Maybe not such a good Idea.

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She answered his questions wordlessly, but to his liking.  For a second he made a move to go back up the stairs, but stopped when she started speaking.  He could tell she was scared, but didn't know what he could do about it.  He didn't want to do anything as demeaning as a collar, but she seemed intent on not being alone.  Inhaling sharply at the thought that he might as well make her as comfortable as possible before he had to kill her or something, he shook his head, "I'm just going to throw this away.  I'll be right back."  So as not to suffer her pleading or sorrowful stares, he hopped up the stairs, careful not to spill the glass, and left for a bit to dispose of the trash in some unused portion of the house, since he doubted there'd be any cans around.

He returned shortly, locking the door behind him as he descended.  "S-see, I'm back already," he failed at sounding confident.  He took his customary seat at the bottom of the stairs.  He had no idea what to say or do, but it suddenly occured to him that she'd been down here for about an entire day and night, so he hesitantly asked, "Say, um, do you need to go to the bathroom or anything?  Did you want to take a bath?"  There was an ulterior motive.  If she took a bath, she'd have to take off his sweatshirt, and he didn't just want to ask for it back while she was wearing it.

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Itsumi reached her hand at him and was about to speak again when he left.  She whimpered and curled up again.  He said he'd be back, right?  She waited patiently, hoping he would return.  He better not have been lying!  She found thinking about it, but then the door opened again and her ears perked up and she gazed up at the door when Kinich came back inside.  Phew...  She smiled a little when he reassured her with words and she nodded silently again.  Kinich then came down and sat by her again and she stared away, feeling a little awkward now.  Bathroom?  Well now that he mentioned it... B-bath!?  Her eyes shot up to him.  That sounded nice! A nice hot bath.  Mmmm.  She nodded quite eagerly at both questions.  She wanted a bath so bad, that she didn’t even think about what kind of bath it was.  For all she knew, he'd hose her down with cold water...  Speaking of which, She'd never bathed herself...  Her servants were there for that.  Another thing that wasn’t first in her mind.  Itsumi then stood and waited for Kinich to do anything at all.  She was getting impatient.

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All she did was nod.  "I don't think I'll need a leash, so just follow me.  The bathroom still kind of works."  He could pretty easily catch her again before she got out of the house, and he'd seen a bathroom earlier.  The window in it wasn't nearly big enough to climb through, just a slit with glass over it to let in a bit of natural light.  He could take her there and let her do what she had to while he guarded the door, which is what he did.  Keeping her in front of him, he directed her to the place.  Initially, he followed her into the smallish room.  The toilet was old and one of the kind that didn't need to be flushed.  The waste just kind of fell downward and away, probably to some kind of gutter elsewhere.  It was pretty gross in retrospect, but all they had available.  He checked the bathtub in a conjoined room.  It was connected to the smaller room with a toilet by means of a door.  After all, it was better not to let the smells from the toilet invade the bathing area.  Kinich had to grumble, then.  The water wasn't working.  He'd have to cart in water by bucket.  "He turned to Itsumi, "The water doesn't work, so I'll let you go to the bathroom first.  You can stay in the basement while I fetch water to fill the tub for you.  It'll take a while, probably, so you can at least do what you need to before that."  He left her in the bathroom and waited patiently outside.  The walls and doors weren't all that thick inside the house, so if she wanted to say anything, he'd be able to hear her.

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Itsumi was led to the bathroom and froze in fear upon walking in. Both her eye and nose were in shock. It was awful in here... Itsumi whimpered softly, backing into Kinich as she looked over the foreign room.  She was pushed further in when he checked the tub and just stood there hopelessly. Was he serious? Fill the tub by hand? Wait... More importantly, go to the bathroom here?? She looked over at the toilet again. Ewww! She REALLY didn’t want to, but its not like she had a choice. And she DID say she'd obey him. Itsumi was starting to regret it...  She just nodded. She'd suck it up and deal with it...hopefully...  

Kinich left her alone in the room while she did her business. She sat, looking at how filthy everything was and cringed. She didn’t even want to think about how dirty the seat she was sitting on was. She could barely breath in here.  And she could hear through the walls. There was no privacy. She felt like she was in public, squatting in front of everybody for them to see and hear. She was so embarrassed...  Once done, she wiped with whatever paper he had given her and came out, her face red with humiliation. She was quiet again for the next moment as she stood there before Kinich. "I-itsumi is finished..." she mumbled.

