Chapter 32: Chatalie

Damona's stomach growled as she sat next to Nate in her human form. It had only been a day since Robonyan trashed No-bot, but she still hadn't eaten anything except that tempura and some of the chocobars she stole from Jibanyan.

"Ugh, I can't believe Yopple said they couldn't fix No-bot, who's gonna cook for me now!" she whined.

"You could always learn to cook for yourself," Nate said not looking up from his phone.

"Hey, I'm a princess! Princesses don't cook for themselves!" his fiance replied.

"A whole lot of movies disagree with you," the human said in disagreement.

Damona pouted, leaning back on the bench. Her stomach growl once more reminding her she'd yet to have lunch today. Trying to take her mind off it, she thought back to something Robonyan had said.

"Hey, Nate?" she asked.

"Yeah?" he answered.

"Do you ever think about the future?" she continued.

With that Nate turned from his phone and looked at her, "yeah… occasionally… what about it?"

"Well… Robonyan said we raised an heir in the future they came from. I mean, I knew we'd have to have a kid eventually, as the royal couple it will be our duty to continue the bloodline," Damona said, "but I never really thought about it. At some point, far in the future… there's gonna be a little version of us running around."

"Yeah… there will be huh?" Nate said in realization, leaning on the oni-princess's shoulder, "wonder what we'd name em."

"Well, I was thinking Blizzaria after my mom if it's a girl, but Blizzaria's already such a common name among yokai, it wouldn't really be that good of an idea," she chuckled.

Nate let out a small laugh, "guess it'd be better for a middle name then."

"What about after your mom, than? Lily?" his fiance suggested.

"Lilian Blizzaria Adams… has a nice ring to it," Nate said, "I like it."

"Me too," Damona said, taking his hand. It was one of those brief moments of utter peace. Nothing else existed except them and the sky above. She had noticed they were happening a lot more lately.

"Am I interrupting something?" the voice of Eddie said, breaking the moment, "I can come back if you're busy."

"Oh hey, Eddie," Nate said sitting up, "what took you so long?"

"Stopped by Bear's on the way here," the shorter boy said, donning a smirk, "you didn't hear this from me, but he's actually planning on asking out Lulu today, who knew right?"

"Eddie… everyone knew Bear had a crush on Lulu, it was so obvious, it's not funny," Nate said in a deadpan tone.

"Oh… right…" Eddie said in realization, "well… you didn't hear this from me, but there's a rumor going around that Lucas is adopted."

"Ok, that one is just mean, why are you suddenly a gossip?" Nate looked at his friend as if he were crazy.

"He's inspirited," Damona said in a bored tone.

"Of course he is," her fiance sighed. He shined his watch at Eddie's shoulder, revealing a yokai whose head was half the size of her body, had black skin, a huge mouth, and wore a blue dress with white sleeves and hot pink shoes that matched her lipstick. In her left hand was a flip phone.

"Wiki say's her name's Chatalie, she spreads gossip and makes people brag about things they never did or could ever do," the disguised half demon deadpanned.

Chatalie: D rank

Eerie.

"Let's get his over with," Nate sighed taking out Jibanyan's medal

"Wake me when something interesting happens," Damona said, shutting her eyes.

Little did she know, across town something interesting was happening.

Roxy walked up to a specific intersection, to her right a fish shop, to her left an empty lot witha few planted trees.

"This is the place," Bruff said behind her, "If my sources are correct, the nekomata of this area answer to a yokai called Sir Pouncalot. Blue cat, four tails."

"Alright, lets pay him a visit, shall we?" The woman said using her watch light. After some searching, she found a few trails of nekomata footprints all leading to the same alley way.

Walking into the space, her light began to reveal many sleeping nekomata, each of varying shape, size and color. There were at least fifty of them, a small army really. Perfect for what she had in mind.

At the fare back of the alley, Shrouded in darkness, was an old recliner that sat on a mountain of chocobars.

A female feline voice with a new-york accent came from atop it, "Yo, what'cha doin' on my turf?"

"We're looking for Sir Pouncalot, he in?" Roxy asked.

"Pouncalot?" the voice questioned with a chuckle, "you mean the old cook I threw out? Hate to break it to yas, but he ain't in charge here nyo mores."

"Than we'll talk to whoever is," Roxy said as she noticed a lot of the nekomata were waking up.

"That'd be meow," the yokai said stepping into the light, she had purple fur with a large amount of it in a pompadour similar to Bruff's, her eye's hidden behind black shades, though a scar onher left eye was visible. She wore a school uniform with a dark blue jacket. A chocobar hung out of her mouth like a cigar, "Nyame's Baddinyan, feline queen of the delinquents."

Baddinyan: B rank

Charming

Roxy and Bruff shared an unimpressed look, before they both said, "Really?"

"Uh, yeah really! Every cat this side a town is my lacky!" Baddinyan yelled, waking the rest of the nekomata, who seemed pretty kranky, "nyow, state ya business before I have my peepes take care a ya!"

"I gotta job for you and your "peeps," Roxy said, a hand gripping her gun in case something went wrong.

"What kinda job?" the purple nekomata growled.

"We're going to attack the Minamoto Memorial Temple," the human said with a confident grin.

At the mention of that building, Baddinyan's tails stood on end and her shades drooped down her face showing off her small pupils.

"Th- the Minyamoto Temple!" She yelled in shock, "that's the most heavily guarded Order base on this continyent! That's a suicide mission!"

"Why do you think we need an army of fire breathing cats?" bruff snickered.

"It'll be hard, yes, but not impossible. I've been scouting it out for months, memorized all the holes in it's defenses, the guard schedules, what days have less guards than others, where they store their weapons, medals, everything," Roxy explained, "we'll need a lot of manpower, but if all goes according to plan, we'll burn it to ash."

"Hmm.." Baddinyan thought it over, "what's in it for us?"

"Humans donate to the shrine every day, ever wonder where that money goes?" Bruff said, "we know which room keeps the dough if that'll help your decision."

Baddinyan looked at them for a solid thirty seconds, her gang of felines all looking to her with worried, stoic or determined faces.

"We're in," she finally said, "But I wannya knyow, why are you organyising this?"

Roxy chuckled, "the order ruins lives. They ruin lives for reasons outside of anyone's control. Be it being born a demon… or having a demonic familiar. I wanna show them that you shouldn't do that… because eventually those people will become the monsters you claimed they were…"

"You're crazy, lady," Baddinyan said, chucking her medal at her. The human caught it one handed, "this had better work."

"Oh, believe me," Roxy said, "the order is in for some long overdue karma."

"We'll check in with ya in a few days to go over the details," Bruff said, "til then, make sure your troops are battle ready."

With that, he and Roxy took their leave.

"It's all coming together, big bro," she said with a grin.

"They'll regret what they did to ya, sis," Bruff smiled, looking at his partner in crime. She'd grown so much from the scared teenager crying in the alleyway he'd met all those years ago. Even if it killed him a second time, he'd help her get back at the order. It was his responsibility after all, he was all she had.