A/N: Spontaneous idea...I hope you like it. It's light hearted...mostly...
Prologue
What luck, Kaoru though sourly while her newest "catch" droned on and on about his work which, in her point of view, was rather dull. She was after all a contemporary artist which was more fun than listening to guy with his mouth half full talk about stocks. Just bat your eyes, nod your head, ask a question like "Why?" or "How?" to make it seem like you were interested. She wasn't going to call him again. She had no reason to.
Looking around the restaurant/bar this man decided to take her to, Kaoru caught sight of the dreamy bartender that she had been eyeing all night. She'd been here before and learned that he wasn't straight so he was out of the question. She smiled as she said, " I'm going to get more sake'," as an excuse to talk to the bartender who was acting his part as a woman this night. At least he was better than stocks.
"Well, konbanwa Kaoru-chan, what can I get you tonight?" he asked cheery. Kaoru put her chin down on the sticky bar and sighed.
"Maybe a nice scotch on the rocks." She said. Honjo Kamatari pouted toward her face.
"You don't seem like you're having all that much fun Kaoru dear."
He handed her the small glass of scotch. "Iie, I got another bad one."
"That doesn't seem like you. I thought that you would find someone that was as good as Enishi. The arrogant bastard."
"He likes blondes, what can I say?"
"I can say peroxide," Kamatari looked toward another customer as he ordered. "Besides, you deserve a lot better than this. I don't like it when you drink scotch. It's not a good sign."
Kaoru's shoulders bobbed as she continued to sip down the scotch. It burned at her throat, but it was her best bet to see past that boredom that she was about to go back to.
"What do you think I should do? I've tried the websites, and this is what I get. A fish out of water."
"I've really nothing much to tell you Kaoru-chan," Kamatari started to wipe the sticky off the bar. Somewhere in the middle of Kaoru's quiet and his cleaning, he stopped and looked behind him grabbing a few pieces of paper.
"This is something I got in the mail. It's useless to me, but maybe for you."
Kaoru took hold of the flier and started to scan it.
Your Dreams Inc.
Have you been having trouble finding that right guy ladies? We all have.
But we've come up with a solution to the pestering problem.
Any man you could think of, all you have to do is describe what you want in him.
We've already bred them, and if you don't wed them, your money is guaranteed a full refund.
All you have to do is call the following number:
Kaoru looked up at Kamatari with a quirked brow. There was that school girl innocence in him while he scanned her face.
"Well?"
"Look I don't know. It sounds like I'm about to get a robot."
"Oh no, I've seen women in here all the time with there dream guy. He's real, flesh and bone. They're usually good drinkers to."
Kaoru looked back down at the flier.
"I don't see why a guy would want to be trained to marry a woman."
"They're trained for a purpose. They attributes are enhanced. And they don't only want sex either. Unless that's what the women want."
Kaoru was starting to look at Kamatari suspiciously.
"How do you know this?"
The bartender shrugged, smiled and walked away.
Kaoru was still unsure as she read it over again. Her hand was starting slip into her pocket for her phone, but she stopped. She looked back toward her date that was sitting still and waiting for her to return. Then she realized that she would probably have nothing to lose by at least trying it out. Standing from the bar after throwing back the last of the scotch, she started out into the heat of the summer and dialed the number. Three rings and she heard,
"Moshi, moshi, this is Your Dreams Inc., how may I help you find your Mr. Right?"
Kaoru was trying to think of how to word things.
"I've been having a lot of trouble lately with men and I was just wondering how all this worked."
"Well ma'am, as women, we want the guy that we can connect with. So, Your Dreams specially selects men according to what the women desires."
Kaoru paused as she thought.
"Well, what would I need to do?" Kaoru asked shyly.
"We can work it all out over the phone if you would like ma'am?"
"Sure."
"Okay. My name is Korin; I will be your advisor while finding Mr. Right. If you ever need to speak to me, all you need to do is ask for me when you call."
"That's nice," Kaoru said, noticing a hospitality she hardly received. "What first Korin-san?"
"I will first need your name and age."
"I'm Kamiya Kaoru, age 22."
"And your occupation?"
"I'm a free lance contemporary artist and co-owner of the Kamiya dojo."
"Okay now, what is it that you want?"
Kaoru gnawed her lip to think of this one. What she wanted was hard to describe.
"Well...I want a guy who's sort of mysterious, and a little bit dangerous, but not too much. I was hoping for someone that when I talked not only listened but gave suggestions. And someone with manners and hospitality."
"Okay, that's great. I think we have the right guy. Just let me clarify this. Mysterious, slightly dangerous, listening and open..."
"Iie, not too open. I'd like to prod."
"Alright, and mannerable and hospitable?"
"Hai."
"And are there any special sexual qualities you will like from him?" Korin asked as though it were an everyday question. Kaoru blushed.
"Iie, iie. That doesn't really matter to me."
Korin was silent. "Alright," she finally said," and is their any specifics about his profile you would like?"
"I was hoping maybe late twenties, but not over thirty, other than that it'll be fine."
"Sounds great Kamiya-san. Now, I'm going to give you an address and I want you to come tomorrow and see if he looks right to you okay? Okay."
"Sounds good."
"Have a nice evening Kamiya-san."
"Bye."
The line went dead. There was a skip in Kaoru's heart while she nearly skipped into the bar again. She went up to Kamatari and smiled widely.
"Well?"
"They already have me someone."
"Beautiful. Beau-te-ful," Kamatari asked. "Here, have a bottle of sake', on the house."
"Arigato."
Kaoru went back over to the guy still ever still and set down the sake'. She was more excited than anything.
Finally, Mr. Right.
A/N: Well, tell me what you think. Till next time, KenSan out!
