A Jar of Unfinished Dreams

KnY x FGO (7)

• Akaza the bestest Feminist are here.

It's a good choice to send Inosuke to help Ritsuka, Gudako grimaced as she pulled fainted Zenitsu from the rubbles. Thank God they demolished him before he became bigger. It would have been pain in ass to pull emergency crash.

Who would've thought the demon would screech like a dying walrus once beheaded? He even had a gall to explode into tentacles too, damn kinky bastard. Gudako was mildly infuriated.

No, not because it was disgusting. On the contrary, tentacles was one of many her guilty pleasure kink.

It's because it wasn't hot at all. No pinkish tentacles, no wiggly wiggly stretchy sausages, no abomination in a form of sexual monster, nothing.

Just pure, on verge of death, disgusting monster.

Preposterous! Unbelievable! How dare he misused the greatest culture of Earth! Unforgivable! I swear, I'll remember this as the greatest shame on my life!

She kicked the body of the train and turned away angrily with a humph.

Hours later, the kakushi who in charge cleaning the area would find a dent in shape of sandals on train's body and they would wonder who the hell did this. Nobody found it out.

((No, Ritsuka didn't have any clue about this nor her kink. And don't tell him either,

Or else he would punish Gudako harder.))

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They barely regrouped before another trouble crashed in front of them. In literal meaning.

No one saw him coming. One second they were in the middle of enjoying their victory, then there was a massive explosive followed by strong presence of demon. They immediately entered defensive position.

This smell, Ritsuka tighten his grip. It's almost as strong as Kibutsuji Muzan! Don't tell me this is Upper Moon?

Gudako cursed under her breath. "Fuck, I don't get paid enough for this shit."

"Gudako," The demon girl tensed hearing Ritsuka's tone.

"W-what is it? Wait don't tell meー"

"No Jojo reference for two weeks."

"Why!?"

"The smoke is clearing!" Shouted Kyoujurou, halted any argument that almost happen. "Prepare for battle!"

They waited with bated breath as smoke became thinner and thinner, slowly giving them a clear view of their new opponent.

Ritsuka unconsciously held his breath.

He was a muscular young man with fair skin, decorated with a mass of thick blue lines. He had a short, fluffy pink hair and thick eyelashes. He wore simple clothes, only short haori that didn't cover his front body and baggy white pants. He didn't even wear any shoes, simply barefooted.

But what had caught their attention was his eyes. A pair of yellow colored eyes; held a kanji of 'Upper Moon Three'.

Fuck, Ritsuka gulped. He is...

The pale man smirked and threw a punch to Ritsuka, which swiftly he cut into two with ease. "Hmph!"

Somehow his action only made the demon happier, as he retreated back with a wide smile adorned his face. "Not even use Breath technique, how impressive," he licked the remaining blood from his healing wound. "At first I thought you're just a foolish weakling, but it seems I'm the wrong here."