Hello everyone. I'm glad to see so many people reading this, it feels great. I think that this is the chapter where things start to pick up a little bit. Also, "The Big Gey", I won't say anything about what other characters there will be aside from the main MonMusu cast, but I can say one thing that might interest you. There WILL be Stands.

By the way, if anybody's wondering where Kira lives now, then search up "Kurusu House" and look at the wiki page that pops up. On the first image you see, there is a house to the far left with cream walls and a brown roof. That's Kira's house.

Enjoy.


Agent Kuroko Smith was not somebody who was easily surprised. After spending so many years as a key member of the Cultural Exchange, she had seen many a thing that would make an average person's head spin. Corpses rising from the dead, tree-golems, ten metre tall giants, an entire underwater civilisation and more were all part of her average working week, which had desensitised her to stunning new experiences. On top of that adding her experience as the leader of M.O.N. meant that even live combat didn't faze her in the least. Overall, she was the kind of person that was virtually immune to the concept of bewilderment.

However, when the man Miia almost crushed with a shelf had disappeared with literally nobody in the store having seen him leave, it would have been an understatement to say she was confused.

The tall M.O.N operative looked around the store, unseen eyes narrow behind her sunglasses. It just didn't make sense. How could a regular human possibly be that stealthy? She could have accepted it if she alone had missed him; even she got sloppy sometimes. But the entire building, filled with people surrounding him from every angle? That should have been impossible. It was impossible. So how in the world had that average-looking shopper managed to completely elude her? Smith sighed her patented long-suffering sigh. There was something off about this.

Distracted by the sound of rapid-fire apologising, Smith turned her head towards her charge. Miia had rushed over to the employees at the till and was now frantically explaining herself. The poor staff members could only stand there awkwardly, trying to assuage the liminal girl's distress. Smith sighed. In her eagerness to be accepted by the human world, she hadn't even noticed the man's inexplicable disappearance. Oh well, it was probably for the best anyway. If she found out about it, the luckless lamia would probably become even more stressed than she already was, and that was something that Smith had neither the time nor coffee to deal with at the moment.

The coordinator walked over to them and tapped the extraspecies girl on the shoulder, prompting a small 'eep' from her. "Alright, Miia. I'm sure they've accepted your apology. A few sandwiches and a shelf won't do much to a business this successful, right?" Smith's eyes peeked over the top of her sunglasses to stare into the eyes of the employees, the last word of the sentence spoken with the slightest hint of danger in her tone. Three of them hastily nodded, obviously not wanting to get on the rather imposing government agent's bad side.

A fourth one, however, apparently had the pluck to bring up the issue. A short young man with messy brown hair, probably still in college by the looks of it, shuffled slightly forward and spoke up. "I-I'm sorry, ma'am, but that's still company property. Since you broke it, policy says you'll have to pay for-"

He was interrupted when a pocket-sized book was thrust at his face. Its leather cover was a deep, plain navy, and the only words on the front were the letters C.E.B.S.O.P.H. all in crisp white.

"Page 11, Article 14, Section B. In the event of damages caused by any party protected by the Cultural Exchange Between Species Act, any costs will be covered in full by the Cultural Exchange. Although not mandatory, the Cultural Exchange encourages the affected party to familiarise themselves with the laws and terms concerning bodily and property damage in order to properly address the problem." The agent rattled off with rehearsed efficiency.

"Uhh… what?" He asked the coordinator dumbly, taken aback by the display.

"It's part of the Cultural Exchange Between Species Official Pocket Handbook." said Smith. "We were originally going to put the whole thing on the cover, but it was just too small to be legible. In any case, all you need to know is inside this lovely little book here. There's a phone number and email address somewhere in there, read it yourself if you want." she placed the tiny tome into the boy's hands, closing his fingers around it for him before he could say another word.

