More impulsive choices this chapter woo!
I'll get around to Borderlands Elite and Cursed one when I feel like it. That's all I can give you. Borderlands Elite was the ultimate whim story, I just wrote a few chapters for shits and giggles. It'll be updated when it is. That's all I can tell you. As for Cursed one, pretty much the same, when I get to it.
Yinko: I know right? God I come up with good ideas on the fly. #Humblebrag ;)
LordGhostStriker: Yup. Pretty much.
Start!
The Hunter stood before the glowing loot within the sewers of Yharnam, the Hunter grew a smile upon his masked face at the sight of the familiar yellow orb that promised happiness. Though when the Hunter retrieved the loot, it was not something that allowed his smile to continue, no.
It was a bloodied ribbon, original white, now smeared with innocent blood. The Hunter gasped under his mask, his gloved hand shaking slightly as he held the bloodied ribbon. The girl. Gascoigne's daughter, Viola's daughter. He could not have ruined her innocent heart with that red brooch, instead he directed her towards the Oedon Chappel. The kindly blind man would surely keep her safe, the incense would ward off beasts, The Hunter would check in on her regularly in between his trips about this damned city.
But no.
She had gone through the sewers, or was dragged down here, and her frail little corpse was smeared with her own blood and entrails, her bright blue eyes blank and lifeless. The Hunter fell to his knees in horror, that this evil world was so cruel as to kill a child. This horror turned to guilt, guilt that he did not escort her, that he did not care for the child that claimed to love him as dearly as her parents and grandfather, he should have helped her more.
Menma's eyes widened as he stared at the screen before him, his Hunter still as he stared at the item he acquired. "This game...Is fucking dark." He shook his head at this, a sad sigh leaving his lips as he sunk deeper into his chair.
"Ma-chan! Let's go play!" Came the boisterous voice of his new 'Master'. His new King, Serafall Leviathan.
"I am playing and it's very fucking emotional! Go away!" He shouted at his door. The damned girl followed him home so she could drop in and out as she pleased. Sona...He didn't know how she felt about the apparent whims of her sister, the heiress seemed a little indifferent but when Serafall got all cuddly he could spot the annoyance on her face from space.
That was another thing, he didn't know how to approach Serfall. In a way he kind of owed her, she got his ass away from the Red-cunt patrol and essentially left him to his own devices so he could keep living as he usually did. Though the consistent drop ins ever few days were somewhat welcomed? He didn't know what he felt about this woman really. It wasn't negative, by any stretch but then again he wasn't exactly a positive person either.
"!" She gasped, throwing the door open, before jumping on him, curling up in his lap and hugging his head into her bosom, "If you're sad, Levi-tan will make you happy my cute little Rook! Don't worry!" She proclaimed oh so loudly, poor Miyo ran out of the room in shock. Before almost immediately running back in like a spaz.
"Your tits aren't what I need at the moment." Replied Menma staring at her with narrowed eyes, she merely giggled at him before turning around in his lap and demanding to know what he was playing.
"Ugh...For someone so powerful I don't know why you're wasting your time here..." He commented idly, making himself more comfortable. Picking her up around the waist and crossing his legs before setting her back down.
"Oh you." She leaned into his chest and pat his cheek, the grimace on his face was ignored. "Levi-tan said we would be best friends, you can't escape her magical love!" She promised with very strange conviction, "Now what is this!" That odd crawling sensation in his stomach would no cease and he was getting a little fed up with it.
Fucking Devils.
"...It's called Bloodbourne. I just found a little girls ribbon, I told her to go somewhere safe and she must've gone through the sewers or something and got fucked up by the various monsters down here. So now I'm a sad panda." He explained after sighing, Serafall gave a lengthy 'Oh' in response.
"Because a little girl died?" She asked curiously.
"Well yeah, I killed her dad in a boss fight, found out her mother was killed by her dad when he was fuckin' beast-mode, so she was all alone, then to drive the fuckin' stake into my heart the developers made one of her lines 'I love you as much as mum and dad! And Gradpa. Shit is sad." He informed further.
"What about all this stuff!" She immediately turned her attention from the TV to his monitor, shifting in his lap and grinding where she really shouldn't be, "Damn it woman! You know you're doing this now you're doing this! Don't playing games with me!" He mentally raged.
"It's an anime called Parasyte, it's pretty friggen good so far." Informed the male with a small frown. Serafall was about to press play but he smacked her hand away, getting a pout from her, "Bad. I'll watch at my own pace." She whined at him but he ignored her.
