Chapter 4
Underwear, Lies, and Empty Bottles
Kaolla Su stretched like a cat as she woke up in bed late one morning. The girl felt as if she has been inactive for far too long this lazy summer and that she still had a Tama-chan to catch. The strange foreign girl waded through the jungle of her room and quickly got dressed in her school fuku. The girl then slid her door open and stepped out into the hallway and met a load of laundry, followed by a harassed looking Shinobuu. "Hello Shinobu!" Su greeted with her wide, exuberant smile.
"Ah, hello Su," Shinobu replied nervously. Su just grinned and dug her hand into the basket. "Please! Kaolla-san, I just washed those!" Shinobu objected.
"Who's is this?" Su asked innocently as she pulled out of the basket a pair of black lace panties.
Shinobu quickly snatched the article out of the curious Su's hands. "Its Kitsune's of course," the shy girl answered. "Anything that's that black and that lacy is always Kitsune's."
"Whyyy?" Su asked happily.
"Because it makes her look nice I guess?" Shinobu answered delicately.
"Can it work on us too?" the foreign girl asked.
"We aren't. big enough for Kitsune's kind of underwear," Shinobu replied, thinking with no small amount of envy, of Kitsune's voluptuous curves.
***
Kitsune grumbled to herself once again as she continued to scrub the floors of the wooden hallways of Hinata House. The poor girl had to get on Keitaro's hands and knees to scrub the grime and dirt off the wood surfaces. 'He'll pay for this,' Kitsune thought as she started rubbing a particularly stubborn smear on the wood.
"Need some help with that?" Keitaro asked the angry girl in his body. Kitsune shot him a glare.
"No way!" Kitsune angrily objected. "You know how bad it will be for my image if anyone else saw me scrubbing floors? Besides, why do YOU want to help? This is your fault."
"Actually, it was yours," Keitaro said boldly as he leaned against the wall. "It was those wooden statues that did this. It appears you took a liking to one of them and hid it. somewhere,"
"Damn!" Kitsune cursed and took out her new anger on the stains. "But it was just a hunk of wood! How could that do anything?"
"Listen," Keitaro said calmly, "this was just all circumstance, bad luck. We shouldn't blame anyone."
"Says the person that doesn't have to scrub the floors," Kitsune bitterly pointed out. "Look, I have to finish off these floors or Motoko will finish ME off, so we can talk about blame later, okay?"
"Well, if you ever change your mind about the help, you know where to find me," Keitaro said sniffily as he left the hallway and went back into Kitsune's old room.
"Lousy, good for nothing. thinks I can't handle a few chores," Kistune grumbled as she put her back into her work.
"Something wrong Urashima-sempai?" Shinobu asked innocently with her arms supporting the large laundry basket.
"It's nothing, Shinobu," Kitsune replied, sighing heavily. Then Kitsune suddenly felt an incredible weight on her tired back.
"Cheer up Keitaro!" Su said with a wide grin and hooked her fingers into the corner of Kitsune's mouth to its limits, forcing it into the shape of a wide grin. "See? All better!"
Kitsune just cried to herself and let the humiliation continue as she continued to scrub the floor.
***
Naru brushed her hair and gazed into her mirror as she thought about the last couple of days. Things seemed a little off in Hinata and Naru just couldn't place what was peculiar.
Keitaro seemed to be in second gear this summer. Naru reasoned it was because of the stress, besides, Keitaro was entitled to slack off a little. Motoko, however, seemed to disagree.
Kitsune seemed a bit jumpier in the past few days, she hadn't been drinking as much as she used to. Naru never imagined her old friend would attempt to stop drinking, much less go cold turkey and tried to contemplate why she would make such a decision. 'I guess I could ask her,' Naru thought, 'But really, what right do I have to ask such a thing?'
The questions about Kitsune foremost in her thoughts, Naru slid open her door and stepped out into the hallway, only to bump right into Motoko. "Motoko! Oh sorry, I didn't see you!" Naru hastily apologized.
"No need to apologize," Motoko replied. "Have you seen Urashima?"
"Last I saw, Keitaro was downstairs, just finishing up the floors," Naru promptly answered. "Why?"
"Good," Motoko said with a stiff nod. "He has been neglecting his duties as landlord recently. It is nice to see him taking his responsibilities seriously again."
