Is it Wrong to pick up Girls in a Dungeon
Fanfiction: Familia Plus One.
I do not own the manga, anime, or concept of 'Is it Wrong to Pick up Girls in a Dungeon'. My OC's are not intended to reflect or imitate any person, living or dead.
Wyntir dodged to the left, his coat waving in the breeze left in the wake of his opponent's attack. He drew his blade as he scoffed, and mentally berated himself for letting his guard down. He was still in the Labyrinth. even if he was on the way back up, and on the second floor, he still needed to be aware.
The thin blade whistled as he slashed at the large lizard-like monster, and his scabbard came up to deflect an attack from the other, slightly smaller monster. These were Scale-Backs. a low tier monster, just a few levels above the slimes and small bugs on the first floor of the dungeon.
Standing about 3-feet tall at the largest point of their crested head, they looked like Geckos with some wide, broad scales on their backs arranged in a mimmicry of a tortise shell. While their spiked tounges were a nuisance, and their saliva was a low grade poison, these creatures were realively weak. a single good strike to the throat, or upper part of the smooth, scale-less underbelly would dispatch them, leaving a small crystal behind.
He moved, and frowned, as one of the creatures tongues latched on to his scabbard, and pulled. his scabbard was part of the blade, as his grandfather had taught him. it was only right, after all, to use both halves of a swordcane as a single weapon.
Despite his pulling, the Scaleback's sticky, toxic saliva had a firm grip on his cane-end, and the larger of the two lizard-like monsters was coming in for a second attack, rearing up to use it's short, but sharp fore-claws to try and rip chunks from this adventurer who had come across them.
Wyntir, inhaled, and thrust his blade forward, the sharp tip of his sword easily pentrating the throat of the creature, now that it was raised up. He felt as the sword tip penetrated flesh, and soft skin alike, until a solid tap traveled up the blade and to his arm. Allowing himself a small smirk, in knowing that he had just hit the Creature's crystal, Wyntir pulled his sword back just before the larger monster burst into soot and ash.
With a downward slash, he severed the tounge of the second Scale-back, and then, slashed again, at the under belly, as the monster reared back from the pain, and recoil of having its tongue cut off.
Wyntir Breathed out slowly, as the second monster burst as well. He felt the change in weight as the barbed end of the tounge came loose from his scabbard, and then tucked the wooden cudgel under his arm. He pulled a small rag from one of the inner pockets on his coat, and wiped off his blade, freeing it from any soot residue, and then slid the blade home in his weapon.
Taking a moment to tidy himself, Wyntir adjusted his tie, and made sure his suit coat and vest were ligned up right. Many adventurers mocked him for going into the dungeon in a three piece suit, even with the solidly built boots he wore in lieu of dress shoes. Wyntir didn't listen to them. His father had taught him to be a gentleman first, above all else.
His suit was a light grey color, with a redish tinge to the inside lining. His shirt was a medium shade of blue, which paired well with both his suit, and the silver tie he wore. With large pockets on both his suit jacket, and his trousers, he also had two pockets inside each side of his jacket, and three pockets on his vest, although the vest pockets were smaller than any of his other pockets.
Wyntir stood just a little taller than most teenaged boys he knew, at about 5'4". he was half a head taller than anyone in his Familia. Lean and lithe, Wyntir was what his grandfather called a 'bean-pole-body'. His dark auburn hair was kept short, and neat. steely grey eyes looked out from over his sharp nose, and his skin was somewhere between sunkissed, and pale.
As he gathered the crystals, he noticed something else, a small spiked fruit-ish object. it took only a moment to realize that is was the barbed end of the tounge of one of the monster he had fought. Bell Cranel, his only brother in the Familia of Hestia would be jealous. Neither one had gotten a drop item yet. Tucking the crystals and item into his pockets, he sighed. It wouldn't be much longer before he would be carrying more than he could fit into his pockets, as many as there were.
He pulled his pocket watch from it's place on his vest, and checked the time. he still had a few hours until it would be dark in the sky over the city surrounding the Labyrinth. if he made good time the rest of the way up, then he could drop off the crystals, and make it back in time to eat dinner with his new Familia. It had only been Two weeks since he and Bell had been taken in by the kind Kami, Hestia-Sama. Two weeks before that, he and Bell had met on the road coming into town, and become instant friends. The two had shared the expenses at the inn, gone from Familia to Familia, looking for a place to call home.
A soft rumbling, cracking sound brought Wyntir out of his thoughts.
