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When; March 23rd, afternoon/evening
Rating; PG-13 for violence, probably
Characters; Kondo Isao [

fruits_chinpo], Shimura Tae [

youwantmyeggs]
Summary; She's giving him just one chance to get a date right-- but even with the powers of Clow, is it enough to overcome Kondo's klutziness?
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There were very few moments when vanity mattered much to Otae, and certainly she hadn't expected this to be one of them. Tending to the dojo back in Edo and raising a younger brother meant that Otae had very little time with which to attend to her own needs and desires-- but now that she'd found neither of those to be a burden in the City, Otae had spent more time than usual searching for nice fabric with which to sew kimono and yukata, spent time looking for nice accessories with which to pin her hair.

And even if the date she was headed to was with a gorilla, as long as she'd spent such money in the first place, why not make use of it?

She had just finished applying blush and rouge when a quick glance at the clock told her that soon, she would be running late. Slipping one last pin in her hair, Otae began to rush to Xanadu, trying her best to keep her facial expression nonchalant and wondering if Kondo would have been waiting long.

There was no doubt that he'd be there early, after all.

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Kondo couldn't believe it. Otae-san had finally agreed to allow him to woo her properly with the coaching of Sakura. He would definitely give the little girl some ice cream later in exchange for her feminine wisdom. Right now, though, he had to arduous task of convincing his angel to come home with him and share a marital bed. Or to let him do her. Whichever came first!

It was early when he finally arrived, dressed in a nice yukata that he had purchased especially for this event. There were few people still out at this hour, leaving him practically alone as he waited with candy and flowers in his hand for his beloved so that he could shine her with love and compliments.

His silhouette was easy enough to spot, and with a slight quirk of her brow, Otae began to rub at her temples, already anticipating the headache that was sure to come, if from nothing else than the brightness of his smile alone. She turned her attention away for the moment, drawing her time out as much as possible, smoothing down her best yukata--she would have worn a western-style dress, but they were too revealing for her taste--with her fingers before reluctantly heading towards the entrance.

"I suppose it's good for you that you showed up on time," Otae remarked once she was within speaking distance. Her gaze dropped briefly to the ample bouquet of flowers in his hand, then quickly rose again--nothing new, nothing special, she wouldn't be swayed by flowers.

"These are for you, Otae-san!" Kondo said, immediately holding out the gifts he had acquired for her with a huge. Of course, they couldn't match her loveliness, eyes immediately following the line of her beautiful kimono.

Hidden treasures lay beneath ! Panties that called to him like a lighthouse signaling a boat back to port. And oh yes, would he ram into that port quite nicely! But first, it was necessary of him to show the young angel his better parts. The parts that weren't unnecessarily covered in hair.

"Thank you, gorilla-san," Otae replied, with a small, yet vaguely tight-lipped smile. Otae reached out for the flowers and chocolate, burying her nose in the former and enjoying the scent. It'd been a while since anyone had given her flowers, even despite Kondo's constant stalking, and Otae couldn't hide the fact that it was a nice change from constant reminders that Kondo wanted to protect her panties.

Panties that his eyes might've grazed over just a moment ago--as usual, she'd caught his gaze wandering.

"My eyes," Otae reminded him sharply, fingers pinching his nose and pulling it up so he would look her in the eye, "are up here."

She chewed her lower lip irritably before releasing her hold. "So... where are we going tonight?"

Naturally, Kondo's eyes had wandered to her panties. He was only human, attracted to panties like every man. Panties were invented to draw eyes like bee was invented to draw honey. There was no way to resist what he knew to be white cotton panties with a tiny pink bow on the front.

He only knew this because of vigorous stalking and often poking into her panty drawer to sniff.

"I will take Otae-san to dinner," he finally answered, straightening up and trying to make his face appear as if he just wasn't thinking about panties seconds ago, which was exceedingly difficult with the pervert stare etched on his face and the blush not staining his cheeks.

Holding his arm out, he waited for her to take it so he could lead her away.

Even if she was willing to hold his arm--something she wasn't prepared to admit, either to herself or to him--Otae couldn't do so readily with both flowers and chocolate in her arms. She raised an eyebrow at Kondo before gesturing to her arms, then tilted her head back in the direction of Xanadu's exit.

"Just make sure that you aren't expecting a happy ending with that dinner," Otae replied, trying to shift the cumbersome gifts in her arms to get a better grip on them. "And I hope that you don't have the same obsession with mayonnaise that your coworker does."

Once she turned away from him, Otae smiled slightly to herself and shook her head. The gorilla's idea of a date was almost juvenile; one would probably have never thought that the man was a stalker who probably went around streaking after pretty women at night.

Perhaps he just needed a little reforming.

"I will never suspect something that foul and sordid from Otae-san who is beautiful and perfect in so many ways!" Kondo defended immediately.

