25: The Four-Eyed Gun Enthusiast

The Four-Eyed Gun Enthusiast

~Saya's POV~2

The sun still hadn't risen yet as I crawled out of bed wearing nothing but a matching pink bra and panties set and snuck out of my bedroom. It wasn't everyday, but this was usually the time that I woke myself up so that I could get into Dante's bed and sleep with him.

'He was just so warm and big... I mean because of his body! Like- because of his muscles and stuff! Erm... like a teddy bear. Yeah, that was it!' My face began to heat up at the lewd thought that had entered my mind, however I made sure to store it for later.

Sneaking through the hall and past my mothers room, I finally made it to Dante's bedroom. Slowly and quietly, I turned the doorknob and slipped in before closing it.

There he was...

Laying on his back in the bed, Dante was in a deep sleep, peacefully taken away to dreamland. I made my way over and slipped under the covers, blushing when my eyes landed on his shirtless frame.

Eventually, I got close enough without waking him up and draped a leg over his waist before wrapping my arms around his midsection. My head gently rested on his outstretched arm as I took in his warmth, an uncontrollable smile crawling its way up to my face.

'Ah... I love my big brother so much!~'

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~Dante's POV~

I sighed in relief, hanging onto a ledge outside of the window to my bedroom.

"That was close..."

Quickly descending, I let go when there was only a little bit more left to go down, landing on my feet in a crouch. I glanced down at my body, which was a lot smaller than usual.

It was actually a white containment suit made of silicon.

This alien form was from the DNA sample of a Sonorosian and in their true form, they were actually living sound waves, which is why my power automatically created a suitable container that I could be kept in.

(The picture of Echo Echo's appearance will be here.)

However, this alien form actually had a really cool ability, which was self-duplication. The clones weren't linked to me in any way meaning that I wasn't able to feel what they felt, and that would prove to be a good thing if I were to ever get in a fight. Each one was essentially their own person but still me at the same time.

It sounded kind of weird now that I thought about it.

I had made a clone right before sneaking out of the window to act as a substitute for me while I was gone. It's purpose was to basically sleep until I eventually came back, which seemed like a pretty easy thing to do all things considered.

It felt nice outside too, a cool breeze rubbing up against me as I stayed low and made my way over to the edge of the large estate. When I had decided to leave a couple weeks ago for the coffee shop, I had spotted a few people with guns that appeared to be keeping watch over the area, and I was assuming that they were hired security guards or something.

Cutting into the forest up ahead, my body instantly morphed into a different alien creature. There was an increase in overall physical size, as well as an increase in my sensory perception, which allowed me to navigate through the forest with ease.

I was running on all fours now, orange spines covering my entire body as the sharp claws I now possessed dug into the dirt beneath my feet. Meanwhile, the three gill-like nostrils on each side of my neck opened and closed, taking in all of the different smells from my surroundings since I no longer had a pair of eyes to rely on for a basic field of vision like a normal human being.

(The picture of Wildmutt's appearance will be here.)

Eventually, I caught onto the strong scent of Tokonosu City. I began to pick up the pace after that, quickly dashing my way through the forested outskirts of the Takagi Estate.

Once I reached the very edge of the property, I leaped over the high wall that encompassed the estate before reverting back to my human form. It would've been a very weird sight to people if they just saw me as a massive Vulpimancer walking along the sidewalk like I was Clifford the big red dog or something.

After going deeper into the city, I began to roam around the area and check things out. This was what I had been doing for at least two nights out of every week. I wanted to grow familiar with my surroundings. While I glanced at everything around me, I couldn't help but focus on the businesses that could provide some form of advantage in the upcoming zombie apocalypse.

However, I didn't dwell on it for too long, considering the fact that it was really just a matter of who got to them first before they were inevitably ransacked. Weapon shops, gas stations, clothes stores... those were one of the few places that people would run to first.

In their adrenaline-fueled panic, they would even fight each other instead of banding together so that it could increase their chances of survival, attracting attention to themselves like a bunch of idiots. I couldn't really blame them, though. A lot of people would just be completely unprepared for something like that to even happen in the first place. Not to mention, many individuals would no doubt have a difficult time trusting anyone they came across.

As I walked along the footpath, my eyes spotted a gun store up ahead. It was surprisingly open at such an early hour. I mean, the sun had just barely started to rise over the horizon. It was weird to think that a gun store would be open for twenty four hours.

There was a sign above the business that told me it's name.

Aero Precision.

I thought about going inside to take a look at what they were selling even though I most likely wouldn't be eligible to buy anything. Considering the fact that this was an entirely different world, I wasn't exactly aware of the laws they abided by, especially since this was located in Japan.

It's not like they would hold any importance for much longer anyways...

Eventually, I decided to do it and made my way inside, immediately spotting a few customers occupying the small establishment. Most of them were taking a look around, checking out the firearms currently in stock while others conversed with the staff members standing around about things that I wasn't interested enough to listen in on.

Walking up to one side of the table located at the front of the shop, I leaned down to get a good look at the multitude of different handguns contained within the glass countertop. As I looked through them, I noticed a couple that I had shot before.

During my short time with Salvation, I was given proper training in a lot of subjects, and one of them just so happened to be marksmanship. Shockingly, I actually took to it really well. Ever since then, my attraction to firearms had increased by quite a bit.

Straightening back up, my eyes landed on the gun rack in front of me that held a bunch of rifles.

From out of nowhere, a voice cut into the quiet and relaxing atmosphere I had going on. "Springfield M1A1 Super Match, it's semi-automatic!" The random person standing next to me excitedly blurted out, taking quick glances between me and the gun.

It was a short and overweight guy with shoulder-length black hair that had bangs reaching down from the side of his temples stretching outwards and obscuring the sides of his face. He also wore black pants with matching black shoes and a short-sleeved olive green collared shirt.

He looked just a tad bit younger than me.

(The picture of his appearance will be here.)

"... And you are?" I asked during the awkward silence that occurred afterwards.

He pushed his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose, which glinted under the lights in the room, and cleared his throat before giving me a sheepish reply. "Erm... sorry. I've just sort of been pumped up, I guess... My name is Kohta Hirano. It's nice to meet you." The strange guy commented, rubbing the back of his head while a big grin on his face.

I simply nodded, not that bothered by it to be honest. "The name's Dante Luca... What's got you so worked up, huh?"

Just from his mannerisms, I could tell he was a socially awkward kid that didn't have many friends. There were a lot of students like that in Rowan High School, which allowed me to quickly identify him as one of them.

Not that there was anything wrong with that.

"Uh- Well, I'm going to America soon so that I can be trained by an instructor that used to work for a private military company: Blackwater, and it'll last for a month. He's an ex-captain of Delta Force."

I raised an eyebrow at that, slightly intrigued. "Wow... Good on you, man. I hope it teaches you something while you're there."

The grin on his face seemed to shine even brighter, a combination of child-like joy and excitement rolling off of him in waves. I could tell that he was genuinely looking forward to it.

"Thanks, dude!"

After a while, we had hit it off as the two of us continued talking with one another, and he eventually decided to give me his contact information before I left the gun store. Neither one of us could actually buy a firearm but he still wanted to stay a bit longer and admire all of the weapons inside.

Pulling out my phone to check the time, my eyes widened when I noticed that I had been in there for much longer than I originally thought. It wouldn't be long before either Saya or Yuriko woke up and noticed that I was gone, which made me start legging it back towards the house in a hurry.

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