hey hey people, danzy here ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

Btw i've rewritten most of the past chapters, mostly enhancing the humor. it's subjective, ik, but i feel like it's pr funny, so go check em out

Meanwhile, enjoy Mr. Shadow's wild ride, shadowbros

〖 Chapter 9 〗

⦕ I Am… In Another World. Yet Again ⦖

Deep within the heart of Kuoh Town, ensconced in the Fallen Angel territory, Raynare had orchestrated a meeting with one of Kokabiel's prized Stray Exorcists. Her choice of meeting place had been carefully calculated – it was far removed from the Devil's dominion. Her choice of the meeting place was like an inside joke shared among ancient spiders – a location so obscure that even lost travelers armed with GPS would throw their devices in despair and utter surrender.

Their rendezvous point could have been lifted from the set of an apocalyptic thriller. Dilapidated factories stood as ancient titans, their walls swathed in cobwebs like macabre Halloween decorations. These industrial relics had once roared with activity but now sat in eerie silence, their lifeless machines rendered useless by the relentless march of time. Cracked concrete and overgrown weeds made the narrow alleyways a labyrinth, a forgotten obstacle course for the adventurous urban explorer. Discarded crates and debris played a game of blink-and-trip amidst the ruins.

The only illumination came from the pale moonlight, casting an eerie glow over the decaying structures and broken windows. Silence reigned this desolate place, punctuated only by the distant hum of the city, a stark contrast to the bustling life beyond this forsaken corner.

"Kishu—!"

But Raynare was not alone, as a sneeze-like huft came out from the feline on her chest, immediately followed with a groany meow of displeasure.

"Aren't you just the sweetest little thing?" she whispered, her eyes filled with adoration as she couldn't resist coddling the feline, cradling it in her arms as she cooed. "Don't worry. This shouldn't take long."

Kuroka, in her feline form, could only muster a bemused twitch of her whiskers and an annoyed "mrrrow" in response as Raynare smushed their cheeks. In Raynare's eyes, she was petsitting an unassuming fluffy companion, oblivious to the SS-Class criminal identity that kept insisting on tagging along her black fur.

Then, with a grace that belied the eerie surroundings, the jovial exorcist arrived on the scene. She traversed the abandoned complex with the finesse of a seasoned parkour enthusiast, her unzipped black jacket billowing like a makeshift cape. In defiance of traditional dull white exorcist attire, Lint Sellzen had chosen a more rebellious fashion statement. Besides, she didn't like wearing those robes. Too stuffy.

"Halloo~" she greeted Raynare with her subtle German accent. "Boy oh boy you're early. How's it hanging, Ms. Raynare."

Raynare gave her a nod. "Lint."

Lint Sellzen was a rare anomaly among exorcists, her cheerful and carefree demeanor standing in stark contrast to the usual gloomy and brooding or preachy demeanor of her kind. She had joined the ranks of Stray Exorcists who had fled Italy and found new employment under Kokabiel. A wild card much like Freed, but more easily manageable. And, assuming she was correct regarding her belief that Freed carried the blood of the fallen hero Siegfried, then Lint should also carry that heritage within her, making her a valuable asset for the Grigori Institute, once all of this was over.

To Lint, Raynare appeared to be Kokabiel's trusted right hand, a misconception carefully woven by Raynare herself.

"Oh!" Lint's curiosity bubbled as she bent down to scrutinize the black cat in Raynare's arms. She playfully poked the cat's nose and inquired, "Now who's this little guy?"

"This is Twilight." Raynare introduced her new "pet" with a warm smile, while "Twilight" shook her head away with a miauw of complaint.

"Twilight huh? That's a cool name," Lint giggled. Her gaze then shifted to Raynare, a knowing glint dancing in her eye, as if they shared a secret joke.

"Well? Any news?"

The meeting commenced as Lint efficiently relayed crucial information to Raynare. "The Big Boss is heading to Japan on Tuesday," she said. "He's bringing all the Excaliburs my brother helped nabbed. The Devils will be ashes before they know what hit 'em."

Raynare's violet eyes gleamed with interest. She might have been working for Penemue, but the chaos Kokabiel promised to sow among the Devils' ranks was an opportunity she couldn't resist. Besides, it was all part of Mistress Penemue's grand scheme – let Kokabiel run wild, unleash chaos upon the Devils, and then Penemue would orchestrate her extraction and deal with the aftermath. Raynare would be in Azazel's good graces for such an arrangement.

Speaking of Azazel, the notably eccentric technomancer with an obsession for a relic blessed by the Abrahamic God himself—Raynare inquired further with a preamble, "And how are you and your group holding out?"

"We're still holed up in that stink hole," Lint said, evidently not thrilled. "The food is about as appetizing as cardboard, we've got roaches as our unofficial roommates, and I've had to buy enough mosquito repellent to start my own store."

Raynare quirked an eyebrow. "No one ever said the abandoned church is off limits, you know. No one's forcing any of you to camp in that place."

"Yeah, well… tell that to my Captain," Lint grumbled, her Gallic shrug accentuating her exasperation. "Apparently, a glimpse of shattered religious stuff is enough to send them into full-on melodrama mode. It's just, and I quote, 'too much to bear'. Dramatists."

A soft, amused chuckle danced across Raynare's lips. "And that doesn't ruffle your feathers."

"Well I don't have any wings so… Nope~!" Lint replied nonchalantly, shrugging off the concern as easily as she did her own jacket. "We just took down three more Contractors tonight, by the by. Some of them are even guarded by some Devils—they got Thomas."

Raynare offered a half-hearted condolence, her indifference thinly veiled. "Sorry for the loss?"

"Well, shit happens…" Lint merely shrugged, as if the concept of loss was as fleeting as the wind. She didn't know the guy that much, and besides, those who swing the sword, die by it.

That said… "But you're always welcome to bandage my aching heart with a wad of cash~"

"And this is why you're my favorite," Raynare tittered. She retrieved an envelope from her purse, her current attire striking a balance between an ordinary yet stylish Japanese office lady—though she might have drawn some inspiration from Penemue's attire, but who's keeping count? "Consider this a little extra."

"Ah, sweet money!" Lint's anticipation was as palpable as the jingle of coins, but just as she thought her financial dreams were coming true, Raynare playfully retracted it. "Hey! What gives!"

"That associate of yours, Graham, was it? The one with the Sacred Gear?" Raynare inquired with a sly smile.

"Yeah, what about him?"

Raynare leaned in. "Tell him to meet me at the Church by tomorrow noon. I need his help with my research."

Lint's eyes gleamed with curiosity, but she agreed with a simple shrug, "Ah, sure sure. Now can I get my well-earned pay?"

She handed the eagerly awaited envelope to the exorcist, and Lint's eyes widened with greed as she eagerly accepted it, immediately cackling to herself like a mischievous gremlin as her fingers counting the stack of cash inside, before offering Raynare an appreciative smile.

"And this is why you're my favorite, Ray-Ray!"

"Mhmm, mhmm… sure sure. Now, off you go. Don't want anyone to see you or me."

"Uh-huh, sure thing. Bye kitty~!" With a cheerful skip in her step, Lint made her hasty exit from the derelict factory, eager to indulge in her newfound wealth.

Raynare watched the Stray Exorcist with an amused shake of her head.

Once Lint had vanished into the night, Raynare shifted her focus to more pressing matters. She needed to relay this newfound information to Penemue, her true master and mentor. She was merely a double agent working undercover. Her true allegiance lay with The Spider pulling the strings.

Unbeknownst to Raynare, Lint's true loyalty lay with herself. She was a master of playing both sides, ensuring that no matter the outcome, she would come out on top, prioritizing her own amusement above devotion or loyalty to any faction. Griselda, Kokabiel, Raynare—these were just her goldmines, and Raynare happened to be the one with the shiniest gems.