"Well, now that that's all sorted, I think it's high time we left, Miia. It's already 11:25, and we've still got to meet your host." with that, Smith grabbed the girl's hand and nonchalantly dragged her out of the automatic doors, ignoring the half-hearted protests from the employee as she went.

As soon as they had walked out of view of the the shop windows, Smith pulled her charge aside and grabbed her by the shoulders, locking her gaze with her own. In an instant, her demeanour changed from the familiar lazy government worker to something more dangerous, almost predatory in nature. Even from behind the shades, the government agent's eyes gripped the young woman with a fierce intensity that she couldn't overcome no matter how hard she tried.

"M-Miss Smith… W-Why are you staring at me like that?" Miia asked, shifting uncomfortably. Even though she was a lamia and thus many times stronger than any human, she couldn't help but shake the feeling that, compared to Smith, she was way out of her league.

"Miia," Smith began. "you are in this town representing your entire race. All the world's eyes are on you and your actions, and they're no doubt going to judge you harshly." the coordinator's grip tightened. "There are people in this world, horrible people, who see extraspecies people as nothing more than glorified animals and a waste of good oxygen, and they'll take every chance they can get to broadcast that viewpoint, including distributing exaggerated stories of property damage. That would mean incredibly bad news for interspecies relations, and could destroy everything the Exchange is trying to accomplish. It could mean wars, Miia. Do you understand?"

Miia nodded meekly, subconsciously shrinking away from her friend's drastic change in character. It wasn't like Smith to be like this; she was the kind of person to put off important paperwork in favour of abusing her position to scrounge free meals. The person before her now was totally different. Her tone had taken on a serious edge, each question less of a request and more of an order. Honestly, it was more than scary.

Smith suddenly stopped and looked down at her hands, then up at the girl's terrified expression, then back at her hands again. Realising what she was doing, the vice-like grip around Miia's shoulders relaxed as the older woman pulled her hands away and set them on her hips, letting out a weary sigh. "I'm sorry for getting all worked up like that. I didn't mean to frighten you, honest." She took the shades off, giving the lamia a sincere look. "It's just that this is an incredibly tense time for everyone at the Exchange. There's more people passing through the system than ever as well as a growing number of scumbags tying to exploit them, so the whole department's had to take things up a notch. I shouldn't have taken the frustration out on you like that, and I'm sorry. I promise it won't happen again."

The younger woman's face was uncertain for a fraction of a second, still taken aback by the outburst. However, her trusting nature won out and the frown was replaced with an understanding smile. "Don't worry about it, Miss Smith. It's okay, really. I know I'm just a naive girl compared to you and everyone in M.O.N., but I can understand how hard all the work you do is. Everybody gets antsy sometimes, right?"

The coordinator smiled, genuinely warmed by the lamia's generosity. "Yeah, I suppose that's true. Thank you for being so understanding." She went to reach inside her jacket, which Miia now noticed had a rather out-of-place bulge around the midsection. Smith pulled it out with a flourish and revealed it to be two sandwiches, one of which being the very egg and cress ensemble Miia had been eyeing in the store. The snake woman gasped.

Smith grinned her sly grin. "Before you complain about my blatant thievery, the Exchange is about to pay for all those damages. One sandwich can't hurt, right?" she passed the sandwich over, the wrapper crinkling as it exchanged hands. "Now, you go find somewhere to sit. I've been told there's a nice little park just up the street here. Go grab a bench for us, will you?"

"Okay!" the snake girl smiled, setting off down the street with her tail undulating with enthusiasm. Halfway down the street, however, she stopped and looked back, apparently realising her handler wasn't beside her any more. "Wait, are you not coming?"

She waved her hand lazily. "You go on, I'll catch up. Important calls, secret missions, dangerous people, et cetera. I'll be there soon."