"Menma-san~! I'm home!" Came Asia's voice, Menma merely tapped at the wall with his foot to let her know he was here as well. He could hear her footsteps on the way down the hall. Serafall merely grinned up at him and seemed to shifted and twist enough to make his body heat up instinctively.
"Oi..." He growled lengthily.
"Menma-san...Eh? When did you get a girlfriend, Menma-san?" Came the meek question from Asia, Menma's face twitched at this, Serafall was eating it up.
"Oh! Ma-chan hasn't told you about us!? Bad Ma-chan. How am I supposed to be friends with your friends if you don't tell them about our love!" She clutched at her heart and stared up at him with big puppy dog eyes, Menma grunted in annoyance.
"She's not my-"
"EH! Menma-san! You can't keep something so big a secret!" Whined Asia, Menma's grimace grew into a frown but she continued. "What's your name? How long have you two been together? Where did you get your outfit it's beautiful!" Gushed the blonde, Serafall just ate up the attention with gluttonous vigor.
"Oi!" Exclaimed the Rook Devil with a boom, Asia stopped her girlish squeals at the 'happy couple'. "This isn't my girlfriend, her name is Sera. She's my King, I'm her Rook. She has no idea what boundaries are." He said, only to cringe when the woman grinded into his crotch once more, "What the hell! If you want to have sex say it! Stop rubbing on my dick so much!" Asia's face went bright red and she quickly closed the door and left.
"Ooh! Ma-chan! So frisky. Hmm...OK! Let's do it!" Throwing her hat off and immediately snatching the controller from his hands and tossing it onto the desk despite his bark of annoyance the girl jumped off him and pulled him by the shirt over to the bed.
With a mere flick of her wrist she tore his short off, ruining it. He was going to gripe about it but didn't bother in the sight of her suddenly naked body. She was essentially perfect, her hip and waist size complimented one another, her nipples were a deliciously pink colour, that and she was spotless in the body hair department.
"Muu~ Ma-chan. If you keep eating me up with your eyes, what will be left for this..." She grabbed his junk over his pants, never one to back down he immediately shed them and reveled in the cool feeling of her fingers dancing across his weapon was exciting to say the least.
So he did as any hot blooded being would, and threw her onto the bed, before lifting her waist and going to fuckin' down on her nethers. The Mao squealed in delight as his well trained tongue prodded ever contour of her sacred place.
With that toe curling goodness came the arching of her back, thrusting her crotch further into his face, "Oh my sweet merciful Hellspawn! It takes like a snowcone! Holy shit this is delicious! I like to think I can eat pussy pretty well but talk about a fuckin' incentive!" Were the inner thoughts of the teen as his eyes opened just wide enough to see the pure bliss on her face.
"Oh~! Ma-chan that's so good~! You're so enthusiastic, I love it!" She called out wantonly.
There were a few tricks he picked up over the years, ever so gently he put her clitoris between he teeth, she twitched, as he then shoved two fingers deep into her, and as they hit her right in the G-spot she came feverishly, thankfully though she was not a squirter.
That is piss, for those who don't know.
No instead was just good ol' lady lubricant that meant she was ready for the D. Reaching into his bedside table and fishing out his box of condoms the breathy question came, "Why are you doing that Ma-chan..?"
He paused for a moment, blood flowing like a raging river of lava through his veins, "Because I don't particularly want kids at the moment...?" The statement did end up coming out sounding like a question really, mostly because of the confusion at her confusion.
"But we could make such cute babies..." She pouted, red faced and sweaty didn't seem to mean anything, she would pout when she pleased.
"...Another time?"
"Oh fine, you twisted my arm, now hurry up and fuck me 'till I can't walk." She ordered with a giggle. Menma paused for a moment.
"My Darkness...She's perfect!" Slipping on his helmet he once more grabbed her waist and lined up, with the traditional teasing first penetration fuck-up, he lined up once more and swiftly impaled her with his man-mast.
That 'O' face women made always did tickle his ego in just the right way.
The frosty feeling her insides had did persist, it was fucking magical how it felt. The heat coming from him and the slight chill coming from her, ugh the self-control was real let's put it that way.
Later: Afternoon
Menma left him room in his underwear, the messed up form of his King panting and passed out on his bed, her hair was a mess as was most of her actually, apparently she had a thing for cumshots. He was more than happy to comply to such a request as he was a gentleman.
He glazed the bitch.
