Tasuki was at home in bed with the two couples and Rekka Shin Apartment’s famous husband and wife Nuriko and Hotohori at each side. After his confrontation with Chiriko, Tasuki was physically shooed away by his guards. Nuriko and Hotohori were on their way back from the adoption agency to find him slumped on a bench in the park looking like someone just died. If it weren’t for Nuriko’s strength due to habitual body-building, Tasuki wouldn’t be able to moved with all the bandages and casts on his body.
“Be reasonable, Tasuki,” Yui said as she wrapped new bandages around him replacing the soiled ones. An advantage she gained when she was the team leader of the First-Aid Club. “I know you mean well to try saving Chichiri-chan, but you’re dealing with the son of a tycoon here. It’s like trying to clear a forest fire with a glass of water!”
“Hai, she’s right,” Hotohori agreed. “Even with my wealthy family background, I pale in comparison with Chiriko. Not to mention my superiors are absolutely terrified to cross lines with his otosan. My company is under his otosan’s turf.”
“So is my restaurant,” Tamahome chided in.
“So are our universities,” Miaka, Yui and Nakago said simultaneously.
“And so is that Mitsukake pet shop you mentioned and almost half of the district my apartment is built on and…” Nuriko counted but was cut short by Tasuki’s exclamation.
“Na…Nani! His span of power goes that far? This…This can’t be happening!”
“Oh yeah, it’s happening alright,” Nuriko nodded in confirmation, then poked an accusing finger on Tasuki’s nose—the only part least injured on his body—and warned, “So if you think a small little insignificant sushi like you is gonna out-taste an unagiri like him, you got one thing coming!”
“Err…Food is not exactly the best way to describe his situation right now, Nuriko-san,” Tamahome said as he tried to keep his girlfriend from experiencing a drooling phenomena.
“We can’t just let him win!” Tasuki protested. “Chichiri is my pet, not his. I bought him first with my own money, so he belongs to me, not some pampered spoiled brat who think she can take everything he wants!”
“Well, technically he’s loaded,” Hotohori noted, “and pretty much every legal authorities—the entire law itself even—is under his financial thumb. So, uh, technically he can take anything he wants.”
“Kuso!” Tasuki growled as he slammed his fist on the bed, his eyes burning with rage. He knew he was of no power and no match to try fighting against a multimillionaire tycoon’s son, but to allow him to get away with murder is beyond his tolerance point. He had to get Chichiri back. There’s no telling what Chichiri would have to go through if he prolonged his stay there. He need to get him back as soon as possible, and he didn’t care what the cost was.
“Calm down, Tasuki,” Hotohori said as he laid the infuriated redhead back down. “You take a rest first. You’ve worked yourself out too much. You’re gonna get yourself killed just stressing yourself out like this. What we need now is a plan. Let us help you worry about it, OK?”
“Yeah. We’re the best tomodachi you can ever have, Tasu-chan,” Nuriko said, still unable to get rid of the habit of calling him by his pet name. “We’ll help you figure out something. Besides, Chichiri is a strong neko. He can hold his own until you get to him. Heiki, heiki ne?”
You don’t know how that tycoon bastard can break him, Tasuki thought as he watched the gang leave his bedroom. He almost broke me…
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“Chichiri-chan, where are you?”Chichiri cringed at upon hearing Chiriko’s voice. It had been at least a fortnight since the last time he met Tasuki and made that heartbreaking choice. Since then, outings and times alone with Chiriko was an everyday torture. He couldn’t enjoy them as much as he used to when he first found himself in Chiriko’s mansion. Every word Chiriko uttered sounded threatening to him, as if indicating that if he didn’t comply with whatever Chiriko was saying, there would be hell for Tasuki to pay. He lived in constant fear whether Chiriko would do Tasuki in without him knowing it coming and he wished almost everyday that someone—anyone—would come and get him out of this hellhole.
