Chapter 2
Messy Visitors
"Satomi."
*groan*
"Sa-to-mi."
"Hmm..."
"SATOMI!"
Hizuru watched as her older sister fell off of the couch and onto the carpet. Her long auburn hair, in its usual mess of curls, bounced lazily as she shifted her body and sat up to peer around herself.
"What happened?" The girl asked, innocently blinking.
"I dunno." Hizuru shrugged her shoulders, hiding a smile as she started to walk out of the room. She just liked to mess with her sister sometimes. It was so easy.
"Hey wait! How was school today?" The oldest of the two sisters got to her feet, following Hizuru into her bedroom down the short hallway.
"Oh, you know, nothing happened."
"Oh. You sure?"
"Yup." Hizuru sighed, starting to unbutton her uniform shirt.
"Still haven't met any cute guys?" Satomi asked slyly, with a hint of hopefulness behind it.
Hizuru decided it was in her best interest to ignore that question. "Where's Peppi? I looked around, can't find any sight of her."
"Peppi's not home yet. She said something about groceries, I think..." The other sister scratched her head tiredly, giving a small yawn.
"How can you be sure when you've always got your head in the clouds? Or in a magazine? Or when you're always napping?" Hizuru smirked.
"Hey, you make me sound dumb, Hizu-chan!"
Hizuru turned around to watch her sister pouting. Then her sister's eyes fell on her bra, and she giggled.
"That's my old one!"
"Yeah, it is..." Hizuru stated awkwardly. The majority of her clothes were hand-me-downs.
"We should go shopping for some of your very own." Satomi smiled warmly. "We haven't had some sister bonding time in a while!"
"If you want, that's fine by me. By the way, your hair's an awful mess, what are you, pretending to be a scarecrow?"
Hizuru turned around so that she didn't have to see her sister's crestfallen face. Even if she knew about the curse, Satomi still got hurt by the unpleasant insults. The atmosphere was tense for a moment as the older sister started to fix her hair back into a proper up-do.
*Knock knock knock*
"Who could that be?" Hizuru mumbled, not really caring to answer it.
"Hmm. Dunno, but I'll handle it!"
As the Satomi walked out of the room to go answer the door, Hizuru reached into the drawer of her small wooden dresser and pulled out a flower-printed tank top that was another hand-me-down from her sister. She really did need her own clothes, there were food stains all over this thing. (Which, okay, hadn't been there before she herself had started wearing it... but still).
"KYYYAAAAA~!"
Quickly re-zipping up her skirt when she was about to take it off, yanking the tank top over her head and hurrying into the front hall, Hizuru tried to take in the scene before her with a calm face.
"Satomi are you –! ...Eh?"
The girl blinked at Kurama, who was standing just outside on her doorstep. Her sister had obviously fainted on the floor of the entryway. Kurama didn't look shocked – maybe that happened a lot with him.
"Yo." He said simply, raising a hand in a hello.
All Hizuru could do was raise her own hand as well, returning the greeting. What... was he... doing here?
"Hi. Erm..." Well, he might as well be of some use while he's around. "Could you step into the house and help me get my sister off of the floor please?"
-X-
Kurama looked around at the inside of the house and scrunched up his nose in distaste.
On the outside of it, it was showed that it was more of a hut, really, than a house (it really wasn't big enough to be classified as a house). It rested in the city, wedged between two apartment buildings, which overshadowed the small home, causing the sun to be blocked out. It was about a fifteen minute walk from the school, and it was just a slab of a grey building with a disheveled, unattended garden box out next to the front door.
Now on the inside, it was very clean but also very old. The furniture appeared lumpy, the walls were faded, the ceiling had small cracks in it, the carpet was fluffy but a dull grey color, the same color as the outer walls of the house. The living room he was currently sitting in was decent-sized, but it probably took up most of the space in the small home, so he imagined that the kitchen and bedrooms must be very cramped. But still, despite the unfashionable sense of the house, it was kept very tidy, and it smelled like fresh air and laundry detergent, which was a comfort when compared to the rank city air outside.
"Could you stop examining my home and tell me why you're here?"
Kurama found the eyes of the girl he kissed, and then he looked over at her sister who was still passed out, now resting on the sofa. His eyes twinkled with mirth and he heard his hostess scoff at his reaction. Maybe to her it wasn't so amusing, but he found it both funny and flattering whenever a fan became overly excited.
"Don't be so full of yourself. Such an ugly personality doesn't fit right with your face."
