The Light of my Life

Market Mishap

Soon the manager and model were in Kamakura proper. Arriving at the supermarket Tamotsu would pull into the parking area. Stepping out of the vehicle he would reach his left hand up to his neck and loosen his tie. Looking towards the side passenger door he would wait for Illyana to step out. The woman was donning her 'disguise' which was just a pair of shades and a hat, so once she was dressed she would step out from her side. She looked over to Tamotsu, who was checking his phone. That was normal, but what was not was the frown on his face. Usually he was only annoyed if it was something concerning her and, honestly, there has been a lot of that lately.

"Are you okay?" Her soft voice called as she peeked over the door, Tamotsu's hand coming up to rest against it so it didn't swing back into her face, or further out into another car.

"Hmm?" He tucked his phone away, sliding it into his pocket much like a card player slipped a suit back into the deck. "Of course my dear. It just seems grandfather was visiting the shop and overspent his allowance." He smiled. "A bit problematic when there's a house budget."

"O-oh." She closed her door and moved to stand beside Tamotsu. Crossing her hands in front of her she would look up to the man.

His face was always so expressive. She never understood why people said he had no feelings and always had the same angry face. Though his smiles were soft they were there. She liked that about him, just how subtle his expressions were. He was always honest about how he felt, even if he wasn't straight forward. He seemed the kind to always try and handle things himself, independent and responsible.  He would make a good husband because he was not only quite good at household chores like cooking and laundry, he was also able to manage his time and always got his work done. She was jealous of Liu and in some instances found herself wishing she was born a male, even if only to have his love for a little while. Still... That didn't mean she was unsatisfied being his friend. If anything she's thankful for the way he treated her. She wasn't a delicate doll or a child. He treated her like a woman should be and sometimes it was very embarrassing because it made her feel emotions. The kind that made a Vampir want to covet.

She reached her hand to her chest and clenched her fist. Pushing away the selfish desire she would press herself close to Tamotsu, pulling his arm into hers.

"Does that mean we can't shop?" She really wanted to experience that sort of mundane thing with him.

Growing up where everything was done for you, being able to experience these little things meant quite a lot for someone who yearned to be a housewife.

"Oh," Tamotsu smiled and reached up to fold his left arm in to anchor her hold. Patting the top of her hand with his right he would chuckle. "No, it just shortens our grocery list. Shall we?"

"Yes!"

She and Tamotsu would walk down the aisles together. She was left to push the cart while the manager navigated the familiar shop. Illyana would intently watch as he went through the stock. He was a meticulous person who took care to read through the writing of the packaging and weighed the pros and cons of each purchase with the diligence of a treasurer.

He looked like a real husband. They looked like a real couple! Illyana sighed. Tamotsu had not noticed her close observation of his habits. He was still irritated by the message he received so threw his all into his item selection. He wanted to make sure Illyana didn't eat anything strange while she was over. He was still in charge of her health and Liu and his terrible eating habits would not affect her. Regardless of anything she still had a show tomorrow night and would need to be in top condition.

The message wouldn't normally bother him as it wasn't anything out of the ordinary for his household. But it seems this time around he would need to leash his grandfather in the yard. It seems on his earlier visit to Akihabara he was unable to resist picking up what he claimed to be a limited edition, first release collector's item of an ARTFXJ figure statue from some crappy harem anime about some hikkimori introvert with the personality of a broom that has numerous, large-chested monster girls, fall in love with him. A bland series with blander character development and reused characters.

While Tamotsu lamented over which package of curry rice was better, Illyana would look down the aisle and notice the ice cream freezer nearby. She looked over to Tamotsu who still seemed to be deciding. Tapping her finger against her lips the woman would fight between going to take a peek and staying. Well she was just going to be right across from the aisle. Leaving the cart beside Tamotsu she would walk a few feet away and peer into the freezer. Tamotsu's eyes would lift to watch her walk off. When it looked like she was still near he returned to his annoyance.

"Shit, it pisses me off...." He muttered.

He wasn't a sensible man when it came to his culture. If he had even caught a glance of the object in question he would feud with his grandfather for his tasteless love of trash. He couldn't let Illyana see that side of him. He'd have no other alternative but to kill Liu and his grandfather, then himself.

