XXXHolic Fan Fiction ❯ Kitsune Bi - An xXxHolic Fan-Fiction ❯ Seven ( Chapter 7 )

Kitsune Bi - An xXxHolic Fan-Fiction
By Ookami Kasumi

All characters property of CLAMP
Warning: Mature (NC-17) - Yaoi content, adult language, mild violence

Chapter Seven

Watanuki Kimihiro stomped up the flagstone walk to Yuuko's uncanny mansion. He wanted a shower, a change of clothes, and then a list of impossible household chores, so that he could forget this day had ever happened. “This day just couldn't get any weirder!” He winced. Oh yes it could. In fact, it usually did. How could it not get any weirder? He lived in Yuuko's house.

Comparatively speaking, being chased by monsters was only mildly hair-raising. 

Sighing heavily, he grabbed the right-hand pull bar to Yuuko's double front door, opened it, and stepped through. “I'm…!” He came to a complete stop, his hand upraised, ready to set his bags down. “…back?”

Before him, on the polished step that marked the house proper, was Yuuko in one of the most extravagant outfits Kimihiro had ever seen. Her hair was piled up in a fantastic array of loops and coils precariously held with long butterfly pins that twinkled with glass baubles. Her sumptuous layered robes of scarlet, maroon, purple, black, and gold flowed across the floor, quite literally filling the small hallway. The broad gold and violet obi sash was tied in an extravagant butterfly bow in the front. She was not smiling. “Watanuki.” She held out his white coverall apron, the one with the hissing cat that Himawari had given him for his last birthday. “We have a guest.”

Kimihiro frowned. “A guest?” He set his bags on the step and toed out of his shoes. Not a customer?

Yuuko nodded. “I need you to make…” She grinned and rattled off a whole list of exotic dishes.

Kimihiro collected his apron from her hand and mentally compared what she wanted verses what he was pretty sure he had in the refrigerator and cupboards. Assessment made, he nodded. “It'll take at least twenty minutes to get the fastest one to you, Yuuko-san.” He shrugged into his apron.

Yuuko nodded. “That'll be just fine.” She lifted both hands. “Oh, and go to the vault and get…” She listed three different kinds of sake. She lifted a finger and waggled it. “…And use the gold and silver service.”

Kimihiro blinked and pulled the head kerchief from the apron's front pocket. The gold and silver set? Whoever this guest was had to be someone of importance.

Yuuko lifted her head to look past Kimihiro's shoulder. “Ah, Doumeki-kun, how nice to see you!”

Kimihiro cringed. He'd forgotten that Doumeki was right on his heels.

Yuuko waved a hand toward the hallway behind her. “First door on the right, there's a set of formal robes for you to change into.”

Doumeki nodded and toed out of his shoes.

Kimihiro stiffened. “How come he gets to wear robes?”

Yuuko's brow lifted and her smile broadened. “Do you really want to cook in long kimono sleeves?”

Kimihiro flinched. He had the ties to pull the sleeves back, but Yuuko's kimonos were all hand-dyed and embroidered with hand-spun silk thread. It was far too easy would do serious and irreparable damage to them. “No, but…”

Yuuko nodded. “I thought not.” She made a shooing motion with her hands. “Off to the kitchen with you!”

* * *

In a whirlwind blaze of speed, Kimihiro dashed to the vault. For once, he was grateful that Yuuko insisted that he clean out the entire monstrous room at least once a month. He actually had some idea as to where each item was stashed. Not that he would ever tell her that. After a short, but intense search involving a lot of bending and stretching, Kimihiro collected each of the requested items and dashed back out.

Balancing the three huge bottles and the broad teak box for the service, he raced to the kitchen. With only a minor bit of clinking and rattling, he set them all on the island counter and tore back out of the kitchen heading for his bedroom, and a shower. I am not going to cook and serve food while my body still smells like s-s-s…” He ground his teeth. …Doumeki. That was just rude.

He bolted through the door and right there in the middle of the room, he pulled off every piece of clothing he had on and dropped it where he stood. No time for propriety. He threw open his closet, pulled out the first pair of jeans and white t-shirt that came to hand, and made for the bathroom. “Ten minutes, all I need is ten minutes!”

He turned on the water and jumped in. It was not warm. “Ah! Shit!” He shivered hard and started scrubbing anyway.

The shower filled with the scent of vanilla.

