Of Mice and Men
Who: Rando and Miyuki
Where: School grounds and Rando's apartment
When: Night after Rando and Chuu's adventure, and the morning after that
Summary: Mini Rando pops in to give Miyuki a surprise visit, and debts are made, paid, and made again and eventually a deal is formed
Warning: Nudity. Extremely long log. Not fully coloured yet.
The last of the sweaty, icky little children had long left the gymnasium, the whole class had clearly gotten sick of waiting for Miyuki to dismiss them. The crossdresser sat in his office, feet crossed and propped up against the desk, absent-mindedly sharpening a lead pencil to the point where it could be used as a stabbing implement. He had been noticably uptight for the past few days, frequently telling the children to sort a game out themselves, or dismissing them for lunch 10 minutes into the double period.
Students had evidently stopped turning up to class.
Rando managed to doge quite a few dangerous bullets after inadvertently shrinking himself. He was pissed that he couldn’t reverse the spell, disgusted that he’d ended up in a filthy toilet, and hampered by his size. How he managed to get out of the toilet was a mystery of ability, but at least Chuu hadn’t discovered him and at least the other hadn’t given him a shower or…err…worse.
He was out, naked, and sopping wet. He couldn’t walk around the school like this, not many people would be able to explain a demon midget running about. Once he was on the bathroom floor he looked around him, he needed something to cover up with so that he could at least walk around with some dignity. He moved around the bathroom stealthily until he was sure he was alone. He found something, it wasn’t great, but it was something. A washing cloth, probably used, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. It was dru at least.
Ripping the cloth up he made it into a wearable toga before he started to look for a way out and he found it, a vent. It was really high and impossible to reach at this level. Rando was clever though and he was resourceful. He saw that there were pipes that ran all the way up; all he had to do was climb up and climb through the vent, easy right? No, for someone his size it took and amazing amount of energy and by the time he got there he was exhausted.
He had no time to res so using the walls as a brace he limped down the corridors within the ventilation system with no real direction. As luck would have it, however, he ended up right above Miyuki’s office he recognized that mass of blue hair even from his vantage. Pushing aside the small gate barring his way Rando slid down and dropped landing on the table right beside the other demon. That kind of hurt.
A small red blur toppled from the ceiling, or, that's what it appeared to be from the corner of his eye. Discarding the spear-ended pencil, Miyuki tilted his head towards the creature, cocking an eyebrow in curiosity. After all it wasn't every day that something fell from a vent.
The reaction that came next was too quick to control. His eyes widened and then diluted, his jaw dropped and the youkai ended up almost toppling from his chair. It had taken his mind a split second to recognize the midget, although an identity didn't help to explain why Rando was 4 inches tall, wearing a toga, and in the gymnasium office.
"You!" His hand shot out to grab onto something, with the initial idea of regaining balance. It didn't take long for a more malicious intent to settle in. Miyuki's hand gripped around the firm binder of one of the exercise books, which he brought forward with what appeared to be a motion to squash the "bug."
The reaction that came next was too quick to control. His eyes widened and then diluted, his jaw dropped and the youkai ended up almost toppling from his chair. He had never seen Rando's demon form, although an identity didn't help to explain why a 4 inch-tall demon, wearing a toga made out of a dirty cloth and nothing else was in the gymnasium office.
"You little....!" His hand shot out to grab onto something, with the initial idea of regaining balance. It didn't take long for a more malicious intent to settle in. Miyuki's hand gripped around the firm binder of one of the exercise books, which he brought forward with what appeared to be a motion to squash the "bug." Of course at this point, the only demon that- in his mind- would try to sneak in, was one of Urameshi's friends.
Rando was still a bit disoriented from his fall and his legs felt a little numb as well. This had to be the dumbest thing ever, how could a simple fall damage him s greatly, but at the moment he had a more immediate threat to worry about. Miyuki.
The other demon had grabbed a book with the intent of squashing Rando, well that wouldn’t be good to have his life end by being smacked around by a book. Hopping back a few inches the human hunter put his tiny fists up in a defensive gesture, like that could be intimidating. The worst he could probably do right now was hop onto the floor and stomp on Miyuki’s feet.
“Wait a fucking minute!” Rando had to speak louder than he normally did; perfect he would have no voice by the time this was over with as well. Miyuki had never seen him in his demon form before and if Rando gave his real identity away the situation might be worse, but what choice did he have, “It’s me! Rando!”
The book in question had been halted to poise at a position where, if Rando were to stretch his tiny little fingers out, he would be able to touch the anorexic looking figure on its cover. It was held there for a moment, before being drawn back, so that Miyuki could get a good look at the youkai.
He squinted, frown molding into a detestable scowl. There were a million questions he wanted to ask…or snap…at the smaller demon, like why he was in the office, or in his demon form…or in a toga. But prioritizing put shock and anger before all that; "So this is the great Rando, eh? Hmph… I should have crushed you when I had the chance." Miyuki scoffed, the book still held tightly in his grasp, just in case Rando tried anything. "Well midget, now that you've successfully stalked your way into my office and pissed me off, what do you want?"
Wasn't Rando meant to be a great human-hunter? Strangely enough Miyuki had expected him to be a little….bigger….
Rando was momentarily relieved, momentarily being the key word here, when the book was drawn back and he figured the other would crush him. The demon was still damp from his little fall in the porcelain Jacuzzi he was a real mess which wasn’t something he was most days.
“I’m a lot bigger than this…one of my chants backfired and I shrank. I can’t reverse it, I don’t have that kind of energy right now. I’m still carrying injuries from nearly being killed by Enma’s elite forces,” Rando crossed his arms and tried not to look humiliate, but this was hardly easy for him.
“Oh come on, you weren’t that pissed off at me when we talked last time,” Rando said this because once Miyuki had grown comfortable with him they had started joking, “anyway I was in the locker-room anyway this stop was just on my way.”
"No i wasn't,' He admitted, "I just wasn't expecting you to jump in like that." Carefully Miyuki lowered his feet to the ground, making a point not to knock the other from the desk in the process. After he had reached a stable position the demon leaned forward, resting his arms and head on the table so that he reached almost eye level with Rando.
Since that night, he had assumed Rando would turn up again sooner or later..just, not in this way. "So you're stuck like that for now?"
You know, he wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't midget-sized...and arrogant. Something tells me this little chant was probably against our favourite "enemy."
Miyuki shifted his head until it rested comfortably on his shoulder, always keeping one eye on the midget. "I'm impressed, you haven't been taken in and probed by Ani Toguro yet.."
Rando took a few steps back, not because Miyuki intimidated him, his face was smooth and very pretty close up. Rando looked like a drowned rat and he smelled like a toilet bowl he could be that courteous at least. He didn’t want to offend the other’s senses and have the other smack him off the table.
“I hadn’t expected to jump in here either, I expected my chant would work,” the miniaturized demon sat cross-legged on the desk and closed his eyes appearing rather contemplative. He didn’t want to appear in this weak and fragile state with enemies surrounding him, “I am stuck like this…my guess is about a week or so.”
