AUTHOR'S NOTE: I own nothing from Bayonetta
"Welcome to the six o'clock Vigrid news. Stunning reports of a full scale alien invasion occurring at the capital have been captured by multiple sources. Aid has been sent from neighbouring countries, but it seems Isla Del Sol will be a ruin before this is all over. The populace has been evacuated, and the local security has been dispatched, but they are outnumbered and out of practice. It is said a guardian angel from the heavens is aiding them, but it is just one person, and a whole army for them to contend with. We pray that more aid will reach them in time, and that this invasion can be solved peacefully."
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"Breaking news! The alien invasion, known as Lagunan's, has been successfully repelled. Reports have come in that the former CEO of the Ithavoll group, Father Balder, was actually a Lumen Sage of the legends and had tried to kickstart the resurrection of the Creator, Jubelius, and destroy the universe to remake it in his own image. According to Luka Redgrave, an associate of them, two siblings by the names of Bayonetta and Sephiroth and their friend Jeanne, two of whom are Umbra Witches, took the fight to him and successfully foiled his plan, destroying the statue that housed the spirit of the God and killing him and his Lagunan army. Unfortunately, it is theorised that Jeanne and Bayonetta perished in this battle. Sephiroth has not been seen since, and we can only wonder where this superpowered human has gone, for together we would all like to thank him, and mourn with him."
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"Well, no rest for the wicked." Enzo looked at the two other people with him, the only two attending the late Bayonetta and her friend Jeanne's funeral; Rodin, and a Nun to oversee the proceedings. "But at least she is at peace now, back in the box she came from."
He continued, paying the pair no heed to their small glares they sent his way. "And I guess I'm going to have to find a new racket to line my pockets. No bonus for old Enzo this time; as fucking usual."
"You know how it works with witches, Enzo." Rodin placed his hands on his hips and regarded the man from behind his sunglasses. "They make a deal with the devil and when they die, the devil gets his due."
"Why are you telling me this?" Enzo walked over to him, confused. "Is that not why we are here, praying for her soul to rest in peace?! I better not be out here, catching a fucking cold, if these prayers don't mean nothing. Aside from being the undertaker for these pair of funerals here, I don't even know why you fucking dragged me out here anyway!"
A figure materialised behind them, making the mortal jump and squeak with fear.
"What is the meaning of this?" Damien demanded as he walked forward to stand beside the weaponsmith. Rodin glanced at him, and inwardly cursed.
"Ohh shit…"
The Nun stiffened but continued to murmur the prayers for the deceased.
"It's a funeral for Bayonetta and the other witch… the uglier one." Enzo replied, and was immediately yanked from his feet to face the silver haired man's fiery gaze.
"Jeanne is not the uglier one!" He hissed, eyes glowing slightly in anger. He turned to the unconcerned Rodin. "Why was I not told of this funeral? You'd bloody think her brother would want to say his last goodbyes!"
Rodin's eyebrows raised in surprise, and he glanced at the nun for the briefest of seconds. "This was a recent development, you might not have got the word in time. And since when were you her brother?"
"Since her father decided he needed a son and made me into one." He replied angrily, dropping the frightened mortal. "Some funeral service this is."
All three men then were surprised to see two moving rosemary bushes approaching from the east side of the cemetery. Placing them down beside the coffins, Luka's tear washed face appeared with a small smile.
"I said I'd never give up chasing you…" He looked down and placed a hand on Bayonetta's coffin, where he imagined hers would be. "I just never thought the chase would end like this."
"Rosemary?" Rodin sniffed the air and raised an eyebrow at the mortal.
"I did some research, and classically it was used as a demon repellent. It might help you on the road ahead." He removed his hand from the coffin and stepped back, looking to the nun to continue the service.
A golden light washed over the small gathering, stunning Luka and Damien. Rodin grunted and folded his arms, and the nun smiled.
"Hey… Hey!" Enzo crawled behind the weapon smith. "Wait a second! What the hell are they coming down here to get them for?"