And unbeknownst to the two of them… the sleek black cat in Raynare's hands harbored her own agenda. She must inform Shadow as soon as possible. Her sister might be in danger.

Break

Imagine, just imagine, not being able to find a suitable spot for a secret underground base.

Couldn't be me.

This place has some serious issues when it comes to real estate for the shadowy and clandestine; me. Seriously, what's up with this town? Anywhere I looked, there's just no place that meets the bare minimum, and the options are just… blegh.

First up, the abandoned bakery. Picture this: me, the elusive Shadow, hanging out in the back room amid crusty baguettes and dough that had seen better days. I'd have to wage a full-on battle with an army of rats, and there was an inexplicable infestation of flour dust. Not exactly the underground lair of my dreams, let's be honest.

Then, there was the brilliant idea of an old treehouse in someone's backyard. You know, perfect for a kid's secret base, not so perfect for a mysterious, shadowy figure like yours truly. Plus, the neighbor's cat had decided to claim it as their own personal hangout spot. It wasn't Kuroka. I know, I checked.

I even went down into the town's sewers—actual sewer—thinking maybe I could pull off a ninja turtle vibe. But let me tell you, the stench down there could knock the evil out of anyone.

I've even considered a hidden room in the local library. The idea of a secret base amidst dusty old books had a certain appeal. But then I realized I'd have to contend with nosy librarians and overly enthusiastic book club meetings. Not exactly the solitude I was aiming for.

That old warehouse when I fought Kuroka has potential, nothing a little bit of fixer upper can't do, but it's too obvious and not to mention, it isn't underground. What sort of secret hideout is up on the surface?

There's no other place. I'm gonna give the catacombs another shot next week, hoping those Exorcists finally pack up and leave. If not, I might have to put my secret underground base dreams on hold, much to my dismay. Shadow out... but this won't be the last time you'll see me!

(He's always wanted to say that line, knowing he couldn't do that even as Shadow since that was a typical villain line.)

Back in my apartment, I make a less-than-triumphant return through the ever-convenient Shadow Dimension. The failed real estate expedition for my secret underground base has taken a toll on my spirits. My mood is substantially soured despite the earlier highlight of my little tête-à-tête with The Spider. It's like going from a symphony to a kazoo solo. An elegant waltz to interpretative tap dancing. Quite the bummer, so to speak.

As I open and slip in through my window, silently shutting it behind me, then exiting the Shadow Dimension, I'm immediately welcomed by the hominess of my room despite it being so plain. It's a stark contrast to the glaring disappointment of the outside world. I'm starting to think I should just stick to haunting mysterious balconies.

Just as I am taking in my bedroom's homey and gloomy ambiance, my gaze lands on an unexpected sight. Kuroka, the Black Cat, has once again decided that my bed is the coziest spot in the entire universe. There she is, bundled over my sheets, looking as smug and self-assured as ever in her cat-loaf mode.

Doesn't she have a schedule to keep? Like terrorizing the local mice population? Ambushing unsuspecting birds? Making dogs bark at her majestic presence? Or, I don't know, a den of Fallen Angels to spy on?

I shoot her an incredulous look, silently protesting the blatant bed theft. She blinks her eyes open, Kuroka blinks her eyes open, acknowledging my return, but I maintain my calm and collected demeanor, as befits the enigmatic Shadow.

"...Oh… You're back-nya. I've been waiting for nya."

First, she steals my bed, and now, she's seemingly appropriating my shadowy operator one-liner. Truly, a valuable asset for my covert organization to be. Well done. Ten points for style. But seriously, what's her deal? If she's expecting tuna, she's in for a disappointment.

She yawns again as I slink over to my desk.

"Where have you been?" she inquires, her golden eyes following my every move.

"Sightseeing," I replied succinctly, my tone hinting at the grandeur of my adventures. Well, that's how it felt until my real estate dreams crumbled into dust.

"What for?"

"Learning the lay of the land," so I say. You may have a cute little nose, but quit being nosey. I'll tell you stuff once you join my club. "What brings you here?"

But it becomes apparent that she has a story of her own to share, and she's doing it with all the subtlety of a cat dropping a dead mouse at your feet. "I've got something to tell you-nya," she finally admits, her tone infused with that unmistakable feline flair. It's as if she's dropping breadcrumbs for me to follow, though in this case, they're more like trail mix—slightly mysterious and possibly nutty.

Then she recounts what she's learned from Raynare's meeting with Lint. She talks about the details of Kokabiel's impending visit to Japan, the theft of holy swords, and the presence of a Sacred Gear user among the Stray Exorcists, and Raynare's apparent 'research' on those sweet babies. Her information paint a vivid picture of brewing chaos in the supernatural world, a canvas upon which various factions and individuals are adding their own frenzied strokes like abstract artists with a penchant for mayhem.

But I can tell she doesn't give two-cats about the whole Fallen Angel vs Devils vs Church royal rumble. Her genuine concern centers on her sister, Koneko. As expected, it's a cat's loyalty: indifferent to the world but fiercely protective of its kin. I respect that.

I get the gist of what she's expecting me to do here: for me to dive headfirst into this maelstrom, or at least extricate her sister from the chaos, the Devils be damned. Knowing Kuroka, she probably prefers dogs over those Devils any day.

Now, the million-dollar question looms overhead like a Damoclean sword: where do I, Shadow, fall in this brewing storm? I want to remain true to my goal (read: fantasy) of becoming the Eminence in Shadow. I don't want to be the big damn hero. I gotta be the one pulling the strings. Or appear like I'm the one pulling the strings when I actually tripped.

As I mull over Kuroka's revelations, I can't help but wonder how I can use this looming chaos to my advantage. Is there a way to help this Black Cat while staying true to my ambition? Without having to fall in the basic role of a hero or a villain?

Hmm…

A spark of brilliance lights up the shadowy corners of my mind.

What if, instead of being the star of the show, I help place Kuroka in the spotlight as the hero of this grand spectacle? By harnessing the chaos she described and leveraging her unique powers, we can orchestrate a scenario where she emerges as the savior. In this grand performance, I'd play the role of the mastermind, pulling the strings from the shadows, ensuring Kuroka's success in her newfound heroic journey. A sly grin creeps onto my face as I realize this could be the perfect plan to help her regain her sister's trust, perhaps even earn a pardon for her past crimes—whatever those might be.

With that newfound clarity, I turn to Kuroka, her feline eyes still locked onto me, awaiting my response. "I see," I begin, my voice dripping with a mix of mystery and the confidence of someone who's clearly figured things out.

Kuroka blinks, a curious expression dancing across her features. "What then? What're you gonna do-nya?"

I lean in closer, my grin taking on an enigmatic edge. "I need to prepare first," I reply, my voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "And I believe your unique talents will be invaluable in making it all come together. But until that moment, do I have your trust?" Read: don't ask.

I can't tell her about this. She needs to be genuine. She mustn't know that she's the main act.

"You're going to help my sister, right…?"

"Yes," I reply simply. It's one of those moments when plain honesty serves best; she's too astute to be swayed with vagaries. She'll just keep on asking.

"Tch… fine…" she mutters with a huff.

As the gears of my clandestine operation continue to turn, I can't help but revel in the exciting prospect of this endeavor. But with the plan laid out for one problem, it's time to switch gears. Kuroka might have some insights that could aid me in my quest for a new base.

"Regarding my recent 'sightseeing,'" I begin, testing the waters.

"Huh?" her fuzzy ears perked up, her curiosity instantly piqued.

"I was looking for a base," After all, who knows? Maybe Kuroka has a knack for discovering perfect secret hideout spots. "This space is hardly sizable."

Kuroka blinks, clearly not satisfied with my vague response. "A base? What for-nya?"

Ah, at last, the opportune moment has come. It's all or nothing from here; whether she joins me or not, that'll be up to her.

