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〖 Chapter 7 〗

⦕ I Am… Commencing our Waltz ⦖

Next morning dawns with all the subtlety of a bullhorn in a library. Sunlight filters through my dingy windows, declaring a new day of possibilities. Or, you know, a day of struggling through mundane existence and trying not to trip over my own shoelaces.

After a hearty breakfast of cheap cereal and nearly expired milk, I found myself staring at the pile of textbooks on my desk. Ah, yes, the joys of education. Who needs the Shadow Dimension when you can conquer the mysteries of calculus and history, right? Wrong. But Mob duty called, and I was obligated to answer with a half-hearted groan.

But before that— here's my current to-do list specifically has something to do with Kuroka that I have aptly titled;

"LIFE AS THE RELUCTANT 'GUIDE' TO KUROKA: AKA, THE MISADVENTURES OF SHADOW"

1. Operation: Ask That Cat!
Objective: Extract every ounce of knowledge from the black cat without making it seem like I'm prying for information.
Notes: Keep snacks as incentives on standby. Prioritize seafood-themed snacks. This might take a while.

2. From Paws to Sewing Machine: A Black Cat's Hidden Talent
Objective: Convince the black cat that her true calling is in the world of fashion, particularly in designing and crafting an enigmatic outfit for yours truly.
Notes: Find a way to make sewing sound as exciting as battling a fire-breathing dragon. Maybe add in the allure of magical stitches?

3. Cat Got Your Spells?
Objective: Covertly gather information about her magical abilities, preferably without revealing my own limited magical repertoire.
Notes: If she can teach me something flashy, that's a win-win. Shadow needs more than coating manipulation, smoky special effects, and voice changer.

4. Unveil the Guidebook of Expectations
Objective: Skillfully maneuver the conversation towards finding out what the hell she expects from me as her 'guide'. Act cool while mentally preparing for any potential weird requests.
Notes: Fingers crossed it's something manageable like finding the best sushi joint in town. Pray it's not "sing me a lullaby every night." or "I want to eat every fish in the world".

5. Don't Get Lost: World Exploration With a Cat GPS
Objective: Suggest a 'tour' of the world, it's a necessary task for me to become familiar with my new surroundings.
Notes: Come up with intriguing historical facts and trivia about my bullshit world in return.
Reminder: Keep it in line with my 'sunless decaying realm' bullcrap. Come up with my place of origin. Anor Londo or something.

6. Magical Crash Course for the Uninitiated
Objective: Convince her that teaching me her magic is a brilliant idea, without revealing that my magical skills are on par with a cardboard cutout.
Notes: Do some random magic tricks beforehand to look somewhat competent. Who knew sleight of hand could be so helpful?

7. Testing A Black Cat's Observational Skills
Objective: Task her with observing certain individuals and reporting back, just to see if she's as good at the whole 'spy' thing since I'm sure this is going to be main priority of our soon to be made underground cool kids club™
Notes: Make sure her targets aren't too dangerous. The last thing I need is her reporting from the belly of a dragon—if there's any. The Fallen Angels should be a decent start since she's already in their hideout.
Extra Note: Confirm the existence of dragons and other mythical beings like werewolves, harpies, pegasus, griffins, dodos, chimeras, and so and so.
Extra Extra Note: Get a mythical pet. Nothing screams badass entrance like leading a pack of wolves. Sadly, cats aren't as menacing.
Extra Extra Extra Note: If I do get a mythical pet, make sure I already have a place to hide them that won't interfere with Cid Kagenō's daily life as a mob.

8. Epic Attacks: Whisper Mode
Objective: Develop a signature move that involves a whispered attack name for maximum dramatic effect.
Notes: Practice in the Shadow Dimension. Make sure it's simple and iconic, but avoid being too generic. Hopefully, my whispers don't turn into embarrassing coughs.

9. The Art of Mystery
Objective: Share some tips on how to maintain an air of enigma, because let's face it, being a mysterious individual is my bread and butter. She's already got the shadow theme going on with her kimono and her entrance was spot on.
Notes: Demonstrate with a few well-timed dramatic pauses and mysterious smirks. This is important to rile your easily-riled opponents.

10. Surprise Underground Organization Grand Opening Party
Objective: Slowly lay the groundwork for the eventual creation of the underground haven for the 'lost' while making it sound spontaneous and cool.
Notes: Do I even have the funds for this? Answer: No. I haven't even come up with a name. Let's scrap this one.

10. Operation: Name That Haven!
Objective: Brainstorm and come up with a jaw-droppingly cool name for the secret organization haven for all the supernatural misfits.
Notes: Avoid clichés like "Supernatural Safehouse" or "Misfit Sanctuary." Something with 'shadow' would be ideal, but should also reflect the rebellious spirit of the group. Avoid cheesy clichés and anything that sounds like it belongs in a fantasy novel for toddlers. This is about being badass rebels, not bedtime stories.

11. The Ultimate Goal: Sibling Reunion Extravaganza
Objective: Devise a plan to reunite Koneko and her sister Kuroka, while ensuring a heartwarming reunion (tearful is optional) that doesn't involve any collateral damage, fights altercations or any major explosions. That warehouse was totaled.
Notes: Approach this delicate situation with finesse. Play the mediator card? Orchestrate their tearful reunion? Perhaps exploit Kuroka's affinity for cat-related things? Will a ball of yarn be enough suffice for peace offering?
Extra note: where's her sister's ears? Did she drop them somewhere?
Extra extra note: start using "altercations" instead of "fights". It sounds more elegant.

And that's all I got for now. Dunno how no. 8 got slipped in this list but— eh well.

As I stumble through my morning routine, I can't help but think about the wild ride that's become my life. From accidental encounters with enigmatic cat ladies to forming (daydreaming) secret underground organizations, it's safe to say my schedule has taken an interesting turn. But today, it's back to the grind of school, which is a whole new level of adventure in itself.

With a final sigh, I step out into the world, ready to face whatever the day throws at me. Calculus equations, awkward hallway encounters, and maybe even the occasional existential crisis. Who knows, but today's the day I practice the art of blending in – a skill I've been cultivating ever since I became the supposed enigmatic Shadow.

