Aomi is quite ornery

The ride home was painfully quiet, the noise of the radio broadcasts doing nothing to distract the two passengers from the silent fury of the driver, boiling and frothing like an active volcano ready to erupt.

Danjuro and Shioko sat in the backseat, eyeing each other as if hoping the other person had an answer or a way to assuage the frothing volcano, only to come up short, their voices refusing to speak.

When they arrived, Aomi said tersely, "Living room. Now."

Neither dared countermand her orders.

'Come on, Shioko. You've faced down serial killers, corrupt politicians, degenerate pedophiles and psycopaths of every denomination. This shouldn't be that hard.'

Shioko took another look at Aomi's face, and decided her tranquil fury was far too great to overcome.

'I stand corrected; I'm twelves shades fucked.'

They sat down on the table, frigid and cold, stiff like frozen cavemen, the bliss of sex and the cleansing shower completely forgotten. Aomi sat down, taking a deep breath, and then she spoke.

"How long?" She asked Shioko.

"Sorry, what?" Asked Shioko.

"How long have you been having sexual relations with my son?" Aomi clarified.

"I... um..."

Shioko scratched her head, her face blushing a deep shade of magenta.

"J-Just today."

"Just today?" Aomi inquired.

"Yes," Shioko nodded.

"So you haven't been having sex beyond today?" Asked Aomi.

"No, we haven't," Said Shioko.

Aomi nodded, and then asked, "Do you love him?"

"What?"

"Do you love him?" Aomi repeated herself.

"I... yes. Yes, I do love him."

This time, Shioko was not afraid, and when she gave her answer, her eyes held a resolute gaze full of steely conviction, focused and committed. Angry mother or no, Shioko had to say her piece.

Aomi softly smiled and nodded in approval.

"Then please take care of my son."

Shioko fell off her chair, flabbergasted at Aomi's words.

'Damn it, that's the third time I got caught off-guard today.'

"Are you alright, Shioko!?" Danjuro asked worriedly as he rushed to her side.

"I-I'm fine," Shioko assured, getting back up, "I was just surprised, that's all. I thought... you know."

"True, I am against my son hooking up with older women and then having his cherry popped by said woman," Aomi said, looking pointedly at Danjuro who looked away, "But... you are smart and dependable, and a strong woman who's weathered plenty. And you're really sweet sometimes, you know?"

"I, eh..."

"Don't worry. I approve of you two," Said Aomi, "Just, eh... take note of this: You break his heart or hurt him, I'll **** you. Get me?"

"I got you," Shioko nodded.

"Good," Aomi said as she stood up, "You can go cuddle each other in bed if you want."

Danjuro jumped for joy as he embraced his mother.

"Thanks so much, mom! You're the best!"

Aomi smiled as she returned the hug, before gesturing for Shioko to join in.

The Police captain shrugged, joining in the hug.