Summary: What would you do if you had nothing? Cobra wakes up in a world with no memories, a phone in his pocket, and a strange familiar he can call on at any time. Then he meets those who will turn out to be his greatest allies, fighting through catastrophe after catastrophe by their side. Why does danger always seek him out? And what the hell's the deal with 23 other souls being stuck to his own? (A TAS x Fairy Tail xover, with the only Fairy Tail character being Cobra.)

/I own nothing, of course! I hope you enjoy this series!

"Rin to shite hana wa saita ato se sae mo yuruganakute

Kyou ga kuru fuankan mo ubaitotte yuku.

Shougo sugi no koutei de hitori no boku wa toumei ningen

Dareka ni kizuite hoshikute utatte iru."

["Not swayed even after the dignified flower bloomed,

Today comes, stealing away even my feeling of unease.

Alone in the schoolyard in the afternoon, I'm a transparent person;

I'm singing, waiting for someone to notice me."]

~ Semi-Transparent Boy by Yorushika

What would you do if everything was torn from your grasp?

…

Would you cry? Scream? Beg for forgiveness, even if you did nothing wrong?

…

Shout your hate to the world for the way it is?

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What would you do if you had nothing left?

…!

Shinjuku. A part of the 23 Wards in Tokyo, all of which is isolated from the outside world by a thick, concrete wall that seemed to reach the heavens. Inside the Ward itself lies Shinjuku Central Park, where a pillar of light extended far beyond the skyline. It is at this park that the pillar of light's radiance took on an unnatural glow, increasing in intensity until a figure fell to the ground in front of it.

"Guh - "

The person, upon closer inspection being male, first felt the grass beneath their hands as they pushed up onto their knees. Amethyst orbs peeked out from behind previously closed eyelids, blearily taking in his surroundings.

Is this...a park…? It had to be. If so, then he needed to go - Go where?

Where am I? The thought forced him to stand, his legs almost buckling from the sudden weight before steadying. He narrowed his eyes. No...who am I? What am I doing here so late at night?

Why can't I remember anything?

He started to walk. I should at least look for a clue or a landmark of some sort; maybe then I'll finally know what the hell happened to me. Upon reaching a map that provided the layout of the place, he paused.

"'Shinjuku Central Park'...?"- Wait, Shinjuku? Where the fuck am I?!

He didn't know why he felt so panicked in the first place. Being in an unfamiliar environment shouldn't cause this indescribable feeling of dread to well up inside him; all he had to do was calmly assess the situation and find a way out.

So why did he feel like he didn't recognize this place, yet he automatically knew it to be a park?

...Must be the whole memory loss thing I've got going on. I'm sure that I've been here before. He tried to rationalize, instinctively shoving his hands into his pockets only to brush up against a cold device. Is that…?

He pulled out a phone. His first reaction was to recoil, because holy shit what is this but instead, his fingers powered up and unlocked the phone with ease. It's like...I've always had this. This should give me a clue -

Two blue triangles twirling in the shape of a circle cut off his train of thought. The screen of the device merrily faded to black as something emerged from the symbols, calling out to him in a cheerful manner.

"Ta-dah! Your familiar has arrived!"

"My...what…?" He was lost. He was so very, painfully lost. And that made him angry. "Who the hell are you?!"

"Whaa, scary!" The self-proclaimed familiar - which appeared to be a goat wearing a suit, holding a cane, and having a ring resting on its left horn - yelped in fear, trembling from the threatening tone in the other's voice. "You summoned me here, Master! I'm hurt that you don't recognize me!"

The summoner huffed. "I can't recognize shit here. Who are you? Do you know where the hell I am?"

The familiar stopped trembling, instead floating closer. "My real name is super long and super complicated, so you can just call me Lil' Salomon!" The goat proceeded to pinch his cheeks. "C'mon, say it with me: Lil' Salomon!"

"Pass." The other said dryly, turning away and walking in a random direction. Lil' Salomon retreated, crocodile tears falling to the ground. "You never answered my other question, Salomon."

Lil' Salomon perked up at the mention of his name. "You're in the Shinjuku Ward, more specifically in Shinjuku Central Park. You were summoned to this world by a Summoner, passing through the Gate behind you."

