Chichiri’s services also helped out the residents of Rekka-Shin Apartment as well. He managed to help the college dropout living in the ground floor to get a job as an office boy in Hotohori’s company by pretending to tease him, which led him to chase the man-cat in anger and brought him to meet Hotohori when Chichiri ran to Hotohori’s floor for cover. For the bastard siblings Shou and Makura in the first floor, he had been hearing the lonely woes of Makura and decided to pair Shou up with his classmate who just so happen to be the daughter of one of the CEO-s of Hotohori’s company, and after the CEO heard much about the misfortune of Shou and Makura from his daughter, he decided to engage her and Shou together and convince the brothers to move in to his multi-millionaire home. Needless to say, the brothers lived off much better with parental support and their sibling relationship became closer.
Not much effort needed to be done for Kai the mute boy on second floor. All Chichiri needed to do was steal the butterfly collection meant for Reika and make Kai chase after him for it. Chichiri found out from there that the ‘something bad’ happening between them was that Reika was sick of being the only one talking and that she could never ever hear him say ‘Aishiteru’ to her. Looks like her worries need not to be prolonged, for if you were to look closely at the patterns on the wings of the butterfly collection, Kai had actually carefully bleached the bottom of their wings to spell out the word ‘Aishiteru’ on them. Their relationship was immediately mended. Raichu, Kai’s neighbour on the same floor had her problem solved as well. All Chichiri had to do was switch the cell phones of her and the student when they met up by chance (they both had the same model), and when Raichu went out with her current boyfriend, she got a message from the student that read: Sorry, I’ve seem to mistook your phone for mine. And sorry, I’ve seem to fallen in love with you… Raichu was soon busted, but she was rather glad it happened, because she was finally able to be herself. Mr. Bunzaemon finally passed away due to his malignant bone cancer and Chichiri managed to console Mrs. Bunzaemon by revealing the secret drawer that had her husband’s will. Chichiri and Tasuki were paid a small sum as a token of gratitude despite Tasuki’s refusal. Rinnie ignored Chichiri’s worries and went to pose as the ‘black rider’ to satisfy her boyfriend’s obsessions. Just when the race was getting hectic, Chichiri jumped out and let himself be hit by Rinnie’s bike, revealing her intentions to her boyfriend. Both of them saw how the accident almost killed Chichiri and decided not to do anything stupid like that ever again. They paid for both his medical bills and rental service charges. That was one of the most physical services Chichiri had ever done.
Michitsu of the third floor managed to tell the truth about his double life to his childhood girlfriend Keiko, thanks to a little loosening of the tongue by Chichiri, and Chichiri made his first blunder by accidentally pushing Kamatsu into the busy traffic and getting him hit just to get to the girl he had a crush on, although it turned out to be the best when the girl, whose name was Minami, found out about the 304 letters in his bag and gave him her letter she written yet had no guts to give it to him since the day she first saw him in tuition class. He managed to break the ‘Helga Pataki Syndrome’ from Andou and made him confess his love to Junko by spreading a rumour with the help of Tasuki that Junko was getting married. This was Tasuki’s first time getting involved with a case other than Chichiri. Matsuo, Hotohori’s neighbour of the same floor, finally managed to get a date, thanks to Chichiri. When he, in a bored mood as usual, took the bus home from work with Chichiri held in his arms, Chichiri spotted a perfect candidate—a very beautiful-looking gangguro at that—and put his plan to action: by hitting her head as soon as she sat just right in front of him. Matsuo being framed was of no question at all, but as usual, good stuff turned out from Chichiri’s unorthodox way of bringing people together. The gangguro girl Maya now lives with him in his fourth floor home.