Kimihiro froze for an entire breath, then screamed. “Meat-bun! You're so dead!” He kept scrubbing. There just wasn't time to find any other soap. “As soon as I get my hands on your pudgy black hide, I'm going to deep fry you and put you in Doumeki's bento for tomorrow's lunch!” He rinsed, shut off the water, toweled off at top speed, and started dressing.

His boxers wanted to stick to him in all the wrong places, and his jeans were a little…snug, especially on his butt. He frowned. Had he gained weight, or something? He shook his head. No time to think about that now! He pulled the jeans on through sheer determination, zipped, buttoned, and ran out of the bathroom while struggling into his t-shirt and kitchen smock.

The good news was that he actually got the shirt on the right way around. The bad news was that it was one of Yuuko's `gift' t-shirts. Ever since he'd complained about not having anything to wear but his school clothes, Yuuko had taken it upon herself to add to his wardrobe. Though why only t-shirts, was anyone's guess, and not one of them was appropriate to wear in public. The one he'd pulled on was no exception.

Across the center of the white shirt, emblazoned in pale blue was the phrase, `Junjou Romantica'. He'd discovered by way of a giggling Himawari that the phrase was actually the title of a Boys' Love manga series. Careful investigation on the `net proved that every single one of Yuuko's gift shirts, no matter how innocent they seemed, was related to a BL manga series in some way, shape, or form.

That Yuuko had a hentai streak came as no surprise what so ever. Her wardrobe was a dead giveaway, but he really wished she'd leave him out of her little…perversions.

Thank god for kitchen smocks!

He knotted the head kerchief on over his still wet hair, skidded into the kitchen and threw open the fridge. After tossing just about everything it contained onto the island counter, he grabbed for the cooking knives and started chopping at top speed.

Ten minutes later, he had the first bottle of sake heated, the first set of batter-dipped deep fried appetizers ready to serve, and the main course well on its way. He piled everything on the small rolling serving cart, along with a small pot of tea, for Doumeki. With his head held high and a profound sense of accomplishment, he headed out of the kitchen and down the hall to Yuuko's main sitting room.

It was time to see who Yuuko's guest was.

* * *

Kimihiro pushed open the sliding doors to get the cart through and stopped dead.

Yuuko lounged on the left hand side of her long, curved art deco throne. Her shimmering layered robes and artfully arranged midnight hair flowed over the curving armrest and pooled on the floor around her feet. 

The other occupant of Yuuko's throne had midnight hair that appeared to be every bit as long as Yuuko's. He wore it bound back with a complicated hair clasp that had branching antlers of blue glass rising upward over his head. His layered robes of azure, sapphire, silver, and black were tied closed with a midnight blue obi sash. The long black outer robe was painted with swirls of violet clouds and twinkled with glittering bead stars.

Kimihiro hadn't thought it was possible for anyone to have clothing anywhere near as extravagant as Yuuko's outfits. Apparently, he'd been sorely mistaken. He blinked. The clouds on the man's robes actually appeared to be moving across the fabric. He rolled his eyes. He'd seen Yuuko's robes do that before.

Yuuko turned to face Kimihiro. “There you are!” She smiled and gestured with her long silver and teak pipe toward the closed sliding doors that opened onto the garden. “We'll be dining under the moon.”

The visitor turned his head to look over at Kimihiro, revealing bright blue eyes under dark brows in an exotic face. The man's eyes widened, his brows lifted, and tall black pointed ears unfolded from under his hair. He shifted to fully face Kimihiro and three long black fox tails uncoiled from under his robes, all tipped in white.

Holy crap…! Kimihiro was suddenly very glad that his jaw was attached or it would have hit the floor with a loud clunk. It was the fox guy from the night before, only this time he wasn't in faded jeans and a t-shirt. He looked like a freaking prince.

The fox smiled, flashing the points of overlong incisors. “Ah, just the one I was searching for!”

Kimihiro blinked. He was searching for…me?

The fox turned to Yuuko and his smile tightened. “And I thought I was sly.”

Yuuko tilted her head slightly to the side and her eyes widened just a bit. “You were looking for my housekeeper?” She snapped open her fan and smiled coyly. “I had no idea you needed kitchen help.”

Housekeeper…? Kitchen help…? Kimihiro closed his mouth with a hard click of his teeth. That ungrateful, sanctimonious, bossy, pain in my ass, WITCH…! He seriously considered saying something, and loudly, but he didn't want to appear rude in front of her guest. Instead, he lifted his nose and wheeled the cart over to the large oval table by the garden doors.