He looked back to the girl and quirked an eyebrow at her.
"So you think I have a pretty face?"
"Pretty? No, that fox yokai is what I would call 'pretty-faced'. You're just hot."
He blinked repeatedly at her blunt statement, and watched her still as she didn't waver, didn't blush, she simply looked like that was the only thing there was to say.
"Um... thanks." He said, unsure of how to react. He was used to shy or hysterical fangirls. Not calmly blunt girls who got right to the truthful point about things.
Was it a mistake coming here? Why DID I come here anyway? Oh yeah, the whole convincing her I'm amazing thing...
He frowned. Well that was sure going well so far. Not.
"So why did you follow me?"
Just as Kurama opened his mouth to make up some excuse or impress her with his charismatic charm, another knock came at the door. He watched as the girl stood up to go answer it, and he was unpleasantly shocked when his eyes for the first time seemed to notice her mismatched outfit (he had been too busy checking out her house to notice it before) – her uniform skirt and a stained, flowered tank top. Was she not even bothered by the fact he was seeing her in such an unappealing, unworthy outfit?
She must not have a brain if she can't even think to be embarrassed wearing that in front of me... He thought, absolutely appalled and offended.
When the brunette answered the door and made a surprised noise, Kurama turned only to catch a glimpse of silver hair followed by another brunette as two more people walked into the house.
"I guess come in..." Hizuru mumbled as they, or rather a certain fox, shoved their/his way into her house.
"Okay we're here." The fox hissed under his breath, obviously forced into this situation and not pleased about it.
"Oh, you must be –! Ah... actually, I don't know your name yet haha!" Kurama instantly noticed Nanami, who was rubbing her elbow nervously and giving Hizuru a cute smile.
"OW!" The tengu rubbed his head after the fox had hit him in the back of it. He hadn't noticed the damn thing sneak up behind him.
"Why is there a girl passed out in the room?" Tomoe snarled. "Did you come here just to give demons a bad name?"
"Demons already have a bad name... humans haven't ever been on particularly good terms with them you know..." Kurama grunted out, standing up to size up his least favorite person in the room. Least favorite person in general, really.
"Please, no fighting in the house. It's not big enough for both of your egos."
Both young men stopped to blink over at Hizuru, who was still standing beside Nanami in the entry hall. She had her arms folded and was giving the two young men a look of exasperation, and beside her the Land God was nodding her head in silent agreement with the statement made about their egos.
"Ego? That's just him –" Tomoe pointed one slender, clawed finger at Kurama.
"Don't lie to yourself ya dumb fox, you're just as egotistical." Kurama spat right back.
"That's an inaccurate statement if I've ever heard one." Tomoe scoffed.
"Your stupid face is what's 'inaccurate'." Kurama parried.
"Stupid bird!"
"Lame ass fox!"
"AACK!" They both exclaimed as Hizuru threw both of her shoes at them.
"Would you two SHUT IT? My sister is sleeping, DAMN IT!" She yelled, far louder than the two of them had been arguing.
-X-
Once the boys had shut their faces, Hizuru turned to inspect this Nanami girl she'd just met.
So this is the Nanami I've been hearing about from these two... She thought, and noticed the strange glowing mark right in the center of the other girl's forehead. What was that? She couldn't quite figure out what it meant...
Hizuru just shrugged it off for now, and turned on the two young men with an edged tone.
"Stop fighting in my home, especially after you came here unannounced. If you have a problem with each other, take it outside."
"Stupid fox..." She watched Kurama mumble one last time, kicking the silver-haired boy's leg.
"Damn crow." The other guy grit his teeth, but withheld what was probably going to be a punch to Kurama's throat that would have come next. She could see his fists clenched and at the ready.
"Guys, stop already." Nanami spoke up, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at them. "Tomoe, you should know better than to be so disrespectful. We haven't even properly introduced ourselves yet! We just barged right inside this home and you started arguing for no good reason." She then turned her attention to the tengu. "And Kurama, you should know better as well. I'm sick of you guys fighting all the time, learn some manners already."
"I can't help that he's so violent." Kurama said, moving his arms up helplessly with an aloof expression.
"Ha! Hold up, pop star." The two yokai locked eyes, a glaring death match. "Who's violent? You're the one who wants to rip Nanami's heart out. And EAT it!"
Hizuru glanced at Nanami in bewilderment, and then recognition once she understood that statement and what it was linked to. She was –
"You're a land god?"
