A/N: Wow. I'm amazed at the enormous response to the first chapter. Thank you everyone!
Expectations are high. I only hope I'll be able to meet people's standards. Talk about pressure…
Before you read, I would like to remind everyone that the category of this story is humor. While there is an overarching plot, there will, of course, be toilet language, a bit of drama, awkward situations, and trolling (both by characters and the author).
Chapter 2
1.
The Stray Cat Kuroka was in a pinch.
She had thought that she was relatively safe in her cat form. Her powers would be undetectable and no one would be able to distinguish her from any other stray cats on the streets. It was due to this that she was confident she would not get caught by her pursuers.
Unfortunately, she forgot to take into account that if someone does take interest in her, she would be helpless to escape if they were of any real power.
She doesn't know who the green-eyed man was but she definitely knew the one by the name of Azazel.
Kuroka was a reincarnated devil and had thus been given a lecture on the three biblical factions. Even if a newly incarnated devil has low chances of actually meeting the leaders of the factions, they were required to at least know who they were.
And looking at the brown/blonde haired man next to the man holding her, Kuroka felt a slight shiver of fear travel down her spine. Although the man may not look much, he was definitely powerful. As Kuroka was a youkai, a race that specializes on illusions and trickery, she knew better than to judge people by their cover.
Azazel could kill her in an instant if he suspects her to be a threat. Another bout of shivers went through the nekoshou at the thought.
"What's wrong, kitty? Are you cold?" The concerned voice of the young man asked, moving her to the inside of his coat. Kuroka couldn't help the purr that escaped her at the sudden warmth and comfort. Those two were a rarity nowadays.
"Well, I guess that's one problem solved. Man, I can't wait to get home. I'm sure Kunou will just adore you, you cute little pussy, you…" Harry tickled Kuroka's nose, making the cat swipe her claws at him in irritation. Harry only chuckled before turning to glare at Azazel, who had opened his mouth to no doubt spout off a pussy joke.
Azazel quickly shut his mouth and whistled innocently. Catching Harry's look, he raised an eyebrow. "What? I wasn't going to say anything."
Harry merely rolled his eyes at the obvious lie. "Right…Well, now that I got Kunou a pet, it's time for me to go home."
He prepared to disapparate, only for Azazel to grab a hold of his sleeve with a serious expression.
"Is Yasaka-chan cooking hot pot tonight?"
Harry backed away and narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Yes, how did you know that?"
Azazel grinned mysteriously before proceeding to bow, bent at a perfect ninety-degree angle at the waist.
"Please let this worthless one partake in the glorious—!" Azazel began but was abruptly cut off when Harry chopped him on the head, having heard his ridiculous begging for food many times before.
"Fine, fine just get up already, you worthless bum." Harry sighed as Azazel straightened with a blinding smile.
Harry sighed and grabbed Azazel with his other hand in preparation for apparation. Knowing the terrible sensation that was to come, Azazel braced himself.
Unfortunately, Kuroka had no such warning.
2.
"Urrgghhh." Azazel moaned as he struggled to hold his vomit. "Must you always do that every time you want to teleport us? I'm sure you have other ways of transport that doesn't squeeze my guts every time. Sometimes I can't even tell whether I want to puke or shit when you do that."
Harry smirked back unrepentantly. "Hmph. I suppose I could just rip a hole in space but then I wouldn't get to see your constipated face every time wont I?"
"Ha ha. Very funny." Azazel grumbled, patting the dirt off his pants from where he landed on his ass. "Heh, joke's on you this time." He continued, pointing at Kuroka, who was clutching at Harry's shirt with a death grip.
Kuroka was panting as her claws dug into Harry. What the hell was that? She felt as if she was compressed through a thin tube before being forcefully stretched to her normal size. It was one of the most uncomfortable sensations she had ever felt. She felt like she was going to throw up.
Oh, wait. She already did.