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He couldn't really sympathize with her because this was a really nice bathroom, especially if the water had worked.  The one he used at home was a ditch out back.  "All right," he said when she was finished.  "You'll have to wait back in the basement while I prepare your bath, so come with me."  He led her back to the basement, and ignored any of the complaining about that she may start.  He tried to work quickly, but it took him over an hour.  It would have been longer, but he'd lucked out.  He knew this house was a really wealthy place, but he hadn't counted on finding a magic powered stove in the kitchen.  With it, he could heat up the water without setting any fires, and there would be no smoke to let people know the house was in use.  He found the largest basin possible and started the process of ferrying boiling water to the tub.  The time would let the water cool down from scalding, so by the time it was full enough to use, the water was just about right.  It probably wasn't as hot as the water at her mansion, but he'd already spent more effort on this for her than he ever had on himself.  Of course, before all this, he'd made a quick trip out of the house to get soap and other things for the bath.

He returned to the basement door to let her know it was ready.  Kinich opened the door and led her back to the bathroom where he'd set everything up in advance.  Again, he sat outside the door to wait for her.  As he did, and after he'd heard her enter, he timidly asked, "When you're done, could I have my sweatshirt back?  I gave you a shirt, and I brought blankets and stuff for you to sleep on, so I'd like it back."

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Nooo! Not the basement again! She pouted and clenched her fists, whining softly as her eyes veered from him and focused on the floor. "Itsumi not want to go back there..." she begged softly. But he didn’t seem to care about what she wanted, and she found herself being dragged along, dangling behind to slow him down. She protested the whole way, but not wildly enough to become violent. She just trudged along, voicing her opinion as much as she possibly could to let him get the hint. She even offered to stay with him as he got the water. She could be tied to him even if it made him feel better. But being alone was the worst. She feared that the most. It wasn’t fair.

She cringed at the sight of the basement and protested one last time before she was forced inside. The door locked and she lowered her head. She let out a sigh and collapsed to her bottom and leaned back against the door again. It had been over an hour! Itsumi was beginning to wonder if he only said that to get her in here easier... She frowned and whined to herself, slouching against the door and she stared upward at the ceiling. Why her? What had she done to deserve this treatment? Why did Kinich hate her so?

The doorknob creaked and Itsumi's ear twitched and she turned to see just as the door was opened and she fell backwards as her backing moved. She blinked up at him. He wasn’t lying... Again with the dragging! She was pulled to her feet and she followed along, almost clingy this time, thankful to be out of the basement again. But he didn’t have to be so rough! Again, she found herself manually guided into a room and he closed the door behind her. Oooh! She glared at the door. She abruptly turned away and stomped off toward the tub. It was warm. She couldn’t help but smile softly at the relaxing sight and dipped her hand in. It felt nice. Shedding off her clothes quickly, her nekked little self slipped into the water without a second thought and she sighed, mmming softly and closed her eyes, ear flickering.

Her expression turned curious as he spoke to her. She shivered in surprise and listened. His shirt?? She frowned again, glaring, and glanced to the sweatshirt down on the floor beside her. "Itsumi will see...!" She said smugly in a huff like the shirt was hers now. She sounded cute when she was trying to be authorative. Her eyes wandered after a moment and she noticed the items layed out for her bath and she frowned a bit. He was so mean...yet so nice at the same time. He was confusing her poor little mind. If she was his hostage, why was he being so nice to her? She sat up and reached for the soap, staring at it in her petit hands and blushed. Realizing what she was thinking, Itsumi shook her head violently to rid those thoughts and she began washing.

Itsumi did manage to take her sweet time, didn’t she? Maybe it was spite. Getting him back for making her wait. Or maybe she was laving in it. Either way, the water would be cooling off by now and she would have to get out eventually. She had finished washing her body and was now rinsing her hair. Now all pruny, she stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel to dry off. She made an effort to stay as quiet as she could the whole time, just to keep Kinich wondering. Once as dry as she could get, she slipped back into the clothes he gave her, not wearing her bra and panties. They needed to be washed... And then there was the sweater. Itsumi put it on over the shirt and then scoped up her undergarments. She headed for the door now and tapped softly. "Itsumi...is done now..." she called softly, hand resting against the door.

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Kinich frowned at her officious tone.  We'll see indeed!  He was still in charge of the situation, still the captor.

Yet, she did take an awfully long time.  He could hear the water sounds echoing off the walls, but not much else.  It was kind of soothing, actually, and he hadn't gotten much sleep the night before.  It wasn't really all that surprising when he fell asleep as he sat against the door.  When Itsumi announced that she was done, the statement fell on deaf, dreaming ears.  As was the design of the door for the bathroom, the lock was only accessible from the inside, so there was nothing keeping her from opening the door herself, which would end up being inward.  Also, Kinich was not an especially loud sleeper, so it was doubtful that she would realize he was even still there if he didn't answer.