And so I explain that I'm creating a haven for the "Lost," those in dire need of guidance, a lifeline to cling to when all seems lost — for example; her. I can tell she's starting to connect the dots, since she looks all contemplative all the sudden.

"My 'organization,'" I say, trying to make it sound more official than it is, "will stand apart from the world's power-hungry factions, free from their self-serving agendas and relentless pursuit of their own goals. It will be a sanctuary for those seeking refuge from the ceaseless machinations of this Realm."

"It's a place where the Lost can find solace," I continue, maintaining a poignant look on my partially obscured face, a carefully crafted mask of sincerity. "A refuge for those who wish to stand apart from the endless agendas and self-gratification that dominate this world, regardless of the goals they seek. For them to live, not merely to survive, albeit, the price is that they must linger within the shadows."

Kuroka listens, her feline eyes locked onto me with newfound respect. I can't help but mentally pat myself on the back for the intricate web of deception I've masterfully woven just yesterday when I realize I'm out of milk.

"...That so, huh…?" she murmurs, her voice low and contemplative. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you'll get yourself into? I mean, you're taking a stand against everyone, Shido. Make one misstep, piss off the wrong guy, and they'll be hunting you down."

Well, she's not entirely wrong, and I'm sure she's speaking from her own experience. But who said changing the world from the shadows would be easy? If it is, then everyone would've been the eminence in shadow.

"It doesn't matter," I say with a voice as steady as a mountain, "the world may stand against me, its factions may plot and scheme. Powerful entities may seek to bend me to their will. But this is the choice I've made. And I believe that everyone, no matter World they preside over, has a choice."

"I'll do what I believe is right," I continue, the weight of my convictions palpable. "Even if I stand alone in the shadows, I'll be the change I want to see in this Realm."

With that, I give her a reassuring nod, as if to say that the die is cast, and there's no turning back. And I do mean it. I'm never going back from this, y'know. This isn't all fun and games. Though it's still plenty fun.

"...But why?" she asks again, her feline brow furrowing. "I don't get it. You're not even from this place. You're not even doing this for yourself. Why even go that far-nya?"

And time for an extra serving of actual bullshit.

"Because I've lost everything," I mutter poignantly, dramatically, tragically. The same vibe I had when I was talking to Raynare.

"My world," I begin, my voice carrying the weight of a tragic history. In this made-up Realm of mine, the "Light" aka the sun, has long been extinguished, casting everything into perpetual twilight. The land is a vast, desolate wasteland, with ashen skies perpetually shrouded in gray clouds. I describe crumbling, decaying cities where once-thriving civilizations have been reduced to ruins. The streets are littered with the remnants of a bygone era, and the buildings stand as hollow, skeletal structures. Hopelessness is in the air, the ground cracked and parched.

Basically a complete shithole county.

Continuing, my tone grows more somber with each word. "The Shadows dictate their every move, their every thought. It's a place where individuality has been crushed, where people exist only as hollow shells of their former selves. Imagine a world where your very thoughts are not your own, where your emotions are puppet strings pulled by an unseen hand."

Kuroka listens intently, her eyes reflecting a mixture of sympathy and concern as she absorbs the harrowing tale of my fictional world.

"It's a world where the very concept of hope has been erased," I conclude, my voice laden with sorrow. "And that's why I've chosen to make a stand. To create a haven, a sanctuary where the Lost can find solace and regain their freedom. To defy the relentless grasp of 'those who lurk in the shadows', and offer a glimmer of light in the darkest of nights."

Kuroka nods slowly, her empathy for my fictional plight evident. The narrative has done its job, painting me as a champion against insurmountable odds, fighting for the oppressed and downtrodden, even though the world I've described exists solely within the confines of my imagination.

It's a performance worthy of an Oscar, or at least a Golden Shadow Award.

"So I suppose…" I continue, locking eyes with Kuroka and letting the weight of my words hang in the air, "Ultimately, it'a chance to reclaim what I've lost. …A selfish reason, I admit."

With that final touch of relatable selfishness, I wrap up my tale, leaving Kuroka with a sense of the noble cause I've embarked upon. It's a masterful blend of truth and fiction, a narrative that serves both my 'genuine desire' to create a better world from the shadows and my need to maintain my enigmatic persona.

Now then, my background out of the way, me being fully satisfied, I suddenly remembered my initial to-do list—getting Kuroka to agree to show me around this unfamiliar world. After all, despite my grandiose speeches about creating a haven for the "Lost," I have to admit that I possess about as much knowledge of this place as a goldfish has of quantum physics.

With a self-deprecating chuckle, I admit, "You know, despite all my talk about creating a haven, I have to confess that I still know very little about this world."

Kuroka tilts her head, her cat-like curiosity piqued. "Oh, you need a guide or something?" she asks, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Heee~? And here I was, thinking you had it all figured out-nya."

Well duh. "Yes, exactly," I reply, relieved that at least she seems to understand. "I can't do this alone. I need a companion."

Kuroka's mischievous grin widens, and for a moment, I think I see a playful twinkle in her golden eyes. "Is this your way of asking me out, Shadow?" she teases, her tone filled with amusement. "Shadow, you sly fox— I never take you for a Casanova in a trench coat."

Huh? What in the shadows is she blathering about? I think I'll just stay quiet for now, deploy a tactical nod, and wait for her to explain her cryptic banter. There better not be more animal-themed nicknames.

Kuroka stares at me. Not saying a single meow.

"..." Meanwhile in her mind; '...H-huh…? Is he being serious?'

"..." I wait.

"..." Inside her noggin, still; 'W-wait… why am I the one getting embarrassed…? I hate him. I don't like him. He's nosey. He ruined my plan… But… No… no way… you've got to be kidding me…'

I wait some more. I can do this all day y'know. "..."

"...Say something, you jerk," she suddenly hisses. "It's no fun if you just stare at me like that."

"Fun? As opposed to what?" I retort, my bewilderment now in the open.

"I dunno-nya!" she grumbles. Is she high on catnip? "Get flustered at least? I'll even be fine if you straight out shoot it down! Don't just stare at me—"

"Flustered? Why? I meant what I said." Raynare's not an option since she's in cahoots with Kokabiel apparently. I got The Spider on my ass. The Devils are in the same school as Cid—I'd rather not risk that. Like, seriously. Be my tour guide, kitty. "I need you."

"..." Kuroka goes silent. Her racing heart spoke volumes of her inner debate. Am I asking too much? Well, either that, or the effects of some tardy catnip are finally kicking in.

And then, she speaks, somewhat somberly for some reason. "...I'm a handful, y'know. I'm a (emotional) burden."

"I don't mind (physical) burden." Yeah, sure I can carry you around. You're pretty light, all things considered, your human-form or cat-form. If that's what it takes to get her to show me around, why not? Sounds like a deal.

"...Rrghh… Alright…" she finally mutters, although with a growl. But as long as she's in her role as my sentient feline GPS, a little bit of snappiness is fine. "...It's a good thing you're strong, and you did beat me up… so… Whatever. Let's find your stupid base— I actually know someone who might know a place…"

You do?! SWEET!

Break

As Kuroka found herself nestled against Shadow's chest, her face flushed with a rosy hue, she couldn't prevent herself from being engulfed by the comforting warmth emanating from him. His heartbeat, steady and rhythmic, echoed in her ears like a soothing lullaby, leaving her thoughts as tangled as a ball of yarn after a cat has had its fun. She questioned whether this was merely the consequence of proximity or something more profound, leaving her utterly perplexed as to whether she was developing feelings she never anticipated, leaving her a very conflicted cat—as if she needed any more complications in her life.

