Chapter two: Getting Acquainted and Somewhere Along the Line

Disclaimer: I do not own Monster Musume no Iri Nichijou

Three hours later...

Miia sat next to Kazuma, occasionally taking glances at him as he played through his game, the silence he gave off as he blew up a helicopter making Miia swish her tail back and forth in nervousness. Did he not like her? Did he hate monsters? Was he as nervous as she was? She had been nervous since she left Miss Smith and met the person willing to host her. He was an eccentric, odd young man; and was that an understatement. Her mouth felt dry, nervousness making her tail swish hard enough to nearly tip over the table. Kazuma paused his game and looked over at her, making her even more nervous as he gave her a look that made the question die down in her throat.

"Hey. Miia, you okay? You've been swishing your tail around for nearly an hour." Kazuma poked her with his prosthetic pointer finger, the cold metal snapping Miia from her mind and making her shiver. She looked at him, her slit, yellow snake eyes looking into his light brown. He gave her a playful smile, white teeth like the color of snow beaming. Miia felt her cheeks heat up when he reached over with his right arm and rubbed her head softly.

"Hey, you're awake!" Kazuma cheered. "As I was saying before I poked you, are you okay? You seem… distant. Not counting the three hour silence, of course."

Miia started to push the tips of her index fingers together nervously. "Mister Kazuma-"

"It's just Kazuma. No need for formalities." Kazuma corrected. "I'm not into being called mister or sir like my dad." He muttered under his breath: "I hated the bastard anyway; damned general."

"Kazuma," Miia corrected, the thumping of her tail became deafening as she asked him the question she really wanted to know. "Do you like monsters?"

Kazuma smiled as wide as possible and said with a laugh, "Like monsters?" Miia flinched, "I love monsters! They are literally the coolest thing in the world! They have television shows, literature, and comics dedicated to them! Half my library is monster books, so before we even knew about their existence, they were the coolest thing in literature!" Kazuma prattled on and on, not knowing that the Lamia tuned him out as she receded into her thoughts.

Miia couldn't help but smile. He actually didn't mind that she was a monster. She had been nervous about it before she left her mother and when Miss Smith pulled the car up to a warehouse. She had heard about people who were unwillingly asigned to house a monster in their homes and treating them terribly.

"What's your favorite food?" Miia asked, interrupting Kazuma's babble about everything that monsters were in. Kazuma looked at her and, glad she was opening up to him, said: "Udon. How about you?"

"Eggs!" Miia said, becoming more cheerful than Kazuma had ever seen her. He smiled and put his controller on his wooden table, turning to Miia and placing his mechanical leg over his knee. "So, let's get to know each other a little better Miia. You ask me any one important question and two miscellaneous questions that you want to know, I'll answer it and then I ask a question. How's that sound?" Miia nodded her agreement and put her finger to her cheek in thought. What questions did she want answered about him? She had so many but didn't know which to choose. Her eyes got drawn to his mechanical limbs again and it came to her but she knew it'd be rude to ask him.

"Ah, I see," Kazuma said, reaching for his prosthetic arm and removed it from the socket in the manner of normality one would normally not associate with him and handed Miia the prosthesis, a highly customized robotic arm with steels plates of metal welded to the frame, an iron exoskeleton with copper and colored wires in the middle. Miia held the arm and looked at it in fascination; to think that he had to use something so light and cold to replace his own arm. Miia shuddered at the thought of sich a thing happening to her. Kazuma smiled and poked the palm.

"It was originally an M.P.L. prosthetic limb before I 'tampered' with it," Kazuma said, gliding his right hand down the smooth metal. "Customized it myself, you know? I added twenty six more joints and increasing it's strength to lift two hundred pounds." Kazuma started to feel weird talking about his arm. "But I paid someone to do that for me, so don't go to thinking I'm some eccentric genius or something along the lines. I'm just an ordinary joe."

Miia couldn't help but giggle at the irony.

"But I suppose you wonder how it works." Kazuma went on, "Anyway, after my accident, I had to have surgery to remap the remaining nerves from my lost limbs allowing brain signals to be sent to the socket, which is designed to pick up brain signals to control the metallic arm just like a fleshy real one." Kazuma took a very deep breath and stopped talking. For a few seconds of course; he couldn't stand silence and usually ended up talking to him self.

Miia looked around while Kazuma talked to himself, taking in the interesting things he had around to keep herself busy; he was muttering to himself about double checking some list and decided to act serious for the questions.

Miia broke the silence after a few minutes. "Do you like movies, Kazuma?"

"Like movies?" Kazuma asked. "Yes, I like to think myself an entropreneur of cinematography. What do you want to know?"

"What is your favorite movie?" The Lamia asked.

"Forrest Gump. Greatest piece of cinema that can never be topped ever for all time."

"Favorite band. I like ANM48. They're really good!"

"Avenged Sevenfold. They're also good."

With Miia's questions about him used up for the day, Kazuma turned and said: "Now it's my turn!"

Kazuma smirked, making the Lamia next to him nervous about his question. A few seconds passed by before he handed her a controller. "Want to play? Whoever loses has to make dinner.", he asked. Miia took the controller and turned it on, a smile forming across her lips.

