Is it wrong to try to pick up Girls in a Dungeon.

FanFic: Familia Plus One.

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Chapter 3

Sibling Supporters

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Dungeon level 3

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Running, and trying to listen at the same time, Wyntir was looking for Bell. Carrying Bell's Chestplate, and knife in one hand limited the use of his cane sword. He could use two fingers to grip the scabbard part, so he could draw and use the blade, but he was used to fighting with both hands, not just one.

Wyntir had decided to stay back, and wait to see what was wrong, and try to talk to Hestia. He hadn't shown Bell his sheet, which showed a similar set of stats. Confused, and wanting to try and make peace, he had insisted that Bell go to the Pub, since Syr had been nice enough to give him her breakfast. Hestia had come home an hour later, and had cried in Wyntir's arms, muttering about her being right in front of Bell, and how Bell shouldn't even want some girl from another Familia.

Wyntir had realized then, that even though she had said she only felt stronger about Bell because he was her first Child of Familia, it was more than that. Hestia loved Bell. She cared for Wyntir, but didn't love him the same way. The same ugly feeling of jealousy sparked in Wyntir's mind, and he had to fight very hard to crush it, and be there for his Kami.

Three hours later, when Bell hadn't come home, Wyntir had set out, expecting to drag him home drunk, or stuffed to the point of not being able to walk. Syr had seen him coming, stopped him before he could even cross the threshold, and told him what had happened.

Running back to the Chapel, Wyntir quickly checked to see if Bell had made it there. When Hestia hadn't seen him either, Wyntir knew what must have happened. Bell didn't have his main knife with him, just a small boot knife he used for backup purposes. So gathering as much as he could carry, and running towards the dungeon, Wyntir had entered, and begun trying to find Bell. Many of the monsters had been cleared by Adventurers coming home at the end of the day, but some were still there. Dispatching the few he came across, Wyntir kept searching, not even bothering to pick up the crystals that dropped.

He saw a stone sparking on the floor, and cursed, thinking he was running in circles, only to realize that he hadn't turned down that hall way yet. 'Perhaps Bell isn't focusing, and is just fighting as well?' he thought. It didn't really make sense, but Wyntir started following the trail of unclaimed Crystals, trying to catch up to where he hoped Bell was.

Turning the corner, Wyntir saw Bell get yanked back by a Cyclops Frog, and half his body disappeared into the monster's mouth. With a shout, Wyntir began to run forwards, pulling his blade back to strike, when the frog's one large eye filled with blood.

The monster burst into soot and ash, as Bell landed hard on the ground. Holding his knife straight up, Bell was muttering something to himself as Wyntir ran towards him.

"Bell!" a mixture of feeling flooded into Wyntir, relief at finding Bell, anger for him running off on his own, disappointment in himself for not being at the pub to help Bell when others were speaking ill of him.

Seeing the shadows growing from the ground, Wyntir dropped Bell's armor beside the younger boy, who was still on his back, and took a step in front of his friend. "Suit up, we have company."

"War shadows." Bell muttered, quickly sliding his arms through the leather straps that helped hold his chest plate in place. He then reached down and picked up his usual knife, placing the smaller blade he had been using back in it's holster.

Stepping up next to Wyntir as the last War shadow formed and the largest one moved forward, an inhuman shriek echoing from it's glasglow maw. "I'm going to do it." Bell said, confidence in his voice swelling.

Wyntir looked at him from the corner of his eye. Before the older Adventurer could ask what he was talking about, Bell threw himself forward. "I'm going to do whatever it takes to be by her side!"

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Hestia Chapel.

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The next morning, the sky was being painted red as Hestia leaned against a wall by the door, looking at her feet, and hoping that her Children were alright. "They didn't come home last night."

A scraping sound caught her attention, and she looked up happy at first. Her happiness soon turned to shock, then horror. Both Adventurers from the Hestia familia were beaten, and bruised, with blood showing in several places on their faces and arms. Bell's coat had a large rip in it, and his face was dripping blood.

Bell was leaning against Wyntir, the older boy supporting most of his weight, but even Wyntir looked bad, leaning heavily on his cane sword, as he came towards the Chapel. His coat was gone, left in the Dungeon somewhere, his shirt torn open, and his tie wrapped around one of Bell's arms as a makeshift bandage.

Hestia ran forward to help them. "You're bleeding! What happened?"

Seeming to notice her for the first time, Bell smiled up at her though his blood streaked face. "Kami-Hestia, I want. I want to get stronger."

Hestia smiled, placed a hand under Bell's other arm, and began to help him to the Chapel. "Okay. I'll help you."

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one hour later.

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It had taken a bit to get Bell out of his clothes, cleaned up, and ready for bed. Hestia had tried to joke with Bell, but it went unnoticed by the tired Adventurer, causing a bit of commotion.