Nevertheless, they moved onward together, with Kuroka guiding Shadow to a hidden torii gate nestled deep within the dense woods, far to the south. To the casual observer, this worn-out torii gate appeared as ordinary as instant noodles. Its weathered red pillars and black-painted woodwork stood in stark contrast to the surrounding lush greenery, looking like something from a bygone era.

However, this was no run-of-the-mill gateway. It possessed mystical properties that made it more exclusive than an invite-only sake tasting. Access could only be granted by a powerful Yōkai, and it led to the fabled Realm of Old Kyoto — a Hidden Realm that floated somewhere between the Core Worlds, its ethereal beauty tucked away within a dense forest and guarded by mountains that fancied themselves as the bouncers of the Yōkai-exclusive nightclub.

Here, in this unique Realm, darkness held sway without opposition. An eternal twilight broken only by the radiant presence of Kyuubi, ironically blessed by none other than the Sun Goddess Amaterasu herself.

Unable to contain his curiosity any longer and his excitement from discovering a cooler form of Fast Travel, Shadow piped up, "Where are we?" asked Shadow as he glanced around the impressively lush surroundings.

His voice sent little tremors through Kuroka, like those mischievous Tanuki playing tricks on her senses. It added to her flustered state, but she managed to respond, albeit she started with a wobbly voice, "My home-nya. …Well… formerly," she huffed, regaining her composure by simply thinking of Shirone. "Head to the village while I explain. This is the ancient capital of the Yokai Clans. The Gods named it 'Old Kyoto.'"

"Old Kyoto?" Cid wondered if there was a 'New Kyoto' elsewhere, but nonetheless walked down the paved dirt path that led to a pristine village, further down the hill, nestled amidst the trees.

"Well, about seven hundred years ago, there was a bit of a catastrophe. Some natural disasters. Like an earthquake, sorta, but at a bigger scale… much, much bigger-nya. In fact, it was so huge that it splintered continents."

Shadow raised his eyebrows at this newfound information about this wacky world. He'd point out that the map looked exactly the same as his previous mundane world, but he shouldn't know that — he came from a 'Depressing Sunless Realm', not 'Mundane: The World'.

"This event split some of the land in the Core Worlds, hurling them into the Dimensional Gap. Old Kyoto is just Kyoto that got flung into the Gap. The Gods tried to save it, but everybody in it died. The Gap is no place to be lost in if you're weak."

'RIP,' Cid idly, apathetically, thought.

"And since it was just a huge chunk of land suspended in a bubble, created by the Gods too late to rescue the humans, they decided to repurpose it as a new home for the Yokai clans and labeled it 'Old Kyoto.' They're not particularly imaginative when it comes to names, as you can tell-nya."

Amidst the vibrant Yokai community, an eclectic array of supernatural beings filled the bustling streets of Old Kyoto as paper lanterns floated nearly everywhere, bringing more illumination to the already illustrious scene. Ghostly Nukekubi, their heads floating independently from their bodies, eyed the newcomers with eerie curiosity. Graceful Yuki-onna glided through the crowd, leaving an otherworldly chill in their wake, their ethereal beauty captivating onlookers. Tengu soared above, their crow-like features and haughty expressions adding a touch of mischief to the lively scene.

The Oni, with their vibrant skin tones and fearsome horns, reveled in lively conversations, the echoes of their boisterous laughter filling the air. Kitsune, with their multiple tails and sly grins, weaved through the bustling streets, their brushy tails swaying like banners, and their cunning eyes missed nothing.

Cid felt like he had entered a traditional-themed haunted house. Haunted Realm, he supposed.

It was an unusually lively place, akin to a scene from a Studio Ghibli movie, and Cid couldn't help but be genuinely impressed. This world was vibrant, teeming with creatures he had only heard of in folklore and fairy tales.

And, despite himself, he was rather taken aback by this new world. Genuinely impressed. He truly felt that this was how it should have felt when he first got isekaid.

"My…" he slipped out, but smoothly returned to his Shadow persona. "This place is… vibrant."

"Yeah. You can say that," Kuroka lazily mused, still cradled in his arms.

Despite the initial skepticism of the Yokai at the sight of a human in their midst, their expressions quickly shifted to curiosity. They recognized Kuroka, even if she was in her feline form, and being the masters of subtlety, they knew better than to pry into her affairs openly. In their minds, a silent curiosity brewed, wondering why on earth she would bring a human to their secluded haven.

However, not all Yokai were bound by the same unspoken rules of discretion.

A young female Oni, distinguishable by her intricate traditional Japanese-style dress adorned in hues of red, black, and gold, burst forth from the crowd like a firework in broad daylight. Long, white hair with tints of pink framed her mischievous face, complete with white horns and bell-ribbon hair accessories that jingled as she moved. Her pinkish-red eyes radiated delight as she closed the gap between her and Kuroka.

"Kuroka-nee~! You're back! Konnakiri~" The exuberant Oni exclaimed, her voice carrying a melody of pure joy as she reached Kuroka, her petite stature standing in stark contrast to Shadow's.

"For a while, Ayame-cchi. Missed me?" Kuroka responded with a flick of her feline ears, followed by a playful touch at the Oni's temple, right between her pair of horns.

"Well, not anymore," then the One suddenly realized the one holding her was not a Yōkai that liked to dress heavy. "Oh? Who's this Human carrying you around?"

"I am Sha—"

"Ah! Sorry, gotta go!" Ayame's abrupt departure left Cid with a sense of fleeting disappointment, a feeling he couldn't help but acknowledge.

As Ayame made her speedy exit, a white-tailed Kitsune with black-tipped tails soon darted over like a whirlwind, hot on the Oni's heels. The scene that unfolded before them was nothing short of comical, and Kuroka couldn't help but huff in mild amusement as Ayame rejoined her game of tag, the joyful chaos continuing unabated.

Not far away, Kurokas' gaze shifted to a pair of Ookami, or wolf persons, one of whom had noticeably ong, voluminous black hair flowing all the way down her back. Her hair was neatly tied with a red and white Japanese-style rope at her waist, the contrast of colors making it easy to confuse the end of her hair with her tail, which was actually wrapped around one of her legs.

The playful Ookami girl continued to watch over the Oni and the Kitsune like a doting mother, her warm giggles filling the air, before wheezing into a laughter. Her presence was a stark contrast to the image one might associate with fearsome wolves. Instead, she exuded an aura of carefree innocence, as if she were a mischievous wolf pup, still learning the ways of the world.

She waved at Kuroka. Kuroka returned the gesture with a wave of her paw, reciprocating the warmth that seemed to radiate from the Ookami.

Meanwhile, Cid couldn't stow away an odd feeling. He felt as if he had seen that peculiar way of styling her hair somewhere.

"Your friends?" Shadow then asked, forcibly killing his deja vu.

"Dunno. Do you babysit your friends?"

Cid couldn't help but join in on the lighthearted exchange, his own chuckle merging with Shadow's. It was as if two personas within him found common ground in the whimsical atmosphere of Old Kyoto.

With their amusement shared, Shadow redirected the conversation, a glimmer of curiosity still dancing in his eyes. "Where to next?"

"You should see Nyasaka. Nyasaka-hime, I guess, for you." Kuroka responded with a nod in the direction of their next destination. "See that big temple over there?" She gestured toward a majestic structure that loomed in the distance, its architecture a testament to the rich cultural tapestry of Old Kyoto. "Go there-nya."

'Nyasaka-hime. The Old Fox. Got it,' Cid nodded mentally, committing the name to memory.

Break

As Shadow and Kuroka reached the grand temple, they were greeted by a scene of serene beauty. The largest structure, known as the "Amaterasu-no-Yashiro" or the "Shrine of Amaterasu," as Kuroka had told him during their (his) walk, stood as a majestic testament to both the cultural heritage of Old Kyoto and the mystical essence of the realm. It stood regally, surrounded by a cluster of smaller shrines and quaint homes for the shrine keepers.