Rando shivered when Ani’s name was mentioned, he had nothing personally against the demon, he liked him alright even got him a White Day gift. Being collected by the human-turned-demon however was an entirely different story and the platitudes were tougher to bear for Rando in this state.
“Well I don’t think he hangs out in the locker-room so I felt relatively secure that I would be alright. Still, all the more reason for me to get back to my room somehow and stay there till this dry spell of mine wears off.”
Miyuki yawned. He had chosen to ignore the repugnant smell that had worked its way around the room since Rando's arrival, understandably it was something that couldn't be helped, and it was probably better not prying into where such a stench had come from.
"I suppose..." He leaned back again, stretching his arms high above his head in an act of exaggerated fatigue. Upon agreeing to infiltrate the school, he hadn't realised how difficult it would become...especially with no money. Regardless, the sooner Rando got back to his room, the sooner Miyuki could pull together a makeshift bed from the sports equipment and get out of the damned office. Perhaps even steal a snack from the cafeteria supplies Makintaro hadn't gotten hold of yet.
"You want some help back to your room?"
Rando seemed rich enough, maybe he could steal something from his room....
Rando was suspicious of Miyuki’s motives, but he did have to get back to his room and he had to figure out how to clean up. He couldn’t use the shower (his room had a small one) but the sink would be a good place to start. Despite appearances Rando was meticulously clean, it helped keep his thoughts organized and he had space.
It was, perhaps, against his better judgment to consent to this, but Rando stood up, his arms still crossing his chest. He was quiet for a moment before nodding his head, “fine, can’t think of any other way I would get back.”
Miyuki reached forward, placing an upturned palm beside Rando. He guessed this mode of transport would be quicker-and safer- than running for ages down corridors, climbing up stairs and sneaking past whatever else may be lurking in the school, only to be stopped when the prospect of opening his apartment door proved to be a highly doubtful one.
Even so, Rando acted almost hostile towards his suggestion.
"What's wrong human-hunter?" He teased with a smirk, "Trust me, I'm not going to kidnap you although..." a light laugh "you'd make a pretty cute pet."
Rando was hostile, but it was unintentional, well sort of, he despised this feeling of dependency. He looked at the other’s hand and then up at Miyuki before snorting and stepping up into the open palm his arms still crossed defiantly across his chest. Miyuki would have to take another route to his dorm, one that few of the students went, but it should be okay considering, “don’t read into it on your own. I’m not your pet, just used to doing everything myself that’s all.”
"Alright, alright," Miyuki pushed his chair back, making a careful movement towards the door without too much upper-body motion, the last thing he needed was a dropped Rando. Swiping a Master Key off the desk, he left the office, locking the door behind him. Instead of taking to the quickest route, the one that passed all the classrooms, he directed himself towards the back of the gymnasium, and out into the cold air.
Few words were exchanged during this "journey"; Rando was annoyed about his dependant state, and Miyuki had become too bored with this whole mission thing to care.
Passing by the back of the school he came up to the dorms building and -despite earlier efforts to avoid the main path- chose to go straight in through the double door entrance. "You're going to have to guide me from here."
When Miyuki explained to the miniaturized demon that he would need to lead the way Rando did his best to guide without looking obvious. He didn’t want to be seen by any of the students, especially certain ones roaming about that could give him a hard time if they saw him…and of course they would give Miyuki a hard time as well. Fortunately it was that time of day, after school, the kiddies were either having dinner or napping lazily in their beds so they made it to the room just fine.
Rando’s door was also unlocked. After he had finished with classes he went to his room with the full intent of quickly exterminating Chuu and returning to his room to celebrate his triumph. That didn’t happen as was painfully obvious by Rando’s size and the fact he was being toted around by Miyuki. It was humiliating.
Still he allowed the other into his room which was like a luxurious hotel room in a gothic sort of way. The demon was a collector anything he desired to use for his own comfort he took, humans were easy to control in that way. His room wasn’t overly big, but if fit his nicely overstuffed bed and a dresser, everything was draped in black. He had a few brick-a-brack lying about, some human conveniences like a computer, television. And a phone. There were irreplaceable magical items he stored in a chest and various other things in the surprisingly tidy space.
Despite his love for black and that all of his furniture even his curtains were black he had nice taste, “this is it. I can take it from here, you just set me down on the floor and I’ll be fine.”
Miyuki was set in a daze, taken in by the sudden change of atmosphere. The open dullness of the school had been left behind, replaced by a whole new world of mystery, black material and...well....money. It reminded him somewhat of his home back in makai, except that that was a little more colourful...just a little.
Ignoring Rando's request Miyuki wandered further into the room, glancing left and right before making his way into the bathroom. Carefully he placed the smaller demon down next to the sink, assuming that if anything, he would want to clean himself first. A curt wave and Miyuki left the room, providing Rando with the privacy to fix himself up.
The crossdresser didn't leave though...no, instead he sat himself down, quite comfortably, on the other's bed, once again examining his surroundings.
This place was beautiful...and oh! Wasn't it warm? Much better than the freezing gymnasium, and uncomfortable high jump mattress he'd come accustomed to. Another glance back to the bathroom, the door was slightly ajar, not enough for him to see in or for Rando to squeeze out through, just a small gap so that the miniature demon didn't have to turn the knob to get out. Feeling quite at home in this room, Miyuki rested his head back, lifting his legs up to stretch out across the bed spread. The moment Rando left the bathroom...he would hear him, at which point he could jump up and hurry out of the room.
Until then, just for a little while, he would enjoy the longed for feel of a real bed.
Rando knew he couldn’t use the shower so he just stayed on the sink where Miyuki placed him. He turned the knobs until the water was good enough for him, scrapped a bit of soap of the bar and hopped into the sink and under the hot, running water. Yes, hot, fucking hot, hot enough to burn away all of the traces of this day’s toilet disaster. He rubbed his body down quickly with the soap, but he was thorough even cleaning his hair and his pointed ears before hopping back up onto the edge of the sink.
There were no towels r anything nearby and he had no clothes small enough for this body so for now he would air-dry and free-hang. That was good enough for him, he wouldn’t need clothing he would just keep his door locked and hole himself up until he got his strength back. If Miyuki didn’t hate him too much perhaps he’d bring some food, but Rando could even last without sustenance for a week, he would just curl up on his pillows and go to sleep.
Speaking of the other demon Rando could still feel the presence of Miyuki nearby and he smiled faintly. When he’d sufficiently dried off he made his way back to the floor and to the door, noticing it was left only partially open, clever Miyuki, “hey Miyuki, you still around?” Again he had to raise his voice significantly to be heard but he also pushed the door open.
The thought of stealing food had crossed his mind, but making use of the bed had been prioritised before that, whatever had been hidden deep within Makintaro's cafeteria stash would have to do for the week. Just a minute of resting on a true mattress was worth that..
Miyuki's plan had almost been foolproof; in fact, the only problem was reliance on himself to hear the warnings. If Rando were to move around the side of the bed, he would see the demon's high-heels, placed out of the way and against the wall. Miyuki hadn't moved at all since Rando had begun to clean himself, but no matter how loud the cursed demon yelled, his voice would inevitably fall on deaf ears.
