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imthepunchlord · 4 months ago

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Fear

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The secondary bell sounded off, and Seiko froze at its chime, looking up to meet Turbo Granny’s gaze from their game. Seiko slowly turned, to stare at the door, seeing a dark shape on the other side. She took a drag of her cigarette, anticipating trouble.

She had wards placed all around her home to discourage the visit of all yokai, mainly to settle down Okarun and discourage any territory guarding.

For one to come despite the wards, that meant it was powerful, or it was welcomed.

Of those that were welcomed, to set off that chime, concerned her more than the possibility of a powerful yokai treading into her home.

Seiko arose, grasping Nessie and headed for the door. Bracing for trouble, she flung it open, ready for an attack.

The attack didn’t come, but it didn’t stop Seiko from being startled.

Four Eyes stood before her, but it wasn’t quite him anymore.

This… this was the most monstrous she’s ever seen him.

There was no trace of humanity to be seen in his features. The black maw molded over his face entirely, cracked open, showing a second set of teeth in his mouth, constantly spewing black smoke. His glasses seemed to become his eyes, big and glowing, merged into the mask. The white hair had become a flaming mane, with red wisps flickering over the locks. He stood on four long, gangly limbs, his back covered by the smoke he breathed out, and Seiko noted his hands had been morphed into misshapen paws, though still retaining a semblance of human hands. Though barely.

There was a hissing rumble from Four Eyes, his voice deep and changed, sounding very much like demonic rasp, his teeth clacking together as the inner maw moved. It almost sounded difficult to speak.

“Momo. She got hurt. Help. Her.”

It was then that Seiko noticed one of his hands was cupped beneath him. Pressed to his chest protectively was her granddaughter, unconscious, with a bloody face.

Seiko swore, instinctively moving to reach for her only to freeze when Four Eyes hissed dangerously, taking a step back, bringing Momo even closer to him.

“Four Eyes,” Seiko warned.

“She can’t help her if you hold her, Idiot,” Turbo Granny grouched behind Seiko.

Turbo Granny got an angry hiss for that, but it seems the logic reasoned out for the yokai. Reluctantly, he held out Momo, as gently as he could.

Seiko didn’t take Momo from him yet, still wary to set Four Eyes, but she did take the chance to look over Momo. Thankfully, from what Seiko can assess, there was nothing too drastic. A bad scrape on her forehead, but it seems she just got knocked out.

Seiko drew away, pointing to the door. “Bring her inside,” she instructed.

With a deep rumble, Four Eyes did so, heavily lumbering in, smoke trailing behind him. Going to the den, he laid Momo out on the mat on the floor and laid down beside her, the empty glowing gaze seemingly locked on her.

Tentatively moving around Four Eyes, Seiko got to work, wiping and cleaning the wound before she bandaged it up. Then making a quick prayer, Seiko used her divine power to check over Momo and heal anything else.

Seiko drew away, declaring, “She’s all set.”

She quickly leaned when that big black maw came towards her.

“Not awake.”

“She’ll wake up when she wakes up, Brat,” Turbo Granny grouched.

With an agitated growl, Four Eyes slammed his paw-hand on Turbo Granny, pinning the angry cat down.

“Get off me!” Turbo Granny snarled.

“She’s right, Four Eyes,” Seiko said. “She just needs rest. And you need to calm down.”

Those literal glassy eyes turned towards her.

“You’re practically a full blown yokai right now. You’re too volatile and that makes you dangerous.”

Four Eyes snarled, clacking his maw dangerously, “I won’t hurt her.”

“I don’t trust your word,” Seiko stated flatly. “Not when I see how easily Turbo Granny is able to get under your skin.”

Four Eyes turned to eye the snarling cat, then released her. Instead of running away, Turbo Granny went to leap at his face and try to claw at him. Only to not even deliver a scratch at the hardened flesh that covered his face. Eventually, Turbo Granny dropped down, exhausted from trying to make a dent in that hardened face.

Seiko continued, “If you're not able to calm down, I will make wards to keep you out.”

Four Eyes was quiet for a moment, and in a pleading rasp, he promised, “Calm down. I calm down. No send away.”

He turned his glassy gaze to Momo, repeating desperately, “No send away.”

Seiko took in the pleading request, watching the yokai settle himself down, reaching for in a shy touch. He seemed to forget about them as he lay there, awaiting for Momo to awaken. Breathing out her own smoke, Seiko repeated, “You get one chance, Four Eyes. Do anything I don’t like and you’re out.”

He didn’t respond, just locked on Momo.

Seiko got up, grumbling about getting dinner started, making sure to stay vigilant in case Four Eyes did anything.

