Warning: This is an AU fan fiction. First person perspective. Appearances of mob characters may occur occsaionally.
A sequel to "A Little Bit Of You, A Little Bit Of Me".
Unhealthy contents. Filled with only the bad stuffs. An R-18 series.
Please proceed with caution.
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Kanata-san was in a dark blue yukata with little or no pattern on it, just like everyone else in the pleasure quarters. He had his bangs combed to the back neatly. His forehead was exposed, making him seem a lot younger than he should be, and he kept a smile plastered on his face the entire time I stared at him.
"Mafuyu-san, you'll catch a cold if we don't get you out of that yukata," Kanata-san said gently, his smile was small and polite.
Everything was all hidden behind his smile, and it was as if he was a whole new person.
"Shima-kun, you mentioned that Kanata-san was new here," I ignored Kanata-san and looked at Shima-kun instead. "When did he start working?"
"It was just a couple of moments ago before you came in," Shima-kun opened his folded fan to hide his face behind it. "It's amazing how he manages to catch up with how we do things here, so I decided to let him handle one of the courtesans. And then you came in at the perfect timing,"
How could this be possible? This was not according to plan.
"Mafu-kun, I wouldn't want you to catch a cold on your first day at work. I paid quite a number for you," Shima-kun sighed before he turned to Kanata-san. "I want him squeaky clean and put him into one of the kimonos in the changing room. Do not disappoint me, Kanata-san,"
"Understood, Shima-san," Kanata-san responded before he looked back at me. "Shall we, Mafuyu-san?"
I clenched my fists tightly by my sides.
"Please take care of me," I nodded carefully but didn't take his hand.
Kanata-san seemed to have noticed my behaviour and took a step back, away from me and put his hand away before he bowed and led the way.
He walked in front of me, and I followed. Not once did he turn to look back at me. Not once did he stop to talk to me.
And not once did I move my gaze away from his back.
A couple of other attendants were walking pass us, some of them greeting Kanata-san as if they had already been working together for a long time, and then giving me a small nod as an acknowledgment for my presence before they left to continue attending to other courtesans.
Kanata-san stopped at his feet when he got to a door that seemed to be the bath area. He then knocked at the door first, checking if there was anyone using it. He then slid the door open slightly before he turned to look at me.
"Mafuyu-san, I'll go check if there are any courtesans using. Please give me a moment," he said before he walked into the room, leaving me alone out here but he came back to me almost immediately. "It would seem that there isn't anyone inside. Please come in,"
I nodded and walked into the bath area after Kanata-san. Kanata-san instantly closed the door shut and locked it. Before I could turn around to confront him, he quickly wrapped me in a towel and hugged me from behind.
"... Mafumafu, you're cold all over," he said quietly as he helped rub my hands in his, sharing his warmth with me.
"Soraru-san-" I flinched when he hugged me a little too tightly. "Please let go of me, Soraru-san-"
"Just a little while longer, Mafumafu," Soraru-san said as he buried his face into my neck. I could feel his warm breath against my skin, sending tingles down my back. He repeated, "... Just a little while longer,"
"You can't. Your yukata is going to get wet, Soraru-san," Even though I said that, I made no effort to push him away. "And someone might come in,"
Soraru-san then pushed himself away from me. He was obviously hesitant when he still held my hand in his before he slowly forced himself to let go.
"Let's get you into the bath," Soraru-san said as he went back to doing 'Kanata-san's' work, making me turn to face him.
He looked so different with his hair combed back like this. It made him look so cool that my heart squeezed a little when I first saw him because I had never seen a Soraru-san like this before. But that didn't mean it could keep his curly hair down though. It still curled in unimaginable directions, like always.
"... Soraru-san?" I called out as I let him do his job as my attendant.
Soraru-san did not give me a response, but I knew he was listening.
"Why are you here?"
"I couldn't let you do all this alone,"
I blinked a couple of times at his honesty. He would usually try to beat around the bush when we were in this kind of situation, not wanting me to know his true intentions, but he caught me off guard since I wasn't expecting to get an answer out of him this quickly.
"You'll get into danger," I said quietly as he pulled at my obi to loosen my yukata.
