Perhaps the happiest people on earth over this reunion were Tasuki and Chichiri themselves. Ever since their separation, they began to realize their true feelings towards each other. The time apart really taught them a lot about sacrifice, destiny and true love. They knew they needed each other too much to be apart ever again. The thought of it was just too cruel and unimaginable. Since that day, their relationship had upgraded from master-pet to secret koibito. Tasuki was finally healed of his wounds after long weeks of rehab and good-earned rest. Gone were the casts and bandages altogether, although I wouldn’t say that their active sex life was actually part of the rehab. Everyday was a new sexual experience. It seemed like they could just shag each other senseless just about anywhere, with Tasuki being the seme, of course. They would still continue their matchmaking services, but as soon as Chichiri came home, the first thing he would do as soon as the client leaves was jump onto Tasuki and kiss him with a passion so deep, even the romance between Romeo and Juliet seemed to pale in comparison. This would definitely lead to undoing of clothes and unadulterated sex, with Tasuki’s aggressive moves and Chichiri’s soft murmurs of the only human word he could say, “Tasu-sama.”
Just those words alone could send this feisty young redhead into a fleet of wanting.
Never mind if the others didn’t know about their relationship; it was their little secret they mutually shared and it was enough for themselves to know it. They were in their own world drowning in their sea of passion and fruitful lovemaking and there was no telling when they were going to get out of it. It was their little secret paradise. Nothing could tear them apart anymore than Chiriko wanting Tasuki dead.
They were deeply in love now, and it’s all that mattered.
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“Tasu-sama…”“Yes, Chiri-chan, call me that again…”
The two young lovers were at it again on the bed, with the lights out and only their moving silhouettes seen and their heavy breathing heard in the dark. Chichiri had a rather long day helping out a client trying to match-make him with this rather cold and dark woman who seemed to think that all men are useless and insignificant. She was a Eurasian blonde (half-American-half-Japanese) and the lady boss of one of the most successful companies under the Yakuza turf, specializing mostly on assassinating enemies and unwanted competition. The client is another Yakuza boss from a different state (not the most feared, but one of the wisest and most respected) and he had been dying to capture her heart, but so far, the lady boss prefer her job more than a life with a man she would never appreciate. If you ask me, she’s more of the contentious and morbid kind of person who loathes life itself and wished to dominate everything within her grasp. It was the toughest nutshell to crack and so far, none of Chichiri’s tactics are working, but the client was not going to give up on her, and he trusts Chichiri to work as his reputation claims so, so he was going to see him again tomorrow, which was what he had been saying every end of the day for the past two months now. Needless to say, a nice simple dinner of instant noodles, a long hot bath (which Chichiri finally stopped running away from) and a couple of massages from his Tasu-sama was enough to put him into a sexual mood.
Tasuki raised Chichiri’s legs higher and pounded into him harder and deeper, trying to aim his sweet spot. Chichiri reached out and dug his nails into Tasuki’s hands that held him, enjoying every second of pleasure he gave him. While Chichiri was out at work, Tasuki stayed home to check the accounts and reread all the files and watched all the videos of all his previous clients about more than 5 times over. Not because he wanted to enjoy his previous successes or look for any inspiration to help Chichiri with his current tough client, but because he wanted to feel Chichiri’s presence. Seeing his clients talking to him and seeing him work through the camera’s point of view made him feel like he was part of Chichiri, like he was with Chichiri and was Chichiri at that particular moment. That was how much he missed Chichiri when he wasn’t around. He was tempted to personally help out together with Chichiri with this mission, but clients seemed to want Chichiri’s help more than Tasuki’s help. They prefer the neko touch more than the human touch, and the man-cat’s reputation precedes more than Tasuki’s reputation. Sometimes Tasuki thought that maybe creating this business was a mistake, but seeing Chichiri enjoyed the job so much that kept him away from any intention to stop the business. He had to be content with imagining the presence of Chichiri while he reads the files that had Chichiri’s picture with the clients’ in it or while he watches the videos of his everyday life during missions.
“Ta…Tasu-sama…!” Chichiri breathed, his tone of voice slightly higher. His sweet spot was hit, and it was a feeling even more exhilarating than the effects of drugs.
“Yes…Yes…Say my name again…” Tasuki growled in delight as he kept aiming for the sweet spot, leaving countless lovebites on his lover’s neck and chest.
“Tasu-sama…” Chichiri whispered again, letting out another ecstatic moan as Tasuki thrust even harder and even deeper. Just the sound of the neko’s voice aroused Tasuki even more.
“Again…”
“Tasu-sama…!”
“Louder.”
“Tasu-sama!”
“Louder, my little neko-chan. Louder!”
“Tasu-sama! Tasu-sama!”