It was nearly an hour when Momo awoke, roused by the smell of dinner. She groaned, feeling achy, groggy, and hungry. Not ready to open her eyes, she mumbled out, “Whaz’s dinner te’night?”

She was about to sit up when she felt a familiar hard maw immediately pressed against her, blowing hot breath in her face.

“Okaruuun,” she whined, “give me a minute.”

Though try as she might, she couldn’t get that maw to move away. Momo decided then to use him as a means to help sit up, wincing at the dizziness she felt. Okarun thankfully stayed still, letting her lounge on his face until she collected herself.

“Dinner's going to be dumplings,” Gran answered from the kitchen.

Momo hummed at that, finally opening her achy eyes.

And saw two big, glassy, glowing eyes peering back at her intently, framed by bright red lines.

Momo fought the instinctive response to jerk back, immediately recognizing Okarun’s aura in front of her. She did sit back, taking in his monstrous appearance, how he loomed over her and seemed to take over the den with his size and presence.

“Okarun?” Momo asked, struggling with this new form.

“Momo,” he growled, and she could almost hear the hint of affection and relief. He drew near to gently nuzzle her, his long gangly arms coming to wrap around her—

A dumpling hit the big glassy eye, making the yokai pause.

“She literally just woke up, Four Eyes, give her some breathing room.”

Okarun didn't move right away to obey, if anything, his arms twitched as if he was going to fully pull Momo into his hold. Momo lightly pushed against his maw and Okarun eased away, a big long tongue coming out to lick up the dumpling on his face.

“What happened to him?” Momo asked as Seiko brought the food in, setting it on the table.

“Was hoping you'd know.”

Okarun’s long nail slid the platter of dumplings to Momo.

“Eat.”

Seiko slammed her chopsticks onto the platter, scooting it back to the center. “This is a family meal.”

Okarun hissed at Seiko. “Momo hurt.”

“I'm not eating all of that, Okarun,” Momo stated. Though she did grab a couple for herself, just in time for Turbo Granny to run in to join them, starting to fight Seiko for the other dumplings.

Momo tried offering a dumpling to Okarun but his maw stayed shut. He just kept staring down at her expectantly.

“So what were you facing?” Seiko asked.

“Some damn bounty hunter alien the Serpo hired,” Momo grouched. “Caught us by surprise.”

“Luckily it was nothing serious, at worst a knockout.”

Okarun made a sort of hissing noise, Momo suspected it to be a sigh.

“Four Eyes here I expect got scared and mad,” Seiko gave him an eyeball, “until he calms down, he won't be back to normal.”

Momo shot him a concerned look. “Like, I'm ok. I'm awake and fine. Are you still scared, Okarun?”

“Yes.”

“And mad?”

“Yes.”

“Well, damn, sorry for getting caught off guard.”

Okarun immediately nuzzled Momo, rumbling out, “I'm sorry. You hurt.” He clacked his maw, growling deeply, “Never again.”

Momo recalled the day of her abduction, of Okarun coming to her aid through Turbo Granny's rampage. She remembered his passionate promise to become a monster for her safety. She wondered now if that promise always stuck with him, and that affected his cursed form.

Momo finished her meal, bid her thanks, and announced she was heading to her room.

“Keep your door open,” Seiko said.

“I will,” Momo eased with a grumble, going up the stairs.

Okarun arose to follow unprompted, his steps heavy behind her, making the stairs groan in protest under his weight. Momo tried to ignore how his breath was always at the back of her neck with how close he followed her.

She got some relief when she reached her room, Okarun lingering by the door despite Momo leaving it open for him. She turned to him, stating, “I’m going to clean up and change clothes. Turn away.”

Okarun didn’t move right away, then he shuffled in place, turned away from her and laid down in front of her room. Momo frowned. He was so big that his form blocked off most of the door. Freshening up and changing, Momo plopped herself down on bed with a sigh, feeling the mattress bounce her. Glancing at the yokai still laid out on the floor, she called, “You can come join me now.”

Okarun shifted to life, his body groaning as he moved, shuffling to face her with bright, glowing eyes. He hesitated for a moment before he took a step into her room, maneuvering a little as he was almost too big for her door. He came to loom over her, casting a dark shadow over her. One paw-hand came up, to test the mattress, and it dipped so low and groaned so loud, Okarun drew away as Momo started to roll towards him.

Adjusting herself to sit up, Okarun settled just his head on the bed, sighing out dramatically.