While Tamotsu contemplated whether or not he should just leave the two other men tied in the yard all week, Illyana slid open the freezer door and would spot her favorite icy treat! It was a cup of ice cream that had two flavors and cream on top! With her eye on the prize the young woman would lean into the freezer and snag one from its shelving.

"Eep!" She jumped back when she felt something brush up under her skirt. She reached behind her legs to push down her hem with both hands, the ice cream falling to the floor.

The couple were being watched for a while by a pair of young men. One was a Human and the other one appeared to be a Bull Demon, by the curled horns on his head and bull tail lashing behind him. Normally it was expected to keep one's Human guise on, but some Demons liked to show off parts of their heritage for fashion or, as intimidation. They were freshmen from the college nearby and had stopped in to get some more noodles, but they were blessed with the vision of a lovely beauty and a flimsy looking businessman entering the supermarket. With few words between each other they would tail the pair, occasionally putting this and that in their cart. They continued to wait for their chance, but the two never separated. Finally it looked like the woman had gone to rummage through the freezer on her own while the dullard of a suit focused on some instant curry. The Human nudged the Bull Demon who grinned. They moved together, side by side. The Bull was casually pushing the cart while the Human tucked his hands in his pockets. Once they began to pass the Human reached out and flipped Illyana's skirt, moving to place his hand on the back of her thigh and buttocks. He hustled to move back to the Bull's side, his hands right back in his pockets. They heard the woman shriek and couldn't help but chuckle.

Illyana's eyes let off a bright glow as molten gold seemed to flow into the claret pools.

"Haha!" The Human male laughed and patted the Bull's shoulder.

"It's too bad..." He was sad he didn't get to cop a feel, but the next one would be his. "Hurk!" The Bull let out a strangled moo.

Illyana had rushed the pair and snapped her hand over the Bull's horns before pulling him back and slamming him against the ground. The Demon wasn't given even a moment to realize what had happened before Illyana pulled her leg up so she could slam her foot down as hard as she could into the Bull's throat.

"Lily!" Tamotsu's voice caused the woman to freeze.

She glanced up into his direction, not retreating from her pose. Her eyes had taken on a honey color that looked like a pool of yellow fire. The man calmly placed the selected curry into the cart and would push it over before holding his gaze on the woman. He looked at her while she stared him down, the two quietly fighting for position on the matter. It was her body, but it was his job to protect her reputation. For many it was well worth the trouble, but she didn't want to trouble Tamotsu... She lowered her foot, stomping it beside the Bull's head, leaving the ground beside him sunk in as the tiling cracked and split from the force alone.

"Heee!" The Bull was sweating.

"Hey!" The Human shouted. "What the hell is wrong with you!? Who do you think you ar-urk!" Tamotsu's right hand wrapped around the male's throat.

"Shhh shhh. Don't ruin this by talking." The manager said, eyes sternly staring at the younger man whose face was twisted in confusion and pain.

"Hey, what's going on here?" The ruckus had been heard and a worker had come by to see the man strangling another. "What are you doing? Stop!"

Tamotsu smiled. "Oh, certainly. Let me put him down..." The choked Human rapidly shook his head, realizing the Japanese Tamotsu just spoke carried a double meaning.

Raising his arm, lifting the groper off the ground, Tamotsu would slam him down on the Bull as if he was nothing more than refuse, taking out his frustrations out on the men. He did not stop there and would pull his leg back and kick the two men down the aisle. After the bodies slammed into the distant fridge Tamotsu would adjust his vest's collar and sleeve, the worker now too afraid to come close. The manager glanced over to the worker and motioned his hand.

"Would you mind cleaning up this trash? Oh and call the police. They molested my girlfriend." The worker hesitated for a moment. "Now." With a startled sound they would hurry off to call the police. "Honestly. Service these days..."

"I could have handled it..." Illyana crossed her arms over her chest.

Walking over Tamotsu reached up to lovingly pinch her cheeks. "Oh my dear sweet Illyana. As much as I would have liked to see you crush his throat beneath your heel... we don't need a murder conviction when your show is tomorrow. Shall we pay and go home?"

The Vampir would whine a bit but nod and smile when Tamotsu patted her head.

"Good girl. Let's go." He motioned his hand, the two now heading to the register.