Tenderness 2
This is a sequel to "Tenderness".
A slight warning: I have never read the manga and know absolutely nothing
about how Eishun is supposed to be, so please have patience with any
and all OOC behaviour.
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When Konoe Eishun arrived unexpectedly
at the school, his daughter Konoka had been ecstatic to see him. He
had met with his father-in-law briefly and then snatched both Konoka
and her constant companion and protector, Setsuna, away from their classes
for the rest of the day in order to have a pleasant and leisurely dinner
in the park.
Somewhere after the enjoyment
of the meal and during easy conversation and relaxing in the sun, Eishun
had dropped the bomb.
Suddenly Konoka was not so
glad to see her dear daddy after all.
As things turned out, Eishun
had not arrived at the school for the sake of his only child, but rather
for the sake of his student. That part Konoka did not mind, in fact
it would just have made her happy to know that her father showed that
he cared for the stoic young warrior that never seemed to realize just
how deeply she was cherished.
Oh no, the problem was why
Eishun had come to meet Setsuna. Konoka's father had on behalf of
the Shinmeiryuu come to attend... Setsuna's omiai.
Setsuna's reaction had been
to knock herself between the eyes with the hilt of her sword Yuunagi
and promptly fall off her seat. The dark-haired warrior recovered quickly
and scrambled back up on her chair, where she proceeded to clutch her
blade with white fingers and, with a look of wide-eyed horror, stutter
helplessly in an attempt to speak.
As amusing as Eishun found
the girl's reaction he found his daughter's to be even more so,
and carefully schooled his face not to betray anything. His daughter,
having recovered quickly from her moment of open-mouthed disbelief,
was busy glaring at him dangerously with eyes gone pitch black with
anger and, Eishun suspected, jealousy. He put an unreadable smile on
his face, hoping neither girl would notice the amusement glittering
in his eyes, and pretended not to notice his daughter being hopping
mad and his young student in a state of shock so severe she could barely
walk, and ushered them along on the path back to the school.
Gleefully Eishun spoke of the
hotel where the meeting was to take place, how he had rented a private
conference room with a nice view over the ocean, moving on to mentioning
that it was a pity the meeting could not be held in Kyoto but at least
it would be a stylish establishment with all the required arrangements.
His daughter interrupted him in a voice that was pitched noticeably
darker than usual, and without the easygoing cheer that otherwise was
Konoka's trademark.
"Daddy!" Secretly Eishun
was waiting for Konoka to stomp her foot as she had done upon the rare
occasion she as a small child had been very angry. "What do you mean,
Secchan's omiai? Why would you arrange an omiai for Secchan in the
first place?"
The sound of Konoka's voice
broke through Setsuna's daze enough for the confused girl to turn
towards father and daughter with wide eyes, clutching her prized sword
to her chest as if she had forgotten it was a weapon. Eishun almost
felt sorry for the confusion he was causing his otherwise so skilled
and capable student... almost.
"Oh Konoka, of course I am!
You know Setsuna-kun is like a member of the family, and when I was
approached with this offer for her I realized at once what a splendid
opportunity it was to ensure for her future prosperity and happiness."
He beamed at the girls, meaning every word he spoke. He was just not
revealing all he knew, that was all... and it also did not hurt that
with that simple statement Eishun had neatly removed any ability Setsuna
might have had to muster up a protest.
Curiously both girls blushed
at his words, Setsuna with down-turned eyes and a shy if somewhat torn
expression on her face, and Konoka with a very strange, semi-strangled
expression that seemed odd indeed for her. Neither girl found their
voice for a moment, and Eishun took the opportunity to plough on.
"The meeting will take place
fairly early tomorrow, so I'm afraid you'll have to come with me
when we return to your school so we can do our outmost to prepare for
tomorrow. We are among other things going to go shopping for formal
attire for you Setsuna-kun, and I have arranged for a tailor to be expecting
us in roughly an hour's time. Don't worry, you will have some help
in choosing something suitable for you as one of your friends from class
has so kindly offered her services for your omiai, to provide that feminine
touch." Eishun grinned at the girl that stumbled suddenly. "I expect
we shall be quite busy until the meeting takes place, Setsuna-kun."