Needless to say the creak of the door opening concluded in the same result.
Whether this had been planned, or by mere accident, Miyuki had slipped from a conscious state and fallen asleep, right on Rando's bed.
Rando knew Miyuki was still around so why wasn’t the demon answering him, but when he opened the door and padded out to the bedroom in all his shrunken demon glory it didn’t take him long to figure out why. Placing his hands on his hips the red-haired demon narrowed his eyes at the shoes against the wall, but his face soon smoothed out.
Inevitably he would need someone to take care of him and he wouldn’t dare ask Ani to do it. Not that he didn’t like the twisted Toguro…it was just that Ani was…twisted and Rando didn’t want to ponder what the unstable demon would do to him. Torture him or set him up with the rest of his little inanimate buddies and dress him in weird shit. No way.
So, if Rando allowed Miyuki to stay here and if he took care of the blue-haired demon it would stand to reason that Miyuki would return the favor. Sighing heavily he climbed up the bedding and hopped over to the touch lamp (now glad he’d stolen it) tapped it once and the light went out filling the entire room with darkness. Rando could see perfectly fine however and he hopped onto one of the pillows, a makeshift bed just for him.
It wasn’t a bad idea, this sleeping thing. Turning on his side Rando watched Miyuki for a moment and imagined that despite the fact that this was a man Miyuki seemed so breakable. He would definitely need Rando’s support to live wouldn’t he? Letting his guard down so easily over such a thing as a nice soft bed, a bed that smelled of Rando and so warm too. Chuckling, that usual dark laughter spilling from his lips Rando closed his own eyes, “hopeless…”
The night passed more or less uneventfully. Not once did Miyuki wake, or worry about what Rando might do when he found out his bed had been stolen, as far as he was concerned the two weren't hating each other- at the moment at least- and for as long as this mission lasted, they were on the same team. The chances of Rando murdering him in his sleep were minimal.
Morning came with a streak of sunlight, stretching across the bed and bringing an unwelcome wake-up call to those who occupied it. At first Miyuki chose to ignore the bright beam of light, forcing his eyes to stay shut in protest. But it only took a shift of his arm to create a whole new morning alarm...one that would definitely work.
A delicate finger pressed against something soft, something Miyuki first assumed to be his own hair. But, there was something hard behind it, like the head of a doll.
...A doll...?
Miyuki's eyes snapped open, the bright sunlight giving him a full on view of mini Rando in all his glory. The first sight for the morning.
For a second it felt as though his heart had stopped beating, too shocked to scream or move. But that second passed, and Miyuki jolted backwards. His head jerked around, quickly taking in his surroundings. I must have fallen asleep here! I have to get out...
All too quickly Miyuki was off the bed, hurriedly trying to force his feet back into the shoes. if he could get out before the other woke up he would be able to avoid a great deal of taunting and embarassment. He had to get out but..
Another glance back at Rando. He's quite hopeless like this, isn't he?
Rando had slept rather peacefully and fitfully throughout the night as well. He hadn’t noticed how close Miyuki had gotten, only that the closeness was warm. He also didn’t notice the fact that he was blanketed in a thick mass of blue and fragrant hair. He didn’t even notice the light filtering through his black curtains either as he was always able to ignore anything for a good sleep. Amazingly he didn’t even notice it when Miyuki curiously prodded him with his fingers, curiously.
When Miyuki poked him, which wasn’t hard enough to wake him, Rando flopped over onto his back. He was flopped out comfortably in a spread-eagle style, completely unaware and not caring about his nudity. How could he care about being naked when he was snoring so soundly and sleeping so well? Oh, but there was something that did wake him up, the one thing that could, and that was when the bed shifted.
Rando probably wouldn’t have felt it if he were bigger because then Miyuki’s weight would be nothing to him. Now the balance was shifted, he felt a lot more than he normally did and when Miyuki moved off of the bed taking his warmth and all that hair with him Rando woke up. Gold eyes snapped open and he turned his head.
Miyuki was on his way out of the room, but Rando had caught the other’s eyes when the demon glanced back and the miniaturized Rando sat up slowly. His head was still sleep muddled, but overall he was refreshed. Yawning and stretching Rando fell back against the pillow, “if you’re going to run the least you could do is run to the kitchen and get something for me to eat…I have human currency…I believe it’s called Yen here?”
Miyuki faltered, spinning on his heels to fully face the bed, and Rando. His eyes were still heavy with sleep, his mind only filtering half of what came to his ears. It seemed a sort of..predicament..had been formed between the two. Rando held a very important secret of his, as well as allowing him to stay in the room for the night, and in return, he requested that Miyuki retrieved food for him.
It didn't take a genius to realise where this could potentially head, at least for the week that Rando was in this state for. By the looks of it Rando wouldn't be able to leave his room at all during that time...
Sighing Miyuki moved back closer to the bed, trying to ignore the fact that Rando was still stark naked. "I don't need currency for the cafeteria, not with Makintaro in charge" His hair was unbrushed, his make-up was a mess,
not to mention he'd have to sneak out of the room without any students seeing him, damned by the position of acting 'teacher.' "I guess i owe you one."
Rando pushed himself onto his elbows; he knew that if he wanted to he could fully take advantage of this situation except for one thing. Rando was known as the Human hunter, he felt no malice towards any one of his own kind except for Yusuke and anyone affiliated with the brat of course. It was only natural that he treat Miyuki with nothing more than slight annoyance which was just his way, but he didn’t hate the other demon.
“Yeah I guess you kind of do owe me, you tried to swat me with a book, but then you carried me here, I let you stay the night so we’re not even yet, but…”
Rando looked thoughtful for a moment pondering what he could do about this relationship to make it more give and take.
“…you liked it didn’t you? Sleeping in this bed. How about we make a little deal then, you can use this room as often and as much as you want. You can use it to sleep in, watch television, or whatever and I’ll even throw in a few gifts as well. The trade is you have to bring me something to eat. I can survive without food, but that doesn’t mean I should. Sound like a deal?” Rando smirked lopsidedly.
“One more thing, when you get back I have a brush in the bathroom and soap, or you can use the shower because I can’t use it by myself. Either way you don’t need the makeup or the boobs.” Rando waved dismissively, what he meant was that Miyuki could be natural around Rando. He liked honesty from his comrades even though he wasn’t always such himself.
From a naive point of view, it looked like the deal had swung in his direction. All of this, just to run back and forth for food? And all he had to do was put up with Rando... On second thought that may be a feat in itself.
Miyuki didn't grant the other demon with a reply, he didn't think one was needed in a situation like this. He'd be a fool to pass off a deal like that, the mere thought of returning to that...awful, bug-infested gymnasium made him cringe.
Miyuki waved him off dismissively, directing himself to the door to begin this little food run. Whatever attempt there was to hide an inward grin failed miserably, swiping the berret he had dropped early off the floor, and fitting it firmly over his head. "If you're lucky, i might even strip some of Ani Toguro's dolls of their outfits..how does a frilly dress sound?"