It’s not that help was not available. After asking Tasuki to rets and leave everything to them, husband and wife Hotohori and Nuriko and Tasuki’s first two matched couples tried everything they could to get Chichiri out of his predicament. Hotohori tried the persuasive way by using a third person—his boss, as a matter of fact—to talk to Chiriko’s father to persuade his son to return Chichiri, but without success. Chiriko’s father was just way too busy to pay any attention to any miscellaneous request and Chiriko had counted on that. Nakago and Yui tried to bring in the law by using those that has the highest possibilities of not yet being tainted by Chiriko’s wealth, yet because they weren’t tainted by him, they were inexperienced in handling Chiriko and his way of life and they were no match for his power. Nuriko tried the sneaky way (despite her husband’s protests) by dragging Tamahome and Miaka into secretly infiltrating the mansion and try to carry Chichiri out of his room but it seemed that Chiriko was prepared for such situation. They got busted within minutes and was spared from being charged and being thrown into the slammer by Chiriko’s ‘generosity’. Chichiri knew they’ve tried everything they could, and he was grateful for them; but it would take more than that to set him free from the little oni’s grasp.
“Nande, Chichiri-chan? What are you thinking about?”
Chichiri looked away, pretending to be very interested with his ball of yarn. Another one of the finest yarn Chiriko flew in for him: a direct first finished product from China.
“Ne, Chichiri-chan,” Chiriko went closer to CHichiri, picked him up and sat him on his lap. “Daijobu deska?”
Chichiri nodded half-heartedly, his eyes and hands never leaving the yarn ball.
“I hope you’re enjoying your life here. We are going to be so happy together.”
Chichiri forced a smile; his heart aching like it was being stabbed with a wad of nettles and being torn apart bit by bit. It felt both nauseating and suffocating to be held by the person who threatened to harm the one he loved.
“Anno…Chichiri-chan…”
Chichiri felt Chiriko touch his chin. Without warning, he felt the little boy’s tiny lips on his. The feeling of his tongue lingering around inside his mouth made him wonder if Chiriko was really 12 years old. As Chiriko continued kissing him, he felt the boy’s hands fondling with the buttons on his clothes, undoing them one by one. When he felt Chiriko’s hands touching his bare chest underneath his clothes, it was the last straw. He knew where Chiriko was getting at and that was the last thing he would’ve wanted to happen to him. Almost immediately, he let out a shrill hiss and scratched Chiriko’s shoulders, forcing him to let go. While Chiriko nursed his aching, throbbing shoulders, Chichiri quickly leapt about 3 feet away from him, settling himself at a corner of the room with the ball of yarn in his hand.
“Ku…Kuso!” Chiriko looked in horror at the bleeding scratch marks on his shoulders, then glared accusingly at Chichiri, “Teme! What the hell was that for? You’re trying to give me feline rabies or something?”
Chichiri continued playing with the yarn ball, acting as if none of this had ever happened. Chiriko stormed towards Chichiri and glared long and hard at the man-cat who was pretending to be the innocent-looking neko he often portrayed.
“What the hell is your problem anyway? No matter what I do, it’s just not enough, isn’t it? I’m never gonna be good enough for you, am I?”
Chichiri didn’t reply. His silence agreed with whatever he said.
“What is it that I lack, huh? What is it that you need, that I don’t have? What does it take for me to make you like me? Isn’t the fame, the fortune, the comfort, the luxury and everything else I have in here enough for you? What do I have to do to make you at least pretend to like me just a little bit more? Aishiteru-ne, Chichiri-chan! Aishiteru! Why can’t you see that?
“Doushite, Chichiri-chan? Why don’t you like me, Chichiri-chan? Doushite?” Chiriko asked, grabbing Chichiri by the shoulders, only to be pushed away again with threatening hiss. “Why won’t you like me? I have risked everything I have for you! I have done everything in my power to please you! I’ve given everything you needed and more! I’d give up anything for you! I even had to associate with the black sheep of the family just to rescue you from that commoner’s hand! I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to get you out of your filthy life and be with me, right here where you belong! What else do you want?