Shinjuku Ward? Summoner? Gate? The unfamiliar terms were beginning to have a toll on his psyche. I...I don't recognize any of it. Why can't I remember anything?

"What's wrong, Master?" Lil' Salomon asked timidly. Probably because he brushed him off earlier, the other mused. Nonetheless he answered, a frown marring his features.

"I...don't recognize those terms. I don't recognize anything. I don't know anything, and it's frustrating."

Lil' Salomon looked at him with pity. For some reason, it made him want to both punch him and pinch his cheeks. Wait, what? "Master, do you-...do you remember who you are?"

Who I am? He tried. He tried to respond, but his mind was horribly blank. Why…? Why can't I answer that question?

Lil' Salomon took pity on him, instead pressing another area. "Do you at least know your name?"

The master scoffed, mouth moving automatically. "Of course I do. It's - "

He tensed, going rigid. Lil' Salomon was about to ask what was wrong when a scream cut through the silence. He jumped (at least, as much as a floating familiar can jump in the air) as his master whipped around in that direction, eyes wide in confusion and amazement.

"I heard that," He breathed. Lil' Salomon put a hand where his heart was, trying to calm it.

"I-I think anyone could hear that scream! It sounded like it was right on top of us!"

The other shook his head, as if to shake the cobwebs. "No, I - Oh shit!"

Another figure barrelled into him, knocking him over. Lil' Salomon shouted in concern but was cut off, the same symbols appearing where he was and whisking him away. His summoner furrowed his brows, guessing that he merely returned from where he came from and wondering what to do next when a hand entered his field of view.

"Oh my god, are you okay?!" A voice asked. He looked up to see a boy in his late teens leaning over, offering a hand to help him up. His chestnut-colored hair (which leaned a bit more onto the reddish side) brought a warmer color to the dullness of their surroundings, his same colored eyes shining with worry.

As if on instinct, he knocked the hand away. "'M fine," He mumbled, standing up on his own while giving the other teen (they had to be around the same age, right?) a glare. "Just make sure it doesn't happen again."

The other boy retracted his hand, looking a little put-off at first before smiling widely. Oh god, the other thought, not another weirdo. "I know this sucks for a first encounter, and I'm in a hurry, but I'm Ryota, Ryota Yakushimaru! And you are?"

"I'm - " He paused. He couldn't even remember anything, let alone his name, so what was he - "- Cobra. No last name, nothing else; just Cobra."

Ryota grinned. "Oh, a nickname! Alright Cobra, nice to meet you!"

The other, now known as Cobra, stood stock-still. Why did he say that word? Did he like snakes or something? No...Something tells me that it's what I usually go by. My real name is -

The ground began to shake. Ryota's eyes widened. "I forgot! This place is dangerous at night; you have to hurry on out of here!"

"It's fine." Cobra grumbled. "It's not like I have anywhere to go."

Ryota whirled on him, shock written on his features. Before he could answer, another entity made itself known to them by crashing into the clearing where they resided.

Cobra gaped. Even if he didn't know much, he could at least recognize an oni when he saw one. "What the hell is that doing here?!"

"It's a Stray Transient!" Ryota yelled. He grasped Cobra's hand, which startled the latter so badly that he couldn't come up with a mocking retort. "We have to run!"

The oni was huge. Under the streetlight It shone a brilliant crimson, hefting a rather large club over one shoulder as it locked eyes on them.

It licked its lips. "'Was...getting hungry…"

"What the fuck," Was all Cobra could say as it charged.

"Just run!" Ryota gasped, already out of breath. Cobra knew that he was overweight, but even then he was running surprisingly fast. "If we don't shake him, we're as good as dead!"

I don't want to die. Cobra heard the strange sound again; it sounded like it came from Ryota, but...he didn't speak. He knew; he was watching him the whole time.

If he didn't say anything, then who did?

- No. Cobra shook his head. This wasn't a time to mull things over; it was time to run. There's no way I could beat that thing, and at the speed we're running, it should catch up to us in no time.

He sighed, unaware of Ryota's rambling as they ran. He could always just...leave. He was faster than Ryota, and the red oni probably only wanted a light snack. If he abandoned Ryota, he could get out of here -

He let go of Ryota's hand, stopping in his tracks. Ryota stumbled to a halt, regaining his breath as he looked at Cobra in confusion. "Cobra?"