"Motoko-chan, you seem to like it a bit too much when someone obeys you," Naru observed. "I'd feel sorry for your husband - if you ever get married that is,"
"It will not occur anytime soon"
"Don't count guys out, Motoko," Naru said teasingly. "In fact, I bet you could get a lot of dates."
"Men and boys know their place around me," Motoko answered. "Especially if they want to get acquainted with my form of birth control." To emphasize her point, Motoko thumbed her sword free from its scabbard by an inch.
"I REALLY feel sorry for any guy that compliments you," Naru said. "Anyway, You might want to check on Shinobu-chan, she might need some help with the laundry."
***
Keitaro stared at the cleanly folded and pressed pile of Kitsune's clothing that Shinobu just handed him, unsure of what to do with it. Sighing, Keitaro walked to Kitsune's dresser and opened the first drawer; he picked up the small bundle of bras and let his fingertips slide over the fabric. With a shudder, Keitaro placed them as neatly as possible into the drawer, trying hard NOT to imagine how the black lace would look on Kitsune's body, though he could find out in less than 2 minutes.
Next, Keitaro picked up a very familiar looking article: a red turtleneck sweater. Keitaro held it up and remembered how it seemed like Kitsune was glued into this sweater. He held it up to his chest and had to admit it did complement her body well. He put the sweater aside, thinking that it would be best to wear it later and continued to put Kistune's clean laundry away.
Suddenly, almost to interrupt the tranquil moment, a loud honking of a horn was heard in the distance. Keitaro quickly ran to the window and saw Seta's van, once again, making its usual chaotic entrance into Hinata.
Keitaro just sighed and watched the van slowly skid to a halt mere inches away from the actual house. Seconds later, Seta climbed out of the passenger window and spotted Keitaro. "Ah, just who I wanted to talk to," the professor said as he jumped into Kitsune's window.
"So what did you find out?" Keitaro asked, eager to be out of Kitsune's body.
"Quite a lot!" Seta said enthusiastically. "For instance, the wood used for the construction of the statues is quite a common breed of trees. Most island societies believe it holds special magical properties and use it for quite a few ceremonial objects."
"That's all nice and good, Seta-san," Keitaro said, frustrated by his professional zeal, "but what about this particular situation?"
"Ah yes!" Seta said. "The good news is, that the switch seems to only last 7 days. After the 7th day, it should correct itself."
"Thank GOD!" Keitaro exclaimed in relief.
"That's only the good news," Seta pointed out pragmatically.
"What's the bad?" Keitaro asked, dreading what would come.
"It appears," Seta said as he dug through his notes, "that while in Kitsune's body you will have one of her attributes."
"That doesn't sound too bad," Keitaro responded as he almost unknowingly picked up the sake bottle he'd been eyeing for the majority of the day and took a sip. "But I doubt I got one of Kitsune's traits. If I did, I wouldn't even know which." Almost before he finished the statement, Keitaro took another sip, then realized precisely what he was doing and spit out the sake. "What the heck am I doing?!" Keitaro asked himself more than anyone else.
"That appears to be the trait," Seta said, grinning.
"Oh great, I'm an alcoholic," Keitaro grumbled.
"Don't feel too bad," Seta reassured him, "In a few days, it will all be over. That is, if the statues aren't destroyed-"
***
Kitsune, however, was unaware that it would all be over in a few days and continued with Keitaro's chores. She was currently cleaning the windows outside in a harness, heartedly grumbling about her drunken stupidity. A few more swipes of the paper towel and the girl sighed in relief. "Thank goodness that's over," Kitsune said as she carefully grabbed the edge of the window and tried to climb into the house. However, the harness was rather old. Grandmother Hina had considered replacing it for a number of years, but it had worked well for Keitaro numerous times. Today, however, it decided the stress was too and gave way under his weight.
Gravity seemed to grab Kitsune, the hapless woman lurched towards the ground before the band snapped and she descended with a wail. Yet, as luck had it, Kitsune's fall was broken. Unfortunately, the luck was bad, as what broke Kitsune's fall was Motoko. Kitsune looked down, saw the squished Kendo girl beneath her and quickly moved off with lightning speed.
"Oh god, Motoko, I'm so sorry!" Kitsune quickly apologized, bowing deeply. The malicious glint in Motoko's eyes, however, illuminated more clearly Kitsune's predicament. She was in trouble.