The younger woman lingered a moment to giggle at the coordinator's comment, then set off back on her original course, getting smaller every second. After a while, she was completely gone from sight. Smith's genial mask disappeared as her arm slowly dropped to her side, a shadow settling upon her face and revealing the nature of her true thoughts. Yes, dangerous people indeed. No matter what she told herself, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something off about that blonde man from St. Lady's. And whatever it was, she didn't like it one bit.


Yoshikage Kira strolled out of the car park and down the rural lane, taking a glance at his watch and grinning. 7:45, perfect. It was only five minutes until his table was scheduled for him, and Kira could barely contain his eagerness. Of course, if an onlooker didn't know Kira, then they wouldn't even notice this fact. However, the barely perceptible twitching of his right index finger, his only tell, gave away his excitement. For the first time since Morioh, he would finally be able to go on a date with his girlfriend. Not a walk around the park or a comfy night in the house, either. No, this was to be a proper candlelit dinner at a high-quality restaurant, their every need tended to by professional waiters in crisp white shirts. Oh, he couldn't wait.

He had taken a drive out of the suburbs into the countryside that bordered the town, hills and fields filled with all manner of crops stretching out in every direction. This far away from civilisation he felt strangely at peace, the gentle whispering of the wind stirring the hedge rows into a slow, lazy dance. The sun had lowered its position since his lunchtime and had dyed the clouds deep hues of orange and violet, causing the trees and shrubbery around him to form darkened silhouettes pressed up against the sky. It was a gorgeous sight, like something straight out of a Van Gogh painting.

In the hours between his eventful visit to St. Lady's and now, he had returned home and changed into a far more luxurious set of clothes, a far cry from his usual purple business suit. He wore a navy blue blazer with glossy black buttons that shone in the dim evening light, in the chest pocket a single grey, lily-like flower. Underneath there was a light pink shirt, the soft hue so subtle that it appeared white at first glance. On his lower half were matching navy trousers and his favourite pair of leather shoes, beige in colour and decorated with small swirling patterns on the sides. Finally, nestled lovingly inside his blazer pocket was his disembodied limb of a girlfriend, hidden so masterfully that there wasn't even a bulge. On her finger he had placed a large and expensive ring, silver with precious stones of various shades lining its circumference. Eventually, Kira turned a corner and arrived at his destination.

The Lakeside was an absolutely stunning work of architecture. Once a small brewery back in the early twentieth century, it had gone out of business and grown decrepit, stagnating for decades. However, it was recently purchased, renovated and given the name Lakeside on account of the large lake that surrounded it on all sides, save for the small length of land used as a path. It was absolutely massive, with at least a hundred metres of nearly-crystal clear water spreading out in every direction by Kira's estimate. Occasionally, one would see tiny orange fish brush against the surface to snatch a morsel, sending tiny ripples out over it, then dive back under at a moment's notice. Although, the grandeur of the lake, though undeniable, was nothing compared to the restaurant itself. Two stories of exquisite stonemasonry stood in the middle of the lake, perched on a large concrete base topped with polished wooden decking that shone in the light of the frosted glass lamps hung from the walls. The building was mainly constructed out of pale red bricks, with polished granite arches framing the pristine windows that dotted its face at regular intervals. Lining the edge of the slate roof were beige stone motifs, swirling around and in on themselves to form intricate floral patterns that became impossible to track as they bloomed. It all gave the place a very rustic, comfortable aura that Kira couldn't help but love.

Despite all this, the most exceptional display of architecture was by far the clock tower that shot up from behind the main building. If the lake was a gold ring and the main building was a diamond necklace, then the tower was the Crown Jewels. A completely new addition to the property, it stood tall above the rest of the landscape like some enormous sentinel standing watch over its domain, the dark shape its tapered roof formed against the evening sky impossible to miss. The clock was a illuminated by floodlights, with a brilliant white face and incredibly ornate hands in the image of two huge metal roses, complete with golden petals discernible even from afar. And the best part? The top of the tower had been converted into a separate dining room containing far fewer tables than the lower floors, making for a far more private dining experience that was, understandably, coveted to the point that you had to pay a hefty fee to even reserve one of the tables. A person would have to be well-off to even consider one, let alone the three he held.

