A/N: Another chapter for everyone! Sorry for the delay but Polt has finally arrived! And we get to meet back up with canon a bit, but can you guess who will be next?Thanks for reading as always, hate it, love it, see some faults, got a suggestion or where Polt should take Yamada on her date chapter(s)? Tell me with a review!
Disclaimer: I'll likely never own DLWMG sadly.
Yamada wasn't sure what was going on, but he was sure he was at least somewhere close to hell at the moment. It was not really a sentiment one would expect when sitting at their own dining table, but when you had one irate slime girl sitting beside you, a cheerful looking kobold on the other, and worst of all, Ms Smith sitting beside that kobold, dangerous was an understatement.
"Let me get this straight." Yamada said as he collapsed into his hands. "So I know Polt here was on a temporary visa to stay in the country, but I would think it would have been set up to let her stay at least until the construction was done."
"Well," Ms Smith started with a large grin on her face. "They were supposed to be, but you know how construction crews can be. Things just ended up taking longer than expected."
"So now she needs somewhere to stay until she can renew her visa, or else she'll get deported?" Yamada continued.
The kobold nodded rapidly. "If I get deported then those lazy contractors are going to take even longer and then it'll never get finished."
"And now," Yamada said, his tone resigned to the inevitable, "you want to stay at my house in exchange for helping me find Nyx two weeks ago."
When he had made that deal, he hadn't actually expected Polt to cash in on it, or to use it as an excuse to move in. But if nothing else Yamada was a man of his word, and on top of that it wasn't like he could say no at this point given the construction workers were already building…something, attached to the back of his house.
"That and you are one of the few people we could find that would be able to keep up with her exercise routine while also having enough space for her to set up an office." Smith added.
"You know, usually people ask first before doing things like this..." Yamada grumbled in a quieter voice toward the government agent.
The grin on Smith's face turned teasing. "And here I thought you'd be happy to have a second homestay, what with that wondrous show you put on with Nyx at the festival."
"You're the one that pushed me to go to that festival!" Came Yamada's harshly whispered reply, before he sighed. "It's not so much that I mind having her here, it's more I'm worried about how she and Nyx'll get along. I mean, Nyx is already temperamental enough and I think she was just starting to calm down, and now, well..."
Yamada gestured to a tense stand-off between the two liminals. While Nyx's eyes glared death towards the athletic liminal, Polt's were wide open with an impudent friendliness. Such light-heartedness only provoked Nyx further as the slime girl's tentacles raised menacingly behind her.
Grabbing his cup of water, Yamada splashed it on Nyx. It was just a harmless dousing her skin to grab her attention, but it worked as intended. "No fighting at the table."
"Fine." Nyx pouted as the water sank into her body. "But I can't just let this cur move in without a bit of a challenge!"
"Come on Nyx, it won't be that bad." Yamada hoped, he really did.
Smith leaned into her hand, "Well, if you really wanted to, we could probably arrange something. We do need to see what the full capabilities of a slime girl are, after all, for science and all that."
"Can we at least not do it in my house? I would like to not have to get the whole place repaired because you wanted to see what Nyx could do."
Yamada was indeed only worried about his house, thankfully. Since the outing that had turned into a date not two weeks ago, the ex-cop had become much less worried about being murdered by the slimegirl. Indeed the attacks had nearly stopped, and when they happened they had more of a hint of teasing then any actual danger.
"I have just the place." Polt said as she jumped to her feet, her tail wagging behind her.
"Welcome!" Polt said as she stood with her hands raised over her heads and her feet shoulder width apart. "To Polt Stadium! The future premier center of extraspecies sports and recreation in the city."
Yamada and Nyx looked around the large, if still in progress, stadium. It looked like when it was done the place would be able to seat thousands of cheering spectators around the field in the center, and the connecting building was supposed to house a major gym when it was done.
"Don't you think this might be a bit excessive for a startup here?" Yamada had to ask.
The kobold didn't seem perturbed at all by the potential failure of her business in the future. "Nah I already got a bunch of centaur jousting matches lined up. I'm sure they'll end up drawing a huge crowd! If only because the girl centaur's shirts tend to pop open mid match."
Yamada could feel the sweat beads forming on his brow, like gold coins in Polt's vault, or droplets of milk from two-"Huh, well...Is that even legal to have as a public show?" He turned to look for the government agent that was in their party, but didn't see her. "Uhh, where did Smith go?"
"The government pawn is up there." Nyx said as she returned to staring at Polt, one of her tentacles pointed up into the under construction seats. "Now Yamada, you should leave the ring so that I can show this imposer her place."