Massive Torii gates, reminiscent of the one that had brought them to this little corner, painted in rich red and adorned with intricate golden accents, marked the entrance to the sacred grounds. Beyond them, the shrine's main building, with its gracefully curved roofs and elaborate wooden carvings, rose like a guardian of time-honored traditions. The scent of aged wood and ancient incense hung in the air, creating an atmosphere that felt both reverent and inviting.

Cherry blossom trees, their delicate pink petals like confetti caught in a gentle breeze, lined the pathways, adding a touch of ethereal beauty to the already enchanting scene. It was as if the entire shrine was nestled within a world of perpetual spring despite the twilight, where nature celebrated its harmonious connection with the divine.

Within the shrine's precincts, kitsune adorned in traditional white and red miko attire tended to their responsibilities with a blend of grace and playfulness. Some expertly swept the stone paths with bamboo brooms, while others offered heartfelt prayers and blessings to visitors seeking guidance or solace. Their movements were as elegant as their tails, swaying in harmonious dance with the surroundings.

A place where tradition, mysticism, and natural beauty converged, creating an aura of tranquility and wonder that was both enchanting and humbling that even someone like Cid, who couldn't help but stand out like a shadow against the colorful backdrop with his all-black attire, couldn't maintain his usual edginess.

A pair of Kitsune approached them.

"And who might— ah…"

Their keen eyes swiftly took in Kuroka's feline form, and a knowing understanding passed between them. With graceful gestures, they beckoned for Shadow to wait, their chestnut and auburn tails swaying like elegant banners in the breeze.

"Please," one of them said as they while the other went away into a shrine, a smaller one, purposely built to house the many priestesses as well as serving as an actual shrine. "Wait for a moment."

Cid, now back in full Shadow roleplay mode, responded with his signature silent nod, determined to embrace the mysterious adventure this enchanting world had to offer.

The auburn-tailed and -haired Kitsune returned, gracefully retracing her steps as she followed another figure into the scene. The newcomer was a taller and more lithe woman, her fair skin harmonizing with enchanting purple eyes. What truly set her apart the seas of white, auburn and or chestnut-haired shrine maidens were her thigh-length muted pink locks, which cascaded down in a graceful, almost ethereal manner. However, her most distinctive feature was evident—the pink fox ears that pointed downward, a unique departure from the usual upward or slightly bent-down styles of the Kitsune. Oddly, there were no tails to accompany them.

Her dress represented a fusion of traditional and modern elements, giving it a relaxed yet elegant appearance that was far from the formal robes around them. It even gave a subtle peek at her sideboobs, though without drawing undue attention. Her ensemble was an exquisite blend of style and grace, with an additional standout detail—a golden temple gate, or Torii, tastefully printed on the back of her clothing. A large black ribbon adorned her slender waist, adding a touch of charm to the ensemble and hinting at her elevated status compared to the shrine keepers.

Stepping down, her choice of footwear proved to be both unique and practical. She confidently sported flip-flops with a slightly raised heel, adorned in a blend of red and dark magenta. Notably, an anklet with a small bell dangled from her left leg.

Whenever Yae Miko took a nighttime stroll, Kuroka would hear the soft tinkling of the bell, announcing her presence and adding an intriguing touch of mystique to her every move.

"Kuroka-sama…" she greeted the all black duo with a composed bow. "I can perceive that you are… mostly unscathed from your recent escapades."

Kuroka's response was a grumbled "Zip it, Yae," delivered with her trademark snark.

As the elegant tail-less Kitsune acknowledged Kuroka, Shadow felt a slight pang of curiosity. He wondered if she was alluding to some recent misadventure involving his feline companion, or if Kuroka had a reputation in these parts. Either way, he had no intention of prying for details.

Turning her attention to Shadow, Yae Miko introduced herself with a graceful flourish. "And you must be our esteemed guest." Her purple eyes sparkled with a hint of curiosity as she continued, "I am Yae Miko, a humble priestess of this shrine and one who tends to the spirits and affairs of this sacred place… Call me, Miko, if you please."

"Shadow. A pleasure," Shadow inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment, content to let Kuroka guide the conversation. He was getting a bit hungry. That stale bread was hardly enough fuel for this sort of otherworldly escapade.

Yae Miko smiled warmly, recognizing his inclination for brevity. "Kuroka-sama," she addressed the Black Cat once more, "I shall now take our guest to meet Lady Yasaka. If you would be so kind as to follow me." With a serene gesture, she invited Shadow to walk with her as they ventured deeper into the enchanting surroundings of the grand temple.

She led him along the stone pathways, meandering deeper into the heart of the sacred grounds. The soft glow of lanterns illuminated their way as they ventured closer to their destination, a sense of anticipation hanging in the air. He was led further into the shrine, to a chamber that held a unique significance. While it wasn't a conventional throne room, it served as the heart of the Kyuubi's domain.

The chamber was expansive, its walls adorned with intricate tapestries that depicted scenes from the rich history of Old Kyoto. The air held a faint hint of incense, mingling with the soft fragrance of cherry blossoms that wafted in from the outside. The atmosphere was one of reverence and solemnity, as if the very walls bore witness to the wisdom of ages.

In the center of the room, instead of a conventional throne, there was a raised platform, akin to an elegant dais. Upon it, cushions and ornate silk drapery adorned the polished wood, creating an inviting space for gatherings and discussions. Yasaka, the Guardian of the Yokai, often found herself in this chamber, where she received supplicants and held counsel with the Yokai clans.

At the far end of the chamber, a massive shoji screen with intricate lattice work and painted motifs depicted the Yokai clans in all their diverse forms. It was as if their spirits were woven into the very fabric of the room, an undeniable proof to the unity that bound them all, as well as their reverence to their Guardian.

Miko offered a parting exchange, her voice holding a hint of curiosity but ultimately refraining from prying further. "Please, make yourself comfortable, honored guest. Lady Yasaka will be with you shortly." With a final bow, she gracefully withdrew, leaving Shadow to contemplate the intriguing surroundings while he awaited the Yokai Guardian's arrival.

As he approached the raised platform, he could sense the gravity of the place and the presence of someone remarkable waiting to receive him. The air of Yasaka, the Guardian of the Yokai, was recognizable in this sacred chamber, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation as he prepared to meet the enigmatic figure who held authority over this mystical Realm.

Then, like a vision from the most captivating dreams, Yasaka, the Guardian of the Yokai, stepped out from her chamber, commanding the attention of all who beheld her. Her enchanting beauty was undeniable, with straight-yet-wavy golden hair cascading like a radiant waterfall down her back, a perfect complement to her regal bearing. Her golden locks shimmered like spun silk in the soft ambient light of the chamber.

Cid couldn't help but wonder if she had a secret Yokai hair conditioner—maybe it was called "Nine Tails Soft & Silky" or something equally mystical. Or probably courtesy of some mystical Yokai hair salon.

Her most striking feature, as expected, was the nine incredibly fluffy golden tails that fanned out behind her. Each tail was a marvel unto itself, larger than her own body and so incredibly lush that they seemed to defy the laws of nature. The tails swayed with an otherworldly grace, and their golden hues gleamed with an inner light that hinted at their mystical nature.

Cid speculated whether those tails came with their own seat assignments on the bus or if they were eligible for frequent flier miles. And if she struggled with furballs.

Despite her majestic presence, Yasaka maintained an average height, which only accentuated her mature and elegant beauty. Her sleek golden brows arched gracefully over her eyes, adding a touch of regal authority to her countenance.

Cid couldn't help but wonder if her brows held regular council meetings or if they made executive decisions on when to raise and when to furrow.

Dressed in a regal kimono that blended the colors of midnight blue and resplendent gold, Yasaka embodied the essence of a guardian. Her attire bore intricate patterns that hinted at the Yokai clans she watched over, and the kimono itself seemed to be woven from threads of stardust and moonlight. It clung to her voluptuous form in a manner that was both elegant and alluring, a testament to her status as a guardian and a symbol of the Yokai's enduring heritage.

