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Story 75

He's a magical girl

Pulling his gaze away from the fire, Masaru took a moment to look over his digimon companions. It was quite a bitch and a half getting them all together ahead of a possible reunion. And yet, the thought of going back there felt… wrong. Like he didn't feel ready to face the fact that he spent the last couple years achieving nothing. Yes, the title of 'Ultimate Fighter' was very much his. At the same time, that mattered little in either world. He needed a new goal to chase after. One that would take enough time that it would put him back in time to pass through with everyone's partner digimon.

"Nani ka mondaidesu ka? (Is something the matter?)" Agumon announced and Masaru shook his head. As much as he understood why his partner might ask, he didn't want to worry him.

"Moshi watashi ga dejivu~aisu o oite kiete shimattara, min'na o atsumete kuremasen ka? (If I were to ever to disappear and leave behind my digivice, would you be willing to gather everyone for me?)" Masaru inquired and Agumon stared down at the ground. At no point did he even think he would hear the words that just came out of Masaru's mouth. He had to have misheard him. But what if he hadn't? It was good to have some kind of backup plan if such a situation came up.

"Watashi wa sō shimasu. (I will.)" Agumon answered and got on his back. Shooting Masaru one more look, he decided now was as good a time as any to head to bed. They had much distance to travel and what felt like so little time to do so. "Oyasuminasai. (Good night.)"

Masaru nodded.

"Oyasumi, agumon. (Good night, Augumon.)" Masaru answered and watched his partner drift off to sleep. Looking over to the fire that was keeping them warm, the ultimate fighter swore he could make out a pink orb floating in the air. It almost looked as if it was trying to get his attention. But that would be silly. It was in the middle of the night. What Yggdrasil forsaken reason could be so important to drag him away. Yet, his curiosity got the better of him. Heading out in the direction of the light, Masaru didn't even look back. "Ē to… furōtinguōbu? Ikaga nasaimashita ka? (Uh… floating orb? Can I help you?)"

The orb didn't answer, choosing instead to float up and down. While Masaru would've preferred something vocal here, he could look past that. Especially as a phone booth of all things came into view. A shame that he didn't have any coinage on him to actually make any calls. Though, would these machines even be designed to take Japanese currency? Masaru had the joy of seeing all kinds of things be used to barter for good. Some… better than others. Picking up his pace, the ultimate fighter managed to catch up with the orb. Attempting to grab hold, the orb slipped away at the last moment. Almost as if to mock him. But he let that thought slip away for now. It was probably not the case at all and more his imagination getting the better of him. While it didn't happen quite often, the times that it did were quite annoying and somehow made those situations even worse than it already was. Perhaps this would not be one of those times. But that was beyond the point.

Approaching the phone booth, the phone in question began to ring. While normally something to panic about, Masaru didn't feel any sense of urgency. At least, up until he picked up the phone.

"Kon'nichiwa? (Hello?)" Masaru greeted, only to be met with the sound of music to begin playing. Upbeat and cheery, it sounded like something that you would hear while watching a magical girl show. The sort that Chika might watch after school. If she still did that.

"Daimon Masaru, jibun no genkai o koete, jibun no chikara no shin no kanōsei o mitaidesu ka? (Masaru Daimon, do you wish to go beyond your limits and see the true potential of your power?)" the voice inquired, its tone that of a teenage girl. Yet, there was something omnipotent to her. Like she was somehow a goddess or the sole goddess of an entirely different world.

"Hai. (Yes.)" Masaru answered, a tingly feeling echoing across his body. The door to the phone booth closed, the ultimate fighter blissfully unaware of that change.

"Subarashī. Tanoshinde kudasai, Daimon-san. (Wonderful. Do enjoy yourself, Miss Daimon.)" the voice on the other end cooed, bright light erupting from the phone and flooding the booth. Masaru tried to block out the light to the best of his abilities, it was all for naught. Eyelids grew heavy, bringing with them the dark abyss.

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Masako's eyelids fluttered open. What an odd dream she just had, being a man that punched people and creatures. Thankfully, it was now over and she was back to riding the bus. Heading for Ichigozaka, she was just about ready to be done with public transportation. A princess like her was well above such trifles. Bad enough that her mother did not see things as she did. Though, she had been stuck at home for some time. Perhaps this was just the boost she needed.