Perhaps the biggest case Chichiri had ever solved was with Albert Kay, the CIA secret agent who lived at the same sixth floor with Tasuki. It may not be a love case or anything, but he was willing to pay big sums of money for his help as he was getting desperate and he was running out of possible leads to the missing daughter of the Ukraine ambassador. With both Tasuki and Chichiri involved, it soon led the trio to an underground pornography society that was so well-kept secret, even the Yakuza didn’t even know about it despite their wide connections. The daughter was found to have been kidnapped by one of those sick hentai members sent by the society after seeing her picture in her family blog online and have taken many erotic pictures of her to be sold to other members of society branches throughout the country of Japan. She had been sexually assaulted a number of times and was forced to wear kinky clothes and do outrageous things even normal sex didn’t apply. Lots of close calls and dozens of sleuthing later, Albert Kay managed to save the Ukraine daughter and apprehend the society. Albert Kay’s reward made most of the numbers in Tasuki’s bank account.
Cherry and Mike on the eighth floor hired Chichiri for a little comfort because somehow, seeing the man-cat’s attitude and cheery personality reminded them of their deceased friend and brother Gary who committed suicide because of his brain cancer. They found this rather easier to cope with the pain than going through therapy or forcing themselves to forget about the whole thing. They were the longest client Chichiri had ever been with—5 months in total—and took them another three weeks to convince them to get a housemate. A human touch was much better than a neko’s touch.
Chichiri managed to solve eleventh floor Kyoto’s problem. Apparently Kyoto owned a flower shop in town and twelfth floor Yukito who had a crush on him worked at a bookshop just beside his. Teaming up with Usagi, one of Kyoto’s workers, Chichiri tried to pull the strings and shorten their distance. When they managed to bring them to best friend level, Kyoto suddenly disappeared. Yukito couldn’t find him at his home and Usagi said he hadn’t showed up for work in days. Then Chichiri remembered the favourite place Kyoto and his late ex-girlfriend used to hang out and dragged Usagi and Yukito there. Chichiri was right to think he was there because he was getting ready to commit suicide the same way his late ex-girlfriend did. They stopped him just in time and Yukito scolded him over and over again for being stupid and then burst into tears and begged for him to give her a chance at a new life. Kyoto agreed and soon Yukito moved from her twelfth floor to his eleventh floor. Yukito’s neighbour, the mother and daughter Yume and Yumi cured their non-speaking terms when Chichiri led Yumi to the school clinic to eavesdrop over Yume’s conversation with a student who got into a fight with others. That kid also had troubles of his own with his mother and Yume tried to help him out by telling him about her situation. It opened Yumi’s eyes and made her realized that no matter what happened to the family, her mother still loved her with all her heart, and when Yumi broke the ice, it was the happiest day of Yume’s life.
He even took time to help out with the fourteenth floor residents with their love life. Chichiri managed to cure the same ‘Helga Pataki Syndrome’ on Miki and made her more open and more daring about revealing her true feelings towards Katsuya. Their mistress-slave relationship soon upgraded into koibito level and needless to say, the sex life between them just got better. Chichiri made the timid little midget Makoto go up to Ai-chan’s home to confess his love to her, bringing her flowers at the same time. From there, he soon knew that their feelings were mutual and that status had never bothered her family in whomever spouse she chose, so their relationship, happy to say, went rather swimmingly.
After servicing for more than 100 customers, Tasuki had saved enough money in his account to actually move out and buy a home of his own. He did just that. Bidding goodbye to his fellow friends of Rekka-Shin Apartment and the newly weds Nuriko and Hotohori (taking pictures for his album in the process), he and Chichiri moved off to their new home nearer to the big city with all their belongings and set up office there. They built a sign bearing the name of their business and almost two days after they moved in, customers came flocking in right in the middle of their unpacking after hearing word-of-mouth from friends and satisfied customers. Some even offer to help with their unpacking and home renovation as extra payment for Chichiri’s services. In the end, Tasuki found out that he had earned more than he had spent.