“Say it like you mean it, Chiri-chan! Say it!”
“TASU-SAMA!”
“Oh, Chiri-chan…Ai…Aishiteru…Chiri-chan…!”
Both of them moaned, one after the other, as they made their release. It took them about 5 minutes straight to allow their final tremors subsided. Tasuki sighed and lay beside Chichiri, breathless and spent. Chichiri mustered whatever strength he had left and reached over to land in Tasuki’s embrace. Tasuki closed in and kissed the neko’s forehead.
“You know we’re gonna get into a whole lot of deep shit if anyone were to know about us.”
Chichiri mewed quietly in agreement. He knew that no matter how much they loved each other, there will still be people who are against this sort of odd relationship, let alone if he were to remain Chiriko’s ‘lover’.
“We’ll cross the bridge when we get to it. I’ll always be there for you no matter what.”
Chichiri smiled and snuggled closer to Tasuki. Tasuki had always been his knight in shining armour. There was no telling why he should doubt that.
“Aishiteru, Chiri-chan.”
“Ai…shi…te…ru…”
That was the second word Chichiri learnt how to speak.
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“You should take your neko to the vet.”Those were the first words his Yakuza client spoke when he returned a very pale, very weak-looking Chichiri into Tasuki’s hands. It had been almost three, four months in total since the last time he came into Tasuki’s home and asked for Chichiri’s help, yet so far the mission to woo the Dark Queen from Hell was still ongoing. That was one persistent client, if you ask me.
“Na…Nandeska…? What have you done to him! Did he not meet your expectations!” Tasuki asked in horror as he cradled Chichiri in his arms, fearing the worst of what the Yakuza client had done to him.
“Well, actually, he did meet some of it. I can assure you, there’s no reason for me to poison him or anything,” the client said as he held up his hands in surrender, indicating that he had nothing to do with his sick condition. “He was already as pale as a ghost the moment I took him from you. He couldn’t keep anything I fed him down and he had to go hurling every 10 minutes in anything he could bury his face into. He even puked into the trashcan of my intended when he was suppose to help me deliver a bouquet of black roses—the latest craze in Japan botanics, though not yet in the market, I must say—and a box of dark chocolates to her. She’s always the dark and mysterious type, so I thought I’d give her something that fit her nature.
“Like I said, he fouled up real bad when he gave the presents to my intended. She apparently anticipated his arrival but didn’t expect he was going to hurl his guts out into her expensive Italian-made trashcan. She never made personal calls to anyone unless extremely necessary or if the case she gets was really big-scale, but today she actually made a call to my cellphone and asked me to pick Chichiri up because he was too sick to move. She’s just as cynical and cold as ever, but we managed to have a small conversation while Chichiri slept on her lap out of nausea. I’m glad his sickness made a good turn in my case, but I have to say, I’m a bit concerned about him. This is not some normal food poisoning or any kind of sickness. It had to be something big. It’s a surprise you didn’t notice it at all.”
He did notice Chichiri’s condition. In fact, he was rather reluctant to let Chichiri carry on with the day’s mission. He woke up one morning realizing that Chichiri was not in his embrace. He found him in the toilet heaving whatever was inside his gut and gasping for air when he wasn’t vomiting. His face was paler than his usual fair complexion and he didn’t seem too well to even move. But when the client came knocking on the door to pick Chichiri up, the neko immediately cleaned himself and walked up to the door, scratching it and giving Tasuki a begging look to open it. Tasuki had given him some mouthwash and gave him a lemon breath mint just in case his mouth smelt too much of vomit and asked him if he really wanted to go for work in his condition, but since Chichiri insisted on going, who was he to deny him? He asked the client to take extra care of him and worried the whole day for him and wondered whether he would be OK or not. Seeing Chichiri’s condition now, his worst fear was realized.
“I promise you, there is nothing I did that made him as sick as this. Honto ni. He was already like that when I got to my intended’s office. She criticized me of being so desperate that I would use an animal to do my dirty work even though it’s that sick and that I could’ve been better than that. Well, you know, stuff like that which you can expect from a Yakuza hitwoman. No kind words ever come out of her mouth, but at least she did talk to me. Anyway, you should get your neko checked out. Make sure he doesn’t get some sort of intestinal infection or something. I guess I won’t be seeing you guys tomorrow then?”
“Make it at least a week later,” Tasuki said. “If that Yakuza hitwoman has started talking to you that should be a good sign. That is, if it’s OK with you.”
“Heiki, heiki ne. No problem. Take your time. You can give a call to my driver when Chichiri is up and ready. Here’s his cellphone number. I’ll brief him later about it.”
“Arigatogozaimas. If only all the, well, you know, Yakuza-s are as nice as you.”
