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starshine
May 1, 2011, 1:07:19 AM5/1/11
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I hate starting stories and coming up with titles. Title will probably
change sooner or later. Next part probably within a couple days or so
once I pick up steam.
If you read the first thing I posted in the short story thread, that
was an early draft for this.
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“Come on, come on, answer you stupid phone I know you’re the-oh hey!
Becks?”
“Joe why are you calling, its two in the…afternoon. Damn. I’m
listening.” He could hear her on the other side, getting up, moving
around. Typical Becky, asleep when others worked.
“Becky, I need a favor of you.”
“Sure…unless you want me to help evict somebody. Never again, you
hear?” Cupboards opening and closing.
“No, not that. Close though.”
A heavy sigh. “Go on.”
“One of the tenants just moved out and left a really bad mess.”
“Okay…not seeing what this has to do with me.” The sound of a box
being opened, contents rattling. He could visualize her with some kind
of sugary cereal, eating handfuls straight from the box. “You have
cleaning guys to handle that.”
“Not yukkuris, they don’t.” The sounds of eating stopped. “The
shelter’s closed, nobody in the building wants it and its against the
lease anyways, I don’t want it and nobody else I called wants it.”
Crunch. “Why not just throw it out?” Crunch. “Or set it free? That’s
what you do with them right? Saw it on TV.”
“Because there’s enough of them loose and the sounds they make…ugh.”
“Right. So you want me to take it?” Crunch. “And do what?”
“Just hold it until the shelters open tomorrow. Or do what you want
with it. Can you? Please?”
Crunch. Crunch. She was thinking. “Sure. Bring it by.”
“Thanks Becks, I owe yo-”
“Something to eat would be nice. I think this box is expired.”
****************
Half and hour later, Becky found herself with a box of Fruit Loops in
one hand, heavy box in the other, watching Joe’s car turn down the
street. He’d stopped long enough to drop both off, repeat his
gratitude and get back in the car. The relief of washing his hands of
this was quite evident.
Once again since first meeting him, Becky was left wondering how
somebody who hated surprises as much as Joe had found a living as
superintendent of a apartment building. The box decided to interrupt
her musings by screaming. It was a muffled, inarticulate yet
noticeably shrill sound.
Taking the boxes to the kitchen, Becky started to review her
acquisition.
Inside the cardboard box were a half-dozen plastic baggies filled with
hard pellets of different sizes and shapes, a ball that jingled when
shaken and a rectangular object wrapped in a dirty shirt. It was also
the source of the screaming.
“Wetweimuoooootwetweimuwun!
Sowweemistahweimuwonpwaywitmistjingahanymoooo!
Soweeemistaweimuhungeeanstoopidhousestinkstinkboohoohoohoo-” Words
were starting to form, even if they were horribly slurred and still
shrill.
As the shirt came off, Becky could see what was making the noise: a
crying yukkuri, rolling and thrashing around in a plastic tank the
size of a shoebox. The tank was lined with shredded newspaper,
streaked with something dark and soaking wet. The whole thing smelled
off, like fruit going bad.
When she forced the lid off the tank, the yukkuri froze instantly,
giving her time to take a closer look. It was maybe the size of an
apple, with short brown hair and a wrinkled ribbon on the back of the
head. Its skin was pale flesh tone, streaked with dirt and looser than
seemed healthy. Strips of newspaper stuck to its bottom.
Definitely a Re…mi? Yeah, that sounded about right. Ugly little thing.
And loud: her ears still stung from the earlier tirade. Couldn’t see
what made it so appealing. No wonder Joe’s tenant had left the thing
behind.
“T-t-ake i-it-t-t e-eaz-ze-zeee…” Under her scrutiny, the yukkuri had
started to shiver. Its eyes darted around in search of shelter, but
didn’t find any.
“Huh?” What was it going on about now?
For some reason, the yukkuri perked up at that. “I-is l-lady e-eas-
sy?”
“Am I easy? What the hell kind of question is that?” Was it trying to
insult her? Maybe they were like parrots or something.
The yukkuri cringed at her tone of voice, starting to sniffle. “Yuu…
Weimu ish sgad. Wh-whe is m-m-mistah?”
“I have no idea.” The smell was starting to bug her. “He moved out and
left you behind.”
“Yuu…yuu…m-m-mistah…yuuuuuuu.” Now it started crying, tiny tears
pooling on the damp bedding. “M-m-mistah ss-s—aid if W-w-eimu w-w-us
eazeee and d-d-in talk d-d-uring mist-ah t-t-test, m-mistah would l-
let W-w-w-we-we-weimu eeeeaaaad…”
Jesus Christ, had that guy starving this thing? No wonder it looked
like shit. The way it sat there and shook, sobbing like a baby…this
was some bad shit.
“And you talked?” No answer. The yukkuri had laid down, mumbling to
itself and shivering harder. With increasingly loud and forceful
hiccups, it was trying hard to keep something from coming up.
Well if it was hungry…Becky looked at the bags it had come with. Were
those food? Maybe. But they smelled worse than the tank and looked to
be getting moldy. No good. The cupboards? Bare. She’d meant to do
shopping today, but hadn’t. Her eyes settled on the unopened box of
cereal. Would that work? Hopefully.
The yukkuri didn’t even flinch when Becky nearly ripped the cereal bag
apart, or when half the contents scattered across the counter and
floor. She never could get the hang of the damn things. Yet when she
dropped a handful of loops in front of the yukkuri, it started to perk
right up.
“Yueeeeh?” First the eyes, once staring blankly ahead, snapped to the
brightly colored pieces. Then the tongue darted-more like flopped-
out, straining to reach the closest one. With a tensing of the whole
body, the creature managed to force itself upright, shuffling to the
food.
“Is mister food?” An experimental nibble confirmed that yes, it was
edible. Without further hesitation the yukkuri dug in, grabbing pieces
whole and swallowing them three or four at a time, without chewing. As
it ate it hummed to itself, flapping tiny sideburns Becky hadn’t
noticed before. For a moment, it looked beyond content.
Something in Becky glowed as the yukkuri came back from the brink.
Clean it up a little, keep it fed, put it in something that wasn’t a
mess. It might be quite fun. Tonight she’d replace the papers, give it
an old sock to sleep on, read up on yukkuris. Then tomorrow before
work, maybe stop by that place downtown, get a better-
-Snap. Becky heard the sound, quite different from that of eating.
“Yueeeeeeeh! Weimu’s mistah toof!”
change sooner or later. Next part probably within a couple days or so
once I pick up steam.
If you read the first thing I posted in the short story thread, that
was an early draft for this.
======================================================
“Come on, come on, answer you stupid phone I know you’re the-oh hey!
Becks?”
“Joe why are you calling, its two in the…afternoon. Damn. I’m
listening.” He could hear her on the other side, getting up, moving
around. Typical Becky, asleep when others worked.
“Becky, I need a favor of you.”
“Sure…unless you want me to help evict somebody. Never again, you
hear?” Cupboards opening and closing.
“No, not that. Close though.”
A heavy sigh. “Go on.”
“One of the tenants just moved out and left a really bad mess.”
“Okay…not seeing what this has to do with me.” The sound of a box
being opened, contents rattling. He could visualize her with some kind
of sugary cereal, eating handfuls straight from the box. “You have
cleaning guys to handle that.”
“Not yukkuris, they don’t.” The sounds of eating stopped. “The
shelter’s closed, nobody in the building wants it and its against the
lease anyways, I don’t want it and nobody else I called wants it.”
Crunch. “Why not just throw it out?” Crunch. “Or set it free? That’s
what you do with them right? Saw it on TV.”
“Because there’s enough of them loose and the sounds they make…ugh.”
“Right. So you want me to take it?” Crunch. “And do what?”
“Just hold it until the shelters open tomorrow. Or do what you want
with it. Can you? Please?”
Crunch. Crunch. She was thinking. “Sure. Bring it by.”
“Thanks Becks, I owe yo-”
“Something to eat would be nice. I think this box is expired.”
****************
Half and hour later, Becky found herself with a box of Fruit Loops in
one hand, heavy box in the other, watching Joe’s car turn down the
street. He’d stopped long enough to drop both off, repeat his
gratitude and get back in the car. The relief of washing his hands of
this was quite evident.