Walking into the kitchen he grabbed the tropical juice and poured himself a glass, the redfaced Asia stepping out of the shower and walking into the kitchen with only a towel on. "Sup." Greeted the Uzumaki, making her jump, he pulled out another glass. "Juice?" He offered with a grin, only to have the nun run out of the room and into hers in a heartbeat.
"HAHAHA! Oh yes. I could get used to that." Several hours of sex that could possibly kill your average human really could put a smile on anyone's face. Downing his glass the Uzumaki took a moment to stand in silence, though like every other time.
There was a FUCKING KNOCK!
Though he was in too good a mood to have this snap him, walking to the door and opening it he was greeted with the sight of Issei and Koneko. "Odd pair to see at my door. What do you want, sprogs?" He asked crossing his arms, ignoring the blush they both rapidly got.
"Uh-uh-uh, we came to see Asia. She was supposed to go out for lunch with us."
"You're hanging out with her a lot recently Issei. I don't really care but I will say this." He grabbed the boys face and rose his other hand up, lightning danced over his knuckles as the fist lit up in glorious azure flames, "I'll destroy you in ways you can't imagine if you try to talk her into turning. I'll rip out your insides and make you eat them. I'll..." Menma paused for a moment, before he narrowed his gaze a little at the boy. "You're stronger? What happened to you, Issei?" Asked Menma, letting go of his face.
The boy smiled brightly, his face still pale as a sheet though, "I finally got my Sacred Gear working better." Menma nodded with a small smile.
"Ah, well done. I know a good way to train more efficiently if you have some spare time tomorrow. Nothing major just a quick little scan of how you are now and then a regime for you to use in your own time."' Said Menma, Issei glittered at the offer.
"I don't even have to put effort into my lies..." He sighed internally. Almost face-palming at the blatant way the boy put his trust in him.
"I'll be seeing you again real soon, Issei." He promised, walking back down the hall to his room, "You have guests my dear, Asia." He called out, "I have sexy business to return to." Before he promptly turned on his heel a bit and looked at the pair over his shoulder.
"And Koneko. If you ever want to call out to the heavens in rapturous ecstasy, feel free to come one over." He winked, the girl was already red in the face but the vivid imagery was enough to make her get a little light headed. "My work here is done." He nodded with a righteous smile upon his face.
Later: Nighttime.
Finally the solace of quiet was his. He signed contently nothing to bother him all was quiet, just him, Bloodbourne and some music coming off his computer, "Nights like these. Damn I missed them." Just the soothing sounds of Shinedown and the screams of virtual beasts as his company.
Asia was asleep, out like a light and quiet as a mouse.
"Come on Bloodstarved beast, you twisted piece or ass. Oh get parried fucker!" The sight of his Hunter driving his hand into the skull of the beast was something truly beautiful in his eyes. His phone started buzzing.
"Sadly I cannot answer at this moment, caller." He said absently, absorbed in the boss fight. Because he was about to finish it, and this fucker got really crazy at low hp, that one-hit combo was bullshit.
Sadly however minute his concentration lapsed for a second and the beast managed to get the grab on him, tearing apart his health bar leaving it at roughly 2 %, the slow poison already ticking away before he managed to get up, blasting through 3 health vials whilst mashing the shit out of the circle button he frowned. Two-handing his Kirkhammer he mashed the beast right in the face, staggering it, and charged up an R2, the satisfying explosion of blood signaling he'd won.
"Oh thank fuck. I was gonna kill someone if I had to put up with that again. The run back is far too trying on my patience." He said, placing the controller down and grabbing his phone, calling back the person who almost got him friggen killed.
"Hello?" He asked.
"Oh finally. What the hell took you so long?" Came the familiar voice.
"Grandpa? What the fuck are you calling me for?"
"I'm back in town and I figured I'd come to visit my grandson, forgive me for presuming you'd like to see me." He drawled sarcastically. Menma sighed and rubbed the ridge of his nose.
"Well I still live at the same place so make your way over."
"There's a bunch of strays out here. I don't know why but I figured I'd tell you. You might want to do some clean-up, they look pretty ravenous." Menma almost slammed his face into the desk in annoyance. "If it's any conciliation I think they're pretty powerful, be a good chance to have a proper fight with something."
"Yeah. Fine. Where are you?"
"On the north side of town. You can track them right? If not just follow my signal." The old man hung up and Menma sighed in once more. Fishing into his wardrobe for the most obscure looking piece of clothing he owned to this day, a black duster with a silver wolf's head sewn on the back.