Afterwards, Wyntir had gone to bathe. It was a simple area, one corner of the downstairs was sectioned off with a folding curtain. there was a basin, a cloth, and a water tap by the stove. Heating water took a few minutes, so Wyntir used cool water straight from the tap to bathe. Finishing up, he cleaned the bowl, rung out the cloth, and hung it up to dry. dressing in a fresh pair of slacks and button down, he walked out from behind the curtain to see Hestia waiting for him.

"I need to speak to you upstairs for a minute."

Wyntir nodded, not wanting to wake Bell up. While the older boy was tired as well, he followed his Kami up to the upper section of the Chapel. Seeing her standing by the still open door, at the front, and looking out, Wyntir walked up to the door.

"I'm worried." Hestia said, still staring out, leaning on the frame of the old Chapel door, as if she couldn't support her own weight.

"About Bell?" Wyntir guessed. seeing his Kami nodding, Wyntir looked up at the rafters of the old building, as if trying to divine some answer from the old wooden planks there. "He's still a kid, all energy and emotion. He hasn't learned how to have enough self respect to not let other people's words not hurt him."

Hestia looked sideways at Wyntir. "And being sooooo very much older you have?" Wyntir rubber the back of his head. He was only 3 years older than Bell, and still a teenager himself, after all.

"Call it the side effect of having 2 older brothers."

Hestia rolled her eyes, and went back to staring at the town of Orario in the distance, the imposing monolithic Babel, home of the Hephaestus Familia rising above the skyline.

"I'm going to be gone for a few days, I'm going to work on a project to help Bell with his dream. Can you watch him for me?"

"He's responsible for washing behind his own ears." Wyntir said dryly, trying to break the tension. Hestia giggled, and smiled up at him, nodding with a small sound of consent. "Aside from that, i'll make sure he's still in one piece when you come back to us."

Hestia pushed off the doorframe, and turned, embracing Wyntir, who having not expected such an action, floundered for a moment before regaining his footing, and wrapping his arms around Hestia.

"Be thinking about what you want as well." Hestia murmured into his chest.

"W-what do you mean?" Wyntir leaned back, trying to see her face.

"Bell wants to get stronger, and be respected." Giggling she added, "It's kind of all he talks about." she smiled, and looked back up at the eldest child of her Familia. "But you never talk about what you want. You help out around here, doing the budget, making sure we always have what we need, but you rarely take anything for yourself. So since I'm going to help Bell, be thinking of something I can do that will help you get to where you want to be also."

Wyntir stopped, and considered her words before nodding. "Alright. I'll think about what I want as well."

"Good!" hestia said, the somber moment broken, and her normal personality returning. "Now, let's update your status! I'm sure you got some experience going after Bell-Kun."

"Wh-wha-what?" Wyntir exclaimed as Hestia pulled him towards one of the bench-like pews in the Chapel. "B-b-but you always update Bell's status first."

Hestia giggled. "Well, this morning I'm doing yours first!" She said, trying to help pull his shirt off.

The next day.

Wyntir was walking around the Miach Familia store, looking at backpacks, and various supplies the small store carried for Adventurers. The Miach Familia was a smaller Familia, which was also based outside of the town of Orario, which surrounded the Dungeon. They had less than 30 members, but were a diverse group. two master smiths made weapons and armor for the store, while item makers, potioneers, and even scroll crafters all put their wares in the store. Being smaller, and away from the town, the store had a small group of faithful customers in their client base.

To offset this, the store had very competitive prices, and good quality items, some of which couldn't be found anywhere else in the town. Since Miach was a Kami of healing, many of his Familia shop's items were healing items of some sort. Stamina restoring potions, and tinctures, as well as healing ointments, and herbal extracts were made and sold here.

"Good morning Wyntir." a calm voice came from behind the Hestia Familia Adventurer.

Turning, Wyntir saw the Celtic Kami standing behind him, a box of various bottles, each containing fluids of some sort, in his hands.

"Miach-Sama." Wyntir said with surprise, as he bowed to the friendly Kami.

Miach smiled, and nodded to the young adventurer. "Have you come to buy something today?" It was well known in the Miach Familia, that both Wyntir and Bell liked to look at the various items in the shop, and 'Window-shop'. The Familia had no issues, so long as the two boys did buy something when they could, and they didn't steal or make a mess.

"Maybe. I'm not sure what I need specifically…." Wyntir started, averting his gaze, and rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

"But you have a general idea?" the blue haired Kami said, smiling softly. When Wyntir nodded, Miach turned and called towards the front of the shop. "Motoko? Could you come and help this young man while I restock the ointments?" As an affirmative answer came from the direction Miach had called, he smiled and nodded to Wyntir. "Motoko is an adventurer herself, one of the best in my Familia, but she has the day off, since one of her party companions is sick today. She's helping out in the store, and should be able to assist you."

