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Should You Find Yourself Surrounded by Enemies, Kyū-Kyū-Nyo-Ritsu-Ryō!

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We have been separated for the nth time amidst the crowd at this cosplay convention, and each time it is hell for me to wade though that in my bulky costume to reunite with Gin-san and Kagura-chan. And in this kind of weather too… I swear, I must have sweat buckets. May hell befall the writer of this fanfic who gave the other two lighter costumes while I have to wear this crap! Apparently she is too lazy to drag her bum to the con by herself to purchase those limited edition hand-crafted action figures that she drooled all over the Yorozuya's floor about, and so she said she would pay us to get them (not that we mind about that last bit). Did I mention she's a die-hard fan of Onmyōji, and insisted on getting the voice actor connections right? Yes, that means she stuck Gin-san and Kagura-chan in Kurodōji and… Kagura costumes respectively. But why am I here, sharing voice actor with zero characters from the game, you ask? Well, the author of this fic had the excellent idea of having me dress up as Nurikabe.

Now I understand what Candace Flynn feels at the end of episode 16 of Phineas and Ferb.

"What the hell are you doing?" I say when I catch sight of them again at a food stall. Seriously, these two, "Stop buying treats! That money is for buying the action figures, not wasting on that stuff!"

"What are you talking about, Shinpachi?" he says, cream and syrup from his ice-cream cone smeared all around his mouth, while Kagura-chan has already taken his tall hat and is stuffing mountains of nmaibō into it, "This is a one-in-a-million chance! Better enjoy it while it lasts!"

"Do you want to get paid or not? Quit whatever you're doing right now! We need to hurry, or those figures will be sold out!" Kagura-chan apparently gives up after the nmaibō fall out of Gin-san's hat as she places it back atop his head again and begins wolfing them down, "Scratch that, I bet they're already sold out while we're too busy stopped and photographed and, in my case, got graffiti drawn on my costume and… eh?"

My words fall on deaf ears as Gin-san's focus turns on another cosplayer who squeezes mayonnaise onto his snack.