"The amount of money I paid for this and I hardly ever get to wear it. Well time to go and murder in style." He slipped on his killin' shoes and his killin' gloves, along with his catalyst ring and teleported towards the northern end of the city.
North End
Menma appeared on top of a roof, creating a swarm of firefly sized orbs around the top of his head, forming an arch and jumping off, bat wings exploding from his waist, he was unsteady for a moment but managed to get the hang of it rather quickly. "Probably should have practiced more but this will do for the moment." He muttered, dropping down where he felt his grandfather's essence.
Landing in the street he look to his left and saw the old man.
He looked as young as ever, boasting the look of a man in his late twenties. Long black hair that hung slightly over one eye, a pair of black orbs stuck firming into his skull that looked at the world around him with apathy. The spike mane that fell down to his waist could be used as a friggen carpet. His fair skin and dark clothing made the poor bastard get so many 'goth' comments it wasn't funny anymore.
Ladies and gentlemen, Madara Uchiha.
Now you're asking, 'But Menma why does your grandpa have a different name to you?' He was adopted. Which was pretty funny actually, he was tossed out by his original parents as a baby, then adopted and then left behind by them, bunch'a cunts, eh?
The sheer coincidence that Madara and Menma were both of the arcane blood was something the old man counted as a blessing. His daughter was...Not normal by any stretch, but she never had any interest in learning from him.
"Sup old man." Greeted the younger to the elder.
"Sup little boy." He returned easily, nudging his head towards the left, "They're that way. C'mon." Madara rose a brow at the sight of the small orbs. "What's with the light show?"
"I can very well see in the fuckin' dark can I?" Replied the teen.
"That's why I told you to start with Blood Magic, but no~. Someone doesn't want to attract attention." Said the old man as the pair walked towards the apparent Stray hideout.
"I was 6 ya dickhead! Who offers murder magic to a 6 year old?!" He growled out, "And then you decided to lock it away in the back end ass of my lexicon!"
"Oh? You haven't figured out how to break that little lock yet? It's basic stuff." Replied Madara with a smirk of supreme smugness etched onto his face.
"Yeah well...I haven't actually looked at the Lexicon in a few months, brought it out last week but didn't get to use it."
"Come now little man, who would have thought you were so lazy that you don't even try to get into the best part of a book. Tsk tsk tsk, where did I go wrong with you?" He sighed dramatically and pat the younger males head, "Don't worry, Jii-sama is back to fix you Menma-chan." He said, putting on his best 'old man' voice.
"Don't do that. it's fucking creepy." Menma shivered only to look at the man and see he had a fake beard on, sweatdropping at the sight.
"Hohoho! Menma-chan, don't be so disrespectful to your elders, hohoho!" Menma grimaced at the man who was doing the closed eye smile and all, "It's a miracle anyone wanted to reproduce with you..." He rubbed his forehead in attempts to banish the old man like a delusion.
"Oh fuck off, you love me you little fag. 'Jii-sama can we go to the park!' or 'Jii-sama! Can you push me on the swings!' or-or 'Jii-sama can I sit on your shoulder's I can't see.' And I would always say yes because you were my little man." A fake sniffle later and the man looked at the younger with overly sad eyes, "You used to be so cute, I don't know what happened to my little boy." For the first time in years Menma felt his face flush at the memories, good as they were this was not the time nor place for such things.
"Oh shut up!" Snarled the boy, summoning his lexicon and smacking the man in the forehead with it. "You're such a dick."
"That makes you gay, you love a dick! HAHA!" Madara prodded his face with his finger, Menma snarled.
"I fucked the Leviathan today thank you very much good sir! If I end up fucking a dude, you'll be the first one I tell."
"Of course you would, your Jii-sama will never judge your life choices." Madara pat the teen on the shoulder, nodding seriously.
"I'm going to kill you one day."
Stray Hideout.
"Lasers!" Announced a voice, the various gathering of stray demons all turned their eyes to see various bright blue beams of light cutting through the wall slicing the everloving shit out of it, it crumbled down revealing two figures, one had a large mop of spikey hair whilst the other was sporting a long-coat.
"Alright you fucksticks. Got a story or should I just kill you all?" Asked Menma disinterestedly.
They all got battle ready, "Holy shit talk about the misfit gang." Said the older male, "A bunch of Yokai from the looks of it, what did you Master kick you out of his zoo or whatever?" Asked the old man, crossing his arms, reminiscent of a bygone era.