So, let's hit the school grounds with the grace of a ninja and the swagger of an underground leader in the making.

Ah, who am I kidding? It's just another day in the life of Cid Kagenō, a Mob.

Let's do this.

I march outside my apartment, lock my door, and walk past the other tenants' door. Never seen them though, if there's any. Apparently the apartment I live in is too spooky to some people. Ghosts? I don't care about ghosts. I'll just pretend I can't see them.

I bow my head as I move past the tall lady in white sundress and white sun hat. Don't know what the hell she's doing in the bushes, but who am I to judge? I'm Cid.

Nothing happens on my way to school. Good. I join the crowd of my schoolmates seamlessly, making sure to flinch whenever I make eye-contact with a girl. Yes, giggle and titter away and leave me alone. It's a good thing this school's pupils are sensible enough (despite their short skirts and bloomers) that the girls seem pretty nice to anyone that aren't Issei and the other two pervmeisters.

Ah, the monotonous routine of another day at school. As I shuffle through the hallways, I make sure to blend in with the background. It's an art, really – looking utterly unremarkable while surrounded by a sea of colorful characters vying for attention.

I slip into my seat in the classroom, strategically positioned right in the middle – not too close to the front, not too far in the back. It's the perfect vantage point for avoiding the spotlight while still managing to catch some of the teacher's monologue. My plain, unassuming appearance and well-practiced average grade are my shield, protecting me from the prying eyes of my classmates.

With yesterday's insanity, let's hope that nothing happens today, yes? Can we agree on that? Good.

With each deliberate step, Cid made his way towards the world of men – the realm of his school. Oblivious to the world above him as a black cat stealthily traversed the rooftops, its keen senses focused on the man below. Kuroka, still in her cat form to conserve energy, believed she had tracked Shadow down using her acute sense of smell. She had followed the faint trail of her own blood and her own 'mark' that had clung to Shadow's trench coat.

She wasn't going to warn him about Penemue because she was worried for him or anything; she just didn't want that Spider to be a nuisance and stall Shadow from getting her back to her sister and.

As she entered this apartment, a flicker of confusion crossed Kuroka's feline features — causing her to tilt her head. The air in the room carried a familiar yet puzzling scent… a faint trace of her own blood intermingled with the surroundings. And as she traced the scent, moving inside a hilariously bland and tiny bathroom, she spotted it.

Entering his apartment, Kuroka's feline countenance displayed a momentary flicker of confusion, her head tilting in an adorable manner. The room's atmosphere was tinged with a scent both familiar and mystifying — a delicate remnant of her own blood seemed to linger, interwoven with the surroundings. Her whiskers twitched as she followed the subtle trail, her inquisitive nature leading her to venture further.

With a hint of comical suspense, Kuroka's tiny paws carried her into a hilariously minuscule bathroom. In this unassuming space, the unexpected scene awaited her – a sight that would have been nothing short of mundane under normal circumstances. There it was, laid out before her in all its absurdity: a black trench coat and matching pants submerged in a makeshift bath of detergent water.

She believed she had found one of Shadow's hideouts.

Break

In the dimly lit occult research club room, a hushed discussion was underway. The events of the previous day had left its mark on the members, and the absence of Akeno and Kiba was keenly felt. The atmosphere was heavy, a mix of somber reflection and a hint of unease, yet at the same time, even for just a touch, relief.

Rias Gremory, the crimson-haired beauty and leader of the group, sat at her usual spot, concerned with the wellbeing of her Servants. Akeno and Kiba had to be hospitalized in the Underworld, and that meant Sona would have to carry the brunt for any Stray Devils hunt. Not to mention Rias herself hadn't completely healed. Her back still ached from Kuroka's attack, but those were the least of her worries.

She turned her attention to Koneko Toujou, the petite Nekomata who had been through a rollercoaster of emotions upon encountering her sister once again.

"Koneko," Rias began softly as she sat next to her, her eyes gentle and concerned, "how are you holding up? I know seeing your sister here must be quite a shock."

Koneko's gaze was downcast, her expression a mixture of conflicting emotions. "It's… hard to say, Buchou. I never thought I'd see her again and now that I do… I'm not sure what to feel."

Rias nodded understandingly, reaching out to place a comforting hand on Koneko's shoulder. "I can only imagine how difficult this must be for you. But please remember that I'm here for you. We're here for you. We'll do whatever it takes to ensure your safety and well-being."

"Thank you…" Koneko's lips quirked into a small, appreciative smile. But that smile was quick to wane as she stared down at her hands. "...I'm…sorry I didn't do anything… If I have, then Kiba-senpai and Akeno-senpai wouldn't have—"

"They'll be alright, Koneko," Rias assured, preventing her guilt from overriding her Rook. "...What happened yesterday spiraled out of control. We were unprepared. We'll just have to make sure to be better prepared in the future."

Issei, who had been quietly observing the conversation, chimed in, his voice carrying a note of reflection. "Yeah, Koneko-chan, don't beat yourself up too much. I mean I was even more useless. All I did was gawk and stare at that Shadow-guy…"

"Yes… Shadow…" Rias muttered. She still owed him a lot, and Gremorys do not keep their debts. The lives of her Servants and her own? How could she put a price on that?

Issei's words seemed to stir something in him, a memory that tugged at the edges of his consciousness. He looked down, lost in thought, before finally speaking up again. "You know, it's strange. When I saw that guy Shadow, it felt... familiar. Like déjà vu. Can't put my finger on it, it's like I saw him before."

Rias and Koneko exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued by Issei's words. Rias leaned forward, her tone gentle but probing. "Are you sure? You've never encountered him before?"

Issei scratched his head, a puzzled expression on his face. "Well I'm not sure... It's just a funny feeling, like a uh… fuzzy memory. I can't remember anything specific though… other than black feathers…? Maybe it's just my imagination or trauma…"

Rias nodded, her gaze thoughtful. "Well, if anything comes to mind, don't hesitate to share it with us."

Koneko finally spoke up again, still in the topic of their masked rescuer. "Buchou, what does he mean... by guiding my sister…? How can a Lost Person even guide her… he's not even from this world."