All eyes turned on Hizuru, and Nanami's mouth fell open.
"Y – yeah." She said in her mellow girly tone. "I – I am." Her head cocked to the side. "How did you know?"
"I just figured it out. That's kinda cool. So you have powers and stuff?"
"A little bit."
"Not really."
Came the voices of Nanami and the silver fox at the same time. Nanami glared at him, while he just looked off to the side in silence, pretending not to notice.
Hizuru glanced between the two of them. What were they, some kind of couple that answered each other's questions together, or something? Apparently, she was his master... which probably meant that he was her familiar, if she was a Land God. Ah! It all made sense now. Though it was still kinda weird to think about...
She found herself suddenly needing to sit down, the onslaught of information was a tad too much to accept all at once. Hizuru walked over to a peeling leather chair in the living room and collapsed into it, breathing out harshly and kneading her knuckles into her temple. Why were all these strange people bothering her at her home, anyway? Since when where there so many supernatural beings in town? Attending her school? Paying her visits?
There was suddenly a shadow passing over her, she realized, and she looked up to see Kurama leaning towards her with his hand resting on the chair, and a mega-hot smile on his face that could melt anything in its path – herself excluded. She wasn't the 'fangirl' type. But still... his looks couldn't go completely ignored by her. How was it that she had never realized how attractive he was from the posters of him her sister had? In person it was so much more... there. The attraction, that is. Though that was probably because of the pheromones the real thing had that the posters lacked.
"What?" She asked him, her tone light but with a hidden snap behind it.
He just kept smiling.
"Nice place you got here."
"Don't lie."
"Your sister, is she a fan?"
"Nope she's a broom."
He blinked at her for a moment. It was a weak joke, but she didn't care. She wasn't exactly into their little conversation.
"I mean is she a fan of mine?"
She rolled her eyes at him. "Nooo, actually, she just always faints when she answers the door."
Kurama looked a bit worn down by the sarcasm, but his smile stuck.
"So, are you a fan too?"
"No." Hizuru could hear the arguing of the other demon and the girl coming from behind Kurama, they were talking about... mushrooms, now? What the heck?
"Hey, maybe you could become a fan, then? Or even, eventually... my girlfriend." He winked.
"Wait a second..."
Kurama smirked. He had her now!
"I'm hungry."
His smirk fell off his face and an annoyed tick mark appeared on his forehead. "What?"
"I could go for some food right about now." Hizuru stated, having completely tuned him out since her mind was overwhelmed by the argument she could hear over the music idol's shoulder. Shiitake mushrooms... shiitake mushroom soup... even better, she would have miso soup! Mmm...
And with that thought she stood up from the seat and maneuvered around the strange people in her home and into the kitchen, listening only to her rumbling stomach.
-X-
Kurama was grumpy as hell.
He thought this girl might fall for him, get caught up in how amazing he was. But she was so completely unresponsive, it was just unbelievable!
How could any woman not have their full attention on him when he spoke the word 'girlfriend'? If he so much as said a 'hello', even then they'd have their full attention on him, whatever he says like sweet music to their ears. If his fans heard him say girlfriend, just the word at least, they might just jump him. And if he had said to them what he'd just said to this Hizuru chick, about her becoming his girlfriend, it would probably cause all of them to have a sudden stroke.
Why was this girl so disinterested? It was really getting to him. His pride couldn't take it! His ego was begging for him to get some recognition!
Okay, maybe he did have an over-sized ego but he wasn't about to admit it to the fox.
"What are you doing?" He asked when he followed her into the kitchen. Behind him, Nanami was shaking her head furiously at something Tomoe had said to her.
"I'm hungry. You want anything?"
He peered down at Hizuru as she leaned into the fridge. What kind of person was so cool with sharing her food with almost complete strangers? And other than that – besides her and her sister, who else lived here with them? The fridge was sure stocked up. Maybe they had a big family, oh but how awful that would be with these living quarters...
The mere thought of it made him cringe. He almost felt bad for her.
"What are you making?" He asked, politely enough.
"Miso soup~"
She said that in the same tone he used when sweet-talking his fans.
"Do you like Miso soup?"
He watched as she spun around to face him, her arms full with wakame, tofu, onions and miso paste. He wanted to laugh at her for a moment – she looked so tiny with all of the food bulged up around her small frame as she struggled to carry everything in her arms over to the counter. He kicked the refrigerator door shut for her.