For Kira, though? A real, quiet dinner with his girlfriend was priceless.


"And here's your seat, sir."

A young waiter pulled Kira's seat out from under the circular table, motioning for him to sit. He had to say, the plush upholstery looked incredibly enticing.

"Ah, thank you." he said to the young man, setting himself down on the chair. "And before I forget, could you please fetch me the wine list?"

"Of course, sir, right away." the waiter inclined his head and promptly hurried away down the stairs at the other end of the room. Finally alone, Kira could properly relax and properly enjoy the fruits of his labour. The room around him was, to say the very least, stunning. The furniture was made of rich, varnished wood, the tables dressed with white tablecloths with gold embroidery. The walls were half white wallpaper and half vertical wooden planks, engraved with intricate scroll patterns. Around the room stood various works of art; from the walls hung a number of different landscapes, and small sculptures of cherubs and the like sat on pedestals where nobody could knock them. In the middle of the room hung a giant crystal chandelier, the flames of the candles warping and distorting as they flickered through the crystal screen. It bathed the room in a soft yellow glow, giving everything inside something of a high-class twentieth century feeling. Finally, of course, there was the clock face which took up almost half an entire wall all by itself. Only up close could its immensity truly be admired, the diameter probably being equal to about six Kiras standing on top of each other. The clock wasn't actually functional on account of the tower not having enough space for the gears, of course, but it was nice to see the expert craftsmanship up close nonetheless. All in all, the entire place radiated pure class.

"Um, sir?"

Kira was snapped out of his daydreaming by the voice of the young waiter from before, now holding a long wine list in one hand and a menu in the other.

"Hmm? Oh, I'm sorry. Thank you." Kira accepted the list and flicked through it, eyes quickly scrolling down each page and moving on to the next. Finally, he found what he was looking for.

"Yes, I'll have this Moët and Chandon, right here." said Kira, indicating a rather expensive bottle of vintage champagne.

"I'll bring it right away, sir. Your menu?" the waiter asked, extending the book towards his customer. He was stopped when Kira held up his hand.

"No thank you, I already know what I'm having. I'll take the crab meat soup for starters and the seafood risotto as my main." Kira said, eyes closed as he confidently listed his order.

"I see you've been here before, sir! I've never seen somebody order without even using a menu before, that's pretty impressive!" Kira grinned at the young man's praise. Of course he hadn't, nobody prided themselves as much on their organisation as him, Yoshikage Ki-

"But unfortunately, we're fresh out of the shrimp needed for the risotto."

"Eh?"

The waiter's professional smile suddenly seemed strained. "I-I'm sorry, sir, but we've run out of shrimp. It was used up recently, and we haven't got another shipment yet. I'm sorry, but you'll have to choose something else."

Kira's jaw clenched imperceptibly. He had come here to celebrate the anniversary of his freedom and share a meal of his favourite dish with his girlfriend, and it wasn't even available? First that incident with the snake woman and now this. How vexing.

He'd just have to deal with it. "That's fine. In that case, I'll have the grilled sea bass instead." he said, albeit with a small hint of annoyance. He'd remembered that dish too, just above the risotto on the menu.

"We definitely have that, sir." the young man almost breathed, evidently relaxed now that he was no longer at risk of dealing with an irate diner. "I'll be right back with your champagne." with that, he turned on his heel and walked over to the elevator across the room, climbing inside and disappearing behind automatic doors. He must be getting too tired for the stairs, thought the blond businessman.

