Abuto tends to think a lot. Of course it comes with the job and the captain, whom is an airhead and doesn't do much except fight and eat. So he does enough overtime thinking to make up for the two of them.
He thinks about all sorts of things. Like when he'll get a vacation, what he'd be doing if he wasn't a space pirate, why he can't have a captain that does his paperwork, and most importantly, when will his captain start doing his paperwork. Despite all the obnoxious airs he puts on, Abuto knows that his red-headed superior isn't completely dumb and if that idiot put his mind to it, the papers would done in a flash.
He walks briskly to engine room of the spaceship, ready pick up more reports for his captain (which will most likely find a way into his pile of work instead) and overhears a conversation between two of his fellow Yato pirates.
"My wife went into heat yesterday."
"What?! Why aren't you back with her?"
"Well, it's suppose to be next week, and that's the week I filed a vacation for, but she had a kid recently so her schedule is all messed up now."
"Is there someone with her?"
"Yeah, her mother is."
"She's gonna be pissed when you get back."
"If you don't hear from me after next week, you know what's happened to me."
The men laugh as they slap each other on the back, making jokes about life insurance and prepaid day care. Abuto watches them amble away from the corner of his eye.
Well, Yato heats, huh? That brings back memories. Of course, he had been with a few Yato women in his life, no serious relationships however. It's hard to deal women as is, never mind one that can throw you through a wall or two without breaking a sweat.
Yato women go into heat once year, usually a week after their birthdays. They can last 3 days, or 4 if it's the first one. It's not a taboo subject in the clan, just not spoken aloud because Yato women find it embarrassing. (When he said 'embarrass' he meant the shut-up-or-get-shot type, not the daintily blushing type.)
Abuto quite understands how it could be somewhat humiliating. Having to lose all your strength, being unable to control your desires and standing at the mercy of your mate for three whole days. Not that he ever minded the last part.
Speaking of Yato women... Abuto thinks of a certain little girl making a home for herself on Earth as he makes his way back to their shared office quarters.
Does she know about this stuff?
Abuto opens the door and finds a butter knife on a suicidal mission, flying towards his head. He manages to duck down before the damned knife took out his left eye.
"I'm not interested in looking like the Kihetai leader any time soon," Abuto comments dryly.
Kamui chuckles, "Just testing your reflexes, Abuto. Though I'm sure Takasugi wouldn't mind a friend like himself."
"He's got his own samurai army, that's more than enough friends."
His captain gives a hum in acknowledgement but Abuto knows he wasn't listening anymore. The red haired youngster steadies a basket of toast on his lap as he tries shove as many pieces of bread into mouth as can.
"They gave me jam to put on the toast but it took too much effort so I thought you could have the knife," the Yato captain said, or that's what Abuto could make out from the slurred speech as the man spoke while aggressively stuffing his face.
The elder of the two sighed as he sat down at his desk and attempted to make progress into his iron wall of paperwork.
He lets his mind wander a bit as he distractedly skims through pages and pages on auto electric power generators.
Did our little miss on Earth know about Yato heats? He could imagine a rather problematic situation occurring if she didn't. Mainly, a harem of men gathering outside her house, begging to ravish her. The scent of a Yato in heat is rather potent, especially to weaker species (accordingly, 96% of known alien species are weaker than Yatos, which leaves a very large number of potential males) and Yato females are universally known for being fair-skinned beauties.
Feeling slightly concerned, he kind of wants to ask the captain if his sister was of age yet. Kind of. However, he really likes living too.
Despite the indifference Kamui shows towards all members of his family, he knows that his sister is an extremely touchy topic. He asked about her after the Yoshiwara fiasco and lost the right half of his ribs in the process.
"Ne, Abuto. Weaklings aren't worth discussing, alright?"
Thus, the subject was buried under bedrock and forced amnesia, never to be brought up again.
(Abuto also swore that the box full of candid photos of a certain female Yato with twin buns was not real. He had not found said box in the back of the captain's closet during laundry day. No sir, he found no such thing. Not at all.)
Of all the captains in this world, mine just had to be the sis-con living in the deepest pit of denial yet. Abuto sighs inwardly.
To ask or not to ask. A potentially life threatening question it is. He doesn't have any ill feelings towards the Yato girl, despite getting his ass handed to him at Yoshiwara. Maybe he's getting too parental about these crazy siblings.
He didn't like fighting other Yatos, their species was endangered as is. And it absolutely did not sit well with him that a member of their clan is possibly being taken advantage of because she didn't know about her heats.
"Say, Captain."
The red head eyes the empty basket with dissatisfaction and continues to do so as he answers, "What is it?"
Abuto takes a deep breath as he wearily crosses the line of conversation that may end his very life.
"How old is your sister?"