Directly in front of the doors, Doumeki sat cross-legged on a broad cushion. He wore a short over robe of dark silver embroidered with a design of white feathers. The midnight blue robe beneath and his under robe of stark white, were tucked into black hakima trousers. His expression appeared to be perfectly bland, but his brows were slightly drawn together and a little lower than usual. He was not happy about something. However, despite the less than happy face, he actually looked rather nice.

Kimihiro shook his head. Who cares how nice he looks? He had the doors to open and a table to set, and the dolt was sitting right where he needed to be. He frowned down at Doumeki and waved his hand, indicating that Doumeki should move out of the way.

Doumeki looked up at Kimihiro and lifted one brow.

Kimihiro rolled his eyes and groaned. Does he have rocks in his head, or just a complete and utter vacuum? He leaned down just a little and whispered. “Do you mind?”

Both of Doumeki's brows rose, erasing the line between them. “Go right ahead.” His did not move from where he was seated.

Kimihiro pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose to stem the pain growing between his eyes. No rocks or a vacuum, just one solid block of cement from ear to ear. Scowling fiercely, he shoved his smock sleeves up to the elbows and made a big production of stepping all the way around Doumeki's cushion to slide open each of the doors, revealing a star-spangled night sky, and a sliver of moon. He didn't quite step all over Doumeki's pretty robes, but he dearly, dearly wanted to. 

Of course, if he had, Yuuko would have served his head for dinner. One did not dirty her clothes with impunity.

Once he had the sliding doors neatly tucked within the side walls, he lit the small candle lanterns that hung from the eves. He made another big production of dragging the large round table out onto the porch.

Doumeki shifted slightly to one side.

Kimihiro shot a glare in his direction. No thanks, I don't need any help with this table three times my size and weight. With a small amount of screeching from the table's squat legs, he got the heavy piece of furniture properly situated. He set out the cushions, then spread out the damask tablecloth and turned back to little cart holding the teak box with the gold and silver dining set.

He came face to face with a smiling Yuuko. “Set it for two, please.” She spoke so softly, he almost couldn't hear her. Yuuko pointed at the sake bottle in the warming pan and spoke in a far louder voice. “I'll take that!”

Only two places…? Kimihiro normally served Yuuko and whatever guests she had first, but he hadn't actually been banished from the table before. Well, she and her guest were dressed very formally, and he was…not. He supposed that it made sense.

However, that still left Doumeki out of the equation.

Kimihiro took a deep steadying breath, firmly bit his tongue to keep it still, and handed her the sake bottle.

Yuuko cuddled the warm bottle and grinned. “Such a good houseboy.” She reached out and patted the top of Kimihiro's head, then turned and flounced onto one of the cushions.

Houseboy…? Kimihiro felt his blood boil, his cheeks heating from the steam between his ears. He lifted a finger and opened his mouth to let her have it.

“What a lovely view.” The purring voice was soft, deep, and right behind Kimihiro.

Kimihiro stiffened. Eep! He hadn't even heard the guy approaching. 

The fox moved to the opposite side of the table from Yuuko. With incredible grace, he whisked his robes and tails to one side and elegantly sank onto the cushion without a single fold of his many robes, or a single strand of his hair, straying out of place.

Kimihiro wondered briefly how long he'd had to practice that to do it so smoothly. Never mind that! He knelt and began to set the table. With efficient precision, he set out the appetizer plates, water glasses, wine cups, tea cups, flower-folded cream linen napkins, the tiny butterfly chopstick rests, and the matching gilded teak chopsticks. Kimihiro then turned back to the cart to collect the small variety of appetizers, and laid them out on the table in a circular display. It looked very nice on the gold, silver, and black china set, if he did say so himself.

The fox's ears tilted forward and he smiled at the food displayed on the table. “My, my, did he actually make all this?”

Yuuko leaned one elbow on the table to pour sake into the nearly flat wine cup by the fox. “My Watanuki is a wizard in the kitchen.”

My Watanuki…? Kimihiro felt the hair on the back of his neck rise and his temper beginning to boil.

Yuuko turned and winked at Kimihiro. “There isn't anything he can't make.”

She's praising me? Kimihiro's pent-up steam slid right out of his head. A smile replaced his glare. “Thank you, Yuuko-san.”