Cid contemplated whether her kimono had a side hustle as a living mood ring, given how it could convey authority one moment and allure the next. He wondered if that kimono came with a Yokai-sized wallet for storing divine credit cards. Yasaka must be LOADED.

As she approached, the air seemed to shimmer with an aura of motherly warmth and wisdom. Yasaka's presence radiated an innate sense of protection and guidance, a beacon of hope and stability for the Yokai clans who called Old Kyoto their home.

Her transparent beauty caused Cid to think, 'This is the Old Fox? Her skin is smoother than a baby!' It was as if she had a VIP pass to the fountain of youth, and Cid was left wondering if he should ask her for the secret Yokai skincare routine or if that would be just plain rude.

"Welcome home, Kuroka. I see you've brought a Traveler this time. How peculiar." She greeted them with a smile that held both kindness and authority. Her eyes, like pools of liquid gold, regarded Shadow and Kuroka with a knowing gaze.

"Nyasaka-hime," Kuroka sounded, completely forgetting that she was now bundled and sitting on Shadow's lap, instead of one of the many seating cushions. "So you already know he's not from around here, nya?"

Yasaka's laughter was like a gentle breeze rustling through cherry blossoms. "He is distinctively peculiar," she admitted with a playful yet calming giggle. "Well, then again, I have met my fair share of Travelers. They all possess an indescribable aura, a unique energy that sets them apart from those of our Worlds. Yet, in his case, it's as if his essence is veiled in mystery, hidden even from someone like me."

Kuroka cast a curious glance at Shadow, her feline eyes reflecting the intrigue sparked by Yasaka's words. She then decisively said, "So you mean he's unique-nya?"

"Indeed… you can say he's an anomaly among anomalies…" Yasaka's golden eyes gleamed with curiosity as she studied Shadow, his crimson eyes never wavering away from her scrutinizing gaze, which was directed at his mask—confused as to why it looked so dirt cheap. But then her smile returned, shrugging it off. She was still a Yōkai, and, most importantly, a subspecies of Kitsune.

Guardian or not, Yasaka was nevertheless whimsical when the situation allowed.

"But~! I sense no malice in him. He can stay," her tone lightened considerably as she continued, "I'm Yasaka, by the by… pleased to be your acquaintance… Sir…?"

"Shadow," he simply said with a polite nod. "The pleasure is all mine."

"Shadow… even your name is peculiar," she chuckled. "Kuroka, dear, what brings you and Shadow to my presence today?"

"Well, me, I'm obvious-nya. I'm weak right now, Nyasaka-hime. Healing please~" Kuroka leaned slightly against Shadow's chest, her feline ears twitching as she spoke without realizing she had been getting comfortable on his lap. Her impertinent act earned her a bemused stare from the Kyuubi. Not that it seemed to affect Kuroka. "As for him, well, he wants to make his own haven-nya. Much like yours but less exclusive."

"Oh my," she muttered, her large vulpine ears twitching as she listened to his ambitions. "A noble intention, Sir Shadow. I wish you nothing but the best for your pursuit."

"Thank you," Shadow nodded, his inner Chuuni already reading between the lines of the upcoming gentle refusal. "So, this place is impossible then?"

"My, very perceptive…" Yasaka smiled as she gently explained, "While I would love to help, Mr. Shadow, you simply can't establish your haven here. This Realm has been bestowed upon the Yokai by the Gods themselves. Moreover, Yokai and humans have not been on the best terms due to the persecution faced by those with supernatural prowess."

"I respect that, Lady Yasaka," Shadow stated, his resolve unshaken. "Then I'll simply find a Realm that is astray, and build from there."

Yasaka blinked, flummoxed."Finding a stray Realm is no simple task, Sir Shadow," she cautioned him gently. "Protecting such a realm in the Dimensional Gap requires immense power, the power of Gods themselves. It's not something to be taken lightly."

Shadow nodded, acknowledging Yasaka's explanation. His crimson eyes remained focused on her as he asked, "Then is there any way to find a smaller Realm, something more manageable? I don't need a space as vast as Old Kyoto, but rather a small one that I can develop over time as I gain a better understanding of this universe's magical workings."

Yasaka and Kuroka exchanged glances, both taken aback by Shadow's determination and resolve.

Unbeknownst to them, behind Shadow's unwavering determination was Cid, who harbored a secret desire for his very own "pocket realm" because, well, the idea sounded incredibly appealing.

Yasaka contemplated Shadow's request for a moment, her golden eyes thoughtful. Finally, she spoke with a hint of interest, "Your request is certainly unconventional, Sir Shadow… But there may be a way to help you find such a realm. It won't be an easy task, and it will require great effort and knowledge. However, if you are truly determined, I believe we can explore this possibility together."

Cid inwardly fistpumped. His so-called "plan" which was totally not a whim, was gaining traction. From the outside? Another tactical nod. Cool and composed.

Kuroka chimed in, her curiosity piqued, "What do you need from us to get started, Nyasaka-hime?"

Yasaka's smile remained, still infused with warmth and a touch of regal grace. "While I appreciate the enthusiasm, which is, I must say, a rare occurrence, especially from you, Kuroka—unless, of course, it's anything related to your sister," she teased with a sly grin. Kuroka remained silent, but the unspoken embarrassment and annoyance radiated off her, making her feelings abundantly clear. "First, I need to consult with the Gods, so your first order of action is to be patient and wait. They are quite benevolent, you know. A floating piece of rock shouldn't be too much to ask for. But," Yasaka paused for emphasis, her golden eyes locking onto Kuroka's feline ones, "as most things require time, such as the mending of a broken heart... or the blossoming of a relationship, they require time."

Kuroka snarled in response, her embarrassment nearly reaching its peak from Yasaka's relentless teasing.

In the meantime, Shadow, feeling a growing sense of appreciation for Yasaka's assistance, asked, "What do you want me to do in return for this kindness, Lady Yasaka?" Read: I'll play nice, so won't you be my sugar mommy in this trying time?

Yasaka initially chuckled, her golden tails swaying gently behind her as she responded, "My, my, Sir Shadow, giving is a pleasure unto itself. There is no need for reciprocity when it comes to matters of goodwill."

"Then allow me to 'give' something in return," he insisted.

Cid wasn't one to let golden opportunities slip through his fingers, especially when they had the potential to bring him an influential ally. Yasaka, with her divine connections and ample resources, seemed like a prime candidate. Besides, he had The Spider as his rival, so why not add The Nine-Tailed Fox to his contact list?

Ally, yeah, that's the word. Totally not a walking fluffy wallet.

"Very well, Sir Shadow." His persistence sparked a realization in Yasaka, and she nodded thoughtfully. "Your offer has reminded me of a matter that requires attention. Recently, my people captured a therianthrope in the human world. She spoke a language we could not decipher, leading us to believe she is a Traveler, or a Lost Person for most."

So here, he was a Traveler? Cid likened this to those zombie movies with countless nicknames for the undead. Zeds, crawlers, shamblers, walkers – you name it. It was as if Lost Guys had their own little club of cryptic nomenclature, and he was the bouncer.

Kuroka chimed in with her usual candor, "Oh, that loud dog? She tried to take a swipe at me."

"She's frightened, Kuroka."

"Yeah, frightened she didn't get her daily dose of chew toys," muttered the Black Cat. "…Damn mutt…"

Shadow, intrigued by the turn of conversation and not so-intrigued at being left out, listened intently as Yasaka continued after a sigh at Kuroka's apparent speciesism towards her canine-related fellows.

