Chapter 5: The Date

Yamino put Kiki down on her doorstep, and smiled at her. Kiki smiled back, and for a while, they didn’t say anything to each other, and just looked at each other, smiling. After a while, Kiki turned to go back inside, but Yamino stopped her.
“Kiki, look,” he said, “I know this may seem sudden, but would you like me to take you out, somewhere…”
“On a date?” she asked. Yamino blushed and nodded.
“Yeah, a date.” Kiki smiled.
“I’d love to, just tell me when.”
“Well,” he said, “I have tomorrow free to do what I want, so tomorrow night at Kagome.” Kiki smiled.
“That sounds great! See you then~” she walked back inside, and Yamino went home as well.
Yamino walked over to Kiki’s house the next night and knocked on her door, dressed up in his nicest clothes, which weren’t unlike his normal ones.
“Just a minute!” he heard from the other side. He waited, and Kiki walked out: she had her hair pulled up gracefully, bands of crimson framing her face; her eyes were particularly glistening tonight; her lips were smooth and glossy; she was wearing a flatteringly cut red satin dress, and she smelled faintly of lavenders.
“You look beautiful, Kiki,” Yamino said, smiling. Kiki blushed.
“You look nice too, Yamino~” He smiled and hailed a taxi into town. After a short drive, they arrived at Kagome: a formal restaurant that served elegant cuisine. Yamino stepped out of the cab, and then helped Kiki out, and they walked inside. A stuffy man was standing behind a podium with a large book in front of him.
“May I help you two with something?” he asked a bit sharply.
“Yes,” Yamino started, “I made reservations for two. Under Yamino—“
“I’m terribly sorry sir, but that name is not on the list.” Yamino leaned in and put a hundred-dollar bill on the book page.
“I’d look again.” The man stared in disbelief.
“R-right this way, sir.” He lead them to the best table in the whole restaurant. Yamino pulled the chair out for Kiki, and then once she was seated, he sat down and opened the menu. Kiki smiled, and watched him. His hair was pulled back in its normal fashion, but looked sleeker, and as his eyes darted across the page, she could’ve sworn his pupils turned to slits. Just thinking about him the way he was the day before aroused her. Yamino looked up.
“Is something wrong, Kiki?” he asked. “You haven’t even touched the menu.”
“Whatever you get, I’m fine with.” She said, her face slightly flushed. When the waiter came over to take their orders, Yamino ordered two orders of duck over rice, with extra sweet dumplings, and a bottle of the finest red wine. The waiter bowed slightly, and walked off.
“So,” Yamino said, “What do you like to do, Kiki?” Kiki looked at him.
“What do you mean?”
“You know, what are your hobbies?” Kiki smiled.
“Well, I’ve been trying to get someone to display my art somewhere…” Yamino smiled.
“What kind of art?” Kiki blushed gracefully.
“Oh, whatever the day feels like. Some days it’s an oil day, while others it’s charcoal.” Yamino nodded in interest.
“Well, I’d like to see some of it some time, if I’m not being intrusive.”
Oh, no, not at all~” The waiter came back with the wine. Yamino poured himself and Kiki healthy glasses, and they chatted until the food arrived. Yamino let Kiki take the first bite, and she liked it a lot. And they watched each other eat for a while. Yamino noticed that Kiki finished the sweet dumplings first. Kiki glanced up at him when he thought she wasn’t looking, and she could’ve sworn his tongue was a little longer than it was supposed to be. And the way he ate was making her mind drift down paths it never had before, and she had to cover the front of her dress to hide her arousal. By the time they were done eating, they were both tipsy, and staggered out to the taxi, and laughed the whole way home. Yamino walked her to her front door.
“Well, Kiki,” he said, smiling, “I had a most pleasant evening with you tonight.” She giggled.
“Likewise,” she said. Then she stood on her tiptoes and kissed Yamino. He kissed back, putting one hand on the small of her back. She blushed and pulled away.
“Good night, Yamino.” She walked inside, turned, and winked at him. He smiled.
“Night.” He smiled and walked home, blissful at what that wink could mean.