"Perhaps that's exactly why he can," Rias regarded Koneko with a soft smile. "It's a gut feeling. Odd, coming from me, I know," she tittered, "but that's the only way I can explain this feeling… He's… a man of conviction, that much I am certain."

Meanwhile, Cid found himself deciding between 'Astral Imprisonment' or 'Stygian Isolation' as he stared at his lunch of plain sliced bread.

"And we've all seen how strong and skilled he is," Rias resumed, unaware of the struggles of Cid/Shido Kagenō. "To have defeated your sister without so much of a scratch is… suffice to say; a rather scary feat. My brother— erm Satan Lucifer's Peerage has been failing to capture her yet he does it in one take…"

Koneko hesitated for a moment, her expression conflicted. "...I don't know if I trust him…"

"That much I can't promise, but I have faith in him. Besides, Koneko, if I were to take in your sister, the families would want her to answer for her crimes… Yes the killing of your sister's former Master was done in self-defense, but it doesn't excuse the bodies of hunters she had laid ever since. At worst, they'll demand her execution. I believe, entrusting Kuroka to his hands is the best course of action from all possible alternatives."

Koneko's response was delivered with quiet resignation. "...Okay…"

"And I promise you, no matter what, I'll do everything in my power to protect you. You're never alone, Koneko. Remember that."

Koneko nodded, a sense of reassurance washing over her.

"Say…" Issei then flitted in. "Sorry for interruptin', but why don't you try recruiting the guy, Buchou? I mean he's quick. He could be an overpowered Knight or something."

"Much as I like the sound of that…" Rias furrowed her brow, her doubts surfacing once more. "I don't think he's someone that's willing to work under anyone... He's… someone with a purpose that I don't think money or other temptation can buy. He, as he put it himself, walks his own path."

Issei scratched his head, his enthusiasm slightly deflated. "Oh yeah, he did say that, huh…" He muttered to himself, his mind wandering to thoughts of Shadow's mysterious demeanor. He found himself daydreaming about being as effortlessly cool and independent as the enigmatic figure, forging his own destiny.

Caught in his thoughts, Issei pondered his own path. Was he truly following his desires and ambitions, or was he merely stumbling along, driven by the whims of the supernatural world?

"I am unaffected by the currents that shape others nor the paths that others chose for themselves."

Shadow's voice echoed in his mind.

'What do I really want to do?' he thought, his voice lost amidst the ongoing conversation. His eyes unfocused as he delved into introspection, searching for a purpose beyond his initial aspirations.

Sure, he had always dreamed of amassing a harem of beautiful women and living a life of indulgence and pleasure. But now, in the midst of battles and encounters with powerful beings, Issei began to wonder if there was more to his existence than just that. Or rather, if being a Devil and working his ass off for someone else was the only way to attain his lifelong goal of attaining a harem, or if there existed a possible alternative in which he chose his own path.

The discussion in the clubroom eased down to casual and idle chat between Rias and her Rook, but he found his mind consumed by this newfound contemplation. The concept of the harem still held its allure, but it no longer monopolized his ambitions. There was a carnal hunger for more, a desire to discover a goal that could elevate him beyond his current self. Something that could stand as a testament to his growth, his potential, and his ability to stand shoulder to shoulder with those like Shadow and Kuroka.

As his contemplation deepened, his newfound desire stirred something within him, resonating with a force that had been dormant for far too long. A flicker of emerald light danced in his eyes, and an invisible presence, powerful and ancient, began to stir within his soul.

Ddraig roused from his slumber.

Break

As I sit here on my seat, away from the window as those seats are reserved for Main Characters, case in point; Hyoudou Issei, who has been wistfully looking out the pane ever since break time's over, lost in his thought, a testament to his elevated status from mere Mob— I, Cid Kagenō, is finally able to relish my crowning moment of badassery.

'I know enough to recognize when someone has lost sight of their true self. I've seen it before, in others. And in myself.'

Holy fuck that was so fucking poignant. I'm so proud. Of me.

But sitting here, I realize, I've gotten my boots deep in a muck.

It's only been a day since that tasteful night.

Not saying it tastes great. I got my sweetass entrance into the supernatural world, but in return, I got a cat I need to 'guide'.

Technically I didn't promise her anything, "her" being the cat-lady-turned-actual-cat, but the Eminence in Shadow doesn't go back on his words.

…But I didn't promise her anything though.

No! Why am I faltering here? Avoiding her would just be a lame move, and there's no telling that I won't encounter her again. Whether or not she's gonna join me or not is up for grabs, but a mastermind must incorporate all possibilities.

Let's assume for a moment that she's going to stick around, prodding me to "guide her to the right path" or some nonsense. I've got to make use of the resources I have at my disposal, and in this case, that's the school library. Maybe I'll stumble upon a "Redemption for Dummies" handbook or something equally ridiculous.

Yeah, right. Like I'm gonna suddenly qualify to guide someone to something as vague as "redemption" when I can barely remember to water my fake potted cactus at home.

And miss cat-lady isn't exactly the easiest candidate for "Easy to Redeem Devils." I mean, seriously, where do I even begin? It's like trying to find a needle in a haystack, except the haystack is on fire and I'm blindfolded and doused in gasoline.

Maybe I can start with a casual icebreaker question, like "So, what's your favorite type of fish?" Yeah, that'll solve everything you idiot.

…

Whatever! What comes, I'll face it. Stare it down until it fuck off. I don't know. Whatever. It's time to go home. I've got no part time work today, so I'll spend some time trying to figure things out…

I should be okay.

I am not okay.

My friends, gather 'round, for I bear the gravest news of all: an intruder has infiltrated my humble abode. And to make matters worse, this intruder is none other than a black cat, lounging on my bed as though it owns the place. Yes, you heard me right, a cat. Engaged in what I can only describe as a flagrant act of catnapping. Oh, the audacity!

But let's set aside the temptation for feline-related puns (no matter how meowgnificent they might be), for this is a dire situation that calls for something far more profound: panic. A symphony of expletives and panicked thoughts is playing in my mind, and let me tell you, it's a hit single. The title?

Oh Crap.

Normal people don't come home to find mysterious cat intruders taking a siesta on their bed. No, they come home to empty fridges and reruns of sitcoms. And I'm 88% positive this cat is not just any cat. Any normal cat would've jumped up and run, not snooze and sleaze in their cat loaf mode in open space.

