Notes: I didn't make up the original plotline... a better author did. Unfortunately, the original story isn't in English... and to explain in several key words - Naoya, death, and Pokemon.

For names, I'm using Mikuto for Nekomimi and Hokuto for Usamimi... because I like those names. I wish I had thought of the Hokuto name first, though.

Sandbox Stories: Devil Survivor (the series)

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DS1: Pokemon Master Naoya

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"You've done well without my instruction."

We both looked down at the pipsqueak. Coming from anyone else, this would look like lines from the latest variety show or even something from an anime. Unfortunately, reality was worse than any anime I could think of (I'm not sure if Atsurou knew differently).

"Give me one really good reason to not dress you in a kitty kigurumi for what you did."

"I presume you're referring to the one you wore when you were this age?"

I grit my teeth. "Yes, that one."

The brat smirked. Ah, family... even if I wasn't his family anymore. Still, I kind of missed wanting to punch him or scratch his eyes out or spiking his curry or something. And of course, even at seven he can counter me with blackmail. Even though I was physically eighteen years (ignoring Atsurou's theory that I had stopped aging eight years ago) older, the brat would always still be 'big brother' to me. And probably 'master' to Atsurou, who was looking at him with both fascination and nervousness.

"N-naoya-san..."

The brat looked up at that. "That's not my name this time, but I'll allow you to continue calling me that if you wish." What a load of crap. "In any case, I presume the two of you had planned on turning this collecting and propaganda game into a working, if lower-powered summoning device?"

"We'd need access to monitor the usage of the program to ensure-"

I cut Atsurou off, even as 'Naoya' gave him the irritated look of 'you're wasting my time with the obvious.' I had a more important question anyway. "Well, 'Naoya-niisan', where are your parents?"

"Hmph. Worried that you'd be arrested?"

"As if. You're the one that should be arrested, given how you raised me." Besides, if anyone had to look like a pedophile, it wasn't me. Sorry Atsurou.

"Oh? I don't see how that's different from what this game is meant to accomplish." 'Naoya' waived his game console in a grandoise fashion (exactly as the anime showed it, in fact), causing the holographic function to show his current demon team - Lucifer and Fenrir... wait, was Fenrir even in this game?

"It's totally different!" Getting told horror stories about angels and the Old Testament is not kid material. Collecting demons to complete a compedium? Totally is. Okay so angels are the bad guys in the series, but if it's true in real life...

Atsurou cleared his throat. "Ah... so... Naoya-san... what is your name? Just in case, you know? It's not like we're backed by the government yet."

"It's Izumo." What a weird name. "And although my last name is confidential-" What. Don't tell me he's got the chuuni disease already. "I can assure you that we will now have a stronger hand in the government."

"From your parents?"

"They're dead." Oh. That kind of sucks. For the caring part and the lost blackmail opportunity part. "No, the connections will be from the elders and head of the clan. Thankfully, I am not in the line of inheretance or I would not be able to be here."

"What, we would have had to go through the government or something?"

"In a sense, yes."

In the end we still did. Especially after Atsurou (in his ever constant curiosity) hacked his way into info that wasn't even supposed to exist from a part of the government that equally wasn't supposed to exist.