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Chapter Four

The journey to Torigoth was long and rather uneventful. For the most part, Rex and Zeke had to continuously keep a close eye on Mòrag, as she had made quite a few attempts to end the selfish Nopon right there. Once they landed at the Gormotti city, the soldiers hauled him away before Mòrag could exact her revenge.

Seething, she stepped off the ship, the grass around her smoldering as her feet touched the ground.

"Lady Mòrag?" Her fiery-haired Blade came up behind her spoke gently. "He's not here. I would prefer if you would get over that criminal."

"He killed Niall…" She said through gritted teeth. "It doesn't matter that he's alive now, but he had killed His Majesty. I cannot forgive him."

Before Brighid could respond, as certain prince tapped her shoulder, and though her eyes were closed, he could still feel her gaze widen as she shook her head. Ignoring the warning, he walked in front of the Inquisitor and placed his hand on her shoulders as she looked up. He jumped a little as he could literally see flames in woman's eyes. Steeling himself, he stared right back at them.

"Mòrag…" He trailed, his voice void of any boisterousness. "Please, just forget about that Nopon. We all hate him, but we'd rather focus on the fact that Niall still lives. Bana didn't succeed. We did." Averted his gaze as he thought for a second. "Plus, you look much prettier when you're not angry, Mòrag." He lowered his head, bracing himself for what was surely going to be a blow to his face.

However, he was not expecting the stern Ardainian woman to place a small, almost unnoticeable kiss on the top of his head. Looking up, his face in a state of utter surprise, he could see that the woman's eyes were watering slightly as a blush formed on her cheeks, and a small smirk appearing as she saw his reaction.

"T-thank you, Zeke," She said, giving the burly man a quick hug before stepping back and reverting back to her stern, normal self, folding her arms behind her back. "I'm feeling… much better, now. For such a dunce, you sure know how to cheer a person up, huh?" She called back as she led the rest of the group (who were just as shocked as the Zekenator) into the city.

"I… do…" He whispered, staring after the woman, not caring about the insult she had thrown at him. His own Blade leaned closer to him.

"Well, then!" She exclaimed, startling him. "Seems someone has a little crush…" She smiled devilishly. Zeke stood up indignantly, his cheeks tinging red.

"I certainly do not, Pandy!" He exclaimed, his over-the-top accent returning. "I was simply caught off guard by Mor Ardain's finest. Let us be off!" With that, he turned on his heel and marched off to the group leaving Pandoria to have to run and catch up.

The group had separated, with Mòrag and Zeke heading one way, and Nia and the others in the opposite direction.

"We'll meet up at Tora's House in, let's say, four hours?" Mòrag took out a small pocket watch and looked at the time before putting it back into her coat. "So around 6?"

"Sounds good!" Nia responded, before jumping on top of her furry companion, Rex and his Blades in tow. "Don't get into too much trouble with ol' Shellhead, though!" She snickered, her ears twitching as she heard the displeased grunts of her friends.

"So, Nia," Rex began after they had travelled a little bit. "Where're we going?"

"Eh?" Dromarch stopped moving as she jumped down, looking around. Even on the ride to Torigoth, she still couldn't shake the feeling that Rex was less dense than he used to be. Before the flight, when Zeke was retelling everything the Salvager had missed, he had looked at Nia and blushed. It was almost as if he understood what she had really meant. The same thoughts were running through her head now, and she realized that she had led them to the middle of the town.

"I don't know, really," she admitted sheepishly, shaking herself out of her reverie. "I was just sorta letting Dromarch do his thing.

Rex looked around before looking over at a restaurant, one he hadn't seen on their last visit here.

"What about that place?" He said, pointing to it. The bright pinks and blues that coated the walls seemed a bit unorthodox, but the smell emanating from the building erased any doubts in their heads.

Those doubts, though, came back at Mach speed as soon as they entered.

Rex had thought he had already seen the most scantily clad women on his travels, what with the number of Blades he had met and resonated with during his journey. But those seemed tame compared to what he was looking at now.

It was a small restaurant, only 9 or 10 round booths scattered around. A staircase in the far corner led to the second floor, a small sign reading "Bedrooms," hanging above it. The waitresses, though, were wearing nearly nothing. A small brazier, and some very, very tiny underwear was all that covered their modesty, leaving little to the imagination. All of them were flustered, but Rex was the most taken aback. Quickly averting his eyes as his entire face grew to a very dark red, he turned on his heel and was about to walk out before a hand grabbed his wrist.

"Sir?" A timid voice called. As he turned around, he saw a girl, probably around Mòrag's age was staring at him. Due to his height, he ended up staring directly into her bosom, before looking at her face, using all his willpower to not focus anywhere else. Nia, Mythra, and Pyra all stared at him and the girl in disbelief.

"Sir?" The woman said again, this time with a little more force. "Would you like a seat?" Her voice sounded so scared, so… naïve. Rex almost felt sorry for her. Her eyes gazed into his, full of hope.

Before he could comprehend the situation, his own voice surprised him. "Sure!" He covered his mouth with his gloved hands as his companions stared at him, their mouths agape.

A smile grew on the woman's face as she led the group to a booth. "My name's Fensa. Just call me if you need anything!" She poured them some water, left a few menus, and sauntered off to another booth.