“They all are,” the client replied with a grin. “It’s the job which hardened their souls. I’m trying not to end up that way.”
Tasuki bowed gratefully and closed the door as soon as the client left. Chichiri whined and had his hand clamped on his mouth, indicating that his guts were turning inside-out again. Tasuki quickly carried him into the bathroom and held his hair back as he puked whatever was still remaining inside his gut. The man-cat, after puking for almost 10 minutes or so, fainted out of exhaustion and it drove Tasuki into a fit of worry. Without a moment to lose, he grabbed his car keys and carried Chichiri straight into the car, driving at high speed to the family vet downtown.
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“How is he?”The family vet, Tokaki came out with a notepad and a rather amused look on his face. He had been Tasuki’s family vet ever since Tasuki bought Chichiri from Mitsukake and took him for his first check-up. Tokaki and wife Subaru had been running this respectable vet for almost 10 years now since they graduated from university and there is no other more reliable vet than theirs.
“How long did you say he has been like this?” Tokaki asked as he read through his notepad.
“Actually he only started puking and looking this sick the whole day today. Before that, he was fine,” Tasuki explained. He craned his neck to see if Chichiri was alright inside the ward but Tokaki was blocking the view.
“Does he take nightly walks by any chance?”
“Well, not exactly,” Tasuki said, feeling rather sheepish about their nightly ‘activities’ together. “Aside from going out helping clients on his matchmaking missions, he seldom goes out at night. He’s usually home with me.”
“Well, in that case, next time you send your little man-cat on a matchmaking mission, tell your clients to make sure he’s got a leash on because your man-cat is about 2 and half months pregnant.”
“P…Pregnant…?” Tasuki felt as if Godzilla just trampled smack right on his head.
“Yes, he’s pregnant. I had advised you to have him ‘fixed’ but since you didn’t want to, well, this is what you get. Although I have to say, what kind of a cat would fall for a cross-species like him? Unless he’s been hanging with other man-cats like him, which is quite unlikely because it’s so rare and expensive to buy…”
“Matte, matte, chotto matte yo!” Tasuki exclaimed, stopping the sun-kissed vet from rambling on about his theories. “My man-cat is a male! Do you expect me to believe that a male can have babies! That’s impossible!”
“Of course it’s impossible, unless you’re a hermaphrodite. You should know that there are side-effects when the scientists decided to play kamisama over nature. When they merged neko and ngin-gen DNA, what they didn’t expect was that such merging would cause a mutation in the chromosome, namely the part that determines the gender, thus all man-cats are born hermaphrodites. From there, it depends on which man-cat is the seme or uke. If they remain as one of the roles for the rest of their lives, the seme will automatically become male forever due the chemical balance in the mutated chromosome genes after long-term sex play and the uke will remain hermaphrodite. But if both decide to shag each other, then they will both remain hermaphrodite until one of them decides to become a seme for life. Looks like your man-cat is not getting his head on the matchmaking mission properly now, is he? He managed to matchmake himself, I presume?”
“Here you go, Tasuki-kun,” Subaru came out of the ward with Chichiri in her arms. Chichiri looked a little better now, but his face was showing signs of awkwardness and guilt. He dared not to look at Tasuki when Subaru handed him to his master. Subaru then handed him a brown bag containing round yellow marble-sized balls.
“Those are sour mints,” Tokaki pointed out. “Just like any pregnant woman, they will tend to puke at the first trimester. Pop one in his mouth whenever he feels like wanting to stuff his face into the toilet bowl. Do not feed him any solids until he starts having cravings for it. Come back if you run out of sour mints.”
“How would the baby, I mean the kitten…” Tasuki tried to get all the facts right.
“Oh, simple. When a man-cat gets pregnant, there would be vaginal opening just right between the sacs and the butt. It would only appear when pregnancy occurs. Other than that, you won’t even know it exists. The vaginal opening would shrink by itself about a month after birth, but be sure not to traumatize it during that time period, or it might lead to severe bleeding.”
“Uh…Is there any way to…?” Tasuki was about to ask but Subaru beat him to it.
“Abortion? Sorry, we’re vets and we’re here to save lives, not terminate them, unless the animal is beyond medical help and is going to die one way or another. And I’m sure other clinics wouldn’t do abortions on man-cats. They wouldn’t even know where to begin. Only we vets are equipped with the knowledge of man-cat anatomy and from there, we educate our pet owners about it. Normal clinics and hospitals wouldn’t bother for such things.”
Tasuki sighed and nodded. Cradling Chichiri carefully in his arms like someone would with fine china, he thanked the vet couple and left with the sour mint in his pocket.
“Have a nice day!” Tokaki called after him. “Be sure to bring him here for check-up every month!”
“You knew about it all along, didn’t you?” Tasuki asked as soon as he was outside the vet entrance.