A splotch of vomit was on Harry's shirt. For a moment, Kuroka thought he was going to throw her away in disgust, giving her hope that she could escape unscathed.
Her rising hope was quickly dashed as Harry merely waved his hand and the vomit vanished. He frowned at the suddenly very tense nekoshou, his eyes unreadable.
"NYAA!"
An unexpected smack to the rump made Kuroka cry out in shock, and surprisingly, in pleasure.
"Bad kitty." Harry admonished her before he began to walk, Azazel following beside him.
Kuroka swiveled her head, taking in her surroundings. It was with another jolt of fear that she realized her exact location.
She was in Kyoto, stronghold of youkai in Japan.
Stalls lit with softly glowing lamps and ethereal light lined the streets. Youkai of every species were scattered about, having fun and bartering with the vendors. They all waved to Harry as he passed by and it made Kuroka wonder just who the hell this man was. He had displayed abilities she had never heard of before and he apparently had the adoration of most of the youkai in Kyoto, something that she had never thought possible for a human. And she was sure that Harry was definitely a human.
That wasn't the problem here however. If there was anyone who could blow her cover, these youkai were definitely it. Determined to not get caught, she started to struggle against the arms holding her, hoping to get even an inch of leverage to escape. It was for naught however against Harry's iron grip.
Harry adjusted his hold on Kuroka in response as the feline renewed her struggles to escape. He ran his hand soothingly across her fur and scratched her behind the ears. Eventually, the cat turned into a purring mass under his skillful ministrations.
"Good evening, Harry-dono!" A tengu greeted Harry jovially as he began to ascend the stairs to the shrine where he and his family resided. The tengu then smirked as his eyes settled on Azazel. "And to you too, Scum-san."
Azazel sputtered, before giving out a mournful sigh. "Hey! Where did all the respect go? I'll have you know I was the most handsome angel in heaven! Women get wet at the sight of me! Men are jealous of my manliness! My smile induces orgasms! Enemies flee at the sight of me! I, am the amazing Azazel-sama!"
The tengu looked amused but ignored the mad man as he gave Harry a small bow. "Welcome home. Yasaka-sama is awaiting your return, Harry-dono."
Harry bowed back to the tengu and ascended the steps to his house.
He had initially been met with hostilities when he married Yasaka. Many had thought that him, a human would try to take over the leadership position after the marriage. They were shocked however, when he left the leadership to Yasaka and let them do as they pleased. Needless to say, they didn't want an unknown man to have any sort of power over them without gaining their trust.
That did not mean he was uninvolved in the affairs of youkai however. With his mastery of magic and his god-like powers, he was able to solve many problems and create better living conditions for the youkai. They never ran out of food, their living space has been greatly expanded through space manipulation runes, and human entertainment systems had been introduced to them, modified to run off the ambient magical and nature energy in the air.
Harry's popularity had skyrocketed in no time, immediately endearing him to many youkai as he became almost like a father figure to everyone. He listened and helped with their problems, lessening the load off Yasaka's shoulders as she did not have to deal with the trivial day to day matters.
It even became a common occurrence that Harry would take out Kunou and play with the other youkai children, giving him the image of a gentle parent.
If Yasaka was the strict mother to the youkai, Harry was the doting father.
"PAPA!"
A yellow blur shot out of the house and slammed into Harry's midsection, making him stagger back a step. An ecstatic smile spread across his face as he hugged his daughter back, spinning on his heel to disperse momentum from the flying hug. Kunou giggled as she was swung in the air before she was settled on Harry's hip.
"How's my princess doing? Have you been a good girl?"
Kunou beamed up at Harry. "Uhm! Kunou's a good girl!"
"Good," Harry beamed back. With his other hand, he presented the black cat to Kunou by the scruff of the neck. "Tada!"
"Kitty!" Kunou's small hands latched onto Kuroka before promptly smashing the haggard Nekoshou to her chest, burying her face into its fur.