"Great job, smart one!" Nia chided as an embarrassed Rex tried to sink into his seat. "Not only do you take us to a... restaurant run by nearly naked girls, but you get us a GODDAMN BOOTH!"

Pyra stared around at the waitresses and turned to her counterpart. "Hey, Mythra?"

"Y-yeah?" She responded, just as flustered as her Driver.

"Why do these girls have bikinis on?" The others simply stared at her, unsure if she was joking or was genuinely asking the question. However, the first person to answer wasn't really a person.

Dromarch jumped down from his seat next to Nia and walked closer to Pyra, prompting her to lean down. As she did, he whispered in her ears. After a brief moment, she shot upright in her seat, her face as red as her head. Dromarch rested on the floor as Nia began to giggle at her friend's reaction. She turned to look at Rex, who was sitting with his head down, staring at the table, his face still in his hands. Slowly, the formation of a plan formed in her head, but somehow, Mythra caught her gaze. A small smirk stretched over her face, and the Flesh-Eater though it might be best to let the Aegis take the reins. Leaning back and looking at Rex, she smiled softly.

"Hey, Rex?" Mythra began, gently shaking the boy's shoulder. He looked up, his face a little less red now, and tilted his head slightly, prompting her to continue. "D-do you like the... clothes these waitresses are wearing?"

The boy sputtered and sat upright, his menu flinging across the room and hitting an unsuspecting patron.

"W-whaat?" Rex exclaims, his arms flailing around him. "I-I don't… I mean I do…" He stumbles over his own words, avoiding the gazes of his friends, even though he can see them blushing just the same. "Er… I don't really know..." He rubs the back of his neck out of habit. "Maybe if you guys were wearing it…" His eyes widen as he realizes what he just said. Looking up, he sees Nia stare at him, Mythra's chest, her own chest, and then back at him, a sort-of half angry, half embarrassed look etched on her face. Pyra buried her face in her hands as Mythra raised her arm. "You pervert!" Was the last thing the poor boy heard as his Blade struck him.

When he next awoke, he was on his back, the worried faces of Pyra and Nia looking down at him. In the corner of his vision, he could also see Zeke, doubled over in… laughter? Along with Mòrag, who was looking down upon him, literally, shaking her head.

"Er…" He began, his throat dry. "What time is it?"

"A quarter till six, Rex," Pyra said softly, as to not startle him. "I was afraid Mythra killed you…"

"Not like I couldn'ta healed him, though…" Nia said, running her hands through the boy's hair.

In a shock of pain, he remembered what had transpired some time before. Raising his hand to his face, he winced as he ran his fingers over the spot where Mythra's hand hit him. He chuckled nervously.

"Yeah… Sorry about that, girls." He sat up and rubbed his cheek, trying to soothe the pain. "I wasn't trying to imply anything… I was just trying to get outta the question, ya know?"

"That's not what I heard, chum!" Zeke called out, seemingly out of his laughing fit. "Mythra told me that you took them to a brothel, and then proceeded to ask to see them practically naked!" He stifled another laugh as he saw the boy's expression redden once more. "You could have been a little subtler about it though, my friend. Not every guy has three girls chasing after them, let alone the Aegis'!" He was about to continue before a loud slap reverberated in the air before the man came crashing down clutching his head in pain. Behind him, a seething Mythra had her hand by her side, steam curling off of it, and a scowl on her face. Pandoria kneeled next to her hurt Driver.

"Not to rub it in, my prince, but you kinda deserved that one…" She said as she patted the man's back.

Meanwhile, Mythra stormed past Zeke, and approached Rex. The boy cowered slightly as he closed his eyes, trying to escape her again. To his surprise, he felt something soft land on his cheek and linger there. Opening his eyes, he looked over, only to see the once angry Blade kissing him. She removed her lips and stood up, a sweet smile on her face as she extended her hand to him. He reached out and, with her help, he stood up. However, rather than let go of his hand, Mythra pulled him towards her and hugged him tightly, and after a moment of shock, he returned it, resting her head on her chest. After a few moments, she let go of him and they both looked at each other, eyes glimmering. Finally, she spoke.

"Look, Rex…" She averted her gaze, crossing her arms. "I'm… sorry. I was trying to tease you, and you… surprised me. I never thought you'd be the one to think something like that." She smirked a little, letting the boy know that everything was alright between them as they shared a little moment. That, however, was soon interrupted by yet another explosion.

Quickly, the group drew their weapons as they turned to see smoke billowing from the street behind them. Rushing forward, Mòrag was the first to react. "Azure II: Blaze!" She yelled, swinging her Whipswords in the direction of the noise.

"MEHMEHMEHMEHMEHMEH!" A high, surprised voice came in response. Dromarch fired off a small water ball, clearing off the smoke and revealing a small, fuzzy being lying on the ground in shock, a robotic, humanoid figure standing behind him.

"Tora?" Mòrag exclaimed, sheathing her weapons. The group ran over to their friend, who was knocked out cold.

"Hello, friends!" Poppi said, greeting them with a cute head tilt. "It seems that friends might have surprised Masterpon and Poppi!"

And so, the new heropon makes his debut in the story! It wasn't as memorable as Riki's in the first game, but still!

I hope you guys enjoy this!