"As long as I could keep you safe," he said with a stern tone, throwing the obi on the floor before moving to pull at my collar. "I would do anything for you,"
"I don't need you to do this for me," I stared into his eyes as I said that. He did the same while taking my yukata off for me. He wasn't happy to hear that, but I wasn't happy to see him here either. "You are a man of many responsibilities, the head of the clan, a leader to many men,"
Soraru-san then stepped forward, slamming his hand on the wall behind me, just right next to my head as he cornered me into the wall. I was worried for a second there that the people outside would hear us just from that slam, but it would seem that he wasn't. He leaned in, his eyes filled with fury as he glared at me.
"And I am also yours; your love and your partner," he said before he finally got me out of the yukata and carried me up in his arms. "If I couldn't even protect you, I don't think I'm a man fit to lead the clan,"
I wasn't thinking straight when I wrapped my legs around him on reflex but I placed my hands on his shoulders to push myself away from him, refusing to give in to his words, no matter how sweet they were, no matter how much he touched my heart. I bit onto my lower lip and puffed up my cheeks to show him my dissatisfaction when he placed his hands on my bottom, and he only frowned up at me to show his.
"... You're going to be found out easily, Soraru-san," I said when he placed me on a stool and turned away to look for the soap and cloth.
"Why? Because I'm the head?" he asked, coming back to me with the things he needed, including a wooden bath bucket filled with warm water. "I'm going to pour this over you, close your eyes,"
I did as I was told, and I could feel my body warm up a bit thanks to the warm water Soraru-san brought me. I looked back at him, and he knew what I was asking for without even asking. He went and retrieved more warm water to warm me up.
"They would already know how you look like before they started picking a fight with the clan," I said while letting Soraru-san pour more water on me.
"Not all of them," Soraru-san said quietly. He picked up the soap and rubbed it against the cloth before he started cleaning me in every corner of my body.
Just like how he always does for me after we made love back at home.
"... You're lying," I muttered. "You always left the house for important matters. Everyone would know how you look like by now,"
"I have my men for a reason, Mafumafu," Soraru-san started. He raised my arm up and washed my sides for me. "They helped me solve everything as long as it was in their capabilities. I was just there to give them my opinions,"
I went quiet and pulled my arm out of Soraru-san's hand. I grabbed onto the piece of cloth which he wouldn't let go of, and gave it a little tug.
"... I'll do it by myself," I said coldly and he didn't say anything more but let me have the cloth.
While I rubbed the cloth on my body, Soraru-san moved away from me to get more warm water to wash away the soap. He crouched before me and waited for me to finish. We didn't talk anymore after that, or rather, I refused to say anything more.
... If I said I wasn't happy to see him here, that would be a lie. The moment I lifted my head to see him, I was incredibly relieved. Every muscle in my body wasn't as tense as it was this entire evening. I was worried and scared that I would make an accidental slip, but now that he was here, I wasn't. His very presence filled me with a sense of security that I needed.
But if I said I was happy to see him here, that would also be a lie. We talked about this, that I would be the only one infiltrating the pleasure quarters to help get to the bottom of what was going on recently in town. And now he was here, attending to me as my attendant. No matter how I looked at it, Soraru-san would be the most vulnerable one in this case.
"Are you mad, Mafumafu?"
The guilt behind Soraru-san's voice interrupted my thoughts. I quickly lifted my head to look at Soraru-san, and heavens, I just simply couldn't deny the fact that I was so glad to see him here after all, even though I was the one putting him in grave danger.
"I'm sorry," Soraru-san apologised as he took the cloth away from me to clean my feet.
The heat in my head was gone after giving this situation some good thinking, and I let him do his thing again.
"You didn't have a reason to do this, Soraru-san," I said. I watched as he rubbed my feet, not forgetting to massage them for me. If the people at the clan knew how gentle Soraru-san was, they wouldn't be afraid of him at all.
"Do I really need a reason to protect you?" he stopped with what he was doing to look back at me.
His eyes were telling me that he wasn't going to back out even if I told him to. Even if he knew I was right about some things, he wasn't going to leave me here all by myself. It was something he wanted to do, something he needed to do.
"... Idiot," I hid the bottom of my face with my hand as I felt myself blush. I couldn't steel my heart any longer. Everything he said, everything he did for me, it just made my heart run wild like the wind, and it was beating really loudly against my ribcage.