"When we found her, she was severely injured and had managed to harm some of my Ninjas—" Cid couldn't help but get a little hyped at the mention of these covert operatives. "—though thankfully, there were no casualties. Currently, she is imprisoned in our secure facility. Regrettably, it's the only place capable of restraining her."

Yasaka turned her attention squarely to Shadow, her golden eyes filled with a mix of hope and concern. "If you truly possess the ability to guide, as you've claimed, then I beseech you, Shadow. Help this Lost. Guide her to find her way. If you can do that, I promise to assist you to the utmost of my capability."

'My capability huh…? Well… at least that's a start.' Shadow nevertheless nodded resolutely and replied, "I understand. Where is she?"

In truth, he was not at all ready to take on the challenge of calming down a potentially rampaging therianthrope. Just another day in his newfound gig as a guide to the mystical and the misunderstood, he supposed…

Break

As Yasaka guides us deeper into the shrine, Kuroka cuddled in my arms like a plush toy, a creeping sense of panic starts to settle in, nestling there along with my growing hunger. Sure, I can maintain my facade of coolness on the outside, doing my whole Shadow routine as usual, but come on, man! Why didn't I just take her offer to head out on my own merry way? If these animal-people haven't been able to get a single word of understanding from that therianthrope, how am I supposed to be their Yōkai Whisperer, breaking the language barrier with our furry friend way over yonder?

I glance down at Kuroka in my arms. She's not much help in this situation, but at least she looks cute as hell with those twitching feline ears. Maybe that'll distract whoever we're about to meet from the fact that I'm mostly clueless about what's going on.

As Yasaka leads us further, we enter a dimly lit chamber, and my anxiety level skyrockets. Wonderful, we're entering what's basically a high-security prison, and our new friend is someone who could be both confused and potentially dangerous. I've been tasked with performing a one-man interpretive dance of communication. My heart's racing at a steady pace thanks to my well-practiced calm demeanor—can't lose my shit now with Kuroka right next to my chest. Doesn't stop my mind from running in a million different directions though.

But hey, if I can survive encounters with a Black Cat, The Spider, and now The Fox, how hard can dealing with The Gibberishing Wolf be, right?

Right?

We enter this 'secure facility' Yasaka mentioned, which might as well be Fort Knox for furballs. There's a bunch of Tengu here, Yokai with long red noses, all decked out in red samurai armor. Actually, this entire place is like a crimson fever dream, with black accents thrown in. Someone's really into the color scheme here. I might dig it, but the red is a bit overwhelming.

Finally, we arrive at a dark holding cell, which is obviously on the VIP list for extreme-security treatment. In the distance, I hear soft sobbing and some seriously baffling words.

"Uuuu... Bossman, where are you...? Where is Delta...? What is this place...?"

"Yep. Still a bunch of garbled nonsense," Kuroka says, rolling her feline eyes. "Well... you understand anything, Shadow?"

I blink. I'm confused. I was expecting gibberish but I can perfectly understand those words. Unless, of course, she's talking about someone else—but I don't hear anyone talking other than the sobbing in the darkest recess of this prison.

As Yasaka and I approach the source of the voice, I start to make out more details. The cell isn't very well-lit, but there's enough for me to see a young girl with long black hair and... wolf ears? Yeah, she's got wolf ears on top of her head, and I can't help but wonder if she's related to that wol-girl we saw at the village in some way. There's a pair of purple claw-marks like tattoos underneath her eyes—her purple eyes, which is pretty unusual, even for this crowd.

Actually, no. Raynare has purple eyes. So did The Spider though with lighter shades. Even that Miko-girl we met earlier. And I'm pretty sure that Devil girl has purple eyes too. What's the deal with purple eyes? Looks like they're as common as eggplants in this world—

"Bossman…?"

Alright. That definitely came from her. I expected absolute gibberish, not broken English.

"You don't… understand that…?" I finally ask, confirming that it's the therianthrope that's been asking for her boss.

Kuroka and Yasaka look at me like my head has become an oversized bobblehead.

"Y-you can?!" Yasaka immediately lits up, surprised. "Wh-what does she want? Can you ask her what she would like to eat? She kept refusing the food we provided, and she's clearly starving."

"Hold her for me," I say instead, handing Kuroka over to Yasaka like passing a loaf of very fluffy bread.

"Here, kitty kitty~" Who accepts her with a teasing grin, much to Kuroka's dismay, but at least the Black Cat is in the Old Fox's good hands, and this is no time for kitty nor foxy distractions.

Then, as if on cue, the sobbing girl's voice gets louder, more frantic as I can hear the jingling of chains being repeatedly restrained, trying their hardest to keep the prisoner in check. "BOSSMAN?! BOSSMAN?! IS THAT YOU?! B-BOSSMAN!"

The girl's desperate voice grows louder as I now approach her cell alone, the sound of jingling chains echoing through the chamber. She's clearly straining against her restraints, a futile attempt to break free. Now, I didn't sign up for this. I didn't expect to find myself in some kind of prison to chat with a girl who's convinced I'm her "Bossman." But here we are.

I notice her body now that I'm closer. Her slender figure becomes clearer in the dim light, with an ample bosom and rather built physique. I can see her abs now, since, well, she's not wearing anything. Her clothes are likely shredded into oblivion, reduced to those scattered remains of white. Most of those decked out prison guards got nervous when Yasaka told them who we're seeing, and it's not hard to see why.

"BOSSMAN!" she cries out once more, her voice cracking with emotion. "BOSS! IT'S ME! DELTA! D-Delta has been trying to find you, but you found her instead!""

Delta?

What sort of name is Delta? Is this another code name? Oh great, we haven't yet finished with the animal-naming sense, we're adding the Greek alphabet into the fray now.

Her state is far from ideal—dirty, disheveled, and clearly distressed. But that's not what bothers me. It's the sheer desperation in her eyes, the kind of look you don't just hand out to strangers. A mix of confusion, longing, and relief, all bundled up in one bewildered expression as she stares at… me?

Huh?

"Bossman…?"

And then she crumples to the concrete floor, sobbing. "It's me Delta… Bossman… Uuuu… Aren't you Bossman…? Is Delta even Delta…? Why does no one understand Delta?"

As Delta sat there on the cold, concrete floor, sobbing uncontrollably, swept away by a torrent of weird emotions crashing down upon her. Memories, dreams, and a deep sense of longing fill her heart, but she couldn't understand these complex emotions; so she simply labeled it as extreme sadness. Not her favorite feeling.

"Bossman... Delta missed you so much," Delta whispered between her sobs, her voice quivering. "Delta searched everywhere for you... uuuu... Why did you leave Delta?"

Her desperate cries filled the chamber, but they were met with nothing but silence from the man in front of her. He stared at her, and it was as if he was a mere stranger, a cruel twist of fate that tore at Delta's very soul, confusing her simple mind.

"Bossman...?" she reached out, her voice breaking. "It's Delta... Don't you remember Delta, Boss..? Is it because Delta got skinny…? Is it because Delta lost her muscles? Is that it, Bossman?"

She looked into his crimson eyes, searching for any sign of recognition, for that familiar spark of the connection they once shared. But there was nothing—just a vacant gaze that shattered Delta's fragile hope.

"Please, Bossman... Remember Delta. Delta remembers Bossman, why doesn't Bossman remember Delta…?" she nevertheless insisted on pleading, not really knowing what else she could do. Her heart ached. She wanted it to stop aching. Bossman would know what she should do. Because—

"Delta loves you so much..."

Desperately, she reached out to him, her hand trembling as she touched his chest, as if trying to bridge the gap between them. But he remained unresponsive, and it felt like her world was falling apart. Yet just as Delta was about to surrender herself into a strange pit called despair, her ears perked up as she heard him speak.

"Lady Yasaka," her Master said, his voice firm—just as she remembered it! "May you let her through?"

