Chapter 4: when it rains it pours/ Osoro Shidesu 2

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I'm sorry about the wait but work has been tiring and unpredictable so I've not had the chance to sit down to write for a good amount of time.

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Osoro's POV:

When I woke up I was stiff as a board, but I was warm and comfortable, I opened my eyes to see the dying embers in a fireplace, at this point I was confused. I don't have I fireplace in my home. Suddenly everything came rushing back, I had spent the evening with Wisteria, we had tea and toast, oh my god! I fell asleep in the chair!

My eyes widened at the realization at what happened, as I sat up I felt a heavy quilt fell to my waist, that's when I began to notice that someone set the chair to recline as well as provide me with pillows and a blanket, I smiled slightly at Wisteria's kindness.

While I wanted to lie back and snuggle under the blankets again, but I knew that the old man would flip once I got back home, so I climbed out of the chair and staggered towards the doorway of the living room, as I searched the wood of the door to find a knob I heard feet padding towards the door. I heard the door knob turn and watched the door open to a rather sleepy Wisteria, clad in a royal blue floor length nightgown and fluffy white robe reaching her calves, something that was truly adorable, though I hate to admit it.

"Oh you're up, I know I shouldn't keep you but do you want breakfast?" She asked, as she opened the curtains only to reveal a horrific downpour, typical but fitting to my mood along with what is bound to happen eventually.

After a few minutes I found myself standing in a warm but roomy kitchen, watching Wisteria whizz around making toast, bacon and eggs along with an assortment of edible goodies, that was until we heard a pounding on her front door. Wisteria left the kitchen to see who it was only to learn that it was the obnoxious red head from yesterday.

"Why weren't you answering!" The boy demanded.

"I was cooking and it's Sunday! I don't have to answer to you about it" Wisteria snapped as she once again entered the kitchen with the boy behind her. The boy in question was already dressed in a pair of slacks and his spotty shirt, his eyes widened in recognition of me.

"Why is he here?" He exclaimed pointing at me, his hand quivering slightly.

"I invited him in, and yes I know the rumours about him, but it's no ones business but mine seeing as I'm his tutor at school, besides I don't have to answer to you or anyone else!" Wisteria snapped back.

"Now what did you want from me at this hour on a Sunday morning trailing water around my house?" She went on to enquire, causing the boy to go pink with embarrassment.

"Mom wanted to make sure you're alright and not killing yourself on caffeine, after all you're living on your own, or not as the case may be" he said narrowing his eyes at me.

"I don't know what you're implying, but Wisteria has been nothing short of the perfect hostess, plus I fell asleep in the chair, she retired to her room" I nearly bellowed in her defense.

"And a real gentleman never asks a lady about her private life, anyway did you want something else?" Wisteria said sternly as she added another plate to the table, obviously seeing that the boy had ulterior motives.

"I hoped you'd join me for a movie this afternoon" he said, his blush going darker by the second.

Wisteria sighed and rubbed her forehead, I could see a blood vessel on her left temple becoming more defined as it pulsed with stress.

"Well, let's have our breakfast before it's spoiled, I assume you'll be joining us, then you can leave us to get washed and dressed, you can come and collect me later, I'll let you choose what we see" she replied after a long suffering sigh. We all sat down in a rather awkward silence and ate our breakfast, I could see the boy's eye's dart between me and her as we ate.

Once the dishes had been emptied, Wisteria went to stack them only of the boy to get up and take them off her.

"Go on, I'll do the washing up while you get ready" he said softly as he walked towards the sink with the dirty plates.

Wisteria smiled as she turned to leave the room and head upstairs to have a shower, once she had left the boy who was doing the dishes turned to look at me critically.

"you know, I have no idea what she see's in you but I'm warning you if you hurt her, the black devil will become the black mouse" he threatened.

I rolled my eyes as I tried to smooth the wrinkles out of my rather rumpled shirt, while I knew I was going to be in trouble when I got home, I didn't want to make it worse by looking like an urchin.

After about 10 minutes Wisteria came in looking fresh and awake, wearing a pale blue cotton house dress with a black and knitted cardigan with white maple leaves embroidered on it along with a pair of milky white tights and a pair pale blue and black heeled pumps, simple yet so beautiful, I couldn't help but survey her from head to toe taking in her European elegance, the other boy went bright red, it was quite amusing.

"I best be going" I told her as I turned to leave, grabbing my coat as I headed towards the door.

