Cover image was created using AI software Dream by Wombo.
I do not own the right to Sex Pistols/Love Pistols, those rights belong to Kotobuki Tarako. Honestly, this series has always been a guilty pleasure of mine. Mpreg in general is VERY hit and miss for me, and when it's done right I can enjoy the story but I've seen it be dohe wrong so many times. However, I've always found this series's take on mpreg to be interesting. In general though there are some characters in this series that I do not like (*cough*Makio*cough*) and couples in this series that I do not like (I almost quit the series after the Seth/Wakaba arc). But there are other characters that I love (Teruhiko, Vulnera, Shiro…) and couples that I absolutely love (Joshua/Teruhiko ❤️❤️❤️) and so I'm still fond of this series.
Norio and Kunimasa I have conflicting feelings about because they're the main couple but as the main couple I feel like they should be more. Writing this fanfic is cathartic for me because I want to like this couple so much. I hope they can get to a healthy place in canon.
Per the tags this series diverges from canon. I would say it follows the main storyline closely up until Kunimasa and Norio's breakup in volume 8.
Forward warning, this story is going to be nonlinear. There are also scenes of attempted noncon, violence, murder, angst, and mild sexual content. I hope you enjoy.
The Nine Lives of Tsuburaya Norio
2.3
When he opened his eyes, he saw a cat leaning over him. Nothing special; just a simple house cat. Or possibly a cub. The cat was small, ugly, and smelled bad. The cat's eyes and mouth were wide, and it sat frozen beside him in shock. It were as though the cat could not believe what it was seeing.
He sat up, and the cat let out a loud howl. It sounded annoying. He turned towards the cat, but the cat scrambled away from him and fell off the table. He realized then that he was lying on a table. He looked down at himself. He was wearing a bright white kimono with long sleeves. The sight of it heightened his annoyance. Why am I dressed like a yūrei? he wondered.
The annoying cat continued howling without pause. It had scrambled across the floor towards the door, and his lip rose into a snarl. Shut up.
The door slammed open so violently that it almost broke away. Dogs, snakes and cats flooded into the floor. They were also ugly, and they stank as well. When they saw him, they froze one by one, and they bumped into each other with force. Soon they were all gesturing to him, and howling and shrieking with their loud, annoying animals sounds. The shrieks rattled in his ears, causing his eardrums to vibrate from the noise. He clenched his jaw.
Shut up.
One of the dogs tore away and fled the room, barking and howling frantically. The wretched creatures were still shrieking. He hunched forward and pressed his hands over his ears.
SHUT. UP.
His arms were seized and he looked up as his rage rapidly rose. A new panthera-type cat was almost on top of him, howling and screaming in his face. It almost looked like the cat was crying. The noise and the smells…the naked animals that surrounded him…and in the back of his nostrils he could still smell the loathsome scent of blood and salt. The memories flooded his mind, and his vision went white.
I remember. THEY did it.
"SHUT UP!" he screamed.
A burst of power ruptured from his body, and his soul's appearance surrounded him like a menacing aura. He put force behind his scream and squared his shoulders, directing it at the mob of stupid animals before him. The panthera-type cat shrieked and was flung away from him, bouncing off another nearby table before crashing to the floor. The house cat/cub was slammed into the wall, and the dogs and snakes were flying into the door destroying it, flying into the hallway, or slamming into walls. Objects were knocked off the countertops nearby, and the overhead light above him cracked and shattered.
When he ceased his scream, there was finally silence. Good.
He hopped off the table and casually walked past the animals laying groaning on the floor. He glanced up and down the hallway, idly wondering where to go. He made a decision and went to the right.
His body was vibrating with power, and he was dangerously projecting, but he didn't care. With each step he took the rage inside of him did not subside. It only grew stronger and stronger, and soon his mind became fragmented by it. The only thing that made sense to him was the mantra he kept hearing in his mind. His own voice repeating over and over the same words.
They did this. The jaguar did this. They will pay. They will die. I want blood.
His eyes were wide but his expression was blank and his jaw was relaxed as he calmly walked down the corridors. He saw more stupid animals, but when he shrieked at them they flew away from him and bothered him no more. That was what he preferred.
They did this. The jaguar did this. They will pay. They will die. I want blood.
A large snake crossed his path. The snake's soul appearance was powerful, and it was hissing at him. This would be more difficult than the others, he knew. He stopped in his tracks and braced his shoulders. He was ready. Nothing would stop him.
They did this. The jaguar did this. They will pay. They will die. I want blood.
The snake darted down the hallway, slithering and firing a blast at him. He would knew it would paralyze him and caused his soul appearance to retreat. He screamed again then, putting more force into his howl than he had before. The technique the snake had launched dissipated, and his scream hit the snake. It sailed back down the hall, slamming into the wall and falling to the floor.
He walked over to the snake and stood over it. Its body didn't look broken, but it was slowly curling into itself no doubt from pain. It was no longer a threat to him. He turned away from the snake and continued down the hall.
They did this. The jaguar did this. They will pay. They will die. I want blood.
He made it outside. The anger inside of him was still swelling, and his steps became quicker and more forceful. The stone walkway beneath his bare feet began to break apart with each step.
THEY DID THIS. THE JAGUAR DID THIS. THEY WILL PAY. THEY WILL DIE. I WANT BLOOD.
The gardens were empty. The natural birds took flight as he approached. He was dangerous. He was eager to show justhow dangerous he was. The mantra started changing inside his head.
Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. I want blood.
A wolf's howl pierced the air. A sharp feeling pierced his body. He stopped in his tracks briefly. After a moment he continued walking.
I want blood. I want blood. I want blood. I WANT BLOOD. I WANT BLOOD.
Something grabbed his shoulder from behind, and the power he felt from the touch made him wheeze in shock. Wolf God.
He turned around, his body tensing and mouth opening as he beheld the sight of a white WOLF GOD IN FRONT OF HIM—
WOLF GOD WOLF GOD GET AWAY FROM ME WOLF GOD—
He was lucky; the wolf god wasn't expecting the attack. He screamed, and his throat strained. But the wolf god flew away from him and across the garden. He saw wounds open on the wolf god's body, spurting blood into the air before it hit the garden wall. The wolf god collided with the wall with a thunderous "BOOM" and it fell to the ground. The garden wall crumbled like sand and fell down upon the wolf god's body.
The wolf god was no more.
I want blood. I want blood. I want blood. I will have blood.
As he turned away, he saw a white crocodile frantically crawl across the ground towards where the wolf god was. He was not interested. He continued on his way towards the gates. The only thing that mattered was that he had vengeance. That he had blood.
I will have blood. I will have blood. I will have blood. I will kill the Jaguar.
The roar of the crocodile behind him made him stop once more, though mostly in annoyance. He turned around to face the crocodile, and he saw that the crocodile had pause mid-lunge. The crocodile's mouth was hanging open wide, and its silver eyes were similarly wide. It was an unusual face for a crocodile to make.
But the crocodile did not move further towards him, so he turned his back on the crocodile and continued walking. Killing the wolf god did cause the anger to ebb only slightly, but it surged again as he remembered what he wanted to do. No…what he needed to do.
I will have blood. I will have blood. I will have blood. I WILL KILL THE JAGUAR.
I don't know what soul appearance Manami and Hidekuni have, so it was deliberately vague here.
I'm going to try to update this story every Sunday. Hopefully I can stay to this schedule.