"Just my luck," he muttered aloud to no one other than himself. "I would come across a spawning ground of these things."
Scale-Backs were not overly dangerous when you were facing one or two, and any wide area spell would take them out quickly en masse. the issue here, was that Wyntir didn't know any wide area spells, and that there seemed to be well over ten Monsters spawning. The creatures hatched from the cave-like walls of the Labyrinth, with their strongest parts facing out. Wyntir's blade was thin and well sharpened, but even so, he couldn't penetrate the shell-like scales of the creatures backs as he was now.
As the first one of the newly spawned monsters lifted it's head and let out a hiss off aggression, Wyntir drew his sword once more, and prepared to fight.
Surface Streets, 2 Hours later.
Wyntir raised an eyebrow as he continued walking towards the offices where Eina-san, the Half-elf assigned to both him and Bell worked.
There was a trail of blood splatters going towards the building. Some of the merchants had been cleaning random spots off their stalls, snickering to themselves about something. He hadn't asked, as he was quite tired.
It had been a long day in the dungeon even before the Scale-Backs had fought with him.
Wyntir and Bell had tried going into the Labyrinth as a party on their first day, but their styles of combat had differed so much from one another, that they got in each other's way. They also had different ideas as to how they should go about their adventures.
Bell wanted to get a deep as he could as fast as he could. Wyntir, however, was methodical, and patient. He had no issue with going slowly enough to gather large amounts of the smaller crystals dropped by weaker monsters. Sure, there were few enough of them early on, since higher level adventurers had to go through the upper levels to get to their goal floors in the deeper parts, but monsters spawned often enough to make sure there were crystals for all.
There was a flow to the dungeons. Early in the morning, there would be a large influx of people, Soon after that, the monsters that had been spawning all night long, and fighting each other, would be dispatched, and their various crystals and items harvested. However, more monsters would be spawned before even an hour had passed. Just before noon, a second wave of adventurrs would come through. The late risers, and those who had to take care of chores, duties, or family before setting out.
Wyntir liked to go between these two waves, and harvest what he could. If the 4 Scale-Back tongues in his pocket were any sign, the it was working out well for him.
Wyntir had learned patience from his family. Although he was the 5th child, and the 3rd son, there was always enough love, and enough work, to go around.
Wyntir's grandfather had been an adventurer many years before. He had worked hard at it, and saved a lot of money from his trips intot he Labyrinth. In time, he had married and settled down, far from the city he had once called home. He became a jewler, putting the expereince of crystals to use in the ouside world. He had only one son, but that was enough to carry on his name.
Although Wyntir's grandfather had retired, he still lived in the little apartment above the shop that he had bought when he first quit adventuring.
The shop had been given to Wyntir's father, who in time would pass it on to Wyntir's eldest brother, Vern. Vern was a good man, and had married well. He now had 2 children of his own, and was happy to have income to support them.
Nox, The second son, was a born salesman, and would one day run the front of the shop. while Vern, who was very clever with his hands, would work in the back, making jewelery, and crafting coustom orders.
They had both been trained in their jobs sonce before Wyntir was even born.
The twin girls, Summer and Autumn, were both happily married as well, although neither had children. they had been married on the same day, less than a year ago.
That left Wyntir. In the small town, there were no young women his age, and while his brothers had each been happy to train him, there was no real place for him in his family's buisness.
So, just after his 14th birthday, and about 2 months after the paired weddings of his twin sisters, he had announced that he would follow in his Grandfather's footsteps, and travel to the Dungeon.
Now, he was walking back from the upper floors, the Labyrinth, as the first 8 floors were known, and getting ready to cash in another pocket full of Crystals for Vallis.
He was, however, rather curious about the trail of blood splatters leading to the offices.
He tightened his grip on the scepter-style cane sword he used, as the thought of a monster making up to the surface crossed his mind. He twitched his hand towards the handle, a striaght piece of wood, with a large egg-shaped piece of polished oak at the end, before he stopped himself.
It was silly, the merchants would have fled, not Stood around cleaning. and there would be sounds of fighting as well.
Relaxing a bit, Wyntir opened the door to the offices, and looked around for his Advisor, Eina. She was sitting in a corner booth, with Bell, who for some reason, had a towel on his shoulders, and looked far to clean to have just come from the Dungeon.
Before he left, Wyntir's grandfather had taught him 3 spells, which he could use to varying degrees. the first, was a simple mending spell. it cleaned and fixed any one garment. Wyntir used this one the most, since his suit was always getting roughed up.
