/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>45000837
(3/4)
I relent for the third or fourth time that day and go left instead of a right. We take in the sights of the bamboo forest for awhile longer before I feel a tug at my sleeve.
“Stop here. There’s less bunnies around and help me down while you’re at it, I want to sit on the porch.”
Again, I help my angry sack of potatoes from one point to another and am surprised when she pats the space beside her.
“Sit.” She commands.
As I do, she throws her blanket around both our shoulders and huddles closely to me. She’s close enough that I can smell the fruity fragrances of her hair. Some kind of Inaba shampoo? It wasn’t bad. Wonder if they’d let me sell their recipe.
“Don’t get any ideas. It’s cold as hell out here, I can barely speak, and I don’t want that old hag, stupid slutty bunny, or any of the small pink ones overhearing this.” She growls in hushed tones, noticing my surprise.
“Are you going to shank me with that scalpel?” I earnestly ask.
“Are you gonna grope me again like last night? Damned pervert.” She replies.
“The staff’s betting were lovers or something. I just kept up the illusion” I shrug.
Her eyes narrow.
“Okay, okay, maybe I was wondering if Amanojaku had a heart for situations where it might be pertinent to my wellbeing.” Like right now.
“Shove it. A full staff of lewd bunnies and you go after the comatose girl. Grow a pair and molest the ones who can fight back for once you coward.” She scolded.
“Right right, noted, now if you can answer some questions-“ I begin
“Nah-uh-uh. Were doing this on my terms mister Goro ‘the deal vulture’. I’ll tell you what’s going to happen when it’s good and time.”
Great. I love it when the client completely dominates the conversation. The Hell Gangs loved pulling this same stunt as a macho power play and it was equally useless for them. If somebody wants to mess with gang stuff a few suites and overly rigid manners isn’t going to stop them, but you know what might? One sociable person that can read the customers tells. Although I guess that’s why they call them ‘the muscle’ and not ‘the mouth’ or ‘the brains`. Augh, this was all bringing up bad memories.
Besides, it’s not like there was some fatigued woman clinging to me in those situations, which wasn’t completely disagreeable. Maybe Seija had more tact than I thought? Time to test the waters a bit.
I reach out my arm and, slipping it under the blanket behind her, navigate it up to her petite shoulder and it lands.
I can feel her head moving against my chest to shoot me a look, but I’m not looking at her, instead I’m looking over her shoulder to where the breezeway bends around the building, where I see two nurses poking their heads around.
“Just seeing if you were right about us being spyed on.” I whispered. “There are two of them, probably not within ear shot.”
“That doesn’t excuse your disgusting hand.” She sneered.
“Here’s the deal: You need me alive for those pills of yours and I need you alive for my own business. For the next month or whatever I’m not letting you out of my sight and you can play house or whatever minutia ass kissers get up to in the off-season. Get all that?” She explained.
So, she also knew about the pills. Wonder how much more she overheard while comatose. Was that a Youkai ability?
“Can’t do it. I’ve got too much important stuff going on before the winter solstice.” I reply.
“Yeah, you definitely got the whole World resting on your shoulders it’d all come crumbling down if it wasn’t for you!” She said, with as much sparkle in her expression as she could manage.
“Get a grip fool. That bag of bones Eirin and whatever cadre you’re working with now is playing you. She’s not sending one of her own because she wants plausible deniability, you’re just a disposable napkin for Yukari to wipe her nose on.”
“How’re you-“ I begin
“Nope. Not a question out of you Napkin-kun. But I know what you’re thinking ‘how am I: Seija Kijin, going to spend all my time watching your boring ass’ well I’m glad you asked cause…” She starts.
I wait. And wait. And admire the bamboo shoots coming out of the ground. Oh, there’s a bud over there, wonder if the staff would let me dig it out and take it home for dinner?
“Eghhh…” Seija moaned, knocking her body against me. “Being stuck in this hospital’s bad enough but stewing in a human hovel for so long?” she thinks aloud.
“Alright. Forget everything you heard. New Deal: I’m gonna follow you on all your boot-licking sessions and play spy missions and if it gets boring, I’ll flip it to something fun. In exchange you can pay me three large meals a day, give me lodging, and let me have some pocket money, oh, you also gotta follow me on my stuff, can’t have you getting mauled whenever I turn a blind eye.” She explains.