"Daddy!"
"Erm, M-master?" Setsuna's
hushed voice gave Eishun the perfect excuse to ignore his glaring and
adorably pouting offspring for a moment longer. "When you say a friend
from class, sir, who exactly... ?"
"Ah, it is Evangeline-san
who has so generously offered her aid in your omiai. She is no doubt
expecting us for the preparations, and of course my honoured father
does so as well."
"DADDY!"
"Yes princess?" Eishun
was all pleasant smiles although his daughter was practically gnashing
her teeth at him. Really, he should not be enjoying her discomfort so
much, but his sweet-natured child had only thrown temper tantrums at
very select opportunities, and to witness one now, at this age, especially
when knowing what he did of the plans his father-in-law had laid out
for him, it was all going to be a very cherished memory to look back
at in years to come.
"..." Konoka hesitated
for a moment. "What about me, daddy?"
"Hmm? You, my dear daughter?"
"Yes, me!" Konoka struggled
with herself internally, on one hand there was a voice screaming that
if there was any kind of ‘feminine touch' required for her
Secchan, Konoka would be the one to provide it, and another voice asked
if it was such a great idea to volunteer to be present when her beloved
Secchan would be introduced to a potential marriage-partner. "If it
is alright to bring Eva-san, then why can't I be there too, for Secchan?
I have been through lots and lots of omiai and I'm pretty sure Eva-san
hasn't."
"Why that is a great idea,
princess!" Eishun enthused, smirking inside at how well he knew his
daughter after all. "I am sure Setsuna-kun will be relieved to have
you by her side through this." Setsuna nodded gratefully although
she still looked absolutely ready to bolt.
"Oh yes, that was true..."
Eishun feigned having recalled something and put his hand on Konoka's
shoulder as they walked. "Your grandfather expressed some dissatisfaction
with your kimono on your latest omiai, I believe, so I brought you a
bolt of fabric with me from Kyoto to make a new one. I am certain we
will manage to find a tailor willing and able to fit you and have the
kimono finished by morning."
He smiled down at his daughter,
for the moment only thinking of how pretty she would be in the pale
fabric with the cherry blossom pattern that he had selected for her.
Konoka nodded in acceptance although she was bewildered as to what exactly
was wrong with the green outfit she had worn for her latest omiai, and
why her grandfather had never mentioned to her that he disliked it.
The matter was unimportant anyway, since her sole purpose during one
of her own omiai was to get out of them as soon as possible.
"Well, Setsuna-kun... I am
supposed to tell you a little about the person you are going to meet
tomorrow. This person is of a prestigious family, is of your own age-group,
intelligent and does well in school..." Eishun led them up the gravel
path towards the buildings, pretending not to notice how his daughter's
scowling glare returned with his words. "...well-liked, popular, has
a likeable personality... ah, I suppose I said that already."
Setsuna looked if possible
even more pale.
"Don't worry Secchan."
Konoka linked her arm with Setsuna's, a determined look on her face.
"You just have to appear, sit and be bored for a while, and then you
tell them ‘no'."
Their eyes met and Konoka spoke
softly, her voice and demeanour taking on a protective tone. "I'll
be right there next to you, I won't let anything strange happen to
you Secchan."
In her father's direction
she said "Daddy, we'll go along with this meeting tomorrow, but
that's it. If Secchan doesn't like this guy you've found, you
have to promise not to set her up on any more omiai... ok daddy?"
"Oh, I only had Setsuna-kun's
best interests in mind." Eishun feigned some surprise. "But if that
is what you wish, then once this omiai is over I will not force you
through another, Setsuna-kun."
He turned to face the girls
for a moment, flashing them the wide and amused smile that he had been
fighting to keep off his face. "But did I say that the omiai was with
a man? How careless of me. Naturally the person hoping for a good match
with Setsuna-kun is a young lady."
Both girls gasped, froze in
place, and turned beet red.
"Now now, what kind of teacher
would I be if I had not realized such an obvious thing about my favourite
student?" Eishun chided gently and made for the entrance for the building.
