UNSC-Kawakaze: Welcome, dear readers, new and old, to a new story. This started with "Hey, do you want to write a DxD story?" "Sure."
I'm less familiar with actual DxD, but military (and thus Shipfu) affairs are my specialty. Can it count as a "fix-it" fic if we throw history out the window of the burning zeppelin that is reality? I hope you enjoy, and review what you do or don't like (respectfully, bitte schoen).
Kitsu: Fucking did it again. Started a new one. Essentially this one is my first with Kawakaze, and it was a lot harder to pull off because I don't know enough military history to pull it off. Gonna skip to dxd modern timeline next chap, because damn if I ain't lost.
We will put this up on a few sites across our accounts, though I'm probably just gonna have Kawakaze post it on most – ff not all the sites (UNSC-K: AO3 and FFN most likely) – though if he asks, I'll post on QQ, because I really like the site.
Standard Disclaimer:
We don't own anything but our own imaginations, and this isn't canon. It will never be canon. I don't do canon ever, so don't ask for canon stuff to be inserted to make it accurate to canon in a story that is not canon like this one (UNSC-K: Don't expect it, be pleasantly surprised if some does). Essentially, don't be dumbass, and don't be rude, because I'm not nice, and if Kawakaze gets pissed off and tells me someone is being an ass, I will fucking use you as a character in the story and have you killed in an embarrassing way. (UNSC-K: Unless you're into that, then you don't get it)
~oOo~
Amidst a grand hall filled with practitioners of various forms of witchcraft, noble warrior clan leaders, and entire religious sects, a near silent prayer was spoken. One made from the purest of faith and hope, and fed by the wishes of an entire nation; a wish to be saved from the savages that dare attack their homeland with such vulgar ferocity.
For you see, the enemy were a horrible, unfaithful group of heathens who would sully the name of their gods with such vulgar acts as stealing their Colonial holdings of the mainland, which was basically demanding the Divine Emperor's head, along with his own wife, the Empress; to be delivered to them as if they were prizes that they had already claimed!
The Glorious Nation of the Thousand Gods was already conquered in the eyes of those barbarians, but the Gods would not have it! Thus it was the exact moment when the Admiral Togo raised the flag of Zulu out in the middle of the battle, and the prayer reached a crescendo, volume increasing to become like a desperate cry for help, that the rain began to fall on the grounds of the Imperial Palace, and a storm began to brew.
First the sounds of a few drops confused those inside, as surely it was sunny just a few moments ago, and the rain could not make it so deep inside the palace? To them, it could have been a trick of their minds that it was becoming wet inside. Now winds were beginning to howl and water started to flood the Palace- in their imagination, perhaps, but what came next was no mere delusion.
A bright flash of purple lightning ripped through the stunned stupor of the people, searing into the eyes and very souls a picture of divine beauty. With the biting chill of the sharpest winter, they all shivered as a statuesque crystal formed, simultaneously, next to the storm.
When the bright light and deafening sound had passed from their senses, they beheld the sight of two beautiful and dangerous beings, two kitsune. One with nine voluminous tails, arcs of divine lightning sparking between them as they lashed in obvious anger and golden eyes focused on those within the room. And the other with a single, paint brush like tail and calm blue eyes that seemed to carry a frigid cold within them, leaping to and from each person as if measuring them.
Soldiers, Onmyoji and Royalty alike froze, unable to speak or move or even look away. The silence, the icy wind, the crackling of ozone…
…was broken at last by Mutsuhito. Emperor Meiji himself.
An aging man in fine military dress, the Emperor stood, slowly at first, but quickly stepped from the Chrysanthemum Throne and concealing shouji.
"What… Who are you?" Meiji asked, stepping slowly.
A seductive, predatory smile crossed the face of the dark furred kitsune, the storm lessening in its intensity as if they were in the direct center of it, her molten gold irises promising the Emperor that there would be no escape from her should she wish to close the distance. "I am many things. The approaching storm, the march of war, the raging seas… But you may call me Musashi, for now."
Behind the towering Musashi, the smaller woman of white hair twitched, hand instinctively at the hilt of her nodachi. Head bowed, she also stepped forward. "I am… I am Kawakaze. Who are you, Child of Amaterasu, to have called for us?"
"I am Mutsuhito, son of Emperor Koumei and 122nd Emperor of Nihon." The aging man stated, regality warring with anticipation. "Tell me, O Spirits, could it be that the Kami and Honoured Ancestors speak to us today?"