Still smirking, Miyuki closed the door behind him, shaking his head in disbelief.
So Rando wanted him to stay in the room as a male..... this man really was confusing.
“You even try to dress me in some frilly concoction of the Toguro’s, I’ll be forced to pay you back when this wears off. How does one of those clown suits that fool Suzuki wear sound,” Rando shot back, but it wasn’t malice it was sarcasm and a hit of the playfulness he was returning, “I’m comfortable this way and I’m not going anywhere anytime soon, plus I have nothing and if it’s got to be your suggestion I’d rather walk around buff.”
When Miyuki headed off for the door Rando plopped back down on his back, relaxing and for the moment rather carefree. Of course he had very few requests, Rando was rather independent and didn’t need slaves having always taken what he wanted and done what he pleased on his own. All he needed was Miyuki to run his outside errands like explain why he wouldn’t be in class, bring him food, not wear the fake boobs, and tone down the makeup.
He liked the companionship in all honesty, but he also like Miyuki the way he was underneath all that stuff caked on to make him something he wasn’t. Rando had been close enough to the other’s face to tell there was a natural beauty behind the lipstick, there was nothing to be insecure about. Well at least while Miyuki was present rando would request it, what the other did outside was none of his business.
Amazingly, Miyuki was able to make it to the kitchen unseen, by any student at least. The sun had just started to rise, a time when many teens and teachers alike were still tucked away in their rooms sleeping, or passed out on the lawn outside.
Not really having the care to cook anything himself, Miyuki located one of the larger shopping bags and threw edible looking items inside. He wasn't a great cook, but he had lived long enough to know a few simple dishes, and what went well together.
After that stop, Miyuki headed back to his own office, making sure the other sports instructors weren't around before unlocking the door and stepping inside, locking it again behind him.
The shopping bag was dropped carelessly by the door as he drew the windows shut, preventing anyone from seeing in. Sighing, Miyuki took hold of his sports shirt, pulling it high above his head and discarding of it for the moment.
It only took him a few minutes to comply with Rando's wishes, removing the fake breasts and returning his body to a more masculine figure, if it could be described as such. He still possessed the smooth, slender body of a fragile woman, the shirt-once pulled back over his head- hung loose off his shoulders.
Taking a bottle from the desk drawer he headed next to the male change-rooms, relying on the wash basins there and the make-up remover he already possessed to clear his features of all cosmetics.
A glance in the mirror and the demon sighed again, adding to 'Miyuki' and "Miyu-sensei" this was but another appearance he'd have to hold up, fortunately, the azure hair was about the only similiarity between it and the former two. That, and the distinctly feminine looking features.
In fact, this look held a frightfully odd resemblance to Shishiwaka, except Miyuki's features suggested he was less of a fighter than the other.
Slinging the bag of food back over his shoulder, he trudged back to the apartment room, giving a light knock before pushing the door open. He'd still need to clean himself up a bit..
Rando was quite content to sit back and relax, it could be said he wasn’t much for the whole slave gig, but he could get used to having things brought to him. It was only a passing thought, something for him to muse about while the clock ticked away the minutes. He still relied mostly on his independence and he knew that in this body he was being hampered quite a bit, in fact there was almost nothing he could do in this helpless guise. If Chuu busted in here he’d be powerless to stop it, hell if anyone busted in here he would be powerless. That was what he despised most of all.
Having been so caught up in his thoughts he almost didn’t notice it when Miyuki entered the room. The other looked, of course, more like a man without the makeup, but there was really not taking away that feminine air that separated Miyuki from Shishiwakamaru. Actually there was a lot that separated Miyuki from that fool, Rando really saw little resemblance.
Miyuki’s eyes were plum and his hair was periwinkle and didn’t have a set of antenna sticking out, then there were the ears. Tsk, that was of absolutely no importance, there was no comparing the two.
Before Miyuki came back Rando made sure to relocate so that he had at least tucked his little body under the sheet and presented the other demon with some modesty, “you look different like that, but it’s not unpleasant. So…what the hell did you throw together…I am not sure about Makintaro’s food, but I want to know what I am eating at least.”
"Oh i'm sorry, I didn't know i was playing chef for you too." Miyuki knelt down to open the bag up, placing the items on the floor for the other to see, and also so that he could organise it himself better. "Don't worry, it's all canned. Makintaro hasn't touched it." He would have rathered a wider variety, and he could only assume that Rando wouldn't want to live of canned food for a week, but there was no telling what got into the kitchen, or what manifested itself there.
After everything had been displayed Miyuki retrieved a plate from the kitchenette and placed it beside the food, gesturing for Rando to take it from there. Without another word he left the bedroom, intending to have a shower, wake up and think everything over.
Well i've seen his true form, with or without consent, and he hasn't killed me yet. Plus i've gained a room, i think this is going quite well...
Rando slid down from the bed finally realizing that he now had a stomach and that it wanted to be filled whether or not he needed to fill it. After the cans had been opened and displayed the red-haired demon was able to take it from there while Miyuki took the time to peruse his bathroom. The other might as well pack it up and move on in for the week so long as he came and went during hours where nobody would notice Miyuki would be alright.
After filling his plate, using a spoon that was almost his height, with as much as he felt he could stand to eat Rando didn’t wait for permission to start he ate. He would insist on giving Miyuki enough to go out and shop for something decent, maybe he’d ask him to bring back some of that sushi he’d heard of. No way either one of them could survive off of this stuff for a week. On top of that he didn’t trust the cafeteria food considering the master behind that operation.
With that idea in his head Rando got up stuffing a piece of canned fruit into his mouth and stalking into the bathroom after Miyuki. He didn’t care if the other was dressed, undressed, or already in the middle of his shower, Miyuki had seen him naked so it wasn’t unnatural for Rando, “hey Miyuki…”
Miyuki stood in the shower, one hand on the knob for hot water, the other hanging by his side. Fortunately he hadn't started the shower yet, or he would have never heard Rando at all. The demon turned, his attention directed to the door, and then lowered a considerable amount to the floor, and onto Rando.
It was fortunate they had long passed the arguing stage, or this scene would have created more trouble than it saved.
"What is it?"
Rando gave a low and playful catcall before grinning a bit perversely up at Miyuki, almost as if he was intentionally trying to throw the other off before stating his reasoning for being in the bathroom. After getting over his moment he closed his eyes trying to look somewhat disgruntled, “that food, we won’t be able to stand that for long. I know you said you could get it from the cafeteria but you and I both know we’re too good to die from the food prepared by that lunch…errr…lady? Anyway I’m insisting you buy it, it’s not going to cost a thing just your time.”
Miyuki purposely ignored Rando’s teasing, not wanting to let him see him in an uncomfortable state. It wouldn’t have bothered him so much if the demon wasn’t so extremely small.
“Whatever. I’d rather not have cafeteria food…again.” He turned the knob for the shower, letting the water fall and proceeding to wash his hair, wondering silently just what he’d gotten himself into.