"Ah, shit." Cobra sighed, a rueful grin forming on his face. He extended his arms, eyes trained on the oni that had also stopped its pursuit and was watching with mild interest.

Cobra's grin turned vicious. "If you want to eat one of us, it should be me."

"Cobra?!" Ryota shouted in shock. Cobra threw a look over his shoulder at him. Ryota was shaking; he was scared, and yet...and yet -

He warned Cobra of the danger.

He grabbed Cobra and ran from the oni.

He tried to save Cobra.

Cobra looked away. "Get outta here, Ryota; if only one of us gets to live, I'd rather it be the one who has people worrying about them. No one would miss me if I were to die."

"Cobra - !" Ryota extended a hand out towards him, willing Cobra to stop, but he was already running.

"Come get me, you sorry excuse for a demon!" Cobra hollered as he made for the trees.

The oni roared in rage. Cobra shot off towards the side, hearing thundering footsteps trail after him. He kept his eyes forward, thinking of the distraught boy he left in the middle of the park. He should be safe.

A blue light shone beside him. "Master!" Lil' Salomon cried out. "Don't leave me like that again!"

"Less talking, more running!" Cobra huffed. While he was sure that he could run for some time, his body refused to fully cooperate with him; he felt his energy draining out of him.

"Master, what have you gotten yourself into?!" Lil' Salomon was rightfully confused. Cobra knew that he deserved better, but all he did was bark a curt response at the familiar.

"Pissed off an oni to get its attention. Says that it wants to eat me. May or may not die."

"You...You can't die!" Lil' Salomon shouted as Cobra ducked underneath a tree branch, hearing the oni give a pained grunt a few seconds later as it hit the same branch. Damn, it caught up quick.

"That's the plan!" He retorted, his breath coming out in pants. He felt light-headed; was it just him, or was the ground moving? "Unless you got any other ideas?"

Lil' Salomon's answer was shocking. "Summon your Sacred Artifact, hurry!"

"My what?!" Cobra gasped as he slipped, falling face-first beyond the treeline. Damn uncooperative legs!

The oni was only a few seconds behind. Cobra could hear it: the leaves crushed underfoot, the twigs snapping in two, the angry puffs of breath emanating from the demon. Lil' Salomon seemed to notice the closeness too, for he spoke in a rushed tone. "A Sacred Artifact is an extension of your power, or rather your soul. Open up the App on your phone. That's it, that's it...now will your weapon into existence!"

Cobra was skeptical, but he didn't have a choice. To his surprise, the area where his heart resided began to glow as the handle of an object formed in his hand.

"Got ya...!" The red oni growled in victory as it swung its gruesome club down.

There was no way to dodge the weapon. Roll to the left? Dead. Roll to the right? Dead. Block with his arms? The bones would shatter seconds before his head was beaten into a pulp.

Cobra should have died, and yet, he didn't.

"Ghk…!" Cobra gritted his teeth as he deflected the club, springing to his feet and backtracking a couple of yards away from his opponent. He glanced at the weapon in his hands; the silver surface of the sword showed him his reflection, a dull sheen coating the blade with an air of mystery.

"A sword? Really?" He said in exasperation for no reason. In honesty, he was still shocked from the sudden turn of events; he was certain that he would've died, but he -

"Raaargh!" The oni was on him in an instant, swinging once more at him. Cobra's senses kicked into overdrive, leading him to duck underneath the fatal arc the club made while slashing at the oni's chest.

Cobra knew instantly that it was too shallow of a cut. In his defense, he did not retain any memories; while the sword felt strangely natural in his hands, he was still, ultimately, a novice. Sadly, a cut like that wasn't enough to finish off the oni. Nonetheless the oni roared in pain, throwing out a fist that caught Cobra in the abdomen.

Cobra felt his breath get caught as he was sent flying, hitting the ground with enough force to leave him dazed for a couple of seconds. A couple of seconds was all the oni needed as it cackled, closing the distance and raising the club to deliver the finishing blow.

Stuck in an unfamiliar place, and already I'm going to die. He laughed, the sound ringing hollow. What a fucking joke.

"COBRA!"