Of course, that is exactly what he he had been expecting, and he had an entire night to prove why they should walk hand and hand through the threshold of marriage. Or why she should let him mount her.

For now, though, he concentrated on trying to ignore the sudden itch in his ass as he lead her towards the restaurant. He could scratch it and ruin all illusions of propriety that he'd been trying to cultivate, or he could simply shift his leg one way -yes, like that- and hope the wiggling will be enough to deter the itchiness.

"Good," Otae replied firmly, gaze slowly dropping to the awkward squirming of the man's legs and lips thinning as a result, "although, as always, flattery will only get you so far, gorilla-san, so don't expe--are you injured or something?"

She didn't really care if the man was injured, to be honest, nor was she trying to give him any delusions about her actually caring for his welfare, but the shimmying was quickly working at her nerves. Otae was pretty certain that, if left was it was, Kondo would find some way to only increase her irritation unless the problem was nipped in the bud.

And she didn't want to punch him senseless before he had at least paid for a nice dinner.

The itch had gone from subtly annoying to very intense. It was located so close too his butt hole, too. Why couldn't he just scratch? It was so tempting the more he walked and the more it inched closer to the hole like a tiny crab crawling on his skin and taunting him because he couldn't take the crab out.

Man was not meant to have an itchy ass! What was this?? Was his own body trying to sabotage him from making Otae-san his woman, tonight?! Why must all things turn against him ??

"I-it's nothing," he muttered, though sweat was starting to collect on his face the more he ignored it and wriggled.

She raised a brow irritably, looking the gorilla up and down to search for any suspicious areas, although now that he was standing still, nothing really stood out starkly to the eye. Her gaze stopped at his temple, though, beads of sweat apparent against his skin, and Otae wondered if perhaps the best place for him at the moment would've been in bed rather than taking her to dinner. With a frown, she pressed her hand against his clammy skin.

"Are you ill, gorilla-san?" she murmured concernedly, nose wrinkling slightly at the sweat. "Maybe we shouldn't be out for dinner, after all. Let's go back; I can make you some porridge or something."

"Everything is fine!!!"Kondo said almost immediately, the itch too much to bear. He was going to start crying soon, wasn't he?? Man was not meant to go htis long without itching, either. "

There is nothing wrong with me or my butt!! Now let's hurry!!" he continued, wrapping his arm tighter around hers and picking up his step. If he could just find a bathroom and scratch then all would be well and right in the world again.

Otae hissed lightly as his hold on her arm tightened; if nothing else, the gorilla was certainly strong physically, and she'd never doubted his capacity to be a competent leader for the Shinsengumi. That being said, having spent a significant amount of time as the leader of a dojo, Otae knew generally how to counter those even significantly stronger than her.

For instance, with an elbow jabbed sharply in his side.

"You're hurting me, gorilla-san," she said sweetly, laughing lightly to disguise the anger. "Now, I don't recall ever bringing up the subject of your posterior, but if you really need to do something obscene, I suggest hiding away in the shelter of a bathroom, away from the public eye."

"Excuse me, my sweet!!" Kondo suddenly blurted out, unable to take it any longer. It was as if his world was crashing down on him one tiny ass itch at a time.

He could no longer hold it, and he dove behind the nearest set of bushes and indulged, fingers scraping roughly over the back of his pants and the affected area. He didn't stop until it was fully alleviated, a loud noise of relief falling from his lips. Yes, this must be what heaven feels like...

A curiously quirked brow soon fell once Otae came to a realization about what the gorilla was doing--a realization that was anything but comforting, given that Kondo often spoke of sharing a marital bed, and hell be damned if this was the sort of thing she'd have to endure during it. Sexually repressed indeed, but she felt no obligation to be the one to relieve all that tension.

She shuddered, briefly.

Several seconds later, with a deep sigh, Otae turned right around and began to walk in the direction of the apartment complexes; if Kondo was already acting like this barely into their date, one could only imagine the horrors she'd have to face during the meal. It wasn't even worth the money she'd save on food.

With the itch scratched, he finally resurfaced from the bushes in time to catch Otae turning her back from him. This couldn't be! He wouldn't let this happen when their night of passion had only begun.

And then it dawned on him that for all intents and purposes it looked as if he was ...pleasuring himself behind the bushes rather than scratching his butt. "Otae-san!!! You misunderstand!! Don't leave!!"

His arms shot out before he could will them to and immediately latched onto her kimono, closing around the very nice, soft fabric to halt her progress. "I was scratching my ass!!! Sometimes men need to scratch, but I couldn't ruin the sanctity of this date by doing it so publicly!"

"What," Otae began, immediately letting her elbow jerk back, hitting some point of his body, although she wasn't sure which, "makes you think that hiding behind a set of bushes makes the scratching any less public?"