“It’s that Tasuki guy, isn’t it? Your master, huh? What does he have that I don’t? He treats you like shit, like nothing but a business tool, a pet, a nobody! You really believe he treats like aneki? Coz I’m not buying any of that! That’s just bullshit! A load of crap! No one in their right mind would use their aneki to do the dirty work for them while they sit back, relax and enjoy the show! You belong to me! We are destined to be together, you and I! I knew it from the very first moment I saw you that we are meant for each other! Why can’t you just accept that? Why can’t you just admit that I’m right, and that it’s not worth it to be with him? What is it that you see in him? What does he have that I don’t? Tell me! Tell me!”
Chichiri remained silent. He would’ve told him if he could. He would’ve told him that no words can describe how he felt for Tasuki. He would’ve said that he was destined to be with Tasuki who would help out anyone in need, not Chiriko who misuse his wealth for his own benefits. He would’ve made it clear to him that no matter what Chiriko did and no matter how nice he treated him, he would never change his feelings and would never replace the Tasuki he had come to love.
But then again, being able to speak human and tell all this was a waste of time. Chiriko would’ve fallen into deaf ears anyway.
“If I can’t have you, then no one will!” Chiriko said with a determined voice. He picked Chichiri up and lugged him on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and finished his words, “And I’ll start with your dear ol’ Tasuki-sama!”
Chichiri gasped in horror as he realized what he had just heard. Chiriko was indicating that he was going to eliminate Tasuki, the one he had come to love and yearn for ever since his capture in this mansion! No, he couldn’t allow that! Chiriko was going to kill Tasuki and keep him as his prisoner forever! He couldn’t let that happen! Tasuki is his one true love, and he would never let anything come to harm on him! He had to stop him!
Chichiri tried to struggle from Chiriko’s grasp, but given the cat weight he had, he was no match to him, no matter how much he moved and no matter how big was he than Chiriko. Chiriko took a detour and entered the study, stomping all the way to the shelf where he stored his liquor. He fondled with something behind the shelf and pressed on a hidden switch. The shelf moved sideways, revealing a secret entrance with stairs leading downwards to an underground cellar. Chiriko didn’t go all the way down, though. He stopped in the middle of the stairs and hastily flung Chichiri down the rest of it before going back up and slamming the shelf shut, closing the secret opening. If it weren’t for Chichiri’s inborn cats-always-land-on-their-feet genes, he would’ve suffered more than just bruises by now.
Chichiri mewed and clawed at the back of the liquor shelf that now occupied the secret opening, begging for Chiriko to let him out. He had to get out of there. He can’t be left here in the dark while Chiriko goes over to Tasuki’s home to do whatever he wants with him. Horrifying thoughts began to go through his mind as he tried to look for a way out: Tasuki bloodied from head to toe…stab wounds everywhere…his head decapitated beyond repair…him lying on his own pool of blood where no one was going to find out about him and leave him there to rot until the police find his remains of bones and bloody guts inside out…
Chichiri shook the horrifying imagination away. He had to get out of the place fast. There was no time to lose. He looked around for any means of escape. The underground cellar turned out to be storage for wine. Rather a right place to be behind a liquor shelf. There were racks upon racks of wine from all ages and brands imaginable, which is not really a surprising collection for someone who could even buy the entire grape vine field. There were other miscellaneous stuff lying around here and there, old and forgotten, but that was not the issue. Chichiri had to get out and fast, before it was too late. He continued looking around and soon discovered a tiny sliver of light. He quickly moved towards the light and saw that it was a small window leading to the high fence that came between the mansion yard and the outside world. Unfortunately even though he could definitely go through it, it was a built-in with no latches or locks to open. He tried looking elsewhere in vain. There just simply no other hole big enough for him to squeeze through. Even the mouse hole was just too small for his agile, flexible body to go through, let alone put in his entire hand. Just when he thought he was running out of options to get out, his cat eyes concentrated on the window again. If that was the only way out, what else has he got to lose? Tasuki was in trouble and he had to try.