"Ah, well, that's none of my concern. The only person I'm concerned with tonight…" the serial killer trailed off, reaching inside his blazer. "…is you." Kira gently lifted his girlfriend out of her pocket and set her down on the table, making sure the wound was safely on his folded-up handkerchief to prevent any telltale bloodstains on the tablecloth. He stopped for a moment to look down at the limb, his expression dropping. "Look, I'm sorry I couldn't treat you to the risotto too, but there's nothing I can do. Besides, I'm sure the sea bass is just as delicious. No matter how you look at it, we're bound to have a nice night, okay?" A moment later his admonishing look was replaced with a more tender smile. "That's more like it. Stop worrying, darling, this evening is going to be perfe-"

"Wow, this place is gorgeous!"

Kira froze. Tiny beads of sweat began to form on his face and palms as his eyes widened and teeth clenched. The shrill voice was horribly familiar to him. That high-pitched, ditzy tone could only belong to one person. His hands subconsciously gripped the table, a pink humanoid figure faintly flickering in and out of existence behind him. He didn't want to believe it. It couldn't possibly be true. Why here, why now?

Kira tried to calm himself, forcibly reigning in his Stand. He was overreacting, it couldn't possibly be who he thought it was. Luck had always sided with him, Yoshikage Kira, so there was no conceivable way that this could be happening right now, in this restaurant, at this specific time. Yes, that was right. He had to be mistaken! Voices weren't that unique; thousands of people could share a similar tone, surely? Yet no matter how hard he tried, he wasn't reassured in the slightest. It was just too similar to leave it to chance. He had to know, and there was only one way to find out.

Reluctantly standing up from his seat, Kira crept over to the edge of his alcove and dared to peak around the corner. It was at that moment his worst fears were confirmed.

Before the door of the elevator, like a black stain on an otherwise spotless white sheet, was the lamia from earlier. She was dressed in significantly more formal attire, now wearing a long, white dress in place of the yellow shirt and blue skirt from earlier. It still covered barely any of the twenty feet of glimmering scales, of course, but the difference was nonetheless noticeable. Her fair skin had also changed, now decorated with blusher, eyeliner and a number of other cosmetics. Above that, her crimson hair was now done up in a waist-length ponytail. To top it all off, her fingernails were now painted an alluring shade of red which contrasted perfectly with pale, slender fingers that led up to beautifully unblemished knuckles…

He mentally slapped himself, ashamed of such thoughts. Now wasn't the time for that sort of thing. Maybe he'd kill her later and take take her hand, Exchange laws be damned, but he had to remain loyal. For a few more days, at least. Then his current girlfriend would probably start to smell, but that was besides the point.

A little more observation revealed an even greater terror than the snake: the government official. Unlike her charge, she had neglected to get properly dressed for the occasion in any obvious way. Instead of some elegant outfit, she was merely wearing the same black suit from before. Her hair was in the same simple style, her lazy posture was identical and even the black sunglasses were still on her face, shielding her eyes from curious onlookers. It was as if, despite her lax attitude, she was on careful lookout for trouble. The relaxed exterior hiding the unquestionably alert mind made a dangerous combination, one that Kira wanted to stay as far away from as possible.

"I'm glad you think so, ma'am! We spend a lot of time trying to make everything look perfect." replied a short waitress around the same age as the one who served him. "But I'm sure that you'll love the food even more. Shall I show you both to your tables? We received a message that you'd be coming tonight, so we moved some other reservations to other tables and got you the most suitable seats in the house!" her voice brimmed with pride.

"That would be great, thanks. Come on, Mia." the agent stepped around the younger woman's coiled tail and followed the waitress.

Straight towards his corner.

This was bad. They would be here in less than seven seconds, by his count. He hadn't foreseen this at all; when he booked the other two tables half an hour later, he'd just expected to have some regular diners sit there, finish eating and leave him in peace. But having his two ? Of all the restaurants in the city, they had to come here, sit in those seats of all places and ruin his meticulously-planned anniversary just because of some government bullshit? It was unbelievable. Worst of all was the dead hand on the table. If he didn't move quickly, he wouldn't be able to hide Naoko before he was exposed. They'd see her lying there, and his quiet life would come to an end. He had to act, and fast.

