I have been cooking my lunch during thirty minutes while I try to not remember I was with Tanuki inside my stomach, what was impossible for me. For my big surprise, he was alright with the plan; I am not feeling hungry anymore. I was cooking with desire and energy like I never had before. How is it possible? This is really incredible, but only this time. I hope to not do it again.

Rice, beans and liver with the onions I had brought along with the moving. By the grace of God I don't get confused when I cook or do my other kinds of necessities like clean house, wash dishes and clothes, organize studies, yoga time and other kind of exercises.

Yes! I can't forget my tea time, special moment for me. At least, I know that tea Tanuki loves and talking about him, if he is inside of me, how should I put him out? I already feel a rope on my neck to pull, the way I could put him out from me would be like each rope tied on my arms and legs and each one pulling in their direction, breaking my bones in pain.

All was prepared. The smell I breathe is sweet, tasty and enviable. This liver with onion is delicious only by the smell, the taste should be wonderful. How all was done, I go at bathroom to look me at mirror again and open my mouth to watch if there is some signal of him.

– Tanuki? – I try to call to him. – The lunch is done.

– Can I stay here for some minutes?

– No! – I shouted. – The purpose was for me to cook while you stay there and you should eat something.

– Alright, alright. I will go out. Keep this mouth open.

Literally stranger than never. Keep the mouth open is like I am at the dentist. Thinking twice, I believe Tanuki would love to watch a little my teeth for some seconds, literally a crazy raccoon. I was sunk in thoughts and theories about this situation that I didn't notice something scratches my throat inside, letting me uncomfortable. Quickly I saw something throwing out from my mouth, falling at ground and growing up, returning to his natural size. This was very fast and scary. I was very surprised that he literally jumped like if nothing happened with him, but his smell now is horrible, having me to block my nose. I didn't know that gastric juice has a disgusting smell together with wet fur of saliva. He turned a flea dog, deserving a complete bath if the perfumes can help to hide this smell.

– I was good there, Master. It's a comfortable place to stay – a perfect crazy, I thought. He says like all this was normal.

– Are you serious? – still with my hands on my nose. – Your smell is horrible. You should to take a bath right now.

– Alright, Master!

He unties the rope that holds his short in my front and open his clothes. I think strange that he doesn't use nothing to cover his upper body and I am noticing too that his short was indeed a kimono holding his legs like some people today uses the coat tied on waist. He throws the kimono and gets with his underwear. From nose, I have to block my eyes now. I wasn't prepared to see a naked fat body.

– Where is the river, Master?

Forget! I had to open my eyes to look at him. He still thinks he is in Japan, at village full of farms, houses with harvest, trees that adorn each path, fruits and river to supply the city. I grab his arm, pull him into the shower and ask to undress his exotic underwear. He answers with nothing; undresses his underwear at moment I turn on the shower, the water still cold and surprising him with screams and fur burning. For he is a discovery that the water comes from a big rectangle object linked with white pipes. He even tried to cover his face from the "waterfall" above him, shaking his agonized fat body and still screaming. I put my hand and the water got hot.

Come on! He was in my stomach. There should be hotter than a shower.

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Finally I took a bath on him. Unfortunately I don't have clothes for his size and I don't know where I should get with someone if not at store. Literally he should use GG (X for some countries, I think). I grab his clothes to put at dirty clothes bucket. For my surprise, his clothes don't smell bad or sweat; all seems clean and in perfect state for someone who was locked inside of vase such years. Well, for a while, he is covering his parts with a towel I gave to him. About the clothes at actual day, he needs some modern clothes if he wants to go out from my apartment and go at park, at market, walk around here, whatever he wants.

Let these thoughts for after, Vanz. It's time we have a lunch and I pull him at table. I had put plates, cutlery that are weird instruments for him (fork and knife) and the food warm and ready in pans: rice, beans, liver and a good salad (I have no idea how many times I said it all). He wasn't confident with the food, even the smell being delicious – for me. I know rice he eats. Rice is literally universal. The rest we discover.