Even still, he didn't look as good coming from the Dungeon was Bell did now.
"Good afternoon, Eina-san." Wyntir greeted, politely. The half elf's head snapped around so quickly, that Wyntir was surprised he couldn't hear the bones cracking. With a smile, she opened her mouth to greet him back, only for Bell to jump up from his seat, and run over to where Wyntir was standing.
"Wyntir, Wyntir! You're never going to beleive it, I met Aiz Wallenstein today!" Eina placed an elbow on the table she and bell had been sitting at, and leaned her head on her hand, smiling at the two adventurers before her.
"Wow Bell, that's somethi…."
"Yeah! there was a Minotaur, and it was roaring, and trying to hit me, and I was trying to get away, and then she came, and….saved me." Bell said, first interupting Wyntir, loudly, and excitedly, but then getting quieter as he spoke, until he was looking down, and almost whispering.
Wyntir raised an eyebrow. "So, did you have anything to do with the blood trailed through the street on the way here?" Bell turned beat red, and made an embarrassed squeaking sound. "That's a yes. and did you thank Wallenstein-san for saving you?" Wyntir asked, guessing that he knew the answer already.
"Um...Well…"Bell looked down, and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
Wyntir smiled, and placed an arm around Bell's shoulders, the way Vern had always done back home.
"Well, it's not like she's never going intot eh dungeon again. You can thank her next time." Turning, he looked at their Advisor. "Eina-san, thanks for watching out for him, but we should get going soon. Hestia-Sama will wonder where we are soon."
Eina stood, and bowed. "Of course, be safe you two, and make sure to get lots of sleep tonight."
Walking over to the teller's window, Bell emptied his sack, and got 1200 Vallis. While he was doing that, Wyntir took a moment to gather the crystals he had placed in his various pockets. He kept a few of them to send back to his family, and walked up behind Bell to place the gathered items in.
As he began to put the tounges in, he heard someone call out to him. "Are those Scale-back tounges?"
Turning, he saw a young-looking Canis, the speceis of humanoid that looked like they were part dog. This one had traits like a Collie, large floppy ears, and a long bushy tail with the typical colors and marks of the breed.
"Yes. I was able to get a few today, why?"
The girl's ears perked up, and she wagged her tail a bit. "Can I buy them from you? They make a great paste for armor repair." The Canis girl looked up at Wyntir hopefully. As Wyntir looked at her, he noticed a Hephistus emblem on her necklace, and a small hammer at her side.
Before he could answer another adventurer grumbled at him in a gruff voice to hurry up and stop blocking the window. Quickly depositing the crystals, and keeping back the tounges, Wyntir pushed the drawer forward, a pile of small crystals scattering with the movement.
The drawer was pushed back to him a moment later, with 3800 Vallis in it.
Gathering the coins, and pocketing them, He stepped away, and smiled at Bell. "I win this round." Bell pouted, half muttering, half whining about the minotaur making him spill his crystals. Stepping up, he looked at the young Canis. "Pleasure to meet you, my name is Wyntir, shall we step outside and discuss this miss…"
The canis girl perked up further, and yipped softly. "My name is Hikaru! Sure let's go." She grabbed both him and Bell by the wrists, and with a strength that belied her size, pulled them both outside quickly.
"Um. Wait, Bye Eina-san!" Bell called out as he was pulled along for the ride.
"Bye-bye Bell-kun, Wyntir-kun." Eina called out, waving.
Once they were outside, Hikaru let them both go, and began to excitedly, and very animatedly, explain that she was trying to get some of the drop items, so she could do a repair job she had been hired for earlier in the week. The enzymes that made the tounges sticky, also made them a good bonding agent, when mixed with some powdered metal, and a bit of rubbing alcohol.
She said that shile the Hephistus Familia bought alot of the tounges brought in, they were purchased at 1500 Vallis each, while the adventurers who turned them in, were only paid 300 Vallis. Also, the tounges were given out in the Familia in order of Seniority. Since she was still new, she wouldn't get any in time to finish her job by the requested deadline.
"So, you're offering 2000 Vallis, for all 4 tongues. That way you get your tounges, save some vallis, and I make a bit more as well. Did I get that correct?" Wyntir asked, his fist against his chin as he thought on the deal.
"Yep!" The small collie-girl yipped. "And don't worry, it's totally allowed. So long as you bring it up, you can choose who and when to sell each item to."