"They are the instruments of God, and are a testament to their will." The voice of the nun caused Damien to snap to face her, his eyes wide. Luka turned to her with a shocked expression, his eyes narrowing. "Of course they would come for the prize they been seeking all along."
"Holy shit, you're…" Luka pointed at her, and then the casket.
Damien took a tentative step forward, hope filling his eyes. "Jeanne?"
The nun closed the book and dropped it, leaping into the sky and through a portal to Purgatorio. Damien followed quickly, only to see her falling to Earth, slamming a group of Affinities to the ground.
She looked at the white outfit she was wearing in repulsion, and then winked at him. "This outfit looks ridiculous on me, doesn't it?"
He looked at her with a stunned silence, mouth open slightly in shock.
"I swear, this is the last time I will unwillingly cosplay for you." She said to the coffin, tearing the white dress off to reveal a clean and repaired version of her red D'Arc clothing. Turning back to the stunned man, Jeanne rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, it's not like you've seen a ghost!"
He was interrupted from his reply when a flock of Affinities flew at him, screeching. Pulling out Angel Slayer, he jumped to stand back to back with her.
"I thought I had killed you." His voice was low, and the emotions contained within were nearly bursting out.
"You honestly thought a giant rock would kill us both?" She laughed, but moved to slightly brush his hand with her own. "Damien, please give us more credit than that."
The Affinities had enough, and swooped in. They both jumped up to meet them, katana flashing and guns blazing.
"You hear that?" Rodin turned to the two coffins, yelling at the one with Bayonetta inside. "That's your cue!"
Luka turned to the coffin, staring at it, a swelling hope growing in his heart.
"Will you hurry up?" Jeanne kicked an Affinity out of the way and walked up to it. "Don't tell me you actually fell asleep in that thing!" She slammed her fist onto it, startling Enzo.
"Oh, you've gotta be fucking kidding me..." The mortal began to back away. "You're telling me she's not dead?!"
The lid burst off, Bayonetta jumping out and onto the second coffin with ease, and came crashing down breaking over Rodin's head.
"Un-fucking-believable!" Enzo screamed.
"Morning!" Bayonetta exclaimed, then froze slightly at the sight of the two mortals. "Remind me never to act as the bait again, please?"
"You survived?" Luka exclaimed, his face breaking into a smile. "You survived!"
The witch in black winked at him. "Of course I survived, Cheshire. We both have unfinished business that me dying would simply be too inconvenient for it to delay any longer."
Damien merely stared at her, eyes watering. "Cereza…"
She stepped into Purgatorio and gave him a soft smile. "I swear we were going to reunite under better circumstances, and not like this. Now, we have some work to do before we can relax and… how do they put it? Hang out?"
"You're alive." He smiled finally.
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1 week later…
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Four people sat at the Gates of Hell in silence, each one's mind ticking with unanswered questions and with information that no one wanted to approach. Damien's past life and relationship with the other four. Jeanne's ability to coexist with Damien somehow. Luka and Bayonetta's relationship. Bayonetta's memories, and the true power of the Left Eye.
But they all knew one thing, and that was that they had all been successful. Balder had been defeated, Jeanne was saved and the Angelic plot to resurrect Jubelius had been successfully halted and punched into Inferno, where it could never arise inadvertently again.
Damien was the first to break the silence. He raised his glass as a tribute. "To the victorious."
The others followed suit. "To the victorious."
Each took a deep drink from their respective glass, everyone's thoughts on something different.
Damien was thinking about his future, and where he stood. There was nothing for him in the past, and there was nothing for him from the future either. Literally.
Bayonetta thought of her memories, her newfound family member, her best friend, and of a certain long-haired brunette sitting near her.
Luka was thinking of his future, his haunted but avenged past, and of the raven witch sitting near him.
Jeanne thought about her best friend, Damien's future and past, and her guilt from her actions.
Rodin smirked as he watched the four. "Well I'm glad you all won something. Even though you killed the literal creator of the universe and all that, you all still didn't end up with enough halos to return me to my true form."
Bayonetta's head snapped up. "You what?"