Kawakaze startled, glancing over at Musashi questioningly.
"At the very least, your efforts to reach out to the Kami have caused them to summon us from where we slept to assist you in your endeavors." Musashi claimed with a fanged grin, the storm generated by her tails calming and her eyes glowing with mischief, "Your enemy will receive such embarrassment that their ancestors will still be feeling it in a thousand generations~!"
The gathered crowd of advisors murmured in awe, hearing the majestic voice of the Kami-sent messengers. The warriors, who had started unsheathing their blades when the Emperor spoke, relaxed. Kawakaze, for her part, narrowed her eyes.
"Tell me, if Mutsuhito-sama would allow this humble servant to ask. Could it be that you-...that our Nation is under attack from the Bear to the West?"
The bearded man gave a nod as the murmuring of the room loudened. "Yes, our Empires have grown agitated to the point of conflict over the past year. In fact, even now we have our naval forces seeking to engage the Russian fleet."
"...Tsushima," Kawakaze whispered, staring pensively at Musashi.
The dark haired vixen's eyes widened, before a chuckle of mirth escaped her lips, "The fools have no idea what they're heading into. Enjoy your victory, for you have surely already won."
The Emperor gazed at the two Kitsune, eyes bright with wonder and joy. He turned to Kawakaze, question of the truth unspoken.
"My companion, Mutsuhito-sama, is correct. The Russian 2nd Pacific Squadron has been doomed to defeat in the waters of Tsushima, and Nihhon shall find itself propelled to a status of peership. This much, we can promise you."
Mutsuhito closed his eyes, before kneeling. The other humans followed suit, joyfully giving praise to Inari's messengers for the divine victory.
Kawakaze twitched.
In a complete mirror opposite, the dark furred kitsune drank in their praise like it was the finest of wines, her entire demeanor shifting instinctively to show favor to those most earnest in their praise of the two fluffy beasts.
In truth, they really were sent by the gods, and summoned by their prayer, but it was more for the amusement of Amaterasu and Inari after they beat the storm God Susanoo in a game of Yugioh in the far future of another timeline, and thought it would be humorous to watch a timeline where Japan wasn't utterly dominated by the biblical faction for once.
~oOo~
It was several hours and many, many awkward conversations with the humans later, that Kawakaze finally led Musashi into an isolated room of the Ise Grand Shrine, Koutai Jinguu. The sacred grounds of the most revered Shinto God, the "Messengers of Inari" were finally free from prying eyes.
"...So." Kawakaze drawled with arms crossed. "You're the 'Storm that is approaching', are you?"
"I am indeed, the 'Redeemer of my Name'~" Musashi claimed, a lilt in her voice as she smiled cheekily at the poor fox in front of her before her expression became serious, "Let's skip the guessing game. I've written more than enough Self-Insert fanfiction to know that's just a waste of time, Fusou and Crystal would probably agree with me on that."
The lithe little fox blanched, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "You're a self-insert writer, huh. Well, I'll be sure to prosecute you when your video game reference becomes legit in, oh, one hundred and fifteen years."
"That long huh? Wait, prosecute me? Why would you do that?" Musashi asked as if she was oblivious before letting out a chuckle, "Besides, it's an entirely different universe, so it will likely have some events be somewhat different, leading to changes in media. So if it doesn't, then I'm not at fault for making a reference before it actually exists, but rather, I could sue the company for making a reference to me without my express permission~"
"...Truly, thou art a vile sinner of the Self Insert variety, and a shameless one at that. Ahem. That aside, we really do need to talk about what's going on." The white haired warrior deadpanned. "No doubt, we've already altered whatever the hell our timeline would be, if Emperor Meiji himself summoned two KAN-SEN in 1905!"
The vulpine grin on Musashi's face threatened to split it in twain, and her tails wagged as she attempted to help her calm herself by acting excited at the prospect of changing the course of history as they knew it. "Yup. So~ Wanna fix Japan buuuddy~? We could maybe avoid both world wars you know? Waddaya say~?"
That caused Kawakaze to frown, tapping her chin in thought. After a moment, she tilted her head, "I don't know that we can prevent both wars. By Susanoo's reeking pits, we're already on a fast track to the First World War- it was literally the inevitable collapse of Imperialism, or at least the start. I don't think you would have the cure to the Spanish Flu between your monstrous… breasts, would you?"
She sent an evil glare at the giant kitsune's chest, icy like a Kamchatka storm.
