Nana's Imouto

Disclaimer: I still do not own KHR. The closest I do is my little Murkuro mascot for my vine plant whose name is Seymour the 8th.

Ch. 11 Call 1-800-ESCORTS (362-6787) Please.

English

Oh my 'Lanta. I squeezed my eyes and tried to massage the sudden headache away. This is not happening, This is not happening! I'm not one room below the 90s reject band.

"VOOOIII! WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT THE STEAK IS UNDERCOOKED?! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO ASKED TO CHASE THE COW DOWN TO EAT IT YOU SHITHEAD!"

Maybe if I tell myself that this isn't happening enough, it'll come true. I released my head from my grip and stared back out to the view. Hmm, wonder what I can do? I mean it's the Mortal Kombat Fighting Arc next. Oh! I'll go visit Prince Derek.

After I eavesdrop on the Varia, but how to do that? They'll sense me if I'm right outside the door, if I send in a drone it'll get shot down and traced back to me. I really doubt the tin cans attached to strings will work.

Maybe I'll pull off a foreign worker? No, but the foreign part is good. Get some makeup on to cover my eye, do that oh so nifty contouring thing so I can change my face shape a bit. Yeah, I can totally do it. Now that I have the foreigner down, not worker they'll have researched the place… Oh! I'll go as an escort! Yeah! Wait no… bad idea.

One, that requires researching if there is a party going on or if there is a guy who need escorts staying at the hotel. 2, I need to hack into an escort page and set myself up a page and create a fake history. 3, that sounds like too much work. But I did hear of a bachelor party being held. Why there is a bachelor party being held here no idea why.

Oh! I know! I'll go in a lost foreign student whose a muse for an art student and they wanted to do a hotel setting, yeah. That one works out so much better! Especially since the lobby was full of local art. Yeah. I'll go as that one.

Still gotta do the contouring though.

Okay, deep breathe, in and out. Deep breathe, in and out. I can do this! I am a dude. I am a hunky dude. I'm a badass hunky dude! Well not really. But you get it. Time to get it over with.

I raised my hand to knock and waited for all hell to break loose as I chewed on my gum.

Just kill me now. It was Lusseria who opened the door. If anyone can spot a contouring 3 miles away while facing the other way in the middle of the dark while eating pie while doing his nails, it's this guy.

"How can we help you sweetie?" He asked, leaning against the door, staring at me like he knows all of my secrets. He's the Nick Fury of this verse! I swear!

"English?" I asked with my natural accent.

"Oh sorry about that deary, how can we help you?" He asked, easily switching to English like it was shrugging on a coat. With the others taking note and judging if I'm a threat or not.

"I'ma lookin' for a Yusei Asai? I'ma supposed to model for a class projec'? Sorry, my Japanese isn' tha well, I jus' got here a few days ago." I asked, popping my gum and staring past his shoulder to see into the room.

Nice digs, it looks like it takes up the entire floor. Is that a bear skin rug? It's a huge black bear!

"Who has bear skin rug in a hotel room?!" I asked; stepping in and heading towards the rug that was chilling on the floor, passing the desk that had a whole bunch of papers on it. Looking all around, taking everything in. "Am I supposed ta model wi'h tha'?! Wha' kind of model job did I sign up for?"

"VOOIIII! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS YANKEE DOING HERE?!" shouted the white haired man with an extremely pointy stick. A sharp pointy stick, I dubbed it Needle.

"This little dear got lost, she's supposed to be a model for a class project." Replied the green haired man, swaggering to angry looking man.

"So is one of you guys Yusei?" I asked again, popping my gum with a loud SMACK! Spotting Xanxus who was looking at me with a very angry look. I think. "Dude! You could total'y be a model on the runway doin' your own GQ magazine! You're hot!" I exclaimed to him, pointing to him with a huge smile on my face. "I love the coon tail, it's like the Alamo."

After a few minutes of silence and shock, "Oh sorry hun, do you happen to have Yusei's address?"

"Hm? Oh yeah, here is it." Digging it out from my baggy jeans, after pulling out a couple of pens, gum, multitool, and some chapstick.

