Extracting a confession

"So, I've been watching him, and I'm certain he's glanced my way a few times." Ketsueki began, thinking of the young initiate at the college. Yes, he was shy, but she could see the lust in him. It radiated strongly from him, and his constant hurried glances away when she caught him looking had confirmed her thoughts. All she would have to do would be to ask him, and naturally he would confess. "I'm going to tell him I know."

"That's it?" Bonnie laughed. "Seriously, that's your plan?"

"Watch me, I know it will work." Ketsueki smiled confidently. "He has dinner every night at the same spot. We meet him there before the play, and I just... ask him."

Bonnie slid her arm into Ketsueki's and rolled her eyes.

"Whatever you say, my dear sweet virginal demon," Bonnie laughed, guiding her towards the door. "I love the jacket, by the way. But really, what are you going to ask him about?"

"Oh, about that letter I got in my box at school," Ketsueki smiled.

"You didn't get a letter at school," Bonnie pointed out, reflecting that her friend had said nothing of the sort over the past several weeks while on their night time excursions.

"I know that. And you know that. HE doesn't know that. And when he hears that I have an admirer, he'll swoop in and confess, and then I'll of course take him back to my place and bind him to... ahem..." Ketsueki cut off her speech with a slight embarrassment. "This isn't as bad as the time I suggested reading the entrails of that dog, seriously. I'm getting better."

The two of them rapidly moved down the streets of the small walled city. While cobblestone and wood were the main paving materials, occasionally an ancient concrete section would catch the eye. Around here, people used them as a bit of a guide, and the most famous path in town was known as the "Yellow Mark Road". That was the path that Bonnie and Ketsueki followed, avoiding the last beams of the sun as they shone through the buildings.

"There he IS..." Squealed Ketsueki, unable to contain the excitement as her eyes lit upon the young initiate, sitting down to a small meal outside of what looked like a communal mess. It was one, in fact, and Bonnie and Ketsueki noted numerous people coming up with a small amount of food, getting it cooked by one of the smiling clerks and tipping a small amount, then sitting down at a nearby counter or table.