Soraru-san helped wash away the soap and carried me up again in his arms, this time in a princess hold.
"I can walk on my own, Soraru-san-" I pushed at his shoulders, and he grabbed me tighter by the waist.
"... This is the only time I get to touch you, so let me,"
... The one who had to be the idiot must be me.
"You're all wet now, Soraru-san," I said when he put me into the bathtub.
"Make sure you stay in there until you count up to a hundred," he ignored me and pushed me down by the top of my head, wanting me the warm water to cover up till my neck.
"Soraru-san, you'll catch a cold," I did as I was told, remained in the water and stared at Soraru-san.
He knew exactly what I was hinting at.
"I can't. Not now," Soraru-san said and crouched by the bathtub, placing his arms on the edge of it and resting his chin on them. "I'll get found out for real if they see the tattoo on my back,"
I approached the edge where Soraru-san was, and he reached out to comb my hair to the back before he moved his hand down to cup my cheek. He stroked me with his thumb gently, and I leaned into his hand unconsciously.
"You can't show it to anyone," I said softly. "You can't, okay?"
"I won't," he replied with the same volume as I.
It was not that I was afraid that Soraru-san would be found out. The tattoo on Soraru-san's back was mine to look at. I didn't want anyone to stare at it so much.
I was not going to tell him that though.
"Were you scared just now?"
I shook my head, and he smiled. It was not the one 'Kanata-san' had, it was Soraru-san. The smile I was very much familiar with, the one he puts on whenever he was with me.
"I'm sorry for sounding a little too harsh just now," Soraru-san said.
"I'm sorry for making you worried and angry, Soraru-san," I apologised too.
"Did they touch you anywhere?"
"Just a little. At the waist," I told him honestly. "But they didn't do anything more than that. One of the man didn't let them,"
Soraru-san was upset, and I hid half of my face in the water. I then thought of something and got up a little before I grabbed his hand and placed it over where I was touched.
"There, disinfected," I smiled and let go of his hand. "You mustn't do anything rash while we are here, alright?"
Soraru-san let out an exasperated sigh and planted his face into his palm.
"It's already hard enough that I can't touch you, so don't make this any harder, will you?" he sighed again.
"Right, you're not allowed to touch me while we're here too!" I scolded. "They'll suspect something is going on between us!"
Soraru-san frowned at me and sighed again before he agreed that we would minimise close contact for now, just so we wouldn't bring up any suspicion from the people around us.
"... Make sure you don't let anyone here touch you any more than that," said Soraru-san.
"I'll try," I promised and we just sat there looking at each other in silence for a moment.
But before we could say anything more, someone knocked at the door, causing us to tear our gazes off of each other before Soraru-san got back onto his feet and talked to the attendant outside that we would be out of the bath area soon enough. I stood up from the bath, and quickly put on the kimono prepared for me.
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"So you're telling me that you can't do what the clients want,"
I was placed in a small room on the first floor of the pleasure quarter, and it wasn't too bad. It sort of reminded me of the days when I first started out as a courtesan, when all I had was a bed, and I was technically just a toy to clients.
"I can be their drinking partner and listen to them talk about their day," I said.
Shima-kun came over to check up on me after I had been here for a week. When Soraru-san (Kanata-san) led me to my room after my bath on the first night, I had been thinking of ways to avoid having to share a bed with the clients. I then remembered that one time I spent with Rib-san back then, and thought that would be perfect.
And as Shima-kun promised, I was to watch and learn from the other courtesans in the quarters. He made me watch how the best courtesan in here served his clients, even when they shared beds because he said I needed to learn how to satisfy men.
But Shima-kun wasn't delighted to hear me say that after all that he made me go through within the week.
"Men visit our place to seek for pleasure. If you can't do it, I'm not sure if I can keep you here, Mafu-kun," Shima-kun said carefully as he narrowed his eyes.
Soraru-san was just here to prepare me for the night and didn't leave the room even though Shima-kun was here to talk about matters concerning courtesans and clients. I could see that Soraru-san was slightly shocked when I suggested all that, but he kept his smile on his face the whole time.
"We wouldn't know until I tried-"
"And you wouldn't know that you can't do it until you tried," Shima-kun cut in before I could finish my sentence.
