Okay, kittens, just a few quick announcements before I give you the next chapter of this story.
1st of all, For the next few weeks/months my attentions will be scattered and I'm not sure just how often I'm going to be updating. We just found out several days ago that my grandmother on my dad's side has terminal cancer, and the doctors didn't catch it in time.
And on top of that my grandmother has refused treatments for it because she wants to die, so...
Anyways. I'm going to be spending some extra time with her.
Also, I'm planning to open my own web store where I will be selling some antique, handmade, and pre owned jewelry. I'll tell you when that's up and you guys can check it out, but I plan to have a little bit of everything. I also plan to collect some gold jewelry to add to it.
And on top of all of that I'm also planning my best friend's wedding. They hav'nt set a date, so until they do, I'm trying to find a wedding dress for her, fit to her specifications, and I"m trying to find me a brides maid dress that will look nice without making me look like a troll.
And I guess that's it.
Here is the next chapter of Underneath the underneath.
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Wolf sighed and sat back in his seat and rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hands. Where the fuck was Kitsune? And why was she always dumping her shitty paper work on him? He had come into work at five this morning after only two hours of sleep, and had been utterly devastated by the sheer amount of papers Kitsune had piled on his desk. The damn heartless bitch.
Seriously when he had opened up his office door this morning he had been swimming in the pages, there was just so many of them. He had numerous paper cuts in places that he didn't even want to think about and to make matters worse...
Weasel had been swept away by the paper tide and the others had all screamed like little girls and abandoned the office to go drink them selves into oblivion for losing a comrade in such a horrible manner. And Wolf couldn't blame them, not really. He might have gone with them if digging Weasel out and doing something to straiten out the mess hadn't been his number one priority.
That had been four hours ago and Wolf was starting to wonder if maybe Kitsune was playing a prank on him, a horrible, mean spirted, and sadistic prank. He leaned forward in his seat again and picked up another paper and looked over it, blinking his eyes when the words seemed to blend together. He made a low sound of irritation and promptly banged his head on the desk.
Oh god this was a nightmare. It had to be. Kitsune was a mean spirited person and a little bit of a sadist, but she wouldn't do this to him. Right? Right? Still the evidence was right here, in his hand, getting ink all over his skin. Damn her. Damn her to hell.
He wouldn't do it. He didn't care if she locked him up for the rest of his life. He would kill someone-no scratch that, he would kill her before he did that.
He lifted his head and looked at the damn page again, and felt bile rise in his throat and bit back a pathetic sounding whimper. Why? Why him? Why was she suddenly so keen on terrorising him? Why couldn't she just stick to making Cage and Weasel her bitches? Why had she suddenly felt the need to branch out and include him in her circle of pets/slaves?
He looked at the paper again and wondered if he could beg his way out of this, but the words at the bottom of the page quickly dashed that hope.
According to the paper in his hand, he would be getting a new work uniform. One that included a shirt that just barely covered his chest, and a micro mini skirt...all of them pink. But that was'nt the worst part. No, not by far. Kitsune apparently had a very active imagination for a little girl and had also included...a collar and tights.
He banged his head on his desk again.
And if he refused to wear them, he'd be spending some wonderful quality time with his brand spankin new(are you all ready for this?) Daddy Gai.
For a three months, where he would be forced to live with the man in the guise of a small child and his new name would be...Youthful Vigor.
And his precious Itcha Itcha books would be banned from the village along with every other sort of porn in the village, meaning that he would 1) have to endure this humiliation or he would 2) be raised as Gai's son for three months and he would never see anything perverted or indecent again.
That was just plain wrong. He was a healthy adult male after all. porn made up a majority of his reading material and movies. Without them he'd have to do something really terrible...like become a serial killer or something. Or even worse, he'd have to date Anko again!
He made his decision quickly and stood up and waded around his desk and towards the door, ignoring the crinkling of papers under his feet and brushing up against his hips and stomach. He'd wear the damn uniform. But he didn't have to like it.
Damn her to hell.