Thank u for such encouraging reviews: Baka-chan, Jane, AKTAIY, anime07, matsujun lover... This chapter was finally made thanks to you!

Don't be dissapointed please.. I'm warning u: Our beloved Kaede and Ashita will not appear in this chapter. They've been reserved for Chapter 3. Some of the accidents here will be the base for chaos between those superpower mothers in Chapter 3. Wish u enjoy, read and review please!


Holy Mother's War

CHAPTER II: SOLVING TROUBLE TO MAKE A TROUBLE

"Tsukushi, you already mop it like…three times, you know?"

"Oh, yeah yeah…. I just….I feel there's soooo much energy inside me, Yuki! Can't wait to use it for good! Haah! Hey.. don't you feel Tokyo's a little hot today? I think we need a new AC here, ne?"

"AC? But…It's..it's....autumn already, Tsukushi.. And…..we're going to have winter soon..so.. eeeeh are you feeling sick? You must be sick to think that it's hot…"

"WHY in the world would I be sick?? The GREAT Makino Tsukushi NEVER gets sick!! Not even as all TV channels and magazines and tabloids and reporters are going to show her naked body to half of the world this Saturday, she will definitely-be-fine! Ahaa! That's my motto. Be-fine!"

Yuki felt a goosebumps cradling down her back. It's like talking to a Doumyouji-san, in a shrunk, tiny half-size version, who had straightened his octopus hair and grew some breast. Then she heard Makino laughing—It's so creepy that Yuki even considered on dialing that world-class playboy Soujiro to find out what happened exactly to her friend at school this morning.

"Tsukushi…"

"Whatt?"

"What happened at school today? Did something happen between you and Doumyouji-san?"

"Heeehh… you should start rephrasing your sentence, Yuki. Something ALWAYS happens as long as that thing exists on this earth. And don't you call him 'san'! It's good enough we didn't call him Moron-ji or Doumyousick!"

Yuki smiled. She knew something was up, and she only had to count 5 seconds before the very mentioning of his name opened the flood gate. One, two, three—

* * *

"THERE'S NOTHING WEIRD WITH THAT, RIGHT???!" It seemed that Yuki had given too much credit previously.

"I mean, every normal couple on earth will do that, right?? I bet Soujiro and Akira are even videotaping their love making scenes on bed !! So there's nothing should be worried right? Right?? There's nothing weird with displaying in a JAPAN'S CORPORATE GATHERING the picture of me grabbing Doumyouji while he was in his swim suit and I was in a very mini mini bikini and I was straddling him down on that sand with the beach sunset background and the sand was all over my hair and body and.. and..." She trailed off to inhale an oxygen supply. "…and I was. crushing. my lips. body. and hips above his -- madly, oh yes, mad— because somebody MUST BE MAD TO DO SUCH PERVERTED THINGS TO THAT BAKA AND THAT SOMEBODY IS ME!!"

Yuki was now standing at five meters from Makino as the fume of anger covering her up in a cloud like a smoke they had when they burned the dango shop's trash at night after the shop closed. But a lifetime of friendship prepared her how to deal with this. She offered her the daifuku she loved the most, and in the next five minutes, Yuki got all dished up about every single detail of the accident that morning.

"Ne, Tsukushi… I know you might be angry hearing this, but…I think you should consider the plan to escort Doumyouji this Saturday to that party."

"It's a corporate gathering!" She squealed.

"Oh okay..okay, this..corporate gathering, Tsukushi, is your only chance to get that picture back. At least you can make a deal with Doumyouji for him not to display it in that par- ..corporate gathering if you agree to be his date that night. Okay?"

She thought about it for a minute, an hour, a day. Since Saturday is only two days ahead, she marched her way down to Doumyouji mansion, welling up whatever shreds of dignity she had before knocking on that giant front door.

Hmm…..Here I go…

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"You don't have to look so neat when you're going to admit a defeat." a familiar irritating voice chuckled from a nearby opened window upon seeing his beloved girl nervously tidying up her collar and coat hem before knocking the door.

"Who..who the hell is going to admit defeat?? Open up baka it's freezing!"

Being ultimately irritated (and off guard, of course) by the look of his crooked smile and his scoffing sentence, she was still panting and preparing for another angry sentence when suddenly the door opened--------------- and in a less-than-one-second swift motion, two strong muscular arms were pulling her inside, imprisoned her with their horse-power forces and irresistible warm.