"But Shima-kun-"
"Shima-san, if I may put in a couple of words," Soraru-san spoke up.
"What is it, Kanata-san?"
"Mafuyu-san doesn't seem to be in the right shape to be sharing beds with clients," Soraru-san lowered his head a little as he reported that.
"Why so?" Shima-kun asked. It would seem that Soraru-san managed to get Shima-kun to put his trust on him in what seemed like a day. He was capable of doing everything he was asked to do, and they were always done even more perfectly than the senior attendants, making Shima-kun like him a lot.
"To my knowledge, Mafuyu-san has a weak body and poor health. Even if he was to serve the clients that way, he wouldn't be able to please them," Soraru-san explained.
While Shima-kun had his back towards me, I pouted at Soraru-san, unhappy at the fact that he just said something that hurt my pride as a former courtesan, an oiran at that too. As much as I hated working as one, it didn't change the fact that I had put in a lot of effort back then to live a better life.
Soraru-san didn't even look at me and continued talking to Shima-kun, trying to convince him to let me off the hook.
"He came from a bad family environment where he was constantly abused, Shima-san. I think we should let him off on this one," said Soraru-san as he lowered his head before Shima-kun to ask him for a favour. "Plus, not everyone comes in looking for pleasure. Mafuyu-san could help cheer the clients up by listening to their troubles,"
Shima-kun turned to glance at me for a second and gave me a thoughtful look.
"... I guess you're right, Kanata-san," Shima-kun eventually said. "We'll try that starting from today,"
"Really, Shima-kun?!" I got excited and sat up from my seat.
"But if I'm not seeing any profit from it, you'll have to do as I say, alright?" Shima-kun pointed at me with his fan, making me sit back down quietly as he said sternly.
I nodded slowly, and Shima-kun made a little "hmph" before he left the room, leaving Soraru-san and me in the room.
"Kanata-san, thank you very much for your help," I lowered my head with gratitude.
"It is my pleasure," Soraru-san replied with equal politeness. "It's easier for me too if you don't serve clients like that,"
"... Easier?" I eyed Soraru-san suspiciously, sending him a warning to not mouth off anything that could cause a misunderstanding between us.
"Well, in a lot of aspects," he flashed me his 'professional' smile that he uses to practically everyone here in the pleasure quarters and grabbed a comb by my dresser before walking towards me. "But I wouldn't need to clean up that much,"
"I guess that is true," I made an upset "humph" which got Soraru-san to let his guard down a bit and showed me his usual smile instead. It was just for an instance but still worth it.
He went behind me and got down to both his knees to help comb my hair for me. I stared at him through the mirror placed on the table in front of me, and I blushed when our eyes met for a moment there.
Even though we did have moments like this back at home, but since we were undercover here, things were kind of different. We had to be careful to not let anyone know about our secret relationship, and just thinking of it like that makes my heart beat louder than usual. It felt like we were having a forbidden love between an attendant and a courtesan-...
I pinched myself at my thigh to stop myself from fantasizing things that didn't make sense.
"You need to take care of your body, Mafuyu-san," said Soraru-san as he ran the comb through my hair carefully.
We had a silent agreement where we would call each other by our fake names even when we were alone in my room or anywhere else, just in case there were people outside who could hear us. It wouldn't grab us any unnecessary attention if we kept it like this.
"I'll try my best, Kanata-san," I glanced at Soraru-san in the mirror again, when he wasn't looking, when he was focused at his job.
But then he lifted his eyes and locked mine with his. I froze in place, feeling my body heat up a little under his gaze.
"... Your body is not yours alone anymore. Remember that, Mafumafu," he whispered. His voice was quiet, just loud enough for me to hear, indirectly telling me that I belonged to him.
And when he suddenly calls me by how he usually does, I would feel my face burn up, and it was happening right now. I slapped my hands on my face so that Soraru-san wouldn't be able to see me like this.
"The tip of your ears are red, Mafumafu," he smiled, seeming satisfied.
"Kanata-san, could you grab me my accessory box?" I said through my gritted teeth and glared at him.
"Of course, Mafuyu-san," he nodded and did as he was asked.
He placed the box in front of me, but he wouldn't let me pick which hair accessory I should use for the night. Instead, he pulled one out from under his sleeves, and helped me put it on at the side of my head.