He chuckled. "Back then, I used to be a Dea like Jubileus. After a few millennia, I grew fed up with Paradiso's ideals, revolted and got cast out." Pulling out a halo, he flicked it up like a coin. "Though, I would miss the life of this, serving people, helping them out and even playing scientist. Sometimes you just gotta play humble sometimes."
Everyone laughed, and the tension was broken.
"I suppose I should give this back now." Damien pulled out Angel Slayer and passed it to Jeanne. She accepted the blade but frowned at the action.
"Are you sure you don't want to keep it?" She asked. "You are still weapon-less."
"It's not mine." He shook his head. "It would feel wrong to use it for longer than I need to."
"Well, Damien, it seems that it is your lucky day today." Rodin picked up a long, black case and placed it onto the counter. Four pairs of eyes looked at the case with curiosity, and the weapon smith opened it to reveal the Shuraba, all in one piece.
"What!?" Damien stood up and looked at it with surprise. "How?"
"I recovered the pieces of the sword and gave them back to him, remember?" Jeanne answered. "I asked for a favour."
"It ain't easy to break my babies, so whoever broke it must have been a mighty foe." Rodin smiled. "However, I ain't fixing it again. And you now have a tab you gotta fill."
"A tab is the least of my worries." He pulled out the blade and smiled as the familiarity of the weapon washed over him. "Thank you."
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Bayonetta found herself pulled aside by Luka. Curious, she followed him to an empty table.
"Look, I know I treated you like crap at the beginning of all this, and I am honestly sorry for that." He began. "I let my memories and perception blind me from the completely obvious truth."
"Cheshire, you had every reason to think that way. A person wakes up from a tomb after being in it for five hundred years, and you father dies basically at the same time?" She shook her head. "I worried for the last twenty years about whether it was my fault at all."
"You did?" Luka sounded surprised. "So, all that bravado was for show?"
Bayonetta blushed slightly. "No. I was trying to do something, that now that I'm thinking of it, was probably pretty…" She trailed off as the guilt rose within her.
He sat there, giving her an encouraging smile. "C'mon, you can do this!"
"…stupid of me to do so." She gritted her teeth together and forced it down as she finished her sentence. It wasn't nearly as bad as she thought it was going to be. That was easy.
Luka leaned slightly forward, like he was anticipating her answer. "Why then?"
"I had this silly idea that I could seduce you and get you to leave me alone." She said after a long silence. "I wanted to prove to you that you couldn't resist a witch's charm, regardless of how mentally prepared you thought you could've been."
Luka leaned some more. "And?"
"If you lean forward some more, you're going to meet the table face to face." She said, smiling coyly. Luka straightened up immediately, panic rushing to his face.
"Don't do that! It would ruin this handsome mug." He held his face in mock horror.
"Why did you bring me over here?" She asked, ignoring his question, and his pleas of mercy.
Now it was Luka's turn to blush. "You know how you said that you tried to seduce me?"
"Mhmm?"
"You kinda did…" He looked to the side, trying not to let her see his face. "I think it was probably around that time you stepped out of the bathroom."
"Ooh, I quite remember your reaction." Her eyes glazed over as she remembered his reaction, and then blanched as she remembered that Damien was there.
"I, uh, decided pretty much from there on out to be a bit more open with my views, as I explained to Damien hours after you fell into Paradiso." Luka turned back to her, his emotions finally in check. "I wasn't sure about whether I should be angry at you once I learned my Father's research into the labs of Ithavoll was correct."
"My brother?" She asked, and he nodded. "Ah, I'll thank him later."
"Yeah…" He grew red as he drew his eyes away from her grey ones. "I kinda don't really know what to think of you, to be honest, although I would say that I do think you are absolutely the girl of any guys dreams."
"Is that why you got all flustered when I promised you that date?" She smirked, and he nodded quickly.
"I don't know why you promised me one, to be honest with ya." He looked at the table, tracing a pattern with his left hand. "I'm a mortal; my lifespan will be nothing but a blink of your eye."
