Misao stared glumly out the window, while absently twisting her thick braid around her finger. Things were not going well with Aoshi. In fact, it would be safe to say that things weren’t even going.
        “It’s not like I’m getting any younger,” she muttered. “I’ll be seventeen soon. Then he’ll never want me. Who’d want a seventeen year old fossil anyways?”
        She sighed loudly. “I need to come up with a plan of action. One so brilliant and so cunning that it will surely deposit Aoshi-sama right into my arms. Maybe I should spike his tea with...um ...something.”
        Suddenly she recalled something that she had heard Sano say once. “It only takes a little whiskey, to make the maidens frisky.”
        “Aoshi-sama frisky?” she giggled. “That would sure gel well with me. Maybe that’s what I should do. Put some whiskey in his tea. Then he’ll actually talk to me instead of trying to gain inner peace.” She made a face. “I hate inner peace.”
       Without any warning, the was suddenly a loud POOF of smoke. Misao coughed. The dust settled, revealing a little lady with sparkly wings who was wearing a shiny, metallic pink kimono and a cone-shaped matching hat on top of her small head.
        Misao shrieked with horror and did the first thing she could think of. She Ke Cho Kicked the little bugger. Unfortunately, the flying thing had a magical wand and she zapped Misao who landed on the floor in a heap.
        “That’s what you get for trying to Ke Cho Kick you own Fairy God Mother!” the little lady in pink announced and blew the smoking tip of her wand. 
        Misao glared at the offending matter. “FAIRY GOD MOTHER???!!! WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN????!!!!”
        The Fairy God Mother sweatdropped. “You don’t know what a fairy god mother is?”
         Misao frowned. “Who ever heard of fairy god mothers in Meiji Japan?”
        “Hmm, I see your point,” the Fairy God Mother said and smiled. “I’m your very own Fairy God Mother, Makimachi Misao. I’m here to grant you a wish.”
        “A wish?” Misao repeated. “Why are you going to give me a wish?”
        “Because that’s what Fairy God Mother’s do,” she explained patiently. “Now what kind of wish would you like?”
       “I can have anything I want to?” Misao asked, stunned. “Wow, that’s a lotta wishing!”
       Her Fairy God Mother nodded and smiled indulgently. “I’m required to do your bidding, Misao. Its’ all part of the contract.”
        “What contract?” Misao asked curiously.
       “Er....never mind that. Have you thought of what you’re going to ask me?”
      Misao walked paced around her room, trying to come up with a good wish. There was so much she could ask for. Oh the possibilities were endless. 
        “I could make that Aoshi character fall in love with you,” 
her Fairy God Mother suggested, after a long bout of silence. “That’s what you want the most, isn’t it?”
        Misao stared at her wide eyed. “I can wish for stuff including people? I was just debating over new, sharper throwing knives or whisky to make Aoshi-sama....” she trailed off, too embarrassed to say the rest.
       “I did say anything,” her Fairy God Mother reminded her. “Anything at all.”
        Misao was amazed. This flying fairy lady could make Aoshi-sama fall in love with her? Amazing. Now Aoshi-sama would always be hers. 
        “I want you to make Aoshi-sama fall in love...” Misao suddenly stopped. A thought had just occurred to her. If the Fairy God Mother made Aoshi fall in love with her, then it wouldn’t be him. He wouldn’t be loving her of his own will. She didn’t want that. She 
wanted him to love her without any other interferences…except maybe a little whisky. 
         “I change my mind,” Misao said. “Instead of making Aoshi-sama fall in love with me, I’d rather that you made him…um…happy. Happy and talkative. If he’s a cheerful, chatty guy then maybe he’ll be more inclined to fall in love with me.”
       “That sounds like a wise plan,” her Fairy God Mother commended. “I’ve seen your Aoshi-sama. His face looks like it’s made of steel. That man’s got issues, I’d say. A little smiling and some good old fashioned fun ought to go the man good.”
      “Yeah,” Misao agreed. “He can be such a grump at times.”
      “Well I’d better be off. That man will take a bit of work,” she said and disappeared in a POOF of smoke.
       Misao coughed and then laughed. Aoshi-sama smiling and talking? This was going to be one site to see. She sat down on her bed and impatiently began to wait. Minutes turned into an hour and soon Misao was fast asleep, dreaming about her new and improved Aoshi-sama.