Yuuko nodded. “How soon until dinner?”

Kimihiro clasped his hands. “Fifteen minutes to the first course, fifteen more to the main course…”

The fox lifted his head and sniffed. “I smell…vanilla?”

Kimihiro felt the heat flow right back into his face. Stupid soap… “Eh… That's from…dessert!” He looked around for the over-stuffed black pork bun, but didn't see the little demon anywhere. “I'm making…”

Yuuko cooed. “Vanilla pudding cake, Watanuki-kun?”

Kimihiro turned sharply to look at her. “Eh…” Did he have all the ingredients to whip one up in time? A mental check of what he knew was in the cupboards confirmed that yes, he did. He nodded firmly. “Yes! That's it exactly!”

Yuuko grinned. “Wonderful!” She lifted a finger. “Make sure to save yourself a slice for when you have your dinner in the kitchen.”

Kimihiro froze. He was eating in the kitchen? He wasn't merely banished from her table, he was banished from her company? Technically, he supposed it only made sense. The help did not eat at the same table with the master of the house and their guests. He'd just never really thought of himself as merely the help. A hollow pang stabbed him in the region of his heart.

Yuuko held his startled gaze. “And don't forget to set a place on the counter for Doumeki-kun.”

Kimihiro blinked. Doumeki was eating in the kitchen too? That was…different. Apparently, neither he nor Doumeki was good enough to be a part of her little party. He nodded and rose to his feet in something of a daze. Pushing the cart before him, he left Yuuko's sitting room. Out in the hallway, he suddenly realized that he didn't even know the fox's name. Yuuko hadn't introduced them.

He wasn't good enough for even an introduction? The fist around his heart tightened. He wondered briefly if Doumeki had been introduced, though he was eating in the kitchen too. At least he wasn't the only one being banished. The hollow feeling in his heart eased.

Kimihiro slapped his forehead. Crap! I'm going to be alone with him -- again! Syrupy warmth spread in his belly and eased downward. Maybe Doumeki would give him another kis--?

Kimihiro jerked to a halt in the hallway and stomped his foot. Stop that, right NOW! He shoved the cart forward and strode for the kitchen. This was no time to be thinking those thoughts.  He had a dinner to make, a cake to bake, and…

“Are you all right?” The voice was deep, practically monotone, frighteningly familiar, and less than an inch from his ear.

Kimihiro yelped and jumped, very nearly overturning the cart. He whirled around to face Doumeki looming right behind him. “What the…?”

Doumeki folded his hands into his voluminous sleeves. “You're acting stranger than usual.”

Kimihiro waved his hands and spoke in a harsh whisper. “I'm not acting strange, Yuuko-san is!”

Doumeki snorted. “Why? Because she wants you to eat in the kitchen?”

Kimihiro's spine stiffened. “But I've never…! She's never…!” Even though technically, as the hired help he should have eaten in the kitchen all this time. The steam went out of his fury. He turned back to his cart and started pushing. “I've always been good enough to have dinner with her, and her guests before.”

Doumeki stepped up to walk at his side, sighed, and rolled his eyes. “She's trying to keep you at a safe distance from that fox, idiot.”

Kimihiro's eyes widened and a shiver raced up his spine. “He's…dangerous?”

Doumeki rapped his knuckles smartly on the top of Kimihiro's head. “Hello! He's a spirit being? What spirit doesn't want to eat you?”

Kimihiro winced. “Ow!” He batted at Doumeki's hands. “The oden foxes don't! Why would he?”

Doumeki nodded at the cart. “Don't you have something on the stove?”

Kimihiro stiffened. Crap! The dinner…! He shoved the cart down the hall at top speed. Oh god, I hope the meat didn't burn! He tore into the kitchen, shoved the cart to one side, and dashed to the oven to check on the roast. It was fine, though it could use a little basting…

Doumeki grabbed a stool from beside the island counter, pulled his robes to the side, and sat. He lifted his nose and sniffed deeply. “So, what are you making?”

His thoughts full of the menu and the preparations he still had to make, he absently rattled off the list of what was for dinner. “…And vanilla pudding cake.” He turned and frowned at Doumeki. “Why are you in here, instead of out there, with Yuuko?”

Doumeki shrugged. “We're eating in the kitchen.”

Kimihiro frowned. That did, and did not answer his question. He rolled his eyes. Typical Doumeki non-answer… 

Doumeki's brows lowered. “You smell like vanilla again.”