"Urashima!!!" Motoko screamed as she started to slowly unsheathe her blade. But, Kitsune's mercurial luck skyrocketed as Naru came to the rescue, she quickly grabbed Motoko's shoulder.
"Motoko-chan, it was an accident!" Naru quickly said. Motoko sighed and took Naru's word for it and pushed the blade back into his sheath.
"Sorry, Urashima," Motoko apologized with a deep bow, "for the confusion."
Kitsune was staring, wide eyed with shock as the younger girl bowed. "I've seen hell." She whimpered inaudibly.
"Umm, excuse us Keitaro," Naru said as she grabbed Motoko by the elbow and dragged the kendo girl a few feet away from Kitsune. The two girls then hurriedly held a conference and seemed to disagree. Then Naru whispered something back and Motoko shuddered before turning her head away from Naru. Finally, Kitsune could hear Naru say, "Good, now ask."
Motoko marched towards Kitsune grudgingly, squaring her shoulders, "Urashima, to correct my earlier behavior, would it be all right if I gave you a - "the proud girl paused, shuddered, then continued, "a massage to alleviate the stress to your back from the fall?"
"Sure, if you want," Kitsune answered.
***
Keitaro rotated his sore shoulder and groaned; earlier, Su tried to play with him as the foreign girl usually did with Kitsune. Kitsune's body seemed more accommodated to Su's usual piggyback rides, but the dirt the girl rolled him in deemed a change in wardrobe, and now Keitaro was wearing Kitsune's signature red sweater.
The day was slowly coming to a close and Keitaro once again felt bored. It was around 6 in the afternoon, yet the mind-numbing hum-drum of Kitsune's daily life left him feeling unsatisfied. Not to mention he finished off that bottle of sake almost immediately after Seta left. The end of that bottle only confirmed what Seta suspected: That Keitaro inherited Kitsune's alcoholic habits.
That in itself wouldn't be a problem, considering he now had her tolerance of said alcohol, but the Hinata House appeared to be dry. Keitaro got up and stretched both arms above his head lazily as he walked through the hallways, trying to find something to do that would not involve wrestling with Su, the temptation of Kitsune's body, or reminding him of alcohol.
"OUCH!" a loud cry echoed throughout the house, a cry that Keitaro recognized. It was the sound of his former body in pain. Keitaro quickly rounded the corner and opened the door to his old room by a slight crack, the image within was. strange to say the least. Kistune in his former body was laying face down on his futon and Motoko was giving her a massage. "AIEE!" Kitsune wailed again in pain as Motoko drove her palms deep into Keitaro's back.
"You are unusually tense today, Urashima," Motoko observed as she continued the massage. Frustrated and slightly jealous, Keitaro walked away from the door.
'She only gave me a massage when she thought I was going to kill myself,' Keitaro thought gloomily. 'Ok, her massages hurt like hell, but still: What is Kitsune doing in my body that deserves a massage from Motoko?' Frustrated, Keitaro decided he should just give into the need for alcohol... but where to find some?
"Where you going, Kitsune?" Su asked as she hung upside down from the ceiling.
"Just going out for a few hours," Keitaro answered.
"Good! Just like always!" Su said happily.
"Well, be a good girl, all right?" Keitaro said patronizingly as he pulled on Kitsune's tennis shoes.
"Alrighty, Kitsune!" Su replied joyfully while eating a half-rotten banana.
***
It was long walk, but Keitaro finally came across a bar where he hoped no one would recognize Kitsune, and stepped inside. Exhausted from his stroll, Keitaro plopped onto a barstool. Immediately, several men began chatting animatedly about the new arrival and Keitaro rolled his eyes. Almost instantly, a small bottle of sake was poured into a cup in front of Keitaro.
"Wait, I didn't order yet," Keitaro objected, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"On the house. Courtesy of the gentleman to your right," the barkeep explained. Keitaro turned and saw the rather charitable 'gentleman'. He looked to be around 24 with short, light brown hair, leering brown eyes and a brown sweatshirt.
"Hello gorgeous," the guy said with an easy grin.
"Umm, hello," Keitaro replied, nervously as he reached into his pocket and withdrew Kitsune's wallet. "Thanks for the drink and all, but I can cover it, see?" However, as soon as Keitaro opened Kitsune's wallet, the derelict emptiness within revealed itself, and Keitaro meekly tucked the wallet back into his pocket. "Well, I guess you could buy me just one."