Staring down at her lap, the princess was met with a pale orange sundress. A matching set of sandals hang against pale almost porcelain-colored skin. A large suitcase sat off to the side in her seat section, decorated with a mix of princess stickers and that of dinosaurs.

"U ̄ n... (Ugh…)" the girl muttered and let out a deep breath. She wasn't going to let something as minor as a weird dream stop her from living the best life that a princess could achieve. Or at least, a princess in her own head. Letting out a giggle, Masako stared out the window. Ichigozaka was pretty, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to happen. Like it was her destiny - for one reason or another. But that would be quite silly and perhaps inaccura-

Masako's thoughts were cut off by the bus suddenly swerving. Throwing Masako out of her seat, she managed to just hold on.

"Ittai nanida, doraibā! ? Watashi o korosou to shite iru no? (What the heck, driver?! Are you trying to get me killed?)" Masako announced, but got no response from the driver. For now, her attention shifted to the window. Massive globs of cream had rained down, bringing with it the image of a cookie done up to look like an orange dino. Quite an odd choice considering where she was. Yet, something about it was calling out to her. Like a sign from a higher power. But, the princess would need to wait for the bus to get moving and reach her destination.

"Īe, demo oriru koto ga dekimasu. (No, but you can get off.)" the driver announced and shot Masako a look. Shooting them a look back, Masako grabbed the handle of her suitcase and began pulling it down the bus's aisle. Once she got off of the bus, she was going to give him a single star on her review. Yeah. That sounded perfect for getting kicked off the bus. Not that it was likely to mean much in the grand scheme of things. The driver would likely put some comment on the review about her behavior and that would be the end of it.

Pushing that thought out of her head for now, Masako exited the bus. At the moment, she found herself standing on the outskirts of Ichigozaka. In the distance, the lovely watercolor-esque buildings awaited. Yet, that didn't explain why there were massive blobs of cream littering the place. The image in the sky had disappeared, leaving the princess with more questions than answers at the moment. Was the image in the sky related to that strange dream she had? Was this a sign of her readiness to rule? Or was she about to be thrust into something far greater than even her own mind could dream up? Try as Masako might to come up with conclusive answers to all of that, she was running into mental dead ends at every turn. Absolutely frustrating and just another wrinkle on an already crappy day.

"Iku no ga ichibandesu. (Best to get going.)" Masako thought as she got onto the sidewalk. Pulling the suitcase behind her, the princess did her best to calm her thoughts. Whatever it was likely would be dealt with by someone else. That was how these stories worked. Yet, something about this made her want to check out what exactly was going on here. It felt familiar and yet… foreign to Masako. Whoever was responsible for her dream likely played a part in whatever was occurring right now. At least, Masako hoped they were. Would absolutely suck if she somehow got invested only for the answer to be nowhere to be seen. But that wasn't worth thinking about right now. Instead, her attention needed to be on getting into Ichigozaka proper. Perhaps rendezvousing with her father would give her some answers to the questions she found herself facing down. Yeah. That sounded like the best course of action in this weird situation that the princess had been drawn into. Or at least, that was what she thought. Whether or not the world held the same views as she did remained to be seen. Probably not. That would be assuming that the world was out to get her. It wasn't, just felt that way.

For now, Masako unzipped the front most pocket of her suitcase. Digging in, out came a map. Hopefully she had packed the right one. Opening it up, she was met with a map of Yokohama of all places. Just her luck. Shoving the map back into her suitcase pocket. Zipping it up, she grabbed the handle once more. So much for that.

"Mawari ni monsutā ga inai yō ni shite kudasai. (Please let there not be monsters around.)" Masako thought as she headed down the sidewalk. Shouldn't be that long of a walk until she reached her destination. Heck, something might happen that would make it faster. Though, the princess was also very open to someone attempting to kidnap her. Not a problem back at home, but this was a new place. Traveling alone, without a place to go, that was just asking for someone to come up and do nasty things to her. They were probably plotting to do just that. Which meant she had to be on her toes. Her ballet and gymnastics training might come in handy there. Though, track would have been more handy. On the other hand, what kind of princess did track? The sort that expected to be chased. Those kinds of princesses existed, but not Masako. No, she would stand her ground. "Watashi wa ittai nani o kangaete iru nodesu ka? Purinsesu wa hokanohito ni jibun no tatakai o sa semasu. (What the hell am I even thinking? Princesses let others fight their battles.)"