Once again since first meeting him, Becky was left wondering how
somebody who hated surprises as much as Joe had found a living as
superintendent of a apartment building. The box decided to interrupt
her musings by screaming. It was a muffled, inarticulate yet
noticeably shrill sound.
Taking the boxes to the kitchen, Becky started to review her
acquisition.
Inside the cardboard box were a half-dozen plastic baggies filled with
hard pellets of different sizes and shapes, a ball that jingled when
shaken and a rectangular object wrapped in a dirty shirt. It was also
the source of the screaming.
“Wetweimuoooootwetweimuwun!
Sowweemistahweimuwonpwaywitmistjingahanymoooo!
Soweeemistaweimuhungeeanstoopidhousestinkstinkboohoohoohoo-” Words
were starting to form, even if they were horribly slurred and still
shrill.
As the shirt came off, Becky could see what was making the noise: a
crying yukkuri, rolling and thrashing around in a plastic tank the
size of a shoebox. The tank was lined with shredded newspaper,
streaked with something dark and soaking wet. The whole thing smelled
off, like fruit going bad.
When she forced the lid off the tank, the yukkuri froze instantly,
giving her time to take a closer look. It was maybe the size of an
apple, with short brown hair and a wrinkled ribbon on the back of the
head. Its skin was pale flesh tone, streaked with dirt and looser than
seemed healthy. Strips of newspaper stuck to its bottom.
Definitely a Re…mi? Yeah, that sounded about right. Ugly little thing.
And loud: her ears still stung from the earlier tirade. Couldn’t see
what made it so appealing. No wonder Joe’s tenant had left the thing
behind.
“T-t-ake i-it-t-t e-eaz-ze-zeee…” Under her scrutiny, the yukkuri had
started to shiver. Its eyes darted around in search of shelter, but
didn’t find any.
“Huh?” What was it going on about now?
For some reason, the yukkuri perked up at that. “I-is l-lady e-eas-
sy?”
“Am I easy? What the hell kind of question is that?” Was it trying to
insult her? Maybe they were like parrots or something.
The yukkuri cringed at her tone of voice, starting to sniffle. “Yuu…
Weimu ish sgad. Wh-whe is m-m-mistah?”
“I have no idea.” The smell was starting to bug her. “He moved out and
left you behind.”
“Yuu…yuu…m-m-mistah…yuuuuuuu.” Now it started crying, tiny tears
pooling on the damp bedding. “M-m-mistah ss-s—aid if W-w-eimu w-w-us
eazeee and d-d-in talk d-d-uring mist-ah t-t-test, m-mistah would l-
let W-w-w-we-we-weimu eeeeaaaad…”
Jesus Christ, had that guy starving this thing? No wonder it looked
like shit. The way it sat there and shook, sobbing like a baby…this
was some bad shit.
“And you talked?” No answer. The yukkuri had laid down, mumbling to
itself and shivering harder. With increasingly loud and forceful
hiccups, it was trying hard to keep something from coming up.
Well if it was hungry…Becky looked at the bags it had come with. Were
those food? Maybe. But they smelled worse than the tank and looked to
be getting moldy. No good. The cupboards? Bare. She’d meant to do
shopping today, but hadn’t. Her eyes settled on the unopened box of
cereal. Would that work? Hopefully.
The yukkuri didn’t even flinch when Becky nearly ripped the cereal bag
apart, or when half the contents scattered across the counter and
floor. She never could get the hang of the damn things. Yet when she
dropped a handful of loops in front of the yukkuri, it started to perk
right up.
“Yueeeeh?” First the eyes, once staring blankly ahead, snapped to the
brightly colored pieces. Then the tongue darted-more like flopped-
out, straining to reach the closest one. With a tensing of the whole
body, the creature managed to force itself upright, shuffling to the
food.
“Is mister food?” An experimental nibble confirmed that yes, it was
edible. Without further hesitation the yukkuri dug in, grabbing pieces
whole and swallowing them three or four at a time, without chewing. As
it ate it hummed to itself, flapping tiny sideburns Becky hadn’t
noticed before. For a moment, it looked beyond content.
Something in Becky glowed as the yukkuri came back from the brink.
Clean it up a little, keep it fed, put it in something that wasn’t a
mess. It might be quite fun. Tonight she’d replace the papers, give it
an old sock to sleep on, read up on yukkuris. Then tomorrow before
work, maybe stop by that place downtown, get a better-
-Snap. Becky heard the sound, quite different from that of eating.
“Yueeeeeeeh! Weimu’s mistah toof!”
Harouki
May 1, 2011, 2:20:02 AM5/1/11
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And thus...Mister fun shall begin?
Hope you continue with regular updates~
Hope you continue with regular updates~
starshine
May 1, 2011, 3:00:14 AM5/1/11
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Mister Fun? Sure! Not to be too spoilerrific (and not that I have the
whole thing planned out), but general gist of the story is protagonist
becoming a yukkuri keeper/breeder. Basically being fascinated by the
buggers and seeing what can be done with them. Hopefully a pretty even
mix between FF/abuse (and that mostly accidental).
Second update's first page is almost done and no more classes here, so
updates should be coming along nicely.
whole thing planned out), but general gist of the story is protagonist
becoming a yukkuri keeper/breeder. Basically being fascinated by the
buggers and seeing what can be done with them. Hopefully a pretty even
mix between FF/abuse (and that mostly accidental).
Second update's first page is almost done and no more classes here, so
updates should be coming along nicely.
Poweryoga
May 1, 2011, 4:17:04 PM5/1/11
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Becky needs to get more protein in her diet. It's nice to see
yukkuris have a positive influence on people though...
yukkuris have a positive influence on people though...
starshine
May 4, 2011, 3:36:54 AM5/4/11
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New update sans fancy scribbles. New alternate title: Reimu Rescue
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First off, it was a “Reimu.” Not “Remi.” That was one thing her
research taught her. Googling “Remi” had brought up videos of a pudgy
thing with fangs and improbably tiny wings, ripping a Reimu in half.
Followed by another fifty or so similar videos, a different helpless
yukkuri in each one. Apparently it was a popular thing.
Second, there was nothing she could do about the broken teeth. Google
pointed her to dozens of examples of yukkuri teeth being removed
(usually against the yukkuri’s will), but only a handful of examples
of those teeth coming back. Even then, the evidence was contradictory
and confusing. Either Reimu’s broken teeth would replace themselves in
a couple months, or she was going to need to find the broken pieces,
glue them together with some expensive paste and carefully insert them
back into the tiny mouth.
For now, Reimu was going to have to learn to like baby food.
The yukkuri was sleeping soundly in its new home next to Becky’s
computer. The tank would need to be tossed; for now it was salvaged by
removing the old bedding and replacing it with a couple old hand
towels. Still sniffling, Reimu had burrowed into the folds of cloth,
cries of pain replaced by soft snores, twitching bottom the only
visible sign.
As she clicked link after link, she was starting to see why it was
hard finding a sympathetic view towards yukkuris. Keeping this Reimu
alive and in good behavior was going to take some work, even without
shooting for badge certification. But as the rising sun lit up the
room, Becky felt confident she could handle this.
“Yueeeeh. Yueeeeh.” Half yawn, half moan, the Reimu wriggled out of
its impromptu nest. Blinking against the morning light, it looked
confused. “Weh ish Weimu?” The Reimu chose its words carefully,
speaking around the few teeth left. “Thish noch Weimus mistah bed. And
thish notch Mistah’s woom. An’ yu notch Mistah.” Reimu pressed its
face against the wall and stared at Becky.
“Good morning, Reimu.” Becky looked up from a diagram of the yukkuri
life cycle to greet her new pet. Reimu blinked twice.
“Goo mownig wade! Ayke id eadee!” It flapped its sideburns in what she
figured was a wave of sorts.
“Take it easy yourself. How do your teeth feel?”
As if it had forgotten about last night and was suddenly remembering,
Reimu stopped waving and frowned. “Toofs hurd. Weimu miss wunnerful
teef.”
“Sorry to hear that, Reimu.” The tank’s lid had a small trapdoor.
Becky stuck her hand in and Reimu scooted from its nest to meet it. As
the yukkuri brushed against her fingers, Becky tried not to push it
away. The yukkuri’s skin was warm and just a little bit slimy to the
touch. It definitely needed a good bath, and soon. “Are you hungry?”
“Uh-uh. Noch vewy.”
“Good. I’m going away for a bit, but not for long.”
