A/N: Hey guys, this extra chapter will contain two short stories that are too short to be by themselves so I posted them together. :D Hope you enjoy.
Also, just a question, but do you guys want to see a deleted scene? It's not too long but it's interesting (imo anyway). It involves Goddess (Megami Saikou) and Genos. Let me know if you want to see it.
Also I may or may not be working on a spin-off... but you'll see. XD
1: The disciple who has a terrible job
Money. A thing that caused just as much trouble as it was worth (arguably more). People would die for it. People would kill for it. In a way, it was almost as deadly of a weapon as a knife.
Ayano wasn't particularly concerned about money. She only needed enough to buy instant ramen, eggs, and maybe some fresh clothes every now and again, and that was it. She was not a fussy person when it came to food: as long as it kept her alive, it would suffice.
But now that Ayano had begun training, her body demanded more. She needed to eat more food to keep up with its demands. She needed active wear, too. The little money her parents gave her each week wasn't enough anymore; she needed to go out and get a job.
Of course, she already had a job. It was a casual job that thankfully had a very negotiable schedule, and paid quite well. The job itself, however, was… slightly questionable, to say the least. But Ayano wasn't one to judge. It paid well, and that was all that mattered.
On a pleasant Monday evening, Ayano dug through her closet, finding her work uniform. She kept it at the back of the closest, before her school uniform. Once she found it, she slipped the uniform on. She gazed at herself in the mirror.
She wore a typical maid costume, with a poofy black dress, white apron, and white frilly headband. Adding to this were black stockings and black shoes.
She nodded. That would do. She grabbed her phone and headed out to work.
"So, what's the deal with these places anyway?"
Genos shrugged at his master's question. "Some people pleasure the idea of being served by a maid and being referred to as 'Master'. I believe it makes them feel powerful."
The two were standing in front of a maid cafe. It wasn't relatively busy (or inviting in Saitama's opinion, for that matter). It had a few fancy tables out front and inside. It was mainly pink and white with a few lights in the ceiling. It was almost like a little girl's fantasy dream.
"Well, a free coupon is a free coupon," Saitama shrugged. "Come on, let's go in."
The two men walked into the restaurant, handing in their coupon to the manager. They sat down at a table by the front. A few seconds later, a young woman dressed in a maid outfit walked over to their table.
"Greetings, Masters," she said in an extremely cheerful and high-pitched voice, handing out some menus. "What can I…" She trailed off when she saw who she was serving.
"... Ayano?" Saitama asked, eyes wide. "You work here?"
"... yes," Ayano answered, slowly.
"Oh," Saitama said.
There was another awkward silence.
"... what can I get you?" Ayano asked, calmly.
"I'll have anything with premium meat, I guess," Saitama answered. "Genos?"
"Same as Master." Genos responded.
Ayano awkwardly took the menus back. She walked away in complete silence.
"What are the odds, huh?" Saitama asked.
Genos didn't respond.
"Yeah," Saitama said. "Me too."
2: The disciple who stinks at story-telling
"So yous were shoppin' for dinner, huh?" the criminal known as Don Pacino asked. "Are ya really gonna look me in the eye and expect me to believe that crap?"
Somehow, Genos and Ayano had winded up in some criminal organisation's basement. Ayano believed they were known as the Pacino family, a group of Class C criminals. The family was holding a man with grey hair hostage. They were also facing the duo, staring them down menacingly.
"My apologies," Genos said, "but we are in a hurry now."
The man that was being held hostage grimaced.
"You two are gonna tell me everything you know about this guy, capiche?" Don asked. "Until you do, I'm gonna have to hang onto these babies." He dangled a set of keys with a giraffe keychain in his hand.
Genos leaned forward. "You will return them if we talk?"
"Of course," Don said. "You have my word."
Ayano doubted that.
"Alright then." Genos agreed.
"Yer pretty reasonable all of the sudden, ain'tcha, blondie?" Don asked. "This little giraffe must mean a lot to you."
"Yes," Genos agreed. "It is extremely important."
He proceeded to recount the silly tale of himself and Saitama relaxing in a public spa, before Saitama gave him the keys and asked him to keep an eye on them.
"That is how important the keys are to me," Genos said.
"Yer stories are terrible," Don grunted. "Forgeddaboutit! No one cares about any of this crap!"
"Your fa should be higher," Genos replied. "Faaa! See? In any case, the key is important and I would like it back now. Surely you have things that are important to you."
"My family means everything to me," Don said. "I'd do just about anything for them!"
"I see," Genos said, his expression serious. "Then you will understand how I would do anything for Master Saitama."
"Saitama?" Don asked. "Never heard of 'em."
"My Master has given us a job to do," Genos explained.
"Oh, is that right?" Don asked. He turned to Ayano. "Hey, girl. Tell us 'bout this job of yours. Maybe yer a better story-teller than yer boyfriend over here."
Ayano kept a blank slate as she began to recite the tale.
"Brrr," Saitama shivered, hugging himself, "it's so cold out. I'm gonna get a chill…"
Genos eyed something as they walked down the street. He looked away when Saitama noticed.
"Were you just checking out my head, dude?" Saitama asked Genos.
"No, I would never," he replied.