Shoving that thought away, Masako stepped into Ichigozaka proper. While the cream was still there, that wasn't what the princess found her focus drawn too. No, that would be on the rabbit plush. Done up in brown fabric, a set of pink buttons served as the eyes. Nothing in the way of seams or thread to suggest stitching. Especially around those ears. Flopping about in the light breeze, it was just calling to be hugged.

"Mukae ni iku yo, nuigurumi! Anata wa watashi no jokan ni narimasu! (I'm coming for you, plushie! You will be my lady-in-waiting!)" Masako announced, rushing in the direction of the plushie. Taking care to not trip or accidentally end up in a glob of cream, she scooped the plush up. Turning it around in search of a maker's mark, she was met with a tag marked with a black cat. Below that, the text 'Jeester Entertainment' has been written with blue and orange ink rather than the official orange and blue ink. A clear and obvious attempt to replicate the success of Jester Entertainment's BonBon plushies. Hot off the success of our Yvina the dragon and of course, the signature black cat plushies. Dang things were backordered for months. Nearly destroyed a factory trying to ke- "I'm going to name you Lady Fluffears."

Lady Fluffears doesn't answer as they are set down on top of the suitcase. Now able to look up at the sky, one could make out a hand-stitched pocketwatch. Waiting for the moment to see if Masako isn't looking, they teleport away.

"Redi furaffāzu? (Lady Fluffears?)" Masako announced and looked about in search of her newfound friend. But, the plush rabbit was nowhere to be found. Oh well. She probably imagined that as a result of being on a bus for far longer than any person, let alone a princess deserved to be. One more thing to complain about to her father. He would be more than willing to put up with all she had to s-

Masako didn't get to finish that thought, a blur of white zooming on by. Followed right behind by a blur of purple, it took everything in Masako's power to not chase after them. She had a destination to get too and such minor inconveniences were simply not helping matters in the slightest. All the more reason to avoid them entirely. Yet, her eyes remained fixed on the purple blur. Perhaps she could catch up to them.

"Doko ni iku to omoimasu ka? (Where do you think you're going?)" a voice called out and Masako froze. Spinning around, she was met with a strange boy dressed in a black suit and pants with a pair of knee-length boots. A gold mask set against pale white skin made the cyan hair all the more jarring.

"Ano murasakiiro no mono no o shiri o keru tame ni ofu. (Off to kick that purple thing's ass.)" Masako announced, her words registering a second after the fact. Why the heck had she said that? She was such an idiot. Best to live with that decision than deny that she even made it in the first place.

"Anata no basho o shitte imasu. (Know your place.)" the boy announced and pulled his leg back. Kicking Masako's chest, the princess held her ground. Responding with a punch to the face, that was more than enough to create some distance between her and this strange boy. Perhaps that would even convince him to stop this fight right here. Or at least, it would've been if not for the multicolored konpeito particles swirling around his fist. "Nantekotta. Anata o watashi no jōshi ni tsureteiku hitsuyō ga aru to omoimasu. (Oh my. I guess I'll have to take you to my boss.)"

Masako raised an eyebrow, attempting to reach out to eat one of the candies. Sadly, her hand passed on through. Kind of annoying actually. But perhaps if she focused this strange power into her body. She didn't really have any other option here.

Closing her eyes, Masako focused the energy from her fist into her body. Something about this felt familiar to her. Like she had done it before for one reason or another. Opening her eyes back up, she was met with a clam-shell shaped device. Reaching out to it, the instructions of what needed to happen next.

"Kore wa dōiu imidesu ka? ! (What is the meaning of this?!)" the boy announced, only for a little figurine to appear. A cookie, someone had gone through the trouble of doing it up like a dinosaur.

"Anata no o shiri o keru! Kyuaara A mōdo, dekorēshon! (Your ass-kicking! Cure ala A Mode, Decoration!)" she announced as a cocoon formed around her. Within, Masako was met with a beautiful dreamscape of sorts. Done up in surfaces reminiscent of gems, the princess caught a glimpse of cookies. "Kukkī! (Cookie!)"

Watching the container open up, Masako was met with a little whisk makeup stick and a set of two stars buttons. Setting the figurine within, she grabbed the stick.

"Roiyarugureisu! (Royal grace!)"

