Duran-kun and Kiyo-chan's Omake Theater
(featuring the Kuga-Fujino family pets)
Chinese take-out containers littered the table in the Kuga-Fujino living room. The humans had finished eating and were sharing a last cup of tea, while the animals were addressing themselves to their leftovers.
Kiyohime had decided to use this occasion to master a new skill. Rather than just devour the six dumplings in front of her, her first and second heads each had a chopstick in its mouth and were attempting to pick up a dumpling together. After all, a hydra never knew when she might be invited out to dinner, and in polite society one did not eat by sticking one's mouth into the food.
The fifth head used the distraction to snake out and grab one of the dumplings. Hunger was more important than manners, it had apparently decided.
Duran, on the other hand, knew that no one ever invited the family dog to dinner and if they did would just put his food on the floor anyway. His muzzle was buried in the shrimp fried rice, happily wolfing away. Natsuki chuckled at his practicality, but her enjoyment of the pets' eating habits was cut short by the prickling of her instincts, that warning of trouble which had saved her neck many a time in the past. She glanced to her left to see that her lover was giving her a very odd look over the rim of her teacup.
"Shizuru?"
"Yes, Natsuki?"
"...That is a really weird look on your face."
"Ara, is it?"
Natsuki's gaze narrowed.
"Okay, out with it. What's going on inside that sneaky head of yours?"
Shizuru set the teacup down.
"Well, I was just thinking of how much I would like to clear off the table with a sweep of my arm, then push Natsuki down on it. I would grab the neck of your T-shirt and tear it down the front. Then I would pour the last of my tea over you, and lick it off of your skin, with sweet, slow sweeps of my tongue, even as I unbuttoned your jeans and pushed them down over your hips. After that, I would—"
"Yeahhh, okay, I think I get the general idea." Natsuki hopped to her feet. "Duran, how'd you like to go down to the park for a run, maybe exercise off some of this dinner?"
Duran looked up and woofed happily. He was fine with just being let out into the fenced back yard, but walks with Natsuki were much more fun. There might even be squirrels to bark at!
"Great; it's settled. And maybe by the time we get back, someone will be feeling a little less completely nuts."
Wagging, Duran got to his feet. He wasn't actually sure how what Shizuru said was all that different than what Shizuru ordinarily got up to, but he doubted it was the dog's job to ask those questions. And besides, walk!
After the front door had clicked shut behind the departing walkers, Shizuru picked up a slip of paper from the trash on the table.
"'Honesty will be well rewarded,'" she read aloud. "Kiyohime, do you think I should call the restaurant and complain? I don't think it's right for them to be putting lies into their cookies."
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A/N: Yep. We get take-out, and Shizuru and Natsuki get another fortune-cookie short! I'm beginning to get the idea that these omake will be able to continue so long as the Chinese restaurants in town stay open...