As the club came down, something - no, someone - tackled him out of the way. The two rolled on the ground, Cobra keeping his sword arm away from the person who just saved his life.

He blinked, seeing the other come into view. "...Ryota?"

"Oh my god you're okay!" Ryota hugged him tightly, crying all the while. Cobra stiffened. "You suddenly ran off and the oni chased after you and I tried to keep up but I fell behind then I saw that you were about to get k-killed - "

"Why are you here?" Cobra barked sharply. Ryota flinched. "Dumbass, you at least have to get out - !"

Ryota was plucked off of him. Cobra stared, dumbfounded, as the red oni inspected the human in its grasp with a hungry stare.

"Look...tasty. Eat you...instead!"

Ryota trembled. "C-Cobra...please, get out of here! Before it's too late!"

Cobra's eyes widened. "Why - "

"You said...You said that no one would miss you!" Ryota shouted. Cobra shut his mouth. Tears were streaming down Ryota's cheeks, the teen sobbing as the oni prepared to eat him. "That's just too sad! No...No, I won't accept it! No one deserves to be forgotten, to die without anyone to miss them!"

Ba-dump.

"I don't want anyone to experience the pain of being alone ever again!"

Ba-dump.

"So, please…" Through the tears, Ryota smiled. "Just run."

Ba-dump...Ba-dump...Ba-dump….Ba-dump…

Ba-dump.

Inside Cobra, something shifted. Before he even had time to process what he was doing his sword was buried within the oni's chest, the tip of the blade peeking out from the other side.

"Hk…!" The oni dropped Ryota, who lay sprawled on the ground in shock. Once Cobra ripped the weapon from the demon's chest, blood spilled onto the grass. Cobra found that he could care less; he flicked the blood off of his weapon with a disinterested flick of his wrist.

"Well," Cobra found himself saying, "After a speech like that, I can't just leave you hangin'. Do you know how shitty of a person I'd have to be? Even I have standards."

"Cobra…" Ryota looked on in awe as the oni began to dissipate. "You - "

"All I wanted...was master…" The oni grasped for something unseeable in the sky, hands holding nothing. "Master to...fight for…"

Cobra stood next to the dissipating body, grasping onto the outstretched hand. "I may not be that Master," He muttered, looking away solemnly, "But I can at least hear your final words. Find some prick to be your Master in the afterlife."

Tears dripped onto the grass. "Thank...you…" The oni whispered as it disappeared, particles of light whisking the demon away to a place out of their reach. Cobra dropped onto the grass beside Ryota, sword gone and a troubled look on his face as the other hugged him tightly.

"Thank you...Thank you for saving me!"

"Don't mention it." He said airily. Ryota frowned, sensing that something was off with his new companion.

"Cobra?"

"..." Cobra didn't know how to bring it up. Gods, why was this so embarrassing?! "...You followed me."

"...Yeah…?" Ryota responded, confused, but judging by the glint in his eye he knew where Cobra was going with the conversation.

Cobra averted his eyes. Ryota was...too bright, sometimes. "...-anks…"

Ryota nudged him, a grin forming on his face. "What was that?"

"I said thanks!" Cobra all but shouted at him, face taking on a pink hue as Ryota laughed. "Don't make me repeat myself again, damnit!"

"Don't be shy, Cobra!" Ryota laughed even as Cobra pushed him away. "You can't deny it!"

"Go. Die."

"No thank you!" Ryota was up on his feet as well, grabbing his arm and tugging him along. "You saved me twice, and now you're stuck with Ryota Yakushimaru for life!"

Cobra groaned. Was he seriously stuck with this runt?

But…He glanced over as Ryota, who was positively beaming as he talked about snacks that he absolutely had to get from the vending machine. He then thought of the kindness Ryota showed him, going so far as to save a stranger's life.

...Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as I made it out to be.

As they finally exited the park, Cobra mulled over the information Ryota shared with him. Once he (reluctantly) told Ryota about his lost memories, the other had worn a determined look on his face and demanded that Cobra stayed the night at his dorm. Cobra, wanting to sleep in an actual bed, was forced to let Ryota do as he pleased, muttering curses aimed at no one as they walked.