He quickly gathered a few boxes that were lying around at a corner of the cellar so that he may be able to reach the window. Taking a deep breath, he made a leap for it and rammed his body onto the glass. It didn’t work; not a dent was made on the window and Chichiri found himself headfirst on the floor. A long way from being the land-on-their-feet gene pool, but he wasn’t going to give up just yet. Two, three tries and lots of bruises on his shoulder, head and dust on his face later, the glass finally had a spider web crack. Happy with the results, Chichiri continued to ram his body onto the crack, making it bigger and bigger until one final heave later, the glass finally crashed and Chichiri found himself clinging to dear life on the window sill. He winced a little when he realized he had his hands through shards of glass that stuck out of the sill but he didn’t care if his hands were bleeding like hell. He was finally out, and that’s all that mattered.
Now it’s a matter of getting back home as quick as his neko legs could take him.
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Tasuki lay on his bed, reminiscing about things. His wounds weren’t that bad anymore, thus the lack of bandages and visible fresh scars, but his broken bones need more than just time to heal, thus the casts remains. He stole a look at the starry night beyond his bedroom window and sighed in dismay. The rescue attempt has yet become successful. Many times he had hoped good news from his fellow friends, but each time they came to visit him, he was disappointed with their empty-handed situation. They were either ignored, defeated, busted or even close to being prosecuted by Chiriko and his tycoon family. They couldn’t press any charges on Chiriko’s cousins Suboshi and Amiboshi because they were either defeated by the twins’ lawyer or their hired untainted lawyer were just too insignificant in power to beat the mighty yen of Chiriko’s wallet. They couldn’t persuade him the peaceful way to let Chichiri go because Chiriko was not some simple person to reason peacefully with. They couldn’t sneak him out of the house because it almost landed Nuriko, Tamahome and Miaka into deep law trouble the last time it happened. All in all, they were simply just not financially and mentally strong enough to defeat Chiriko, not even with Hotohori and Tasuki’s current wealth.“Chichiri…” Tasuki muttered to himself as he lay back on the bed. The house felt empty without his man-cat pet. Bedtime wasn’t as peaceful as it used to be when there was Chichiri snuggled in his arms or his slight weight on his stomach whenever he sleeps. Eating meals weren’t the same anymore as he was rather used to feeding bits and pieces of food to Chichiri and used to buy double portions. Clothes-changing didn’t seem interesting anymore when there was no one to mix and match clothes or ask whether this shirt or that pants suited him. Bathing was another far cry because he was so used to having Chichiri in his arms and close to his chest and going through long hours of trying to scrub soap on him. In fact, everything he did with Chichiri that he used to take for granted seemed like something he was willing to give up his fortune for.
“Chichiri…I miss you so much…”
“Let me help you forget that.”
Tasuki turned abruptly around to see Chiriko just right beside his bed. The little 12-year-old didn’t look as innocent as the first time he saw him in the rare pet party. He looked even more evil and angrier than the last time they met. He was glaring down at him long and hard with vengeance and behind his back, he was holding a custom-made army knife.
“Na…Nani!” Tasuki almost jumped off his bed. “How did you get in here! What the hell are you doing here!”
“It doesn’t take a genius to undo your locks in your home,” Chiriko said as he flung away a few pins and a lock pick. “Standard issue and all. I think you know pretty well what I am doing here.”
“Uh…Not exactly…” Tasuki muttered at first, then exclaimed when he saw Chiriko brandish his army knife at him, “What the fuck…You’re not trying to do what I think you’re trying to do, are you!”
“I am sick and tired of your existence! As long as you’re here, Chichiri will never truly love me! He had been playing along with me and pretend to like everything I did for him, but all that he thinks about is you! He loves you more than I do! This is just not fair!”
Tasuki was at lost of words. Chichiri? In love with him? How can this be?
“We are destined to be together, Chichiri and I, not with a scumbag like you! He doesn’t belong to you! He belongs to me! I will not let some commoner who passes off like a tycoon wannabe to capture my Chichiri-chan’s heart! It’s just not done! I love him! I love him too much to let him go off with you! I’m here to eliminate the competition, Tasuki-kun, if that’s what it takes to make Chichiri love me!”
“Ma…Matte! Chotto matte yo!” Tasuki said, realizing that he was cornered and his broken bones limited his movement. “You don’t want to do this!”
“Yes, I do, Tasuki-kun. I really do,” Chiriko replied, the blade of the knife gleamed threateningly as it caught light.