Pressing both buttons, orange and yellow light shines forth. Bringing with it a sense of calm.

"Mazemashou! (Let's mix it up!)"

With that, Masako was launched up into the air. A cookie appeared below her feet, bringing with the disappearance of her clothes. Staring at the orange aura of her future outfit, Masako felt a set of horns grow out of her skull. Tempting as it would be to reach out and feel them, Masako's gaze was instead on her new dress. An orange lolita coord, blue dots meant to mimic blueberries decorated the skirt. Shifting attention to her hands, she was met with orange gloves with strange white 'claws' hanging off the tip of the fingers. Making a fist, they looked good. Even as a petticoat formed under the coord. A pouch appeared at the side, her pact sliding right in. The pouch closed, getting a light pat for good measure.

Straining her gaze to look beyond the skirt, the princess was met with the cutest set of orange peep-toe heels covering her feet. The dinosaur tail coming out of her backside wasn't as cute. It could be looked past in the heat of the moment. Especially as a cookie-shaped fascinator formed beneath her horns. Forming a smile, a touch of lipstick appeared on her lips. Felt quite good, tasting peaches of all fruits.

"Ōdō no o yatsu! (The royal snack!)" Masako announced, striking as royal of a pose as an imaginary camera zoomed out on her. Once she was satisfied with her choice, a bright flash followed. "Naosu Kukkī! (Cure Cookie!)"

With that, the cocoon shattered and Cure Cookie found herself staring down at her target. Quite confused by what had just happened, they looked to have tried to whip the cocoon to no effect. Why he didn't stop after the first attempt was beyond her. Especially as he pulled the whip back in the hopes of pulling her off her feet.

"Īe, anata wa shimasen! (No you don't!)" the dino magical girl announced and charged for the boy. Dodging the whip with ease, she managed to grab one end of the whip. Pulling back, that was all it took to knock her opponent over. Getting a look, Cure Cookie followed it up with a punch to the stomach. She had wanted to go for the head, but that would likely kill this strange person. A princess should only ever maim her opponents, never kill them. At least, the dino magical girl thought that as she attempted to pull the whip away and throw it somewhere that her opponent couldn't get it. Or at least, waste his time. She much rather have the former than the latter, Cure Cookie was fine with either outcome.

"Awarena. (Pathetic.)" her opponent announced and pulled back. Managing to regain control of the whip, Cure Cookie managed to maintain her balance. Gritting her teeth, she pushed the anger swelling within to the back of her mind. Perhaps if she focused her power into a single strike. Maybe like a cookie.

Raising her hands above her head, Cure Cookie felt something heavy form within. Looking up, she was met with a large blueberry cookie.

"Kukkīkuranburu! (Cookie Crumble!)" Cure Cookie announced and brought the cookie down on the boy. Shattering into a million crumbs, that was all it took to send him flying. Not quite defeat him, though. No, it would take more than that to accomplish such a feat.

Letting out a sigh, she reverted back to Masako. Grabbing her suitcase, she looked in the direction of the suburbs. At this point, today couldn't get any weir-

"Yā! Ichi kadesu! Watashi wa purikyua! Anata no yō ni! (Hi! I'm Ichika! I'm a pretty cure! Just like you!)"

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Yokohama, Japan; Earth

Yoshino Fujieda didn't know how to feel about the message that had just come across her phone's screen.

Anata no tomodachi o karite mo kamawanai to omoimasu. Kireina jōtai de okaeshi shimasu.

(I hope you don't mind me borrowing your friend. I'll bring them back in good condition.)

Pulling her gaze up from the phone, Yoshino's gaze came upon her one and only co-worker here at the moment. A woman, she had been a recent hire to her station. While nice enough, something about her rubbed the former DATs agent the wrong way. It wasn't her appearance. Blonde hair with pink streaks met that of electric blue eyes with a hint of silver were unique features, even set against fair skin. No, what put Yoshino on edge were the qualifications. Between the nine different languages (Japanese, English, French, Chinese, Cantonese, Greek, Latin, Spanish, and Korean) her co-worker knew and her martial arts prowess, something just didn't add up.

"Nanika, Yoshino? (Something the matter, Yoshino?)"

Yoshino shook her head. The last thing she needed was to get someone else involved.

Notes:

Oh. Hi Alex from Project Digital. I doubt something bad will happen this time. ;)