"Take care then" was all I heard Wisteria call out before the door shut behind me. I took the bus home, wondering what the old man will do to me when I get in.

Wisteria's POV:

To say I was shocked would be an understatement, especially since I had never been on a date with anyone before, but I was glad I did all of that shopping a few weeks ago, sure the outfit wasn't fancy but it will do. Mind I didn't understand why the guy's blushed when I came in though.

I was worried about this afternoon seeing as this will be my very first date, I didn't know how to act or what to say, it felt so weird, normally I was confident in my abilities now that the Dursleys were out of the way, I was allowed to work to my best and fullest potential meaning I was a high achiever. So why was I nervous now of all times.

Once the guy's had left I began to frantically pace, watching the clock as it ticked away merrily, pulling at my pony tail slightly I eventually decided to stop pacing and sit down to my needlework, mainly darning some old tights of mine, as I threaded the needle I heard a knock at my door.

"Coming!" I called as I set down the tights and walked to the door, opening it to find Osano rubbing the back of his head, blushing furiously.

"Well, You coming?" He asked, his voice sounding a mix of nervousness and impatience.

"just a second" I replied chuckling softly as I retrieved my purse, shoulder bag and an umbrella, opening it as I exited the house sealing the door behind me.

"So what are we going to see?" I asked Osano, curious to what he'd picked out for us to see.

"Moon and Cherry, I don't know all the details but it's supposed to be a good film" He replied trying not to stutter.

"Okay" I said not knowing what to think about the idea.

Once we got to the bus stop, we began debating on who was going to pay for what, Osano said he wanted to treat me to the film and the snacks, but I said that he didn't have to do that( I didn't want him out of pocket because of me) and that I'd pay for the snacks if he bought the movie tickets, Osano protested at first but he soon quieted down once I explained why I offered to pay for the snacks.

We chatted until the bus arrived I shut and put my umbrella away, once we boarded and paid we sat together still chatting, weather it be about school, current events or the newest anime on the telly, while I was still new to anime I enjoyed it and found myself glued to shows like Hakuouki, Ghost in the shell, Ouran high school host club (though I'd never admit that one) and Nanbaka I found it quite the change from western animation, mainly because anime touched on a lot of subjects that a lot of western animators dearen't touch because of perceived sensibilities.

Once we arrived Osano took my hand and lead me through the crowds along with the sea of umbrellas that came with them towards the cinema, his hands were shaking slightly almost as if he was trying to defuse a bomb blindfolded. Mind it's probably because of the crowds and me that he's shaking.

At the cinema Osano goes to the ticket counter while I head to the snack counter and checked out the huge array of treats to choose from, swallowing I looked through the various sweets and options of popcorn. After a few minutes I bought two bags of toffee popcorn, a tub of gummy sweets and two bottles of melon soda. I paid the attendant and walked over to Osano with our treats, his eye's widened at the sight of the amount of treats I bought.

Once we found our seats we got settled, ready for the movie, we talked quietly until the lights dimmed and the previews appeared on the screen. After about ten to twenty minutes the actual film began, unfortunately I found the movie rather unpleasant, due to the lack of plot and the high amount of sex leaving me silently wishing for a power cut, I turned to look at Osano who had gone a shocking shade of puce and shaking violently, clearly embarrassed about his choice, I quietly pitied him, in order to soothe his nerves I tried to take his hand in mine for a few minutes the shaking continued until it slowed to stillness, acknowledging the comfort.

Once the eighty two touturouse minutes ended we fled the theater, humiliated at what we put ourselves through, we walked around until we found a café sequestered away in the corner of what I would describe as a miniature town square. As we ate and drank we laughed about how horrifying the movie was in our opinion, poor Osano kept apologizing for taking me to that movie, and sadly all I could do was laugh and how neither one of us where to know about the movies content.

By the time we had left the café night had fallen and our laughter had diffused any embarrassment about the films content, and the rain had dissipated to a clear night, with a myriad of stars clustering a fine crescent moon. The coldness of water replaced by a mild autumn warmth. As we walked to the station I slowly came to the conclusion that while the film was absolutely terrible, I enjoyed Osano's company, I admired his perseverance to overcome his embarrassment to make the date actually enjoyable.

However the walk to the station was summarily wrecked when out of nowhere someone on a bright yellow scooter sped past, through a huge puddle, spraying us with cold, filthy water, soaking us both to the bone.