"You're going down!" Miia said with challenge, making Kazuma narrow his eyes in response.

"Oh, it is so on." He said, emphasizing each word and starting the game. Eh, they'll get to know each other some more later. Who knows? This could be the start of a great friendship…

Eight uneventful weeks later...

'MAN THE HELMS! DIVE! DIVE! DIVE!'

Kazuma woke up to the familiar Saxon alarm followed by the engines of the TARDIS, his light brown eyes glancing over at his alarm clock and shutting it off with a click of the button. He caught sight of red hair out of the corner of his eye and sat still. Well, that explained why he couldn't feel his body. Miia had, for the third time in a week, cuddled up with Kazuma in his bed, a contented smile across her sleeping face, her chin touching his shoulder. Somewhere along the line, from allowing her into his home, to feeding her, changing his home to suit her, telling her that monsters are awesome, and reading books and watching movies together, Miia somehow developed feelings for him. It was weird, given the fact they only knew each other for eight weeks.

Still, while Miia had feelings for him, Kazuma had the knowledge to know that humans and monsters aren't allowed to so he needed to focus on that more than anything else. Besides the fact that she called him Darling (she found the soap opera channel on the television), everything was fine. Even waking up with a numb lower body wasn't so bad; he finally had someone to talk to besides the pizza guy.

Kazuma shook her shoulder a bit, attempting to wake her up. "Miia. It's morning. Wake up."

Miia groaned as she partially woke up, frowning and keeping her eyes closed. "Uhhh, five more minutes. I mean, five more degrees." Kazuma sighed and threw his comforter off the bed, looking at his legs, completely constricted in Miia's tail. He struggled for a few seconds, but Miia's strength prevailed. Again.

"Miia, if you don't get up then I can't get up either." Miia reluctantly unraveled her tail enough so Kazuma could sit up and stretch. "Why are you in my bed anyway?"

Miia placed the bottom of her palm to her lower cheek, all of her fingers closed, her yellow reptilian eyes looking at him with care. "It was cold and I could warm myself up," Miia purred. "So I figured I'd use you for it, Darling. I'm a pokilotherm, after all."

After he wondered if he was just a heat pack, Kazuma crawled free from Miia's red tail and stepped over her body, attempting to get some alone time. "Well, in that case, I'll go warm up your bath." Kazuma said nervously, knowing that he was so close. All he wanted to do was play an hour of Metal Gear Solid V and a movie. Is that too much to ask for?!

The end of Miia's tail wrapped around his throat and pulled him back to the bed and into her cleavage, Miia crying out "No way!" as she did, his shout of protest silenced as his windpipe was squeezed partly shut. Miia clutched Kazuma tightly into her breasts, his face red as her cleavage started to slide from her yellow nightshirt. Miia leaned her cheek onto Kazuma's forehead and closed her eyes. Apparently it's the most costly thing he could've asked for…

"I want you to warm me up, Darling." She cooed, pulling Kazuma's face deeper into her chest. They sat there for a few minutes, Kazuma held in Miia's ever tightening embrace and his face glowing red as a neon sign. After Miia absorbed enough o his heat, she sighed and she pulled him closed, her face crimson red. "Ah, so warm," she moaned, "I can feel my heat rising…" Miia's breasts were out of the shirt now, her pink nipples exposed. Kazuma shifted, trying to keep himself from doing something stupid, but as he moved one of Miia's nipples poked Kazuma's eye.

'Ah, shit!' Kazuma cursed in his thoughts. 'My eye! I'm blind!'

Like any person who just got poked in the eye, Kazuma's response was to shout out and clutch what hurt. Still, going blind from tits wasn't a bad way to lose your sight.

But of course, with a snake girl using you as a heat pack and clutching you tightly, there was no such option so Kazuma just sat there for five minutes with an irritated watery eye until Miia's tail constricted his throat completely, cutting off his breathing. Kazuma tapped Miia. Miia groaned in her sleep and pulled Kazuma's face inbetween her breasts. "Oh darling, don't be so rough!", the Lamia moaned in her sleep, a blush on her face.

You have got to be kidding me...

"Oh, come on," Kazuma choked out, slapping the side of Miia's tail. "How are you asleep?!" Kazuma started to slowly turn purple. The lawyer reached for his throat, tugging at the strong reptilian appendage, digging his fingers into the small gap and tugging with everything we had. Which wasn't alot. Kazuma managed to slip his arm down the side of Miia's tail that was constricted around his throat and pulled it off, gasping for air as he was finally able to breathe.

"Holy crap!" Kazuma said, his voice hoarse. "People actually pay for this kind of thing while they're in the shower?" Kazuma paused. "Mother of God, I sound like Solid Snake..." There are times where cigars should be necessary. Now was this time. "Kept you waiting, huh?" Metal Gear aside, Kazuma knew that when Miia clutched to him that there was no escape unless she let's him free from her tail's steel grip. Getting comfortable, Kazuma placed his head on his pillow and closed his eyes so he could go back to sleep. It's going to be a long day...