As he opened the door he threw
a smile over his shoulder "And Setsuna-kun? This young lady has a
reputation of being quite a beauty."
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It was late in the evening
when Konoka finally made it back to her dorm room, having since the
startling revelation regarding her father's purpose there and his
intentions for her Secchan had found herself in flurry of activities
that, besides just plain being annoying, kept her from her black-haired
companion save for a look shared in passing. She had stopped by Secchan's
room before staggering to her own, but the young warrior had yet to
return, most likely still being run ragged by Konoka's father and
grandfather and their crazy ideas.
With a deep, heartfelt sigh
Konoka threw herself face first on her bed, weakly acknowledging her
roommates surprised greetings with a wave of her hand, still processing
the day's events internally.
Since her grandfather had insisted
that Konoka wear a new kimono for Setsuna's omiai if she were to attend
it, Konoka had spent nearly all what remained of her day first in search
of a tailor able to do the work on such short notice, and then being
fitted and otherwise involved in the making of her outfit. A rare vain
streak had surfaced when Konoka realized that the obi she had worn with
her previous kimono would not be a good match for this new one, and
with a sudden and desperate need to look her very best Konoka had spent
a good amount of time purchasing one that would.
Making arrangements with the
hairdresser for early the next morning also took time, and during the
visit she decided that new hair ornaments were in order to further go
along with her new outfit, in short Konoka ran through the shopping
district like a crazy woman until the last stores were closed.
Once returned to the campus,
the young heiress was tired to the bone, confused, upset and just a
bit heartsick. It had been confusing at first, this fierce need to make
sure she would look nothing short of the very best she could, and her
impulse to put such effort into her appearance when she never did more
than absolutely necessary for any of her own omiai. It came to her after
a while though, a realization accompanied by the echo of her father's
comment about the girl that was out to steal her Secchan! going
to be presented as a possible match for Secchan.
She had a reputation of being
a great beauty, daddy had said. And suddenly Konoka just knew she could
not afford to be anything short of stunning herself, because... there
was that nagging doubt eating at her heart. What if this person was
really as pretty what if Secchan thought she was really pretty, what
if Secchan liked her more and likeable like daddy said?
A tiny voice in her head, a
voice that sounded eerily like a certain cigarette-smoking panty thief,
told Konoka to just run to wherever Secchan was, tackle her to the floor
and shower her with kisses until no-one else mattered.
Konoka lifted her head to send
a brief glare in Chamo's direction. That plan didn't work if she
didn't know where Secchan was, anyway.
The frustrated scream Konoka
belted out into her pillow had both Asuna and Negi jump and look at
one another with wide, almost frightened eyes. A small gesture from
Asuna and Negi dashed off into the tiny kitchen to prepare some tea
while Konoka's long-time roommate and friend sat down on the bed next
to the prone girl.
"Konoka? What's wrong?"
The lanky redhead patted Konoka's shoulder, managing to coax the brunette
to turn around and sit up. The expression on her friend's face only
managed to turn concern into alarm however. "W-what? What is it?"
In fits and starts Konoka told
her friends what had happened, her story gaining momentum as she spoke
until Asuna had to snatch back the mug Negi had given Konoka before
they were all wearing the tea that was being sloshed about with Konoka's
agitated movements.
"Oh Asuunaa... what if Secchan
likes her more!" Konoka wailed at last into a pillow taken hostage
after the mug had been plucked from her grasp. Soft sobbing and shaking
shoulders followed, causing the bewildered Asuna to scramble to hug
her crying friend.
Negi on the other hand paled
and scrambled about putting all the materials for his experiments –
and other liquids – securely out of immediate sight and reach. Asuna
spared the boy a half-hearted glare, but couldn't be bothered to argue
at the moment.
"There, there..." She patted
Konoka on the back awkwardly, trying to sound comforting. "I'm sure
that's not possible. Setsuna thinks the world of you, you know."
"...really?" Konoka stopped
sniffling to give Asuna an intense stare that made the other girl fidget.
