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Chapter Eight: Goya Chanpuru Drops:

Banana plant in autumn storm
rain drips into tub
hearing the night

--Basho

July 1, 2009. Day three and the rain lightened up in the morning. Emiko and Hotaru walked into the kitchen, smiling and hand-in-hand. Mike and Kazue sat at the table, waiting for them. (Well, more like Mike was waiting. Kazue just ate her leftover fried rice while looking pissed for being woken up so early this morning—like usual.) Mike cleared his throat at his other housemates. The lovers looked up. The male demon had a face of a stern father after his daughters broke curfew.

“Morning ladies,” he said with matching tone. Emiko and Hotaru giggled like little schoolgirls.

“Hey Mikey!” Hotaru cheered. He kept his eyes locked on the girls.

“How was your night?” he asked. The lovers grinned at him with another giggle.

“Great!” they replied in unison. Kazue rolled her eyes and sighed. She knew what was coming next. Mike lowered his chopsticks.

“Girls,” he said. “Anything good happen lately?”

“Maybe…” Hoto-chan said, cuddling up close to Emiko. Mike raised an eyebrow at her.

“Maybe? What do you mean maybe?” More giggles followed.

“Depends…”

“On what?” Hotaru kissed Emiko on the neck.

“Why do you want to know?” the butch demon asked. Mike shrugged.

“Because…” he said.

“Because why?”

“Because…” Kazue finally rolled her eyes. She hated this game!

“What Monkey-boy is dancing around here with is that he thinks you both are up to something again because you are fucking so much again!” she blurted out, annoyed. Mike shot a heated glare at her.

“Gee thanks, Sunshine!” he hissed. “Way to be discreet about it! Not!” Kazue shrugged at him.

“Hey,” she said. “You said help!”

“Not like that!” he snapped. Emiko and Hotaru pretended to look hurt.

“Mikey!” Hotaru exclaimed. “How could you say that?” Mike looked at them sternly still.

“Oh come on!” he said. “I’ve known you for how many years?” Both girls went quiet. Hotaru looked at her girlfriend.

“We might as well say it,” she said. “He’s on to us.” Emiko pressed her lips together.

“Right…” she said. The butch demon turned back to Mike.

“Okay,” she said, calmly. “Hoto-chan and I are playing cupid with Tsuzuki and Anna.” Silence. Mike blinked at them once.

“What?!?” he asked in disbelief. The couple sat down at the table and broke it down for their roommates. Silence again. Kazue smirked at them.

“You’re terrible, guys,” she said. Mike gave them a sharp look.

“You do realize Ju-Oh-Cho won’t allow this, right?” he asked.

“Yes,” they said.

“So why do it?” Kazue finished. The demons cued up the dramatics.

“Because, isn’t love worth fighting for?” Emiko questioned as she stood up in her chair. “These two love each other, but they can’t see that! So, we are leading the way to the reign of love!” Hotaru put her hand of her chest for emphasis.

“Thank you!” her girlfriend said. Then, she sat back down in her seat. Mike shook his head.

“His boss and co-workers won’t allow it,” he pointed out.

“That’s why we won’t say a thing,” Emiko reasoned. Mike raised an eyebrow at her.

“We?” Emiko nodded as she grinned at him.

“Yes, we!”

“Oh no! I’m not turning a blind eye or getting mixed up in another one of your schemes!”

“Please don’t tell, Mikey,” Hotaru pleaded. “Please Mikey! Please, please, pleaseeeeeee!” She even used the cute kitty eyes on him. Mike tried to look away, but it was useless. He tried to fight in vain.

“They could send us back to Hell…” he pointed out.

“So?” Emiko asked, shrugging. “We’re exiled from there already. So, we can’t go back.” Mike nodded.

“True…” he agreed. “But, I’m not going to test that theory.” Silence. Hotaru kept her kitty eyes on him. Mike still kept trying to fight—and losing badly. He finally sighed in defeat.

“Fine!” the demon said at last. “I won’t say a word!” Hotaru’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Yay!!!” she cheered. Mike only rolled his eyes.

“Whatever…” he mumbled. Emiko sat back, smirking. Score: Team Hotoko: 10,000+ Mike: 0

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