Kaolla Su stretched like a cat as she woke up in bed late one morning. The girl felt as if she has been inactive for far too long this lazy summer and that she still had a Tama-chan to catch. The strange foreign girl waded through the jungle of her room and quickly got dressed in her school fuku. The girl then slid her door open and stepped out into the hallway and met a load of laundry, followed by a harassed looking Shinobuu. "Hello Shinobu!" Su greeted with her wide, exuberant smile.
"Ah, hello Su," Shinobu replied nervously. Su just grinned and dug her hand into the basket. "Please! Kaolla-san, I just washed those!" Shinobu objected.
"Who's is this?" Su asked innocently as she pulled out of the basket a pair of black lace panties.
Shinobu quickly snatched the article out of the curious Su's hands. "Its Kitsune's of course," the shy girl answered. "Anything that's that black and that lacy is always Kitsune's."
"Whyyy?" Su asked happily.
"Because it makes her look nice I guess?" Shinobu answered delicately.
"Can it work on us too?" the foreign girl asked.
"We aren't. big enough for Kitsune's kind of underwear," Shinobu replied, thinking with no small amount of envy, of Kitsune's voluptuous curves.
***
Kitsune grumbled to herself once again as she continued to scrub the floors of the wooden hallways of Hinata House. The poor girl had to get on Keitaro's hands and knees to scrub the grime and dirt off the wood surfaces. 'He'll pay for this,' Kitsune thought as she started rubbing a particularly stubborn smear on the wood.
"Need some help with that?" Keitaro asked the angry girl in his body. Kitsune shot him a glare.
"No way!" Kitsune angrily objected. "You know how bad it will be for my image if anyone else saw me scrubbing floors? Besides, why do YOU want to help? This is your fault."
"Actually, it was yours," Keitaro said boldly as he leaned against the wall. "It was those wooden statues that did this. It appears you took a liking to one of them and hid it. somewhere,"
"Damn!" Kitsune cursed and took out her new anger on the stains. "But it was just a hunk of wood! How could that do anything?"
"Listen," Keitaro said calmly, "this was just all circumstance, bad luck. We shouldn't blame anyone."
"Says the person that doesn't have to scrub the floors," Kitsune bitterly pointed out. "Look, I have to finish off these floors or Motoko will finish ME off, so we can talk about blame later, okay?"
"Well, if you ever change your mind about the help, you know where to find me," Keitaro said sniffily as he left the hallway and went back into Kitsune's old room.
"Lousy, good for nothing. thinks I can't handle a few chores," Kistune grumbled as she put her back into her work.
"Something wrong Urashima-sempai?" Shinobu asked innocently with her arms supporting the large laundry basket.
"It's nothing, Shinobu," Kitsune replied, sighing heavily. Then Kitsune suddenly felt an incredible weight on her tired back.
"Cheer up Keitaro!" Su said with a wide grin and hooked her fingers into the corner of Kitsune's mouth to its limits, forcing it into the shape of a wide grin. "See? All better!"
Kitsune just cried to herself and let the humiliation continue as she continued to scrub the floor.
***
Naru brushed her hair and gazed into her mirror as she thought about the last couple of days. Things seemed a little off in Hinata and Naru just couldn't place what was peculiar.
Keitaro seemed to be in second gear this summer. Naru reasoned it was because of the stress, besides, Keitaro was entitled to slack off a little. Motoko, however, seemed to disagree.
Kitsune seemed a bit jumpier in the past few days, she hadn't been drinking as much as she used to. Naru never imagined her old friend would attempt to stop drinking, much less go cold turkey and tried to contemplate why she would make such a decision. 'I guess I could ask her,' Naru thought, 'But really, what right do I have to ask such a thing?'
The questions about Kitsune foremost in her thoughts, Naru slid open her door and stepped out into the hallway, only to bump right into Motoko. "Motoko! Oh sorry, I didn't see you!" Naru hastily apologized.
"No need to apologize," Motoko replied. "Have you seen Urashima?"
"Last I saw, Keitaro was downstairs, just finishing up the floors," Naru promptly answered. "Why?"
"Good," Motoko said with a stiff nod. "He has been neglecting his duties as landlord recently. It is nice to see him taking his responsibilities seriously again."