But not me, oh no.

My life apparently comes with an extra side of supernatural shenanigans. Just great. Why can't I LARP in peace?

I inch closer, my movements reminiscent of a suspenseful scene from a horror movie, you know, the ones where the protagonist slowly opens a creaky door and you're like, "Don't do it, dumbass, don't do it!" But of course, I do it. Because curiosity mixed with sheer panic is a potent cocktail.

The closer I get, the clearer I can see her—this black fur ball with a "I couldn't care less about your existence" vibe. I mean, what's the deal here? Did she just waltz in through the window and make herself at home? Did she bring a housewarming gift, like a dead mouse or a string of bad luck? I bet this is karma for not liking cats as much as dogs. Cats can hold grudges, right? Or is that just superstition?

What superstitions does this world believe in, by the by?

Okay, Cid, you're distracted again. Breathe. Deep breaths. In, out. You got this. There's a possibility that it's just a cat.

Except, not really. She's gotta be Kuroka. The very person I had an encounter with yesterday. The same Kuroka who could transform into a cat.

So what do I do? I mean, other than continuing to stand here like an idiot. Should I shoo her away? Offer her some food? Maybe I should sprinkle some salt around the bed, just in case she's an actual demon in disguise. Wait, that's for ghosts, right? I should've paid more attention during those supernatural creature documentaries.

But then a brilliant idea hits me—my Shadow Dimension ability. If she's Kuroka, she won't be a regular cat in there. She'll be... what, a cat with an aura? A cat-shaped mana fountain? I don't even remember. Last night I was so shocked.

I close my eyes and focus, reaching out to that mysterious dimension that's become a part of my life. And whoa, there it is—the cat, glowing like a frickin' Christmas tree with Mana. Definitely not your average kitty.

This is it, the proof I needed.

But now what?

Do I confront her? Do I try to communicate? Do I yell, "Hey, Kuroka, why are you sleeping on my bed when there are cardboard boxes laying around?"

Maybe I should leave a note? "Dear Cat, Are You Kuroka? Check Yes or No." Or maybe I should just... run away? Nah, that's not the Shadow way. The Shadow way is to face challenges head-on, even if those challenges involve feline intruders with identity issues.

Oh shit— she's waking up!

As Kuroka's eyes slowly flutter open, I decide to go for broke. I can't step into my Shadow Dimension when I'm not zen. There's no salvaging this unexpected encounter— but… actually, it can be beneficial if she believes I'm Shadow posing as Cid, not the other way around. I'll say it's to gather information or some random bullcrap like that. Hidden in plain sight and stuff.

So I straighten up, leaning myself against a wall, hands crossed, head slightly tipping down, my black bangs casting a shadow over my closed eyes — in what I hope is a mysterious and nonchalant manner. If I'm going to deal with a potentially shape-shifting catwoman, I must be as cool as possible.

She blinks a few times, stretching her furry limbs as if she owns the place. Her gaze lands on me, and I give her my best enigmatic smile. Inside, I'm probably closer to a sweaty mess of nerves, but hey, I'm trying my best to channel my inner Shadow here.

"Took you long enough," I say with a nonchalant shrug, my tone dripping with just the right amount of casualness.

She blinks at me, and I try not to fidget under her scrutiny. Is she sizing me up? Judging me? Wondering if I'm just some random human who stumbled into this mess? Or does she recognize me as the guy who somehow thwarted her earlier? I wish I could read cat expressions right now.

Finally, she stretches again, this time arching her back in a slow, deliberate curve. I can't help but think that if she were a human, that would be a seriously flirtatious move befitting of a femme fatale. Feline femme fatale in her case, that's triple F.

But she's not human, she's a cat—possibly a cat-demon—so I'll just focus on not making a fool of myself.

"Tsk, so you wanted to be found. That's a bit annoying…" She huffs and hops off the bed with the kind of grace that cats do. I don't like cats but they are more graceful than dogs, I gotta admit. "You're not what I expected-nya."

"Appearances can be deceiving." I play it cool, now moving to my desk and to sit on it. Hands crossed.

"Hmm… Whatever. So this is your place, Shadow?" she finally blurts out, her voice carrying a mix of amusement and curiosity. "Bit…drab."

"A fortress of solitude if you will. And what better place than an average apartment in the middle of nowhere?"

Kuroka arches an eyebrow, her feline eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. "Average, huh? Trying to blend in?"

"Exactly," I nod, as if that single word holds all the answers to the universe. "But enough about my humble abode. What brings you here, Kuroka?"

She sniffs around, then brings up her rear leg to scratch her feline face. Must be amusing if she suddenly turns back to her human form.

"Your name is Shido hrrmmm? Shido Kagenō…?"

Great. Just completely ignore my question and throw me a curveball why don't you.

"Sometimes the best way to hide is in plain sight," so I bullshit claim.

"...Hmm… As an ordinary individual, you become invisible, overlooked, just another face in the crowd."

…Wow. I didn't even think of it that far.

"Precisely." So I claim! And of course, with a smirk. Like I'm proud she figured me out or something like that. It's the subtle hints, my friends, the subtle hints that sell my act straight.

"Guess you can't turn into a cat like I do nya~?" She regards me with a mixture of amusement and skepticism. "And what are you hiding from, Shadow?"

I raise an eyebrow, as if carefully considering how much to reveal. "Hiding? I don't hide. I simply prepare." Yeah. School, for example. And starting from tomorrow; irregular cats like you. Maybe I should start keeping an eye on the dogs as well.

She tilts her head, her cat-like eyes narrowing in curiosity. "Prepare? For what?"

My underground organization, I want to say, but it doesn't even have a foundation. I can't embarrass Shadow with being ridiculously unprepared. That's a Cid thing.

That's a good question though. What am I preparing for?

Ah, let's go with vague response #52.

My expression turns serious, yet tinges with a touch of melodrama for effect as I recite my line. "For the inevitable storm that is brewing, soon will be carried by the wind of change."

"...Not you too…" Understandably, she tilts her head and narrows her eyes, letting out a groan.

Cover status: blown.