"Ok then," Wyntir said, after a moment of thought. "You have a deal."
"YYYYAAATTAAA!" Hikaru yelled excitedly, jumping up and punching her fist in the air.
She quickly pulled a small pad from one of the pouches on her belt, opposite the hammer, and wrote with a charcoal pencil, a small recept for the tongues, before tearing it off, and handing it to him. "If you get anymore, please bring them to the Babel tower, 17th floor, and ask for me. I'll buy any of them you have."
After saying goodbye, and walking away, Wyntir noticed Bell was still pouting. "Cheer up, Bell, you've beaten me every day this week, I just lucked out today."
Bell looked up, then back down, then back up at Wyntir with a small smile on his face. "Yeah, I was just hoping to make it to the 7th floor today. Not only did i get stopped at the 5th y that minotaur, but you got drop items first."
Straightening his suit, and adjusting his grip on his sword cane, Wyntir laughed. "Well, you can try again tomorrow." The two of them had been competing against each other in this friendly manner, ever since they had decided to adventure seperately, instead of together a week before hand. Wyntir had won the first day, but since Bell went deeper, he normally came back with more Crystals, and Crystals of a larger size than the ones that were dropped on the upper floors of the Labyrinth section of the Dungeon.
Making it home, and going in through the hidden door at the back of the church, Wyntir let Bell go down first, knowing what was in store.
"Bell-KUUUUN!" Hestia, the busty Kami of the Hestia Familia glomped Bell, wrapping her arms around his neck, and hugging him tightly. Wyntir chuckled, as he took off his coat, leaving his vest on, and draped the garment over the back of a wooden chair he had bought a few days earlier.
Her coustomary greeting to Bell done, Hestia quickly came over to Wyntir, and leaned forward, her arms behind her back as she smiled. "I didn't forget you, Wyn-Tir-Kun." She said playfully, before standing up and holding her arms out for a hug.
Wyntir smilled, and embraced his Kami. "I didn't think you would, Hestia-Sama." Wyntir hadn't quite understood at first, why Hestia was always so happy to see Bell. it seemed she cared more for him that for Wyntir, but after the third day, Hestia had noticed his mood, and taken him aside to talk.
While she had bestowed the blessing of Familia on both boys, she had done Bell's blessing first. After being alone, and without Familia for so long, it had caused a unique bond between the two of them. She explained that she didn't care for Wyntir any less because of this, but that Bell was, and would always be, the first child to ever be in her Familia.
Wyntir had accepted and understood this, although it did take a few hours before the sting of knowing Bell and Hestia had a special bond that he could never have with her to fade. Since then, Wyntir and Hestia had been working on making their own relationship special.
Hestia wanted to care for, and be loved by all of the Children of her Familia, not just the first, or the ones she had now, but all the ones to come. But that meant caring for their differences, and learning to love each differnt thing as well. Wyntir was proud to help her with that.
"Look what I brought home for us!" She pointed over to the small table that sat between the bed, and the couch, where several fried potatos were sitting, still steaming.
"Wow Kami-Sama!" Bell exclaimed, "There's so many of them!"
"Of course!" She said, placing a hand on the backs of each of her Children, and walking them forward to their meal. "I have two growing boys to feed."
"Hope we didn't cost to much." Wyntir said, with a broad smile, and a small chuckle.
Hestia waved her hand in the air, dismissing such a thought. "The place i've been working has been doing so well, that they said i could take these for free." She stood proudly, hands on her hips as she watched the two boys sit down.
Realizing she was about to loose her spot between the, she quickly snuck in to the middle seat on the couch. "Scootscootscoot." She murmered softly, as she slipped by infront of Bell, their faces almost touching for the breifest of moments.
Wyntir smilled as he placed a napkin on his lap, and gave thanks for the food. Bell added a bit of salt, but Wyntir liked his crisp and juicy, without any salt on it. As they ate, they talked about their days, how the Dungeon had been, and what they had faced. Hestia spoke of her new position, as a sales girl at the fried potato stand, and how so many coustomers were coming there now.
Hestia commented later, as she upgraded the two boy's statuses that she didn't know what the big deal about 'that Wallen-Whatsit' was anyways. Bell expressed his jealousy over the tattoos on Wyntir's biceps, which allowed him his spells, and Hestia forbade him from getting any of his own.
That night, both boys slept with full stomachs, as Hestia curled up in her bed, with a full heart, all knowing that they had a place to call their own, with people who would help make it a home.
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