According to Ryota, Gates were the pillars of light he saw ascending into the sky. They connected two worlds to each other, and those appearing from the other worlds were called Transients; nowadays, though, they're called Therians. Those who called Transients into this world were called Summoners. He had appeared from the Gate in Shinjuku Central Park, with no knowledge of who he was or where he came from, and managed to fight off a Stray Transient with the sword he summoned through the App.

When Ryota had gone to a nearby vending machine for snacks, Lil' Salomon appeared and filled him in on any missing details. Apparently, the App - called SUMMONS - creates a Battle Zone that lets players fight each other with extraordinary powers. Once a battle is finished, it doesn't matter if one of them is dead; the App heals all wounds and physical pain from the battle as it closes, but the experience and mental fatigue remains.

Furthermore, every person is assigned a Role and a Rule; no person has the same exact Role and Rule as another, but apparently they can share similar Roles or Rules. After a quick check on the App, Cobra found that he had the Role of the Wanderer and the Rule of Rending, with the Affinity of an All-Rounder. Lil' Salomon seemed impressed that he didn't even need to say the "special phrase" to activate the power of his sword; the familiar merely looked at him with awe, practically singing his praises. It doesn't take a genius to figure out how to swing a sword.

Obviously, it was a lot to take in. Cobra had waited for Ryota on a bench, his mind chewing over what he was told. All he remembered was his name, and the weight of his sword was familiar enough to him that he could continue to use it without much issue.

Salomon said that I could try to find my Summoner to ask them why they called me here, Cobra mused, staring at the ground as he got lost in his thoughts. But I don't even know where to look. If I was summoned, does that make me…?

"Here you are!" Ryota lightly tapped him on the head with a bag of chips, beaming at him. "One bag of chips!"

Cobra's response was gruff. "Thanks," He mumbled as he opened the bag and dug in. He was finished within a couple of minutes, throwing out the bag and accompanying Ryota out of the park.

"Don't mention it!" Ryota had smiled, and for some reason it put Cobra at ease. "With all that's happened, nothing can stop the good mood I'm in now!"

Presently, Ryota was seen in near tears as his other roommates - just one of them, really, the other looked too antsy and like he wanted to punch someone's face in - grilled him on punctuation in front of Shinjuku Academy. The corner of Cobra's mouth twitched upwards; wasn't Ryota the one who was in such high spirits?

" - and now you're going to explain what you've got yourself caught up in! I can't believe you tried to use the…" The one reprimanding Ryota, a taller teen with glasses, trailed off as his storm gray eyes landed on Cobra, "...shortcut…"

Ryota gulped. "Shiro, I can - "

"And this is...?" The one with the glasses, Shiro apparently, asked as he cut off Ryota.

Cobra resisted the urge to flinch underneath Shiro's judging gaze. Instead, he scowled. "Cobra."

"...I see." Shiro said skeptically. The other roommate shoved Shiro aside, looking at Cobra with a gleam in his eye that he did not like.

"Stop worrying so much, Shiro! He saved Ryota when he was in trouble; 'sides, he looks like he can fight. Isn't that right?"

The last question was directed at Cobra, who figured the less words he spoke the better off he would be. He didn't know why, but now that he has some sort of bearing regarding the world he'd rather stab himself than talk to complete strangers who worm their way into his business. Despite his aversion, however, he has found joy in toying the absolute fuck with others.

A small, mysterious smirk formed on his face. "Who knows?"

"Kengo," Shiro sighed in exasperation, "Stop trying to pick a fight with every person you see."

"Oh lay off, Shiro!" The other teen, with brown hair the color of wood and eyes to match, groaned as he rolled his eyes. To Cobra, Kengo looked ready to explode into a whirlwind of fists with somebody who so much as looked at him funny. That's...gonna be a problem. Don't know how or why, but it is.

"Um," Ryota spoke up, directing Shiro's and Kengo's attention back to him, "Cobra doesn't have a place to stay. Can he stay with us?"

The other two were silent...for a few moments, unfortunately. "WHAT?!"

"Ryota," Shiro managed through a strained smile, "You do realize that it is way past curfew and that we are in enough trouble as it is."

Before Ryota can protest, Shiro held up a hand. "However, I will not turn my back on someone who saved my friend from danger. I'll talk to the teachers about the situation."

This time, Ryota looked ready to cry from happiness. "Shiro…!"