"Nyasaka mentioned something big is coming— whatever that meant… Sometimes I doubt that Old Fox truly knows everything but… This track. Annoyingly-nya. How the hell did you know so much when you're just a Lost Person-nya?"

'Nyasa-what?' I mentally stumble over the name, struggling to place it among the whirlwind of information I've been processing since being thrust into this supernatural circus. The hell is wrong with this world?

But it looks like she's buying it. Cover status: maintained.

"The shadows speak to me," I simply said, much to her annoyance. She's snarling or something. Can't tell. "What did the old fox tell you?"

She looks concerned, confused, as concerned and confused as a cat goes anyway. Pretty difficult to tell her expressions.

"Go on," I beckon. Need more context here than some vague hints. "Do elaborate."

"Hrrmmn… The age-old prophecy. Some bullcrap about the world gets thrown into chaos, then someone swoops in and saves the day… except this time it's worlds. Plural… Everything in the Core Worlds and maybe the extras. I don't know. I don't care."

Oh, is that all? Just the standard vague saving multiple worlds from chaos? I resist the urge to let out a laugh and instead nod as if I totally get it. Let's leave that for the heroes of these Core Worlds. I march to the beat of my drums and dance to my own tune, lady.

"But that's just some stupid prophecy that's been around for thousands of years, no one believes it. Not even her. She probably ate something wrong," Kuroka then huffs disinterestedly, finding more interest in leaping onto my desk, then jumps to my hands like she already knows I'll catch her, and stares at me with her tiny feline eyes.

"Your eyes are boring gray… Your hairstyle is different as well-nya... You sound younger too. You've thought it all out huh, Shido Kagenō?"

Alright, she's looking at me. Time to pretend like I have it all together. Time for a tactical nod.

"Hm."

Nailed it.

"It's within our best interest that you refer to me as Cid while I'm in this form."

"Why? Because of the 'danger that lurks' in the shadows?"

I just nod. Go ahead and make fun of me, you damn cat. One day I'll toss you into a duck pond and we'll see who's laughing then. Hint hint, it will be me and the ducks.

She then says to me, "...Well, I don't care whether the prophecy is true or not or who you are — you're going to reunite me with my sister, Shido."

I raise an eyebrow, my voice taking on a hint of curiosity. "She means a lot to you, doesn't she?"

Kuroka's response is quick and sharp, as if she's deflecting any attempt at sentimentality. It freaks her out or something. "Don't try to get sappy with me," she snarls, her feline eyes narrowing as she glares. Classic Kuroka, always keeping up that tough exterior. But let's be honest, her menacing glare loses some of its edge when she's in cat form. Whatcha gonna do? Scratch my nose?

"I'm still weak right now, and being near you is irritating." With a graceful leap, Kuroka bounds off my hands and straight to the window ledge and out into the setting sun, her departure accompanied by a flick of her tail and a final piece of enigmatic advice. "You've probably already known, but keep your eyes peeled for The Spider. Don't get sidetracked on your promise to me. That's why I came here anyway. See nya~"

I nod. See nya soon.

…

Is she gone…?

Alright, she's gone. Not gone gone — I can see her hopping off rooftops like some normal black cat, oh she even runs at a bird, trying to clip its wings. How very catlike. But she should be far enough so I can properly question my sanity in peace.

Okay, now she's gone.

I smile as I sit on my reclaimed bed, my arms crossed, my lips smiling faintly.

Excuse me, who the hell is this "Old Fox"?

Who the fuck even is "The Spider".

Are those some kind of code name or just a random arachnid-themed warning? What's with the animal theme? Am I entering a world of supernatural furry convention? Why does everything in this supernatural world have to sound so dramatic and mysterious? Why can't I be the only one dramatic and mysterious?

With deadpan eyes, I mutter to myself as I stopped caring if the walls have ears, "Day 17: Had a chat with a cat. Got warned about a spider. Normal day, all things considered."

Armed with a rolled-up magazine that he'd found lying around, Cid embarked on his grand spider-hunting escapade. His determination to heed Kuroka's cryptic warning had led him to a merciless crusade against every unfortunate common house spider in his unfathomably minimal apartment.

With inhuman reflexes and the mysterious powers of the Shadow Dimension at his disposal, Cid turned into a relentless hunter. Spider after spider met its end in a flurry of swift and calculated strikes. It was a spectacle of extermination, each spider's demise punctuated by a satisfying "SPLAT!" as Cid's magazine struck its mark.

Unbeknownst to Cid, however, as he waged the war against arachnid, he inadvertently squashed one spider that had just arrived at his window. The spider, a scout sent by The Spider, met its unfortunate end before it could even shoot out a web.

Meanwhile, in a peaceful corner of Kuoh Town's public park, Penemue was enjoying a leisurely moment with a delectable blueberry ice cream cone. The cool sweetness melted on her tongue as she savored the treat, basking in the tranquility of the park. The gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and the world seemed calm, at least until an alert in her mind disrupted her tranquility.

The scouting spider she had dispatched, one of her many Familiars, had met an untimely demise. A tiny frown appeared on her otherwise composed expression.

Of course. Someone as discreet and not as lost as other Losts like Shadow must be keenly aware of the interest from various factions. Hers included. Shadow was not to be underestimated, she now confirmed. It caused a faint smile to grace her lips.

'I see… You've been expecting me then, Shadow…'

A smile, barely perceptible, graced her lips. It seemed that Shadow was not to be underestimated. He was proving to be a far more interesting puzzle than she had initially anticipated, and Penemue was always up for a good challenge.

However, there was a more pressing matter at hand.

She had extended her senses through her unique magical web. It was akin to a spider's silk threads, intricately woven through the fabric of reality itself. Each strand was an ethereal connection to the world, allowing her to sense disturbances, vibrations, and anomalies.

His presence sent ripples through her web. The strands quivered in response to his proximity, their subtle dance transmitting the knowledge of his arrival to her mind. He walked with a listless demeanor, seemingly lost in thought. And he was none other than Hyoudou Issei, the suspected carrier of the Red Dragon Emperor himself, walking with a listless demeanor, seemingly lost in thought.

With a smile, Penemue began her move, by 'bumping' straight at him, and 'spilling' her ice cream all over his school uniform.