“Weh…weh wadie goan?” Reimu pulled back from her hand, a note of fear
in its voice. It definitely remembered its previous abandonment. “We-
weimu don wand be awone. Noch vewy eaje.”
Wow, this little thing was great at tugging the heartstrings. “Don’t
worry Reimu, I’ll be back. And with easy things. Like…sweet-sweets.”
She was learning the lingo, but it sounded awkward to her ears. Who
came up with these words? Becky did not look forward to such phrases
like ‘mamumamu,’ ‘penipeni’ and ‘city-sect’ ever coming up in
conversation.
“Yuu? Yuu! Schwee schwee!” Definitely the right thing to say. Reimu
flapped its hair again and bobbed up and down. “Weimu wan schwee!
Huhwee bag wade!”
*
The baby food was the easiest part. Walking out of the store she
carried: six jars (one of each flavor), a bag of peppermints (supposed
to be calming) and sandwich fixings (for herself): a ten-minute trip.
After that things got complicated. The closest yukkuri shop was a
newly opened outlet of the EASY-GO chain. It was a squat building
downtown, painted in bright colors and with wide, shining windows on
the front. These were painted with smiling, frolicking yukkuris (Alice-
Marisa-Chen-Reimu her newfound knowledge told her) amid an eternal
springtime paradise and plastered with signs.
FREE STARTER KIT WITH PURCHASE OF 4 KOS
WEEKLY BADGE TRAINING ALL STAGES
YU-CARE CERTIFIED BREEDS SOLD HERE
YUUKAS 4 SALE LIMITED TIME ONLY
She thought it was all a bit overwhelming, really. Then she stepped
inside. Now it was definitely overwhelming.
EASY-GO’s (Easy General Outfitters, according to the sign over the
registers) interior was one giant room. The left side was filled with
shelves upon shelves of yukkuri-related merchandise. The right side
was mostly empty space, punctuated with display stands covered in
books, shiny pictures and waist-high playpens. The back seemed to be
made of tanks, each set into the wall. These were surrounded by
people, mostly kids. All were focused on the dozens of yukkuris
inside, living and playing under their audience’s watchful eye.
“Hello there and welcome to Easy General Outfitters! My name is Dave,
can I help you with anything today?” Within seconds an employee in a
red and black striped shirt appeared at Becky’s side.
“Um, yeah. I just got a yukkuri and-
“Excellent! Are you looking for anything specific? We just got in some
new yukkuri diet food and training DVDs-”
“Um, probably a tank, some toys, the basics…”
“Okay, follow me.” They headed for the shelves. “Predator or not? If
you’re looking for predator care, I can take you to the back room and
you can pick your feeders-“
“-It’s a Reimu” she blurted out. The mention of predators had brought
up the memory of those Remi videos. The thought of seeing the masses
of yukkuris destined for food did not appeal. At all.
“All right then.” They headed down the second aisle. Most the items
here where red and white. Cages, tanks, miniature treadmills and ying-
yang balls covered in fuzz…the choices were astounding. “Here’s our
Reimu collection. Are you looking for adult or koyukkuri supplies? We
offer several packages built for different ages.”
“Uh, I don’t know how old it is.” Definitely true. Becky now knew the
thresholds for baby, ko and adult, but according to her research,
those were really more like guidelines. According to some experts,
koyukkuris and babies were the same thing. “It’s about this size-“
Gesturing with her hands.
“Hmm… Do you know what its subtype is? The new minikkuris can reach
adulthood and stay that small. Otherwise, I’d guess it’s a ko. Can’t
tell without seeing it though.”
“It was a…gift. No idea. If it helps, it still can’t speak clearly.”
And wouldn’t for quite some time, if at all. But mentioning that
didn’t seem relevant.
“Got it. In that case, how about the KoStarter? Comes with guidebook,
medium cage and supplies for house and entertainment, along with a
month’s supply of Doc Johnson’s formulated yukkuri mix-
“-no food. I’ve, uh, got some already. The rest sounds great though.”
“Excellent. You’ll do great with this setup. I have a couple
koyukkuris myself, and they love it.” From floor to register, Becky
asked questions about the salesman’s yukkuris. He had a Reimu and
Alice and from the stories he told, she picked up a few new tips.
“Thanks again. I’ll try the tissue box trick for her bath. She’s
really dirty.” Arms wrapped around a 15-gallon tank filled with
reclaimed paper bedding, a two-story plastic hut, two books on yukkuri
care, a first-aid kit and several toys, Becky somehow made it back to
her car without dropping anything.
*
“Reimu! I’m home!” Becky was glad as ever to make it back to the
apartment. If carrying the loot from EASY-GO was hard, carrying it and
a bag filled with glass jars was more so. Yet somehow she’d made it
just fine.
Reimu didn’t reply. Not that Becky expected the yukkuri to; it was in
another room after all, and probably sleeping. Setting everything down
on the kitchen table, she went to the ‘office’ room to check on Reimu.
“Reimu, I’m back! Are you feeling any-ohshit.” Reimu’s temporary home
was not on the desk any longer. Instead, it was scattered in pieces on
the floor, towel-bedding unfurled in a pile. The towels looked damp
and smeared with something dark. Becky was starting to get worried
now.
“Reimu?” Stay calm, think! Something must have knocked the tank over.
Becky lived alone and had no pets, so that wasn’t the cause. The door
and windows were still in one piece, not to mention the rest of the
apartment. That ruled out home invasion. The idea of somebody breaking
in just to throw a yukkuri house off the desk was so absurd as to be
ignored outright. Barring Acts of God, that left one thing: Reimu did
it. Was she trying to escape? Was it an accident? Where was she?
Dropping on hands and knees, Becky peeked under the room’s shelves,
behind the filing cabinet and computer monitor. Nothing. The door had
been closed when she got back, so Reimu was somewhere in this room
still. It was between the desk and trash can she found the tiny
yukkuri, shivering and sniffling.
“yeee…yaaaa…” Reimu looked dirtier than before, half her body
liberally streaked with what Becky assumed was shit. Though the
yukkuri seemed plumper and less pale than when last night, it looked
even more miserable.
“There you are Reimu! I was getting worried. Are you okay?”
“YEEEEH! Don’ toch waimu!” The yukkuri tried to wriggle away from
Becky’s hand, but didn’t have the strength. “Wem noch wan wade dirdy!
Weimu sowee! Weimu hurd! Yueeeeeh….yueeeeh…yueeeeh…”
“There, there,” Holding Reimu was like holding a mud-covered water
balloon filled with refried beans. The yukkuri didn’t try to struggle
once Becky cupped her fingers around Reimu and lifted her from the
floor. Walking around the shards of plastic, Becky headed for the
kitchen. “What happened, Reimu?”
What came from the yukkuri’s mouth was hard to understand. Something
about being sleepy and then using the bathroom in her nest and waking
up to the smell of shit and freaking out and trying to escape then
shitting again then more panic then thrashing around and knocking her
home to the ground and not wanting to be left alone again but finding
herself all alone forever and ever and thinking she was abandoned
again and-
It took several minutes of speaking and stroking the yukkuri softly
for Reimu to calm down. By the time the yukkuri stopped gnashing its
few remaining teeth and trying to crawl away off the kitchen table,
Becky had the first jar of baby food opened and a little poured into
the lid. The smell of pureed apples seemed to help distract Reimu from
her woes.
“Yu? Wa iz dat?” Reimu wriggled out from under Becky’s hand, face
twitching. “Sme’ goo’. Iz mizter food?” Without waiting for an answer,
Reimu stuck her tongue out and scooped a piece up. “Yuuuu! Iz sweed!
Habinej!”
Reimu was a messy eater. By the time she’d finished the whole jar,
Reimu’s whole face was splattered with food, along with the area
around the makeshift bowl. While the yukkuri had stuffed itself, Becky
was busy unpacking everything else, ignoring her empty stomach’s
gurgles.
“Hab-habinez! Weimu ish fuwl. Fang uu wadee…” The yukkuri crawled away
a few inches, flopped onto her back and gave a heaving sigh of
contentment. “Weimu gan dag id eage nah…” Seconds later, the yukkuri
was snoring heavily, body heaving up and down slowly.
