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Tomoe & Nanami - 01

[Working on a Sunday, it did not sound like a pleasant idea for the human deity. Just like every other Sunday before this one, she could be found sleeping in as she relaxed on her bed with a delighted smile on her lips. Her room was so warm and comfortable, deciding that nothing in the world will force her out of bed, not this time!

After a few moments of rest, Nanami will begin to stretch her body as her sleepwear will begin to loosen its hold onto her body, slowly falling off and revealing a bit more than necessary. She felt cold, her warmth escaping her body, so she will turn onto her side hoping to reach out for the escaping warmth. She wished for her body to feel as comfortable as it did before, but it wasn't enough to awaken her.

A memory, maybe even a dream, will be enter her mind. The picture thought of Kei's recent advice in wanting to attract Tomoe came to mind. Her conversation over changing herself resurfaced along with the memory of Tomoe's words of her having chose him. Did he really meant his words? Nanami was certain he did, but even so....she did wanted to change, to transform into a woman that can match her familiar. How will she accomplish such a goal? Who knows. The dating and fashion magazines did not help much, but there was one topic that did interest her: Tomoe's own interests in woman. What did he like about Yukiji? What about the Tanuki girls? What do each of these girls possess that attracts him to them whenever he runs away? What was it?

Stirring in her sleep, Nanami will open her eyes, begrudgingly, as she sits up on her bed, pondering over those ideas. Mikage did say....he fell in love with her, but did he? She wasn't entirely certain.]

....what does Tomoe...? [What did he really feel about her?] Hmm....

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What about me?

[ Hovering outside of the human god’s bed chambers, Tomoe lazily asks the question on what she was muttering about while she tossed and turned in that bed of hers. After having completed all the chores he needed to, he had decided that it was about time to wake Nanami up despite the day being that of a Sunday. Clearly something was on the deity’s mind, but unfortunately for the familiar he couldn’t quite figure out what it was that went through that strange teenage mind of hers.

Girls of this time certainly were, how should he put it, strange. Peculiar, even. They were nothing like how they used to be back in his time and age - or from what he remembered of it, at least - for they seemed quite shameless now. Girls would wear things like short skirts, or revealing upper-wear which was something they could only dream of doing back in his day. Letting out a tired sigh, he props himself against the side of the door. ]

If you have enough time to mutter about me in your sleep, isn’t it about time you stopped slacking off and do some work for a change? You act more like a freeloader than someone who actually lives in the shrine. Get up and help me with the laundry.

T-TOMOE!!!

[It was clear than anything else in the world that she did not expect to find Tomoe by her bedside so early in the morning by her reaction alone.]

H-How much did yo--!?

[His response did not give much time for her to ask as he began to complain over the way she was not working around the shrine -- the usual complains expressed every morning. An annoyed frown will appear on her lips.]

I do as much work as the next person! It isn't my fault there aren't many worshipers visiting today! [Or none at all, to be more exact. But those were not the thoughts she wanted to show nor express to Tomoe. After all, her mission today was to find out his interests in which type of woman he felt the most attracted to. A mission she felt the urge to find out.]

.....I'll help you, only to prove I am no freeloader! I'm not afraid of working especially if it is for the good of this shrine.

[The idea of Tomoe bossing her around continue to annoy her, but....she didn't mind it as much at the moment. After all, the idea of helping with the laundry didn't bother her. She did like the way he did the laundry....at the very least, the way he dried and folded everything so quickly. The image of him doing so hasn't left her mind. Although, she was determine to be careful this time around by not allowing Tomoe to fold her lingerie or even look at it again!]

I'll get the dirty laundry. Wait one moment, Tomoe.

[She'll quickly move around and get every pieces of dirty clothes she can find which, luckily, wasn't much today because it did not take for her to return to his side with a weak smile on her lips.]

Are you going to clean my futon today?

[ One would expect that Nanami would be used to him being the first person to speak come first thing in the morning, especially since he was what was more commonly known as an early bird; as the expression went, “the early bird catches the worm”. However, it seemed that the girl was still not use to this, hence her surprise when he spoke to her in such a bored, almost monotonous voice. How much longer was she going to remain a daydreamer? Truth be told, that part of her irritated him somewhat but, at the same time, he loved it for it was what made her Nanami.