"Ah! I'm so sorry!" Penemue exclaimed with feigned innocence, her eyes shimmering with mischief as she surveyed the mess she had created. Ice cream dripped from Issei's uniform, and he felt like he was caught in a bizarre yet oddly enchanting mishap. "Are you alright— oh my, I'm so, so sorry."

Issei stood there, utterly flabbergasted. Before him was not just any woman, but a vision of otherworldly beauty. His brain struggled to process her presence amid the sticky ice cream chaos. Had he stumbled into some kind of anime or romantic comedy scenario? He couldn't decide if he was the luckiest or most unfortunate guy in the world. Unluckiest because his mom would give him flak for the mess on his uniform and shirt.

"Here, let me…" She effortlessly drew a delicate handkerchief from her pocket and gracefully began to clean the ice cream spill on his school uniform. Her movements were almost hypnotic, like a graceful dance. Issei couldn't help but feel like he was in a scene from a cheesy romance movie, and he had just been cast as the bewildered protagonist.

"U-uh... It's... It's fine," Issei managed to stammer out, his cheeks flushed as he struggled to form coherent sentences. He couldn't tear his gaze away from her, completely ensnared by the enchantress.

Penemue frowned sweetly, her eyes twinkling with an almost mischievous glint. "Ah, I'm so sorry about the mess," she replied in a soft, melodious voice that seemed to dance in the air. "Oh dear… I feel awful… My apologies… Issei-kun."

Issei could only nod dumbly in response, completely captivated by the alluring Fallen Angel who had appeared before him. But then, as if a fog had lifted, Issei's mind began to clear, and he realized he had no idea who this beautiful woman was or how she knew his name. Confusion washed over him, and he managed to stammer out, "Wait, you know me?"

"Hmm~? Ara, but you've been rather famous on the other side of this world." Her response was lighthearted, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to know about him.

"...What do you mean?" Issei's voice trembled slightly as he struggled to make sense of the situation. He felt like he'd stepped into a dream, and nothing was quite as it seemed. He didn't like this feeling. Doubt and unease gnawed at him like insistent spiders, their chittering grew louder with each passing moment.

"Hm?" She tilted her head sweetly, a playful smile gracing her lips. "You're the Red Dragon Emperor. Well, in the making, but details…" She tittered softly, her laughter like the tinkling of wind chimes on a gentle breeze. "Everyone knows about you, Issei-kun. You're quite popular, you know. We've spent years trying to decide where you should play your part."

"Red what…? Play? Part? What're you on about?" Issei's mind continued to whirl in a whirlpool of confusion. He had no idea what she was talking about, and the more she spoke, the more lost he became.

Penemue leaned in slightly closer, her captivating eyes locking onto his with an almost hypnotic intensity. The world around them blurred and faded, leaving only the two of them in an isolated pocket of existence. Issei felt like he was drowning in her gaze, unable to break free from its spell.

"Do give my kind regards to Rias Gremory," she whispered, her voice carrying the weight of secrets untold. "I hope she enjoys her gift… Think of it as a goodwill for our Factions' future endeavors."

Issei's heart raced as he tried to make sense of her words. "Gift?" he asked, his voice quivering with uncertainty. He felt like he was standing on the cliff of a revelation, but the answers remained just out of reach.

"You, silly," she replied, her tone gentle but laden with implications that left Issei feeling adrift in a sea of ambiguity. With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Issei standing there, his world crumbling around him.

"W-wait!" he called out, desperation lacing his voice. "Who the hell are you?!"

Before he could receive an answer, reality itself seemed to splinter and crack, shattering into a kaleidoscope of fragmented dimensions. The world around him froze and shifted, bathed in an otherworldly shade of deep purple that swallowed all sense of normalcy. It was as if the very fabric of existence had been torn asunder, and he found himself trapped in a pocket dimension, isolated from the mundane reality he knew.

The same space when Raynare killed him… and in this surreal and haunting space, she remained every bit elegant. Even as twelve jet-black wings unfurled with a grace that defied the laws of physics, their darkness so profound that it eclipsed the night itself. Each wing seemed like an abyss, and their combined shadow enveloped Issei, casting him into an abyss of uncertainty.

"Penemue," she whispered, her voice resonating like an ethereal melody in the eerie silence of their isolated realm. Her name hung in the air like a heavy veil, pregnant with enigma and importance.

A frisson of unease coursed through him, and he felt like a pawn in a grand cosmic game, manipulated by forces beyond his comprehension.

"Be seeing you again, Issei-kun. I'm sorry about your clothes~"

Then, in a breathtaking display, Penemue vanished with an explosion of black feathers, and the world outside their pocket dimension returned to its familiar state. Issei was left standing there as the park's inhabitants continued with their lives, moving around him without a care.

But in his mind, doubt had been firmly implanted as he looked at his hands, questioning everything he had believed.

Did Rias truly care for him, or was it all an act? She was a Devil, after all, and their world was full of secrets. Issei wondered if his own death at the hands of Raynare had been a charade to lure him into the world of Devils. The foundations of his reality had cracked, and he felt like he had been placed in a crossroad.

Break

Night falls, and the city's shadows beckon.

In other words: it's Shadow time, baby!

After a day filled with cat conversations, cryptic warnings, and the heroic eradication of arachnid foes, it's time for me to embrace my enigmatic persona. What else is a guy like me supposed to do?

So, I do what any self-respecting enigmatic figure would do: I suit up. And by "suit up," I mean I reach for my pièce de résistance, my beloved black trench coat. It's still a tad damp though. You know, can't exactly flaunt it on a hanger alongside my completely non-suspicious, exceptionally subpar everyday clothes. But no worries, I have a nifty trick up my sleeve. It's the DIY 2-minute insta-dry method: wrap it in a towel like a burrito, squeeze, rinse, and repeat until it's dry. Or should I say, "squeeze and repeat"?

Ugh, I should shoot myself for that one.

What? A hair dryer? Are you crazy? Do I look like someone that has the money to buy hair dryers?

It's a bit wrinkled from all that squeezing, but Nothing a simple ironing can't fix. In a matter of minutes, I've smoothed out every crease until that coat looks dapper enough to rival any supernatural detectives.

