Chapter Five
"Alright you little brat, you can drop the act. I know you're more mature than you've been leading everyone to believe. Inari filled me in before you arrived." Daichi nodded quietly as she stood, rotating him to her hip and made her way to her section of the palace grounds. He knew when the time for mischief had passed. Freyja's domain in the palace held her living quarters along with those of her retainers. It was also located directly adjacent to the Valkyrie training school, of which Freyja reigned as headmistress.
"You'll be living with me for most of your stay here." She began, making her way down to the main palace entrance. "Your schedule will consist of meditation in the early mornings within the grove of Barri to attune yourself to nature's energy. After dawn, you'll join the Valkyrie hopefuls in combat drills for the remainder of the morning." The pair passed through the grand doorway.
"Following lunch, you'll spend the rest of your day with a mix of traditional mortal schooling and runic magic. Once you've successfully attuned to nature, the meditation will transition to manipulation and control exercises, with the study of Touki during your combat practice." Daichi nodded in acknowledgment.
"You'll be waking up at six every morning and running to the grove. It's located just over there." She pointed off to the left to a wooded area on the far end of the walls behind the palace. "In the middle of the copse is a space with an altar. It is a sacred place for us and will help you attune at a faster rate. You understand so far?" Daichi nodded
"Yes, ma'am." Freyja nodded this time.
"Good, I appreciate a respectful man."
The pair finally reached her home and she set him down, holding his hand as they walked through the doors of the mansion. A maid immediately came forward to attend to her mistress.
"Veski, this is Daichi. He will be living with me from now on and attending school beginning tomorrow. Could you please see to his uniforms? He will need several sets of clothes as well. Undergarments, casual, activity, and formal." Veski bowed and immediately went to work.
"Yes, mistress. I will have them delivered to his room before the end of the day."
"Ah, Veski, have them delivered to my room." Freyja corrected as the maid turned to depart.
"I need to be able to keep an eye on our resident Yako, after all." A glimmer of mirth and mischief swirled within the goddess' eyes as Daichi looked on mortified as his potential nighttime freedom disappeared.
"Don't worry, little Daichi. I assure you, living with me will have more pros than cons." A giggle disguised a malicious chuckle as her eyes twinkled.
Daichi knew he had come too far at this point to back out, plus she would inevitably catch him if he tried to run. The night may be restricted for now, but there would surely be periods he had to himself. Sexual deviancy and violence were both off the table, so mischief and pranks would have to be his staple to keep his Yako impulses in line.
Freyja led him up a staircase to the landing of the second floor, down a hallway, they took two turns at the end of each corridor, passing a few doors which Freyja pointed out before finally making it to the back of the house. They passed, in order, her personal study attached to the landing, an access to her personal library, and a guest bathroom across from a guest bedroom. A single door was placed at the center of the last hall which led to the goddess' personal quarters. She unlocked the door, leading him inside by the hand and locking the door behind them as he shed his sandals by the entrance.
The room was tastefully decorated, a living or receiving area with an appropriately arrayed seating arrangement surrounding a massive television spread across the right wall. A coffee table sat perched between the seats and couches, the entertainment system set within. A small attached kitchen at the back left corner of the room told Daichi she was unafraid of cooking her own meals despite having staff available to do it for her, an independent woman through and through. She was the queen of the Vanir after all, having sacrificed herself for peace with the Aesir. It made sense that a woman of her caliber knew more than just her mortally designated domains.
Two doors led off to opposite sides, the one on the right leading to what appeared to be a practice room while the one on the left opened into her bedroom. Another tastefully decorated area, Freyja apparently enjoyed the lighter shades of green mixed with darker accents. The bed was massive and covered in soft pillows and bedding. Daichi nodded in appreciation, Freyja smirking at his response as she tugged him towards the bathroom. The door opened into what Daichi could only describe as a personal spa. The bathtub was practically a small pool and the glass encased shower held enough space for six to eight people comfortably. Heated stone tile kept his bare feet comfortable as he gaped at the room.
"A woman after my own heart…" Daichi muttered under his breath. Freyja smirked, hearing his words regardless.