Suddenly, Ayano appeared out of nowhere.
"Oh, hey, Yan-chan," Saitama greeted, casually. He frowned. "Wait, where the Hell did you come from?"
"Where are you headed?" Ayano asked, swiftly avoiding his question.
"No idea," Saitama said. He then gasped. "Whoa, check it out!"
He took his disciples over to a store, which was advertising a hot-pot on an outside poster.
"A hot-pot," Saitama said. "Sounds good! Really warms you up!"
"It appears the ingredients are on sale," Genos commented.
Saitama grinned. "Dinner target acquired. So, what kind do you think we should have? Salmon and veggie? Chicken and veggie? Tofu and- wait, damn it all!" He dug through his pockets furiously, sending multiple catalogues flying. "Ah, here it is! Premium chicken sale for a limited time! I totally forgot!"
"Master," Genos held up a catalogue. "There is a sale at this store too."
"And this one," Ayano said, holding a different one.
"Really?" Saitama asked. "That's great! We might just make it! But at this store the cabbage is-"
"Master!" Genos exclaimed. "If we split up, we can shop at all of them."
"Hold on!" Don yelled. "So when you said a job, you actually meant runnin' errands?"
"Yes," Ayano responded. "However, whilst we were shopping, we ran into this man." She pointed at the man being held hostage.
Don grimaced, letting her continue.
"Saitama-sensei asked the both of us to go to two supermarkets each," Ayano said. "That was the plan. However, one of the supermarkets I visited was closed due to maintenance. And the other…"
Ayano walked through the small supermarket, where she spotted Genos harassing one of the employees.
"Genos," she said, appearing beside him. He let the woman go, and turned towards Ayano, mildly surprised to see her.
"There is some premium meat by the corner over there," Ayano told him.
"There is?" he asked. "How did I not notice it before?"
True to Ayano's word, there was indeed a stack of meat in the corner of the shop. Quite a lot of it, in fact. And all of it was on sale.
"This should be more than enough," Genos said. "Let us take some each."
Ayano picked up some chicken, while Genos grabbed some salmon. Ayano also picked up a pile of leeks, broccoli, and other vegetables. She slung them over her shoulder with ease.
"Master will be impressed with these," she said, with a subtle smugness.
Genos felt a stab of irritation. So Yan-chan thought she could out-do him? He grabbed some vegetables of his own, easily carrying them in one hand.
"Master will be more impressed with my load of groceries," he retorted.
Ayano stared at him, her eyes completely blank. "Is that so."
Two minutes later, the two were engaged in a weight-lifting contest. Whoever could wield the most groceries could win. The other shoppers and staff watched them with awe as they continued weight-lifting stacks of potatoes and beef chunks like they were nothing.
"I will not lose," Genos declared, confidently.
Ayano didn't say anything. Her arms were starting to strain, but she refused to bow down.
"What the Hell does this have to do with anythin'?!" Don demanded. "Who gives a crap 'bout some stupid weight-lifting contest? Stop screwin' around and get to the point already!"
Ayano looked down. "I was just getting to that, actually…"
"Um, excuse me…" an employee walked up to the two disciples. "You two are, um… kind of causing a disturbance. Please stop this or I'll have to call the manager."
Ayano and Genos (reluctantly) decided to heed her words. They paid for their groceries and left. They tried to continue their weight-lifting competition on the way back to Saitama's, when they stumbled across an elderly man leaning against an empty building. He was clutching his side painfully.
Genos leaned down beside the man, dropping his keys in shock. "Sir, are you okay?"
"Don Pacino..." the man coughed. "He's... been shutting everything down..."
A short man and an army behind him appeared beside the two disciples.
"This man…" the injured man coughed, "is Don Pacino."
"Well well," the short man chortled, "Ain't that a nasty look in your eyes, my friend."
The injured man coughed some more as Don picked up the keys. Ayano and Genos both stared at him.
"Whoa," Don said. "I can't just give this back to you, now can I? Tell me, are you kids with him? Come on, I want a word with you two."
"Now hold on a second," Don scowled, "so yer tellin' me there's no connection between you and this guy?"
"That's right," Genos responded. "There is zero connection between us. Yan-chan and myself only just met him. In other words, we are strangers."
"So you idiots have been running yer mouths," Don yelled, "only to tell me yous met him today on the street for the first time?!"
"You did ask," Genos argued. "There, we told you everything. Now, return the keys as you promised."
"Smart-ass punks!" Don yelled, he and his goons holding up guns. "Don'tcha know who yer dealin' with? We're the Pacino family, Class C mobsters!"
"I knew that," Ayano declared. "Genos, it's okay to attack them. They are criminals. It's unlikely they had any intention of returning the keys in the first place."
"If that is the case…" Genos held up his palm. "I cannot raise a hand against law-abiding citizens. But that does not apply to you."
Don scowled. "Boys, light 'em up!"
"Get behind me," Genos told Ayano. She obeyed as the Pacino family open fired on the duo. Genos' body was not affected by the bullets at all.
"Stay exactly where you are," he said, his palm glowing. The fire blew the criminals away, turning their hair to black ash. Genos, Ayano and the injured man then left the burning building behind.
It was a lot of trouble, but it would be worth it for the hot-pot.