Just delivering her a blank stare after her cut-off question, he keeps it that way for a while before turning his gaze elsewhere; presumably to see if her bed chambers needed cleaning or not or if anything was where it usually wasn’t. Everything seemed the same as usual so far, which was good in his books. ]

I’ve been here for a while now. It’s not my fault if you aren’t observant enough about your surroundings. [ That’s why other yokai kidnap you in the first place. ]

[ ... Aaand there she goes, yelling back at him as usual. He doesn’t bother retorting at first as he walks inside her room, carefully looking around for any dirty clothing and whatnot that may need cleaning. When she asks the question on whether or not he was going to wash her futton today, his answer comes automatically; almost as though the answer had been planned prematurely. ]

Isn’t that much obvious? When you sleep, you sweat and unless you want to sleep in your own sweat, then I’ll be washing it along side everything else I have set aside.

[Somehow the idea of Tomoe watching her sleep will get a suspicious gaze out of her, but she will drop the subject (and gaze) just as quickly as her reaction earlier. At the very least, he hasn't insulted me or brought up my track record of the consequences for being unobservant....

Too bad his record of keeping his comments to himself did not last long, she couldn't help sigh at him as he responded to her question.]

A simple "yes" or "no" would have been enough, you know.

[Yet, she couldn't help, more or less, admire his intelligence over such fun facts (even if she did know the same fact). Nevertheless, she will hold onto her dirty clothes using both her hands before she decides to ask]

....do you need any help carrying it to the river? That is...where you usually do the laundry, right? [The idea of watching Tomoe wash the clothes there has her curious. She has seen him dry and fold laundry, but washing....it will be the first time. A piece of her was beginning to feel anxious over watching him do it because she was curious to know the type of technique he'll use to do it as.]

[ Unfortunately for her, simple “yes” or “no” responses from him were like trying to get blood from out of a stone - in short, quite the tedious task. While the silence settles shortly after having her say that, Tomoe picks up all the dirty clothes he finds lying around because, as he was beginning to well know, Nanami wasn’t the most neat human girl - in fact, even the tanuki girls were more neat with their clothes than how Nanami was where she would just throw them wherever she pleased so long as it meant she could reach her bed sooner.

... Even so, he still found himself being drawn in by her messy habits. Was it perhaps she was different that he was so interested in her? She was the furthest from feminine, she snored (quite loudly, mind you) and she was always getting tangled up in her sheets. What was it about her that caught his attention so? It was rather infuriating at the best of times, and whenever he saw her interacting with other people he would become childish and snap at her. He hated seeing her with crowds of people around her for she was Nanami; his Nanami. She was the god that he now served under which was humiliating at first, but despite her flaws he still loved being of use to her. So long as she wants and needs me, so long as I’m useful to her... I want her to need me. ]

You might as well make yourself useful around here. [ He didn’t intend to, but he snapped at her; not full-on snapped, but took a bite out of her somewhat. He was beginning to feel irritated with these thoughts hovering in his head. He needed a distraction. Anything, anything at all-- Without thinking, he throws some clothes at the human god as he folds up her futon and carries it alongside him over to the riverbed. ]

What are you waiting for? Pick up the pace, will you!?

Oof!

[The snappish comment will not go unnoticed especially after he threw her own clothes towards her general direction, in the most ungraceful manner. Why does he seem even more irritated than before? Earlier on, before Tomoe reacted and left the room, Nanami was all ready busy trying to find an item to help carry the clothes, currently in her disposal, towards the river. After all, it would be much easier to head to the river if she had a basket, so she didn't realize her familiar was deep in thought over whatever it was; but now that she was certain that Tomoe had something on his mind from the way he was now acting, Nanami could not help silently watch his back as he headed further away from her.]

Tomoe! Wait a minute! Don't go too far without me!

[Quickly, she will grab onto one of her uniform shirts, where she will use it as a blanket to wrap the rest of her dirty clothes into. The task was simply and did not take too much time, so she was able to catch up to Tomoe and follow after him to the riverbed without any trouble.

