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"Come on, Oniichan, come on!" Yukari shouted, pulling her older brother along by the hand.
Shirou, who had just finished studying his opponents' weaknesses, had been looking forward to unwinding by creating a Conceptual Washing Machine, that used the very idea of "clean" to crush blood stains out of existence.
"What is it, Yukari?" He asked, heaving a sigh, as she pulled him down the stairs.
"Mou!" She said, pouting. "You should be more enthusiastic! For Akitu's sake!"
"For Akitsu's sake..." He muttered, a nebulous feeling emerging in his heart.
"Ta da!" Yukari shouted, throwing open the door to the dining room, and shoving Shirou through.
Shirou blinked, looking up.
Akitsu was standing there, arms ramrod straight behind her back, a heavy blush creeping down her face and across the top of her chest. Shirou could tell because of how little Akitsu was wearing.
A white bikini with black splotches, with matching stockings that came up the thighs, and long-sleeved gloves. There were a pair of floppy dog ears hanging down across the top of her head.
And, this being Akitsu, she was also wearing a collar with a chain leash attached. It dangled down between her breasts and then curved around her hip where she was presumably holding the loop in her hand.
Shirou stared. Akitsu stared back, blush deepening.
"Akitsu." Yukari hissed. "Don't forget your line."
"Ah." Akitsu said, blinking. Hesitantly, she shifted into a pose: feet slightly apart and pointed in, knees together, as she brought her hands up in front of her, bent at the wrist like dog's paws. "Woof." Akitsu declared.
Akitsu wiggled her butt back and forth. Shirou noticed a tail swinging from where it was attached to the back of her bikini. "Woof." She concluded.
Shirou swallowed.
"Welcome home, Shirou-sama!" Kazehana, called, flouncing in from the kitchen.
The room froze. Kazehana was wearing an apron. And a grin. As the newest Seikerei in the flock, she felt that she needed to take drastic measures to affect Shirou's heart.
She tucked her head to the side and put her hand on her deliciously bare hip. "Alright, what's going on here?" She demanded.
"Ah." Akitsu said. "Akitsu is master's bitch."
"Wow." Yukari muttered.
Shirou swallowed. "Yukari." He began. "I want you to take Akitsu and get her dressed more... more like normal. Okay?"
"Ah.' Akitsu began, looking down at herself. "Then... Shirou-sama doesn't like this?"
Shirou winced. "That's not true. It's... great. If anything, it's too great."
Yukari snagged Akitsu, and pulled her along. "Baka oniichan!" she shouted as she dashed out, pulling Akitsu along.
'I think,' Shirou considered, 'I just dodged a route even more forbidden than Illya's.'
Shaking his head, he turned back to Kazehana. "So... this."
Kazehana cocked an eyebrow, before stepping around in a half-spin to give Shirou an excessively dynamic tease without actually flashing anything. "You don't like it... Shirou-sama?" She pouted.
Shirou swallowed. "That's..."
"Ara ara." A voice said, heavy with dark amusement. The stairs creaked ominously. "What's this lewd behavior?"
A fearsome figure emerged, a lavender-haired smiling demon, surrounded by a pressing aura of darkness.
"I'm sorry!" Kazehana immediately capitulated. "Really sorry!" But it was useless.
"You should already know, Miss Public Obscenity," Miya began, as scowling Hannya materialized. Dimly Shirou wondered why their kimono was so precariously open across the shoulders. "But, you should know," wood blocks began to clang, "stealing a march on the landlady is forbidden in Izumo House."
"I'm sorry!" Kazahana pleaded. "I-wait, what?"
Shirou froze.
Miya froze, her eyes, like closed gashes, abruptly falling open, as she reviewed what she just said. "I mean..." She swallowed. "Ara."
Miya turned and fled up the stairs, face buried in her hands.
"HNNNG." Shirou concluded.