"Motoko-chan, you seem to like it a bit too much when someone obeys you," Naru observed. "I'd feel sorry for your husband - if you ever get married that is,"
"It will not occur anytime soon"
"Don't count guys out, Motoko," Naru said teasingly. "In fact, I bet you could get a lot of dates."
"Men and boys know their place around me," Motoko answered. "Especially if they want to get acquainted with my form of birth control." To emphasize her point, Motoko thumbed her sword free from its scabbard by an inch.
"I REALLY feel sorry for any guy that compliments you," Naru said. "Anyway, You might want to check on Shinobu-chan, she might need some help with the laundry."
***
Keitaro stared at the cleanly folded and pressed pile of Kitsune's clothing that Shinobu just handed him, unsure of what to do with it. Sighing, Keitaro walked to Kitsune's dresser and opened the first drawer; he picked up the small bundle of bras and let his fingertips slide over the fabric. With a shudder, Keitaro placed them as neatly as possible into the drawer, trying hard NOT to imagine how the black lace would look on Kitsune's body, though he could find out in less than 2 minutes.
Next, Keitaro picked up a very familiar looking article: a red turtleneck sweater. Keitaro held it up and remembered how it seemed like Kitsune was glued into this sweater. He held it up to his chest and had to admit it did complement her body well. He put the sweater aside, thinking that it would be best to wear it later and continued to put Kistune's clean laundry away.
Suddenly, almost to interrupt the tranquil moment, a loud honking of a horn was heard in the distance. Keitaro quickly ran to the window and saw Seta's van, once again, making its usual chaotic entrance into Hinata.
Keitaro just sighed and watched the van slowly skid to a halt mere inches away from the actual house. Seconds later, Seta climbed out of the passenger window and spotted Keitaro. "Ah, just who I wanted to talk to," the professor said as he jumped into Kitsune's window.
"So what did you find out?" Keitaro asked, eager to be out of Kitsune's body.
"Quite a lot!" Seta said enthusiastically. "For instance, the wood used for the construction of the statues is quite a common breed of trees. Most island societies believe it holds special magical properties and use it for quite a few ceremonial objects."
"That's all nice and good, Seta-san," Keitaro said, frustrated by his professional zeal, "but what about this particular situation?"
"Ah yes!" Seta said. "The good news is, that the switch seems to only last 7 days. After the 7th day, it should correct itself."
"Thank GOD!" Keitaro exclaimed in relief.
"That's only the good news," Seta pointed out pragmatically.
"What's the bad?" Keitaro asked, dreading what would come.
"It appears," Seta said as he dug through his notes, "that while in Kitsune's body you will have one of her attributes."
"That doesn't sound too bad," Keitaro responded as he almost unknowingly picked up the sake bottle he'd been eyeing for the majority of the day and took a sip. "But I doubt I got one of Kitsune's traits. If I did, I wouldn't even know which." Almost before he finished the statement, Keitaro took another sip, then realized precisely what he was doing and spit out the sake. "What the heck am I doing?!" Keitaro asked himself more than anyone else.
"That appears to be the trait," Seta said, grinning.
"Oh great, I'm an alcoholic," Keitaro grumbled.
"Don't feel too bad," Seta reassured him, "In a few days, it will all be over. That is, if the statues aren't destroyed-"
***
Kitsune, however, was unaware that it would all be over in a few days and continued with Keitaro's chores. She was currently cleaning the windows outside in a harness, heartedly grumbling about her drunken stupidity. A few more swipes of the paper towel and the girl sighed in relief. "Thank goodness that's over," Kitsune said as she carefully grabbed the edge of the window and tried to climb into the house. However, the harness was rather old. Grandmother Hina had considered replacing it for a number of years, but it had worked well for Keitaro numerous times. Today, however, it decided the stress was too and gave way under his weight.
Gravity seemed to grab Kitsune, the hapless woman lurched towards the ground before the band snapped and she descended with a wail. Yet, as luck had it, Kitsune's fall was broken. Unfortunately, the luck was bad, as what broke Kitsune's fall was Motoko. Kitsune looked down, saw the squished Kendo girl beneath her and quickly moved off with lightning speed.
"Oh god, Motoko, I'm so sorry!" Kitsune quickly apologized, bowing deeply. The malicious glint in Motoko's eyes, however, illuminated more clearly Kitsune's predicament. She was in trouble.