Really, it was unfathomable, how a man in charge of the Shinsengumi and who presumably had grown up without being dropped on his head too many times, could manage to lack a single iota of tact, even after she'd tried to beat some into him so many times. All the curses-- what had she been thinking, not considering the gorilla to be lowest of the low? Giving him a chance? Ridiculous.

"The sanctity of the date, had it ever existed, is completely gone," she informed him tersely, with a slight quirk of the lips.

It couldn't be! Had he ruined it so terribly already?!!! Impossible!! He had to get another chance. It was just one tiny little, insignificant itch.

Throwing himself at Otae's mercy and consequently the floor in front of her, he grabbed onto her kimono and stared up at her with tears in his eyes. Yes, the pathetic man routine! Women always bought the pathetic man routine!

"Please...forgive me... You must! Our date has not even started. I haven't had the chance to show you my true prowess!"

"I've given you plenty of chances while here in the City," Otae corrected, a small hint of pink rising to her cheeks despite herself as she stepped back, trying to tug her kimono from the man's grip. "If I keep on saying 'one more chance, one more chance,' this is never going to end."

She looked down at his face, the tears gleaming and pooling and hmph, did this man have no sense of self-respect?

"And crying isn't very manly, gorilla-san."

"I AM IN TOUCH WITH MY FEELINGS!!" Kondo defended, standing up once again to grasp her smaller and more delicate fingers in his. They were so nice and soft. He'd put them in his mouth, but he was trying to remove this awful and most indecent illusion that he was a pervert.

"At least let us get through dinner. I did promise a date!"

Otae's brow twitched slightly, although there was less anger in the movement, this time. The gorilla's large hands and his pleading tone, although both were nothing but annoyances were she to be honest with herself, brought back memories of another person who had held her hand in a similar manner, who had also attempted to wheedle her into joining his cause--and last time, she'd hesitated. Too long.

And she couldn't seem to make up for it now, no matter how hard she tried.

So with a sigh, she swallowed her pride--just once more.

"Dinner, then," Otae conceded with a resigned tone. "But be more careful, gorilla-san--my patience is rather thin."

Dinner will do! Dinner will definitely do. He could behave through it. He could get through that much without any mishaps happening. He's been through many event-less dinners before that didn't end with his balls being kicked or him being betrothed to a gorilla.

"Thank you, Otae-san! I will not let you down this time!" He meant it, too, looping his arm with hers again as he proceeded to lead her into the restaurant.

"Tch," Otae clucked, straightening out her kimono before entering the restaurant, still always taking appearances and impressions into account, pausing to brush a piece of lint from the gorilla's outfit so that he would look similarly presentable. Hopefully. If he kept his mouth shut.

She smiled at the head waitress as they walked in, careful to look slightly down on the surroundings, lest they think that this was a step up for her average dining--which, sadly, it was.

The gorilla did seem to have money, at least.

"Do you come here often, Kondo-san?" she asked, trying to make light conversation. If that was at all possible.

It was the little touches that got to him -things like fixing his suit for him. He already pictured his Otae-san making him breakfast in the morning and sending him and the kids off to work and school with a kiss and their lunches.

...Though why she was always naked in these fantasies was a mystery.

No, no... he definitely knew why she was naked in them.

Wait, did she just ask a question right now?? WAS HE NOT LISTENING TO HIS GODDESS WHILE IMAGINING HER NAKED!??? He needed to calm down and think. It was imperative. It could have been a question integral to their relationship and would affect the future as they both knew it. Think, Kondo, think!!

"Yes."

Otae watched, eyebrow quirked, as the gorilla's face went through quite a span of expressions, some more frightening than others, and she could only imagine how difficult it must have been for his asinine mind to wrap around the concept of a normal conversation--could see the cogs trying and failing to turn. The answer, in itself, was a little anticlimactic, but at least it was the right one.

If the cuisine here suited her, perhaps she'd get the gorilla to bring her around more often.

"Are we... going to get a table, then?" Otae asked, taking care not to look down, lest she find some kind of new and unpleasant acquisition.

Another question!! Why did she keep asking things while he was trapped in complete and absolute mental distress?!! Why was he incapable of listening!!??

Okay, he needed quick thinking if he was going to get through this. He would just have to be as non-committal as possible.

"I would like to see you naked!"

It seemed that her reaction time had slowed somewhat since getting to the City, but it was still less than three seconds before Otae suddenly grabbed Kondo's wrist, wrenching it and fingers digging into his biceps as she flung him over and onto the ground, where he landed with a resounding crash.

"Put it on his tab, please," she said with a smile to the nearest waiter, who nodded, frightened.

Brushing her hands off, Otae slowly walked out of the restaurant; it looked like she was going to have to pay a visit to the convenience store, again.

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