"Cheshire, I'm going to tell you the same thing that I told Jeanne about five hundred years ago." She reached forward and grabbed his hand. "I don't care. If I want to date a mortal, I'm going to fucking date a mortal."
She flicked a strand of hair from her face, and then grinned. "And besides, it not like she does fancy an immortal."
"What do you…" His face quickly turned to confusion. "How the hell does she fancy a mortal?"
"Well, the mortal in question; I'm honestly not sure whether he is mortal." She turned away, thinking. "So, she might still be right."
"I thought she was lesbian, considering everything that happened." Luka said, turning to look at the witch in question.
"No, but a good assumption. She's bi, and probably pan-sexual as well." Bayonetta also turned to look at her. "But anyway, that date..."
"Are you sure you are serious, Bayonetta?" Luka returned his gaze to her. "How could a witch, and the most powerful woman on this Earth, want a man like me?"
"Because you see beyond these tits and ass." She smiled, poking his nose with a finger. "And besides, you are quite my type."
"But-" He was interrupted by her finger being placed onto his lips.
"Luka, for once in your goddamn life, just accept that this is how things are." She laughed. "Look, at worst you get to have a date with me. At best…" She leaned over and began to whisper into his ear. Luka's face went red, and then redder and redder as she described precisely what they could be doing.
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Jeanne held the box that would certainly end in her death in her hands. She feared his reaction, feared its contents, feared everything about it.
But he had every right to know. So, he was going to get it.
"Damien." Her voice didn't falter; that was a good start. He turned to her and smiled briefly, and then noticed what she held in her hands.
"What is that?" He asked, and Jeanne sensed that he had guessed what it was, or what it might contain.
"When you were invading Ithavoll tower, I raided the labs and found everything you didn't destroy about you and stored them here, and then destroyed them." She held out the box. "Here is it all. I figured you, of all people, would like to know what is here."
He took it gingerly and looked at it with reverence, and then tossed it into a portal. "I'll read them later. I don't want to ruin the mood yet."
The silence turned a little awkward.
"What will you do now?" Jeanne asked before she could stop herself.
"I don't know." He answered, sounding unsure. "I'll read the stuff in the box, then I'll see if I can find some relatives or someone that can help me out now. Temperentia was probably lying about every family member dying; there is no way that Balder managed to find them all."
Jeanne felt a giant invisible fist punch her in the stomach. He was certainly going to find out about his entire family in the file, and he would know that he had no one to go to. Then he would hunt her down, and chances are Bayonetta wouldn't understand why he had every right to do so.
She sighed as she thought of a dangerous and potentially horrible plan that might not end up with her dead. This one was at least better than leaving the whole thing up to chance.
"I need to show you something." She said. "Before you read anything or do anything else."
He looked at her in confusion and suspicion. "Where?"
"Australia."
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The four stood at the entrance back to the mortal realm, each looking at each other, waiting for someone to speak up.
"So, now what do we do?" Luka scratched the back of his neck. "Obviously there is no world ending event that is about to occur, so we all probably don't need to be together again."
"I was planning on visiting Australia with Jeanne." Damien glanced at the witch in red to his left. "There's something there I have to see."
"There is." Jeanne nodded at him, and then turned to her fellow witch. "What about you, Cereza?"
The witch in black was silent. "I'm not sure… I don't think it would be fair on the nuns I work with if I returned there with the whole world knowing who we are and what we can do."
"You're a nun?" Jeanne's eyes bugged out and she stifled a giggle. "What on Earth drove you to do that?"
"It's honest work." She shrugged, then turned to the man at her left. "What about you, Cheshire?"
"I was honestly thinking of heading back home to America, and continuing my journalist work there." He answered. "So this will probably be goodbye from me for now."
"Not necessarily…" Bayonetta held up a hand. "I could stay with you, considering I do not have a permanent residence anywhere."
"What?" All but Damien exclaimed. "You can't be serious!"
Jeanne and Luka then stared at each other in amazement.
"At least we know you're both against me." The witch in black rolled her eyes, supressing a smile.
