/jp/ - Otaku Culture

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As Ranni said, our time was brief, and I integrated the three in the news about Son Biten—omitting all the sexual stuff, 'course, Chen's not even 180 years old yet—Ranni quickly elaborating imaginative ways of keeping an eye on the monkey—I ignored in favor of playing with Chen: it's not like I'll be working as a spy anymore.

Soon the reunion reached its end, and Ranni and Chen left through a gap, leaving me and the reporter alone. Holstering my spork over my shoulder and glancing at her, I could feel a certain uneasiness. It spoke lots of her experience—she can probably fight me enough to find to run away unscathed, and I bet she had much closer calls than that ball of dirt from earlier.

… I wonder if she's hiding something. Nah, doubt it. Ranni wouldn't have brought her into this if she hadn't had total confidence Aya is trustworthy.

"So, Ayaya," I break the silence, rising flight. "Why you so jumpy?"

"I'm not jumpy, just a bit overzealous about safety at the moment, erm…" She follows me, and, holy, she's fast! She caught up in a fraction of a second. "Ran didn't mention it for brevity's sake, but I'm—" her arms clutched her stomach with a slight smile. "—pregnant right now."

I come to a full stop, staring at her as if she had grown a second head. I expected a punchline that never came, and Aya was beet-red. "So… You're telling me that you're pregnant and, at the same time, participating in pranking a Gensokyo Sage? One of the most powerful guys around?"

"Don't need to be patronizing; I know what I'm getting into! It's just that…" She tried to search for words—a reporter without words, amazing—but my mind was quick to join the pieces—OH FUCK, I shot at a pregnant woman! The realization made me burn red.

"Uh, s-sorry for that earlier—the dirt ball—if I had known, eh…" I stumble on my words, and, for the first time in a long while, I want to bury myself in a hole. Aya just giggles.

"Wow, Toutetsu of the Underworld apologizing for trying to kill a pregnant woman? That sounds like an amazing scoop—"

"I'll actually kill you and raise your babies as mine." My tone is dry and cold, and it makes her shiver. Good. I click my tongue. "Anon's the father?" Fear turned to confusion and surprise. "Damn, that guy got Ran on the ropes already, and now you too?" I sigh. "How many permissions will I have to get to eat one of his arms?"

"Wait, wha—"

"Anyway—your pregnancy shouldn't affect much the backdoor Okina will slap onto you, but be careful, though; your kids may be born superpowered or something." Aya stares, enveloping her belly with greater force, and, man, it was so fucking adorable. "Meh, don't worry, it won't mutate the brats or cause any harm." On a surface level that seemed to calm her.

"Uhm… So, why did you join this alliance?"

"I made it."

"Oh, so you're friends with Anon—"

"Nope. Did it because Okina babbled about Yukari doing something weird and that it was for me to scout around; saw that Ran was miserable, pinpointed why, and decided to convince Okina to help her—and here we are." Aya had immediately reached for a little flip book and pen and was writing everything with clear experience. Tsc, a reporter at heart… "Don't go around publishing about that UNTIL after Yukari's done."

"Not like I could, anyway—she has Bunbunmaru in her grasp and is filling it with all kinds of fake news." I frowned; I should've guessed the hag was manipulating the media too. The topic, though, must've affected Aya greatly to occasion silence, and upon inspection, her eyes stared at the distance and reflected inner thoughts unfathomable to anyone not in her situation, one hand on her belly. "I fear that if I do nothing, I'd be condemning them to a life of censorship and lies… where they'll never truly know their father—or maybe wors—"

"Oi," I call her attention. "Quit that; you're plummeting my humor." She was about to say something, but I butted in. "Yukari's dollhouse is unsustainable, and her lies just pile up—eventually, it will all crumble down: so don't strain yourself, Aya. You're a spy; stay in the shadows, head low, away from danger, and protect your little ones—leave all this dangerous shit to me, your new 'fren'!" I smile devilishly, exposing two pointy rows of teeth, trying very hard to hide my anxiety; were those the best things to say? I pulled most out of my ass and although there was no lie, I still—

Aya laughed. "Wow, this is quite the contrast! You looked scary a second ago, but now you're all cuddly!" I growl, turning my face away to hide my embarrassment. "But, thanks! We—" She taps her belly lightly, smiling as sweetly as it can get. "—appreciate your words a lot!"

… I take a moment to stare, perplexed, before joining the laughter, still red and embarrassed. Beyond the general nosiness and endowment to get on people's nerves, she's lovely underneath…

Maybe that's the power of good dicking?

"So… you have names for them already?" I ask.

Aya smiles fondly.