– Sit, Tanuki.

I invite him to sit at chair while I prepare his plate. The funnier is he looking at cutlery with weird face, confused in how to handle them and imagining if he will like. I try to help him, showing how to hold fork right. I noticed it's more difficult to teach and show than learn. When I become father I will have a difficult task. I try to move his hand to catch the food and take it until his mouth. He was shaking his hand, what was being very difficult for me to guide him, but finally he gave the first bite, beginning with the classic: rice. I was looking at his face hopeful he would enjoy and I watch he was chewing with a feeling of "this food is weird" or "disgusting". By his face, is difficult to say if he is liking or not, but I can't take the guilt for me. He isn't in Japan anymore; he should learn the culture of my country and adapt his likes. I know he is literally old with a young face and with a fat body, but he can't live in his imagination and remember the old good times he lived in the forest with his family and friends eating leaves, bamboo, rice, vegetables, tea, the wind of world blowing and so on.

I admit the part of wind should be wonderful.

He swallowed the first bite facing with a closed face, like he was sucking lemon, but without being sour. I was looking at him without idea what to speak, only waiting his opinion about my lunch.

– And so? – I provoked to hear the answer. – What did you think?

He looked at plate with food and after to me, after to the place he was, searching for words or where to run. I have no idea what he was thinking. He looked at me, filled his belly with air and replied.

– It's...a little... salty!

– Salty? – I was waiting for another answer. – I should had put a lot of salt.

– No! It's tasty! I loved!

His eyes shined with an incredible bright that I was scared if it was going to contaminate me with cuteness or if the pans will get empty with him eating a lot. But my reply for him was a kind smile, relieved he liked the food and he can eat without problems.

– I want more of your rice, Master – he joined his arms with a palm.

– Wait! You should prove the bean, liver and salad.

He looked down at food and all the joy disappeared fast with my comment. At least, he didn't complain; he tried to hold the fork like I taught and tried to catch the bean mixing with rice. I know rice he likes. With difficulty to hold the fork, he gave another bite on the lunch, tasting again. Now his face, in fact, was the answer of he isn't liking so much. Even I don't know how to describe these foods from Brazil. I just know to say this is salty, this other is sweet and other, bitter.

– It's strange – he replied after the swallow. His eyes weren't shining how I thought.

– It's usual. With the time you begin to like and you don't have other option. You passed long years locked inside of my grandfather's porcelain vase without what to eat, what to drink and without place to sleep comfortable – also, is a good point to think. – I have no idea how you lived all your entire life inside of a vase hungry. Also, are you hungry?

– I don't feel hungry, Master.

I just know when I heard this complete and extraordinary phrase, all my mind and senses stopped replying.

– I forgot to say it. I am immortal. I don't feel hungry, thirst or sleep, but I don't lose the opportunity to eat, drink or sleep.

I wasn't feeling my body moving; one of my eyes was blinking, my fingers poking instantly on the table and my soul burning in angry with this Japanese furball. The plate I prepared for him, the minutes I passed cooking for us, the caress I did for him and now I receive this wonderful secret that he never feels hungry, thirst and neither sleep, but he would do all these and the others necessities without problem. Also, I was his master and I was preparing my hands to strangle him.

Calm, Vanz! Don’t lose your mind with it. Breathe, relax and scream when you can.

– I imagined. Are you telling me that you can't feel hungry, thirst and sleep?

– Yes, Master. – He smiles like I am not freaking out.

– And did I put the lunch for you without hungry?

– Without hungry. Why?

– WHY?

I shouted again. I lost my control with an incandescent desire to smash him or even throw my table, forgetting I have neighbors at apartment. I prepared this lunch with a disgusting feeling I ate him alive and now I hear that he doesn't have the necessity to eat and take care of his body.

– Alright, so – I sighed. – I will prepare my plate. But I hope you enjoy the lunch I cooked.

At least I know that I don’t need to prepare a lunch for two. What lets me more uncomfortable is his smile. Impossible to escape from this.