Kira darted back to his table and snatched the limb up, sitting down awkwardly and scrambling to look natural.

Two seconds.

Fingers fumbling for the pocket inside his blazer, he tried to stuff her inside it but in his haste ripped the entire pocket off. Looking down into the darkness, he could just about see the scrap of fabric hanging uselessly to the suit by a single intact thread.

Six seconds.

There was no time to think of another hiding place where she wouldn't be seen. They would appear in less than a second, and he was left with only one way out. He gave his girlfriend a last, regretful glance before activating Killer Queen's ability, turning the disembodied hand into ashes and the ashes into nothing just before the trio rounded the corner.

Seven seconds. Kira finally exhaled. He was safe.

Not for much longer though, apparently. The very moment the lamia - Miia, he now remembered - slithered past the wall concealing him, her head turned in his direction and she met his gaze. Her eyes widened and Yoshikage steeled himself, fully aware that it was now over for him.

Evidently unable to resist, she nimbly manoeuvred around the furniture and pulled up beside him, far to close for comfort. Thankfully, she was at least a little more calm this time. Rather than frantic, the young woman before him seemed simply remorseful, a somewhat embarrassed expression on her face.

"U-Um, hello again, sir. You might not remember me, but we met earlier today in St. Lady's. I'm really sorry if I'm bothering you, but I never got the chance to apologise for what I did." her head dipped downwards in shame. "It's just that us lamias are bigger than humans and we need more space to even move around, so tiny aisles like that don't really work well for us…" her voice trailed off.

Her head suddenly snapped back up with resolve-filled eyes, making the blond man flinch. "But I want to do better in the future! I'm here representing my species, and I can't let a disaster like that go without an apology." She clasped her hands above her ample chest and bowed slightly, eyes closed. "I'm really sorry, sir. I hope you can forgive me for what I did to you."

Kira was taken aback. She seemed genuinely upset that she had caused him so much trouble. Most times, beautiful young women like this acted high and mighty, caring nothing for common decency and imposing on everyone around them, hence why Kira redeemed their souls by dating them. But this girl was somehow different. Despite her incredibly good looks, she was truly sincere in her apology. Kira knew all about fake emotion, and this wasn't it. This was real.

However, this train of thought was interrupted by the approach of the government agent, high heels clacking against the hardwood floor. Both he and Miia turned their heads at the sound.

"Now, Miia, don't you think you've already intruded on the poor man enough for one day?" she admonished the younger woman, though her voice was just as unconcerned as the first time he heard it "If you really want, you can talk during the meal. For now, let's just get seated, hmm?"

"Oh, you're right!" she said, turning back to the blond man. "Again, I'm really sorry for what happened, and I hope you can forgive me for it." She went to slither away, but seemed to remember something and looked back at him. "Oh, I almost forgot! This is Miss Smith," the suit nodded at the acknowledgement " and my name's Miia. What's yours?"

He briefly hesitated, never having been the type of person to give his name out. As far as he was concerned, the less people that knew him, the better. Oh well, it wasn't like he had much choice this time. He'd just have to deal with it.

"Yoshikage Kira, it's a pleasure to meet you. Don't worry about what happened, it was an accident. I wasn't hurt, so there's nothing to forgive." Kira said in the most believable voice he could muster, extending his hand outwards. Of course, he hadn't nearly forgiven her for almost ruining his quiet life he held so dear, but she hardly needed to know that.

The lamia's face lit up at his words, and she eagerly went to slither forward and accept his handshake. Just before she could reach it, though, the hand of the interspecies coordinator appeared on her shoulder and pulled her back.

"Come on, Miia, they're waiting to take our orders. Let's not keep them waiting any longer." She said, giving her charge a gentle pat on the shoulder before she nodded and took off, tail undulating behind her.