"watch where you're driving! Bastard!" I bellowed at the top of my lungs.

I was about to go after the person only for Osano to grab my hand, pull me close and hug me tightly letting the warmth he naturally emitted envelope me, letting my anger fade I leaned into him breathing in his scent, allowing a sense of calm wash over me.

"let's go" he said softly as we turned to continue our journey.

Once we got to the station we boarded our bus back home, I couldn't help but snuggle into him during the ride, soon enough I felt his hand rub my arms trying to warm me up causing me to look up at him to see that for the first time since I had met him he wasn't blushing or going bright red, this certainly was a change, but whether it was good or bad I didn't know, after a few minutes I began to feel drowsy, I just couldn't help it but I let myself dose off against him.

It wasn't long before it was time for us to leave, and for some reason not only did I not want to wake up, but I didn't want this ride to end, I didn't know why I didn't want this ride to end, but I had a feeling it was because of either Osano or the fact that I felt safe for once in my life. My train of thought was broken when the bus finally jerked to a halt, I opened my eyes to find that we reached our destination. Quietly I rose to my feet only to feel Osano's hands gently clamped down on my upper arms preventing me from falling as we walked off of the bus and up my front garden path, carefully I fished out the key to the door, sadly my hand kept shaking from both the cold and the embarrassment of falling asleep on Osano.

"Let me" Osano said softly taking the key from me and putting it in the lock.

Once in the house we went and sat in the living room for a bit until Osano noticed that I was still shivering.

"Go upstairs and get changed, I'll get the fire going" he told me as he got up and walked to the fireplace.

I walked up stairs, pulling my wet clothes off in the process, once in my room I hunted down my nightie and dressing gown, which I had conveniently hung on the electric towel rail, I smiled as I pulled on the warm nightwear, glad to have them on I also grab a towel for my damp hair and began to walk down the stairs, only to find all of the damp clothes had been picked up.

No one's POV:

Curious about her missing clothes Wisteria continued walking downstairs only to find the laundry room light on. Wondering why light was on she began to walk towards the laundry room, she stepped onto the cold stone floor only to let out a screech of shock from how bitterly cold it was.

Once over the shock she walked towards the laundry room, she opened the door only to see her clothes in the washing machine whirling away happily and much to her shock, Osano bent over a cast iron tub washing her cardigan.

"Osano, What are you doing?" Ask Wisteria, trying not to smile.

"What does it look like? Dummy" he replied as he wrung out the cardigan and hung it on the airer to dry.

Wisteria wanted to ask why but thought against it knowing it would probably make things worse, sighing she walked to the kitchen and put the kettle on, after a few minutes she heard the laundry door shut and heard Osano walk towards the living room.

While waiting for the kettle to boil, Wisteria took out her favourite cornishware teapot, milk pitcher, mugs, sugar bowl and a plate. Carefully she climbed up onto the counter like an unruly child, and reached for the biscuit jar only to nearly fall backwards with the extra weight on her upper half. After both feet where safely on the ground Wisteria placed a nice selection of biscuits and cookies on the plate, by which time the kettle had boiled allowing her to make the tea.

Placing everything on a tray, Wisteria brought it all through to the living room, placing it on the coffee table near the fire. Once sat down, Wisteria poured out the tea and curled into the squishy sofa, while Osano laid back on the recliner with his tea.

Once finished, Wisteria placed her mug on the table and snuggled back into the cushions and quilts and let her eyes start to close, Osano noticing her eyelids beginning to droop, smiled and got out of the chair and walked over to her.

"I think it's time for you to go to bed, and for me to head home"he said.

"What? Why?" Said Wisteria in between yawns, as she sat up.

"That's why" replied Osano laughing.

Osano left as Wisteria started the trudge up the stairs to her room, as soon as she heard the front door close, she walked into her room and slumped against the door running a hand through her long hair.

"What the hell am I playing at!" She muttered to herself, ashamed and frustrated at her own actions, especially letting her walls down, but he was so kind to her, so gentle. Wisteria shook her head as she staggered towards her bed and collapsed on it, pulling her thick, warm duvet and quilts up over her, and succumbing to sleep.

Little did she know, Osano stood in the back garden until the light went out in Wisteria's room, content that she was safe and out like a light, he slipped through a loose board in the fence into his own garden, slipping silently into his own home, desperately trying not to wake his younger brothers and sisters or his mother for that fact.