"I love it." She said, and her hands flew expertly as she started with soaking the wakame in a small bowl of water and then went on to pull out a saucepan, chopping board, measuring cups and spoons, and a knife. She sure moved fast in the kitchen.
"So, do you want some or not?"
Kurama suddenly leaned forward, so that his chest was pressed against her back and her hair brushed his chin as he spoke.
"Mmm, I'd love to taste some of your cooking..."
Suddenly she spun around and stuck a spoon in his mouth. He stopped for a moment – frozen with his eyes wide and the silver utensil sticking out from between his lips. After a moment of shock he stared down at her completely blank face.
"Good?" She asked him.
He peered over to the saucepan, which had magically started simmering on the stove, inside of it was almost every ingredient needed for the soup. HOW HAD SHE DONE THAT SO FAST?!
He wrapped his hand around hers, peering at her in the most seductive way he could manage when he pulled out the spoon and smacked his lips, licking the corners of his mouth. It really was tasty, actually.
"Very." He winked.
She just took the spoon back and turned around.
"In my own opinion, it's too liquidy and there's not enough onions in it. It's missing something in flavor – I probably should add some mushrooms, and the tofu I haven't added in yet either. Tofu doesn't have much of a taste to it, but the texture really adds to the soup for some odd reason, you know? Plus it soaks up whatever flavors you add in there anyway, so it's not completely useless."
Kurama stared down at her, perplexed. She was... analyzing... her meal? And the food products?
Why wasn't she falling head over heels for his hotness instead?!
-X-
Hizuru Mimori was having trouble concentrating.
That Kurama was so damn smug, and a complete arrogant pig.
But, he was a hot guy standing within a close proximity of her and in an equally as hot kitchen, since the stove was set on high, the atmosphere had become stifling. Plus, the fumes of the soup were so delicious that they were clouding her better judgement.
For a few moments as they spoke, she almost wanted to reach up, pull him down, and kiss him back this time.
She snorted and started chopping the tofu into small squares. Like he would like it anyway! She was hardly his type, and he was certainly not her type. (To be completely honest, she wasn't even sure if she had a type). Wow, Satomi would kill her if she knew that she didn't think Kurama was 'boyfriend material'. But, in truth, he really wasn't! That much was absolutely obvious.
"What're ya making?"
Hizuru looked up to see the other young brunette peering at her curiously. She decided to smile at her – she liked Nanami. She was simple and easy to talk to, well, so far. And also so far, she didn't have anything that the curse could point out was wrong with her. Maybe they could become friends, who knows?
She had to inwardly laugh at herself at the idea of her actually making a friend.
"Miso soup. Would you and your boyfriend like some?"
Nanami went red in an instant, and behind her, the silver fox blinked, his lip twitching but no retort making its way past his lips. He seemed speechless.
His 'master', on the other hand, was quite flustered. She started spluttering. "H – he, we, well... he's not my... that is..."
"Oi!" Hizuru turned to the guy in question, saving Nanami from further embarrassing herself. "I didn't catch your name yet, I just remembered."
He looked relieved that the topic had been changed as well.
"Tomoe."
"And would you like any soup, Tomoe?"
He peered over Nanami's shoulder and looked into the saucepan warily. He gave one sniff, and looked pleasantly surprised.
"Maybe."
"You know what," Hizuru turned off the stove and moved around a strangely quiet Kurama to get to the cupboard, and she pulled out four bowls. "even though it's annoying for you to come here unannounced like you did, I suppose you're all my guests so... please have a seat."
Once everyone had been settled onto the bar stools at the counter and had a bowl placed in front of them, conversation began casually and openly.
"So do you live here with just your sister, Hizuru?" Nanami asked, spooning some soup into her mouth and humming delightedly at the taste.
"No. Our guardian is out shopping or something. I'm not really sure – she's normally all over the place, real busy working several different jobs."
Tomoe suddenly sputtered out some of the soup into his bowl.
"What, too hot?"
He looked at her strangely.
"It's just what you said that surprised me. Do you honestly only live here with two other women?"
"Yeah."
"So it's just you three women here in this small house."
"Yes."
"Living alone."
"That's right."
"Do you have an alarm system built in?"
"Can't afford one."
"Do you have a dog?"
"Does it look like we have a dog?"
Tomoe seemed to become more and more disturbed by each answer she gave him.
"Well, don't you find living alone, in a big city, in a small home with no alarm system or guard dog or man in the house, DANGEROUS?"
Kurama looked up from his soup and just stared on, listening, and Nanami's eyes widened.