"Kunou-chan, you shouldn't put your face in such dirty things." A reprimanding voice came from behind, making Kunou freeze.
Yasaka came out of the house with a stern expression. After giving her husband a return home kiss, which he had been only too happy to return, she frowned down at her daughter.
"Ah, sorry kaa-chan." Kunou fidgeted, suddenly nervous. She buried her face into her father's shirt, as if that would protect her from her mother's scolding. Knowing how her father dotes on her, Kunou was quite confident it would work.
"Honestly, I thought I taught you better than that." Yasaka sighed exasperatedly, knowing that she lost this round. It seems Kunou was turning into quite a cunning child. She then reached out to grab the cat, her suddenly long nails glinting ominously in the approaching twilight.
Without so much as a warning, Kuroka suddenly found herself face to face with the leader of all the youkai in Kyoto. Her regal presence overwhelmed Kuroka's senses. The nine tails waving lazily behind her made her cut an even more imposing figure. By the way the nine tailed fox was looking at her, Kuroka knew the ruse was up. She had been caught.
"Hmm…It seems this one would need to be…
…cleansed....
…thoroughly…" Yasaka finished, eyes flashing dangerously.
Kuroka gulped in fear.
3.
Kuroka struggled against Yasaka but the leader of youkai kept her in an iron grip. The cat made cute puppy eyes at the others, hoping that someone would save her from impending doom. To her dismay, they merely looked amused at her predicament.
Azazel chuckled at the cat's desperate pleas for help. It seemed as if the cat had a previous owner, judging by her reaction when a bath was mentioned. The word must have triggered traumatic memories of being dumped in a bath tub. Most cats hated bathing after all.
They'd rather lick themselves clean.
It reminded Azazel of a time when he covered a woman in whipped cream and licked her clean.
A perverted expression crossed his face, making Harry smack him in the back of the head.
"Don't show that disgusting face in front of my daughter."
Azazel looked at the girl in Harry's arms, who stared back at him in adorable curiosity, cuteness level maximized by the wide eyes and pouty lips.
"Hey! My face isn't disgusting! You see this?" Azazel pointed at his face and gave a dashing smile. "This is the face that has charmed millions of women around the world! My roguish looks is a grand sight that should be one of the seven wonders of the world! I know you're jealous of my handsome visage but there's no need to be spiteful about it."
"Oh, my. Did that cockroach just talk?" Yasaka looked Azazel up and down, her face set in a regal frown. "You must be more careful in your science experiments, husband. It appears a cockroach got inside the nuclear reactor and caused it to evolve, gaining the ability to speak in the process. Hmmm…." Yasaka looked up at Azazel's head. "It got bigger too. I will not have this type of vermin infesting my household. Scum that only exist to steal food off our tables must be exterminated at all costs. Is that clear?"
Azazel winced at the degrading commentary. The way she looked at him, it was as if he was lower than the dirt under her feet.
It was humiliating... and strangely arousing?
Huh, maybe Baraqiel was onto something when he took in that sadist of a shrine maiden as his wife.
"Kill Uncle Zel?" Kunou tilted her head and asked with huge eyes. "But he hasn't told me all about intercourse yet."
A cold silence followed that statement before Harry turned robotically towards Azazel.
Azazel saw his life flash before his eyes.
"Oi. Were you trying to corrupt my daughter again?"
"No. NO!" Azazel brought his hands up defensively, backpedaling away from the irate father. "I swear to God, I don't know where she heard that term from!"
"Swearing to a dead deity means nothing!"
Tch. He shouldn't have told Harry about that, him and his big mouth.
Azazel caught Kunou's eye and his jaw dropped when the little brat gave him an evil smirk.
Azazel froze in shock.
The brat had set him up!
Azazel, fallen angel of lust and leader of Grigori, had just been pranked by a little girl.
Any further thoughts were cut off as Harry proceeded to reeducate Azazel on proper behavior around children.
Oh how the mighty have fallen.
4.