Becky took this moment to fix herself a quick sandwich, eating with
one hand while she continued to work. The new tank was emptied then
the bag of bedding opened and poured inside in a shallow layer. In one
corner went the plastic hut, ramp attached to let Reimu reach the
second floor’s single room. Becky stuffed a handful of fluff into the
ground floor’s chamber, placed the food plate on the opposite side and
the toilet pan against the back wall, between food and bed. After the
lid was securely fastened, she filled the water bottle, added a pinch
of sweetener and slid it into the hole on the lid.
The whole setup looked like a mouse would find it cozier than yukkuris
would. But according to David from EASY-GO, it would be perfect for a
young, growing yukkuri to stay safe and happy.
“Yuepe…wike fwig in sgeye…” Reimu stirred slightly as Becky picked her
from the table and placed her in on the bed inside. Feeling the soft
cotton on her skin, Reimu snuggled deeper, slowly noticing her
surroundings had changed for the better. “Weimu ish…on cwoud?” Reimu
woke up. “Yueh?! Weimu noch weh Weimu waz? Wha haben do Weimu?”
The yukkuri flew out of the house, throwing bedding everywhere as she
explored every corner of the tank. “Weimu in mista howz? Weimu hav
mista soft eveeweh? Weimu get mista watah and mista plate? Iz Weimu
dweam?”
Then Reimu noticed Becky outside, looking in. “An’ how wadee ged
oudide? Iz…iz Weimu indide new howse?”
Becky nodded. “Yep. Its your new home, Reimu.”
“I-is-iz Weimu…W-wa-wadee’z pet?” Becky just nodded again.
The yukkuri’s huge, broken-toothed grin was strangely weird and
endearing.
“Ang oo WAdee! Tank u! Wadee id de eadiesd evah! Weimu wanna be de bez
evah fo Wadee!”
=====================
First off, it was a “Reimu.” Not “Remi.” That was one thing her
research taught her. Googling “Remi” had brought up videos of a pudgy
thing with fangs and improbably tiny wings, ripping a Reimu in half.
Followed by another fifty or so similar videos, a different helpless
yukkuri in each one. Apparently it was a popular thing.
Second, there was nothing she could do about the broken teeth. Google
pointed her to dozens of examples of yukkuri teeth being removed
(usually against the yukkuri’s will), but only a handful of examples
of those teeth coming back. Even then, the evidence was contradictory
and confusing. Either Reimu’s broken teeth would replace themselves in
a couple months, or she was going to need to find the broken pieces,
glue them together with some expensive paste and carefully insert them
back into the tiny mouth.
For now, Reimu was going to have to learn to like baby food.
The yukkuri was sleeping soundly in its new home next to Becky’s
computer. The tank would need to be tossed; for now it was salvaged by
removing the old bedding and replacing it with a couple old hand
towels. Still sniffling, Reimu had burrowed into the folds of cloth,
cries of pain replaced by soft snores, twitching bottom the only
visible sign.
As she clicked link after link, she was starting to see why it was
hard finding a sympathetic view towards yukkuris. Keeping this Reimu
alive and in good behavior was going to take some work, even without
shooting for badge certification. But as the rising sun lit up the
room, Becky felt confident she could handle this.
“Yueeeeh. Yueeeeh.” Half yawn, half moan, the Reimu wriggled out of
its impromptu nest. Blinking against the morning light, it looked
confused. “Weh ish Weimu?” The Reimu chose its words carefully,
speaking around the few teeth left. “Thish noch Weimus mistah bed. And
thish notch Mistah’s woom. An’ yu notch Mistah.” Reimu pressed its
face against the wall and stared at Becky.
“Good morning, Reimu.” Becky looked up from a diagram of the yukkuri
life cycle to greet her new pet. Reimu blinked twice.
“Goo mownig wade! Ayke id eadee!” It flapped its sideburns in what she
figured was a wave of sorts.
“Take it easy yourself. How do your teeth feel?”
As if it had forgotten about last night and was suddenly remembering,
Reimu stopped waving and frowned. “Toofs hurd. Weimu miss wunnerful
teef.”
“Sorry to hear that, Reimu.” The tank’s lid had a small trapdoor.
Becky stuck her hand in and Reimu scooted from its nest to meet it. As
the yukkuri brushed against her fingers, Becky tried not to push it
away. The yukkuri’s skin was warm and just a little bit slimy to the
touch. It definitely needed a good bath, and soon. “Are you hungry?”
“Uh-uh. Noch vewy.”
“Good. I’m going away for a bit, but not for long.”
“Weh…weh wadie goan?” Reimu pulled back from her hand, a note of fear
in its voice. It definitely remembered its previous abandonment. “We-
weimu don wand be awone. Noch vewy eaje.”
Wow, this little thing was great at tugging the heartstrings. “Don’t
worry Reimu, I’ll be back. And with easy things. Like…sweet-sweets.”
She was learning the lingo, but it sounded awkward to her ears. Who
came up with these words? Becky did not look forward to such phrases
like ‘mamumamu,’ ‘penipeni’ and ‘city-sect’ ever coming up in
conversation.
“Yuu? Yuu! Schwee schwee!” Definitely the right thing to say. Reimu
flapped its hair again and bobbed up and down. “Weimu wan schwee!
Huhwee bag wade!”
*
The baby food was the easiest part. Walking out of the store she
carried: six jars (one of each flavor), a bag of peppermints (supposed
to be calming) and sandwich fixings (for herself): a ten-minute trip.
After that things got complicated. The closest yukkuri shop was a
newly opened outlet of the EASY-GO chain. It was a squat building
downtown, painted in bright colors and with wide, shining windows on
the front. These were painted with smiling, frolicking yukkuris (Alice-
Marisa-Chen-Reimu her newfound knowledge told her) amid an eternal
springtime paradise and plastered with signs.
FREE STARTER KIT WITH PURCHASE OF 4 KOS
WEEKLY BADGE TRAINING ALL STAGES
YU-CARE CERTIFIED BREEDS SOLD HERE
YUUKAS 4 SALE LIMITED TIME ONLY
She thought it was all a bit overwhelming, really. Then she stepped
inside. Now it was definitely overwhelming.
EASY-GO’s (Easy General Outfitters, according to the sign over the
registers) interior was one giant room. The left side was filled with
shelves upon shelves of yukkuri-related merchandise. The right side
was mostly empty space, punctuated with display stands covered in
books, shiny pictures and waist-high playpens. The back seemed to be
made of tanks, each set into the wall. These were surrounded by
people, mostly kids. All were focused on the dozens of yukkuris
inside, living and playing under their audience’s watchful eye.
“Hello there and welcome to Easy General Outfitters! My name is Dave,
can I help you with anything today?” Within seconds an employee in a
red and black striped shirt appeared at Becky’s side.
“Um, yeah. I just got a yukkuri and-
“Excellent! Are you looking for anything specific? We just got in some
new yukkuri diet food and training DVDs-”
“Um, probably a tank, some toys, the basics…”
“Okay, follow me.” They headed for the shelves. “Predator or not? If
you’re looking for predator care, I can take you to the back room and
you can pick your feeders-“
“-It’s a Reimu” she blurted out. The mention of predators had brought
up the memory of those Remi videos. The thought of seeing the masses
of yukkuris destined for food did not appeal. At all.
“All right then.” They headed down the second aisle. Most the items
here where red and white. Cages, tanks, miniature treadmills and ying-
yang balls covered in fuzz…the choices were astounding. “Here’s our
Reimu collection. Are you looking for adult or koyukkuri supplies? We
offer several packages built for different ages.”
“Uh, I don’t know how old it is.” Definitely true. Becky now knew the
thresholds for baby, ko and adult, but according to her research,
those were really more like guidelines. According to some experts,
koyukkuris and babies were the same thing. “It’s about this size-“
Gesturing with her hands.
“Hmm… Do you know what its subtype is? The new minikkuris can reach
adulthood and stay that small. Otherwise, I’d guess it’s a ko. Can’t
tell without seeing it though.”
“It was a…gift. No idea. If it helps, it still can’t speak clearly.”
And wouldn’t for quite some time, if at all. But mentioning that
didn’t seem relevant.
“Got it. In that case, how about the KoStarter? Comes with guidebook,
medium cage and supplies for house and entertainment, along with a
month’s supply of Doc Johnson’s formulated yukkuri mix-
“-no food. I’ve, uh, got some already. The rest sounds great though.”