"TOMOE! Women don't need to rely on men you know, we can be strong and defend ourselves thank you very much!"
"Oh and you just so happen to depend on me and Mizuki for everything."
"I was on my own before I met you! My father left and I –"
"And you had nothing and nowhere to go! You were little short of desperate."
"Shut up Tomoe!"
Promptly, though he looked like he had much more to say, the kitsune shut his mouth. Kurama had been glancing at Hizuru in a strange way for awhile now, so she put down her spoon and addressed him, throwing him the same look he was giving her.
"What is it?"
He just turned back to his soup, taking more into his mouth. He swallowed, and then spoke slowly.
"Nothing. It's just that, I... agree."
Nanami suddenly turned to look at the tengu.
"WHAT?!"
"I agree," He cringed before adding on, "with the fox."
Suddenly, Nanami face planted into the counter, while Tomoe looked on with a both furious, and confused expression.
"That's crazy talk..." Nanami muttered and pulled back up to continue eating her soup, with a look of utter disbelief on her face.
"I know that we normally wouldn't agree on anything, but personally, I think that three women living on their own together in this part of town is a bit risky."
Hizuru glared at him, and he just kept that same look on his face, as if he knew he was in fact right about all that he said.
"We've managed perfectly fine for this long."
"Anything could happen, it's just good luck that it hasn't yet."
"So you think something's gonna happen after, for so many years of the three of us being on our own, we've been just fine?"
"Frankly, I'm surprised nothing has happened yet –"
"Well I agree with Nanami. Women don't need to have a man to be strong on their own."
At this statement, Kurama looked at Tomoe, who glared back at him, and yet the two seemed to reach some sort of silent understanding.
"And I still agree with the fox. It is unsafe for three women to be living together alone in such a small home, with no means of defense, and without anything around to protect them."
Nanami clenched her fists in anger, giving the pair of them her best glare.
Hizuru just huffed and set her spoon down into her now-empty bowl. "You really are an idiot. Both of you. Idiots. Come on Nanami, let's go check on my sister."
And with that, the two girls left the table, and hurried into the living room, where Satomi was still passed out on the couch enjoying a perfect dream-world.
-X-
It was official. He had entered an alternate universe, where girls didn't like him as much as they definitely should.
Well, maybe just one girl in particular, but still.
"Do you think she's playing hard to get or something?" Kurama asked the other yokai as he stared after the girls with a frustrated look on his face.
Tomoe just shook his head and rolled his eyes. Kurama's lips folded upwards into a smirk.
"Oooh, that's right, you can't speak because your master forced you to shut up." He began laughing at the other's expense.
Kurama was immediately kicked in the stomach, which sent the bowls falling off of the counter with him, resounding in a loud crashing sound as he fell, the chair underneath him fell, and the bowls fell, all on top of him with a terrible splash. Tomoe lowered his foot and started calmly slurping up his soup just as the girls hurried back into the kitchen.
"Don't make a mess in my kitchen!"
"What happened?"
Kurama felt dazed as he reached up a hand and pulled one of the bowls off of his head. He was met with the sight of angry chocolate-colored eyes, and just behind that, was Tomoe being scolded and interrogated by Nanami.
"You're cleaning this up." Hizuru said, shooting him an accusatory glare.
"I didn't do this! That damn fox –"
"I don't care. It will do you some good to clean up your own messes instead of having everything done for you. Arrogant idiot."
He blinked at her feisty attitude, and then scowled as he saw her serious expression. He had never been treated so harshly – not even by Nanami when she was pissed off at him. For a moment, he took a good long look at this girl... and found himself marveling at how her flushed cheeks made her eyes look so much brighter – her angry face was kind of hard to glare at, it was... cute. What was this, why was she so cute and yet so lethal? This made no sense!
AND SHE COULD AT LEAST OFFER TO HELP HIM! He was KURAMA for Kami's sake! The hottest, most sought after idol in the whole damn country! Girls loved him! Girl's mother's loved him! Hell, even men loved him! And never before had a single girl been so obviously appalled by him. It really shook up his nerves. His ego had several puncture wounds.
Meanwhile, Hizuru just surveyed the mess with sad eyes.
"Such a shame, for something so delicious to go to such waste."
"Hmf." Kurama looked away, glaring at the messy floor.
"Don't expect an apology for my behavior, punk. You deserve no less than to be reprimanded."
Kurama put up a hand and gestured to himself.
