AN: Okay, so, I got this idea from a stupid RP I did. Kyousai wasn't involved but Yanagida was… I've been writing this for a while but I procrastinated on it for, like, three months or something. It was origanlly suppose to be a one-shot! ;^;

Fear nsfw(?) headcanons!

Also, nothing really sexual happens, despite the fact this story is centred around a fetish Yanagida has. So I'm going to rate it T unless someone requests else wise.

It was rather quiet in the home the blond ayakashi was currently in. He just watched the tanned man in front of him paint…And paint…And paint…And paint, and so fourth. As much as he loved the man's paintings, it was beginning to get a little boring.

Sighing, Yanagida placed a hand onto his cheek and stared at Kyousai. He wanted to ask if they could do something, but, what else was there to do other than creating ghost stories to gather Fear for reviving Sanmoto Gorozaemon? Plus, it'd seem rather…Rude if he were to just say "Hey! Stop painting, which is a hobby you adore, and let's do something because I'm bored!"

Yanagida faught back the urge to groan; he needed to be quiet so Kyousai could concentrate on painting. What could he do to entertain himself and keep himself from bothering Kyousai…?

…

He couldn't think of anything.

The blond tapped his fingers on his cheek and accidentally jingled the bell earring he had. He pushed it slightly, causing it to jingle again. For some reason, Yanagida found this vaguely amusing and it didn't seem to bother Kyousai. All Kyousai did was continue to paint.

Until he could find something better to do, he would continue to play with his earring. Yanagida laughed ever so softly at the jingling of the earring; he was so fixated on it, he didn't even notice Kyousai stop painting. Of course, Kyousai hadn't even looked back in the slightest.

"Alright, kitty, you can stop playing with your bell..." Kyousai murmured, glancing behind him to look at Yanagida. Yanagida tensed and a blush of embarrassment rose onto his face. "O-Oh, sorry, Kyousai..." he muttered sheepishly.

"I didn't mean to embarrass kitty. Whoops."

Yanagida reclined back a bit. "Pl-please stop calling me that... It's insulting." his gaze turned into a downcast. Slowly, Kyousai turned around fully to face Yanagida.

"Kitty," he murmured, watching as Yanagida shivered a bit. A small, hardly even noticeable smile crept onto the normally stoic man's face. "You like it when I call you kitty, yes?" Kyousai asked, placing his hands onto his lap.

The blond ayakashi whimpered quietly and slowly withdrew his hand from his bell earring.

"I embarrassed kitty…" Kyousai sighed, shaking his head softly and turned back around to his painting. "When I get done with this, I will gladly accommodate that kink of yours…Hopefully you can wait until later." He mumbled.

In truth, Yanagida was surprised Kyousai could even keep his voice at its normal monotone while saying that. Though, if even possible, the blush on his pale skin darkened.

"My, my…Master better take care of his kitty, then."

Yanagida's grin could be felt in his words.