Yes ... This is going to be updated a lot since I already know how it's going to end. There's a pretty good chance this'll be updated Friday and Saturday night too, possibly Sunday depending on how far I get on writing tonight. Looking at about 10-15 chapters overall. Stretching out a story over something incredibly minor and all. x3

Noma: NxC has the most confusing setup for worlds ever. The Inferno World (The Infernal Village, whatever) is more or less Hell and has various Hell-like things in addition to things you would not expect to find in ... Hell. In contrast, there is The Divine World which is supposed to be Heaven but doesn't really have anything that is heavenly. Lunatea was in the Divine World, but Klonoa, Guntz, Janga, and Joka weren't there ... for whatever reason. It's never really explained. Nothing is really explained, actually, except whenever Guntz just so happens to know about something that he has no business knowing about.

That probably isn't very helpful. oo

... STORY TIME!


Chapter 02: Recruitment


Janga did not like the way this was going.

At least Joka was willing to waste his seemingly endless funds on making sure he was properly fed before spewing complete bull from his mouth. The cat just didn't understand. Joka was considerably well off and doesn't like getting his claws dirty like he does, but he still chooses to work for any random loser that has enough power to push weaklings around. This time he got tied up with some powerful demon that's been dormant for a century or two in an elaborate plan that not only involved destroying this world but all the surrounding ones.

" The worlds will merge and we'll be rewarded! " Joka finished with a high pitched laugh.

Janga clicked his teeth. " Not interested. "

Joka was completely surprised by his answer. " Beg your pardon? "

The cat looked him strait in the eyes; a look that made the round clown start shivering instantly. " No one's just gonna let this bad ass demon waltz on in and essentially destroy the universe. The moment word gets out there's gonna be a bunch of little punks coming out of the woodworks to send him back down the river Styx. " Janga leaned back in his chair. " I don't know about you, but I'm not getting my ass kicked by a little kid again. "

" You're just like a shinigami; a prideful creature. "

" I should be Shinigami. " Janga corrected, then closed his eyes. " But I got screwed over like I always do. " And they have the nerve to call him the traitor!

Joka nodded eagerly. " And you will if you work alongside me! If we succeed then we will be restored to our mortal forms; the power that we lost when we crossed realms will flow through us once more! Better yet, with the barriers between worlds destroyed we will not have to worry about the near impossibility of death again. "

" And neither would anyone else. " Janga pointed out as a matter of faculty. Their so called 'plan' was beginning to sound more idiotic by the minute. The thought of getting his deadly poison restored was slightly promising, though. His poison was ineffective against the undead in Hell. It'd cause only slight discomfort at best ... Like a mosquito bite.

As Janga looked at his claws Joka frowned. " That is why we are going to kill everyone that does not give into our rule before the barrier falls. We have really thought about all of this already, Janga-chan. We know all of the risks involved. "

Janga flexed his hand. " It still sounds like something a moron thought up. " His eyes trailed away from Joka to take a look around the eatery he brought them to. Near the back wall there was a line of framed pictures he assumed were photos of famous people who ate here.

Three from the right corner was a picture of a girl who looked strikingly like the performer from earlier.

He was going to investigate further, but a large gloved hand blocked his line of sight. " Janga-chan! It's rude for you to ignore me while I'm talking to you. What in the Inferno Realm are you looking at - " Joka's eyes followed his friend's line of sight, and he tilted his head slightly. Joka giggled. A really creepy giggle. " ... It seems you were busy before I got a hold of you, my apologies. "

Janga looked down on him. " I don't know what you're talking about. " It was an honest answer.

" It seems that you have an interest in the local cat species, which is only natural as you too are a cat. " Joka explained with a smile. " How about this, Janga-chan? Assist me and my boss and I will introduce you to one of those lovely felines when we're done. "

Janga frowned a bit. " I don't want an 'introduction'. " Actually, he didn't know what he wanted. He didn't know it was a problem until Joka pointed it out to him.

The clown waved him off. " You can do whatever you please with her, then. I just promise to get you one. "

It was fishy. The whole damn thing was suspicious. Janga knew that Joka was only promising these things to get him to work for another jackass, but what else could he do? He either worked with Joka or returned to the mediocrity that was his life in this wrenched city. Here he had nothing, and he hated it, but his pride was still hurting from being sent here in the first place. He was not going to build up his reputation here by working a bar's worst shift. His damned ego was pushing him in that direction ...

" I ... need to think about it. " But he was not ready to go into another partnership yet. The thing was he didn't even know why he was so messed up about it. " I'm gonna go head back. "

Joka's smile inverted. For a moment he looked genuinely sad. " ... Good evening, Janga. "


Continued ...