A/N: Greetings, fellow readers of fanfiction. I am Le MAO XXIV. Seeing this is the Monster Musume section of the site, I imagine most, if not all of you, have not heard of me.
I mostly write fanfiction for a web series called RWBY. A fun internet show owned by a company called Rooster Teeth. If you've never heard of this show or the people, I highly recommend checking them out. It's worth the look.
And if any of you reading have read my other works…hey y'all. I'm back, I guess.
Anyway, this is my first venture into the world of Monster Musume/Daily Life with a Monster Girl. I'm mainly putting this out to see how well received it is. I won't bother saying what kind of update schedule this will have, as I've found that I only meet those deadlines half the time, so I'll write when I can.
Also, I understand if people have a problem with reading stories that have OC's as the main characters. Sorry, but this is how I plan to write this. If it's not your cup of tea, then don't read.
Alright, this A/N has gone on long enough. Enjoy the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Monster Musume/Daily Life with a Monster Girl.
It was a quiet night at a local convenience store. A store mostly empty, the only occupants being the store manager, cashier, and a single customer.
A slow night, really, though the focus here is on the customer.
The single customer was a young man with red hair and amber eyes. His skin was pale, and his build was lean and of light muscle. He wore his usual attire: a white button shirt and black coat, along with black pants and black shoes.
This young man's name is Kiyota Akabane. And he was currently staring at a section of tea brands.
...Which one did he like, again?
It was the fancy one. Highly expensive.
Oh right.
His gaze shifted though each one.
…
…
"Ah, there it is."
He took a fancy looking brand of tea from it's spot and put it in a little basket.
"Finally. Jeez."
Your roommate certainly is picky in his tastes.
Ugh, tell me about it.
He was in a bit of a mood because this brand of tea was extremely rare in convenience stores, and most didn't have them. He had to walk several miles before he finally found it. He could've gotten any other tea, sure, but there would've been hell to pay if he had brought back the wrong tea.
Sighing to himself, he moved to the counter and placed his items on it. The cashier robotically started scanning the items and bagging them as Kiyota took out his wallet.
"That will be 3725 yen, sir."
Kiyota shook his head. That tea literally cost 3500 yen. Why did it have to be so expensive? It's just freaking tea.
Then again, he was given the money by his roommate to buy the damn tea, so he couldn't really complain.
Also meant he could sneak a soda pop in there for himself.
Hah.
Paying the cashier, Kiyota exited the convenience store with the single bag and made his wayward stroll to his shared apartment.
He took the soda out, snapped it open, and sipped it.
"Ah~…bliss."
A random person suddenly appeared from the alleyway and held a knife out.
"Give me all your money!"
Kiyota just stared at him.
Goddamn it, not this bullshit again.
There's always someone who wants to make a name for themselves, Kiyota.
Doesn't mean I want to deal with this every other goddamn day.
Kiyota sipped his soda. "Can we not do this right now?"
"Don't think I don't know who you are! You live with that rich guy! And he gives you a stack of cash to buy stuff! Now give it to me, or I'll knife you!"
"…Okay, we're doing this right now."
Kiyota downed the rest of his soda, crushed the can, and tossed it in a recycling bin. He then set the bag down and reached into his jacket, pulling out a knife of his own.
The mugger's eyes widened. "Hey! Don't try anything!"
"If you knew who I was, then you should've already understood why you're not supposed to cross me."
"T-that's it! I warned you!"
The mugger quickly struck out with his knife.
Kiyota's eyes constricted, and time seemed to slow.
It was true that Kiyota lived with a rich person. It was a bit of a long story, but let's just say he happened to be at the right place at the right time to find himself in that position.
As the opposing knife slowly inched closer to Kiyota, he couldn't help but smirk.
This guy needs to learn the pecking order around here.
Indeed. Why not show him, Kiyota?
Gladly.
With that thought made, it was as though time resumed it's normal speed.
Kiyota dodged to his right, caught the man's arm in his own, and snapped it. The man screamed in pain and dropped his knife. Kiyota then brought his own knife up and struck at the man's cheek, cutting it.
The mugger shrieked a little and staggered back, holding his now broken arm as blood slowly seeped out of his cheek wound.
"T-the hell, man?!"
"What?" Kiyota asked with a tilt of the head.
"You fucking broke my arm and cut me!"
Kiyota took out a napkin and started cleaning his knife. "Were you not just planning to cut me just a moment ago?"
"W-well, I-."
"Besides," Kiyota interrupted. "Consider yourself lucky I didn't choose to stab your gut, instead."
The man paled.
"So…you gonna pull this shit on me again?"
The man quickly shook his head.
"Good. Now get out of here before I change my mind about stabbing you."
Kiyota's eyes sonstricted as he grinned. "Unless you wanna test me?"
The mugger backed up quickly. "N-no, that's okay! S-sorry for trying to mug and stick you!"
The man turned and bolted.