Shiro extended a hand out for Cobra to shake. "I'm Shiro Motoori. Nice to meet you, Cobra."

His name was said with suspicion. While Cobra may have lost his memories, he could at least tell when someone was wary of him. Nonetheless he shook Shiro's hand, responding with a curt, "Yeah, yeah, nice to meet ya."

"Let's get going!" Ryota cheered, leading Shiro to further scold him for his cheerful attitude. Kengo laughed at them, throwing in offhand comments that threatened to make Shiro explode in anger.

Cobra made to move, and stopped. Despite his distant attitude, he...appreciated their help. They didn't have to, and yet here they were, aiding a complete stranger who dropped into their lives. His arrival would no doubt disrupt their friendship.

Do I deserve to be a part of that?

"Oi, Cobra!"

Cobra's head snapped up. When had his gaze dropped to the ground he walked on?

Ryota was by his side once again, tugging on his arm towards their dorm. A bright smile was on his face. "Let's go!"

Cobra snorted. He wanted to say some retort, but… "Alright."

The way Ryota's smile lit up even further made his self-restraint worth it.

Mr. Mononobe was a kind, slightly stern, yet wholly trustworthy man. This was Cobra's first impression of him, and unknown to him it would remain for the rest of his life. The teen shifted uncomfortably; this kindness was making him tense, for some reason. What, did I have a track record of being suspicious of others? ...Ah, whatever. I sure the hell don't know.

"So you don't remember signing this?" Mr. Mononobe's voice brought him back to the present. Cobra looked up to see the teacher hold a small pile of transfer papers in his hands; sure enough, a signature spelling Erik Ame was placed directly above Mr. Mononobe's own signature.

Cobra's cheeks flushed pink. He grabbed the papers from him, eyes locked on his own name. "...Why is my name on here?"

Mr. Mononobe looked confused. Cobra could tell by the way the other frowned, temporarily taking the cigarette out of his mouth to replace it with another. "What do you mean, Er-"

"Shh!" Cobra shoved the papers directly into Mr. Mononobe's face. To his relief, the teacher was too busy choking in surprise to finish his sentence. "Don't you dare say that name out loud."

Mr. Mononobe finally managed to regain his wits. He gently removed the papers from his face, glancing at Cobra with an amused smile. "Ah, I see. As your legal guardian, I promise that it will remain a secret between us, and us two only."

Cobra stared. "Wh- you're my guardian?!"

Mr. Mononobe couldn't help but laugh at the incredulous look on Cobra's face. "You saw the papers; you even agreed. Now, what should I call you?"

Cobra leaned back in the plush leather seat Mr. Mononobe demanded he sit in once he first walked into his office, arms crossed and a scowl on his face. "Cobra. Dunno why, but it feels right."

"Alright, Cobra it is." The teacher looked smug, like he knew something that he didn't. Cobra wanted nothing more than to wipe that look right off his face, but even he knew that this wasn't the time for violence; these people were offering him a place to stay indefinitely, after all.

He sighed, massaging his temples. Did he always feel this stressed out by others? Is that why he felt disinclined to talk to people? Talk is cheap, anyways. "So, what do I do now?"

"One of my students will lead you back to your assigned dorm. Isn't that right?" The question was directed to something further behind Cobra, who realized that it was towards the entrance to the office. Immediately, the door opened as five figures tumbled through, all having the audacity to look sheepish as Mr. Mononobe gave them a harsh stare.

"I anticipated the three students who accompanied Cobra to be listening, but even the teachers?"

"W-We were just curious!" Both teachers - Mr. Jinn, who was a lamp genie, and Mr. Triton, who was a merman - said in unison. Mr. Mononobe sighed, but a small smile was on his face.

He turned towards Shiro, Kengo, and Ryota. "Cobra will be staying with you in your dorm. Can you lead him there? He's transferring into Shinjuku Academy starting tomorrow."

"We're on it; leave it to us!" Shiro said with a polite bow, Ryota tugging on Cobra's arm to follow him. Kengo walked a little ways behind, giving the occasional look over his shoulder to check in on Shiro.

Cobra shot a glare at Ryota, but nonetheless let him do as he pleased. "What, we're just gonna leave Specs to talk to him?"