"I'm covered in soup. You could have a little sympathy."
"I would love to be covered in soup. It's delicious."
He groaned. "I can't believe this is real life right now..."
Suddenly a small, pale hand was just under his nose. Making a surprised noise, he blinked and turned his head to look up at her. She had her face turned away, her nose turned up in the air as if she couldn't bare to look at him, but was reaching out her hand for him to take.
"Come on, I'll help you up." She said with considerably less contempt in her voice, refusing to meet his gaze.
Tentatively he took her hand, and she helped to pull him to his feet. She was surprisingly strong, for a girl of the same skinny build as Nanami. For all he knew, she'd been protecting herself as she lived in this rundown shack all these years by having super strength or something crazy like that. He wouldn't put it past her... she was, after all, quite the unpredictable mystery.
"Thanks." He muttered as he once again stood towering over her, and then they finally peered at each other at the same moment.
When their eyes met, they immediately each turned their heads quickly in the other direction, folding their arms with matching scoffs.
-X-
"Do you want help with the clean up, Hizuru?" Nanami asked politely a short while later.
"Nanami, it's getting late. We have to head back to the shrine soon." Tomoe, apparently, could finally speak again.
Hizuru just shook her head and smiled at the other girl.
"Ah, I already have someone to take care of it for me. All by himself."
Tomoe instinctively grabbed Nanami's arm and pulled her back, sensing the unpleasant aura emitting from the other girl as she smirked evilly at the tengu.
"O – okay... then we'll be going now. Sorry for the unplanned visit, but thank you for the soup. It was delicious!"
All this was said as Nanami was dragged out the door by Tomoe, and Hizuru waved after the pair, nodding and smiling a bit, until the door shut and she spun around to face a dripping Kurama.
"You smell like soup." She said, picking some wakame off his shoulder. As she reached up for it, she took to noticing that he was many inches taller than her. Not a full head taller, but still, rather tall in comparison to herself.
Kurama just pursed his lips and turned his head away.
"I'm not going to apologize no matter how childish you act."
"I'm not acting childish."
"You are, but I don't care how you act really, as long as you get this mess cleaned up." She bent over and picked up the chair that had fallen, putting it upright and then pointed to a drawer. "That's where the rags are. You can start by wiping off the chair and the counter, and your clothes. I'll go get the mop."
And with that, she left him to drip miso soup onto her kitchen floor and stare after her with a look of shocked apprehension on his face.
-X-
She really expects me to clean this up!
He shook his head, causing droplets of soup to fly here and there through the air. He felt damp and his clothes smelled. The top of his head was wet and his bangs were sticking to his face. This was one of the most annoying situations he'd ever been in – it placed a close second compared to the time Tomoe had turned him into an ostrich. He shuddered. Now that, had been a terrible experience.
She walked back into the room then, holding a mop and glaring at him.
"You aren't cleaning yet?!"
He stood there, looking down at her, and wondered just why it was he had to take orders from her. This felt like a Tomoe-Nanami moment to him. It was not a feeling he liked.
"I don't want to." He stated simply.
"Then I hope you enjoy walking home through the streets looking like you do, and smelling like a bowl of soup. Because I'm not letting you clean yourself up until you clean this mess up first."
Kurama gawked at her.
"I can't walk through the streets like this! People will see! It will ruin my image!"
"I know that already. That's why you're either cleaning this up now so that you can then go wash up, or you can leave looking like that."
He scowled at her, and ripped the mop from her hands.
"Fine."
He turned his back to her, and cursed at the cleaning supply in his hand, trying to figure out just what to do with it.
"Plug it into the wall. That cord."
"Hmf. I know what I'm doing." He said, fumbling with the long cord attached to the mechanism. He looked around for an outlet, and promptly plugged it into one on the far wall. Then he looked at the mop, and paused.
"Here."
Suddenly a small body was brushing past him, and he watched quietly as Hizuru took the mop, pumped down on the handle a few times, and then pointed to the steam starting to billow out from under the bottom end of the thing.
"Just pump the handle to make the steam start up. And then move it across the floor, like this –" She made a fluid motion, her skirt swinging rhythmically with her body as she pushed the mop across the floor and over the areas of spilled soup. Then she looked up at him and stared at him with those big, doe-like eyes. "See?"
For a moment, Kurama stared at her face. He felt himself blush a little bit, and was quick to grab the mop from her and copy her movements. He turned his head down, so that she couldn't see his face.
"...Yeah."
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