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There was no answer... Tilting her head curiously, she tried to listen with her one good ear, it flickering softly. Was he out there? Slowly, she placed her good ear on the door, hearing some faint sound of breathing, but barely, She frowned, pulling her head away to stare at the door in dismay. Was he...sleeping...?? Itsumi's eyes drifted to the door handle and her hand reached out for it hesitantly. She paused, taking a shaky breath, gripping it with a now shaky hand. Should I open it? She pondered for a moment, wondering if Kinich would get mad at her. But she told him she was done! And he didn’t answer! Her expression was a stubborn one now. That’s right! She built up her courage and turned the handle.

The weight on the door caused it to come open quickly, and the surprised Itsumi meeped as Kinich's body came inside. She jumped back a little, not expecting that in the least and almost lost the ability to stand. A wave of fright hit her, and she exhaled her gasp shakily, knees trembling. And through all that, the scared little Itsumi managed not to cry, and found her eyes falling upon the boy, making their way to his where she forced a soft, but timid smile. Clutching her dirty underwear against her, she tried to relax. He was just asleep on the door like she was...calm down...

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When the support behind him dropped away, his slumber dropped away as well.  It surprised him enough that his animal instincts kicked in.  As he rolled backward, he pushed into it and up so that he was standing on his hands, facing Itsumi upside down for a short moment before he rolled back the way he'd come and kicked up to his feet.  He had an aura of complete alertness for a bit before he turned and looked at the girl in his sweatshirt.  He almost immediately dropped back into his drowsy state and rubbed at his eyes with a forearm.  Kinich waved for her to exit the bathroom so he could lead her back to the basement with a yawn.

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The show of alertness Kinich just showed her was pretty scary to the tiny catgirl. It was almost like he could kill a man... He relaxed though, returning to the state Itsumi felt a little more comfortable with. With her tail low and between her legs, she watched him meekly, one ear tipped back submissively, the scarred one slightly handicapped. ...And there he was, commanding her again. But itsumi nodded obediently and walked past him, head low. She waited outside the bathroom for him to follow, and then mentioned about her dirty clothes. "U-um...Kinich...Itsumi's underwear es...dirty..." she mumbled softly and she blushed, holding the pretty little things tightly against her in her arms, that oversized sweatshirt only adding to her cuteness.

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"Kay," the boy mumbled, not really hearing what she'd said.  He was still trying to blink himself out of his fuzziness.  When they got to the door, Kinich had Itsumi precede him down the stairs as he closed the door behind him and lit the lantern he'd kept by the entrance.  He followed shortly after and plunked down onto the lower part of the steps.

It took him a moment, but eventually he cleared his head enough to register that Itsumi really was still wearing his favorite sweatshirt.  A little grumpy, as he was still technically tired, he stood and reached out to take ahold of the hood of it.  "I want my shirt back."  It was all he could get out as he pulled at the garment to get it over her head.  Being as cloth is, it wanted to take her undershirt with it, and as he raised it, he quite handily revealed that she had absolutely nothing underneath.  He got it all the to the lower part of her breasts before he let go like it was burning him.  "SWEET heavens!  GEEZ!" he yelled out in extreme surprise as a feeling as if a hot vice had wrapped around his heart and lungs squeezed any more words from him.  All he could do was gasp for breath and blush, gripping now the stairwell with a life or death urgency.

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Itsumi frowned as he blew off her comment, but followed quiet and obedient, all the way back to that dingy and dark basement, facing foward as he kept close behind. She sighed upon entering again, tail lowering as she heard that door close behind her. Alone again... Itsumi turned around, and blinked in surprise as Kinich was with her in the room still. What was it now?? Did she do something wrong?? She was a little worried, staring up at him cutely, hunching her shoulders and hiding her mouth a little in her oversized clothes. Those eyes watched carefully as he slowly came down with her, glad she wasn’t alone, but afraid that he might be angry again.

He sat and she whimpered softly, watching him still as he was close to her now. He was sleepy... Maybe it wasn’t a good time to repeat herself... "K-kinich...?" she asked meekly, just before he stood. She froze now as his hand came at her. What was he-??? She meeped as he grabbed a hold of the sweatshirt and began lifting it, taking her petit self with it. Instinctively, she dropped her underwear and lifted her arms to drop out before she was too far off the ground, and she stumbled surprisedly, eyes wide with confusion. He took her shirt with it....!! Itsumi came out of the shirt completely now as she went backwards, and her shocked eyes were on him, saying 'why??' before she came to and whipped her arms around her chest and dropped to the ground, closing her legs and sitting on her bottom on the cold concrete. She blushed darkly as Kinich yelled, closing her eyes tight and lowering her head, trembling in fear and humiliation.

Tears now shed down little Itsumi's cheeks again and she held back her cries, body shaking. "I-itsumi es s-sorry...!" she groveled frantically in a weak voice, forcing herself not to come out and cry.