Shigetoshi opened the sliding door to the kitchen and stopped. He blinked once, then twice. The young man wasn't sure what he was seeing was correct. He hesitantly stepped forward and the food remained where it was. It was ornate, and some of it cute. He looked around as if he could see who had done it, even though the room was empty except for him. He looked over anything a few times and no matter how much he counted, the portions were correct. He shook his head amazed. He grabbed a few dishes and started taking them out to the dining room. On his second trip he noticed one of the plates had a note under it. He picked it up and as soon as he saw his name he knew who must have done it.

But how? And why? Shigetoshi worried his lower lip as he looked at the plate of food. His stomach twisted a little. With the new revelation he didn't know if it was hunger or guilt. Everytime he though he understood Tatsuki the guest would do something totally opposite and leave him feeling so disoriented. Shigetoshi lingered over the note and plate before he tore himself away to continue to move the rest of the plates. When he was finished he rang the bell and waited. 

As he waited he couldn't help but glance over at the plate, his plate, next to where Tatsuki sat yesterday. Ancestors, he was mixed up. But there was no more time to second guess himself. The first guest trickled in. He needed to make sure everyone was satisfied before he thought of himself. Or of himself and Tatsuki. Shigetoshi noticed Tatsuki slip in and almost said something, but the foreigners came in next. 

The Innkeeper smiled at them and to his relief they took seats and began to eat their food. Though the same man from earlier smiled at Shigetoshi, making him blush. That man had a sinful look about him. He smiled back before he looked away. If the foreigner was really signalling what Shigetoshi thought he was signalling. But the young man quashed that line of thought. Following it had already gotten him into trouble once. He wasn't about to do it again. [/i]Ancestors, please let them leave soon.[/i] And he wasn't thinking of everyone, just two.

And then no one needed him. He cast his gaze back over to Tatsuki and the plate he laid for himself. Would it be okay? Shigetoshi almost hesitated, but his stomach made a hungry noise and the looks the other guest gave him sent him to the spot he left for himself.

"Can I sit here?" Shigetoshi felt a fool for asking, but he couldn't just make himself sit.