"Hmm. You know, actually…" Musashi began, puffing out her chest automatically as she glared at it as if it was a matter of pride, "Magic exists in this world, that much is obvious. Why don't we ask the Onmyouji for help?"
"Assuming they can… well, that particular problem is another… thirteen years out? But the Second World War…" Kawakaze mused, eyes gleaming murderously. "I'm sure I can think of something."
~oOo~
Dark fluffy tails flared out behind Musashi as she slowed to a stop next to the listing battleship Mikasa, which was anchored near Tsushima with heavy flooding. Tall ears pressed up to its hull as she began to listen for any movement inside, motioning her escort Kawakaze to take a closer look and see where they could help out.
The destroyer squinted through the dim moonlight and hazy mist, but nodded. "Mikasa is afloat and at anchor, as she should be despite taking most of the Japanese casualties. They have been told ahead of time to expect our aid, and your new friends have agreed to put some to sleep for this. Perhaps… they would not take kindly to us kidnapping their commanding officer, but you could give them a…tug~"
"Very well, please inform them that we are friendly and wish to help return them home. I'm not directly familiar enough with my other memories yet to know how to communicate without radio equipment." Musashi mentioned as she prepared to use a purple spectral chain to hook up to the ship for towing.
Kawakaze nodded apologetically. "The telegraph is still the most advanced technology, we've got another decade or two for radio." With that, she sped forward atop the water, disappearing from view to…greet, the most famous military mind of Japanese naval history.
With the anchor clear in sight, Musashi sent her chain to go pick it up from the ocean floor, pulling it to her as she moved forwards through the water on powerful legs. Once she was a certain distance away, and the chain was taught, she turned back to wait for the signal to begin pulling.
The bell of Mikasa rang once, then thrice through the oceanic mist. This was the signal, and Musashi was eager to get these seamen back home to their families. She did, however, know not to pull too hard too fast, and was very careful of the damage the ship had taken.
It wouldn't be long at all until they were all safe and sound on dry land once more, this Musashi swore.
~oOo~
When Togo Heihachiro was told that his ship was to be towed back to shore by a mythical nine-tailed fox, he scarcely believed his ears. He had thought that perhaps he had taken more than a minor hit to the head that day, and was perhaps going to meet the kami rather soon.
Alas, it was not to be, for the young Kawakaze arrived not long after this message, and informed him of another. A Lady Musashi who would pull them back home without rest, willing to go days without food or water just to see them home safe and of sound mind.
To say he had faith that the poor woman down below could pull it off would be a lie, but he was quite surprised with her tenacity and sheer grit as she used what had to have been an absurd level of power, likely exhausting herself just to ensure that they would not have to suffer a moment longer than they had to.
He owed her a great debt, one that he would see repaid, no matter the cost.
Once the ship was secured, she was quick to climb ashore and go to meet with him, sticking by him as the Emperor himself arrived at the scene to greet him, many old guard samurai and priests gathering around him to ensure his safety.
"Greetings, old friend. I'm glad to see you are well." The Emperor claimed, his tone regal and his eyes shining with genuine happiness.
"The gods have blessed us with your victory and swift return to our nation." The Emperor continued, smiling wide at the kitsune standing behind his friend in such a way that only her ears and tails peeked out from behind him just perfectly.
Then her face popped up and her chin rested on the old admiral's shoulder, before she spoke up, pushing him closer to the Emperor. "Speaking of Gods, the two of you need to chat with Amaterasu-sama. She may have mentioned that the fate of all Nippon depends on it."
At this point, both the Emperor and the admiral were well aware that she had, and would continue to do the impossible, and thus were much more likely to believe her words when she said such things, choosing to depart with her immediately.
… It most definitely was not because she had already wrapped them in her fluffy tails, carrying them with extreme gentleness like floating on fluffy clouds of heaven, and anyone who said otherwise was clearly insane.
~oOo~
Back at the shrine to Amaterasu, Musashi put the two down with a reluctant sigh.
She could both feel and smell the slight fear and excitement they had for a brief moment when she began to carry them, a hint of embarrassment on their scent, but they soon relaxed and reclined into her tails, almost seeming reluctant to leave her fluffy embrace when she nudged them into the building, before turning to leave with a small smile.
"Amaterasu and Inari will meet with you there today, but I do not know what you will be told here today." Musashi called over her shoulder, "You'll have to find that out for yourselves."
~oOo~
"Well then, my old friend. Let us not keep our Kami waiting, yes?" The Emperor of Japan gestured once he finally caught his breath. The journey had been unique- no, absolutely insane to mortal comprehension. Flying through the sky, walking upon water, speaking to the very gods themselves; Tales of Sun Wukong dancing, before his aging eyes!
