast snuck in unannounced. He smiled, then quickly made his face blank again.
What was his mind trying to do to him???
Shunya stared for a moment before continuing. “For official dinners, white tablecloth is the only solution; for dinner with friends or family, you can use a fancy clothing. It always has to be made of ‘noble’ tissue and be associated with assorted napkins.”
The word ‘clothing’ had Sousuke daydreaming about Kaname opening her blouse. He closed his eyes for a moment.
“Eh hem. Glasses. They have to be stemmed glasses. You need to have different types, at least three. Of course you need Champagne glasses, which we call "flutes" because of their long shape and they are only used for this beverage. Then you will need classical shaped stemmed glasses, larger for water and smaller for wine. If you wish to be more sophisticated, you can add a third of smaller size which will enable you serve red and white wines into different glasses, with the smallest for white wine.”
Shunya took out a number of glasses from a fancy antique European piece of furniture. “The Order of display on table is from left to right, starting biggest … Champagne flute… water glass … first wine glass … second wine glass. If you only have one size glass, put two side by side for each diner. You MUST have a water glass and a wine glass. Sousuke, are you paying attention?”
“Uh…Yes, Sir!”
“I bet he was thinking about someone. A girl. Kaaa-naa-maay….” Ayamae pulled on Sousuke’s sleeve. “Right?”
“Well…”
“He had better be thinking about setting the table. Both of you ought to be. Knives should be displayed on the right side of the plate, the blade turned towards the plate.” Shunya caressed a knife, looking at Sousuke.
Sousuke gulped.
Ayame whispered “Kaname… Ka-na-may… Kaaa---naaa---maaay….”
“Forks are displayed on the left side, prongs on the tablecloth.” Shunya tested the points for no particular reason.
“Soup spoon is displayed alongside the fork, outside.” Sharpened, a spoon made a useful weapon in prisons… why not elsewhere, too. Shunya shook his head, chasing away the bizarre thoughts.
“Teaspoon or cake fork are displayed on the top, between the plate and the glasses. If you have to display several pieces on the same side, the rule is to display in the order of use. You may display a different number of pieces on each side. Ayame, what are you doing?”
Ayame was staring up into Sousuke’s face. “I bet he was thinking about kissing Kaname….”
“He better NOT be. Not after earlier today. And not if he knows what’s best for him!” Shunya was wise enough to realize he made a mistake, the moment the words had left his mouth. Ayame would be fully primed now. “Right…young man???”
“As you instructed, Sir!” Sousuke knew he was turning red.
Damn!
Shunya stared a moment longer, one eyebrow creeping higher and higher. “If you wish to make your life easier, have one different service setting per course… salad setting… meat setting… cheese setting…cake server… and so forth.”
“Where did you kiss her?” Ayame whispered, but not quietly enough.
Sousuke did not answer. He knew what Ayame meant. But, the word ‘where’ had more than one meaning.
“TELL ME!!!” Ayame stomped on Sousuke’s foot.
“Ayame!” Her father’s voice caused Sousuke to jump, but Ayame just stood still, quiet and composed.
“Yes, Daddy dear?” She batted her eyes, then gave Sousuke a nudge.
Shunya looked like he was about to come apart at the seams.
“Plates must be placed two centimeters or one inch away from the table edge. How many, Sousuke?”
“One inch sir! Or two centimeters…but why not two point five?” Sousuke shook off his fear and worry. His overly precise nature began fashioning a noose for him.
Shunya just glared.
“Two centimeters is sufficient, Sir!!!”
“Yes. It…..certainly….. Is. If the plates are decorated, the pattern is displayed on the top side. The plates should be around 60 centimeters….. or 25 inches, young man…. apart from one another. At first, you must NOT display one plate on another… except for a soup entrée, where you may put the soup plate on a dinner plate. Ayame, do you have all that?”
“Yes, Daddy. Sousuke and Kaname were caught kissing. You probably yelled at them. Sousuke is in big trouble. You don’t like him very much.” Ayame curtsied.
“Somebody………. may not……….. have any……….. dessert tonight………”
Sousuke’s look was almost pleading. He should have known better. It was like dumping fuel on the fire or tossing loaded cartridges in a roaring blaze.
“That’s OK, Daddy. Sousuke’s a soldier. He probably doesn’t even like sweets.” Ayame remembered that Sousuke had tried to explain things gently to her that morning. He was a really nice boy. It didn’t stop her. “Except Kaname…”
Shunya dropped a stack of exquisite antique China. Fortunately, nothing broke or chipped.
Sousuke closed his eyes. At that moment, he couldn’t picture Kaname if he tried.