Yasaka excused herself as Harry, Kunou, and Azazel filed in to the dining area, the latter's face black and blue with bruises. Yasaka wasn't worried about the fallen angel in the slightest. He was one of the most powerful creatures around, barring the upper tiers of other god-like existences that can squash him like a bug. In this situation, the only thing that was wounded was his pride.
Yasaka carried the cat Harry had picked up off the streets towards the bathroom. With a sigh of resignation, she dropped the cat onto the bathroom floor, where it proceeded to cower in a corner, clearly scared of the youkai leader.
Her husband comes across the most troublesome things.
"I think it is quite clear that I know just what you are. You can quit it with the charade already. Unless, you want to forfeit that chance to explain to me why I shouldn't eviscerate you where you stand. What is your purpose here? What are your intentions towards my family?"
Yasaka's tone reached absolute zero. A menacing aura had begun to envelope her, making her hair float as if in an unseen wind. Her tails flashed out in all their glory and a predatory quality had entered her once strict but motherly features.
Yasaka knew just about every youkai in Kyoto and there was definitely no nekomata among them. Nekomata were free-spirited beings and staying in Kyoto, no matter how protected they were had induced a restlessness that could not be sated. It was in their blood to wander, unable to stay in one place for too long. In Kyoto, they began to feel constrained, restricted. When they had asked Yasaka to let them go, she couldn't find it in herself to deny their wish, no matter how much she wanted to keep them close. To her, all youkai were her children and if the only way they could find happiness was to let them leave the den, then she would let them do so.
After wandering the earth for a while, they eventually came upon the Underworld and had settled there for a while in order to raise the new generation before setting off again.
It was then that tragedy struck.
The devils had begun hunting them down and adding them to their peerages. Those that refused were either forced or killed. When news of this had reached Yasaka, her blood boiled with rage. How dare those devils hunt down her kind as if they were no more than animals to be collected as trophies!
She had gathered her best infiltrators and assigned them to go into the Underworld to liberate all the nekomata that had been turned into devils. Even if they would not be able to get rid of the taint of devil in their blood and soul, at least they would be safe from the devils that sought to abuse them.
The rescue came too late.
One of the nekoshou that was bound to a devil master had turned mad when using senjutsu and slaughtered the entire devil household before fleeing into the night.
Senjutsu was very dangerous, even for those who had centuries of experience like Yasaka. Not only does it risk utter destruction of the body, but also of the mind. She had seen her fair share of youkai that attempted it, only for them to lose their sanity and cause mindless devastation on everyone and everything. It pained her to do so but she had to put them out of their misery before they hurt everyone else.
This event prompted another in a series of tragedies in the history of youkai. The devils did not understand the intricacies of senjutsu and feared that their servants would one day slaughter them as well. After all, an entire household of high class devil, as well as their whole peerages were killed in one night by a single person. If this was the power of this race, an unstoppable power that cannot be controlled, then who was to say it wouldn't happen again? Mindless fear settled in and a mass execution took place. By the time Yasaka's men reached the Underworld, there was no nekomata left alive to rescue.
Except the one in front of Yasaka of course.
But then again, it was also possible that there were some nekomata that had escaped the genocide so it was too soon to assume that the cat in front of her was actually the criminal that the Underworld was desperately searching for.
Either way, she needed to find out who this was and its intentions from now on and from her experience, the easiest way to get the answers she wants in an efficient manner was through intimidation. If they were looking for asylum, then of course, Yasaka would be happy to hide them from the underworld as that was her plan back then anyway.
Judging by how the cat almost wet itself, it was able to feel fear, something that those driven mad by senjutsu was severely lacking. What was in front of her was not a rabid animal that she would have to put down. In fact, if it was able to keep still for any period of time and not attack anybody, then it was most definitely sane.
Thus, it was reasonable that the person in front of her was not the infamous criminal Kuroka.
Or so she thought.
