by Imai-chi 1st March 2019, 11:04 am
Zzz…
Usually, people would want to sleep peacefully, gaining sweet rest throughout the night and recovering from a long and tiring day of labor. Imai gained his rest and recovery, but every morning, he usually began fantasizing and spreading out his arms and legs as if he was… partly possessed by something and partly getting laid. His hormones exploded in the morning, and there were many signs of that. A careless guy like him would always brush it off and continue his slumber when he actually woke up for once, but until then…
He just soared around his thoughts. He was in his own, private bedroom at the Sabertooth HQ inside Yggdrasil… or was it ‘on’ Yggdrasil… whatever. He was in his private space, so he could think of anything without repercussions. He would think of… how weird it was to be an Ace. He felt no authority, and ironically, the feeling of standing above others was what he feared the most when he was selected by the Guildmaster. He hated leading others and feared his own lack of maturity as some kind of ticking bomb. Luckily, he had been through a lot… and he was still standing on his feet, because whenever he was close to screwing shit up, his guild had his back. It almost brought a subconscious tear to trickle down his face.
Speaking of guild… he was fairly well-informed about all the members. Kenna-nee most, since the two of them share a strong bond tied with both trust, love and sorrow. It was like a poem; the departure of a kind friend brought them closer together. As brother and sister… he would be more than joyous to see them get along so well together. Imai knew that he had no worries now that his tall rock waved at them from heaven.
How cool was it to have a demon sister? He had seen Kenna-nee’s transformation first-hand, and she had the smoothest horns on the front of her head! Right above the forehead, two crimson spikes just grew out, and instead of making her look grim and ugly, he almost revered it as natural beauty. Man, he didn’t want to become some kind of cultist who revered demons as saviors or superior overlords or anything like that, but his interests in the occult and ethereal knew few bounds. And she looked great overall… wew.
That also reminded him that alongside Kenna-nee, another demoness roamed in the guild. She was responsible for several weeks of no sleep - without her presence, even. It almost drove him insane, and just remembering her, he rose up from his bed and felt sweat pearls shoot off from his face. His face had contorted into an unstable, perverted smile for a few moments before his head restarted and shook him back to the reality of waking up early in the morning. Damn it, he had a few more hours to sleep, didn’t he?! And now he also had to wait five minutes before standing up, or pain would shoot through his gutter like a pressurized flamethrower.
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Back at the common area, the dragon-slaying demoness was looking thoroughly across the content of a request when a spinning top landed right next to the paper on the table. It was none other than Galaxy Pegasus, the magical horse that flies through space and the stars! Kenna-nee, given she had introduced the ancient item to the star lad, would likely notice the bey immediately. Imai came flopping over the table as he laid on his stomach and rested his chin over his two hands in a curious fashion, smiling right at Kenna-nee. “Morning, sis!” he greeted her cheerfully, donning his white scarf and bluish attire. The headband with Sabertooth’s guild crest was proudly worn as well.
He finally got to see the contents of the job as well. “… H-Huh? Missing kid… that’s bad news! Hey, let me go with you - I know you’re going, so let me, uh, offer my support and all…!”
WC: 672