Where: School grounds and Rando's apartment
When: Night after Rando and Chuu's adventure, and the morning after that
Summary: Mini Rando pops in to give Miyuki a surprise visit, and debts are made, paid, and made again and eventually a deal is formed
Warning: Nudity. Extremely long log. Not fully coloured yet.
The last of the sweaty, icky little children had long left the gymnasium, the whole class had clearly gotten sick of waiting for Miyuki to dismiss them. The crossdresser sat in his office, feet crossed and propped up against the desk, absent-mindedly sharpening a lead pencil to the point where it could be used as a stabbing implement. He had been noticably uptight for the past few days, frequently telling the children to sort a game out themselves, or dismissing them for lunch 10 minutes into the double period.
Students had evidently stopped turning up to class.
Rando managed to doge quite a few dangerous bullets after inadvertently shrinking himself. He was pissed that he couldn’t reverse the spell, disgusted that he’d ended up in a filthy toilet, and hampered by his size. How he managed to get out of the toilet was a mystery of ability, but at least Chuu hadn’t discovered him and at least the other hadn’t given him a shower or…err…worse.
He was out, naked, and sopping wet. He couldn’t walk around the school like this, not many people would be able to explain a demon midget running about. Once he was on the bathroom floor he looked around him, he needed something to cover up with so that he could at least walk around with some dignity. He moved around the bathroom stealthily until he was sure he was alone. He found something, it wasn’t great, but it was something. A washing cloth, probably used, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. It was dru at least.
Ripping the cloth up he made it into a wearable toga before he started to look for a way out and he found it, a vent. It was really high and impossible to reach at this level. Rando was clever though and he was resourceful. He saw that there were pipes that ran all the way up; all he had to do was climb up and climb through the vent, easy right? No, for someone his size it took and amazing amount of energy and by the time he got there he was exhausted.
He had no time to res so using the walls as a brace he limped down the corridors within the ventilation system with no real direction. As luck would have it, however, he ended up right above Miyuki’s office he recognized that mass of blue hair even from his vantage. Pushing aside the small gate barring his way Rando slid down and dropped landing on the table right beside the other demon. That kind of hurt.
A small red blur toppled from the ceiling, or, that's what it appeared to be from the corner of his eye. Discarding the spear-ended pencil, Miyuki tilted his head towards the creature, cocking an eyebrow in curiosity. After all it wasn't every day that something fell from a vent.
The reaction that came next was too quick to control. His eyes widened and then diluted, his jaw dropped and the youkai ended up almost toppling from his chair. It had taken his mind a split second to recognize the midget, although an identity didn't help to explain why Rando was 4 inches tall, wearing a toga, and in the gymnasium office.
"You!" His hand shot out to grab onto something, with the initial idea of regaining balance. It didn't take long for a more malicious intent to settle in. Miyuki's hand gripped around the firm binder of one of the exercise books, which he brought forward with what appeared to be a motion to squash the "bug."
The reaction that came next was too quick to control. His eyes widened and then diluted, his jaw dropped and the youkai ended up almost toppling from his chair. He had never seen Rando's demon form, although an identity didn't help to explain why a 4 inch-tall demon, wearing a toga made out of a dirty cloth and nothing else was in the gymnasium office.
"You little....!" His hand shot out to grab onto something, with the initial idea of regaining balance. It didn't take long for a more malicious intent to settle in. Miyuki's hand gripped around the firm binder of one of the exercise books, which he brought forward with what appeared to be a motion to squash the "bug." Of course at this point, the only demon that- in his mind- would try to sneak in, was one of Urameshi's friends.
Rando was still a bit disoriented from his fall and his legs felt a little numb as well. This had to be the dumbest thing ever, how could a simple fall damage him s greatly, but at the moment he had a more immediate threat to worry about. Miyuki.
The other demon had grabbed a book with the intent of squashing Rando, well that wouldn’t be good to have his life end by being smacked around by a book. Hopping back a few inches the human hunter put his tiny fists up in a defensive gesture, like that could be intimidating. The worst he could probably do right now was hop onto the floor and stomp on Miyuki’s feet.
“Wait a fucking minute!” Rando had to speak louder than he normally did; perfect he would have no voice by the time this was over with as well. Miyuki had never seen him in his demon form before and if Rando gave his real identity away the situation might be worse, but what choice did he have, “It’s me! Rando!”
The book in question had been halted to poise at a position where, if Rando were to stretch his tiny little fingers out, he would be able to touch the anorexic looking figure on its cover. It was held there for a moment, before being drawn back, so that Miyuki could get a good look at the youkai.
He squinted, frown molding into a detestable scowl. There were a million questions he wanted to ask…or snap…at the smaller demon, like why he was in the office, or in his demon form…or in a toga. But prioritizing put shock and anger before all that; "So this is the great Rando, eh? Hmph… I should have crushed you when I had the chance." Miyuki scoffed, the book still held tightly in his grasp, just in case Rando tried anything. "Well midget, now that you've successfully stalked your way into my office and pissed me off, what do you want?"
Wasn't Rando meant to be a great human-hunter? Strangely enough Miyuki had expected him to be a little….bigger….
Rando was momentarily relieved, momentarily being the key word here, when the book was drawn back and he figured the other would crush him. The demon was still damp from his little fall in the porcelain Jacuzzi he was a real mess which wasn’t something he was most days.
“I’m a lot bigger than this…one of my chants backfired and I shrank. I can’t reverse it, I don’t have that kind of energy right now. I’m still carrying injuries from nearly being killed by Enma’s elite forces,” Rando crossed his arms and tried not to look humiliate, but this was hardly easy for him.
“Oh come on, you weren’t that pissed off at me when we talked last time,” Rando said this because once Miyuki had grown comfortable with him they had started joking, “anyway I was in the locker-room anyway this stop was just on my way.”
"No i wasn't,' He admitted, "I just wasn't expecting you to jump in like that." Carefully Miyuki lowered his feet to the ground, making a point not to knock the other from the desk in the process. After he had reached a stable position the demon leaned forward, resting his arms and head on the table so that he reached almost eye level with Rando.
Since that night, he had assumed Rando would turn up again sooner or later..just, not in this way. "So you're stuck like that for now?"
You know, he wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't midget-sized...and arrogant. Something tells me this little chant was probably against our favourite "enemy."
Miyuki shifted his head until it rested comfortably on his shoulder, always keeping one eye on the midget. "I'm impressed, you haven't been taken in and probed by Ani Toguro yet.."
Rando took a few steps back, not because Miyuki intimidated him, his face was smooth and very pretty close up. Rando looked like a drowned rat and he smelled like a toilet bowl he could be that courteous at least. He didn’t want to offend the other’s senses and have the other smack him off the table.
“I hadn’t expected to jump in here either, I expected my chant would work,” the miniaturized demon sat cross-legged on the desk and closed his eyes appearing rather contemplative. He didn’t want to appear in this weak and fragile state with enemies surrounding him, “I am stuck like this…my guess is about a week or so.”