"Well?" Yasaka raised an eyebrow, making the black cat shiver in fear before morphing into her bipedal form and cowering in the corner.
"If you don't already know, I am Yasaka, leader of the Youkai of Kyoto. I make it my business to know every one of my followers and I haven't seen a nekomata in decades. Tell me, are you one of those that had escaped the genocide in the underworld?"
The nekoshou flinched at the mention of the extermination of her species but tried to answer the question anyway.
"W—well, you can say that, nya."
"And would I be correct to assume that you came across my husband to seek refuge among us here in Kyoto?"
"Eh? No! He kidnapped me, nya!"
Yasaka sighed in exasperation. Her husband really seemed to exist to give her headaches.
"Either way," Yasaka continued, "I'm sure you would not want to return to the Underworld where you will be hunted down and executed, correct?"
"Nya, of course not."
"I see." Yasaka went on, staring the nekoshou straight in the eye and Kuroka could see only sincerity in her golden gaze. "I know that your kind likes to wander and get into all sorts of trouble so I know I cannot bind you here forever. However, if you wish to stay here, I would gladly welcome you. I consider all youkai as family, no matter how hard-headed, and headache inducing they may be. And I would never turn my back on family."
Kuroka felt a surge of emotion rise up in her chest. Unbidden, tears came to her eyes as if she felt a huge weight lift from her shoulders. For once in her life, she was unconditionally accepted. The only people that showed such care towards her were her mother and sister, one of whom was dead while the other became a piece in a devil's peerage. She still dearly missed her sister but she knew that as she was now, she stood no chance of being reunited with her. With this opportunity, she could prepare herself and get stronger, strong enough to protect the only living family she had left.
Yasaka put an arm around the teary nekoshou and gently guided her to her chest. Kuroka's back shuddered and she began to sob softly into the matriarch's chest. Yasaka patted her back and whispered reassurances in her ear.
"If you were to stay here, then I expect you to follow the rules like everyone else." Yasaka began when Kuroka's sobs subsided. The young woman nodded, the action smearing her tears and snot even further on Yasaka's breasts. Fortunately, the blonde did not seem bothered at all.
"And before I forget, what's your name, dear?"
"Kuro-nya."
"It was very nice to meet you, Kuro-chan." Yasaka continued before her tone reached more serious levels. "There is one other thing that I have to talk to you about."
"Nya?"
"As you have seen, I have a daughter, whom I love very much. And as much as I would like to, I cannot be with her at all times. Therefore, there are times when she is able to get into all sorts of trouble. Now normally, this wouldn't be a problem since I have others watching her at all times to make sure she was never in any danger. However, I know that all defenses are not infallible no matter how much we would like them to be. Even my husband, as good as he is, cannot account for every situation. And as such, I would like it very much to have someone to keep her from getting into dangerous situations in the first place."
"You want me to guard your daughter, nya?" Kuroka asked. That doesn't sound too hard.
"You could call it that yes. When all else fails, I want you to be able to save yourself and my daughter through any means necessary. Though I will never ask you to give up your own life to do so, not when there are so many options available. In cases of emergency, I'm sure my husband could come up with something that will let you both escape with your lives. However, I expect you to not get in such situations to begin with. Keep my daughter away from trouble, okay, Kuro-chan?"
Kuroka nodded in understanding. Of course there would be a price to pay for letting her stay here. The matriarch might consider her family but she also apparently does not tolerate freeloaders.
"However for this to work, no one must know about your true identity. Therefore, for the duration of your stay here, it is imperative that you remain as a cat."
Kuroka froze.
"Nya?"
5.
The family of three plus one plus a cat sat around the dining table and ate dinner. It was quite a peaceful scene. Harry and Yasaka chatted amiably and Kunou had Kuroka on her lap, feeding the cat bits and pieces of her own food.
Azazel's eye twitched.
"What the hell is this?!"
Yasaka raised an eyebrow.
"Whatever do you mean?" She asked.
"THIS!" Azazel roared, pointing at his bowl.