"We'll get you cleaned up first. Once Veski returns with your new outfits I'll take you over to the academy to introduce you to the staff. You'll start tomorrow." Daichi nodded in response, Freyja tugging him out of his kimono with little effort and no resistance. He was soon after treated to a buffet of flesh as she stripped herself. Truly, the universe of unnaturally perky boobs. He was completely unsure if he was actually in heaven or not at the moment.
They were glorious, a set of perfectly proportioned double E tits, her pink nipples and areola roughly the size of a silver dollar. They slumped only slightly as they dropped, released from the confines of her clothing. Her frontal assets were only the beginning. Freyja was a goddess after all, her face already holding an almost unnatural beauty and symmetry. Scanning further below, a tight body with no stretch marks showed an eternity of fitness and perhaps a bit of magic. Wide hips attached to a gloriously toned ass bounced as she stepped towards the bathtub and began filling it. Bending over to turn the knobs, Daichi was given a perfect view of all of her lower assets, her ass a defined curve, followed by her lower lips. She had a beautiful pussy, lightly puffy vulva surrounding a light pink slit. Not that there was anything wrong with curtains, he just found an internally assorted package much more pleasing to the eye. Following further down gave a view of legs that went on for days, toned to perfect proportion and ending in dainty feet that looked well taken care of. She was a vision of perfection, the ideal woman to be paired to the head of a pantheon.
"Odin is a damn fool," was the only thing Daichi could think or say in the moment beyond basking in the beauty that was Freyja Njordrsdottir. A laugh that was equal parts pleasant pleased song and dark sardonic pain rang out as she stood.
"If only he felt that way." It was a bitter comment. One that Daichi instantly hated with the accompanying sad smile. Daichi hummed with a frown, gesturing for her to sit on the edge of the bath as he crawled into her lap. The nudity was a bit strange, but the lack of hormones and currently obvious age difference made it easier to deal with as he straddled her lap and wrapped his arms and tails around her, pressing his face into her cleavage and telling her his feelings directly.
"I hate that look. A woman like you should never look so sad or in pain." Taking advantage of his current features, he cuddled into her, her hands going to his ears and tails almost unconsciously as she began to pet him. Giving her an additional squeeze, he looked up to see her smiling down on him pleasantly, so giving a nod, he popped back into his fox form and curled up on her lap as they waited in silence for the tub to be filled. She would be his. He would unapologetically steal her away from that old one eyed pervert. No woman should ever look so distraught.
An hour later of bubbles, laughter, and cleanliness, the two sat within her living area both still wrapped in towels as Freyja busied herself about the kitchen preparing lunch for the both of them. It was to be his first cooked and prepared meal of this life and he was practically drooling, for a few different reasons, as he watched the goddess prepare a spread of pan seared chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, and green beans. He had originally told her he was fine with sandwiches, but when she realized he had yet to eat a home cooked meal, had taken it upon herself to fix something healthy yet tasty regardless of culture or taste buds.
Mid way through the pair munching away, Veski returned with his new wardrobe in tow. A light knocking at the door and a wave of Freyja's hand had the goddess' head maid bustling into the room with several bags, directly heading within Freyja's room to deposit and sort the clothing into a preordained area of Freyja's massive closet. Some spatial enchantment shenanigans had to have been at play, because there was no way the bathroom or closet should have been as big as they were.
She was gone nearly as quickly as she had come, a true model of servant efficiency. She was also the only attendant Daichi had even seen since entering Freyja's home, which was odd since he could smell the other women. He knew they existed, and even the fact that they were around and within the mansion doing their duties, but had neither seen nor heard hide or hair of a single one other than Veski. He wasn't sure whether to be creeped out or impressed.
The two polished off their food in companionable silence, Daichi only breaking it to thank his host and complement her on her ability in wielding implements other than those related to death. The food had truly been delicious, and Daichi once more couldn't help but wonder if Odin had some sort of mental deficiency. Regardless of the Nordic leader's sanity, Daichi's day continued per schedule.
After dressing, Freyja in her professional attire and Daichi in one of his school uniforms, Freyja led Daichi by hand next door to the Valkyrie academy grounds. As it was afternoon, all students could be found in their classrooms, so Freyja took the time to introduce him to the available staff. He met the combat and runic magic instructors for each year, being specifically introduced to the woman in charge of first year students as he would be joining them the next morning.
