This choice: Kawakami props her feet up and rests, waiting for a reply from Akira. • Go Back...Chapter #9Isn't it Ironic? by: Frost   After cleaning up one thing in Akira's room, Kawakami decided to take a break. What could she say? Her master spoiled her into complacency. If he didn't want her slacking off all he had to do was just be more assertive about it. Maybe he'd learn a life lesson from that. Every moment was a teaching moment, after all.
She slipped her shoes off and kicked her feet up on the coffee table, crossing her ankles. The cold autumn air felt great on her feet after being stuffed in those uncomfortable heels. Checking her phone, Kawakami began to suspect something was odd. Surely, he wouldn't leave her in the dark like this, especially after trusting her with the health issues of Sojiro's daughter.
Down on the coffee table, Morgana couldn't believe his luck. The maid had unwittingly provided him an escape route. All he had to do was run across the maid's legs and get on the couch. He could then work from there and choose a suitable hiding place. The shrunken cat crossed the bridge that consisted of Kawakami's legs with relative ease, making his way to the couch cushion and finding a sprawled out figure not too far from Kawakami.
"M-Mona?!" Ryuji cried, feeling a surge of hope from seeing another teammate.
"Skull? Great, of all the people!" Morgana ran over to him. "Whatever, I guess you'll do."
Ryuji clenched his hands into fists. "Screw you, cat!"
"Where are the others?" Morgana asked.
Ryuji sulked. "I watched Yusuke fall off the couch, and I'm guessing the others are still around where they were when this all started."
Morgana nodded. "I guess we'll just have to wait here and keep an eye out for them."
"I say we should go look for them."
"And I don't want to die," Morgana shot back.
"We're going!"
"We're staying!"
***
Instead of having to climb the wooden legs of the couch, the shrunken group rejoiced at the convenient positioning of Kawakami's shoes and skirt. The former served as a ramp, leading up to her skirt, which covered the rest of the distance to the couch cushions. For the first time tonight, Kawakami's presence turned out to be helpful.
"It seems she'll be distracted enough for us to get on the couch," Akira noted. "Come on, we don't have much time."
One by one, the shrunken teenagers began to climb up the shoe, scaling the toe section, and making their way up the gradual slope. However, one lagged behind, staying on the floor.
"Inari, what gives?" Futaba asked, looking down on him from the tip of the shoe. "We're all supposed move together."
"I can't," Yusuke said, stoically, his hand on his chin.
Futaba crossed her arms. "Why not?"
"The irony."
Futaba scowled. "What the heck are you talking about?"
Yusuke shook his head, a slight smirk on his lips. "I'm not surprised you don't understand."
"Inari..." Futaba growled, gritting her teeth. She hopped down from the tip of the shoe to join her teammate on the floor. "Come on, let's go!" She pulled at him with all her force, yet he remained immobile.
"No," he answered simply, positioning his fingers in a way to frame the giant maid above them. "I must capture this moment in my mind while it's still relatively safe. Who knows when I'll get another chance?" He began to bend and contort his body to get different angles of Kawakami. "Ah, she puts on a youthful and cheery facade, yet the bags under her eyes betray her. She is clearly resigned and exhausted. She believes she is providing a helpful service, yet she is endangering us all. I've been searching for something rich with ironic layers such as this. It will serve as wonderful inspiration to my art."
Futaba grabbed Yusuke's arm and tried to pull him again to no avail. "It would be ironic if you died here."
Yusuke pursed his lips. "I fail to see the irony. It would be a tragedy, yes, but not irony. Although, if you had mentioned that my art is my reason for living, and if I were to perish in service of my art, then that would be the true irony."
"Just shut up and come with me!" Futaba yelled. "Geeze, you're heavy. What do you eat?"
"Bean sprouts," Yusuke answered casually. "Water, too."
"We need to get some real food in you when we get out of this," Futaba groaned. She looked over her shoulder and noticed that the others were now already far ahead. "Come on, we're gonna get left behind!"
"Fine," he conceded, moving towards the shoe everyone else was climbing. "Although, remind me to ask Akira for the maid service's phone number. She'll make an excellent model."
Futaba shook her head as she followed Yusuke. "Just keep it in your pants for now, Inari."
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