"M-Master? H-he left us..." Squeaked one of the shorter ones, Madara was tired of looking at the dark, with a click of his fingers small fireballs lit up the whole room/house.
"Orly?" Questioned Menma, looking them over.
"Oh that's rare. A Hebi-onna..." Said Madara, humming as he looked at them. "Haven't seen one of you in years." Said creature was a snake-woman, she had rich chocolate coloured skin, with bright yellow eyes and long purple hair that hung around her wide hips. She had scales around her hands, feet and neck, these scales were blacker than a moonless night. The long serpentine tail that waved slowly behind her had a blood red underside, she wore a simple t-shirt and jeans combo though it looks like the shirt was a little small, if you catch ma drift. "Someone's a little far from home, Red bellied black snake...Hmm." Commented the older man.
"Urge to kill...Conflicting with urge to cuddle..." Struggled out the Uzumaki, Madara gave a small confused hum before following his grandsons line of sight. "Oh a Kitsune." He commented dully.
She was either young, or a total loli. Neither things would stop his Grandson from loving the fuck out of her. She had short red hair the hung around the nape of her neck, sparkling blue eyes and lightly tanned skin. A single crimson tail swung behind her, as her ears twitched atop her head. It was the picture of evil cuteness, she wore a simple little red dress and ballet flats. Why was it evil? Because it was too cute.
There was a big creature, what looked like a mix between a human and a monkey actually scratch that, he looked like a Super Saiyan 4, a pretty human looking man with the muscles of a silverback gorilla and looked he could rip your arms off by looking about you wrong. He had short black hair and matching fur around his arms, though a hairless chest area, he only wore baggy dark blue pants.
Finally was a purely feral looking creature, it looked like a Cerberus, but smaller. With a scorpion tail and a wicked looking horn on each head. It towered over the rest of them and growled lowly at the pair of black haired men.
"Well...I gotta say this wasn't what I was expecting when you said there was a bunch of Stray's in the area..." Admitted Menma, looking to the older man who shrugged.
"A-Are you like Master?" Questioned the little fox girl.
"A Devil?" He asked with a tilt of the head, getting a quick nod in response, the snake woman was staring at him so intently it felt like she was standing right next to him. Someone had a pretty intense presence.
"Yeah! Master said if..." She narrowed her eyes and scrunched up her face.
"If we were lucky some foolish Devil would take our useless hides in." Said the monkey man with a growl, his tail twitching in annoyance as he did so.
"Well I'm not a High-Ranking Devil...So I don't have an Evil Piece set." Admitted Menma.
"Aren't you fucking the Leviathan?" Asked Madara.
"Yeah why?"
"Don't you also happen to be one of her pieces?" He asked once more.
"Yeah, I'm her Rook...How the fuck do you know that?" Queried the young man.
"Nevermind that. Just ask her to hook how you can start getting contracts, or you could do some crazy militaristic move and earn prestige that way, or you could wait until she has a rating game against someone, and then wreck shit to rank up. Who knows you might technically just be High-Rank through association." Said Madara.
"How the fuck do you know all these things." Asked the Uzumaki with narrowed eyes.
"You have no idea how old I am." Was the only answer he got in response.
"Whatever. Live on impulse. C'mon ya weirdo's there's a spare apartment next to mine. We'll knock down some walls or whatever." He said, baying they come with him, they didn't move however.
"Why should we bother going with someone who just broke down the wall to our hideout." Asked the serpent woman with a glare.
"Because the other Devils in this city will kill you at the drop of a hat. I've had a really good day however, and happen to be impulsive as fuck. So you have two options, die either by the random dickheads around or come with me now and not die." He offered with a shrug, already turning to leave.
"Huh...And here I thought there would be some murder tonight." Said Madara, sighing with mild sadness and disappointment. "It must have been my nostalgia generating Jii-sama-ness. Hah!" Puffing out his chest Madara too, left through the broken wall.
"Uh..." Said the small fox, looking at her feet nervously. "I don't know what to do..." She admitted.
"Well...We have to move anyway." Said the monkey-man, looking around the ruined house with a bored look. "If all else fails we can just kill him while he sleeps." He said with a shrug, walking out with his hands behind his head, the giant dog following.
"Here's to not being dead for a few more hours." Said the snake woman with a deadpan sigh. Picking up the fox girl and following after the other two.
End of Chapter.
Like I said. Whim. Impulse. Don't question my methods. Know only that they are mad.
Raxychaz!