"Urashima!!!" Motoko screamed as she started to slowly unsheathe her blade. But, Kitsune's mercurial luck skyrocketed as Naru came to the rescue, she quickly grabbed Motoko's shoulder.
"Motoko-chan, it was an accident!" Naru quickly said. Motoko sighed and took Naru's word for it and pushed the blade back into his sheath.
"Sorry, Urashima," Motoko apologized with a deep bow, "for the confusion."
Kitsune was staring, wide eyed with shock as the younger girl bowed. "I've seen hell." She whimpered inaudibly.
"Umm, excuse us Keitaro," Naru said as she grabbed Motoko by the elbow and dragged the kendo girl a few feet away from Kitsune. The two girls then hurriedly held a conference and seemed to disagree. Then Naru whispered something back and Motoko shuddered before turning her head away from Naru. Finally, Kitsune could hear Naru say, "Good, now ask."
Motoko marched towards Kitsune grudgingly, squaring her shoulders, "Urashima, to correct my earlier behavior, would it be all right if I gave you a - "the proud girl paused, shuddered, then continued, "a massage to alleviate the stress to your back from the fall?"
"Sure, if you want," Kitsune answered.
***
Keitaro rotated his sore shoulder and groaned; earlier, Su tried to play with him as the foreign girl usually did with Kitsune. Kitsune's body seemed more accommodated to Su's usual piggyback rides, but the dirt the girl rolled him in deemed a change in wardrobe, and now Keitaro was wearing Kitsune's signature red sweater.
The day was slowly coming to a close and Keitaro once again felt bored. It was around 6 in the afternoon, yet the mind-numbing hum-drum of Kitsune's daily life left him feeling unsatisfied. Not to mention he finished off that bottle of sake almost immediately after Seta left. The end of that bottle only confirmed what Seta suspected: That Keitaro inherited Kitsune's alcoholic habits.
That in itself wouldn't be a problem, considering he now had her tolerance of said alcohol, but the Hinata House appeared to be dry. Keitaro got up and stretched both arms above his head lazily as he walked through the hallways, trying to find something to do that would not involve wrestling with Su, the temptation of Kitsune's body, or reminding him of alcohol.
"OUCH!" a loud cry echoed throughout the house, a cry that Keitaro recognized. It was the sound of his former body in pain. Keitaro quickly rounded the corner and opened the door to his old room by a slight crack, the image within was. strange to say the least. Kistune in his former body was laying face down on his futon and Motoko was giving her a massage. "AIEE!" Kitsune wailed again in pain as Motoko drove her palms deep into Keitaro's back.
"You are unusually tense today, Urashima," Motoko observed as she continued the massage. Frustrated and slightly jealous, Keitaro walked away from the door.
'She only gave me a massage when she thought I was going to kill myself,' Keitaro thought gloomily. 'Ok, her massages hurt like hell, but still: What is Kitsune doing in my body that deserves a massage from Motoko?' Frustrated, Keitaro decided he should just give into the need for alcohol... but where to find some?
"Where you going, Kitsune?" Su asked as she hung upside down from the ceiling.
"Just going out for a few hours," Keitaro answered.
"Good! Just like always!" Su said happily.
"Well, be a good girl, all right?" Keitaro said patronizingly as he pulled on Kitsune's tennis shoes.
"Alrighty, Kitsune!" Su replied joyfully while eating a half-rotten banana.
***
It was long walk, but Keitaro finally came across a bar where he hoped no one would recognize Kitsune, and stepped inside. Exhausted from his stroll, Keitaro plopped onto a barstool. Immediately, several men began chatting animatedly about the new arrival and Keitaro rolled his eyes. Almost instantly, a small bottle of sake was poured into a cup in front of Keitaro.
"Wait, I didn't order yet," Keitaro objected, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"On the house. Courtesy of the gentleman to your right," the barkeep explained. Keitaro turned and saw the rather charitable 'gentleman'. He looked to be around 24 with short, light brown hair, leering brown eyes and a brown sweatshirt.
"Hello gorgeous," the guy said with an easy grin.
"Umm, hello," Keitaro replied, nervously as he reached into his pocket and withdrew Kitsune's wallet. "Thanks for the drink and all, but I can cover it, see?" However, as soon as Keitaro opened Kitsune's wallet, the derelict emptiness within revealed itself, and Keitaro meekly tucked the wallet back into his pocket. "Well, I guess you could buy me just one."