I finally escaped. It took me about a week to understand the Ox's schedule and thankfully it worked to my advantage. I whistled happily walking down the streets with my hands behind my head. I wanted to be somewhere where the Ox wouldn't find me and to be where I can relax and erase all the tension from my body.

"Hello, can I get a full body massage?"

"Sure, right this way."

I followed the red head into a room down the hall, where she opened a door and I was lead in. There sat my masseuse for the day, she was blonde and had her hands down at her lap. She smiled at me and gesture me over to where I could change. I went behind a makeshift curtain and undressed, folding my clothes neatly before wrapping a towel around my waist. I went over to the table and laid face down before smooth hands caressed my tanned skin. The room soon began smelling like scented oils and lavender. I sighed with content as the hands loosened the tension in my neck and my mind drifted off into a far away land.

As soon as my mind went to fantasy land, I snapped back to reality when the hands removed itself from my back. About a minute later they returned but something was off. The hands, I noted, weren't as soft as they were a minute ago. These hands, they were rougher, more calloused. Even with a slightly different hand, I didn't mind, they were still good and perfect on my muscles.

But then, something horrible, something unimaginable happened.

"Um, excuse me, what was that all about?"

The person behind me didn't speak, but they dare place a kiss upon my back? Specifically on my right back shoulder blade? It was outrageous! Unheard of!

"Hey, lady I was talking-!"

I tried to turn to look at her, but a hand stopped me from turning around. Why was that? Before the person could stop me from turning fully around, I saw a glimpse of white hair. Wait, the lady didn't have . . . But I knew who did . . .

Quickly, I turned around at my waist and almost wanted to punch the person into oblivion. Just when was I able to have a whole day to myself without the damn cow breathing down my neck?

"What the hell, Haru? Why are you here?"

"If you wanted a massage, kitten, I could do it for you at home and for free. You don't need to waste your money in this place being groped by a woman. I rather it be me that gets to grope you," the cow replied nonchalantly. I sat up and glared at the younger boy who was sitting on his hind heels ontop of the table with me,

"Couldn't you see that I wanted to get away from you? Are you blind?"

"I can see perfectly, Kyou. But I don't know why you would want to be away from me. Did I do something wrong again?" Haru titled his head in confusion as he stared at me with a slight pout on his lips, those kissable lips in which . . .

"Yeah! You're bothering me! That's what you did wrong!" I sputtered, hoping to erase such evil, betraying, lustful thoughts!

"You could've told me, Kyou. I would've been okay with it," the cow hopped off the table. I blinked,

"Wait, really? You mean, if I told you to stop bothering me, you would?"

"I would."

I nodded quite happily now.

"Question, does that mean I won't get my daily three kisses?" the cow asked. I could start to feel the anger creep up inside me again. My hands clenched into fists at my side,

"Hell no!"