Togo, recovering his footing and breath, nodded. "Firstly, Heika, are you alri-"
"Bah! None of that, Heihachiro-kun, none of that. We frail mortals stand at the precipice of speaking to the great Goddess Amaterasu and the wise Messenger, Inari! No human titles and court formalities can match. Stand with me now, my friend!"
The Admiral nods. "I shall follow you anywhere, Heika, no matter what."
As they walked into the shrine, a grand sense of peace emanated from within the very cores of their being, and all the worries of mortal life seemed trivial.
Seated at the kotatsu in front of them was a white and fluffy divine beast, with red markings of a godly nature, and a paintbrush-like tail. Her dark eyes were smiling as her tongue lolled from her mouth like a rather happy dog, the room seeming to grow warm and inviting with her presence.
Next to her, was a tall blonde woman with soft golden eyes, an impressive figure, and red ribbon like ornaments to tie her hair away from her face. She had a strange device on her hands, making exciting sounds and surprisingly good music as she tapped away at the many buttons and controls on its sleek form, the word Nintendo just barely visible on the side facing them.
It seemed to take her a minute to notice them. In fact, she didn't look up until the divine beast – possibly Lady Inari – barked at her, startling her from her likely rather important task.
"Stupid Susanoo…" Their goddess muttered, before focusing her attention back on the humans in the room. "Apologies for the wait, I was lost in the realm of Okami and didn't notice your entrance."
Moments of childhood roughhousing and basking in the sun danced across both mens' memories, fluttering like joyous birds in a cool breeze.
Truly,' Emperor Meiji fell to his knees. Vaguely, he noticed his old friend and military advisor do the same. 'Truly, we are blessed to witness Lady Amaterasu and her divine steed even as they guide the realms of Heavenly Stars! Ah, and is Lord Susasnoo here as well?!'
Time passed in an instant eternity for the two old men. Then, they could breathe again.
A perfect business-like smile crossed the face of their goddess, as if in an attempt to hide her amusement at their internal worshipping of her for politeness sake, though they had no idea why. "Well, I'm sure you're weary from your travel in dear Musashi's powerful embrace, so come sit with us, and we shall tell you the secrets to your future success."
Togo, looking at his Emperor for confirmation, brought himself to speak in a low bow. "We humbly accept the great honor, and would be your eternal servants!"
"Very well," The Goddess smiled just a tad wider as she procured a teapot from a small two tailed kitsune, "Perhaps you'd like some tea while we discuss the day?"
At this, the wolf transformed into a beautiful woman on the spot, her clothes, hair and eyes matching her previously wolfish form as she began to boil the water inside with a ray of light, fumbling as she looked around for something to put in the pot for tea.
But then an idea seemed to cross her mind, and from her robes she procured a peach, which she proceeded to simply shove into the pot and boil while they sat there, the goddess staring at her with a look of bemusement.
"I'm not going to steal them from you, Lady Amaterasu, but if you wish to bind them to you with your essence, I have no complaints." The Goddess mentioned, causing the room to grow silent as what was now known to be the real Amaterasu fixed her clothing, which had been starting to slip in her rush to make peach tea for her guests.
"Inari-chan! I don't get to meet mortal guests often! I'd rather kiss Susanoo than let the opportunity for new minions run away from me like this!" Amaterasu claimed with a sunny smile on her face as she poured and served the tea to them.
Inari looked over the two humans among them as Amaterasu began trying to force feed the Emperor some very hot tea. "... My condolences."
"..."
"..."
"...Heika."
"I know."
"Heika!"
"I know!" Meiji barked, clenched fists pounding his legs, tears falling like the mud that formed the very lands of Nippon. "...Truly, the women here in Heaven are troublesome as well."
Admiral Togo gave a long suffering groan. They could feel it in their wrists and back; even away from their wives and families, there would be no peaceful rest for these two old men.
~oOo~
Kawakaze yawned lightly, settling back against the onsen walls in bliss. Her eyes were closed, if only to ignore her companion's incessant showboating. Nearly a fortnight had passed when the Emperor and Admiral Togo finally returned from the realm of the Gods.
A crowd had gathered a respectful distance from the Shrine of Amaterasu, waiting for the two mightiest men of modern Japan to emerge. The mortals of the Court buzzed with excitement…whilst the few youkai and immortals intermixed felt dread.