While she followed him, her mind will continue to feel concern over her familiar's sudden attitude change. Even though, Tomoe was usually blunt with his words and sometimes lost his patience with her, but it still was unlike him to snap at her so easily unless he felt entirely annoyed. What did she do to annoy him so quickly? Her mind will begin to wander over the question, but it did not last long to remain in the same topic because an image of the last time she witnessed Tomoe drying the recently cleaned clothes came floating to mind. It was a memory that was difficult to forget and even treasured because he really did look....mesmerizing. His form in the center of the lake, drying all the clothes as though they were begging and motivating him to pay careful attention to them as they dance around him in a circle, she couldn't help love the memory more and more. Whenever she thought of him in such an amazing light, her heart would always jump and squeeze proudly in her chest along with...

Ah! ...that feeling again....

A strange, but pleasant sensation will go through her body as if welcoming the idea of viewing Tomoe with such admiring light. Sometimes she felt the urge to get closer to her familiar and whisper every single honest thought about him into his fox ears as a reward for all of his hard work, but....just the idea of getting closer to him than they all ready were embarrassed her. Tomoe made her feel both content with her current life, but anxiety as well; maybe even self-conscious as she held the habit of comparing other woman's beauty to her own...unattractiveness. Compare to them, in her opinion, she was nothing....a fact which made her feel worse about herself.

That's why, she needs to know, in order for her to change to the better!]

Tomoe? Can I ask you a question? [Slight pause.] A personal one?

[ Despite Nanami’s yells on wanting him not to go too far without her, he pays her no attention as he carries on moving forward and closer to the river. The sooner he could clean these, the sooner he could get away from the human god and allow himself time to regain his usual composure; the usual Tomoe he always was. No matter what, he didn’t want to remain in her presence too long in case he ended up doing something he may regret at a later date - he was quite proud of his self-control, at the very least.

So noisy. Why must she be so noisy? At this rate, she was going to give him a headache with her constant screeching. Of all people, why did he have to form the familiar contract with her? She was annoying, loud, bosy, stubborn, irritating, childish, naive, and the list could go on and on. But, even so, he loved her for those traits, much as they annoyed him. Once he managed to reach the river, he kneels down as he begins to wash and scrub the dirt off of the clothing. To him, it was a normal thing to do but the way his hands worked were with the most absolute delicateness, almost as if the clothes were fragile things. Even when he rinsed out the water, the same delicacy remained in his hand movements as his tail moved about from time to time, sometimes patting the wet clothes to further dry them.

At her question, he answers in an indifferent tone of voice. Perhaps even distracted. ]

What is it?

[Once she was given the okay to ask her question, Nanami will begin to look away as she tried to figure out the best way to ask him without the fox familiar figuring out the true reason behind her current curiosity. As she thought about it, it won't take very long for her gaze to change their attention to the way Tomoe was working beside her, it was the first time she was given the chance to watch him clean the clothing by the river. Was this how people in the past washed their laundry? Now that she thought about it, why didn't Tomoe simply used a washing machine instead? She can't help begin to wonder for a bit....]

....you really were alive during the Edo period, weren't you? [An amused smile will appear.] You act pretty old-fashioned for someone living in this century as a teenager. Wouldn't you prefer to wash and dry the laundry using a washing machine instead of doing it by the river?

[As she thought about it, she couldn't help realize other factors about Tomoe. Like how, he only wore beautiful kimonos. Even in his past, she clearly remembered his way of acting was graceful, his clothing were just as pretty as those of now, and his voice was....it wasn't as rough as Akura-ou's, but it held just of a terrifying edge to it. Graceful terror, maybe? At the memory, Nanami will lightly shake her head and remind herself that Tomoe wasn't like his old self, but even so....she couldn't bring herself to admit in ever hating him. She couldn't. Even if he was a wild fox that killed others, he was still able to fall in love with someone.....it was more than enough proof over the state of his heart not having been entirely dark. A soft smile will form as she thought about it.]

Do you miss the past? [To be more specific:] Do you miss the ways things were? Like the ancient ways of doing anything?

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