"You really don't have to do this, Nyx." Yamada warned, he already knew Nyx's mind was set on this, so he pulled himself up into the seating and sat down beside Ms Smith, while Zombina and a few humans were closer to the arena floor setting up some cameras. Down in the arena, Polt threw her top off to the side, leaving her in a tanktop and bicycle shorts that seemed to be her standard exercisewear. Meanwhile Nyx shifted her goo around, the tentacles that hovered around her head growing longer while her own body shrunk somewhat.
"Now for your punishment, challenger! We shall see who will be the dominant girl in this house!" Nyx cried, one of her tentacles launching out at the kobold, who dodged with ease, cartwheeling away.
Polt grinned as she stopped on her feet and charged at Nyx. "Going to have to strike a bit faster than that if you want to hit me, slimey!"
Yamada looked on, and internally was cheering for Nyx even as he hoped that the fight would end in a tie. The brawl was surprisingly interesting, the kicks, punches, and tendril-jabs all holding his attention until he was distracted by Smith leaning over with the most teasing grin. "Two girls fighting over you already? Maybe I'll have to assign one of the girls to keep watch for any...disallowed relations."
"Nothing like that's going to happen Smith." Yamada said sharply, red creeping onto his cheeks as another one of Nyx's attack's missed the Kobold narrowly.
"At least until the law gets changed, right?"
Yamada blushed deeper, caught off guard by that idea, and sighed. "Er… Maybe, I have to admit having Nyx around has proven much better than I expected it to, especially in the last week or so."
"Well," Ms. Smith leaned back, holding herself a bit more seriously, "You've done good work dealing with her, so we finished your papers to join M.O.N. this morning. You will be working for us, more or less exactly as you did for the police."
"So I'm going to be a bicycle cop again?" Yamada confirmed, a large grin splitting his face at the thought of getting back to work.
"Isn't that an uplifting way to put it? You'll get a partner so that you can potentially deal with liminal threats, and also scouting around for potential threats for us to respond to."
"Ahh, and who is this partner going to be?"
"Just look down there and you'll be able to tell." Smith said with a laugh, pointing down to the arena where Polt and Nyx were still fighting. Polt looked like she had been untouched, while Nyx was unharmed despite the blows Polt was putting on her.
"Polt?" Yamada said as he tilted his head, he had honestly expected the bout to be over by now. Polt was proving to be far more capable than he expected in a fight.
"Both actually," Smith said with a grin. "We want to see if we can rehabilitate Nyx into a useful member of society, and Polt signed up because she wanted to join you on patrols. Mostly so she could use keeping up with you as exercise and have something to do with her day while she waits for everything to be built.
Yamada grinned himself. "Well, that isn't too bad. Though I have no idea how Nyx will be able to keep up with me on the bike."
"Ohh don't worry, we have that planned out. You'll see when we get back to your house. For now though I think the fight if just about done."
Smith's assessment was spot on, though Yamada couldn't see it before it happened. Mostly because both girls looked perfectly untouched. Polt looked a bit tired, while Nyx's goo was scattered everywhere, but neither were running out of strength.
At least till a few moments later, when both girls suddenly stopped fighting and fell against each other.
"Ugh, fine, I will allow you to stay at the house... You fight well enough to have earned it." Nyx said, the slime girl sending a tentacle out to start gathering her lost slime.
"And you made for a real good exercise partner! We should do this again at some point." Polt said back, while Smith and Yamada clapped, applauding for the two girls. Smith was the one that spoke first. "Good work girls, now let's get back to the house and get some drinks 'cause I have some news for you two."
Back at the house, Yamada would be the first to get to see his news. Outside his house was a bike, much like his old one, and it had what looked like a cooler box attached to the back. "Well, that's a solution I guess."
"You expect me to ride around in a box!" Nyx bellowed at Smith and Yamada, before settling on Smith. "Do you really believe I shall suffer such an indignity?"
"Well," Smith said, her grin returning. "If you want to let Polt have singular access to your homestay for most of the day then it's fine."
Nyx glared for a few more seconds. "Whatever, I guess I can stand it for now." She turned to Yamada. "But you'll need to come up with a better solution when you have some spare time! It wouldn't do for the hero to let one of his charges have to ride around in a small box."
Yamada didn't even try to argue, meanwhile Polt was bouncing on her feet and grinning at Nyx. "To bad you can't run ehh?"
"Can we please not start? You two already got your one allowed fight for the day." Yamada said as he walked the bike into the house. "Now guess we go see what those construction workers added?"