Rando shivered when Ani’s name was mentioned, he had nothing personally against the demon, he liked him alright even got him a White Day gift. Being collected by the human-turned-demon however was an entirely different story and the platitudes were tougher to bear for Rando in this state.
“Well I don’t think he hangs out in the locker-room so I felt relatively secure that I would be alright. Still, all the more reason for me to get back to my room somehow and stay there till this dry spell of mine wears off.”
Miyuki yawned. He had chosen to ignore the repugnant smell that had worked its way around the room since Rando's arrival, understandably it was something that couldn't be helped, and it was probably better not prying into where such a stench had come from.
"I suppose..." He leaned back again, stretching his arms high above his head in an act of exaggerated fatigue. Upon agreeing to infiltrate the school, he hadn't realised how difficult it would become...especially with no money. Regardless, the sooner Rando got back to his room, the sooner Miyuki could pull together a makeshift bed from the sports equipment and get out of the damned office. Perhaps even steal a snack from the cafeteria supplies Makintaro hadn't gotten hold of yet.
"You want some help back to your room?"
Rando seemed rich enough, maybe he could steal something from his room....
Rando was suspicious of Miyuki’s motives, but he did have to get back to his room and he had to figure out how to clean up. He couldn’t use the shower (his room had a small one) but the sink would be a good place to start. Despite appearances Rando was meticulously clean, it helped keep his thoughts organized and he had space.
It was, perhaps, against his better judgment to consent to this, but Rando stood up, his arms still crossing his chest. He was quiet for a moment before nodding his head, “fine, can’t think of any other way I would get back.”
Miyuki reached forward, placing an upturned palm beside Rando. He guessed this mode of transport would be quicker-and safer- than running for ages down corridors, climbing up stairs and sneaking past whatever else may be lurking in the school, only to be stopped when the prospect of opening his apartment door proved to be a highly doubtful one.
Even so, Rando acted almost hostile towards his suggestion.
"What's wrong human-hunter?" He teased with a smirk, "Trust me, I'm not going to kidnap you although..." a light laugh "you'd make a pretty cute pet."
Rando was hostile, but it was unintentional, well sort of, he despised this feeling of dependency. He looked at the other’s hand and then up at Miyuki before snorting and stepping up into the open palm his arms still crossed defiantly across his chest. Miyuki would have to take another route to his dorm, one that few of the students went, but it should be okay considering, “don’t read into it on your own. I’m not your pet, just used to doing everything myself that’s all.”
"Alright, alright," Miyuki pushed his chair back, making a careful movement towards the door without too much upper-body motion, the last thing he needed was a dropped Rando. Swiping a Master Key off the desk, he left the office, locking the door behind him. Instead of taking to the quickest route, the one that passed all the classrooms, he directed himself towards the back of the gymnasium, and out into the cold air.
Few words were exchanged during this "journey"; Rando was annoyed about his dependant state, and Miyuki had become too bored with this whole mission thing to care.
Passing by the back of the school he came up to the dorms building and -despite earlier efforts to avoid the main path- chose to go straight in through the double door entrance. "You're going to have to guide me from here."
When Miyuki explained to the miniaturized demon that he would need to lead the way Rando did his best to guide without looking obvious. He didn’t want to be seen by any of the students, especially certain ones roaming about that could give him a hard time if they saw him…and of course they would give Miyuki a hard time as well. Fortunately it was that time of day, after school, the kiddies were either having dinner or napping lazily in their beds so they made it to the room just fine.
Rando’s door was also unlocked. After he had finished with classes he went to his room with the full intent of quickly exterminating Chuu and returning to his room to celebrate his triumph. That didn’t happen as was painfully obvious by Rando’s size and the fact he was being toted around by Miyuki. It was humiliating.
Still he allowed the other into his room which was like a luxurious hotel room in a gothic sort of way. The demon was a collector anything he desired to use for his own comfort he took, humans were easy to control in that way. His room wasn’t overly big, but if fit his nicely overstuffed bed and a dresser, everything was draped in black. He had a few brick-a-brack lying about, some human conveniences like a computer, television. And a phone. There were irreplaceable magical items he stored in a chest and various other things in the surprisingly tidy space.
Despite his love for black and that all of his furniture even his curtains were black he had nice taste, “this is it. I can take it from here, you just set me down on the floor and I’ll be fine.”
Miyuki was set in a daze, taken in by the sudden change of atmosphere. The open dullness of the school had been left behind, replaced by a whole new world of mystery, black material and...well....money. It reminded him somewhat of his home back in makai, except that that was a little more colourful...just a little.
Ignoring Rando's request Miyuki wandered further into the room, glancing left and right before making his way into the bathroom. Carefully he placed the smaller demon down next to the sink, assuming that if anything, he would want to clean himself first. A curt wave and Miyuki left the room, providing Rando with the privacy to fix himself up.
The crossdresser didn't leave though...no, instead he sat himself down, quite comfortably, on the other's bed, once again examining his surroundings.
This place was beautiful...and oh! Wasn't it warm? Much better than the freezing gymnasium, and uncomfortable high jump mattress he'd come accustomed to. Another glance back to the bathroom, the door was slightly ajar, not enough for him to see in or for Rando to squeeze out through, just a small gap so that the miniature demon didn't have to turn the knob to get out. Feeling quite at home in this room, Miyuki rested his head back, lifting his legs up to stretch out across the bed spread. The moment Rando left the bathroom...he would hear him, at which point he could jump up and hurry out of the room.
Until then, just for a little while, he would enjoy the longed for feel of a real bed.
Rando knew he couldn’t use the shower so he just stayed on the sink where Miyuki placed him. He turned the knobs until the water was good enough for him, scrapped a bit of soap of the bar and hopped into the sink and under the hot, running water. Yes, hot, fucking hot, hot enough to burn away all of the traces of this day’s toilet disaster. He rubbed his body down quickly with the soap, but he was thorough even cleaning his hair and his pointed ears before hopping back up onto the edge of the sink.
There were no towels r anything nearby and he had no clothes small enough for this body so for now he would air-dry and free-hang. That was good enough for him, he wouldn’t need clothing he would just keep his door locked and hole himself up until he got his strength back. If Miyuki didn’t hate him too much perhaps he’d bring some food, but Rando could even last without sustenance for a week, he would just curl up on his pillows and go to sleep.
Speaking of the other demon Rando could still feel the presence of Miyuki nearby and he smiled faintly. When he’d sufficiently dried off he made his way back to the floor and to the door, noticing it was left only partially open, clever Miyuki, “hey Miyuki, you still around?” Again he had to raise his voice significantly to be heard but he also pushed the door open.
The thought of stealing food had crossed his mind, but making use of the bed had been prioritised before that, whatever had been hidden deep within Makintaro's cafeteria stash would have to do for the week. Just a minute of resting on a true mattress was worth that..
Miyuki's plan had almost been foolproof; in fact, the only problem was reliance on himself to hear the warnings. If Rando were to move around the side of the bed, he would see the demon's high-heels, placed out of the way and against the wall. Miyuki hadn't moved at all since Rando had begun to clean himself, but no matter how loud the cursed demon yelled, his voice would inevitably fall on deaf ears.