"Mammon, would you be a dear and look this up for this poor thing?" asked the Mohawked man to the short little frumpy looking evil twin to Cousin Itt.

"It'll cost ya-" the eveil twin started but got caught off guard.

"Oh thank you! You dun know how much this means ta me!" I exclaimed, giving the black magical lump a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek.

I think I broke everybody, until I heard a very weird laughter. It kind of sounded like a snake.

"Ushishishishi. How dare this lowly peasant hug Mammom without this Prince's permission with their lowly fifthly hands?!" Said a blond haired teenager with his eyes covered with hair and a shiny tiara.

"Dude, you would look better if tha' was on the side, at an angle." I stated, looking over towards him with Mammon, quickly adjusting the crown to the desired angle.

"Ushishishi, you dare touch this Prince's crown." He stated with a deadly intent.

But I have a secret weapon! It's the evil Frump in my arms, MWUAHAHA.

"Yeah. I jus' did. Now, can you help me? I dun want ta waste anymore of your time." I said the person in my arms.

"Let me the see the address." He stated, I handed him the piece of paper and he sneezed at it. Ew. "Yusei is 5 streets down and in apartment 1356."

"Aww thank you!" I said, giving him one last hug with a kiss to the cheek again and disappeared with one last smack of gum.

I could faintly hear Xanxus, throw his wineglass and Squalo squaking in frustration. Ha! I win!

It took me a few good minutes to navigate myself around to make it seem like I was heading to Yusei's place to model, after I was sure that I was in the clear I started to head to Kokuyo Land.

"Knock knock!" I shouted out as I entered the falling building, waiting for some sort of response.

"Ah, I see that story-teller has come to the lions den. What do I owe this displeasure?" Came the smooth voice from my right side.

"Have you gotten an unwanted visitor yet? And did you at least ask her to take over her body for this?" I asked back.

"Yes I did, and if you mean by unwanted visitor I assume you mean External Advisor-san." He said, stepping into the light.

"Kudos Derek. Now story-time for you!" I said, and then started to tell the tale of Lion King 2, really focusing on Kovu.

"And this is supposed to help me?" He said, with a perplexed look on his face.

"Any information that I give you, is up to you to use. Now, I managed to look at the First Evil's master plan, and this is how it is going down-" I started but got caught off.

"How on Earth did you manage to do that?" He asked, still giving me the stink eye.

"I pretended I was a model for a local artist and got lost. Now-"

"Is that why you're hiding a black eye?"

"Yes now-"

"Tell me how you got it." He said sternly, trident appearing out of nowhere.

"Why?" I asked, looking at how pointy that is. Wonder if it has secret magical powers of the sea?

"I want to know you."

"Getting to know you, getting to know all about you. Getting to like you, getting to hope you like me-" I started singing but got caught off.

"Etcetera etcetera. I want to know how you got that little shiner." He interrupted.

"You like me! You really like me!" I said, being all-dramatic and pretending to wipe tears away. "Okay okay! I'll tell the story, geeze, hold your horses."

"Well it's happened like this," I started after a few moments.

""I'm his father!" Iemitsu snapped back, veins popping out from his neck as I kept point out his mistakes, face getting redder and redder.

"Reborn is more his father than you are!" I snapped back.

A loud sound of skin hitting skin, dishes breaking and a table crashing to the ground is what Reborn heard. He didn't even think that Iemitsu would do that. "Iemitsu, get off of her." Reborn said with his adult voice, pointing his Leon-gun at him.

I can see it know how it happened, I had my cup of jo in my hands, I raised it up to throw into Iemitsu's face when he knocked it out of my hands and managed to hit my hand at such an angle that I whacked my poor little eye with it.

Lot of force plus even more force combined with gravity and weighted equals giving myself a black eye. And a nice piece of dish digging into my arm, causing it to bleed."

"That is so insane I don't believe it."

"My name is Ripley, and I'll be here all night."

"Just, shush for a moment. I have to process this." He said, setting his head in his hands.

"You got it Derek."

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