/jp/ - Otaku Culture

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I sighed and rubbed my eyes. I used to think the White Wolves were more honorable and serious, but after that incident with Momiji, were she tottaly lost herself because she SMELLED something, I started to see things in a new light. Take, for example, this one who just pinned a man against a wall for some drawings, was she performing her duty by interogatting a potential spy? Or, was she at her limit and looking for some 'stress relief'. Ughhh, thinking about it disgusted me a little, these Youkai acting all lustful and needy when they were supposed to be doing their jobs, in all the time I've spent managing this place, I couldn't understand that 'need' of there's.

It was a small blessing though, that many of the workers where proud enough not to cash in on their employee discount, it meant that Anon could have an extra rest period here and there when appointments failed to show and the next customers weren't ready. Still, it meant that the problem just migrated outside the HSE to the emergent market that surrounded it and the human men curious enough to visit it didn't realize the real danger they were in. From random locker inspections I found stolen clothing, stacks of photographs taken of the same man in public and private settings, and some of the dubious 'love perfumes' sold in the back of some of these stands.

Analytically, I knew it was an economic reality, there was only so much of Anon going around and Youkai that used to live far from the village, like Tengu, now had much easier access to mates, without the need for kidnaping and spiriting away to some mountain. I even anticipated the cultural changes that the brothel would cause, asking Yukari for an alarm to be fired off whenever a man entered or left the HSE for posterity so we'd deter such debauchery, although I think the only reason she agreed to it was because it was another security layer for Anon.

Yes, analytically I recognized it, emotionally, seeing workers with hickeys and public displays of affection, held hands, wandering eyes, stolen kisses, retreating into sheds or alleys where they thought nobody was watching, it all made me wince.

"Hugghh." I sighed, comforting myself in the knowledge that all this would soon be at an end and trying to clear my head for the task ahead.

The village buzzed more then usual for this time of year, or at least, seemed so from on the ground. I'd spent much time watching this place with spy glasses from the mountain to gather business intelligence in the past, but being on the ground brought a whole new perspective. People were hauling goods, mainly firewood(of which I had secretly supplied much), but also food and decorations. Children played and ran in the streets, trying to catch various animals and balls they'd thrown about, unaware that many of those things were, in fact, Youkai. Many expectant mothers also walked about, some shameful, others with pride, a few of them human, but far more of them Youkai who were seeking to know more about the other half of their future child's heritage.

It all made me feel even more awkward, truth be told. I had disguised myself, yes, but the keen-eyed humans could tell, even the slyest Youkai couldn't escape their sight here in the village. Not that they would do anything of course, Hana would be quite overworked if she was called for any odd Youkai visiting the village, still, it made me concious either way, wondering if they saw me as a whore, a deceitful villain, some strange oddity, or maybe, in the most rare case, a marriage prospect.

I shook my head again as I approached one of the Alley's Goro's map of Kogasa locations had led me to, maybe I'd ask her a little about how she managed here herself?