“Excellent. You’ll do great with this setup. I have a couple
koyukkuris myself, and they love it.” From floor to register, Becky
asked questions about the salesman’s yukkuris. He had a Reimu and
Alice and from the stories he told, she picked up a few new tips.
“Thanks again. I’ll try the tissue box trick for her bath. She’s
really dirty.” Arms wrapped around a 15-gallon tank filled with
reclaimed paper bedding, a two-story plastic hut, two books on yukkuri
care, a first-aid kit and several toys, Becky somehow made it back to
her car without dropping anything.
*
“Reimu! I’m home!” Becky was glad as ever to make it back to the
apartment. If carrying the loot from EASY-GO was hard, carrying it and
a bag filled with glass jars was more so. Yet somehow she’d made it
just fine.
Reimu didn’t reply. Not that Becky expected the yukkuri to; it was in
another room after all, and probably sleeping. Setting everything down
on the kitchen table, she went to the ‘office’ room to check on Reimu.
“Reimu, I’m back! Are you feeling any-ohshit.” Reimu’s temporary home
was not on the desk any longer. Instead, it was scattered in pieces on
the floor, towel-bedding unfurled in a pile. The towels looked damp
and smeared with something dark. Becky was starting to get worried
now.
“Reimu?” Stay calm, think! Something must have knocked the tank over.
Becky lived alone and had no pets, so that wasn’t the cause. The door
and windows were still in one piece, not to mention the rest of the
apartment. That ruled out home invasion. The idea of somebody breaking
in just to throw a yukkuri house off the desk was so absurd as to be
ignored outright. Barring Acts of God, that left one thing: Reimu did
it. Was she trying to escape? Was it an accident? Where was she?
Dropping on hands and knees, Becky peeked under the room’s shelves,
behind the filing cabinet and computer monitor. Nothing. The door had
been closed when she got back, so Reimu was somewhere in this room
still. It was between the desk and trash can she found the tiny
yukkuri, shivering and sniffling.
“yeee…yaaaa…” Reimu looked dirtier than before, half her body
liberally streaked with what Becky assumed was shit. Though the
yukkuri seemed plumper and less pale than when last night, it looked
even more miserable.
“There you are Reimu! I was getting worried. Are you okay?”
“YEEEEH! Don’ toch waimu!” The yukkuri tried to wriggle away from
Becky’s hand, but didn’t have the strength. “Wem noch wan wade dirdy!
Weimu sowee! Weimu hurd! Yueeeeeh….yueeeeh…yueeeeh…”
“There, there,” Holding Reimu was like holding a mud-covered water
balloon filled with refried beans. The yukkuri didn’t try to struggle
once Becky cupped her fingers around Reimu and lifted her from the
floor. Walking around the shards of plastic, Becky headed for the
kitchen. “What happened, Reimu?”
What came from the yukkuri’s mouth was hard to understand. Something
about being sleepy and then using the bathroom in her nest and waking
up to the smell of shit and freaking out and trying to escape then
shitting again then more panic then thrashing around and knocking her
home to the ground and not wanting to be left alone again but finding
herself all alone forever and ever and thinking she was abandoned
again and-
It took several minutes of speaking and stroking the yukkuri softly
for Reimu to calm down. By the time the yukkuri stopped gnashing its
few remaining teeth and trying to crawl away off the kitchen table,
Becky had the first jar of baby food opened and a little poured into
the lid. The smell of pureed apples seemed to help distract Reimu from
her woes.
“Yu? Wa iz dat?” Reimu wriggled out from under Becky’s hand, face
twitching. “Sme’ goo’. Iz mizter food?” Without waiting for an answer,
Reimu stuck her tongue out and scooped a piece up. “Yuuuu! Iz sweed!
Habinej!”
Reimu was a messy eater. By the time she’d finished the whole jar,
Reimu’s whole face was splattered with food, along with the area
around the makeshift bowl. While the yukkuri had stuffed itself, Becky
was busy unpacking everything else, ignoring her empty stomach’s
gurgles.
“Hab-habinez! Weimu ish fuwl. Fang uu wadee…” The yukkuri crawled away
a few inches, flopped onto her back and gave a heaving sigh of
contentment. “Weimu gan dag id eage nah…” Seconds later, the yukkuri
was snoring heavily, body heaving up and down slowly.
Becky took this moment to fix herself a quick sandwich, eating with
one hand while she continued to work. The new tank was emptied then
the bag of bedding opened and poured inside in a shallow layer. In one
corner went the plastic hut, ramp attached to let Reimu reach the
second floor’s single room. Becky stuffed a handful of fluff into the
ground floor’s chamber, placed the food plate on the opposite side and
the toilet pan against the back wall, between food and bed. After the
lid was securely fastened, she filled the water bottle, added a pinch
of sweetener and slid it into the hole on the lid.
The whole setup looked like a mouse would find it cozier than yukkuris
would. But according to David from EASY-GO, it would be perfect for a
young, growing yukkuri to stay safe and happy.
“Yuepe…wike fwig in sgeye…” Reimu stirred slightly as Becky picked her
from the table and placed her in on the bed inside. Feeling the soft
cotton on her skin, Reimu snuggled deeper, slowly noticing her
surroundings had changed for the better. “Weimu ish…on cwoud?” Reimu
woke up. “Yueh?! Weimu noch weh Weimu waz? Wha haben do Weimu?”
The yukkuri flew out of the house, throwing bedding everywhere as she
explored every corner of the tank. “Weimu in mista howz? Weimu hav
mista soft eveeweh? Weimu get mista watah and mista plate? Iz Weimu
dweam?”
Then Reimu noticed Becky outside, looking in. “An’ how wadee ged
oudide? Iz…iz Weimu indide new howse?”
Becky nodded. “Yep. Its your new home, Reimu.”
“I-is-iz Weimu…W-wa-wadee’z pet?” Becky just nodded again.
The yukkuri’s huge, broken-toothed grin was strangely weird and
endearing.
“Ang oo WAdee! Tank u! Wadee id de eadiesd evah! Weimu wanna be de bez
evah fo Wadee!”
Atzumo Kayami
May 4, 2011, 10:22:23 AM5/4/11
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People always get so excited when they find something new...
Tomato
May 4, 2011, 10:58:51 AM5/4/11
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A family friendly story, hooray. I can't wait to see how she will
educate the Ko.
educate the Ko.
starshine
May 8, 2011, 12:48:11 AM5/8/11
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Mini update for now. Busy with Other Things.
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“Yehehhe id tigels!”
“Stop squirming then! You’re only making this harder on both of us.”
“Den wadee stod maging Weimu tigle!”
Five weeks later, bathtime had become a (mostly) painless routine.
Becky was starting to get the hang of using the yukkuri brush (it
looked like a toothbrush) and hadn’t burnt Reimu with too-hot water in
two weeks. Reimu had stopped trying to eat the soap or trying to crawl
out of Becky’s hands in transit between sink and home.
“There!” Becky set the brush aside and held Reimu under the sink
faucet, keeping the yukkuri’s face out of the water. “All done. How
does Reimu feel now?”
“Weimu feel mug bedder. Mizdah hair don’ feewl funny now.” Reimu’s
complaints about her hair itching had prompted an early bath this
week. In another day or two Becky would have given her one anyways;
the yukkuri had replaced turning food into facepaint with seeing how
much dust she could collect from under Becky’s bed. The yukkuri gave
her sideburns an experimental flap, shaking water all over the place.
“Bud now Weimu awl wed.”
“Of course you are.” Sometimes she found Reimu’s horrifically short-
term memory annoying. Other times, like now, it was endearing. Reimu
somehow managed to forget baths meant being wet. And being wet meant
being dried off. Hands cupped around the yukkuri, covering its eyes,
Becky turned from the sink to the counter space next to it. “And I
have just the thing for that, Reimu.” As she spoke, Becky set Reimu
down, uncovering her eyes. And that being dried off meant-
“Yuuuuu! Mista Box!” Reimu’s braids were flapping hard and fast,
spraying even more water everywhere. “Can Weimu explore? Can Weimu?”
At Becky’s nod, Reimu sprung forward, leaving a trail of water behind.
“Mista Box” was an empty Kleenex box filled with fresh paper towels. A
hole had been cut on each narrow end and lined with tape, big enough
and safe enough for Reimu to wriggle through. Inside the box, hidden
among the towels, was a shiny plastic ring Becky had found in her
cereal. Outside the box, near the ‘exit,’ a plate with grapes waited.