Misses Nevarre was what he imagined a gender swapped drill sergeant in the mortal militaries would have looked like. Muscular, yet feminine, with enough resting bitch face to share across three other women. If he was actually a kid, he'd probably be intimidated, but he wasn't, and his Yako instincts instantly pegged her as a prime target for pranks. The introductions were short and to the point, Nevarre's gruff exterior as cliché as Daichi could have imagined as the pair equally evaluated the other.
After the initial meet and greet, Freyja took him along to do an initial class introduction in preparation for the next day. The idea was to only have a brief interruption in the student's education, and insert Daichi as seamlessly as possible the following day. Daichi thought she was delusional in her hopes and told her as much as they made their way down the halls towards what would be his homeroom class.
"Every single girl in this building will be whispering and gossiping about the new foxkin animal boy attending their school before the end of the next class and for the rest of the day. Not only am I currently ridiculously cute," he mentally added, 'Objectively, data states it as such. It's not narcissism if it's true.' "I'm also the only male attending. My presence for the first week or two will, simply by existing, be a distraction." Freyja hummed in acknowledgement.
"True. Regardless, introductions would best be taken care of in a classroom setting instead of on the practice field tomorrow morning."
Daichi conceded the point. He planned to test out of all the traditional mortal content anyway and blame his ancestral memories for the knowledge. It was technically true if he considered his previous life as an ancestor. Something, something, reincarnation, something, cycle of the soul, Hindu voodoo, something. If he believed it enough, he could make it true. The mind was a fascinating system. The extra few hours he would have been spending in classes would instead be spent on something more productive. Like learning runic magic. Or becoming more powerful. Or pranks.
Priorities.
Headmistress Freyja knocked on the door to class 1-A, opening the door inward after a moment while Daichi followed her through. He surveyed the children in front of him as he stood at the front of the classroom. They were all adorable little girls around kindergarten or first grade ages, sitting perched attentively at their oversized desks, feet dangling off the ground as their headmistress introduced him.
"Hello, Misses Keshka, young trainees. Apologies for interrupting, but I've come to introduce a new student with me who will be joining your class tomorrow." At her gesture Daichi stepped forward and gave a slight bow.
"Hello. My name is Daichi. I'm technically only three, but as a spirit, my mind and physical form are a little different than most, so I'm practically six. It's nice to meet everyone. I look forward to being friends." 'Pffffft. Yea right. I'll be outta here in a couple weeks, squirts.' He let his right ear twitch and flick as his tails waved hypnotically behind him, the girls breaking out into whispers and giggles. Freyja stepped forward to readdress the room.
"That'll be all for now. Tomorrow, please make sure to make Daichi feel welcome."
With that final statement, Freyja turned and strolled out of the room, Daichi on her heels, his tails never stopping their slow, hypnotic fluctuations.
A/N:
I really appreciate the positive reception everyone has given this fic so far, so thank you! It is by far my most popular one.
If anyone was wondering, Rias bust is B99, which is also Double E cup size for comparison.
A hopefully brief comment for one of our Guest reviewers:
All of Rias' peerage are broken. They have bullshit abilities and heritages that give them disgusting advantages. Don't get me wrong, Daichi will be incredibly powerful. I titled it Unique for a reason, but I also don't want him to be slaying gods at age three (even if he looks five or six at the moment). He has his own things that make him special, but any other non-protagonist in the series spent years at a minimum getting to their current level of power.
As a small glimpse into the future for this, I'm definitely going to be making this story AU beyond Daichi's influence to canon. The power scaling of the characters was one of the things that made little to no sense to me, so I'll also be toning down the canon character's power leaps to spread the story out a bit more. Devils live at least ten thousand years, having them slay gods even with their advantages within a single one doesn't vibe well for me.
I won't be revealing any other details if I can help it. That tends to ruin a story if the author gives away a bunch of details and plans outside of the story itself, so you'll all be forced to continue reading if you want to see the direction I take it.
Again, thank you all for the support so far, I really appreciate the positive response.
