The 12th Fatui Harbinger

Infiltration

Her vision was blurring, and the little energy she gained from sleeping with Ayato seemed to be pouring out of her like a waterfall. 

Yuria exhaled sharply. "Shidare, I don't think this is working." 

Shidare squinted his eyes at her, checking to see if anything had changed. But taking a closer look for changes also meant taking a closer look at the beautiful creature in front of him. Seriously, even when she was frowning with her jaw clenched, Yuria was simply breathtaking. Shidare had lived well over a thousand years, and had seen countless beautiful beings, both human and youkai. While her mother was a close second, Yuria's beauty surpassed time and space. It was as if the gods used a special paintbrush or something to create her.

An angry poke to his side brought him out of his reverie. 

"Seriously?" Yuria looked up at him, with her cheeks puffed out in anger. It took all of his self control to not pinch her cheeks. 

He grabbed a strand of her hair from the back of her head. "Actually, it looks like you got one piece." Shidare said nonchalantly. 

Yuria frowned as she grabbed the piece of hair to take a close look. Shidare wasn't wrong. A three-inch segment of her hair was black. "But I need my whole head of hair to turn a different color if I want to disguise myself." She whined as she waived the black strands. "This-- this is useless."

Shidare stroked his chin. "I'm surprised you can't do it. It isn't necessarily a difficult trick... Plus the techniques you used to school those three losers were much more advanced." Shidare summoned his pipe to take a puff. 

"Hm..." Shidare paused. "How was the blue haired one you slept with recently?" Yuria groaned as she elbowed him on his side. It didn't hurt him at all. 

She dramatically rolled her eyes. "You mean my ex-- who you sort of made me sleep with? I'm still mad about that. Seriously, Shidare. Do you foxes understand the idea of consent?" 

Shidare sighed. "I'm talking about the quality of energy, my little half-breed. Remember what I said at the beginning? Different prey give different qualities of energy. And also---" He paused as he scoffed. "You ungrateful little brat. Do you realize you would have gone into heat while you were in the middle of that battle with 20 other men without me? You might have even asked for them to gangbang you at that point." He could hear Yuria try to angrily interject but he continued. "Seriously--- what's so hard about getting laid, little fox? You're insanely beautiful AND you work in the red-light district. I don't know how to make this any easier for you." 

Shidare instantly regretted saying those words. Although he erased her memory of that night, her body remembered. Yuria's tiny little frame began trembling at the mention of the Okiya and the red-light district. 

"What does my job have to do with any of this? I'm a Geisha for crying out loud. I don't sleep with my customers, and what if I don't want to just open up my legs for energy?!" Yuria said anxiously. 

"Well, if you don't want me to intervene with your energy levels, then just find someone--- anyone--- that'll have sex with you regularly. What the hell is wrong with you?" Shidare said angrily. Why couldn't Yuria just get it through her thick head? She was greater youkai. Yuria could make any man fall for her and she was just constantly starving herself. Every time he saw her, she was almost at the bottom end of her energy levels. For the first time in his existence, Shidare wished he was a stupid little human. So he could give her energy through sex. So he could continue to be her only food. 

"At this point, just go back to Emergency Food and ask him to fuck you! He certainly seemed down to do it!" Shidare hissed. 

Yuria knew Shidare came from different morals and principles as a kitsune. But the way he seemed to assume she would just enjoy sleeping with random men or be willing to have sex for the sake of energy... hurt her feelings. For the first time, Yuria could understand why her mother may not have wanted this kind of life for her. Just a little bit. "Do you just expect me to be some sort of whore?" She whispered brokenly. "I don't think you understand, Shidare. I spend my life objectified by men and belittled because of the way I look. And you're asking me to just carelessly objectify the one person that hasn't."