Reimu knew the drill here: find the ‘treasure,’ show it to Becky, then
exit and get her prize. All the while, the yukkuri was drying herself
off without even noticing. It wasn’t perfect (Reimu usually needed a
final pat-down at the end) but it had helped teach Reimu to tolerate
baths (even if she sometimes forgot why).
It took a minute for Reimu’s head to poke out from the box top, ring
held triumphantly in her mouth. The yukkuri spat out the ring, ducked
back inside and emerged from the box to make a beeline for the grapes.
“Yaaay gwapes! Weimu iz zo happy!” Given Reimu’s missing teeth hadn’t
returned, solid foods still gave her trouble. Grapes were the
exception, once Reimu figured them out. The yukkuri would make a small
bite on one side, grab the whole grape with her mouth and hair and
suck it dry. The results were sometimes messy (and weird to look at)
but it worked.
“Munch is finijd! ‘Ank oo Wadee!” Looking contented and plumper than
before, Reimu flopped down next to the plate of torn and deflated
grapes. “Now Weimu ish sweepy…”
“We’re not finished yet, Reimu. Time to weigh you.” At those words,
the yukkuri sat back up and tried to wriggle away. Reimu was too slow
for Becky’s reach and the squirming yukkuri was firmly cupped in
Beky’s hands.
“Weimu don’ wan’ way! Weimu fine as is!” All the way back to Becky’s
“office”/Reimu’s home, the yukkuri protested. “Weimu waz happy! Weimu
waz goan sweep an led Wadee do work-work!”
“Oh stop whining.” From a desk drawer came a small digital scale, tape
measure and legal pad. Setting Reimu on the scale (“Id colllld…”) and
grabbing the tape, Becky made her measurements. From Head to foot,
side to side, size of accessory and so on; it all went down on paper
below last week’s notes.
Her records pointed to a new trend: Reimu was growing. Slowly but
surely, the yukkuri was getting larger and heavier. Still smaller than
the average yukkuri of her age, Becky was starting to think Reimu was
a specialty subtype or something.
“Yu! Wadee’s singing?” Reimu, originally despondent at the poking and
prodding of her weekly check-up, perked up at the music coming from
Becky’s pocket.
“Huh? Oh, better take this.” Seeing Becky distracted by the phone,
tried to make a run for it. “You stay right there. Joe? What is it?
Shit. Really? That bad? And nobody else will do anything? You are
kidding- I said say there! Want me to take Mister Jangle away? No, not
you Joe. Reimu. Yeah, she’s fine. You should see her now. Or not.
Fine, I’ll be over there in thirty minutes.”
Becky slipped the phone back to its pocket and sighed loudly and long.
Reimu stared up at her in worry. “Yu? Wah happen?”
“Nothing you need to worry your little head over Reimu.” The yukkuri
went back into her tank, heading straight for the comfort of her bed.
“Joe needs my help.”
==================
“Yehehhe id tigels!”
“Stop squirming then! You’re only making this harder on both of us.”
“Den wadee stod maging Weimu tigle!”
Five weeks later, bathtime had become a (mostly) painless routine.
Becky was starting to get the hang of using the yukkuri brush (it
looked like a toothbrush) and hadn’t burnt Reimu with too-hot water in
two weeks. Reimu had stopped trying to eat the soap or trying to crawl
out of Becky’s hands in transit between sink and home.
“There!” Becky set the brush aside and held Reimu under the sink
faucet, keeping the yukkuri’s face out of the water. “All done. How
does Reimu feel now?”
“Weimu feel mug bedder. Mizdah hair don’ feewl funny now.” Reimu’s
complaints about her hair itching had prompted an early bath this
week. In another day or two Becky would have given her one anyways;
the yukkuri had replaced turning food into facepaint with seeing how
much dust she could collect from under Becky’s bed. The yukkuri gave
her sideburns an experimental flap, shaking water all over the place.
“Bud now Weimu awl wed.”
“Of course you are.” Sometimes she found Reimu’s horrifically short-
term memory annoying. Other times, like now, it was endearing. Reimu
somehow managed to forget baths meant being wet. And being wet meant
being dried off. Hands cupped around the yukkuri, covering its eyes,
Becky turned from the sink to the counter space next to it. “And I
have just the thing for that, Reimu.” As she spoke, Becky set Reimu
down, uncovering her eyes. And that being dried off meant-
“Yuuuuu! Mista Box!” Reimu’s braids were flapping hard and fast,
spraying even more water everywhere. “Can Weimu explore? Can Weimu?”
At Becky’s nod, Reimu sprung forward, leaving a trail of water behind.
“Mista Box” was an empty Kleenex box filled with fresh paper towels. A
hole had been cut on each narrow end and lined with tape, big enough
and safe enough for Reimu to wriggle through. Inside the box, hidden
among the towels, was a shiny plastic ring Becky had found in her
cereal. Outside the box, near the ‘exit,’ a plate with grapes waited.
Reimu knew the drill here: find the ‘treasure,’ show it to Becky, then
exit and get her prize. All the while, the yukkuri was drying herself
off without even noticing. It wasn’t perfect (Reimu usually needed a
final pat-down at the end) but it had helped teach Reimu to tolerate
baths (even if she sometimes forgot why).
It took a minute for Reimu’s head to poke out from the box top, ring
held triumphantly in her mouth. The yukkuri spat out the ring, ducked
back inside and emerged from the box to make a beeline for the grapes.
“Yaaay gwapes! Weimu iz zo happy!” Given Reimu’s missing teeth hadn’t
returned, solid foods still gave her trouble. Grapes were the
exception, once Reimu figured them out. The yukkuri would make a small
bite on one side, grab the whole grape with her mouth and hair and
suck it dry. The results were sometimes messy (and weird to look at)
but it worked.
“Munch is finijd! ‘Ank oo Wadee!” Looking contented and plumper than
before, Reimu flopped down next to the plate of torn and deflated
grapes. “Now Weimu ish sweepy…”
“We’re not finished yet, Reimu. Time to weigh you.” At those words,
the yukkuri sat back up and tried to wriggle away. Reimu was too slow
for Becky’s reach and the squirming yukkuri was firmly cupped in
Beky’s hands.
“Weimu don’ wan’ way! Weimu fine as is!” All the way back to Becky’s
“office”/Reimu’s home, the yukkuri protested. “Weimu waz happy! Weimu
waz goan sweep an led Wadee do work-work!”
“Oh stop whining.” From a desk drawer came a small digital scale, tape
measure and legal pad. Setting Reimu on the scale (“Id colllld…”) and
grabbing the tape, Becky made her measurements. From Head to foot,
side to side, size of accessory and so on; it all went down on paper
below last week’s notes.
Her records pointed to a new trend: Reimu was growing. Slowly but
surely, the yukkuri was getting larger and heavier. Still smaller than
the average yukkuri of her age, Becky was starting to think Reimu was
a specialty subtype or something.
“Yu! Wadee’s singing?” Reimu, originally despondent at the poking and
prodding of her weekly check-up, perked up at the music coming from
Becky’s pocket.
“Huh? Oh, better take this.” Seeing Becky distracted by the phone,
tried to make a run for it. “You stay right there. Joe? What is it?
Shit. Really? That bad? And nobody else will do anything? You are
kidding- I said say there! Want me to take Mister Jangle away? No, not
you Joe. Reimu. Yeah, she’s fine. You should see her now. Or not.
Fine, I’ll be over there in thirty minutes.”
Becky slipped the phone back to its pocket and sighed loudly and long.
Reimu stared up at her in worry. “Yu? Wah happen?”
“Nothing you need to worry your little head over Reimu.” The yukkuri
went back into her tank, heading straight for the comfort of her bed.
“Joe needs my help.”
Fragtagonal
May 13, 2011, 12:46:08 AM5/13/11
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I can't believe I almost didn't read this!
Amazing!
I'm loving it so much you gotta keep writing. Its like the
quintessential yukkuri care story. It's so perfect in so many ways I
can't describe it.
It just makes me feel that yearning for real yukkuri in the real
world, that's how I know its good.
Amazing!
I'm loving it so much you gotta keep writing. Its like the
quintessential yukkuri care story. It's so perfect in so many ways I
can't describe it.
It just makes me feel that yearning for real yukkuri in the real
world, that's how I know its good.
starshine
May 13, 2011, 1:58:53 AM5/13/11
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Thanks!