"Actually, that's a really good idea." Damien smiled at her. "You get to live an ordinary life, out of the spotlight and no one would expect the person who literally saved the world to be living with the journalist who hunted her for twenty years."
Both Luka and Jeanne stared at him with suspicion.
"How come you are so cool on letting her live with me?" Luka asked. "I thought you would be all protective over her, considering you are family."
"I'm not like that!" He disagreed vehemently. "And besides, this way I'll know where you both are."
The trio then turned to Jeanne, who was still struggling to put her mind into words. "Cereza, I bought an apartment for the sole purpose of us to live in when this mess was finished with."
"Jeanne." She glanced at the men and gestured to them. They stepped back to give the pair privacy. "You bought that under the influence of Balder, remember? If anything, me living with you would be just painful for you."
"I just don't want to be lonely anymore." She dropped her head, whispering. "I went celibate after I sealed you away, and I have not met another person romantically for at least five hundred years, and it's been killing me. Not until…" Her voice trembled as it trailed away.
"Look, the only advice I can give you is for you to open your heart to someone else, and for them to help you heal your body and mind." Bayonetta lifted her friends chin. "Or see a psychiatrist and get therapy, but you're going to be stubborner than him about it."
"Him?" Jeanne's eyes narrowed in confusion.
"My brother, of course." She answered. "He has far too many problems and issues that I'm sure only therapy can solve."
The witch in grey eye's widened as an idea came to her. "I think I know what I can do now."
Bayonetta smiled as she realised what she could be planning. "That is a good idea, if I say so myself." Smirking, she leaned close to her ear. "Just don't spend too much time fucking his brains out. I'd like to not become an Aunt yet."
"CEREZA!" Jeanne blushed and looked at her in horror. The witch in black began to laugh, and the two men stared at the pair in confusion.
"Should we know what happened?" Luka asked the winged man next to him.
"I doubt it." He answered, a soft smile playing on his features. "Anyway, I think it is best that we are off soon."
"I agree, Darling." Bayonetta turned and grabbed Luka's hand and dragged him in front of her. "Lead the way, Cheshire!"
"I told you before, it is L.U.K.A, Luka!" He laughed as they both walked out of sight.
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"This was my family…"
Damien knelt in front of several rows of tombstones, each bearing the same name. Jeanne stood behind him, tense and ready to defend herself at any moment.
"How did this happen...?" He asked, looking at the ground. Jeanne didn't answer, wrapped up in her own thoughts in how she was going to answer this.
"How?" He turned to her, eyes beginning to turn moist. "They all died on the same day. Something must have happened!"
"After you broke out, Temperentia paid Balder a visit, to which the Sage ordered a mass genocide of your family." Jeanne answered, her voice showing the minimum of the conflict inside of her. "I was instructed to help him, and you know that I was nothing else but the efficient weapon in his fist."
It was out. Damien now knew that the person whom he had worked so hard to save, the person whom he had said he admired, was the murderer of everyone who would've known him. Now he knew he could never relearn his past and could never become the person he once was.
He didn't say anything. He turned away and faced the tombstones again. Jeanne's mind and instincts were telling her to flee, but she stayed put. If he was going to attack her and try to kill her, then he was welcome to.
The silence, however, was really starting to become unnerving.
"Did they suffer?" His voice trembled to her, breaking the tension.
Jeanne hesitated. "Some did. When he isn't calm, Temperentia enjoys playing with mortals. He was far too sadistic for an Audito."
"I see…" He became silent again and returned his attention back to the tombstones.
"Are you alright?" Jeanne asked tentatively.
"I feel loss." He swallowed. "Pain. Anger. Yet none of it feels real."
Jeanne frowned as she knelt beside him. "What do you mean?"
"This is going to sound really horrid of me, but I have no connection to these people." He gestured to the rows. "I don't know who they are, and I don't know who they are to me. I don't feel loss or pain for them. And I feel sick to my stomach that I can't."
"This is all my fault…" Jeanne whispered to herself, closing her eyes. "I did this all to you."