Kiyota watched as the man ran away. He chuckled, pocketed his knife, and threw the used napkin in a nearby trash can.
"There's always someone that doesn't get the memo about what not to do around here."
I just said that.
Well...I said it out loud.
If I had my own face, I would deadpan at you.
Chuckling at that, Kiyota picked up his bag and continued on his way back to the apartment.
Meanwhile, in said apartment, was another tenant. A young man around the same age as Kiyota, though he unfortunately didn't look the part.
This young man's name is Ciel Michealis, sole heir to the Michealis family fortune and multi-billion dollar corporation.
Ciel was short for his age, something that bothers him if brought up. His hair was bluish-black and his eyes a rich, deep blue. His build has been described as "wonderfully proportioned", but in reality he has a small build. Almost like a 13-year old. Reason? Puberty was unkind to him. Still, he was a fit young man.
The clothes he wore were of a noble standing, almost as though it were from the Victorian England era. He also had a black eyepatch made of gauze over his right eye, as well as a gold signet ring in the form of his family crest on his right hand.
That family crest was the symbol for the Michealis family.
The Michealis family was well known for their real estate enterprise, the Michaelis Corporation. It's main base in England, the corporation had many sister companies stationed in various other countries. As a result, several tall buildings that people marvel at in several countries were built by the Michaelis Corporation.
Ciel's father, Vincent Michealis, ran the entire corporation. And when the time came, Ciel would take the reigns and run the Michealis Corporation as he saw fit. As well as be bestowed the family heirloom: an ornate silver piece that holds an emerald-cut deep blue sapphire.
Before that, however, the patriarch saw fit to have his son prove his skill.
Vincent Michealis tasked Ciel with running one of the several sister companies on his own, in order to prove himself as a worthy heir. He would be sent to another country and sustain himself.
While Ciel understood the situation, there was one thing he never managed to figure out….
Why Japan?
Other sister company locations included America, India, France, the United Kingdom, etc.
Yet his father sent him here. To Japan.
…
…
Ciel had a theory as to why this was the case, but it wasn't until a letter arrived that confirmed it.
And frankly…he didn't like it one bit.
He sighed in annoyance. "What a bother."
The apartment door was kicked open. "I'M BACK, BITCHES!"
And here was another bother.
"I'm the only one here," Ciel growled. "And I'm a guy. And will you stop kicking the door open every time you come back?!"
"Nope."
Ciel scowled. "You annoy me."
"Love ya too, shorty."
A tick mark appeared on Ciel's head as he made to yell at Kiyota.
"By the way, got you the tea you wanted."
Any anger felt by Ciel was put on hold. "Excellent. Hand it to me, please."
Kiyota took out the box and tossed it to Ciel, the latter hastily catching it.
"What have I said about tossing it like that?!"
"I had to walk several miles to get that. I'll toss it however I want."
Ciel gave a "tch" and moved towards the kitchen area, where he immediately started to make a cup of tea.
Ciel would admit freely that he found Kiyota to be an annoyance. The man was rude, loud, and…a little unhinged.
It was that last part, ironically, that helped Ciel out of a rather dark situation.
When Ciel had moved to Japan, he had no idea how to properly sustain himself. Especially since he had always had butlers do most everything for him. Prepare food and tea, dress himself, and any other meager tasks.
Because of this, he often found himself having to go and get takeout food for himself when he botched a meal.
And one of these times…he had run into some unsavory individuals.
"Well, shiiiiit. Look what we got here, fellas!"
"Ain't that the kid on the tv?"
"Yeah, a rich kid."
"You thinking what I'm thinking, boss?"
"Yeah, time to score a payday, boys!"
A then eyepatchless Ciel backed up with a scowl as he was surrounded by a group of thugs.
"I'll have you cretins know that this is an unwise decision!"
The apparent leader of the group grinned. "For you, maybe. Us? It's easy money. Alright boys, hold the kid down while- ACK!"
The lead ganger suddenly screamed in pain and fell to the ground, holding his side. He had been stabbed.
The other gangers turned wide-eyed to find another young man standing above their leader, cleaning his blade of blood with a napkin.
"A couple of thugs picking on a little kid? Now that's just low."
"You bastard! Get him!"
The thugs charged at the young man, who's eyes constricted.
Five seconds later, the thugs were on the ground, groaning and holding their stab wounds in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
The newcomer cleaned his blade and approached a wary Ciel.
"You okay, kid?"
Ciel snapped out of his stupor and glared. "I'm not a kid! I happen to be 18!"
…
…
"I don't believe you," the newcomer said blankly.
"I am!" Ciel shouted, stomping his foot.
"You're not acting like it."
Ciel growled, crossed his arms and looked away.
"..." He glanced back. "You have my thanks, stranger.. You saved me from those cretins. Might I know your name?"
The other young man shrugged. "Kiyota Akabane. You're that famous heir on TV, aren't ya?"