“Sugoi-ne! look at the number of zeros in my account book, Chichiri! If business carries on like this, I might be able to become as rich as Hotohori ne!” Tasuki grinned as he lay on the Italian couch given by one of his impoverished customers staring at his account book. Chichiri was on his belly snuggled up like the neko he was, and Tasuki was lucky Chichiri weighed more like a cat than a man to withstand him.
“Ne, Chichiri. Since we’re unpacked and our home is fully renovated without breaking a sweat, how’s about we have a housewarming party of our own? Just the two of us. What do you say?”
“Nyu!” Chichiri mewed in delight. So far, despite the fact that he’s a half-human, that was the only word he could say besides mewing, hissing and purring.
“Alright! An all-boys night-out tonight. First we gotta make reservations. I know just the place to eat.”
Soon Tasuki and Chichiri found themselves in Genbu no Miko Restaurant, one of the most exclusive and exquisite restaurant in the city. Reservations and advance bookings must be done in order to even get a seat in the restaurant, let alone have a private box, which was where Tasuki and Chichiri were in at the moment. Due to Tasuki’s business reputation, he was given special privileges to bring his pet along as long as he’s pressed and dressed, so that night, for once in Chichiri’s entire life, he actually wore a suit.
In the private box, Tasuki and Chichiri were having a spread on the table, all of them Western dishes, and the time of their life. The box itself was a marvelous piece of art with its Victorian design, English decors and posh paintings, and when the door is opened to let in the waiters and waitresses bringing in their orders, the front part of the door bore the logo representing Genbu Restaurant: a half-nude woman standing in front of a bluish-coloured tortoise of some sort.
“Oe-shi!” Tasuki said as he gulped down the 1917 Burgundy with great gusto. It’s been a while since he drank real wine. “You can only get wine like this from the best places! Ne, am I right?”
Chichiri mewed in agreement, chomping the fish and chips Tasuki ordered for him. Tasuki watched as Chichiri ate. It seemed almost like yesterday he had bought Chichiri from Mitsukake’s Pet Shop. He remembered playing dress-up with him and sharing meals with him. He remembered tying his hair the way a mother would do to their daughters. He remembered carrying him around town like some babysitter and getting all the attention of having a rare pet, especially from bishojo-s. He remembered days where he had to bloody hell chase him around or find him in the most outrageous hiding places whenever it was bath time and he remembered that the only way to calm him down was to shower together with him. That habit had not changed, not even after Chichiri has grown to an adult, and wouldn’t be anytime soon. He would first announce that it was bath time for Chichiri, then when Chichiri was out of sight all of a sudden or was preparing to escape, Tasuki would voice out “I’m bathing too. It’s up to you” before going into the bathroom and wait. Those words worked like a charm every time. 5 minutes later, you would see Chichiri popping his head through the door tentatively before allowing Tasuki to undress him and dunk him into the bathtub.
Suddenly his mind began to wander to the times they had their baths. The way Chichiri cringe whenever he reached out to remove his clothes…The way Chichiri hissed when his body touched the water…The way he removed his clothes and joined him in the bath slowly…The way he had to hold him close to his chest to lather soap on him properly…The way his blue hair dripped and dangled, sticking onto his smiley face whenever he gave Tasuki the ‘I hate you’ look…The way Chichiri jumped off the tub almost immediately after the bath was done…the way Chichiri pouted and shivered while Tasuki wrapped him up with the towel…The way the man-cat’s length of manhood…
Chichiri noticed that he was staring and mewed questioningly. Tasuki quickly knocked himself back to the real world. He suddenly realized that he was actually having erotic thoughts about his pet! Teme! He thought. What the fuck is going on? Why am I suddenly sexually aroused by my pet. Am I a sick shota hentai attracted to stuff like this or something?
Tasuki stared at the 1917 Burgundy in his hand and cursed quietly to himself.
“Kuso! Must be the booze!”
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“Anno…Anata wa Tasuki-kun?”“Hai, hai. Nande, bozu?”