Tasuki didn’t know what else to do. He very well couldn’t fight Chiriko because he’s just a kid and Chiriko could turn things around to make it look bad for him instead of the other way round, and he could definitely not fight him with casts around his broken parts. The last time he risked his body to travel to Chiriko’s house to have that encounter, the doctors said that those harsh movements almost caused his broken bones to sustain even more fractures and had warned him that if he goes around rampaging like a blind fool, he might as well say goodbye to normal walking and hello to the wheelchair. As Chiriko came even closer to Tasuki and raised the knife higher, he knew he was gone for.
“Say sayonara, Tasuki-kun,” Chiriko’s menacing whisper came as he swiftly brought the knife down. All Tasuki do at that split second was beg.
“Da…Dame! Dame! Yameru kudasai!”
The stab never came. Tasuki opened his eyes and saw that Chiriko’s knife didn’t hit him, but the shoulder of Chichiri, his man-cat pet!
“Chichiri!” Tasuki and Chiriko called simultaneously. Chiriko pulled out the knife in horror and watched as Chichiri moved painfully towards Tasuki, shielding him with his bleeding shoulder outstretched.
“Doushite…? Doushite, Chichiri-chan…?” Chiriko asked as he dropped the bloody knife, his body trembled in denial. “Why him? Why not me? Am I not worthy enough? Is my love for you not enough compared to his?”
Chichiri hissed and snarled at him, threatening to claw at him while still trying to shield Tasuki from him. He winced a little at the throbbing pain on his shoulder but that didn’t stop him from protecting his master and his love.
“Don’t you understand how much I love you, Chichiri-chan? If it means giving up everything I own, I’ll do it, Chichiri-chan. You want me to live the same level as Tasuki-kun live, I’m willing to, if you could just believe our destiny and accept me…”
Chichiri backed away, still shielding Tasuki. Slowly, his arms held out backwards onto Tasuki’s and hugged him. Tasuki slowly reached up his hands and place them onto the man-cat’s shoulder, careful to avoid the bleeding part, his face slightly blushing. The feel of Tasuki’s hands on him brought Chichiri close to tears, but he had to act strong. He couldn’t break down in front of his enemy.
“You’d rather…choose him…than me…?”
Chiriko couldn’t take this scene anymore. His heart broke in more ways than a normal 12-year-old could. His world where he built and revolved around Chichiri shattered into a million pieces. Chichiri had made his choice, and it wasn’t him. With tears in his eyes, he picked up the knife and made a dash out of the house and into the dark night outside. As soon as his footsteps weren’t heard, Chichiri’s knees buckled in relief and the pain he felt on his shoulder came back in folds, his tears flowing freely out of his eyes.
“Chi…Chichiri!” Tasuki quickly carried him in his arms and took him to the bathroom where the medical kit was. “Daijobu deska, Chichiri?”
Chichiri mewed in pain, holding onto his bleeding shoulder. With his knowledge about first aid in high school, Tasuki took out the surgical needle and thread and nursed Chichiri’s wound, applying antiseptic on it and sewing it and bandaging it while dumping his clothes into the laundry basket. When he took off the man-cat’s socks, he realized that they were worn beyond repair and had to be dumped into the trashcan. Chichiri must’ve sped and climbed and jumped like crazy in order to reach home in time to stop Chiriko from stabbing Tasuki. Not only that, his soles have taken a lot of beating due to his rush to home as Tasuki saw part of them bleeding and bruising. He noticed the other cuts and bruises too due to Chichiri’s attempt to escape the underground cellar. Tasuki’s heart ached at seeing the wounds Chichiri had to endure just for him.
“You’re going to take a bath and have some medicine, and you’re not going to argue with me, you get me?”
Chichiri nodded at Tasuki’s stern order without any protest. He quietly took his bath, let Tasuki nurse his other wounds and ate some medicine to avoid anything he might have caught through his wounds. Tasuki carried Chichiri with his free hand onto the bed and helped him dress in his nightclothes, and all the while Chichiri accepted everything Tasuki did for him without any fuss.