"Y-yeah..." Asuna wondered
just what she had gotten into. "So, uh, Setsuna's looking to get
married, then?" Oops, that was very much the wrong thing to say.
"NO!" The wet dark brown
eyes narrowed dangerously. "This isn't Secchan's idea! She had
no idea about all of this, someone just approached daddy and he didn't
know better and..." Konoka trailed off into dark mumbles that Asuna
was sure she didn't want to hear.
"I don't know how daddy
could do this!" Konoka complained suddenly, clutching her pillow tighter
while her lower lip trembled pitifully. "Doesn't he know that Secchan
is... that Secchan is... Secchan..."
"Secchan is my Secchan!"
Silence followed the plaintive
cry, in which Konoka seemed to finally unwind some, merely sitting there
hugging the pillow with Asuna scratching her head as she sat beside
her friend. Negi tried to be as quiet and unnoticeable as possible in
order not to interrupt their talk, knowing himself to be far out of
his depth in a conversation that had veered into the dangerous area
of relationships and emotions.
"Well..." Asuna said carefully
after a while. "I suppose I'm not entirely surprised. The two of
you always seemed... almost like you were dating, or something."
Instead of correcting Asuna
on her assumption Konoka found herself asking instead "Does that...
bother you?"
Asuna flashed a wide lopsided
grin and leaned the side of her head against Konoka's. "Me? Nah,
of course not! I... nah. I wouldn't be." She hugged Konoka who smiled
for the first time since entering the room and hugged back.
"I always kinda thought the
two of you made a cute couple." The last bit came with a wink that
made Konoka's smile widen a bit and gave the girl a rather pleased
look. "So... you're going to be dressed to knock Setsuna's socks
off tomorrow, huh?"
"I'll try." The usual
twinkle was returning to dark brown eyes. "And that means I should
really go to sleep if I don't want to arrive at the meeting with my
eyes bloodshot and with dark rings around them."
"Good thinking." Asuna
chuckled slightly. "Anything I can help with though?"
And there was. Asuna promised
to make sure Konoka got out of bed the same time as Asuna herself did
next morning, no matter what it took. It was a promise she fulfilled
with little difficulty as the nervous Konoka practically flew out of
bed on her own accord when the alarm rang, but nonetheless Asuna kept
Konoka company, full of cheer and pep-talk, on the way into town before
Asuna had to go deliver her newspapers.
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The morning flew by in a hectic
flash, and far too soon for her frazzled nerves Konoka found herself
carefully walking through the lobby of the hotel that, as it turned
out, was located suspiciously close to campus grounds. An elevator ride
later and Konoka was performing a last critical survey of her appearance
in a full-length mirror in the hallway outside of the conference suite
where the omiai was going to be held.
She looked... pretty, Konoka
decided, the kimono with its hues of pink, pale pink and white was actually
quite a bit more flattering than its predecessor, her hair had been
brushed until it shone before being partially done up in an elaborate
style accentuated by the pink, white, and red wood hair ornaments. Would
it be enough?
Normally Konoka was not a person
prone to vanity although she was well aware of the fact that she was
an attractive girl. Enough people had praised her beauty over the years
for her to be cognisant of this, but until recent events it had not
been something she had concerned herself with. With her Secchan summoned
to an omiai however, her appearance was of outmost importance... Konoka
was going to do whatever she could to ensure that her beautiful black-haired
warrior's eyes were firmly fixed on her where they belonged.
The possessive nature of her
thoughts made Konoka blush slightly for a moment, but she was quickly
shaken from her contemplation when the doors in front of her opened
and Chachamaru of all people appeared to escort Konoka inside.
The main room was empty save
for being lavished with furniture, the meeting instead being held in
the somewhat smaller and more traditionally decorated room beyond that
and facing the glass balcony, and it was there Konoka found the others
waiting.
Five people were seated at
the low table, and Konoka scanned the faces quickly, unconsciously searching
for her unknown rival. There was grandpa, Miss Minamoto from school,
and opposite them daddy, Eva-san and... Secchan.
Everything else just faded
away when the two girls got a good look at one another.
Secchan was dressed in white
and blue, her glossy black hair pulled back in a different type of ponytail
than the one she usually wore and tied with a long narrow blue ribbon.
