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Mission Midwest: Weiss	By : katami Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 2189 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Yohji attributed his not noticing the door opening to the massive pile of food in front of him and Aya’s strict order to finish it. Somehow Aya had gotten this ‘breakfast if the most important meal of the day’ garbage into his head so the White family was now required to have breakfast. And Yohji’s black coffee no longer counted.

“Oh! You must be Yohji! Aya’s told me all about you. I‘m Mary Crane, from two doors down across the street,“ gushed a tall shiny woman, eagerly shaking his hand. Yohji was debating whether or not being alert and perky this early in the morning was a justifiable reason for murder when the option was taken out of his hands.

“Oh, Mary. Is it seven-thirty already?“ asked Aya breezing into the room with Ken in tow. “Omi will be just a second. Would you like some coffee?” Aya serving coffee with a smile, clearly hell had frozen over and the devil had taken up ice skating.

“Good morning, dear. Coffee would be lovely. And why didn’t you tell me, your Yohji was such a handsome devil? You and Sasha have all the luck in men.” Aya handed the chatty woman a cup of coffee that was more milk and sugar than coffee and Yohji cringed but a sharp eyed glare kept him quiet.

“Now, I’ll be out all day so you’ll have to pick up Omi, Ken. And I want those beds planted before I get back. Omi knows how to handle the lasagna and that he isn’t to go out until his homework is done,” Aya told Ken, fixing himself a cup of tea. “Omi, if you don’t get down here this instant we are leaving without you!”

A blonde shape that might have been Omi, it was a bit hard to tell since it was doing mach 2, was through the kitchen and out the door a half second later.

“Have a good day at work, dear,” murmured Aya, kissing Yohji on the cheek as he grabbed his keys to leave. Mary cooed over the display and looped her arm in his steering him out the door.

“Now we have to remember to pick you up something for the Anderson’s party on the 16^th. You were invited weren’t you? I swear Cecile mentioned something about getting Yohji an invitation.” Both of them turned to pin Yohji with matching inquiring looks and the blonde cringed.

“Uh…I think I got something,” he murmured, quickly rifling through his briefcase. File, file, paperwork, more paperwork, that candy bar he’d lost…ah! Invitation to some hoity-toity party one of the company’s clients was throwing.

Aya and Mary both frowned as he produced the slightly worse for wear envelope. It was plucked from his hand and clucked over as they left. “You can’t leave these things up to husbands, Aya. Now, come on, we‘ll drop the children at school and find you a wonderful dress for the party. Oh! That motion sensor you suggested was brilliant. My kids haven’t missed curfew once since we installed it.”

Aya smiled a serene little smile as he was lead out to the car. These housewives had certainly needed his input. Imagine not knowing how to set up and secure a proper perimeter! And he was more than ready to admit having benefited from their skills. In less than 24 hours he had completely cowed the rest of Weiss, was mastering how to walk in heels, and had learned to apply makeup to look like he wasn‘t wearing any. Who knew that women had such power? Women were clearly strange and confusing creatures…who couldn‘t drive if Mary Crane‘s driving was any indication!

He was tempted to leap from the car and kiss the ground once they stopped moving but settled instead for quietly thanking god as Mary lead him into the mall. He took a deep breath and pulled out his list. “A list? Oh dear, you won’t need that. Come along, we’ll find you something nice. Do you have a preference on color? Designer?”

As he was dragged deeper into the mall Aya couldn’t help but wonder if he hadn’t made a tragic tactical error in allying himself with housewives.

Four hours and ten shops later and Aya was still reeling. Who knew there was so much to being a woman? They had started in undergarments and worked up from there. He now had dozens of silky, lacy, little scraps of fabric that might have been underwear in some alternate universe and matching bras (carefully padded to an A cup). After that had been skirts and jeans, then blouses and dresses. He had nylons and garter belts and stockings and other things he didn't think he'd be able to even get into without help.

Then had come the party dress.

Aya stared at himself in the mirror, amazed by what he saw. The dress was sleek and black, sleeveless with a halter top. It fell to just above his knee and outlined his body perfectly. The material was soft and sensuous and slid against him in the most delightful ways. He didn’t just look sexy in it, he looked sinful. It was the single most sumptuous thing he'd ever worn.

And the things it did to him... As he stared into the startled eyes in the mirror he realized with dim shock that he looked beautiful. A fairy creature of moonlight and fire. The black dress made his pale skin nearly glow and made his hair look like freshly spilled blood.

“Oh darling! That’s perfect!” cheered Mary and as Aya stared at himself in the mirror he rather thought she was right. “We’ll need some proper shoes, of course.”

“And some earrings. Diamonds, I think,” murmured Aya.

"I'll tell the girl that we'll take it and they can get started on the alterations," cooed Mary as Aya returned to the dressing room, a little sad to give up the gorgeous dress. At least the dress he traded it for was more stylish than the horrible pastel floral prints the rest of Weiss had put him in. Tasteless bastards!

The sleek blue sheathe dress he and Mary had found looked much better on him. And it was far more tasteful. The shoes were still a problem he noted with a frown but how hard could it be to get shoes?

As he looked around the third shoe store Mary had dragged him to, he reflected that women had some deep and completely unholy fascination with footwear. Who knew there were so many styles or colors or designers? For shoes!?! He was willing to admit that the black Louboutins were darling, nothing but a strap across his foot and that gorgeous ribbon around his ankle, but those were for the party. After two hours of not finding anything he liked for everyday wear he was getting a bit annoyed. Although Mary had found him the cutest little sandals that would look just wonderful in the spring. And there had been the boots he had found. They weren't military boots but they were black and leather and went all the way up to his knee and had heels he could use to kill a man.

"Try these, dear," ordered Mary, shoving a box with the most adorable silver shoes in it at him. He slid the shoes on, studying them. They were the cutest little Manolo Blahnik sling backs. As he glanced at his reflection, he considered that perhaps, just perhaps, women were on to something with all these shoes.
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