Tsukushi freezed.

She was so small, lost in that large sum of flesh and bones so that every maid who crossed by could only see their young master's back hunched down over something, something unseen in the door way. She was like a little pearl caught in a giant shell, like Belle when she was in the arms of The Beast, she thought. The only difference from that fairytale was that The Beast did not steal Belle's perverted picture and show it in The Mother Beast's corporate gathering.

"Hmmm.. you don't seem to be freezing at all," That line didn't help much to restrain her there for so long, especially after her latest waking up from the fairytale. Opening her eyes to meet that puffed chest, she could already see his smug grin from her place down there. "..Unless you really crave for such comfort in my hug," He flashed that bright smile so bright it could have blinded you by looking it straight.

"Who..who said I'm freezing anyway? The air is!" She defended back and blushed furiously while struggling free from his iron grasp. Shit, it's very difficult to deal with a beast especially when his warm's still clinging on your every skin cell. Oh, that reminds me—the deal.

She gulped.

"Doumyouji…..I - uhh…."

"Hmm?" Seeing her hesitating was so irritating to him. "What is it?" Everytime Makino succeeded to muster up her courage to ask something from Doumyouji, he squealed happily inside. He knew he would give her anything she asked; even if he had to go to hell and fight Zeus to get it for her. Wait, that's Hermes. That's Hermes, right?

"I-uhh…I'll make a deal with you. I will be your date to that stupid corporate gathering this Saturday, but I have one condition. You give back that picture to me, and every copy that you've made from it since you stole it yesterday," "I promise I'll behave nicely," Huh! That should be his line! "And I…"

"You'll wear the dress I bought for you." He finished her sentence firmly, grabbed her on the wrist, and dragging her all the way into his room.

"Okay.. Eeh? Wh-what??! What dress? I'm not going to wear something so slutty and open, you know!"

"Yeah… that bikini in the picture looks veeeery closed," he sneered. With that one, he shut her up and shut the door behind them as well.


"All right. What's the big idea?"

Doumyouji didn't answer. He was busy racking his enormous closet trying to find that dress. "Here," He handed it to her, which looked more like a handful pile of very smooth fabric in her hand. "Try it. I'll buy you a new one if it doesn't fit. Oiy oiyy Makino! What're you thinking? Don't change clothes in closet! My dressing room is there," He pushed her into a room full of mirrors, full of golden lights complete with an abnormal sets of expensive male dressing equipments, that she bet even the most famous salon in Japan did not own them all.

Makino narrowed her eyes, eyeing Doumyouji cautiously. "Then what are you doing here?"

"Eeeh..? Well I.. Well I'm….I'm just…afraid you'll crash that thick skull of yours into these mirrors because you see…hahaa.. .you never got into such a flushy room like this before hahaa..."

"It's flashy, baka, and I'm fine. Get out!" *Banggg!* She slammed that door before his very nose.

Damned that woman! When we're married I'm gonna see her dressing every single day with my own eyes! What's the difference if I see it now?? O yeah, that reminds me. I'm NOT going to make ANY DRESSING ROOM in the future for her! Ahh Tsukasa, what a brilliant future husband you are….

"Hey you pervert. What're you dreaming huh?"

He turned back abruptly from his pervert daydreaming, thanked her silently for saving him from a nosebleed. Unfortunately, what's provided before him now was going to cost him more than a nosebleed.

There she was, standing, with the perfect curve framing her slim figure. That dark blue dress was perfectly contrast to her white creamy skin... revealing her beautiful legs... wrapping half of her tender body with a generous opening in the back... exposing her tempting collarbone, her shoulder blades... and that beautiful neck with delicious smoothness and taste that he knew too well…..

"Doumyouji. Doumyouji, you all right?" She was now holding his head up; nursing the back of his head as his seventy-five kilograms body hit the floor. It didn't help him though- the very sight of her at this less-than-one-feet distance could only bring more severe dizziness to his already mashed brain. God, she looked like The Goddess of Aphrodite. Wait, that's the goddess of war, right? No, no, my Makino can't be the goddess of war.. We'll be fighting to no end and— "Okay.. I'm gonna get you some tea and aspirin," she moved to stand up.