"Don't blame yourself." Damien looked at her, his haunted eyes looking at her softly. "You shouldn't be, Balder already had his hands in your mind well before I was captured. You were just his puppet."
"I know, but the memories will always, always…" She swallowed as she opened her eyes, trying to keep her emotions stable. "They will always be with me, until I die."
"They can serve as reminders of the past and vault you to new strengths." Damien tried to reassure her, but to no avail.
Jeanne had recognised the wisdom in his words but shook her head. "They were my actions, and I enjoyed them! How can you not look at me in disgust and hatred?"
"Because that was not you. That was Balder, and he decided the best thing that was for everyone was to ruin their lives." Damien put a hand on her shoulder. "The Jeanne I now know, the Jeanne my sister knows, wouldn't think of killing mortals for pleasure."
"It's because I have nothing." He continued. "Everything I once had was gone, ripped from me by you from his order, and then changed through his command. He did everything, you were merely the unwilling hand. I can't judge actions when I have nothing to judge. Hell, I don't know if the old me was a genocidal freak."
"Balder really took everything from me." He laughed ironically. "My past, my memories, even me."
And with that, the floodgates opened. Twenty years of torture, a year of being emotionally and physically exhausted, the revelation of his family's death, and the fact his friend was emotionally tortured from events she couldn't control; it all broke loose. For everyone, he cried. Tears fell, his shoulder's rose and fell with sobs. Covering his face, he cried for the first time in years.
Two slim arms wrapped around him as Jeanne pulled him to her. Abandoning all self-control, he followed suit and embraced her in return, crying into her shoulder. Her eyes also unleashed her own tears, as she wept for him and for herself.
No words were spoken. None were needed.
The pair separated after a long moment. Looking into each other's eyes, they saw the hurt and pain that each possessed.
"What will you do now?" Jeanne asked softly.
"I honestly don't know anymore." Damien looked away. "I shouldn't live with my sister, it wouldn't be fair on her or Luka. I honestly think I will probably end up at the Gates and help Rodin out. It's the best way I can repay his apparent kindness, and I'll need to pay him back for Shuraba anyway."
"You'll fade away into obscurity?" Jeanne sounded shocked.
"It's for the best." He morosely answered. "I'm a stranger to myself and to the world. It's best if I just do something that I know I'm good at, instead of trying to fit this strange thing in into a normal life." He gestured to his wing. "Balder might have failed his plan to resurrect Jubileus, but he did make me an abomination."
A loud smack rang through the graveyard as Jeanne slapped him. Holding one hand to his stinging cheek, he couldn't help but look away from the sheer fury in her eyes.
"Damien!" She yelled. "You are the most strong-willed man I know, and one of the most powerful I have ever seen! Any person on this world would be glad to make your acquaintance and would be cherished to have your friendship. Rodin wouldn't use you to your full potential, and you would fade away when you could be so much more!"
"What do you propose I do?" He yelled back.
"You could live with me!" She fired right back at him, not thinking clearly. Her brain then caught up to her mouth, and she didn't hate the idea as much as she thought. In fact, wasn't she already planning on asking him anyway?
"Me? Live with you?" Damien sounded shocked and surprised.
"Yes! When Balder wasn't using me for his various…needs, I used to be a teacher. I still have an apartment in Britain somewhere that can accommodate four people, and I was originally going to use it for when Cereza came back to me. But since she is probably going to live with the mortal now, I'm going to probably go crazy with the loneliness! And you could make a living there without too much trouble. You could live a normal life again, and not become a crony for Rodin." She explained, liking the idea more and more.
He didn't seem too sold on the idea yet. "I don't want to be a problem to you, especially if I can help it."
"Trust me, you'd be nothing close to a problem." Jeanne smiled and grabbed his hand. "Please Damien. This is a way that I can repay you for saving me from Balder, and it will help our minds heal from the better part of the last two decades."
He looked into her eyes, and finally broke into a small, pained smile. "I accept."
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One day later…
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Luka reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys.