As Motoko turned the corner of the shelves, Wyntir bowed to Miach, who was leaving with his box, and then faced the new person who had come to help.

Motoko was a girl, who looked to be no older than 20. she had dark raven hair in a loose pony-tail behind her, and wore an outfit that reminded Wyntir of a shrine maiden, but with a shopkeeper's apron worn over top of it. Smiling and waving at Wyntir, she introduced herself and asked what he was looking for.

"Well, I'm starting to get more loot in my Dungeon runs than I can carry in my pockets. So I need something to help me carry everything, but that won't get in the way of my fighting, or mess up my suit." Wyntir said, starting to turn towards the backpacks that were hanging on pegs, or stacked on the shelves before him.

He turned back as he heard Motoko scoff. "I don't know why you wear that thing in the dungeon anyways. It's totally impractical. You should be getting some armor instead," starting to giggle at the end

Wyntir raised an eyebrow. "Do you have any armor that deflects flames better than Salamander Wool, absorbs blows like tanned Harmadillo skin, or can mend and clean itself?" he asked, his monotone showing just how annoyed he was with that line of thinking.

Motoko Immediately stopped laughing, and looked at Wyntir suspiciously. "Your suit really does all that?"

Wyntir nodded, and shrugged out of his jacket, before turning it inside out and holding it out for her to see. "The lining is made of Underspider silk mixed with brushed Salamander wool. The padding inside the shell is a parchment thin layer of Harmadillo hide, and the outer shell has Manticore mane in it, so it can clean and repair itself."

Motoko's eyes got bigger and bigger with each part he pointed out. "All this time, I thought you were just running into the dungeon with nothing but some cloth to keep you safe. What about the rest, your shirt, tie and pants?" she reached up and began feeling his tie as she asked, trying to see if she could figure it out before he spoke up.

"The shirt makes me not be naked, the pants cover my private areas from view, and the tie looks nice." Wyntir monotoned, a smirk pulling at his lips. Motoko let go of his tie, and stepped back quickly, as if burned. Blushing heavily, she looked away. "Only my suit jacket is made with special materials, but I have 3 of them, so that cost enough of what my Grandfather had saved up to be worth it. Seriously, I come from a family of adventurers, I know better than to run around without any protection at all." He said, putting his coat back on.

"Well, yes. i su-suppose you do." Motoko stuttered, still blushing lightly. "But, as you go deeper, you're going to be getting more and more stuff, so a single backpack won't do for long. you're kind-of just throwing your Vallis away by buying one now. Don't you have a party, or a supporter who can help you out?"

Wyntir rubbed the back of his head again, and looked up at the ceiling. "Bell and I tried being a party earlier, but our fighting styles were so similar…."

"You got in each other's way. That happens sometimes. More often, actually, than a lot of people think." Motoko said, putting her chin against her fist, and taking what Wyntir could only think of as a 'Thinking Pose'. "If you hired a supporter, or found a party that already had one, you wouldn't need any type of pack. The problem is finding one who doesn't just rip you off."

"Is that a problem?"

"Oh yeah, a big one. Many supporters just jump from Adventurer to Adventurer, take what they can, and sell it at shady shops. Those Adventurers then have to bargan with the shops to get their items back." Looking at Wyntir, Motoko suddenly put her hands in front of her and waved them, as if to dispel some thought. "The Miach Familia doesn't do business like that though, we're a respectable and honest shop."

Stopping her frantic motions and looking a bit to the side. "We do get the occasional Supporter who tries to sell us something, but we don't take it." She resumed her Thinking Pose, and sighed, before standing up straight as if a light bulb had gone off in her brain.

"Come to think of it, there are two Supporters I know of, members of our Familia, who are looking for someone to go into the Dungeon with."

"They are?" Wyntir asked, cautiously optimistic. This would help him save some Vallis on a pack, and get Eina off his back about forming up with a Party. It might even help him think of what he wanted out of being an Adventurer.

"Yeah, they were in a party until recently, but I think one of the members made their level, and was treating the rest of the party poorly as a result, so they all disbanded." She turned and started walking back to the front of the shop, motioning to Wyntir that he should follow her. "They work in the back of the shop when they aren't going into the Dungeon as two of our Potion makers."

Going behind the Counter at the front, Motoko opened a curtain, walked through, and held it open for Wyntir to follow. She then led him past a series of room, each one with a workstation of some sort. Some echoed with the sound of metal on metal, and had super heated air billowing out accompanied by the scent of smoke. Others had small carefully cultivated gardens with various herbs growing under skylights.

Trying not to gawk, or look to much at what could be considered Miach Familia secrets, Wyntir did his best to keep pace with Motoko who seemed to know exactly where in this long series of hallways she was going.

Descending down into a second floor, below the shop, she knocked on a closed door. "Zig? Zag? are you two in there?" she asked, in a loud but calm voice.