Next part is coming up soon. Its a slight detour from Adventures of
Weimu and Wadee (holy hell is it annoying to write missing-tooth
slurring) but still part of Adventures of Becky and Yukkuris. Writing
it right now, but won't post until tomorrow when I've sobered up and
put the finishing touches on. Also because I just found out about Easy
d6 and I'm having a nerd attack.
Next part is coming up soon. Its a slight detour from Adventures of
Weimu and Wadee (holy hell is it annoying to write missing-tooth
slurring) but still part of Adventures of Becky and Yukkuris. Writing
it right now, but won't post until tomorrow when I've sobered up and
put the finishing touches on. Also because I just found out about Easy
d6 and I'm having a nerd attack.
Nell Speed, Final Girl
May 14, 2011, 12:54:28 PM5/14/11
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I'm not sure why this series is so funny... it just IS. I think it's
because I'm a big fan of accidental comedy violence, and especially of
stories where a yukkuri's own poor decision making is the cause of her
own misery.
because I'm a big fan of accidental comedy violence, and especially of
stories where a yukkuri's own poor decision making is the cause of her
own misery.
Of course, I also like Ayazou's whole "incompetent anon" routine
(although the current story is incredibly hard to read)....
Nell
starshine
May 16, 2011, 12:57:49 AM5/16/11
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Turns out when I tell myself "update in a day," I mean "update when I
finish Flavor of Love." More to come, soon as I figure some
appropriate hijinks to ensue. And half-assed reader participation:
would you rather the pet yukkuri angle focus on just good old
toothless Reimu, or add 1-2 more yukkuris to the mix?
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It took longer than she would have liked before Becky could leave.
First she had to coax Reimu out of her little house for a quick pat-
down with a towel. Then Reimu said her water tasted funny and Becky
had to refill the bottle, add the sweetener and wait for Reimu to
drink and announce “Habinez!”
Then Reimu had to poop and Becky had to watch and make sure Reimu did
her business in the toilet box and not her bed as she sometimes did.
Reimu did not react well to finding shit in her bedding and Becky was
tired of being woken up at 3 in the morning by a screaming, crying
yukkuri in full panic mode. Once Reimu scooted back to bed for a post-
bath nap, she was free to move on.
Keeping Joe’s message in mind, she assembled a little kit for the
whatever might happen. Yukkuri balm, a bag of treats, a dog-eared care
book, latex gloves (dirty yukkuris and their messes did not feel good
on the skin) and a plastic bag. All this went into another bag, into
her purse.
After that, Becky had to check for messages and make sure no jobs
needed to be finished right now. Freelance work was great for setting
your own schedule, so long as you stuck to that schedule. Finally, she
was ready to leave. With a shouted “good-bye” to Reimu Becky was out
the door.
Sterling Apartments wasn’t that far from home. In good weather Becky
would walk over to visit Joe, taking her time and enjoying the
experience. Today however, there was no time for an afternoon stroll.
Joe sounded pissed, and just a little bit worried.
The apartment building itself was a modest brick structure on the edge
of downtown. Two stories and a basement, nothing fancy. Being just
minutes away from the local college, it was popular with students.
She found Joe at the front door, next to the mailboxes. Phone in hand,
he looked about to call somebody.
“Hey! Came as soon as I could.” Announcing her presence, Becky watched
Joe transform from irritation to relief as he pocketed the phone.
“Becks! About time. I’m so glad you came-“
“Yeah, yeah. Sorry, Reimy was- Tell you later. Why’d you call me.
Something about yukkuris?”
“Yeah, its kind of a mess.” Seeing Becky start to scowl, Joe hurried.
“It’s not like last time, don’t worry.”
“But still a mess. Joe, You’re great and all, but you’re being vague.
And if you’re asking me to play clean-“
“-Some yukkuris broke into an apartment. The tenant’s freaking out, I
can’t get anybody to come over and-“ More like “wouldn’t,” Becky told
herself with annoyance. She was assuming the professionals didn’t come
cheap.
“-So you called me? Got it. Fine. I guess I can give you a hand. Lead
the way.”
The apartment in question was in the back corner of the first floor.
Becky knew the design pretty well, having almost moved into the
building. One-bedroom, a sliding door that opened onto a pseudo-porch
with a knee-high fence to mark the border. The person living there
stood up and faced them as they arrived. He’d been sitting outside the
door, which had a hastily-written sign taped to it.
STAY OUT. -MGT
“Tyler, I’m back. Anything happen since I left?”
“Its…its gotten quiet in there, Joe.” The kid was pale, scrawny.
Probably a student. “I think I heard glass breaking right after you
left.” He turned to Becky, confused by her presence. “Are…are you the
exterminator?”
She turned to Joe. “Exterminator? Is that what I’m supposed to be?”
Joe shrugged. “I don’t really care. There’s a bunch of yukkuris in
there and they need to go. As long as you don’t burn the place down,
it doesn’t matter. They’re yours.”
Becky sighed. Dammit, she was a designer, not a yukkuri expert. “Fine,
I’ll see what I can do. What’s your name? Tyler? Can you give me a
hand with this?”
It didn’t seem possible, but the kid got paler. He shook his head and
backed away from the door. “Sorry I-I can’t. Th-they freak me out.”
Figures. No wonder things were out of hand. “Awesome. Joe?”
Her friend shook his head. “Sorry Becks. I need to call the insurance
people over this. Don’t worry, you can do this.” He smiled. “I’ll be
back in a minute. And Becks, I-“
“-You owe me. Yes you do. And we’re having a talk after this. Got it?”
Joe was up the stairs and gone, leaving Becky and Tyler outside the
apartment. Becky dug through her bag, pulled out the “yukkuri kit” and
handed the bag to Tyler. “Here, hold this. So what’s in there?”
“Those head-things.” Tyler clutched the purse, looking at the door
with concern.
Damn. “I know that. How many?”
“Too many. Have you done this before?”
Double damn. “You’re not being very helpful, you know that? And no. I
have a pet one though. Close enough right?” Becky slipped on the
gloves. Reached for the door, ignoring Tyler's look of worry.
“Whatever. Here goes something.”
Becky wasn’t sure what to expect. The kid was terrified and Joe was
his usual “something’s not normal and I'm not happy about it” self.
She’d done her research, knew what house invasions could look like.
Joe wasn’t stupid though; if it was really bad, he would have called
an expert and not his friend. Only one way to find out.
Inside, the apartment was a mess. There was a garbage bag right by the
door, side ripped open and contents spilling out. Piles of clothes,
some folded, scattered around the living room. Stains on the well-used
sofa. A table overflowing with stacks of DVD cases, magazines and a
couple pizza boxes. An open duffel bag next to the entertainment
center.
She couldn’t see the or the bedroom from where she stood and no
yukkuris either. Becky looked back at Tyler, a questioning look on her
face.
“Go get Joe, this is bigger than I thought-“
Tyler looked back, shrugged. “Its…mine. Was packing up for move-out.
Th-they got in through the patio door.” He pointed to the open sliding
glass door and the holes torn in the screen.
“Right.” Taking small steps forward, Becky eased into the apartment
itself. There was the smell of warm pizza, body spray and garbage. Her
foot brushed against a stack of beer cans, next to the garbage bag.
They fell, causing a metallic clatter.
“Yueh!? Intruders!” There! The kitchen. The sound of a box falling.
“Eeeeeh? Has Mister Human come to challenge Great Marisa?” Rustling
sounds from the direction of the bathroom.
“Alice said Mister Plan was not city-sect! Alice is run-run!” A
coconut-sized shape darted from behind the couch for the screen,
wriggled through and was gone.
“Nhoooo. Awiche sgaded! Weimu too! Somewan save cude liddle siz!” A
piping trio of voices from the pizza box.
Great. It looked like she was going to have her hands full with this.
finish Flavor of Love." More to come, soon as I figure some
appropriate hijinks to ensue. And half-assed reader participation:
would you rather the pet yukkuri angle focus on just good old
toothless Reimu, or add 1-2 more yukkuris to the mix?
==================
It took longer than she would have liked before Becky could leave.
First she had to coax Reimu out of her little house for a quick pat-
down with a towel. Then Reimu said her water tasted funny and Becky
had to refill the bottle, add the sweetener and wait for Reimu to
drink and announce “Habinez!”