"S-Soraru-san, I was thinking this pink one here would match tonight's kimono-" I started protesting but stopped when he turned the mirror around to show me how I looked with the new hair pin I had not seen before on my head.
It was something that looked like a shape of a flower. I wasn't sure what it was called, but the petals were coloured with a brilliant red, and bits of yellow in the middle to enhance its beauty. There were then dangling chains below the flower that had beads of blue on it, making it look like rain droplets.
I reached up to touch it lightly with my fingertips, and then smiled happily when I saw how the blue beads shone under the light. The hair pin was adorable, and it was something even more so since it was a present from Soraru-san.
"I got it for you when I was running errands in town," he said. "I thought it sort of reminded me of us,"
"... What do you mean?" I turned around to look at Soraru-san.
"This would be you," he made me look back at the mirror and pointed at the red flower. "And the raindrops will be me,"
I blinked twice, still confused but waited for him to explain.
"It probably doesn't mean anything like that, but I wanted you to know that I'll be here to keep you safe, just like how these raindrops would, by keeping the flower at its most beautiful state," Soraru-san said gently as he tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear.
His words filled me with warmth and happiness, security and relief. I could feel tears in my eyes as I stared at Soraru-san in the mirror, and quickly wiped it away with my hands.
"... Heavens, I want to kiss you so badly," Soraru-san said with an exasperated sigh.
"... You can't,"
"I know,"
"You can't," I said it again in fear that Soraru-san couldn't hold himself back if I didn't.
But to be honest, I wasn't sure if I said that to Soraru-san or to myself. I wasn't any better. I wanted him as much as he wanted me.
"... I know," Soraru-san said one more time with disappointment and frustration before he stood up and walked to the door, immediately turning back to being Kanata-san with a huge smile on his face. "Well then, Mafuyu-san. I'll take my leave to work on other errands. If you may excuse me,"
I nodded behind my sleeves and sniffled softly after my tears had stopped overflowing from my eyes. I gave my cheeks a couple of taps to tell myself to get it together. We were going to make this work, and with Soraru-san here, everything was bound to go well.
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"Mafuyu-san, you have a client," an attendant knocked at my door and said.
I stood up and moved to the middle of the room, got down to my knees and tucked my legs underneath me.
"Please come in," I said as I placed the tip of my fingers on the ground in front of my knees and bent my body forward.
"So you're the new one here!" said the man before me. I had yet to see his face since I was still in the middle of greeting him.
"Thank you very much for choosing Mafuyu," I said.
"Oh, raise your head, let me look at you. You see, I was planning to get Maa-kun to have a drink with me but he was busy with another client and the owner forced you on m-"
The man stopped talking after I raised my head to look at him. He went quiet, not knowing what to say. I tilted my head to the side, and inquired if something was wrong. He blushed and quickly shook his head.
"I didn't expect that you'd be this adorable, Mafuyu-chan," he said shyly as he rubbed the back of his neck in an awkward manner.
"Mafuyu is really sorry that you were forced to be with Mafuyu instead of Masamune-san," I apologised, putting on a disappointed expression, not forgetting to pucker my lips a little.
"You don't need to apologise! I'm the one who should be!" the man said. "I'll pick you the next time I come, so don't cry, alright?"
I smiled when I heard him say that, and he smiled back. He didn't look dangerous, or rather he looked really nice and friendly.
"The name's Sakata, by the way!" the man said with a huge grin on his face. "Everyone here calls me Sakatan,"
"Sakatan-san...?" I ended my sentence with a question mark.
"Just Sakatan will be fine!" he said.
"Sakatan," I said.
He hummed happily when I managed to call him by his nickname. I then led him to my table and had him sit while I sat next to him.
"Sakatan, what would you like to drink tonight?" I handed him the menu of our pleasure quarters.
"Hmm, just the usual sake would do for now," he said.
I got off my seat and went over to my door. I slid it open and to my surprise, Soraru-san was here. Wasn't he supposed to be handling the other courtesans? Since Shima-kun had high expectations of him, he was given many different tasks everyday. I was worried that he might overwork himself one day.
But it would seem like he was worried so he came by.
"What would it be, Mafuyu-san?" he said.
