Hello! I am Feral Coyote Daryll, or Daryll for short. I am a fan of anime, Dog Days being my favorite anime. And I like to write, so I decided to write this fanfiction. I hope you enjoy this!
*EDIT: I AM GOING BACK AND FIXING ANY GRAMMATICAL, SPELLING, AND OTHER ERRORS I HAVE MADE. IF YOU'RE JUST NOW READING THIS, I MADE MISTAKES I NEEDED TO FIX.
Chapter 1: The First Meeting
"I'm heading to the store. Do you want anything?" a young man asked, grabbing his keys and wallet. He was only 18, with black hair and hazel eyes. Weighing in at 53.7 kilograms, he was a bit light, despite having an average build at 179.3 centimeters tall. His name was Daryll J. Winchester.
"Can you grab some milk and orange juice while you're there?" his mother asked, the young male grabbing his headphones, cell, and his knife, strapping it to his outer pocket.
"Okay. I'll be back in a while," Daryll replied, walking out the front door. They lived across from the grocery store, so he preferred to walk there instead of contribute to pollution, even during the summer months, which would begin next month. He unlocked his phone, and going to his music app. He scrolled down until he saw the song Don't You Worry Child by Swedish House Mafia feat. John Martin, and pocketed his phone, throwing his hood up. He walked to the store using the better lot path, even though it was slightly longer. He was the one to usually play it safe when it came to walking at night. Daryll entered the store about twelve minutes later, as the light was a dick and took forever to change. Grabbing a basket, he walked over to the soda and water isle, grabbing some Neuro Water, preferring the one labeled Bliss as that one was his favorite. He then headed to grab the two items his mother asked him to grab, putting them in the basket he grabbed. Going to the check out, he walked over to the self checkout machines, doing everything he needed to.
He grabbed his bags, walking out as a song ended, hearing someone. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he removed his headphones to listen closely. Hearing a female plea, he knew something bad was about to happen. He rushed behind the store, as that is where he determined the girl was. He saw two larger men that had her pinned to the wall, Daryll entering fight or flight. He was a natural fighter, but not that great with gymnastics, so he couldn't pull off the cool looking moves he saw in movies and TV shows. He rushed one, and since we was light on his feet, they never heard him coming. He threw his body into one of the men, knocking him off balance, causing him to fall and hit a metal cover to what looked like a generator. His friend looked to see what happened, and had a knife to his neck.
"Back up. Or would you rather feel the cold sting of death?" Daryll threatened, the man he knocked down getting him into a headlock, his knife on the floor.
He saw the man in front of him pick up his knife, examining it before smiling. Looking at Daryll, he seemed cocky, considering the position he was in. As the man was about to stab him, Daryll flipped the man over, the knife entering the leg of the first man, letting out a scream of pain. Daryll roundhouse kicked the man who was about to stab him, and went for his knife, pulling it out of the man's leg, stabbing the other man's shoulder, causing another scream of pain.
He looked at the girl, who was out cold. Ripping the knife out, he replaced it, and grabbed the girl, picking her up bridal style. He ran right for the light, and didn't bother waiting. Luckily it was green, so he wasted no time in sprinting through the now yellow light, making it as it turned red. He rushed to the front door, nearly kicking it in, as he opened it with his foot, his mother turning around only to see a quickly glimpse of him as he was already going up the stairs. He entered his room, removing his shoes. He removed the blanket off his bed with his foot, and placed her on his bed. He checked cor a pulse, find one. It was there, making him sigh in relief. He then felt her forehead, and it was burning up. He quickly soaked a clean rag with cold water, wringing it out a bit, and placed it on her forehead, his mother seeing a little blood on his arm and face. She then saw then girl on his bed, knowing what he doing. He checked her body for any form of ID, finding nothing. He grabbed his camera, taking a picture of her, going to his computer. Taking out the micro SD card, he inserted it into the computer, and did a reverse image search, getting nothing. He growled a bit, as he was sure someone was out here worried about the girl he had just saved from what he knew was going to damage her. He took out the SD card and put the micro SD card back in his phone. He however didn't look too close at the picture, and simply dragged the image icon into the search engine.
Daryll looked at the girl. Her brown and blonde hair was certainly interesting, as was her clothing, as it reminded him of under armor for metal armor to be worn on it. He grabbed his blanket and put it on top of her, knowing that some warmth was better than nothing. He looked at his knife, adding the crimson blood on it. He thought about wiping it off, but something stopped him from doing so, as he simply put it on his dresser, which was on the other side of his room compared to his bed.
"I assume you left the food at the store?" his mother asked as he sat down.
"Fuck," Daryll groaned, not wanting to go back.
"I'll go to the store. Just make sure that you take care of her. Call her parents once she wakes up," his mother told him.
"Hai," Daryll answered, sitting up, looking over the girl he had just brought home. He rarely spoke Japanese, but he knew how to speak it fluently as he planned on moving to Japan once he saved up enough money.
***Two Days Later***
The girl started to open her eyes, remembering being thrown into the side of a wall. She jolted up, feeling a rag fall from her forehead and onto a blanket she was on.
"Please take it slow. You had a fever, so try not to move too much," she heard a voice say. She turned do the voice, seeing a black haired man, who was sitting in a chair.
"Where am I?" she asked.
"My room. After I fought off those two, I brought you here out of instinct. I'm Daryll Jethro Winchester. Daryll or Jethro is fine," Daryll introduced himself. "Care to tell me your name? I'm sure your parents are worried."
Daryll was now at his computer, ready to type in a name.
"Jaune Clafouti. J-A-U-N-E C-L-A-F-O-U-T-I," she informed spelling out her name, Daryll typing it in, finding few results, none being how she spelt it.
"Strange. I couldn't get a hit on the image search either. I tried to find out who you were by preforming a reverse image search, and didn't get a hit. And you don't have any kind of ID on you either," Daryll informed.
"I wouldn't be surprised. I'm not from here," Jaune informed.
"But the image search should have at least had one hit, even if it were a school year book photo," Daryll explained. "And even your name should have a few dozen hits, since people have similar names to about two or three other people in the world."
"Would you believe me if I told you I was from a different world?" Jaune asked.
"It's more likely that your birth record was burnt, but there would have been a digital copy somewhere," Daryll denied.
"It's the truth. Something happened during an attack that sent me here. Do you know of a way to send me back?" Jaune asked.
"I don't. Though I'll try my best to help you. Better than asking a scientist or government official in this word. Luckily, I'm studying physics at the college. I could have you tag along as it would be truly boring to sit inside all day. After that, we look into any possibilities we have. Do you know of anything that could help us?" Daryll spoke.
"I don't. I've never been to this world. It shouldn't even be possible to be honest," Jaune answered.
"Yet here you are. I have rest of the day off. I can answer questions you have to the best of my ability," Daryll smiled.