"Now, I'm going to pre-emptively apologise for the mess." He turned to the casually dressed witch behind him, stopping for a second to appreciate the view. She was wearing a button-up white shirt and blue jeans, and a pair of blue sneakers to complete her look. Her hair was loose, and cascaded down her back, giving her the look of wearing a cloak. "And potentially apologise for anything that might happen when you walk in."
"Why would something happen when I walk in in particular?" She answered, noticing his lingering look and giving him a smirk. "Don't tell me you have a puppy, Cheshire."
"You'll see." He fiddled with the lock, and then opened the door. Holding it open, he gestured to her. "Ladies first."
She rolled her eyes, smiling, but walked in. Luka's apartment was messy. She stood in the kitchen and could spot no less than thirty unwashed dishes strewn around. And that wasn't taking into account the piles of paper, the unwashed clothes and the layers of dust everywhere.
"I, uh…" Luka walked in behind, scratching his head. "I'm really sorry for the mess."
"Luka." She turned around, smiling softly. "It's perfect."
"Wha-how?" He asked. "It's barely fit to live in, let alone close to mediocre!"
"I spent the better part of the first twenty years of my life being micromanaged and controlled into a clean, neat lady." She turned back and gestured to the apartment. "I have never had the chance to just fuck off and live my life the way I wanted to."
"Did you not do that for the last twenty years?" He frowned.
"I didn't know who I was for the last twenty years." She clicked her fingers and two duffel bags popped out of inferno, followed by a wardrobe. "Right now, all I want to do is settle down and live a normal life. Well, as normal as a witch's life can be."
"I still don't know why you've decided you want to live with me." Luka awkwardly began to pick up items, throwing them into a pile near the corner. "We haven't even had that date yet!"
"So?" Bayonetta turned her attention to moving the wardrobe somewhere. "I don't exactly have a permanent residence and living with Jeanne and Damien would be an absolute nightmare! The pent-up sexual tension between the two would become unbearable!"
"You really think that they have it for each other?" He asked. "Didn't they spend the better part of twenty years with her torturing him?"
"That wasn't her, remember." She walked into the spare bedroom and surveyed it, spotting three peculiar creatures. "They have only really known each other for the better part of a week. I give them a month before they start fucking like rabbits."
"You sound too confident about that." He answered, standing beside her as he looked into the room with her. "I really need to clean up."
"You never told me you were a cat person." She crouched down as the three felines walked over with curiosity. "What are their names?"
"Claire, Trish and Silvia." Luka answered as the cats pressed themselves against her. Crouching beside her, he watched as the cats began to purr. "They like you."
"It certainly helps that cats love a lady." She grabbed the black cat and picked her up, petting it as she stood back up to face him. A small puppy then ran into sight and jumped into Luka's awaiting arms. Petting the dog, he gave it a well-deserved scratch down and then released it as he too stood back up.
"You didn't quite answer my question." He smiled. "Why live with me?"
"Because Cheshire," She pulled him close, dropping the cat gracefully as she did. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
"I-" He was silenced by her lips pressing against his. His eyes widened, then closed as he revelled in the sensation.
"Don't think, Luka." She whispered as she pulled back slightly. "Just go with the flow."
"Bayonetta…" His voice was strained, as if he was battling with himself. "Why?"
"If you must know, its because I think you are a fairly attractive fellow with a good head on his shoulders." Bayonetta replied, her tone slightly exasperated. "Now shut up and let me do the things to you that I'm sure you have been dreaming of ever since the time we visited the Vigrid Hotel."
Luka gulped, but then smiled. "Lead on, Cerezita."
The End
Thank you all for reading! I hope that this wasn't too bad of a fic, considering it is my first completed one, and that you all had just as much fun reading as I did writing it.
Now, I'll probably end up doing a bunch of short stories to set up the Bayonetta 2 retelling, but I'll lump those into one fic so I don't spam the site. I'm also going to give myself a break, and start writing down skeletons for the future stories and/or edit this story so it becomes better.
See you all in about a month or two!