Then Reimu had to poop and Becky had to watch and make sure Reimu did
her business in the toilet box and not her bed as she sometimes did.
Reimu did not react well to finding shit in her bedding and Becky was
tired of being woken up at 3 in the morning by a screaming, crying
yukkuri in full panic mode. Once Reimu scooted back to bed for a post-
bath nap, she was free to move on.
Keeping Joe’s message in mind, she assembled a little kit for the
whatever might happen. Yukkuri balm, a bag of treats, a dog-eared care
book, latex gloves (dirty yukkuris and their messes did not feel good
on the skin) and a plastic bag. All this went into another bag, into
her purse.
After that, Becky had to check for messages and make sure no jobs
needed to be finished right now. Freelance work was great for setting
your own schedule, so long as you stuck to that schedule. Finally, she
was ready to leave. With a shouted “good-bye” to Reimu Becky was out
the door.
Sterling Apartments wasn’t that far from home. In good weather Becky
would walk over to visit Joe, taking her time and enjoying the
experience. Today however, there was no time for an afternoon stroll.
Joe sounded pissed, and just a little bit worried.
The apartment building itself was a modest brick structure on the edge
of downtown. Two stories and a basement, nothing fancy. Being just
minutes away from the local college, it was popular with students.
She found Joe at the front door, next to the mailboxes. Phone in hand,
he looked about to call somebody.
“Hey! Came as soon as I could.” Announcing her presence, Becky watched
Joe transform from irritation to relief as he pocketed the phone.
“Becks! About time. I’m so glad you came-“
“Yeah, yeah. Sorry, Reimy was- Tell you later. Why’d you call me.
Something about yukkuris?”
“Yeah, its kind of a mess.” Seeing Becky start to scowl, Joe hurried.
“It’s not like last time, don’t worry.”
“But still a mess. Joe, You’re great and all, but you’re being vague.
And if you’re asking me to play clean-“
“-Some yukkuris broke into an apartment. The tenant’s freaking out, I
can’t get anybody to come over and-“ More like “wouldn’t,” Becky told
herself with annoyance. She was assuming the professionals didn’t come
cheap.
“-So you called me? Got it. Fine. I guess I can give you a hand. Lead
the way.”
The apartment in question was in the back corner of the first floor.
Becky knew the design pretty well, having almost moved into the
building. One-bedroom, a sliding door that opened onto a pseudo-porch
with a knee-high fence to mark the border. The person living there
stood up and faced them as they arrived. He’d been sitting outside the
door, which had a hastily-written sign taped to it.
STAY OUT. -MGT
“Tyler, I’m back. Anything happen since I left?”
“Its…its gotten quiet in there, Joe.” The kid was pale, scrawny.
Probably a student. “I think I heard glass breaking right after you
left.” He turned to Becky, confused by her presence. “Are…are you the
exterminator?”
She turned to Joe. “Exterminator? Is that what I’m supposed to be?”
Joe shrugged. “I don’t really care. There’s a bunch of yukkuris in
there and they need to go. As long as you don’t burn the place down,
it doesn’t matter. They’re yours.”
Becky sighed. Dammit, she was a designer, not a yukkuri expert. “Fine,
I’ll see what I can do. What’s your name? Tyler? Can you give me a
hand with this?”
It didn’t seem possible, but the kid got paler. He shook his head and
backed away from the door. “Sorry I-I can’t. Th-they freak me out.”
Figures. No wonder things were out of hand. “Awesome. Joe?”
Her friend shook his head. “Sorry Becks. I need to call the insurance
people over this. Don’t worry, you can do this.” He smiled. “I’ll be
back in a minute. And Becks, I-“
“-You owe me. Yes you do. And we’re having a talk after this. Got it?”
Joe was up the stairs and gone, leaving Becky and Tyler outside the
apartment. Becky dug through her bag, pulled out the “yukkuri kit” and
handed the bag to Tyler. “Here, hold this. So what’s in there?”
“Those head-things.” Tyler clutched the purse, looking at the door
with concern.
Damn. “I know that. How many?”
“Too many. Have you done this before?”
Double damn. “You’re not being very helpful, you know that? And no. I
have a pet one though. Close enough right?” Becky slipped on the
gloves. Reached for the door, ignoring Tyler's look of worry.
“Whatever. Here goes something.”
Becky wasn’t sure what to expect. The kid was terrified and Joe was
his usual “something’s not normal and I'm not happy about it” self.
She’d done her research, knew what house invasions could look like.
Joe wasn’t stupid though; if it was really bad, he would have called
an expert and not his friend. Only one way to find out.
Inside, the apartment was a mess. There was a garbage bag right by the
door, side ripped open and contents spilling out. Piles of clothes,
some folded, scattered around the living room. Stains on the well-used
sofa. A table overflowing with stacks of DVD cases, magazines and a
couple pizza boxes. An open duffel bag next to the entertainment
center.
She couldn’t see the or the bedroom from where she stood and no
yukkuris either. Becky looked back at Tyler, a questioning look on her
face.
“Go get Joe, this is bigger than I thought-“
Tyler looked back, shrugged. “Its…mine. Was packing up for move-out.
Th-they got in through the patio door.” He pointed to the open sliding
glass door and the holes torn in the screen.
“Right.” Taking small steps forward, Becky eased into the apartment
itself. There was the smell of warm pizza, body spray and garbage. Her
foot brushed against a stack of beer cans, next to the garbage bag.
They fell, causing a metallic clatter.
“Yueh!? Intruders!” There! The kitchen. The sound of a box falling.
“Eeeeeh? Has Mister Human come to challenge Great Marisa?” Rustling
sounds from the direction of the bathroom.
“Alice said Mister Plan was not city-sect! Alice is run-run!” A
coconut-sized shape darted from behind the couch for the screen,
wriggled through and was gone.
“Nhoooo. Awiche sgaded! Weimu too! Somewan save cude liddle siz!” A
piping trio of voices from the pizza box.
Great. It looked like she was going to have her hands full with this.
MET
May 16, 2011, 2:35:22 PM5/16/11
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I think i'm getting a bit lost, why was Becky called to deal with the
yukkuri invaders? from her comment she doesn't seem to be any sort of
janitor or anything.
yukkuri invaders? from her comment she doesn't seem to be any sort of
janitor or anything.
Harouki
May 16, 2011, 8:22:54 PM5/16/11
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Cuz she's a friend of Joe's who is too cheap to hire professionals?
MET
May 16, 2011, 10:01:54 PM5/16/11
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Ah, damned Cheapo Joe, i bet he's damn average!
starshine
May 17, 2011, 1:21:17 AM5/17/11
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Short Answer: I dunno, lol. I don't write with much of an outline so
whatever words end up on the page, I go with them if they aren't full-
on derping.
Long Answer: Becky and Joe are old, close friends and rely on each
other for random tasks. Except Joe's secretly in love with Becky but
can't bring himself to say it. He keeps calling her over to help with
things, hoping this time he'll get the courage to tell her how he
feels. Becky is also in love with Joe but she's being tsundere about
it. This has been going on for years.
Can the power of yukkuri teach the two to confront their feelings at
long last?
Stay tuned for the next part...whenever that is. I just got Terraria
and suddenly have no time to sleep, let alone write about talking
heads.
whatever words end up on the page, I go with them if they aren't full-
on derping.
Long Answer: Becky and Joe are old, close friends and rely on each
other for random tasks. Except Joe's secretly in love with Becky but
can't bring himself to say it. He keeps calling her over to help with
things, hoping this time he'll get the courage to tell her how he
feels. Becky is also in love with Joe but she's being tsundere about
it. This has been going on for years.
Can the power of yukkuri teach the two to confront their feelings at
long last?
Stay tuned for the next part...whenever that is. I just got Terraria
and suddenly have no time to sleep, let alone write about talking
heads.
Cloudrunner62
Nov 15, 2015, 11:54:33 AM11/15/15
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I miss this one
saline
Jun 15, 2020, 7:20:24 AM6/15/20
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sigh, this is an amazing story and I would love to see it continued some day.
even if you don't, I appreciate your efforts.
saline
Jun 15, 2020, 10:34:31 AM6/15/20
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On Monday, June 15, 2020 at 9:20:24 PM UTC+10, saline wrote:
sigh, this is an amazing story and I would love to see it continued some day.even if you don't, I appreciate your efforts.
also, no apologies for necro. This story is wonderful
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