Needless to say the creak of the door opening concluded in the same result.
Whether this had been planned, or by mere accident, Miyuki had slipped from a conscious state and fallen asleep, right on Rando's bed.
Rando knew Miyuki was still around so why wasn’t the demon answering him, but when he opened the door and padded out to the bedroom in all his shrunken demon glory it didn’t take him long to figure out why. Placing his hands on his hips the red-haired demon narrowed his eyes at the shoes against the wall, but his face soon smoothed out.
Inevitably he would need someone to take care of him and he wouldn’t dare ask Ani to do it. Not that he didn’t like the twisted Toguro…it was just that Ani was…twisted and Rando didn’t want to ponder what the unstable demon would do to him. Torture him or set him up with the rest of his little inanimate buddies and dress him in weird shit. No way.
So, if Rando allowed Miyuki to stay here and if he took care of the blue-haired demon it would stand to reason that Miyuki would return the favor. Sighing heavily he climbed up the bedding and hopped over to the touch lamp (now glad he’d stolen it) tapped it once and the light went out filling the entire room with darkness. Rando could see perfectly fine however and he hopped onto one of the pillows, a makeshift bed just for him.
It wasn’t a bad idea, this sleeping thing. Turning on his side Rando watched Miyuki for a moment and imagined that despite the fact that this was a man Miyuki seemed so breakable. He would definitely need Rando’s support to live wouldn’t he? Letting his guard down so easily over such a thing as a nice soft bed, a bed that smelled of Rando and so warm too. Chuckling, that usual dark laughter spilling from his lips Rando closed his own eyes, “hopeless…”
The night passed more or less uneventfully. Not once did Miyuki wake, or worry about what Rando might do when he found out his bed had been stolen, as far as he was concerned the two weren't hating each other- at the moment at least- and for as long as this mission lasted, they were on the same team. The chances of Rando murdering him in his sleep were minimal.
Morning came with a streak of sunlight, stretching across the bed and bringing an unwelcome wake-up call to those who occupied it. At first Miyuki chose to ignore the bright beam of light, forcing his eyes to stay shut in protest. But it only took a shift of his arm to create a whole new morning alarm...one that would definitely work.
A delicate finger pressed against something soft, something Miyuki first assumed to be his own hair. But, there was something hard behind it, like the head of a doll.
...A doll...?
Miyuki's eyes snapped open, the bright sunlight giving him a full on view of mini Rando in all his glory. The first sight for the morning.
For a second it felt as though his heart had stopped beating, too shocked to scream or move. But that second passed, and Miyuki jolted backwards. His head jerked around, quickly taking in his surroundings. I must have fallen asleep here! I have to get out...
All too quickly Miyuki was off the bed, hurriedly trying to force his feet back into the shoes. if he could get out before the other woke up he would be able to avoid a great deal of taunting and embarassment. He had to get out but..
Another glance back at Rando. He's quite hopeless like this, isn't he?
Rando had slept rather peacefully and fitfully throughout the night as well. He hadn’t noticed how close Miyuki had gotten, only that the closeness was warm. He also didn’t notice the fact that he was blanketed in a thick mass of blue and fragrant hair. He didn’t even notice the light filtering through his black curtains either as he was always able to ignore anything for a good sleep. Amazingly he didn’t even notice it when Miyuki curiously prodded him with his fingers, curiously.
When Miyuki poked him, which wasn’t hard enough to wake him, Rando flopped over onto his back. He was flopped out comfortably in a spread-eagle style, completely unaware and not caring about his nudity. How could he care about being naked when he was snoring so soundly and sleeping so well? Oh, but there was something that did wake him up, the one thing that could, and that was when the bed shifted.
Rando probably wouldn’t have felt it if he were bigger because then Miyuki’s weight would be nothing to him. Now the balance was shifted, he felt a lot more than he normally did and when Miyuki moved off of the bed taking his warmth and all that hair with him Rando woke up. Gold eyes snapped open and he turned his head.
Miyuki was on his way out of the room, but Rando had caught the other’s eyes when the demon glanced back and the miniaturized Rando sat up slowly. His head was still sleep muddled, but overall he was refreshed. Yawning and stretching Rando fell back against the pillow, “if you’re going to run the least you could do is run to the kitchen and get something for me to eat…I have human currency…I believe it’s called Yen here?”
Miyuki faltered, spinning on his heels to fully face the bed, and Rando. His eyes were still heavy with sleep, his mind only filtering half of what came to his ears. It seemed a sort of..predicament..had been formed between the two. Rando held a very important secret of his, as well as allowing him to stay in the room for the night, and in return, he requested that Miyuki retrieved food for him.
It didn't take a genius to realise where this could potentially head, at least for the week that Rando was in this state for. By the looks of it Rando wouldn't be able to leave his room at all during that time...
Sighing Miyuki moved back closer to the bed, trying to ignore the fact that Rando was still stark naked. "I don't need currency for the cafeteria, not with Makintaro in charge" His hair was unbrushed, his make-up was a mess,
not to mention he'd have to sneak out of the room without any students seeing him, damned by the position of acting 'teacher.' "I guess i owe you one."
Rando pushed himself onto his elbows; he knew that if he wanted to he could fully take advantage of this situation except for one thing. Rando was known as the Human hunter, he felt no malice towards any one of his own kind except for Yusuke and anyone affiliated with the brat of course. It was only natural that he treat Miyuki with nothing more than slight annoyance which was just his way, but he didn’t hate the other demon.
“Yeah I guess you kind of do owe me, you tried to swat me with a book, but then you carried me here, I let you stay the night so we’re not even yet, but…”
Rando looked thoughtful for a moment pondering what he could do about this relationship to make it more give and take.
“…you liked it didn’t you? Sleeping in this bed. How about we make a little deal then, you can use this room as often and as much as you want. You can use it to sleep in, watch television, or whatever and I’ll even throw in a few gifts as well. The trade is you have to bring me something to eat. I can survive without food, but that doesn’t mean I should. Sound like a deal?” Rando smirked lopsidedly.
“One more thing, when you get back I have a brush in the bathroom and soap, or you can use the shower because I can’t use it by myself. Either way you don’t need the makeup or the boobs.” Rando waved dismissively, what he meant was that Miyuki could be natural around Rando. He liked honesty from his comrades even though he wasn’t always such himself.
From a naive point of view, it looked like the deal had swung in his direction. All of this, just to run back and forth for food? And all he had to do was put up with Rando... On second thought that may be a feat in itself.
Miyuki didn't grant the other demon with a reply, he didn't think one was needed in a situation like this. He'd be a fool to pass off a deal like that, the mere thought of returning to that...awful, bug-infested gymnasium made him cringe.
Miyuki waved him off dismissively, directing himself to the door to begin this little food run. Whatever attempt there was to hide an inward grin failed miserably, swiping the berret he had dropped early off the floor, and fitting it firmly over his head. "If you're lucky, i might even strip some of Ani Toguro's dolls of their outfits..how does a frilly dress sound?"