Kimihiro sighed and reached for the basting spoon. “The pork-bun switched the soap in my bathroom too.” He knelt before the open oven and set to work.

“You took a shower?”

Kimihiro nodded. “I wasn't going to serve food smelling like…you.”

Doumeki snorted. “You mean like sex.”

Kimihiro stiffened, then rose and closed the oven with all the dignity he could muster. “I prefer to be clean when I cook.” He moved to the cabinets and started collecting the ingredients to make the pudding cake.

“Hm.” Doumeki's gaze followed his hands with undisguised interest. “That must have been fast shower.”

“It was.”

“And cold.”

“Yes, that too.” Kimihiro rolled his eyes. Doumeki was such a sparkling conversationalist…

“Tea?”

Eh? Kimihiro turned around to face him. “What?”

Doumeki looked at him with his brows up and his head slightly tilted. “Tea?”

Kimihiro frowned. “Tea?” He shook his head. “You want some tea?”

Doumeki's expression shifted to one of mild expectation.

Kimihiro sighed. He wanted tea. He took a deep breath and moved to the stove to make a pot. “Apparently I don't have enough to do.” He tossed a scowl at Doumeki. “Any other requests?”  

“Yeah, how about some…?” Doumeki rattled off a simple deep fried fish appetizer.

Kimihiro turned to look at the stove and noted the steam rising from deep fryer. The oil was still hot and he actually had that particular fish in the refrigerator… He froze utterly horrified. What am I thinking? He turned and shouted at the pain in his ass sitting in his kitchen. “I was being sarcastic, you ass! I'm not your servant! I don't take orders from you!”

* * *

Ten minutes later, the roast was out of the oven, the vanilla pudding cake was in the oven, and the first set of dishes were washed and put away. Kimihiro grumbled softly while setting the serving platters and side dishes to the first course on the cart along with the second bottle of warmed sake. “Jeeze, did she really need four different dipping sauces for this one dish…?”

Doumeki lifted his tea cup and poured another cup for himself from the small green pot. His plate was clean. He had devoured every last scrap of his requested deep fried fish snack. His gaze focused on the plates of food he was piling on the cart with avid interest.

Just to keep Doumeki from getting any ideas about messing up his carefully arranged platters, Kimihiro grabbed a random plate, forked over a few selections from each platter, and set the plate before Doumeki. “Stay out of trouble, and don't stomp around or my cake will fall.”

Doumeki waved a half-bitten piece with his chopsticks. “Mmm, good.”

Eh? Kimihiro froze and turned to look back at Doumeki. “You like it?”

Doumeki nodded. “Could use some…” He named a rather exotic dipping sauce.

Kimihiro set his hands on his hips and ground his teeth. “So sorry that I didn't have time to make that particular sauce just for you!”

Doumeki shrugged. “Next time.”

“Next time?” Kimihiro stabbed an index finger in Doumeki's general direction. “There will be no `next time' for you, you arrogant, insufferable, over-sized, bottomless pit…!”

Doumeki swallowed what he was chewing and looked over at him “When do you have to have that food out?”

Kimihiro froze. “Crap!” He turned and shoved the cart out the kitchen door and down the corridor at only two clicks over light speed.

* * *

Kneeling at the side of the table with Yuuko on his right and the fox-guy on his left, Kimihiro collected all the dirty trays, cups, and dishes, then set out the carefully arranged platters, dishes, and bowls to the first course.

Neither the fox nor Yuuko spoke a word.

Kimihiro found their silence and watchful gazes just a little unnerving. He reached over and switched the sake bottles. The one that had spent time on the table was bone dry, naturally. He lifted the pot of tea he'd also left on the table. Surprisingly, only a small amount of tea was left in the pot. Someone was drinking tea. He strongly suspected that it wasn't Yuuko. He replaced it with a fresh pot with a slightly shaking hand.

The fox lifted his chin, his blue gaze focusing on Kimihiro's face with a small smile. “So, this is merely your house servant?”

Kimihiro stiffened, startled by the sudden words, then ground his teeth in annoyance. I'm a part-time worker, not a servant!

Yuuko smiled. “He's not only talented in the kitchen he's particularly good at cleaning.”

Kimihiro's hands clenched on the dishes, his knuckles going white. That almost sounded like an insult. And there's no need to talk about me like, I'm not right in front of you!