Delta didn't understand what was happening most of the time, but something funny called hope blossomed within her as that Fox, who was a hundred times scarier and stronger than Yukime waved her hand, and a portal immediately revealed itself on her wall, a shimmering gateway to the unknown. Without hesitation, Delta leaped forward, her large wolf tail swishing behind her, propelled by a fervent longing for her then, as if on instinct, in a surge of Delta leapt forward into the portal, her large wolf tail swishing behind her.

She crashed into him, her arms wrapping around his neck, nuzzling her face into his chest as tears of joy streamed down her cheeks. "Bossman! Bossman! Delta missed you so much!"

But as Delta nuzzled him, she couldn't help but feel a strange tension in his body, as if something was not quite right. And deep down, a nagging doubt lingered in the back of her mind, telling her that this reunion was not the one she had dreamed of, that her beloved Master was no longer the Master she had known and loved.

"Good to have you back... Delta," he said, yet his voice severely lacked the warmth Delta remembered.

No… It must be Delta that remembered wrong. Master had never been wrong. Maybe Master was just playing as a different character this time! Yes, that was it! Just like he did with John Smith, Master must be doing just that! He was even wearing the wrong clothes, and a weird mask— not his slime suit!

Delta pushed those doubts aside, choosing to believe that her Master was still there, somewhere deep within. In that moment, all that mattered was that she was with him once more, and that fleeting happiness was enough to carry her through the uncertainty that lay ahead.

"Bossman is here!" she stubbornly convinced herself, too scared to accept the terrifying reality, "And Delta is happy again! So why is Delta crying…?"

"...Um… There there…"

Delta squeaked and burst into tears the moment Shadow patted her head, just the way she liked it. "...Yes…You must be Bossman… You're Bossman, and I'm Delta… Delta is a good girl… Delta is sorry if she has been a bad girl— Please don't forget about Delta, Master— Delta is sorry—!"

.

Kuroka and Yasaka watched the emotional reunion between Delta and the man they knew as Shadow, and while they couldn't understand the words being exchanged, they sensed the deep sorrow and longing in the air.

One-sided as it was.

Kuroka watched the emotional reunion unfold with a mix of curiosity and sympathy. She had seen her fair share of unusual situations in the Yokai realm, and while She couldn't understand the words the beast girl's been spouting, her raw intensity was impossible to mistake. It tugged at something deep within her, a memory long buried but not forgotten.

As Kuroka observed Delta clinging to Shadow, a pang of melancholy washed over her. It reminded her of a time when she, too, had longed for the presence of a loved one, her dear sister. The ache in Delta's voice resonated with the ache in Kuroka's heart, a shared sense of yearning and loss.

Yasaka also observed the reunion with a heavy heart. She had encountered countless stories of love and loss during her centuries of existence, and Delta's cries tugged at the strings of empathy deep within her. Even though she couldn't comprehend the words, the raw emotion in her voice was universal, and it resonated with Yasaka's own experiences of longing and separation.

But… sadder still, she could sense the dissonance in Shadow's actions, at his attempts to fulfill a role that didn't seem to be his. Perhaps in the poor girl's former world, there was someone who looked just like him, or Shadow simply reminded her of him. Although, that did little in explaining how Shadow could understand Delta. Nevertheless, Yasaka's golden eyes held a profound sadness, a reflection of the bittersweet truth that they all had to face.

They both understood that Shadow was trying to spare Delta the pain of rejection, to shield her from the truth that he no longer remembered her, or worse; that he was an entirely different person. It was a noble gesture, a beautiful lie, albeit a heartbreaking one. So, they watched in silence, their emotions hidden beneath their elegant facades, allowing Delta to hold onto the hope she so desperately clung to.

Even if they knew it might not last.

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As Delta continued to nuzzle him, seemingly intent to cover his dark coat with tears and tickle his chin with her large wolf ears, Cid's initial confusion and concern began to evolve into a full-blown existential crisis. He had been playing nice because Delta reminded him of his old dog, not expecting to be caught in an emotional bear hug by a nude wolf-girl who seemed convinced they had a shared history. This situation was escalating faster than a caffeinated rollercoaster ride.

The intensity of Delta's affection and her insistence on their past connection left Cid feeling like a character in a soap opera he had never auditioned for, trapped in a whirlwind of canine devotion. He'd encountered strange situations in this weird place, but this one took the cake, the frosting, and the entire bakery.

Cid's crimson (contacts) eyes, hidden behind his mask, darted around the room, seeking an exit strategy that wouldn't send Delta into another round of heart-wrenching sobs. It was akin to teetering on a tightrope made of linguine—dangerously wobbly and at risk of collapsing into a saucy mess at any moment.

In the midst of this emotionally charged wolf-girl hug, Cid couldn't help but wonder the complexities of his own identity, if this wacky World of might and magic and girls with beastly features wasn't his first gig as a "Lost Person". He felt more disoriented than a hamster in a labyrinth, desperately searching for the exit while trying not to upset the spaghetti cart.

Speaking of Italian wiggly cuisine, Cid remembered he hadn't eaten anything substantial apart from that stale bread he had at lunch, and his mind couldn't help but wander to thoughts of devouring a hearty plate of affordable Italian cuisine. Maybe all these food-related metaphors were a subconscious plea for pasta. Or maybe, just maybe, his growling belly was protesting his decision to prioritize emotional wolf-girl encounters over satisfying his very human need for sustenance.

In hindsight, he realized he hadn't even thought to ask Yasaka for some food. Now, that was a missed opportunity that left him with a gnawing hunger and a heart full of befuddled canine affection.

"...You want food?"

"Food?" A glimmer of hope flashed across Delta's eyes as she looked at him, her mouth instantaneously salivating in anticipation. "Is it meat?" Then her fuzzy large lupine ears flopping forward in fear. "It's... not poisoned, right?"

So that was why she rejected this World's food. Nevertheless, Cid couldn't help but feel a strange connection with Delta in that moment; after all, the love for food transcended any language barriers or species divides. Maybe this was their real shared history—a mutual appreciation for a hearty meal.

To be continued…

Yasaka: appears elegantly
Cid: drools $_$

Mfw Delta is sad :pepehands:
Cid meanwhile "could destroy a plate of pasta rn"

He's a heartless sicko lmao, but i can't hate him

Whew. This has been a very fluff-centric chapter. Fluff, as in, he's surrounded with girls with animal ears and tails, not, mind you, actually fluff.

Why're you looking at me like that? You expect this to be full of shit and giggles? Well, it is, mainly, but i love me some sad moments. Nothing like a bit of tragedy to spice things up

But Delta has been reunited. The storm's over. Definitely no more Delta tears. Just Delta happy days. Right danzy? Right? danzy?

right…?

whereas delta is sorry, danzy is not sorry. much like cid

Don't worry though. She'll have Kuroka watching over her, the tsun-cat who's confused of her own growing attachment to Shadow

With that final touch of relatable selfishness, I wrap up my tale, leaving Kuroka with a sense of the noble cause I've embarked upon. It's a masterful blend of truth and fiction, a narrative that serves both my 'genuine desire' to create a better world from the shadows and my need to maintain my enigmatic persona.

Little did he fucking know, he's been there, done that

Review. Delta's happiness is in my hands now. I can be yuor angle, or ur devil ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

No seriously. Did i do well, or did I overdo it? Did her little spiel and confusion shatter your blackened heart? D'you guys like Lint? She's very fun to write. Everybody be like 'hehehehe we the puppeteers' while she's there like 'MONEY!'

So 50% Cid, really

And did you catch the cameos? And I've only noticed this days ago thanks to my (now not active) Betas— Yae Miko's ears— I thought they were her hair

Lastly, with Payday 3 looming on the horizon, it will undoubtedly cut down my writing time, because, you see, I'm a pro heister, and i've got virtual money to rob and hordes of bullet sponge police to mow down