Still smirking, Miyuki closed the door behind him, shaking his head in disbelief.
So Rando wanted him to stay in the room as a male..... this man really was confusing.
“You even try to dress me in some frilly concoction of the Toguro’s, I’ll be forced to pay you back when this wears off. How does one of those clown suits that fool Suzuki wear sound,” Rando shot back, but it wasn’t malice it was sarcasm and a hit of the playfulness he was returning, “I’m comfortable this way and I’m not going anywhere anytime soon, plus I have nothing and if it’s got to be your suggestion I’d rather walk around buff.”
When Miyuki headed off for the door Rando plopped back down on his back, relaxing and for the moment rather carefree. Of course he had very few requests, Rando was rather independent and didn’t need slaves having always taken what he wanted and done what he pleased on his own. All he needed was Miyuki to run his outside errands like explain why he wouldn’t be in class, bring him food, not wear the fake boobs, and tone down the makeup.
He liked the companionship in all honesty, but he also like Miyuki the way he was underneath all that stuff caked on to make him something he wasn’t. Rando had been close enough to the other’s face to tell there was a natural beauty behind the lipstick, there was nothing to be insecure about. Well at least while Miyuki was present rando would request it, what the other did outside was none of his business.
Amazingly, Miyuki was able to make it to the kitchen unseen, by any student at least. The sun had just started to rise, a time when many teens and teachers alike were still tucked away in their rooms sleeping, or passed out on the lawn outside.
Not really having the care to cook anything himself, Miyuki located one of the larger shopping bags and threw edible looking items inside. He wasn't a great cook, but he had lived long enough to know a few simple dishes, and what went well together.
After that stop, Miyuki headed back to his own office, making sure the other sports instructors weren't around before unlocking the door and stepping inside, locking it again behind him.
The shopping bag was dropped carelessly by the door as he drew the windows shut, preventing anyone from seeing in. Sighing, Miyuki took hold of his sports shirt, pulling it high above his head and discarding of it for the moment.
It only took him a few minutes to comply with Rando's wishes, removing the fake breasts and returning his body to a more masculine figure, if it could be described as such. He still possessed the smooth, slender body of a fragile woman, the shirt-once pulled back over his head- hung loose off his shoulders.
Taking a bottle from the desk drawer he headed next to the male change-rooms, relying on the wash basins there and the make-up remover he already possessed to clear his features of all cosmetics.
A glance in the mirror and the demon sighed again, adding to 'Miyuki' and "Miyu-sensei" this was but another appearance he'd have to hold up, fortunately, the azure hair was about the only similiarity between it and the former two. That, and the distinctly feminine looking features.
In fact, this look held a frightfully odd resemblance to Shishiwaka, except Miyuki's features suggested he was less of a fighter than the other.
Slinging the bag of food back over his shoulder, he trudged back to the apartment room, giving a light knock before pushing the door open. He'd still need to clean himself up a bit..
Rando was quite content to sit back and relax, it could be said he wasn’t much for the whole slave gig, but he could get used to having things brought to him. It was only a passing thought, something for him to muse about while the clock ticked away the minutes. He still relied mostly on his independence and he knew that in this body he was being hampered quite a bit, in fact there was almost nothing he could do in this helpless guise. If Chuu busted in here he’d be powerless to stop it, hell if anyone busted in here he would be powerless. That was what he despised most of all.
Having been so caught up in his thoughts he almost didn’t notice it when Miyuki entered the room. The other looked, of course, more like a man without the makeup, but there was really not taking away that feminine air that separated Miyuki from Shishiwakamaru. Actually there was a lot that separated Miyuki from that fool, Rando really saw little resemblance.
Miyuki’s eyes were plum and his hair was periwinkle and didn’t have a set of antenna sticking out, then there were the ears. Tsk, that was of absolutely no importance, there was no comparing the two.
Before Miyuki came back Rando made sure to relocate so that he had at least tucked his little body under the sheet and presented the other demon with some modesty, “you look different like that, but it’s not unpleasant. So…what the hell did you throw together…I am not sure about Makintaro’s food, but I want to know what I am eating at least.”
"Oh i'm sorry, I didn't know i was playing chef for you too." Miyuki knelt down to open the bag up, placing the items on the floor for the other to see, and also so that he could organise it himself better. "Don't worry, it's all canned. Makintaro hasn't touched it." He would have rathered a wider variety, and he could only assume that Rando wouldn't want to live of canned food for a week, but there was no telling what got into the kitchen, or what manifested itself there.
After everything had been displayed Miyuki retrieved a plate from the kitchenette and placed it beside the food, gesturing for Rando to take it from there. Without another word he left the bedroom, intending to have a shower, wake up and think everything over.
Well i've seen his true form, with or without consent, and he hasn't killed me yet. Plus i've gained a room, i think this is going quite well...
Rando slid down from the bed finally realizing that he now had a stomach and that it wanted to be filled whether or not he needed to fill it. After the cans had been opened and displayed the red-haired demon was able to take it from there while Miyuki took the time to peruse his bathroom. The other might as well pack it up and move on in for the week so long as he came and went during hours where nobody would notice Miyuki would be alright.
After filling his plate, using a spoon that was almost his height, with as much as he felt he could stand to eat Rando didn’t wait for permission to start he ate. He would insist on giving Miyuki enough to go out and shop for something decent, maybe he’d ask him to bring back some of that sushi he’d heard of. No way either one of them could survive off of this stuff for a week. On top of that he didn’t trust the cafeteria food considering the master behind that operation.
With that idea in his head Rando got up stuffing a piece of canned fruit into his mouth and stalking into the bathroom after Miyuki. He didn’t care if the other was dressed, undressed, or already in the middle of his shower, Miyuki had seen him naked so it wasn’t unnatural for Rando, “hey Miyuki…”
Miyuki stood in the shower, one hand on the knob for hot water, the other hanging by his side. Fortunately he hadn't started the shower yet, or he would have never heard Rando at all. The demon turned, his attention directed to the door, and then lowered a considerable amount to the floor, and onto Rando.
It was fortunate they had long passed the arguing stage, or this scene would have created more trouble than it saved.
"What is it?"
Rando gave a low and playful catcall before grinning a bit perversely up at Miyuki, almost as if he was intentionally trying to throw the other off before stating his reasoning for being in the bathroom. After getting over his moment he closed his eyes trying to look somewhat disgruntled, “that food, we won’t be able to stand that for long. I know you said you could get it from the cafeteria but you and I both know we’re too good to die from the food prepared by that lunch…errr…lady? Anyway I’m insisting you buy it, it’s not going to cost a thing just your time.”
Miyuki purposely ignored Rando’s teasing, not wanting to let him see him in an uncomfortable state. It wouldn’t have bothered him so much if the demon wasn’t so extremely small.
“Whatever. I’d rather not have cafeteria food…again.” He turned the knob for the shower, letting the water fall and proceeding to wash his hair, wondering silently just what he’d gotten himself into.