Title: Militarization

Summary: Nothing hides as much underwater rocks as domestic tea talk.

Rating: PG-13, Nothing heavy.

"So, sweetheart, tell me"

"Tell you what, Mom?"

"I was talking to Kobayakawa-san another day..."

"Mou, that can't be good"

"...And she told me her son told her... More sugar?"

"No, that's enough, thanks. So, what did he tell her?"

"She says there's one boy from Deimon."

"...There are A LOT of boys there, Mom."

"You're blushing, honey."

"It's tea."

"If you say so."

Pause.

Clink of spoon touching a saucer.

Sigh.

"Fine! You won. I swear, you and Kobayakawa-san could make FBI investigators running away in panic! And stop smiling like that! Mom!"

"So, tell me now about him - and I'm not smiling."

"Tell you what? There's nothing between us, seriously."

"You're still blushing."

"MOM!"

"I'm just stating the fact."

"Well, we... he's at the same grade as me. And at the same club. We used to misunderstand each other, so to say. I mean, he's teasing me every day - mom, really, cut out this smile! "

"Oh, I'm just reminiscing. First love..."

"That was pretty mushy just now."

"You're just embarrassed, dear. I believe he's a good boy?"

Cough.

"Sort of. He's got the personality, that's for sure."

Pause.

"Actually, I think he's a good boy, yes."

"Oh, now I can't wait to meet him!"

"You – WHAT?"

Sounds of choking and coughing.

"But you just have to invite him to a cup of tea!"

"T-that's not a best idea, mom, I'm telling you."

"It's a wonderful idea!"

"Not so loud, mom! And it's terrible idea."

"What makes you think so?"

"Ah, come on, you know it by yourself! The same reason that makes us whisper on the kitche..."

"FUCKING WIFE!!! Damn machine got stuck again – how in hell am I supposed to shove this thing under the sofa?! Come here!"

"...while you somehow managed to convince dad into vacuuming the living room."

"And fucking daughter! Don't think the sound of this shit will prevent me from hearing your cooing! Damn pansy is goin' to make it to dinner at Saturday, and he'd better be fucking adorable. Mamo, you finish the cleaning – I'm going to basement to retrieve some rifles. That will be fun, kekeke."

Sound of moving away steps.

Silence.

"...MOOOM!"

A/N: That was actually posted on LJ a while ago, but I've stumbled upon it on my PC today and thought, what the hell, I can give it a try on FF too.