“I see.” The fox lifted his shallow sake bowl. “How much do you want for him?”

Huh? Kimihiro froze. How much…?

Yuuko smiled and lifted her sake bowl. “Oh, I'm afraid he'd be very…costly.” Her gaze slid over to Kimihiro. “His debt to me is quite extensive.” 

Kimihiro felt the heat rush into his cheeks. It was the honest truth. He really did owe her an enormous amount, and not merely for his wish to be rid of the spirits that plagued him.

“Is that so?” The fox looked directly into Kimihiro's eyes, his smile friendly, but his electric blue gaze slightly narrowed and clearly assessing. “I'm not entirely without resources.”

Yuuko lifted her sake bowl. “And why exactly do you want him?”

The fox leaned back and shrugged. “I find him beautiful, and not just because of his rather spiritually attractive quality.”

Kimihiro rolled his eyes. That was one way to put his ability to draw nasty spirits out of the woodwork.

“He possesses a purity, an innocence, that just begs to be…” The fox's blue gaze slid to Kimihiro. “…Devoured.”

Kimihiro jerked back from the table so hard, he fell back to land hard on his butt. “Now wait just a minute! You're not eating me!”

The fox blinked then laughed. “Oh, you thought I meant that literally?” He lifted his sake bowl. “No, no, no… I just want to fuck you.”

Kimihiro stared. “Eh...?” It took a full breath before he could even process what the fox had just said. He wanted to…to… He wanted sex? He waved his hand. “But, I am not a girl!”

The fox chuckled. “I am well aware of your gender.”

Kimihiro tilted his head in confusion. “Then why…? Are you…gay?”

The fox snorted. “It is you I want. Your gender is entirely beside the point.”

Kimihiro tilted his head the other way. “Eh…?” Was that supposed to make sense? “I don't think I understand.” 

The fox turned and raised his sake bowl to Yuuko and grinned. “You see why I want him?”

Yuuko smiled. “Your offer is very generous General, but I'm afraid that my Watanuki is not for sale.”

Kimihiro felt the tension leave him so fast he slumped and practically melted into the floor. “Thank you, Yuuko-san…”  

The fox leaned forward and perched his chin on his raised fist. “Even if I should say, Yuuko-sama, the reason I was able to enter your establishment was because of my desire, my…wish, to have him?” The fox smiled, showing his long teeth.

Yuuko bit down on her bottom lip. “I…see.” She looked over at Kimihiro and sighed. “That does change things.”

“What?” Kimihiro jerked bolt upright and stared from one to the other. His gaze settled on Yuuko's unsmiling face. “Yuuko-san?” She wouldn't actually sell him to grant the fox's wish, would she?

Yuuko shook her head. “The price would be extremely high, General.” Her gaze focused on the fox. “Not only would the cost be very dear to you personally, the repercussions would be…almost universally devastating.”

The fox took a deep breath, focusing on the cup in is hand. “I thought that might be the case.” He looked over at Yuuko and his smiled faded just a little. “His spirit is unusual, but not…unrecognizable.”

Yuuko smiled. “I'm glad you understand, General.”

The fox tilted his head, frowning slightly. “What if I were to change my wish to…a single full moon? Can you part with him that long?”

Yuuko lifted one brow. “I have need of his qualities, intact.”

The fox snorted. “I have no interest in damaging his qualities.” His gaze drifted to Kimihiro. “Merely his innocence.”

Kimihiro shivered hard. Good god, the fox was not giving up. 

Yuuko lifted the sake bottle in a clear offer to refill his cup. “In that case, perhaps we can come to some sort of agreement?”

Kimihiro stared at his employer in total shock. “Yuuko-san?”

Yuuko snorted. “Oh don't look so surprised, I've rented you out before.”

Kimihiro scrambled to his feet. “Not for something like this!”

Yuuko set her chin on her upraised palm. “Don't you have something in the oven?”

Kimihiro stiffened. “The cake!” He was wheeling the cart out of her sitting room and back to the kitchen at top speed, when it suddenly occurred to him that leaving Yuuko alone with the fox that wanted to buy him was a very bad idea. Yuuko's greed was monumental. She had rented him out for weird missions before. He would not put it past her to hand him over in trade for some weird exotic trinket, especially if it was to grant a wish.

Kimihiro slowed to a halt in the middle of the hallway and groaned. Who would have thought that his…virginity would be anyone's wish?

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