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Chapter 2: Biology

Huuuuuge thank you to Midori-white, without their awesomeness, this chapter would be a lot less interesting. Full credit to them, and if you enjoy this, please check out their story, my inspiration, The Daily Life in Mikage Shrine. Thank you!

'God, I'm tired.' Nanami yawned and stretched.

'Hey,' Tomoe warned, waving his chopsticks at her, 'cover your mouth when you yawn, you could be possessed by demons.'

'T-Tomoe, t-thank you for worrying about m – '

'And opening your mouth that much is far more than unsightly.'

Nanami pouted. After returning from a particularly tough day at school (Hey, Nanami, is it true you are so poor, Kurama has to pay for your lunch?), she wished to be able to come home and unwind, but Tomoe appeared to have other ideas.

'Get changed, eat your food, take a bath.'

Nanami rolled her eyes. 'I'm not hungry,Tomoe.'

Indignantly, Tomoe opened his mouth to argue, but Nanami already picked herself up and stormed to her room. Tomoe heaved a sigh at the melodramatic human God. After dropping his chopsticks back to his plate, he followed her irritably.

He'd planned to slam the screen open, but something made him hesitate.

'Nanami?' he called gently. 'Nanami, can I come in?'

After hearing the muffled 'yes', he entered the room. Nanami was lying on her futon, still in her uniform and wearing a disgruntled expression.

'Nanami, are you not feeling well?' Tomoe brought a cool hand to her forehead. She leaned into it and she sighed quietly.

'No fever. Look, Nanami, why don't you go take a bath? I'm just about to do the laundry; you'll have a clean futon to come back to.' He smiled gently and she eventually agreed, taking a fluffy towel and a fresh pair of clothes with her.

Tomoe was right. Taking a bath was a great idea; her tense expression had been soothed into a peaceful smile and her aches and pains melted away.

I'll have to thank him as soon as I get out, she thought to herself.

After draining the bath water and changing into her most comfortable clothes, Nanami set aside the screen door.

What she didn't expect to see was Tomoe suddenly leap at her, grab her shoulders and shake her firmly.

'Nanami?! Are you OK? Are you hurt? Where are you hurt? Who hurt you?'

Painfully aware of her towel-turban, she glanced up at his face, only to find a tender expression of, granted, alarm on his smooth features.

'I'm not hurt,' Nanami whispered, then louder, 'I'm not hurt! Really, Tomoe!'

He glared at her. 'You don't have to lie, it's okay, they won't hurt you again, I'll kill them before they can touch you again!'

He pulled her into an embrace. Normally she wouldn't hesitate to hug him back, but this time she broke free.

'I'm not hurt!' she insisted.

Tomoe dramatically face-palmed before lifting her futon easily and gesturing to a reddy-brown circle that could only be blood.

Mortified, Nanami hid her face in her hands. 'T-Tomoe, t-that is –'

With a sigh, she flopped down to the floor. Curiously, he glanced at her before sitting opposite her.

'Tell me what's wrong,' his soothing voice called to her until she removed her hands and stared at the carpet as she explained.

'W-when a girl is… r-ready to… er, fertile… she will, um, bleed. All human girls do it…'

Tomoe stared at her before sighing.

'Female demons aren't like that.'

Irritably, Nanami searched his face, only to find a tender smile.

'Let me get you something to eat and some hot chocolate,' without waiting for her response (which was a good thing, since all she could think of was 'um, I-I, t-that's… h-hot chocolate?), he pulled her into what Nanami referred to as the "study". This was a downright lie, as it contained the TV and nothing educational.

After returning from the kitchen with several rice balls and a mug of hot chocolate, he sat opposite her once again. As she drank and ate, he watched her, smiling slightly and sipping his cup of green tea. When she'd finished, she thanked him and made to stand up, which proved impossible when Tomoe's hand wrapped around her own.

'Wait,' he whispered, 'stay a while.'

Nanami, confused but wholly content, nodded and returned to her seat.

She also waited for him to make a point, but when he didn't, just leisurely sipped his green tea, she attempted to create a conversation herself.

'S-so, Tomoe…'

'Hm?'

'Since I taught you some human biology, can you teach me some Yōkai biology?' she did not know where it came from – curiosity? Wanting to know more about him?

Tomoe placed his cup down on the table.

'What do you want to know, Nanami?'

Nanami's mind wandered. 'I want to know your weakest point!'

Tomoe eyed her suspiciously. 'That is different for each Yōkai as it is each human. For instance, our good friend the Dragon King's weakness is his eyes, are they not? As they can cure so many illnesses, they are also a great target.'

'Tomoe?'

'Yes, Nanami?'

'What's your weak point?'

'And what would make you think I'd tell you?'

With a pout, Nanami released her hair from the towel-turban. Then, casting him a glance full of mirth, she whispered:

'I order you to tell me your weakest point.'

Immediately, Tomoe replied.

'My ears.'

Nanami laughed. 'Your ears?'

'You might scoff, human, but think: they are very sensitive, are they not? I can hear what you can only dream of, the thump, thump, thump of a ladybird's footsteps as it pads across a leaf. The scream of a flower as it is carelessly plucked – '

He would have continued were it not for Nanami leaning across the table and gently stroking the tips of his ears.

'N-Nanami!'

'What?' she mumbled and she tickled the fluff that poked out from inside.

'S-stop!' His ears twitched but his fangs exposed themselves, his mouth turned up at the ends.

He was enjoying it!

Nanami laughed as she petted his head and he curled up to her in a fluffy ball.

'I can't control my body!' he called wildly as his tail wagged and he began to roll over.

And that's how Mizuki found them when he entered the room, with Nanami rubbing Tomoe's belly and his mouth contorted into a grin.

'Tomoe, that's sick!' and for the second time, Tomoe ended up with sake being thrown over him.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter! If you haven't read Midori-white's, I suggest you do. This chapter wouldn't be anywhere near as funny without it!

Thank you: PurebloodWolfYokai and The Blue Rogue for their kind reviews :3