"Zig-zag?" whispered to himself, not sure if he had heard his guide correctly.

"Just so you know, you're only allowed back here when escorted by a member of our Familia." Motoko said with a smile, as the door opened.

Standing in the way with a scarf over her face, was a small girl, maybe 4 ft tall, with extremely large ears on her head, a pair of dots on her forehead, and blonde hair, the color of dry sand. "What is it Motor-chan?" The short girl asked, clearly annoyed at something. A moment later, green steam billowed out from the doorway, and with it a noxious smell, like rotten vegetables being stewed in sewage.

Motoko shoved he face into the crook of her elbow, trying to block the scent. "There is an Adventurer who is looking for a Supporter." her eyes began to tear up. "He's with the Hestia Familia, and I thought you might like to meet him." Her hair stood on end, as the material of her sleeve did nothing to stop the smell. "He was looking at Backpacks...please excuse me." Introductions done, she turned and ran back up the hallways, trying to get away from the stench.

Wyntir, who was holding his own nose, looked at her fleeing form, before turning back, blue streaks dripping down from his forehead. "You're the guy huh?" Turning away, but leaving the door open, the short girl with big ears motioned for him to follow.

"C'mon in, close the door behind you." While he wasn't sure it was the best idea, Wyntir forced his body to do something that seemed similar to a very stiff walk into the room. "Use this." A cloth was thrown at his face, which Wyntir grabbed, then gagging on the scent, held the cloth over his nose and mouth.

"I'm Azalea." The blonde girl said, stepping up to a large pot, which was set on a floor-level stove. A second girl was pushing various chopped roots from a cutting board over the rim of the pot. Her hair was a darker color, almost a coppery rust-color, but several shades lighter than actual rust would be. "This is my twin sister, Isabelle."

The now named Isabelle, looked up, waved with a knife in her hand, and spoke through the scarf she had. "Contrary-wise, I'm Isabelle, and this is my twin sister Azalea."

Azalea picked up a bowl with some form of powder in it, and began to mix it in slowly, just as Isabelle added the last slice of root. "We're twins…." she started.

"...We're Chienthropes….." Azalea continued, making Wyntir's head move back and forth between the two of them.

"...we make potions…."

"...act as supporters in the Dungeon….."

"...and whenever possible…"

"...we always try…."

"...To work together." they said, completing each other's sentence until the last few words which they said together.

"Chienthrope?" Wyntir said, still trying to catch up.

"Think of it…."

"...as a form of Animal person."

"There are many….."

"...DemiHuman races that….."

"...have some form….."

"...of animal trait."

"Ears, tails…..'

"...Eyes, other senses….."

"Whatever they have, there are varieties of."

"Similar to how Humans have different varieties…"

"...of skin and hair tones."

Taking a moment to figure this all out, Wyntir put a hand on the back of his head. "So you're twins, you work together, and if I want to take one of you into the Dungeon as my supporter, I need to take both of you?"

Standing up straight, as if surprised, the twins looked at one another, then at Wyntir. Isabelle spoke first. "That is…."

"...Impressive. It takes most people….."

"...quite a while to understand…"

"...how we speak."

Wyntir thought on this for a moment, before nodding. "I'm planning to go into the Dungeon tomorrow. about 10 or so. Would the two of you like to join me then? we can partner up for the day, and see how we like it before we go further." Wyntir hadn't realized it until now, but the cloth on his face actually had a sweet smell to it. It was a slight odor that blocked the smells coming from the pot, but didn't overpower his nose.

Looking at one another, the twins seemed to have an unspoken conversation in a matter of seconds.

"That will be…"

"...Acceptable."

A few moments later, the potion was done, and only needed to cool. The twins walked Wyntir back up to the storefront, and agreed to meet by the fountain in front of the entrance to the Dungeon.

Well, there it is, chapter 3. I hope you're enjoying this Fanfic so far, and I wanted to take a minute to address a few things.

This is not my first fic ever, but it is my first one in a long time. I'm really enjoying getting back into this, since I've only been reading for nearly a decade now.

This fic is mostly looking at what would happen differently if there had been one more member of the Hestia Familia from the very start. I'm going to be leaving a few scenes from the Anime out, since they won't really change, nor will they have an effect on the story. I'm trying to stay away from the over done, stereotypical fanfic, where the extra character is a carbon copy if the main character, or just steals a few lines from various other characters in the series.

I'm also trying, as much as i want to do one for this, to avoid a Self Insert fic. There's nothing wrong with fics like this, and I enjoy reading them quite often. I just want to do something a little bit different.

A lot of the parts, where there are scenes blank for a week or more in the Anime, I'm going to try and use to fill in. That being said, the next few chapters are going to be nasty for Wyntir. I hope you enjoy, please Review and tell me how I'm doing so far.