Even sitting down she managed to cut an impressive figure in her new
outfit, and Konoka felt herself blush slightly just looking at her handsome
Secchan.
Whatever concerns Konoka might
still have held regarding her own appearance were completely dispelled
with Secchan's more than satisfactory reaction upon seeing her. The
young warrior's eyes grew wide as saucers, and with a sudden violent
jerk Secchan grabbed hold of the person nearest her, apparently completely
without noticing. Evangeline cursed under her breath but otherwise said
nothing as she discreetly pried the death-grip off her dress jacket
and, in a tiny gesture of kindness that she was not exactly known for,
carefully returned the hand to its owner's lap.
The smile that Konoka gave
her Secchan as she made her way towards the empty seat in front of the
other girl was a particularly sweet one, and it made Secchan blurt something
out in a longing tone of voice that brought a fierce blush to the shy
girl's cheeks.
"So beautiful..." Secchan
breathed before catching herself and, deeply embarrassed, avoided facing
the looks of the people seated at the table by staring intently at her
hands.
Konoka blushed as well, pleased,
and giggled softly with happiness. "Thanks Secchan." The warmth
of her tone drew Secchan's gaze back up towards herself as if Secchan
just couldn't help it. "And you look... gorgeous."
Evangeline cleared her throat
and smirked at her blushing classmates. "Now that we're all here,
shall we get this meeting started?"
That caught Konoka's
attention.
"We're all here?" She
looked around her, noticing for the first time that there were no other
spaces left by the table now that she had taken her seat. "But...
what about..." Secchan looked as bewildered as Konoka felt.
Next to Konoka Minamoto Shizuna
spoke up. "I hope you do not mind that I am here Konoka-chan. The
principal asked for my aid in representing you for this omiai, apparently
the principal felt a woman's perspective was needed."
"Representing... me?"
From opposite end of the table
Eishun cut in, grinning widely as he was speaking to the equally confused
Setsuna. "So, Setsuna-kun, didn't I promise that the young lady
would be a beauty?"
The two girls stared at one
another as if the other would provide some clue as to what was going
on. Then, as if on cue, both sets of dark brown eyes widened in comprehension.
"Me!" Konoka's
hands flew to her face in excitement. "Oh daddy, are you saying that
you want me to marry Secchan?"
When Eishun chuckled softly
and nodded at his practically squealing daughter, Konoka immediately
turned towards the cheerfully grinning old man that unbeknownst to her
had orchestrated the whole event.
"May I, grandpa? May I really?"
"Setsuna-kun would make an
excellent partner for you, and you have my blessing." Konoemon said
in an attempt at sounding at least somewhat dignified in the face of
his precious granddaughter's overwhelming happiness. Internally he
was already patting himself on the back for a job well done.
Big brown eyes watered up as
Konoka turned to face Secchan again, biting her lip and subtly beginning
to bounce in place. Finally with a shriek of joy Konoka could no longer
hold back and bolted to her feet, rounded the end of the table, and
launched herself at the seated Secchan. Suddenly flattened against the
floor the black-haired girl still managed to instinctively catch her
precious ojousama in her arms as they went down.
"YES! Oh YES!" And then
Konoka enthusiastically pressed her lips to those of her beloved Secchan,
eagerly demonstrating her love and her joy in a prolonged kiss.
Eventually the world filtered
back in, and it was accompanied by giggling and several people clearing
their throats. The two flew apart, or rather Setsuna flew upright and
away from Konoka, whom happily scooted after her and attached herself
to the violently blushing girl's arm.
"Alright then, like I said
before... let's get this started." Evangeline said, smirking slightly
at her classmates before focusing on the people facing her. Konoemon
began laying out the usual type of thing, and so the cumbersome process
of planning Konoka and Setsuna's future began.
Except of course that neither
girl heard a single word.
Konoka was leaning heavily
on the other girl, looking up at her beloved Secchan with such utter
adoration in her eyes it completely stole Secchan's breath away. Which
was alright since when Secchan's eyes followed the path one of her
hands were lightly tracing down Konoka's face until it reached her
lips, it was as if a magnet had been turned on, irresistibly pulling
them together... and Secchan breathed in a puff of hot air slipping
directly from Konoka's lips...