"Indeed. I am Ciel Michealis. It is a pleasure."
Kiyota looked around. "Shouldn't you have some kind of security service if you're so famous?"
Ciel scowled. "Yes, well…I'm on my own at the moment. It's a long story, but I'm currently trying to get myself off the ground, as they say."
Kiyota gave a hum and finished cleaning his blade, pocketing it.
Ciel raised a single eyebrow. "Not that I'm ungrateful, but surely there must've been a less violent way of defusing the situation?"
"Probably. But this was more fun."
Ciel stared. "….You're insane, aren't you?"
"I prefer the term 'unhinged'. It sounds better."
"That still means you're mentally unbalanced."
"Why thank you."
"That wasn't a…never mind."
Ciel looked around at the downed cretins and thought back to how quickly Kiyota had managed to take them down….
"Mr. Akabane?"
"You can call me Kiyota."
Ciel gave a small smirk. "Well then, Kiyota…I have a proposition for you."
After that situation, Ciel had himself a roommate/bodyguard. Granted, he wound up having to move to their current apartment for more space. Still, he had what he wanted. Someone, despite being a little unhinged, to guard him, as well as show him how to properly sustain himself.
In their time together, Kiyota showed Ciel how to do the menial tasks of daily life. Cooking, cleaning, dressing himself (that had been a little awkward for the two), and even what routes to take to avoid unsavory people like that group of thugs back then.
In return, Ciel had Kiyota as a roommate, taking care of any and all living expenses (he was still rich, after all).
A good deal, really…if Kiyota were a little more tolerable.
Oh well.
Ciel finished making the tea. "Care for some?"
Kiyota shrugged. "I suppose."
Ciel poured some tea into two cups. He brought them to a table and sat, setting one across from him for Kiyota. Said young man shrugged and sat down, taking the cup and sipping the tea.
"…Tastes fancy."
"Indeed, it is."
Ciel let his gaze roam to the letter he had received from his father earlier….
"Kiyota?"
"Hm?"
"…How would you feel about having two more roommates?"
Kiyota stared. "…Come again?"
Ciel wordlessly slid the letter towards Kiyota, not really bothered he would read it since it wasn't too personal.
He watched as Kiyota's eyes roamed back and forth as he read the letter.
"…Is he serious?"
Ciel nodded. "Yes."
"…And you're gonna do it?"
Ciel sighed. "I personally don't like it, but my father insists. Says it would be good PR for the corporation. 'Michealis Heir hosts Monsters'."
Kiyota snickered at that.
Ciel rolled his eyes. "Yes, not a good title, but the point is that the PR would still be good. In any case…I'm going through with it, as much as I'd prefer not to."
Kiyota sipped his tea. "Any reason not to look forward to it?"
Ciel sipped his own. "While I wouldn't compare myself to those bigots who make crass remarks about the Demihumans, I'm still rather wary of sharing the same space as them. From what I've researched, most could be rather dangerous if they chose to be aggressive."
Kiyota shrugged. "I could take them if it came to that."
"You've only faced humans, Kiyota. Not actual monsters."
He shrugged again. "They don't seem so tough."
His eyes constricted as he grinned. "Besides…that means I'd get to cut actual monsters…rather exciting, now that I think about it."
Ciel deadpanned at Kiyota.
The latter tilted his head innocently. "What?"
Ciel rolled his eyes. "In any case, we are about to have two more roommates. A Cultural Exchange Coordinator will visit us tomorrow to sort out the details. "
Kiyota was about to sip his tea again…then stopped.
"Wait, why two?"
Ciel shrugged. "Simply because there's two of us."
"But this is technically your place. You pay for everything."
Ciel gave a scoff. "A technicality, they said."
Kiyota blinked. "So we're gonna host a monster person each?"
"Indeed," Ciel confirmed.
…
…
"Should we be happy or upset about this?"
Ciel finished his tea and stood. "I'll reserve judgement on that and simply call this an inconvenience until we learn more tomorrow. For now, I think it best to get a good night's sleep."
Kiyota finished his own. "I can agree to that."
The two set their cups in the sink and prepared for bed.
Tomorrow would be very informative for these two.
A/N: And so ends the first chapter of my first venture into this series.
Now, I will let everyone here know that I actually dislike harems. Some shows however, this one mainly, changed my mind a little.
So given that…do I intend to fall back to my dislike and keep the future pairings single ones?
Or will I give in to the temptation that is Monster Musume and follow through with a straight up harem?
…
…
Fuck it. Let the harems commence!
And yes, both will get a harem each.
I have a general idea what girls I'll give to what guy (or at least, who the first monster girl for each will be), and it won't just be those from the main girls. Certain other monster girls in the show will be involved as well. Hell, I'll even add Agent Smith to one of them.
I intend to let loose and have fun with the harem genre in this.
Feel free to leave a review. I'd love to hear from y'all.
See you in the next update.
LATERS!
