Chapter Seven: Daisuke’s Curry Dinner…and Husband? Part 2

The older male introduced himself as Nanami Yutaka, heir of Nanami Research Facilities. To apologize for his behavior Yutaka took them out to a nearby restaurant. Luckily they were serving curry tonight. Daisuke ordered two servings while Tachi told the waiter to keep the sake coming. Yutaka wrapped his arm around the nervous brunette while sipping warm wine.

“So, when did you guys tie the knot?” Tachi questioned, snatching a bottle of wine from a neighboring table. All three of the business men sitting there gave him an evil eye. The blond lit a cigarette and blew the smoke right into their faces. Pleased by their phlegm filled coughs, he returned to his table.

“Well it isn’t official. You see when she was growing up, I was always babysitting her. She loved to play house with me. In those days, I was her one and only crush.” He responded looking into Daisuke’s bright eyes.

“How old are you?” Tachi questioned, before finishing off the bottle of sake. The waiter handed him another bottle and he slammed it on the table.

“I am currently forty two.”

“Forty Two, he’s old enough to be your father! How can you even make believe you’re playing house with that old fart!” Tachi blurted, pushing the sake off the table.

“Well, how was I supposed to know I was only six?” Daisuke giggled.

“I was looking for you; I would have never thought I’d find you here. I know what your parents are going through Dai-chan and I think I can help.”

“How can you help us?”

“Remember when we played house and had all those dolls as our kids. Well…I am in a situation where I need children, three at the most. It would make me so very happy if you’d marry me and bear my children.”

“This is not Inuyasha and you…you aren’t a monk!” The blond shouted pulling his student into his chest. “She doesn’t want to be with you that’s that!”

“But—“

“Your parents brought the idea to me. Think it over will you.” Yutaka smiled before leaving money to pay the bill. “I have a very important work to deal with. See yah.”

Nanami grew a beautiful smile as he flung his glossy hair behind his back. Women observed him yearning as he stepped out the restaurant. There was an anger emitting itself from Tachi’s body. He didn’t have a clue what was going on, but meant to find out. Daisuke pushed herself away from him and muttered, “Baka.” There was a desperate look on her face as though she wanted to follow the lilac haired gentlemen.

By the end of the night, Tachi was extremely drunk and needed the support of Daisuke. They caught the last bus back into town. Up hills and across roads, the drunken blond never seemed to let go of his sake bottle. She continued to drag him down the street as he sung a mixture of Shissous and a song from a tampon commercial. Out of nowhere he gained balance to stand on his own two feet.

“Have a happy period!” Tachi slurred, spinning around.

“You are really weird.”

“I run and run a thousand miles! Do you really wanna-do you reallay want to be that old dudes wife?” He smiled, hanging over her shoulder.

“I don’t know.” Daisuke replied, holding his arm so that he wouldn’t fall.

“Run away with me.” Tachi whispered into his student’s ear.

“Huh!?”

Whatever it was that was in that alcohol must have been mixed with some type of illegal drug. It made the girl jumpy. Was he in love with her? That would explain all his jealous reactions. She grabbed his shirt looking deep into his bloodshot eyes. If she was going to turn him down, it had to be quick, quixotic, and quirky.

“Sensei…I can’t, because I—“

Tachi rested a finger on her lip then ran to nearest bush. For five minutes straight the guy threw up all he had drunk. Mortified by the stench and wobbly movement, the girl decided it was only the alcohol talking.

“I was just kidding. I don’t want to run away with you. But I do want you to be my student. I want to tell you everything I know. And I don’t want some perverted old geezer getting in the way.”

“I am not going to marry him.” Daisuke smiled, allowing her tutor to drape himself over her body.

“Good…now mush! Take me to your place…I really would like some of that stew Miki made.” Tachi mumbled, trying to keep up with Daisuke’s pace.

Silence etched itself in the Kimura family home. There was a lone vase of flowers sitting in the middle of the kitchen table. A note that had been sealed with a wax stamp was underneath it. Miki was in the living room her eyes red with depression. Her husband was resting against the sofa loosening his tie. Bills lay stretched across the coffee table. Three petals fell from a single flower just as the door opened. Tachi hollered as he stumbled into the kitchen. Daisuke snickered as she locked the door behind them. Her sister in law approached her with a restless smile.

“I run and run…bigger than ever before…la…la…la. I am sleepy. “The blond fell in kitchen chair, and then his head hit the table.

“Nanami visited today.” Marion said plainly while reaching for a bill. “He said if we got you to marry him he’d forgive mom and dad’s debt. He even offered to help with the other bills.”

“What did you tell him?” Daisuke questioned balling up her fist.

“We told him to go to hell and leave those flowers behind.” The brother grinned, standing up. “We are in a bad financial situation. But it isn’t bad enough to sell out one of our own. Is it Miki dear?”

“No way.”

“I don’t understand why he is interested in me all of a sudden.” Daisuke sighed, turning on their family television.

On the TV there was a lineup of famous chefs fully dressed in proper uniform. Fireworks set off before a plump announcer jogged in front of them. In his right hand was a golden microphone, which he spun in the air several times. With the most exciting voice he could muster he said, “It’s time for Japans greatest cooking competition: The Culinary Cup! Do you think you have what it takes to be at the top? Sign-up for the competition via internet or in person at the address below! Winners get a 500,000 yen prize and a trip to France! So what are you waiting for!

“That’s it Daisuke! We are going to enter that competition. You can have the money and I will take the trip to France with my precious ex girlfriend! She’s sure to take me back then.” Tachi cheered half sleep.

“He is more pathetic than I thought he was.” Marion sighed, his hand rubbing the back of head.

“That much money sure would put a dent in mom and dad’s research cost to the point that Nanami couldn’t pester us anymore.” Miki pondered the idea. “Do you really think you can get Daisuke cooking that good?”

“Hey!”

“I sure can Miki-Miki! For I am the great Chef Himoto Tachi! Anything is possible…just add the magical absorbency of our tampons—“

Daisuke covered his mouthed then dragged him upstairs before her brother could say anything. The girl panted as loud as a car engine. Tachi removed all his clothes except for his silk boxers then he crawled into his student’s bed. Pouting Daisuke turned off her lights and headed for the living room couch.