Author's Note: I do not own any part of Gugure! Kokkuri-san, and I am making no profit from this story. If you thought that I was, then you are a strange and silly person.
For now, this story will loosely follow the events of the anime. That said, I may take artistic license from time to time.
The title of the story is taken from the song Crazy for You by Scars on 45. If you haven't heard it, I recommend giving it a listen.
Shigaraki's last haunt had gone about as well as any of the ones preceding it. As he walked slowly away from the orphanage, he took a long draught from the sake bottle he carried. The warmth of the alcohol spread over him, and his conscious thoughts scattered in the wind. With nowhere to go, he wandered aimlessly down the streets of the city. As he was walking past a certain house, he suddenly heard something that caught his attention, impaired though it was.
Kokkuri-san, Kokkuri-san, please come out.
Memories of a vulpine smile and silver hair flashed through his mind with blinding clarity, and he crept closer to the house.
You know, if you want to talk to Mr. Fox, he's just in the kitchen, another voice replied from the other side of the wall, and a glimmer of hope flared to life in a forgotten recess of the tanuki's heart. Hardly daring to breathe, he crouched outside the house and continued to eavesdrop. He took another pull from his bottle and hiccupped quietly, the movement throwing him off balance. A moment later, he was on his side on the ground, and could barely remember why he was there.
Kokkuri-san, Kokkuri-san, please come out.
Had he been in his right mind, Shigaraki's next action would have been against his better judgment. Sake always gave him the best ideas, though, and he allowed the summons to pull him to the other side of the wall. "You rang?" he slurred, grinning drunkenly at the occupants of the room. He did not recognize the girl or her companion, so he gulped down some more sake while he tried to decide what to do now.
"Please leave," the girl said after a moment of awkward silence. To Shigaraki's surprise, her companion transformed into a small dog and began growling at him.
"An inugami?" he thought to himself. "Hardly an appropriate companion for a young girl. I'll have to stall until Kokkuri appears…."
"I don't have anywhere to go," he laughed, sitting up. "I can't stop drinking and gambling," he added truthfully, running a hand through his hair. "You wouldn't throw an old man out in the cold, would you?"
Still growling, the dog leapt at him, biting ineffectively at his arm. Shigaraki stood, frowning slightly at the pain from Inugami's teeth in his forearm. Even being lifted several feet off the ground didn't seem to deter the dog from hanging on. Looking up, the tanuki noticed that the girl was also nonplussed by his presence. "Hmm. This isn't going as well as I'd hoped…" he thought, raising an eyebrow as she withdrew a small device from her pocket. A moment later, the room was filled with the shrill wail of an alarm. Shigaraki winced at the sound.
"Now, little girl, would you quit that?" He grabbed for the vaguely fox-shaped device, but she kept it out of his reach. Sighing, he picked her up from the ground. Movement across the room caught his eye, and he turned in time to see Kokkuri step into the doorway.
"Kohina, you shouldn't play with the alarm," he was saying, but he stopped abruptly when he caught sight of Shigaraki. "Gah! You're that old tanuki guy! What are you doing here?"
For a moment, all of Shigaraki's coherent thought stopped, replaced by the words, "He remembers me!" When a quiet voice at the back of his mind reminded him that that might not be a good thing, he plastered a broad grin on his face and waved at the kitsune. "Hey, long time no see!" Keeping the cheerful mask firmly in place, he tried to ignore the horrified expression on Kokkuri's face and the vein throbbing at his temple.
"Get out!" the fox roared, pointing to the door. His claws began to show on the ends of his fingers as his anger flared.
Shigaraki set Kohina back on the floor and absently pulled Inugami from his arm, tossing him across the room. Rubbing the sore spot on his arm, he laughed quietly. "Like I told that girl, I've got nowhere to go. Surely, you wouldn't…"
"I don't care!" Kokkuri interrupted. "You'll just bring ruin to this house. Go someplace, anyplace else."
It was difficult to maintain his composure as those barbed words cut chinks in his liquid armor, but the tanuki had always been a gambler. He decided to take his chances. "Look, I'll flip you for it," he said, pulling a coin from the folds of his kimono. "Heads, I stay. Tails, I leave."
"Tch. That coin probably has heads on both sides."
"Yeah, so?" He took advantage of the fox's dumbfounded silence and flipped the coin. When it landed on the back of one hand, he covered it quickly with the palm of the other. "So, what's your call?"
Still struggling to find his words, Kokkuri simply gaped at him for a moment. "What was the point of flipping a trick coin? Have you no shame?"
Shigaraki shrugged. "I've already decided that I'm staying." "Anything to be near you," his mind amended helpfully.
"Y-you can't just come into someone's home and decide that for yourself!" Kokkuri spluttered, his cheeks reddening with anger. His hands clenched into fists and blue foxfire glowed out from behind his snarling teeth.
Shrugging again, the tanuki smirked slightly. "All right, then." Kneeling next to Kohina, he held out a large bill to her. "What do you say, little lady? Can I stay?"
Eyes wide, she took the bill and nodded her head. Shigaraki's grin widened and Kokkuri dropped his face to his palm with a groan as the money turned back into a leaf. In shock, Kohina sank to the floor, still cradling the leaf to her chest.
"Now, just look what you've done," the kitsune sighed, expression softening as he looked at the state of his charge. "You are the epitome of scum."
"Maybe," Shigaraki agreed with another shrug. Taking another gamble, he crossed the room and strode calmly into Kokkuri's personal space. "Maybe I just missed your cooking," he whispered, his voice low and his lips mere inches from the fox's ear. Without another word, he brushed past him and walked down the hall to take in the rest of the house.
A/N, supplemental: Just a short chapter, unfortunately. I'm still getting used to these characters, but inspiration struck when I heard Crazy for You on the radio today.
Anyway, hopefully you've enjoyed this little introduction. Thanks for reading!