As for the rest of my ensemble, it's nothing too fancy. Just a standard black shirt that I got on the cheap, a belt to prevent any unexpected wardrobe malfunctions with my black pants, my contact lenses, and my trusty combat boots. You know, the ones I've stashed away in that storage space under the tatami floor. Oh, and fun fact: I also use that hidden spot to store my snacks in the unlikely case that I get nightly raided by three peculiarly shameless specimens.

Gotta say, I love this apartment. I love its dirt-cheap rent. It's almost as if it was made for a guy like me who occasionally talks to cats and battles spiders in the name of enigmatic heroism.

With a final glance in the mirror, I can't help but smirk. Looking good, Shadow. Looking good. Oops— can't forget the mask.

Out to the city I go, slipping into my Shadow dimension with all the grace of a stealthy phantom. I exit through my window, quietly opening it before slipping out and shutting it behind me. You see, I've got to be as inconspicuous as possible now that a certain black cat might be keeping an eye on me. Can't be too careful. Not to mention the spiders.

In the Shadow Dimension, the world takes on a surreal violet hue, and time moves at a snail's pace. One hour in this nifty dimension equals a mere minute in the real world. My very own time-bending playground.

I summon up some magically created saucers beneath my feet, creating a whimsical pathway in the night sky. With a leap that would make even the most nimble cat jealous, I navigate the nocturnal expanse, searching for something to occupy my time. Specifically, I'm on the hunt for the ideal location to house my top-secret underground organization, which, I might add, is still a work in progress.

Kuroka? Bah. Forget about her. She's recovering anyway. Priorities, my friends.

As I glide through the city's sprawling darkness, the distant hum of nightlife below, I ponder the possibilities. A hidden lair for a clandestine group of enigmatic individuals, all gathered under the enigmatic banner of...well, something suitably enigmatic, naturally...

I carefully scrutinize the city's nooks and crannies, seeking that elusive spot that practically oozes secrecy and intrigue. It must be both accessible and concealed, conspicuous yet inconspicuous, and, perhaps most importantly, free of charge. Even enigmatic masterminds like yours truly have budget constraints, and I'm currently scraping the bottom of the financial barrel, waiting for my next paycheck.

The city below is a tapestry of lights and shadows, and I can't help but feel a thrill of excitement as I continue my quest. Who knows what I'll stumble upon in this enigmatic urban jungle? The night is young, and so am I, as far as enigmatic masterminds go, anyway. Wonder if there's other masterminds lurking about.

My train of thought is suddenly derailed when an odd sight greets my crimson eyes. There, nestled among the city's towering buildings, is a place shrouded in strange, magical cobwebs. It's as if a spider convention decided to set up shop in the heart of the metropolis.

Actually scratch that— as I hover up to get a clearer sight, the entire building, heck, the entire street block, is cocooned in a colossal web that could put even the most ambitious spider to shame. In the midst of this intricate masterpiece of silk and magic stands a humble three-star establishment, aptly named "The Chateau." It just so happens to be situated right smack in the heart of the city's vibrant red light district. I suppose it's fitting that the epicenter of this webbed wonderland would be a place that's accustomed to entanglements of a different sort.

But what's really catching my attention is the source of all this mystical web-weaving madness. On one of the balconies of the love hotel, there's a figure bathed in a radiant purple glow. It's like a beacon in the night, a siren's call for anyone with a penchant for the peculiar. Namely, me.

Now, I'm not one to shy away from enigmas, but this one has me stumped. Who is this person, and what in the name of all things shadowy are they doing with that colossal web? And more importantly, why is she glowing like a neon sign on steroids?

I could steer clear of this whole situation, pretend I didn't see a thing, and continue my search for the ultimate secret lair. But where's the fun in that? Adventure and enigmas are my bread and butter, after all. Besides, curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. Or so I've been told.

With a silent nod to myself, I steer my saucer closer to the source of all this madness, ready to uncover the secrets that await in the heart of the purple glow.

As I approach the rooftop of The Chateau, I take a moment to observe the figure on the balcony below, the one bathed in that mesmerizing purple glow. She must be a key character for this crazy world.

Then, like a bolt of enigmatic lightning, it hits me. The pieces of the puzzle fall into place with a resounding click that reverberates in the quiet recesses of my mind. She might be The Spider, the elusive entity that Kuroka warned me about. It all makes sense now. The gigantic web, the radiant purple glow, the air of mystery that surrounds her – it's a spider's den, and I've just stumbled into it.

A sense of caution washes over me like a shadowy cloak. Dealing with a Devil is one thing, but tangling with a creature like The Spider is an entirely different enigma. Kuroka's words echo in my mind, a reminder of the danger that lurks. But I'm not one to back away from enigmas, especially when they come knocking at my shadowy doorstep. I'll need to approach this with the finesse and cunning that only an enigmatic figure like myself can muster. After all, I've tangled with supernatural beings before, and I've lived to tell the tale.

Kuroka cautioned me about her, so that means she's looking for me right? Well look no further! You don't have to look for Shadow, because Shadow finds you.

Now then… to set the stage for my grand entrance… My options are plenty here. I need entrances that would make an unforgettable impression. Should I materialize as a shadowy silhouette, a billowing cape adding a touch of dramatic flair to my enigmatic presence? It's a classic choice, but perhaps a tad too cliché for my taste. What about a swirl of mist, gradually taking form to reveal me in all my enigmatic glory? It's a tempting option, but I'll admit I haven't quite mastered that particular enigmatic skill just yet. Read: I don't know how to do that.

Hmmm… choices, choices… As I glance up at the night sky, following her gaze to the full moon, inspiration strikes like a bolt from the heavens of enigmatic entrances.

Heh… this shall be my most satisfying introduction just yet…

Penemue lay idly on the balcony of her hotel room, her thoughts far from the allure of physical intimacy. She hadn't brought anyone with her, nor did she have any inclination to do so. The affairs of the flesh held little interest for her these days, as they seemed empty and devoid of meaning.

Instead, she found solace in her work as the Spymaster of the Grigori Research Institute, as the Master of Whisperers, as The Spider. Her web of information extended far and wide, and it was in this intricate network that she thrived. Love had become an enigma she no longer cared to unravel.