“Gomenasai…”
Chichiri mewed questioningly.
“You had to go through so much just for me. You chose to stay with Chiriko because you’re scared that he might hurt me again if you chose me, that I know. You went through all that mental torture when you know it’ll hurt me more than it’ll hurt you. Just coming back here alone cost you so much physical pain. Gomenasai, Chichiri…I’m such a lousy master…”
Chichiri did something rather surprising at that moment. He reached over and touched Tasuki’s cheek. He ran his hand through his hair and traced his finger on Tasuki’s face. Slowly and tentatively, he quietly voiced out, “Ta…su…sama…”
Tasuki was taken aback. Chichiri spoke! Chichiri actually spoke! He reached over and had his hands on Chichiri’s face, lost of words over Chichiri’s loyalty towards him. Was that what Chiriko meant by Chichiri loving him? Was the kid right that everything Chichiri had done was because he loved him? As in more than just a master or a foster parent?
“Chichiri…that Chiriko kid said that you love me. Honto ni?”
Chichiri blushed and nodded, not daring to look at Tasuki directly.
“More than a master?”
Another nod.
“Yokatta…”
Tasuki slowly closed in and claimed Chichiri’s lips. He was not going to lie to himself and he wasn’t going to deny the truth any longer. He had been caring for him ever since he was just a wee kitten and had been worried about him ever since he bought him and made him his pet. He had developed a relationship with him throughout the years that were more than just master and pet, probably even more than just aneki. His erotic thoughts about him bathing wasn’t just because of the booze, and his worries for him living with Chiriko and his insistence to save him from Chiriko was more than just a brotherly or a fatherly intention. No, it was more than that. It was so much deeper than that.
“Aishiteru, Chichiri…”
Slowly he removed the clothing he was about to wear on Chichiri. He removed his own clothing as he brought the man-cat higher up on the bed, all the while not removing his claim on Chichiri’s lips. He reached over to the controls and switched off the lights of his bedroom and began fondling Chichiri’s ear expertly with his tongue and giving him countless love bites on his neck, hearing Chichiri mewed in ecstasy. Chichiri had his hands on Tasuki’s red hair and gripped tightly, taking in the pleasure his master was giving him. Tasuki’s tongue games and love-biting advanced to his chest and the nipples on his breasts, then to his abdomen, then his bellybutton and finally to the neko’s length itself. Chichiri let something that sounded like both a mew and a moan as Tasuki fluidly moved in and out of his manhood. The man-cat let his master take control of his body and played along with his foreplay. After all, how was he to know about human sex games?
After much foreplay, Tasuki searched for his opening with his fingers in the dark and entered him. Chichiri’s breath hitched and let out a whine of both pain and pleasure as Tasuki continued to thrust into him, fresh tears flowing out of his eyes as his virgin broke. Tasuki hushed him and told him to relax as he moved in and out at a steady pace and dried his tears. Their bandages felt like they were going to come off but they didn’t bother to adjust them. They both couldn’t care less about the painful wounds on their bodies. All they cared about is that they threw away every denial they had in their minds and loved each other as they should be.
“Aishiteru, Chiri-chan…Aishiteru…”
Tasuki increased his speed as he heard from Chichiri’s change of tone telling him that he had hit the neko’s sweet spot. He nibbled at Chichiri’s neck and entered deeper into him, stroking his length aligned with the rhythm of his thrusts. Chichiri planted his feline fangs onto Tasuki’s shoulder and bit lightly, muffling his ecstatic moans as they grew higher and higher with each hit his love gave him onto his spot. Tasuki did the same with his protruding fangs on Chichiri’s ears, pounding harder and deeper at every moan he made. He felt the neko gripping hard on his hair and his nails threatening to dig through his scalp but he didn’t care. In fact, the tiny pain made him more aroused and he increased his thrusts even more. Time seemed to stop in their lovemaking as they both moaned and groaned and feel each other’s touch, kiss and love between them. All the while they continued to enjoy the feeling of finally being joined as one.
“Tasu-sama…!”
“Chiri-chan…!”
Both let out a bass and treble groan as they climaxed.
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