“You must use the same set of tableware………. except for cheese and dessert………. which can be different………. or if you use a very specific pieces like a soufflé dish or a gratin dish………. in this case………. you should prefer white dishes………. which will perfectly match with any other set of plates………...” Ayame’s father was breathing heavily when he finished.
“Did you sneak a kiss when Daddy came to pick me up? I would have….” Ayame’s eyes lit up as she waited for Sousuke’s response. Her father spoke first.
“If he had….. Mr. Smith would have shot him…. I left explicit orders.” Shunya finished with the plates, then turned to his daughter. “Ayame… homework… NOW!!!”
“But, Daddy…”
“N………. O……….. W” The veins in his head throbbed. One ear twitched.
“But….“
“N-O-W-!--!---!”
Ayame moved so quickly, even Sousuke was impressed.
Shunya walked over slowly and stood in front of Sousuke. He smiled a crocodile’s smile. “A soldier knows how to follow orders, right son?”
Sousuke swallowed. “Of course, Sir!” Now…at the worst possible time… he remembered Kaname taking his hand in her own.
“To remember an order, a soldier needs to have a good memory. Am I correct?”
“Sir, Yes Sir!!!” Sousuke could hear some of the contented moaning noises that Kaname had made. There was an uncomfortable feeling below his belt.
“And I trust that you remembered what I told you and Kaname earlier today.”
“It goes without saying, Sir!” If he and Kaname hadn’t stopped when they had….
“Good. Very good. Now tell me…. on your honor…. did you kiss my daughter again???” Shunya looked like a shark closing in on a wounded sea creature, blood drawing him on.
Sousuke was trapped.
He never lied.
The question was simple.
“No Sir!!!” He had pictured Ayame when he answered. “That would be improper!”
Shunya stood there staring at him, waiting to see if he broke. It only gave Sousuke a renewed strength. He recalled painful memories of torture and interrogation. He had made it through all of them without giving in.
“Good for you,” Shunya finally said. “You may have saved a life here today.”
Sousuke stood quietly. He closed his eyes a moment. He had come dangerously close to answering ‘Two lives.’
“You will NOT be drinking tonight. But, that doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t teach you something about wines. Do you wish to learn?” Shunya found himself hoping the answer was ‘yes.’ If Sousuke eventually left America without Kaname, at least he should take something home with him.
“Yes. That would be nice, Mr. Chidori. There is a lot I do not know.” ‘And, there is a lot that you do not know. I am not about to give up. Especially after today.’
“Well, it is good to see you have sense enough to know that! Too many teenagers do not. Basic overall rules to chose your wine. For theEntrée? It is generally accompanied by a dry white wine or Rosé. Main course? Red wine for red meat; light red wine for white meats; dry white wine for fish or seafood. On a general base, fresh and light red wine goes with e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. Rosé is not considered as a top wine; but it is good and fresh for casual meals when it's hot.”
Sousuke found himself feeling somewhat hot. Not just because of his thoughts about Kaname, but also because of the way Shunya just seemed to be writing him off. ‘I am more than you realize. I won’t make that mistake myself, any more. I am not unworthy. I am more than just my mistakes.’
“Cheese? Red wine; preferably full bodied with powerful cheese flavors. Dessert? Sweet white wine.” As they put the finishing touches on the table, Shunya went on to give brief instruction on wine utensils, wine temperature, wine tasting, and wine serving.
Sousuke made it a point to listen very hard. He would remember these things. He was a Specialist, not some nobody off the street. The strength of his own pride surprised him. He rarely felt this way. Before, he would either agree with someone and degrade himself, or he would simply shrug things off without taking notice.
Not today.
Not now.
Not after the things he had shared with Kaname. Despite her father’s wishes!
Speak of the Angel, and she appears. Kaname walked in, extensible to ask her father if there was anything she could do to help. Secretly, she had needed to catch a glimpse of Sousuke. She blushed. When her father turned away momentarily, she blew Sousuke a kiss and winked. She fought hard not to laugh seeing the look on Sousuke’s face.
Sousuke felt his desire rising again. Just great. Shunya was only a few feet away. ‘Kaname, what are you doing?’
When her father said that he and Sousuke had everything under control, Kaname left. Sousuke sighed. Louder and longer than he had would have wanted.
“Bored, young man?” Shunya’s voice was deceptively mild.
“No, Sir!”
“Good. The guests will be arriving soon. We have work to do.” Shunya began lecturing Sousuke on etiquette as they got the appetizers, side dishes, and main entres ready for serving.
Sousuke took a moment to catch his breath. This was all quite exhausting in its own way. At least the dinner should allow some time to relax.
Just curious if you plan to do more
(But it won't stop me from reading...
)