Tasuki stopped his chitchat with the guests found himself staring at a boy in a suit no older than 12 with long sideburns and light brown hair tied into a stand-up ponytail. Tasuki, with Chichiri in his arms, was attending a party gathering for people with rare pets. Most of the people there were those of the rich and famous, aristocrats and people from exclusive family backgrounds and bloodline. All of them had a rare pet to share with them: ferrets, boas or pythons, lizards, etc…Needless to say his man-cat was the main attraction, along with two other guys Hikitsu and Tomite (the ones he was chitchatting with before he was interrupted) who were brothers of royalty holding a man-cat of their own by the name Tatara. Unlike Chichiri though, he was perfect with no flaws whatsoever and a total bishie. He was just as posh as his masters too but was not too proud. He was friendly enough to acknowledge Chichiri and strike a neko conversation with him.
“I suppose we haven’t exactly met,” the boy said as he held out his hand to shake. “I’m Chiriko. Isn’t it ironic? My father is the one who sent out the invitations but he himself couldn’t make it for the party. I have to fill in his shoes for the moment.”
“Chiriko! The Chiriko!” Tasuki exclaimed as he took Chiriko’s hand. “You mean you’re the son of this multi-billionaire ojisan? You’re like the god of all education! You were well-known to beat every scholar there is at any educational games and you finished college and university when you’re just 9 years old! You even have your own computer games company that has been franchising worldwide! Su…Sunimase, I’m rambling like I always do when I’m excited. It’s a pleasure to meet you!”
“Pleasure is all mine,” Chiriko smiled humourously. “This reputation of mine gets so old, I could write it in a book. So, how did you like our food and hospitality so far?”
“Oh, everything here is a blast! The food here is seriously outta this world, and everyone here is just so nice. This is really an honour. Thanks for the invitation though. I mean, honestly, I don’t even know why I was invited to this place. I’m not exactly rich and famous material, yet I’m invited into this really outstanding posh place and…”
“All people with rare pets are welcomed to join actually, regardless if they’re high of status or not, but somehow they were more self-denial than you and decided that this kind of invitation was probably a hoax or something, so now you can only see who you see around here. Your reputation in using your man-cat for business was rather intriguing, especially to my business-minded otosan, thus, you’re on the list.”
“Ha ha, well, I have to say, Chiriko-san, I’m flattered.”
“Can I, uh,” Chiriko said as he brought himself closer to Tasuki. “Can we discuss something in private? I have something rather important to ask you. Bring Chichiri along too, please.”
“Sure, sure, no problem,” Tasuki nodded, then excused himself from Hikitsu and Tomite before following behind Chiriko. The little boy led up quite a long flight of stairs, along a corridor surrounded by walls filled with beautiful portraits of Chiriko’s ancestors and finally into a study which looked like some oak-based President’s office with its shelves of books, waxed and shined oak table and couches so soft you could sleep on it almost immediately.
“Have a seat, Tasuki-kun.” Chiriko offered. “Whiskey?”
“Oh, yes, please.”
Chiriko silently poured a glass of whiskey for Tasuki and himself. As he passed the drink to him and took a sip from his own glass, Tasuki asked tentatively, “Uh, aren’t you a little young to drink strong stuff like these?”
“I’ve drank worse,” Chiriko said as he swirled his drink, making the ice clink on the walls of the glass. “It goes with the territory.”
“So, uh, what exactly is it that you want to talk to me about, Chiriko-san?”
“Alright, I’ll just cut to the chase. My otosan didn’t invite you because he liked your business-like reputation. You’re not in the list of guests at all. He doesn’t even know you exist. I pointed it out to him and convinced him to invite you by saying that you were a very close business client of mine and that you have the man-cat there for a rare pet. So far, you’re the only commoner here among us.”
“Na…Nani? Then what exactly am I doing here? Why did you invite me and Chichiri for?”
“I want you here because I want Chichiri.”
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