All over the table were delicious food fit for a banquet.
However, none of these were one Azazel's bowl. Yasaka had served her family the food like she always does. When she gave Azazel his portion however, it was a little bit different from everyone else's.
Sitting in Azazel's bowl was a pile of dog food.
"What is with this treatment?!" Azazel ranted. "Even the cat is getting real food!" He pointed at where Kunou was feeding Kuroka bits of her steak. The cat purred in pleasure. Azazel could have sworn it was smirking at him.
"What is wrong with it? I have already performed the minimal amount of hospitality needed for guests, even though the guest is nothing but a stray mutt that my husband picked up in pity. Is the grub not to your liking? I merely picked an appropriate meal for one of your status." Yasaka tilted her head, as though confused on why Azazel was upset. It was a look far too innocent to be real and it didn't fool the fallen angel in the slightest.
Any retort Azazel would have made was stopped when he felt something wet tickling his cheek. Turning to his left, he saw a piece of steak being shoved in his face by Kunou.
"Uncle Zel can have my steak." Azazel almost wept with joy. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought the young kitsune was genuine in her kindness. However, he knew better. The gesture of pity was merely a trap. He knew that if took the food now, his pride would never be able to recover.
But damn did that steak look delicious.
With a groan of frustration, Azazel lurched forward in an attempt to grab the morsel from the little girl's chopsticks.
Only to be met with empty air.
Kunou had pulled back her chopsticks at the last second. She was looking at Azazel with a stern expression, as though reprimanding a child.
It would have looked positively adorable if not for the context of the situation.
"Noooo. You have to say 'ah'!" Kunou reprimanded the fallen governor.
The dumbstruck look on Azazel's face was priceless.
Click. Flash.
It was with dawning horror that Azazel realized Harry had taken a picture of his face. The wizard gave him a thumb's up before saying, "This one's going in the family album."
A tug on his sleeve alerted Azazel to a pouting Kunou who once again told him to open his mouth so she could feed him. With a sigh, Azazel acquiesced, feeling bits of his pride shaving away at a phenomenal rate.
Kunou then made a noise mimicking an airplane as her chopsticks made arcs in the air before finally delivering the piece of steak into Azazel's waiting mouth.
An explosion of heavenly flavor almost caused the fallen angel to cry tears of joy. That was some damn fine steak!
He could hear Harry and Yasaka snickering in the sidelines but was too busy savoring the food in his mouth to pay them any attention.
"I'm so proud of our daughter." Yasaka had a hand on her eyes, wiping imaginary tears.
"She has him wrapped around her little finger and he doesn't even…" Harry said, breaking out into chuckles. It turned into full-blown laughter when Azazel bowed down in front of Kunou and exclaimed, "Another please!"
6.
Eventually, Harry took pity on Azazel and allowed him to partake in the glorious cooking of his beloved wife. Kunou pouted at him for that however, mourning the abrupt end to her game.
"Husband, a letter arrived today." Yasaka said as she delicately wiped her mouth. She reached into her kimono and pulled out a letter."It came from the Gremory and Sitri."
Harry paused eating and took the letter from his wife.
He met Azazel's eye and quirked an eyebrow. The fallen angel just shrugged and went back to stuffing his face. Harry sighed and opened the letter with a frown.
It was filled with flowery words and long winded sentences, typical of most devils. However, the gist of it was that the Gremory and the Sitri would like to set up a meeting with him to negotiate sending their heiress to the school in his territory.
"I thought you said they were going to establish a territory in Kuoh?" Harry asked Azazel.
Azazel scratched his beard. "Kokabiel told me he heard some devils talking about it when he came back from the Underworld. Thinking about it, he could have been wrong. You know how rumors are. They always get blown out of proportion and can travel at the speed of sound."
Harry had to concede the point. Rumors were something he was very familiar with. His formative years at Hogwarts had seen to that.