Ignoring the gloomy aura he was giving off, Momo shuffled closer to his head. With a gentle touch, she started to probe and explore this new head. It felt like his whole face was covered in a hardened mask, with nothing of his human features to be seen. She lightly tapped the glasses, finding they really were molded into this new head. She wondered if they were made to be more durable in this form. Lastly she reached for his hair, feeling the soft, ethereal locks curl around her hand as they weaved and swayed.

The whole time, Okarun stayed still as Momo explored him, enjoying her touch and attention.

“Dang, Okarun,” Momo voiced, “you really took this to the extreme.”

“I will go farther,” Okarun promised, but it didn’t bring her the assurance he was aiming for, but a frown.

“What if you go so far, you don't come back?” Momo protested. “Can you transform back? Why haven't you?”

“Still scared. You scared me.”

“I'm probably going to scare you a lot,” Momo admitted. Okarun leaned forward, nuzzling her. She hugged his head back, continuing, “And you're probably going to scare me too.”

“I don’t want to.”

“And I don’t either.” She rested her head on top of his own, feeling his hair curl and shift under her cheek. One finger came up, tracing along the red lines, feeling the rough, ridged mask under her fingertip. She declared, “I miss your squishy face.”

“...I miss laying in bed.” He leaned heavily on the mattress, making it groan. “Makes me wilt…”

“Then you gotta figure out how to change back,” Momo said unhelpfully.

“Momo…” he groaned, almost sounding pitiful.

In a small bit of mercy, Momo offered, “Maybe you just need to ride it out.” Staring back into his glassy eyes, she rambled, “Sometimes you just can’t lid what you feel, sometimes it explodes out and takes over and, you just need to ride that wave and let it pass. It’s going to be rough, but,” she shrugged with uncertainty, “sometimes it just can’t be helped.”

Gran sometimes grumbled that Momo got too emotional.

And Momo herself can acknowledge that sometimes she responded too extremely. Her own emotions got the better of her and cut through any of her clever logic. That she’s caused him problems because of it.

She’s made the effort to get better, and had some reassurance from Grandma that the emotions themselves aren’t bad, they were there for her and reflected who she was, it’s all about the outlet.

Gazing at Okarun, his emotions really did bring out a big outlet. “So, maybe just let it be, those emotions should fade after a while.” It was calm here, he should relax here, right?

Okarun sighed out some smoke. “What a bummer.”

“Yeah, I’d love to cuddle with my boyfriend right now.”

She fell back on the bed, pouting at the ceiling, inwardly cursing the Serpo, and herself for getting Okarun into this position. Only to squeal when Okarun nudged her side, hitting that right spot that made her ticklish.

“Don’t do that!” she cried out, rolling away from him, glaring over her shoulder to see him clacking his teeth. If she didn’t know better, he was snickering at her.

Then Okarun stood up, his hunched form easily coming to tower over her, straining against her ceiling.

“Okarun?” Momo asked, peering up at the looming yokai. His whole frame was shadowed now, with only his big glowing glasses to shine down at her. She knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her, but she can’t deny that this was intimidating.

Tentatively, Okarun set his hands on either side of her bed, and started to ease him on the bed carefully, spreading his weight as much as possible for the groaning frame. Gradually, he laid himself on the bed, though his legs stuck out on it, Momo partially nestled underneath him. With a bit of squirming, Momo got herself comfortable, hugging his arm as she settled. Reaching out with her “hand”, she pulled back the latest book she’s been reading, offering to read it aloud.

Okarun gave no answer, but didn’t move, happy to hold and cuddle with her.

With a shrug, she started to read her book aloud, until her voice got laced with grogginess, and her eyes started to get heavy. It didn’t take much longer for her to fall to the temptation of sleep, safe in the yokai’s arms. Only to be jarred awake when Okarun started to twitch.

He himself had gone lax for a while, and not long after she had settled, only now his body started to spasm. Momo laid still, watching as he shrunk down until he was back to himself, his hair dark, no traces of grey skin or red lines on him. Though his clothes were ruined from the elongated transformation. Returned to normal as he was, he still partially laid on top of her, holding her tight with one arm.

Reaching out, she took off his glasses and set them out on the nightstand, then she brought out some of her baggier clothes for him with her telekinesis, so they’ll be available when he wakes. She yawned and wiggled in his hold. She gave one last poke to his now squishy face, grinning as he made a face, before she relaxed in his grasp.

If Okarun shifted like that again, she hoped cuddles were enough to help soothe the beast, at least until he was able to figure it out himself.

Okarun's form is based on this really cool design drawn by @cnmcn

#dandadan #dandadan fic #momo ayase #okarun #yokai okarun #turbo okarun #seiko ayase #ken takakura #turbo granny

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