Her current presence on the balcony was a mere interlude, a pause in her machinations. She was here to ponder her next move, to idly practice her web-sensing abilities. She extended her metaphysical senses, feeling the vibrations of her vast web as they reverberated through the strands. It was a practice she indulged in simply for the sake of it. No harm in keeping her repertoire sharp.

Penemue knew she had planted the seed of doubt firmly in Issei's mind, and now, all that remained was to water it occasionally, nurturing his suspicions and uncertainties. It was a game she played with finesse, one that had served her well in the world of intrigue and carefully kept secrets, but never perfectly. There was always a gap.

As she mused on her covert pursuits, her senses extended like a vast web, reaching out to every corner of her domain. She felt the vibrations of information, the delicate threads of her network humming with life. Yet, in the midst of her contemplation, a sudden presence slipped through her defenses like a shadow in the night, stealthy and deliberate.

"Ah…"

Her eyes widened slightly as she found him standing before the very moon she had been staring upon. He stood there boldly, silhouetted against the radiant full moon, a stark contrast to the tranquil night around him. His dark cloak billowed with an almost supernatural grace, casting him in an aura of mystery and irresistible allure. Shadows clung to him like loyal companions, concealing the upper portion of his face, but his smile shone through, a knowing and purposeful expression directed squarely at her.

In that moment, the message was clear. This was no chance encounter; it was a deliberate and calculated reveal. The enigmatic entity before her had orchestrated this meeting with precision and flair.

"Shadow…" she murmured with a smile, her curiosity piqued. She hadn't been actively seeking him out, but to be approached by him instead was a delightful surprise.

As Shadow's dark silhouette remained etched against the radiant full moon, Penemue felt her heart quickened with thrilling anticipation. Her usually impeccable web of sensory threads had failed to register his approach, hinting at his keen senses of the magic of this world despite hailing from another Realm. It was a rare occurrence, and it sent a shiver of excitement down her spine.

Could it be? She dared not raise her expectations too high, but the possibility tantalized her. Here was a capable entity, one that had evaded her meticulously woven network of threads. The thought that someone might finally be a match for her skills, that someone might push her to her limits and beyond, filled her with an exhilarating rush. In the world of shadows and secrets, where every move was calculated, there were few challenges that could truly ignite her passion.

Could it be him? The enigmatic figure who had so boldly entered her web of intrigue, challenging her in ways she had not anticipated. The waltz had commenced, and Penemue was more than willing to be swept away by this mysterious partner, as their symphony of secrets unfolded against the backdrop of the night.

But Shadow had other plans, it seemed. In a sudden and deliberate departure, he vanished from the rooftop as swiftly as he had arrived, disappearing as if he was merely a mirage conjured by the night. The echoes of his presence faded, and all that remained was the solitary full moon, hanging in the sky.

As the echoes of his presence faded into the obscurity of the night, Penemue felt a tinge of disappointment wash over her. She had expected, or perhaps hoped, that he would approach her, engage in a conversation that would set the stage for their clandestine dance. But it seemed that tonight was not that night.

However, Penemue was not one to be deterred so easily. Instead of dwelling on the missed opportunity, she accepted it as a challenge. A challenge to sharpen her perception, to become even more attuned to the subtle vibrations of the world around her. While he might have taken the lead in this clandestine waltz of theirs, the next turn would be hers.

Inside Cid's ever-mysterious mind, this was merely a tantalizing prelude, a teaser, a hint of what was to come. The night was not the night for their mysterious rendezvous, but he had left an indelible impression on Penemue, and that was precisely his intention.

The shadows of intrigue deepened, and their dance in the world of secrets had only just begun.

To be continued…

Bro Shadow is so fucking cool bro omg

I am also really really proud of myself for incorporating waltz as their 'theme'. It fits so perfectly with their characters. I mean, c'mon. A violin and piano? That's like a matchmade in heaven

The haunting melodies of the violin would intertwine with the graceful notes of the piano, creating a harmonious yet enigmatic soundtrack to their dance of shadows and bullshitteries secrets.

Each encounter would be like a musical composition, with its own unique rhythm and tempo, a symphony of intrigue that played out beneath the moonlit sky. As they met in the shadows, the music would flow, carrying the weight of their unspoken words and hidden intentions.

The violin's mournful tones would echo the depths of their enigmatic connection, while the piano's elegant chords would convey the complexity of their dance.

I am so surprisingly poetic. Or just edgy. Ohmygod, i caught the Cidvirus

A real close call with Kuroka. Completely threw him off his stride and forcing Cid to do what Cid does best; the forbidden art of Fake It Till You Make It.

Shadow is what you can be if you max out your luck stats, but no, you chose DEX build. smh my head. Go to the flimsy sword corner. NOW

He's just lucky she's not really invested in him just yet to sniff out his bullshit, and perhaps play along with it because she's grown to care for him. Or who knows. I'm a great writer. I'm great at character interactions and slow burn romances. Don't believe me? Just read Academy DxD or Death's Chosen

What? I'm allowed to plug my own stories

Ghosts? I don't care about ghosts. I'll just pretend I can't see them.
Immediately walks past one and even bow his head politely.

Probably my second favorite moment in this chapter. First being obviously his 'reveal' to Penemue/Kafka. What's your favorite moment in this chapter? Lemme know. Seriously. Letting me know is a sure way to ensure I write those kind of scenes in future chapters, because what am i if not a people pleaser

holdup, Iseu betray rias arc? Wtf dzanzy is this frickin 2017 fanfic era? Ur lost with the time, old man

SHUT IT. IT's MY STORY. I DO WHAT I WANT :smadge:

Because it's funny, i can make it entertaining, and I feel like if someone had wanted to make a 'betrayal' arc, which really shouldn't be considered as betrayal, they should've done it from the start instead of the whole 'he won't say my name even though he has zero clue reeeeeeeeee' rias bullshit viasco, which is just garbage attempt at teenage drama from our lord and savior Ishibumi because it corners Issei with zero sensible reason — i mean he's denser than a rock, just tell him that you want him to say your name, Rias, you dingus

And I never claim Issei has the guts nor conviction to stray off course and make his own offroad path

Next chap or two: The Disaster Confession