Chichiri blushed. He dare not reply.
Tasuki sighed again. Propping him better, he walked to the car and drove him all the way home without saying a word.
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Tasuki sat in the living room contemplating about his predicament. He had paid a visit to Mitsukake to ask about Chichiri’s anatomy he had kept secret from, and Mitsukake swore he had no idea about man-cats’ true anatomy. He claimed that he received Chichiri about a few days after his birth from the vet who caused his blind eye and was asked to keep silent about him coming and giving him Chichiri. Apparently the inexperienced vet felt so guilty and afraid that he would get fired for causing that accident that he lied to the head vet that Chichiri was stillborn before smuggling him out and giving him to Mitsukake to get rid of the evidence of his carelessness. The vet never even bothered to educate him about man-cat anatomy until Tasuki came to tell him about it. Mitsukake planned to compensate Tasuki but Tasuki kindly refused. It was enough for him to know that Mitsukake was not at fault for his ignorance.The young redhead didn’t know what to do. He was so inexperienced in this. He had his share of an active sex life just like any of his pals back in high school but none of them came up to him with this problem. It was like one minute he was just some regular guy settling down with a great relationship and then next minute he was a father, and to a bunch of would-be man-kittens no doubt. Everything was so new to him and he didn’t know what to do or what to expect. It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy being a father—hell, the man-kittens were his and are inside his beloved, for goodness sake—but it all happened rather fast. It kinda caught him off guard.
“Tasu-sama.”
Tasuki looked up to see Chichiri looking at him with a worried face. Since he found out about the news, he hardly said a word to his little koibito for a while. He had made the call to the Yakuza boss’s driver telling him about Chichiri’s pregnancy, and the driver relayed his boss’s message to him saying that it was alright to put the mission on hold and that he will receive the first half of his paycheck by the next week as Chichiri’s medical expenses. He was so deep in thought about what he was supposed to do with his current predicament that he didn’t acknowledge Chichiri during that time. He did remember to feed the sour mints and non-solid foods to Chichiri but that was it. They haven’t said anything to each other.
“Ah…Gomenasai…I was rather deep in thought…Nande, Chiri-chan?”
Chichiri held out a thick book to him. Tasuki took it and saw that it was the yellow pages. He didn’t understand the gesture.
“Err…Doushite? Why are you giving me this?”
Chichiri pointed at the book, then at his stomach.
“What? Is there something wrong with the kittens? You want me to call the vet?”
Chichiri shook his head, then took the book and, without warning, hit his abdomen with it, shocking Tasuki off his hair.
“Nandayo! What are you doing, Chiri-chan!”
Chichiri repeated his actions, earning a “Yameru!” from Tasuki, then handed the book again to Tasuki, gesturing him to do the same. Tasuki finally got the horrifying idea.
“Ma…Masaka…?”
Chichiri nodded, then hit himself again and again to prove his point until Tasuki ran over and grabbed the book away.
“Yameru! Yameru kudasai! Yameru, Chiri-chan! This is not what I had in mind!”
Chichiri hugged his abdomen, looking away and not wanting Tasuki to see his brimming tears.
“You mean you’re willing to give up those kittens…for me…?”
Chichiri nodded. Tasuki trembled. His heart felt as if it was being clenched by a nutcracker. Chichiri had went through so much for him and had gone through both physical and mental torture just for him, and now he was doing it again by willing to let Tasuki hit him with the yellow pages just so that he would not be troubled by the man-kittens inside him. His loyalty was beyond compare. Nothing could challenge this. And it broke Tasuki’s heart so much to see this. Tasuki finally broke into tears and held Chichiri tightly in his embrace.
“Ie, Chiri-chan, ie! I will not allow you to let me kill our babies! They’re mine too! I have no right to kill them and you have no right to allow me such act! They’re my babies! Mine! Even if you don’t want them, they’re still mine! I beg of you, please don’t kill our babies. It was just a spur of the moment when I thought about abortion but I never really meant to get rid of our babies. I was taken a little by surprise but I would never, ever think about harming our babies. Our babies, Chiri-chan. Yours and mine, a family. Aishiteru, Chiri-chan! Aishiteru-ne! I want to have a family with you. There’s nothing more I would ask for. Please don’t deny me that…onegai…onegai…”
“Tasu-sama…” Chichiri’s trembling voice and his arms around him indicated that he, too, agreed with what Tasuki said.
“I promised you that I will always be with you no matter what, and I promised that we will cross the bridge when we get there. I will do as I promised, and I won’t ever abandon you. Please…don’t kill our kittens…please…I beg you…onegai…”
“Aishiteru, Tasu-sama…” Chichiri said as he claimed his lover’s lips, a deep, passionate kiss to end all ill intentions.
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