"A bottle of warm sake please," I put down Sakatan's order. "Could you also bring me a warm piece of towel?"
"I'll do that right away," Soraru-san lowered his head and headed off to the kitchen.
I went back inside to Sakatan. I was actually glad that my first client wasn't anyone weird. Even though I had made it clear that I wasn't capable of sharing a bed with a client yet, some clients just wouldn't listen to that rule and would force themselves on courtesans some times because their lusts had got to them.
Sakatan didn't look like any one of those people. He really looked as if he just wanted a person to talk to. It would probably take us weeks and months to get information about the new drug being spread around town, so I guessed it was alright to just be casual for my first service.
"Mafuyu-chan, listen to this!" Sakatan said right after I sat back down next to him. "There's just so many troubles going around lately!"
Troubles?
"You're new here so you probably wouldn't know," Sakatan sighed. "But even though I look like this, I'm actually a cop,"
A cop?
"I know it's not good for a cop to be at a place like this, but Shima-kun just has the best people to talk to!" Sakatan said, sounding really troubled and worried. "And now he has you here, I have a feeling I'll probably come by tomorrow night too!"
"Isn't working as a cop really hard for you, Sakatan?" I asked.
"It really is! Especially with how things are lately, it's not helping me with my workload too!" Sakatan whimpered.
There was a knock at my door, and Soraru-san came in with a tray. He placed it down on my table and I took it from there after that. He was just about to leave until Sakatan stopped him.
"Hey, haven't I seen you somewhere before?" Sakatan asked Soraru-san.
Sakatan was a cop! Of course he knew who Soraru-san is!
As I rummaged through my brain for a way out of this, Soraru-san was already on the move.
"I'm sure you might have mistaken," Soraru-san smiled. "If we have met, I would have remembered you for your fine looks, Sakata-san,"
"You're right! It must be a mistake!" Sakatan laughed loudly at Soraru-san's compliment. "I'm sorry for taking your time like this!"
"It's fine, Sakata-san. Do have a great night," Soraru-san bowed and left the room.
I poured Sakatan a cup of sake and he instantly grabbed the cup and downed it in one go and let out a satisfied breath before he put the cup back down on the table again. I refilled his cup, and put the sake bottle down.
"Sakatan, I've asked for a warm towel for you,"
"Oh, thank you!" he said, reaching for the towel.
"You look exhausted today, so please, let me," I smiled shyly and held Sakatan's hands to clean them with the towel. I watched as he blushed at my actions, but I pretended that I didn't see all of that.
"Mafuyu-chan, you look like you're really used to this even though you're dealing with your first client," he commented.
"It is all thanks to the seniors here. They have taught me well," I said, giving that credit to the courtesans here.
"Then again, you really are adorable, Mafuyu-chan," Sakatan said in awe with his chin resting on his hand as he watched me clean his other hand. "You're much more beautiful comparing to all the courtesans I've seen,"
"Thank you very much for your kind words," I laughed softly, which seemed to have made him happy.
"Which is why I think you should be really careful," Sakatan let out a troubled noise. He frowned a little as he continued, "There are a lot of bad people in town recently,"
"... Bad people?"
"I don't usually tell this to anyone, but I don't want to see you get hurt, Mafuyu-chan," Sakatan said solemnly. He wasn't acting aloof like how he was before. He wasn't fooling around when he said this. "There have been cases of people involved with drugs lately. It would be fine if they were just normal addicts, but it's apparently a newly invented drug and I still couldn't get my hands on any of those to know what it actually does,"
"Isn't that dangerous?"
"It is. Some people in town had been disappearing one after another. Not only men, but kids, women, anyone could be a target," Sakatan played with his cup for a bit, still not taking another sip after the first.
"And you think that has something to do with the drugs?" I started giving his palms a massage.
"I still don't have proof, but I know. I know that the bad people drug them and drag them off somewhere, but we still can't find the missing ones. It's a kidnap, Mafuyu-chan, and I couldn't let this continue," Sakatan put his cup back down.
That was something we didn't know yet. Who would have thought that my first client would be telling me all this. And here I thought I was just going to have a casual talk with him tonight.
"But why are you telling Mafuyu to be careful?" I asked.
"... Because there's someone here who could harm you with it,"
TBC