The two men returned vibrant and healthy, and appeared to glow even before mortal eyes. Of course, nobody thought differently when Admiral Togo vehemently denied sake, or Meiji refusing to even look at tea.
'Well,' Kawakaze thought idly, 'History is already bent over to the wooden spoon. I'm sure nobody will notice the trauma that this world's Amaterasu accidentally induced on them…'
Sinking deeper into the water, Musashi watched as her breasts floated up with a rather lewd smile, as if enjoying her new found buoyancy. Her tone and words however, seemed more impressed than anything. "They really do float on their own. I never actually noticed this before."
The destroyer sighed, knowing that peace and quiet were not to be found in Musashi's presence.
"...Do you want the biological reason behind the physics, or a reminder that your class of battleships were designed to be impervious to torpedoes?"
A light blush crossed Musashi's face as she sat back beside her partner, sliding over until she was close enough to reach out to her, but not so close as to make her uncomfortable, even though she really wanted to play with Kawakaze's pretty hair. "My apologies. I have nothing but fluff for brains as all my specs went straight to power, and my previous self was uneducated from modern schooling and life in general."
She sighed awkwardly, "I only know the barest of details from things I gathered from the clouds and sky… That's not what I was trying to say but my mind immediately went to those as the correct words. Hmmm."
"...You talk too much."
"That may be so," Musashi admitted before reaching out and simply picking up the girl by her tiny frame and placing her on her lap, trapping her there with her nine fluffy appendages as she began to massage the smaller girl's scalp in preparation to do her hair.
The white fox froze in a blush, even as her traitorous tail began to swish.
"But I at least know many ways to relax myself and others if needed." The much larger fox purred, letting her friend relax into her as she performed what was likely the best scalp massage the poor girl had ever received, skilled fingers working her over for a while before moving on to do her hair up nicely in an old style norse braid.
"You misunderstand me. I said you talk too much, because you worry too much. You are who you are, do not allow any self-perceived inadequacies drown out the things that make you good. A-aah, scalp massages are included, it seems…"
Kawakaze groaned, overcoming awkwardness of such intimate contact with the…stupidly impressive, form of the penultimate Battleship.
"I ask that you do what you do best, just leave the planning and politics to m-meeeeee, owwww that's a knot…"
Musashi finished the hair gently, and moved on to massaging her shoulders and neck, applying precise and measured pressure to her techniques with a murmured apology, as her strength had gotten out of hand when dealing with that one from all of the squirming of the smaller fox.
It was incredibly hard not to become excited by the beautiful ship nestled onto her lap, but she assumed that since Kawakaze wasn't saying anything against it, she didn't mind too much at her incessant need to touch her, to help her relieve what tension she may have over being forcibly taken to another world.
That and she was most definitely a lewdsune, though she'd rather keep that to herself until she'd been given the clear approval to actually go for it. "Well, I will do my best with the mystical side of things, and subjects concerning faith if you wish. The spiritual is one aspect of life that I did have a major interest in, and was actually rather versed in before all this."
Her hands moved down to knead at her back, helping work out the kinks in the powerful muscles within. "And if you wish, I will accompany you for maintenance any time your wish~"
That last part was likely not meant to be spoken aloud, given the slight pause in the massage immediately after, but Musashi was determined to try to make it less awkward by pretending she had meant to say that.
It was a long moment of silence for the smaller fox to reboot.
"Ahh…I, you make a tempting offer, but, no." She sighed with regret and shook her head.
"No thank you. I have things I need to do, to think over…to move on from. I'd offer to wingman you, but I'm sure you'll have the entirety of Japan eating out of your palm by the next decade." Kawakaze added mirthfully.
Musashi's tails visibly drooped, and she let the poor fox go free, having finished up her massage as far as she could go without it becoming inappropriate for someone who wasn't willing to take the next step. "Haaa… Very well, I won't push. I'm certain you'll find me if you ever decide otherwise in the future, but I won't bother you with such things until you feel ready yourself."
"Oh," Kawakaze scoffed with a hint of playfulness. " I've no doubt I'll be able to find you. Your height, those tails, your stupidly larger than life…personality…no, nobody will be able to miss you, Musashi."
"... True." The battleship sighed.
It was at this point that the proprietress of the onsen came out, and warned them that it was time to close for cleaning, the two of them departing for the night and heading off to where they would stay the night.
'Well, let's enjoy moments like this while we can. There is much to be done. So, so very much…' Kawakaze stared into the setting sun, holding a clenched fist to her heart. 'Things will go better, this time, I swear!'