"Well, at least they're polite enough to knock instead of just barging in." Harry said contemplatively.
"It doesn't matter." Yasaka stated firmly, her tone layered in frost. "I will not have devils around my family for them to poach."
Harry nodded. He knew his wife's distaste for devils very well. Genocide was something that one just neither forgives nor forgets. The fact that the devils did not even think that what they did was wrong was plain out unacceptable. Up to this day, the perpetrators had not been brought to justice, something that Yasaka still raged about occasionally. He knew that if she wanted to, she could just have him kill every single one of them himself. It would take no more effort than lifting a finger. However, Yasaka knew him well enough to not ask.
Besides, killing them now in vengeance would not bring back the dead. It would only breed a cycle of hatred that will soon lead to war. And war is something that she wanted to keep Harry from at all costs.
And so she held herself back, shouldering the pain of her loss. It was one of her greatest failures as a leader and something she vowed she'd never let happen again.
"I'll tell them tomorrow." Harry reassured his wife. Yasaka nodded and absently wiped the ketchup from Kunou's chin. Kuroka was sprawled on Kunou's lap, looking for all the world like a normal, lazy cat. However, her mind was anything but. The conversation was an important one, and something worth paying attention to. Her ears were perked, ready to catch all the subtleties and implied messages in the ongoing talk.
Azazel, raised an eyebrow at Harry's quick rejection. "Maa, why don't you hear what they have to say first? I'm sure you can reach a compromise."
"There is no compromising with devils." Yasaka answered with conviction. "They are creatures of desire. Their word will not hold in the face of opportunity. Flimsy promises mean nothing when a prize is dangled in front of their faces."
Azazel sighed. "Not all devils are as evil as you'd like to believe and I'm sure you know that. If you don't give them a chance, how will there ever be peace between your races?"
"As far as I'm concerned, they've had their chance. I'd rather die than let that tragedy happen again."
Azazel winced. The conversation had turned sour instantly. Harry decided that this was not a conversation Kunou should hear and gathered his daughter and her pet to get them ready for bed, leaving Azazel and Yasaka alone at the dining table.
"The peerage system is the most despicable institution the devils have implemented." Yasaka continued in disgust. "It is slavery in all but name."
Azazel had to concede the point.
"I know that your goal is to bring the three biblical factions in a united front." Yasaka leveled a glare at the fallen governor. "But you'd be wise to keep your little campaign out of our home."
"I did not come here to recruit." Azazel waved his hands in protest. "I'd never involve my friends in my problems."
"And that's exactly the point!" Yasaka snapped. Azazel's statement had hit a chord. Harry's past never failed to bring out her anger. With a deep breath, she tried to calm herself. "Harry is barely a quarter of a century old and he's already been in three wars. Every time there his friends are involved in a conflict, he would be right in the thick of it, to end it as quickly as possible. He thinks it is his duty. He would even become a martyr if it means keeping his friends safe. He thinks he's a savior. I don't know who it was that told him that but if I ever get my claws on him, I'd tear him to shreds. No one deserves the burden of being a savior. You remember that last savior this world had? He was nailed to a cross by the very people he wanted to save!"
Azazel gaped in shock at the upset woman. In all the time he had talked to Yasaka, she had never been this emotional and angry before. She always had a calm and composed demeanor, fitting of a ruler. The woman in front of him at the moment is not the leader of the youkai of Kyoto. She was merely a wife worried about her husband.
With a sigh, the woman seemed to deflate before staring at Azazel in resignation. "As you have said, you're a friend and I'd hate to see that relationship disappear. My husband and daughter are both very fond of you for some reason. Either way, if your plans threaten the peace of my home, not even the dragon gods can save you from my wrath."
The warning was clear in Yasaka's tone. Azazel could only nod in acceptance. It was a shame really. He had really wanted the peace he envisioned to involve the youkai as well. Granted, he did not befriend Harry for that reason alone. It was a secondary objective. However, he knew now that some wounds are still too fresh for coexistence to be possible.
