Nyoko stared at Youko for about three full seconds of disbelief, before clumsily dropping to her knees with her head bowed.
"Master Youko Kurama, is there something I can help you with?" asked Nyoko
" Oh, no.. I was just.. nevermind..not that it matters now" said Youko
"Youko! dear fellow.. where have you been hiding yourself?" asked a pompous over-wieght demon with dull grey eyes and thining blue hair.
"Oh.. hello Geinen" said Youko sighing.
"hello yourself! I see your aquainting yourself with the servant-girls..(chuckling deeply)..I leave you alone " said Geinen winking
Youko did not say anything to Geinen to prove that he was mistaken. He only let Geinen waddle away before turning to Nyoko.
"what is your name?" asked Youko
"Nyoko" she replied
"you are that girl...from the forest, that I found a long time ago... I thought you were mute for some reason." said Youko thoughtfully.
"oh, no.. I was just unfamiliar with language, seeing how you were one of the first people I had ever seen" said Nyoko with her head still bowed.
" I guess that makes sense... you can stand up now you know" said Youko more than just a little annoyed.
"thankyou sir" said Nyoko standing.
"hmmn" said Youko walking away.
"sir?" chirped Nyoko
"what?" asked Youko turning around to face her.
"why did you let sir Geinen believe that?" asked Nyoko almost immedietly wishing she had not said anything.
"sir Geinen? Do you refer to everyone as 'sir' and 'master'... here I thought I was special" said Youko slyly.
"well-well, not everyone... just umm, the ones I was taught to sh-show respect to...and I'm sorry if I-I, O-of-fended you, and um, umm" stuttered Nyoko
"calm down, I was only joking... I am aware of what you were taught to do" said Youko
"oh" said Nyoko immedietly relieved.
"I have a question though" said Youko
"oh..Okay" said Nyoko
"You are a pretty girl, I would say substansially above average..nice body..perfect height, curvy figure, how have you managed to stay a virgin?" said Youko
Nyoko gasped.
"well" said Youko impatiently.
"I -um, I-um, I don't know... but thankyou..uh..sir" said Nyoko
"thankyou for what?" asked Youko
"you said I was pretty" said Nyoko blushing.
"It was an observation not a compliment" said Youko turning away.
"thankyou anyway sir" said Nyoko to his back as Youko walked down the hallway.
Youko walked down the long steel spiral staircase utill he reached the bottom floor, which was his bedroom quaters. He disrobed before placing himself on the bed and closing his eyes. He had spent more than six months away from his bed and he was glad to be in it.
Images of dark rooms and rigged floors and trick doors flashed in his head. These adventures were always dangerous and he was dreading the next one. He secretly envyed the servants who made a living by doing other labors. Youko sometimes eavesdropped on them and heard the complaints they had about how demanding 'master' was. If only they knew how hard life could really be. Spending days wondering if he'll live through the hour.
Youko was still so young and in the prime of his life (seventeen in human years) and he felt he was wasting his life. He thought about all the servant girls he could sleep with if he had the time. He thought about their sweet innocent faces and he was reminded of a paticular face. Beutiful orange eyes and thick dark hair and lustrous full pink lips.
"Nyoko" he said to the still air.
She seemed especially innocent for her age. He knew she was younger than him by maybe a couple decades, but how had she managed to stay a virgin?
Youko knew that the better-looking servants were often raped by his comrades and he knew that it was almost a miracle that Nyoko had escaped that fate. Youko himself never had to ask any woman twice to be with him, so he never felt the need to force anyone. He then wondered how long it would be before someone else had thier way with her.. then she would be ruined for him. So Youko decided he would just have to claim her first.
Nyoko was still shaken up by her encounter with Youko. She tried to calm herself by fluffing pillows and straightening the bedposts. She had almost fully composed herself when she heard a knock at the door.
