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Shou & Rat 1/1

pic rel shou's thoughts this post.

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Shout had felt terrible; she felt betrayed, angry, all sorts of emotions unfitting for an idol such as herself, but above all else, she felt disappointed, not in Nazrin, but in herself. As the idol of the temple she had a duty, a duty which she failed. She did not know what was a worse fate, to be reduced once again to a groveling unstable youkai or to be killed by her lord himself.

All she could do was sit in her room and pray for-

“Hello!” A voice intruded into her silence, slamming the door with a slap of paper and wood. Shou’s eyes widened as she gazed upon the figure in her door. “Naz-”

“AH, Ah, ah, don’t confuse me for the mouse.” The figure said in a voice you’d use to talk to a child. “My name is Chisazu, and I’m a rat. Now don’t forget it.” said the grinning as she pointed a thumb to her chest with her free hand.

“Now help me drink this sake. Bisha-kun wants us to talk.” The rat says, barging her way into Shou’s spartan room and shutting the door behind her. “Bisha-” Shou didn’t dare finish that sentence.

“You see.” Chisazu began. “Naz and that witch fucked up; officially, nothing happened, and Naz is just taking a couple of well-earned consecutive decade-long breaks. Unofficially, neither I nor Bisha-kun blames you.” She said, sitting down, dropping the bottle of sake and two cups she held in her hand, thrusting one of them towards Shou, and she uncorked the bottle with her fingers.

Shou was simultaneously relieved, frightened, anxious, and above all guilty. Thoughts of-

“Now, here’s the thing,” Chisa said, interrupting Shou’s thoughts. “That witch wants that poor guy to be her ‘ideal student’ or whatever, that’s fine; we don’t really care where he ends up, but we can’t do that alone. Okina’s already planning something, and I have a line to her through Naz; we’ll move when she does, no ifs or butts. Understand.”

“But what about.” Shou didn’t finish, and she did rub her belly, “and the others…” she said, trailing off.

“The kids? Well, you may not have kept your ear to the ground, but Naz did, and so am I.” The mouse might’ve been a failure, but she kept well informed as all of her former resources belonged to Chisazu now. “From what I hear, this temple isn’t the only place experiencing unexpected pregnancies~ hehe.”

Shou’s eyes widened. “That means-” she choked on air before she could even finish. The words would not leave her mouth as a sudden rush of anxiety overtook her, her eyes going wide as dinner plates.

“Yep, there’s gonna be a lot of unwanted, unattended kids, not only humans.” Her voice quiets to a whisper, “half-youkai babies.” At that, a wicked, sharp-toothed smile broke out on the rat’s face. “And that’s where we’re going to step in, that cow running the school, and the loonies in the forest can’t handle them all, and I’m sure Miss Witch will appreciate the new experiment.”

Tightening her grip on her bowl Shou says. “You shouldn’t be so happy about other people’s misfortune,” Shou says in a stern tone, eyeing the across from her rat suspiciously as she puts her own sake cup to her mouth. There was more she wanted to say, but it was better not to argue right now.

“That’s the spirit. All we have to do is sit back and take advantage of the chaos~” Chizau trails off as she lays down on the floor. “I’m gonna put my head down now; sake may help me think, but I’d rather not be too hungover tomorrow~” She yaws out as she sets the empty sake cup down and the bottle next to it.

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Autocorrect turns Chisazu’s name into chicago, her name comes from Chisai 小さい and Nezumi 鼠. With the parts she takes from both makes her name basically mean “small thing” or Tiny in english, and I think that’s a pretty cute name for a rat, it should probably be spelled with an I after the A, but I thought that looked less cute.
Chisa’s plan may be a bit lazy, but I thought it was very rat and vulture-like. She’s not technically the leader of the temple now, but she’s keeping a close eye and taking a more executive hand in things, abusing her authority and throwing her weight around in ways Naz wouldn't