Miss Smith turned back to Kira, staring at him with hidden eyes. "Sorry about Miia, she's pretty new to human society. "Still, thanks for being so understanding. I just can't stand it when someone tries to trouble liminals, you know what I mean? Well, we'll just be over here." with that, she turned on her heel and walked away, her raven hair whipping round.

A single bead of cold sweat began to form on his cheek. Just now, there was something more to that woman's comment. It sounded laid back, but there was definitely a dangerous undertone in her voice. Did she suspect him already? Surely not, he was an expert in covering his tracks perfectly, and the only time he had been found out was because that fat little bastard Shigekiyo had a Stand too. He was sure that this woman was absolutely normal, so how could she know anything?

Then it hit him. Maybe she was suspicious of his sudden disappearance back at St. Lady's. He had vanished without a trace, after all, and she would notice more than most other people given her profession. Yes, that had to be it. If she really was already on his case, he would have to be extremely careful.


Fifteen minutes later, Kira was sitting through one of Miia's many long-winded stories, struggling to hide his boredom. Next to him was Miss Smith, forced to sit next to him on account of the ludicrous amount of space Miia's tail took up. His expensive champagne had arrived and was already a third empty thanks to Smith's relentless mooching. The waiters had seen them talking earlier and asked if they wanted the tables moving closer together. Miia, of course, enthusiastically agreed before Yoshikage could even say anything, while the irritating agent beside her just snickered at his misfortune into the back of her hand. He made a note to kill her at some point.

"And that's the completely true story of how me and Miss Smith first met!" finished the liminal girl, grinning mischievously so that her fangs peeked out from under her top lip.

Kira's eyes flicked up and met hers, torn away from his internal lamentation by the sudden absence of background noise. "That's quite an interesting story, Miia. Very exciting." he said halfheartedly, unable to summon the effort to give a further comment.

Beside him, Smith laughed into her hand in that infuriating way that seemed so natural on her. "Well, she's not kidding when she says 'completely true'. I mean, you could have been a little more subtle, Miia." she reached across the table and picked up a glass of his champagne, drinking deeply and finishing it off. "You didn't have to tell Yoshikage here the part where the I used tranquiliser darts on half your tribe. Why, I feel absolutely scandalised!"

Miia giggled, nearly dropping her own glass by accident. "Sorry, Miss Smith, but it was too good of a story to pass up! Besides, Mr. Kira was nice enough to let us share his champagne, so it's only fair that we pay him back somehow. Right, Mr. Kira?"

"Absolutely." Yoshikage replied dully, not really listening and then instantly realising his mistake. The boredom in his voice somewhat showed through when he spoke, giving away his emotions. Fortunately Miia missed it, apparently not noticing. The coordinator beside him, though? Not a chance. From the corner of his eye, Kira saw Smith shoot him a sadistic grin that made his heart drop.

"You know what? I think you might just be right. Well, if you want a really good story," said the coordinator, her voice taking on a mischievous edge, "then why not tell him about the time you first met the M.O.N. squad?"

Miia gasped, eyes lighting up. "Oh, that's a great one! It's really long, too, so it'll keep us going at least until our food arrives! Doesn't that sound fun, Mr. Kira?"

Kira barely suppressed a groan. Why was he of all people stuck with these two demons? He wasn't even twenty minutes in and he could already tell that his evening would only get worse.

-To be continued in chapter 4: Dinner for Two (Part 2)-


Hi, everyone. Sorry I haven't uploaded in so long. I've had a lot of work to do, and I altered parts of this chapter pretty frequently. I was aiming for a weekly upload sort of thing, but I might just do it monthly instead (could also be finished with the chapter sooner than that, so take it as you will).

I was going to publish this and the next chapter as one big thing, but this fit the chapter size better, plus the events of the next chapter are probably better off as their own thing.

see you mad lads in like a month i guess

P.S. VENTO AUREO CONFIRMED BOYS, HA HA TIME FOR NARANCIA part 6 never