The group walked through the house, and soon came to a door that hadn't been there before. Opening it Yamada was greeted with...
There was a moment of meaningful silence before the bicycle-cop spun in place, giving Ms. Smith a very tired sort of look.
"Okay seriously, you guys can build a full gym inside my house in like a day, and Polt's businesses are stalled out?"
"They took all the good labourers." The kobold replied, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting for a moment. That moment passed quickly and she practically bounced into the room. "But this is great! I'll be able to keep up with my whole routine here, and maybe I can whip you two into shape!"
"Exercise doesn't affect me." Nyx responded quickly. Leaving Yamada to fend for himself.
"Umm, am I not already in shape?"
Polt didn't let that excuse pass. "You can always be in better shape! You can join too Ms S-... Where did she go?"
Everyone suddenly realised that the agent had once again vanished without a trace.
Rubbing the back of his head, Yamada muttered. "Damn, that woman can move fast when she wants to." Then he noticed a note left on the ground, and spoke it out as he read. "Also, there are uniforms in the closet."
"Uniforms?" Nyx said, while Polt was already heading toward the one closet in the room.
A few minutes later they were all dressed, and Yamada had to admit, everyone looked terrible in yellow. Actually that wasn't true, just Nyx did. Polt managed to pull off the odd yellow-orange outfit reasonably well, and he was wearing something that looked like a SAT teams kit with a more muted black and blue colouring.
"What are these vests made of? This whole thing feels like it's barely even a few pounds." Polt asked as she did an impromptu lap of the room.
Nyx meanwhile was staring down at her uniform, which amounted to practically a skin tight wetsuit painted in the MON colours. "We aren't actually going to have to wear all this right?"
"Well, mine and Polt's came with beat uniforms too," Yamada rooted through the closet. "But it just looks like you have a few more of those in here. Also who are these? They look like Polt's but I don't think the fit is right." Yamada left the odd clothes alone and pulled out the beat uniforms. "Well, guess we can start our first patrol."
"Come on Yamada, you got to keep up!"
"I still can't believe I'm riding around like a child in a baby seat."
Patrolling with Nyx and Polt was an, er... Interesting, experience. Following his old route, Yamada had been stuck in a half race with the latter, and barraged with comments about the indignities of riding in a cooler and wearing a stupid orange uniform from the former.
In the end, Polt had forgone the beat uniform and instead kept on what he was starting to call the 'mission' uniform. She had said its extra weight would be better for helping her exercise. Yamada was looking more or less exactly as he had before his termination, other than now having a badge that said M.O.N. instead of Saitama Prefecture Police, and Nyx was still in the orange wetsuit that they learned conformed to her changing body sizes.
"This isn't a race, Polt! We're supposed to take our time and make sure everyone's in good health." Yamada huffed as he peddled, it was nice to be back on the route, a few people had already asked him where he had been for the past few weeks. Their pleasant faces as they welcomed him back into their morning routines were elating. Yamada could feel a little hole in himself being filled up, as if a part of something missing had returned. There was the sports shop he'd frequent. There was the café where people stopped for coffee while admiring the beautiful sunny day. There was the little groceries shop where he would get his lunch sandwiches on a busy day. There was the comic book store, which was frequented by many a nerdy high schoolers, including a bunch of gun wielding orcs holding the cashier hostage.
Yamada slammed the brakes on his bicycle and looked fearfully at the store window.
The place was being robbed by gun-toting orcs!
Polt grinded to a halt just before him, and pointed at the store, a moment before one of the windows broke
"Crap!" Yamada exclaimed, pulling the bike into a nearby alley as his police officer's training kicked in. He cleared the area and shouted for people to leave immediately, declaring it an emergency.
"But why should I listen to you? Who are you working for!?" A frightened businessman asked amidst the panic.
"Me?" Yamada fought to hold back a rising smile on his lips as he gave the answer. "I'm with M.O.N!"
Soon enough, the entire building was surrounded by police officers, and it was just a matter of waiting till the rest of M.O.N. arrived so they could come up with a plan.
Yamada knew this was a serious situation, but he couldn't fight the invigorating feeling in his heart. Weeks ago, he thought his dreams had come to an end, that he couldn't be the police officer he always wanted to be. No more adventures, no more calls to action. But here he was, in a stand-off against dangerous liminals that were breaking the peace, and people were counting on him to protect the innocent and carry out justice.
Just now, Yamada, agent of M.O.N, was on the first day of his job, and he felt great.