"EXCUSE me!" Evangeline
rapped her hand against the table loudly in order to get Konoka and
Setsuna's attention. "Are we boring you terribly with planning how
to get the two of you married?" The small blonde sounded somewhat
sickly sweet and she was rolling her eyes at them.
Blushing and apologizing the
young couple straightened out and faced the table. It seemed they had
missed quite a lot while being engrossed in each other, as somehow the
usual details already seemed to have been hammered out – neither girl
knew that those details had in fact been decided upon beforehand, in
a lengthy discussion between Konoemon and Eishun in which Evangeline
had butted in and taken it upon herself to represent Setsuna's interests
– leaving a curious kind of negotiation procedure performed by Evangeline
and Minamoto Shizuna that left even the instigator of the omiai watching
silently in awe.
"Evangeline-san, I believe
we can agree that a wedding, should one occur, will be held in Kyoto
unless somehow arrangements cannot be made for all involved to be transported
there, in which case it will take place in Mahora." Shizuna stated,
apparently finishing a conversation Evangeline had stopped to bring
Setsuna and Konoka to attention.
"If you can assure me that
this arrangement will include a vampire and a robot, I'll concede."
Noticing the surprised glances from her two classmates Evangeline added
gruffly in an aside "Don't get me wrong, I'm just trying to make
sure I get a vacation to Kyoto again in a couple of years."
When the two girls nodded obediently
at her words Evangeline gave them a long, somewhat mischievous look
before addressing Shizuna again. "What about living arrangements?
If they get engaged I think the least they can ask is to get to share
a dorm-room."
"I'm sure that is a reasonable
request, however we must have Konoka-chan's reputation in mind. Living
with her fiancée years before the marriage is quite... unorthodox.
Should word come out..."
Evangeline snorted. "How
will anyone know if they just live in the same corridor or if they live
in the same room? Besides, there will be rumours regardless..."
Konoka gasped and interrupted
the bargaining process. "I can get to share a room with Secchan?"
She immediately turned shimmering large brown eyes on her grandfather.
"Grandpa, I want to live with Secchan! Can I, please?"
Shizuna tried to hide her chuckle
behind a hand, while Evangeline just shook her head and smirked. "You're
ruining our fun, you know?"
"Hmm... unless my son-in-law
wants to protest it I suppose that can be arranged, although it will
take a while." Konoemon couldn't help grant his precious granddaughter's
wish, and besides, he knew her well enough to know that now that the
idea had been planted Konoka would be living with Setsuna no matter
what Konoemon allowed or not.
When nothing was heard from
Eishun but an approving and amused mumble, Evangeline volunteered to
help Konoemon arrange the living situation later on. Shizuna picked
up the next item on the agenda.
"Now that the living situation
has been seen to I believe you could concede the name issue. It would
be preferable if Setsuna-kun had her last name changed to Konoe at least
before the engagement becomes official."
Whatever Evangeline was to
have countered with was interrupted by Konoka.
"Secchan, are you ok with
changing your name?" She turned to take a closer look at her beloved.
"Se-Secchan!"
The black-haired girl had turned
a shade of deep burgundy which just could not be healthy, especially
not for someone whose natural complexion was so fair. On top of that
her eyes, which shone a sickly surreal white against the redness of
her face, were unfocused and swivelling as if the she had already fainted
in her seat and just forgotten to fall over.
Setsuna and Konoka were quickly
excused and helped out on the balcony where Konoka could keep Setsuna
company as the fresh air might help her recover. The rest of the group
would continue the conversations just fine without them, and it was
clear that young Setsuna would not be able to take much more.
Ten minutes later, conversation
inside the room came to a halt once more.
"Konoka!" Eishun called
to his daughter, the open door to the balcony letting his voice reach
her quite easily. "You realize that you and Setsuna-kun are standing
in front of a wall-wide window, don't you?"
"Then don't watch
us, daddy!"
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