"Shiro's the Class Rep." Ryota explained, checking the plaques situated to the right of each door they passed. "If anyone can talk to the teachers without issue, it's him."

"You think I know what the hell a Class Rep is?" Cobra asked bluntly, which led to Ryota laughing a bit with an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, I forgot that you don't have any memories. I'll fill you in on everything once we get to our dorm!"

And fill in he did. Kengo occasionally jumped in with anything he thought Ryota left out, and once Shiro joined them again it was just an information dump.

"I think we gave him culture shock." Kengo chuckled, seeing the slightly glazed over look in Cobra's eyes.

"Put a sock in it." Cobra retorted, which apparently irritated Kengo more than he thought it would. Great, a hothead. I'm stuck with a hothead for who knows how long. I wanna file a lawsuit.

"You wanna go?!"

The corner of a relatively thick book slammed onto Kengo's head. The teen hissed, rubbing the spot and turning to give a piece of his mind to his assailant when he was met with Shiro's annoyed glare. Cobra snickered, but quickly shut up when that glare became fixed on him.

"Cut it out, both of you. It's time to sleep; remember, we have school tomorrow."

"Yeah, yeah, mom," Kengo muttered, climbing onto the top bunk. Cobra was still amazed at the fact that a highschool dorm forced students to sleep on bunk beds, but hey, a bed's a bed. He sure as hell wouldn't complain.

"Cobra, you get top bunk!" Ryota called as he dove into the bottom of the vacant bunk bed. Shiro clambered into his own bunk, which was underneath Kengo's. "Man, this is great! With you, we finally have a full dorm!"

Cobra gripped the ladder and climbed onto his own bunk, checking it out. As expected, it was plain: a white comforter, one thin gray blanket (it was springtime), and a pillow that felt oddly pleasant even though it squished a bit when he pressed his hand down onto it. He shifted, giving a sigh of content when he found a comfortable sleeping position.

All was quiet. Cobra felt himself drifting off, the day's (in his case, night's) stressors finally catching up to him, when a whisper broke through the calm.

"Hey, Cobra?"

It was Ryota. Cobra groaned as he cracked an eye open, mildly irritated at being denied his rest. "I know how you feel already, so shut up and go to sleep."

There was silence from the lower bunk. Cobra sighed, and added in a slightly quieter tone, "There's no point in saying thanks twice. I can hear you."

Cobra could practically hear the smile in Ryota's voice as he whispered. "...You're a kind person, you know that?"

Cobra floundered, sputtering. "Wha- Who gave you that idea? I swear, you've got a screw loose or something..."

Ryota's gentle laughter was the last thing he heard before he fell into a dreamless sleep.

Location: Toshima Ward, ?

A Lion Therian's knuckles lightly rapped on a wooden door before entering. On the other side was an office; at the head, sat a man wearing an onyx-colored suit. His red tie matched the cape draped over his shoulders, topped off with a golden chaplet that made him look like an emperor.

And an emperor he was. The Lion Therian bowed, setting some tea on the desk. "Master Claude, it appears that some sources have reported seeing a young man with an All-Round Affinity defeat an oni at Shinjuku Central Park without naming his Rule nor Role."

The man with the chaplet, now revealed as Claude, swung around in his chair. "...I see. Thank you, Snow; tell them to merely keep an eye on his actions and to report any further discoveries."

"As you wish, Master Claude." The Lion Therian, Snow, replied before looking back up at Claude. "The preparations are already underway. I will take my leave."

Claude nodded, sipping his tea. Once Snow had exited the room, he set the cup down and stood up. His feet took him to a rather large window, which showed him the nightlife in Toshima Ward.

He smiled. "We look forward to seeing what this All-Rounder can do."

/I hope this was alright, at least! Cobra is fun to write; even without his memories, he's still an asshole. An asshole that...means well? Chapter 2 is in the works! This will follow the plot, well...at least roughly. I'll throw some of the events into here, as well!

Tl;dr: Cobra the resident Snark Boi™ wakes up in a strange world where he remembers jack shit and saves a kid from a hungry oni for some reason, only to find out later that he's been adopted with(?) his consent. Oh, and his familiar is a goat. And he can summon a sword. And the dude he saved has friends that are now his roommates.