"No, no," He grabbed her shoulder. "Aphr—a-anything you want, anything, don't leave."

Ugh, what a stubborn guy. "Okay..I'm here. I'm here. Come on, let's get you on the couch." She crossed his long arm above her shoulder and helped him stand. "Uughh… you weigh a ton! I don't know what'll happen if I'm pinned under such….." She trailed off and blushed furiously as the image of that picture flashed before her eyes, clearer as ever, only the two main characters there are switching position. "—N-never mind!! Hey…previously, did you just say, 'anything'?"

"..I did?"

"Yeah..And.. Umm.. I don't want to upset you or something, but ummm… Am I allowed not to wear this?"

Doumyouji snapped. "Wh-what did you say?!" All his dreams to see The Goddess of Aphrodite in flesh were shattering in an instant.

"It's too tight, Doumyouji. I can't breathe in it. I bet I can even tear it apart if I sit with you now on this couch."

He looked up at her. She was looking down at that dress, stroking it gently with her hand with sad eyes. Her hands were caressing that dress, back and forth... as if she cherished every second of her being in that butterfly's wing-like dress.

"I don't want to embarrass you in that event. If your mother's going to be there, I want to look perfect, Doumyouji.. But I can't be sure that a diet program can make it in two days. I don't realize that I've becoming this fat.. I'm sorry…,"

She wasn't stupid. She knew exactly why he fell earlier, and that made her felt beautiful, cherished, precious. She would do anything to see that happiness glint in his eyes again, and that had something to do with wearing this dress.. But she knew how important this event for his future is, and she will not be the one ruining it because of some stupid dress tearing.

He couldn't help himself from kissing that hard-thinking forehead of hers. "What're you worrying at, silly? I'm buying you a new one now."


"Okay. Nishida will have it all done for you. He'll end up at two meters below the Kazahiya Graveyard tonight if it doesn't fit you this time. It'll be in your apartment tomorrow." He ordered one of his drivers to take her back as they were walking down the front door stairs.

When the limousine came up, she turned back to face him, and stand still. Her eyes were boring into his every eye and soul.

"Wh-what? O yeah, you haven't got a lip kiss today." He bent down to quickly lock his lips on her, afraid of losing this platinum opportunity as he knew very well that the emergence of Halley comet might seem more ordinary than a moment where his Makino requested to be kissed. Literally.

His jaw was caught swiftly by a hand, her hand, as she was gripping it with each edge of her nails. "You promised," She threatened.

"Oouu?" Poor Doumyouji's mouth was twisted forward by the force.

"Picture, baka. My. picture."

He reached down without looking to his pocket and gave it back to her. She took it with another free hand and shoved it to her skirt pocket. "No copies?" The stared was suspicious.

"Nuuw nuwww,"

"All right, then…" She hardened her grip on his mouth, drawing it closer to hers. Her sweet breath was tickling his lips already; it was driving him crazy. Her eyes were locked on his lips… moving teasingly from his lips to his eyes…back to his lips again… up and down…

Get it done already woman! U're killing me! Doumyouji stretched his lips forward to such impossible extent.

Then she tilted her head… moving closer.... slowly…

……

And Doumyouji's jaw ended with bruise for smashing his front yard concretes so hard.

"Bye Doumyoujiii!! See u on Saturday!" Her crazy laughs were still heard as the limousine's speeding out from the mansion gate.

"Damned that womaaaan….. If I don't love her that much she's better looking for a decent grave by this very second! Ugghh…shit that hurts!" He nursed his bruised jaw and turned back straightly into the house.

The wind was going colder, and wilder, pulling all the yellow and orange leaves out from the branches…twisting them in the air before they landed on the grass, making another homework for the poor gardeners.

Little did Doumyouji know, as Makino released her grip suddenly and rushed for the limousine door, the picture flew out swiftly from her skirt pocket, and ended up nicely at the lowest step of stairs of The Doumyouji mansion front door.

Another black limousine was entering the gate.


Okay.. so that's Chapter 2. If u're wondering why the mothers haven't been here yet, they've been reserved for Chapter 3, where some accidents here will lead to chaos these mothers will have in that next chapter. O yeah.. I'm having my master degree interview this Monday, so wish me luck! If it goes right it'll help a lot to this story hehehe... ^.^

Hmm.. Thank u for reading and review please..! ^_^