Little Keine Ch.2

[Jasper Androva]

My previous draft got erased. FUUUUU-




I was right about to throw the box into the trunk of my car, but I then remembered what the container held. Closing the lid, I instead put the box in the backseat carefully, and proceeded to climb over the middle to the driver's seat, too lazy to go around the car.

Usually never having anything in the backseat, I felt rather... pulled towards the box in the back, almost losing my grip on the wheel. I don't know why, but the small box and what it contained just seemed to attract me somehow.

After I miraculously drived home without launching myself off some cliff or something, I brought the box to my door, fumbling to find my keys that somehow always loved to play hide n' seek.

"Finally!" I let out a cry of triumph as I found my keys. A warm waft of wind greeted me as I opened the door, as if it was greeting its master home.

"Yupii?" A small voice etched itself towards me from the box. I opened the lid, causing the little blue haired yu inside to blink profusely.

"Yu? Yu? Eajy?" I put the box in the corner, ignoring the manjuu's rambling.

I threw myself onto the couch, pulling my laptop over from the corner.

"Yukkuri... Buyers..." I muttered to myself, typing on the keyboard. The mad lady at the shop might've been a huge nuisance, but she was good for one thing. She dropped the fact that this yukkuri was a rather "rare" one. Meaning, I could get a handsome figure off of it.

I scrolled down the results, scanning through dozens of yukkuri shops and pet stores, even ones that proudly advertised themselves for "Buying Abused Yukkuri!".

I honestly didn't have anything against them on a personal level, and I never really understood why someone would take the time and money to torture a sentient creature to death. Bloody sadists.

"Ah, there we go!" I exclaimed, finding a rather suitable buyer. Apparently a young local university student that lived about a 5 minute drive from my place, he needed someone to keep him company, or to say.

I dropped a comment on his post, and flipped my laptop shut.

"Looks like you've found a new home, lil' one!" I said, clapping my hands over the yukkuri.



I woke up with a smile on my face.

Today was a Saturday, meaning I could get this load off my hands this instant. I still hadn't taken her out of the box, choosing instead to drop in a few fruit slices to feed her.

I placed the box in the same seat as yesterday and stepped on the axel, rather excited for the handsome figure the young man had promised me.

I turned on the radio, being the music addict I was. Swaying my head a bit along to the techno, I almost missed the house I was supposed to go to.

Parking the car in his frontyard, I knocked on the soon-to-be-owner's door, holding the box eagerly.

To my surprise however, it was not a young man who opened the door, but instead an elderly woman.

"How can I help you young man?" She said, pushing her glasses up.

"I'm here to deliver the yukkuri that was ordered?" I pulled out a piece of paper that I'd scribbled his address on, and stared at it intently. I was indeed at the right house.

"It seems like some prankster might've put up a fake address tho-"

"No, I'm sure this is the right house." The lady cut me off. "My son orders a few yukkuri from time to time, if I do remember properly."

"Oh? Then is your son home? I'm rather busy, and I'd like to see the end of this business quickly." I might've been a bit rude, but I indeed wanted to get out of this shanky yukkuri responsibility business as soon as possible.

"Ah, young man, could you do me a favor and not give that yukkuri to my son?" I stared at her. "I can pay however much he was going to pay."

"But... Why?" I stood gaping at her. Why would a mother not let her son have a pet?

"Might be a bit embarrassing to say this, but I think its bad for his psyche for him to torture those little manjuus. I get that he uses that to vent out stress, but I do believe it'll be better in the long run."

Attacked by a sudden turn of events, I was left stranded without knowing what to do. I stared at the woman, then back at the box in my arms, then back at the woman.

"How much was he going to pay you?" She asked me.

"300 Dollars..." I said, not really remembering the exact amount he said.

"Oh dear, he's growing some expensive tastes! I don't think I have that much money. Here, have this at least." She handed me a pair of hundred dollar bills, which I grabbed subconsciously.

"Well, sorry for wasting your time dear!" She turned and closed the door on me.

I wasn't exactly sure if I was mad at the fact that I didn't get the whole sum, or at the fact that I had to keep this yukkuri. It was probably the latter though.

I stormed into my car, throwing the box backwards and earning several "YUPII!"s, and "UNEAJY!"s. I flipped in my gabber disc and turned the volume up to max, resting my forehead against the wheel.

"Why are you doing this to me god?" I said, praying that someone up there would actually listen to me and give me some good luck for once.

There was, of course, the exit by ditching the yukkuri, but I was way to weak minded for that. That left the option of taking her back to the pet shop, considering the other option being driving all the way to the big city to sell it. And I wasn't going to take a 2 day long ride just to sell a pastry.

"You know what? Screw this responsibility shit, I'm over." I pulled out of the frontyard and stepped on the axel, sending the car racing down the thankfully almost empty road. The only other inhabitant of the road, a lone homeless person, gave me the finger as I sent a blast of wind at him as my car whizzed by.

I arrived at the parking lot where I'd park my car everyday I go to work, which incidentally happened to be the very place I found the yukkuri yesterday.

"Yu? Yu? Where isch Keine?" The little yukkuri said something intelligible for the first time since forever. The lisp was kind of annoying though. At least it was better than nonsense gibberish.

I pulled the box out, and was greeted by an unexpected sight. The bottom of the box was a damp brown color, slightly soaked to the touch. I turned my head towards the car, and saw that the seat had its share of this mystery liquid too.

And this mystery liquid could only be one thing.

"Ach! Piss!" I quickly put the box down in the pavement and checked my clothes for any liquid marks. Fortunately not seeing any, I quickly set to wiping the seat cushion with some wet tissues I kept in the car.

"These bloody things piss too?" Having no idea what to do with the yukkuri after cleaning the seat, I stood there awkwardly. I didn't want to poison or kill this thing by wiping it with some wrong kind of tissue.

"Jesus Christ, why the hell do these kinds of things happen to me?" I sighed.

"Yupii! Mishder please cwean-cwean Keine?" The yukkuri looked up at me. With puppy eyes. Goddamn puppy eyes. God-freaking-damnable puppy eyes.

What was I supposed to do? I'm a weak-minded person.