Azazel could only hope that Yasaka will learn to forgive in the future, no matter how long it takes.
Though knowing how long a kitsune of her caliber can live and their even longer memory, that was wishful thinking.
Oh well, at least she hadn't banned her from seeing her family, people whom he had learned to care for.
7.
Yasaka sighed as Harry spooned against her in bed, face buried in her shoulder. Kunou was asleep in her room and for the first time in a long while, they had the bed to themselves. Harry laid kisses along her neck, making her sigh in pleasure.
"Are you okay? You were pretty worked up back there." Harry asked in concern.
"I'm fine," she reassured him, "He brought up old memories, that's all."
Harry hummed in response, content to savor his wife's presence. He blinked as she turned towards him, a lustful smile on her lips.
"You know what would make me feel better though?" she asked sultrily, licking her lips. "Number 34."
Harry's eyes widened and proceeded to undress his wife before he noticed the black cat on their windowsill.
Yasaka followed his gaze and frowned.
"Please, do continue, husband."
"Are you sure?"
She brought her lips to his ears, her hot breath and words driving him to lose all self-restraint.
"Being watched like this turns me on like no other."
After all, it was a parent's duty to traumatize their child. And Yasaka knew just the right way to do so.
"Now come, husband. Number thirty four."
Without further ado, Harry began to hack the universe.
Entry found.
Yasaka
Race: Youkai
Species: Kitsune
Changes applied. Sensitivity increased by 100%
There are spells that have similar effects but Harry was not above using his god-like ability for his wife's pleasure. He smiled as the change instantly took hold. The lightest touch almost had his wife on the brink of orgasm.
But Harry was not quite finished yet.
Entry found.
Harry Potter
Species: Human
Changes applied. Species changed to 'undefined 34'.
8.
Kuroka had finally managed to escape Kunou's grasp when the child fell asleep. The little girl had a good grip for one so small. Kuroka wandered the halls of the house until she came across the master bedroom. A bout of curiosity made her peek inside.
And immediately wished she hadn't.
She tried to tear her eyes away from the horror before her but found herself unable to. It was almost like watching a train wreck. There was a morbid fascination at what she knew would haunt her for the rest of her days.
And so it was with wide open eyes that the memory of the beautiful, busty kitsune getting raped by a tentacle monster was seared into her brain.
Needless to say, curiosity scarred the cat.
End
A/N:
What exactly is Harry's power? Well, the title Magic God refers to someone who can pretty much do anything without exception. This includes creating, deleting, editing anyone and anything. This includes people, things, dimensions, the world, the universe, concepts, ideas and everything in between. The only limit is the user's imagination, which is a big hurdle. Humans in general are pretty stupid.
I've been getting death threats for not updating sooner. I'd like to tell everyone that for me, writing is a hobby. If there are pressing matters, such as two term papers on a deadline, I wouldn't be able to write.
English is also my second language. Thus, my first draft is usually pure and utter crap. Before I post, I revise my work many, many times. Could I have written a scene better? Is my grammar correct? Is this scene really necessary? Does this sentence say what I really want to say?
This is the seventh draft of this chapter. The previous six were absolute crap. Hopefully, this one shows some improvement.
Another thing I spend a lot of time thinking about is if the character's actions, decisions, and interactions make sense. I've seen many works where characters do something completely OOC at a crucial moment that does not fit with how the author had established their character. Hell, I've seen OCs act very OOC at certain moments to fit the plot, and that's saying something. Suddenly changing a character's personality out of the blue without buildup is not character development.
I know that people will poke holes in my reasoning all the time. That's fine. I'm not perfect. I cannot think of every possibility. There are also going to be times that no matter how much I rewrite my work, they will not meet expectations and I'm sorry for that. I'm not a professional writer. All the same, I'd rather take time to revise and review my work until I'm satisfied rather than cranking out subpar chapters.
I'm sorry if this upsets anybody.