Lives within these Kinds

[Beowulf]

A yawn escaped my lips as consciousness slowly returned to me. Why was my bed so comfy? I rubbed my eyes tiredly, opening them to an unfamiliar ceiling. "What the fuck?" I murmured sitting up. Everything….was wrong. All of my belongings were set up, but I was in a room I could not recognize.

Slowly everything dawned on me, that I had no clue where I was. Getting out of bed, I rushed over and threw open the windows to try and see where I was. The view was breathtaking. "Why the hell am I in Japan?" I asked in awe, witnessing Tokyo Tower in all of its glory. I had lived in a small midwest American town most of my life, so to see so many buildings in such a compact area was jarring.

My eyes turned to a TV playing a newsreel. I walked over as if in a trance. It was coverage of an ongoing war. I shuddered seeing images of New York on fire. This wasn't real, was it? Then images of Kanmusu were shown, and a pit formed in my stomach. I was in Kancolle! My fists tightened and I gritted my teeth.

"You dropped me in Kancolle and you didn't even let me become a boat?" I yelled out to whichever possible R.O.B. might be listening. I kicked my foot at the table in anger, only to clutch my foot in pain. Yep, still human. I decided to explore my new living area if only to take my mind off of the fact I had been separated from most of my family.

Walking through the building, I discovered it was a rather small apartment, still the price must be astronomical for Tokyo. Walking into what must be a small living room, I froze seeing someone sitting on a couch reading a book.

It was a rather beautiful woman with shoulder-length gray hair and yellow eyes. So I wasn't the only one here? The Aspergers made socializing rather hard.

"Um hello there." I said trying to break the ice so I can't get accused of sneaking up on someone and possibly arrested. The woman in question peeked up from the book she had been reading, glasses perched on her nose as she looked over at me.

"Oh, shit, 'sup there? M' Masumi, who are you?" she asked, not seeming as shaken as me.

"James, though I occasionally go by Seashell." I responded slightly on edge, making her eyes light up in surprise as she focused slightly more on me.

"Oh shit, it's the horny one." she stated.

My eyes widened as I apparently didn't think this through. It's one thing to be known as the horn dog of your discord group, it's another thing to have someone bringing it up in an actual conversation!

"Y-yeah I'm the horny one."I replied, rubbing the back of my neck nervously, while my face turned a very deep red.

"You know me as Cilantro, mate." she added, raising her arm in a wave, only to accidentally drop the book on her head.

Her identity surprised me before I winced as that collision looked like it hurt.

"Motherfucker." she groaned, rubbing her head in pain. I decided I had to make a joke for old time's sake.

"Takes a bite out of Cilantro." I stated acting like I was biting something, as Cilantro's eyes widened at the joke. I always made the joke about biting her, due to her name.

"Ow this is a crime!" she whined stomping her foot against the carpeted floor in a faux anger.

I continued doing biting motions with my teeth, while Cilantro's eyes narrowed before she threw the book at me missing completely by 10 feet. The interactions between us managed to slightly calm me down as I pulled Cilantro into a deep hug. Normally I had a harder time getting so close to someone that I didn't know in person, but I was just glad not to be alone.

"I am not fully alone." I said, my voice coming out as a mumble as I tried not to cry. Cilantro seemed to sense my pain as she hugged me back, patting my back. The emotions finally hit me like a freight train, and I started crying.


"My fam-family is just gone, we are in Kancolle and they didn't even let us be boats!" I stated, crying at the injustice. If you're going to pull me away from my family and drop me in Japan, at least give me purpose!

"Ah.... yeah." she replied, pulling me deeper into the hug as she rested her head on my shoulder.

I stiffened feeling some tears begin to drip onto my shoulder, so she had probably lost someone too. I then paused as my mind drifted to a more pressing manner, as we pulled away from the hug.

"We are in Tokyo Japan, in an apartment that doesn't look cheap, how are we going to pay for this place!? I asked, concerned. We had a place for now, but if we couldn't pay we would be kicked out! The idea of being homeless in another country made me shiver. I did not…..want to lose this place.

Cilantro let out a sigh before picking up some papers that were sitting on a table.

"Apparently, we have a lifeline." she told me, handing me some papers. I took the papers confused looking down at them.

"What are these?" I asked confused but hoping it was something good.

"Filed job applications, they say approved." Cilantro explained lifting a weight off of my shoulders. I looked through my papers nodding at the somewhat decent pay before wincing at the required hours.

"45-50-hour work weeks? Most of the time, I worked from 25 to 30 hours! The last time I tried pulling 40 hours I hit burnout." I mumbled concerned. Many people could handle more work hours, but I was not most people. I accepted the situation begrudgingly while trying to ignore the burnout I knew would eventually come to backfire on me.

Masumi noticed my tension as she pulled me into a half hug making me blush.

"We'll survive even if it runs us ragged." she said, trying to calm me as I nodded, with a frown on my face. At least I had someone to be with me, in this new world I was in.

"It is definitely going to run us ragged if what I have heard of the Japanese work system is correct" I stated, sighing. Japan was known for many things. A good workplace culture was not exactly one of them.

"Mhm" she replied to my words, lightly bonking her head which made me giggle.





A lone re-class pulled herself to shore groaning lightly as the exhaustion set into her. She stood taller than most abyssals at an astounding 6 feet 7 inches in height. Far taller than most abyssals, and far taller than a Re-class should ever realistically become.

She had avoided her fellow abyssals and the so-called traitor boats. She scoffed at this. Traitor boats?

The Re class had been born in anger, and yet she couldn't even remember where the anger originated from. Just mindless anger. If she brought this up to her fellow abyssal, they stared at her like she was defective. That wasn't even the worst part. Her hands drifted south to a bulging mass hidden within her outfit.

An 11-inch dick, 8 inches wide with a knot. The Re class grits her teeth in anger as she glares at the monstrosity between her legs. This thing had given her nothing but trouble ever since it was discovered by her bitch of an aircraft carrier princess. Ordered to "breed the next generation of abyssals". The Re class had told her superior no.

There was no affection in such an existence. Her princess had laughed back, as what abyssal needed affection? This had gone back and forth before her princess had stripped both of them of their clothes and tried to force herself on the Re. The Re could remember the terror of her princess pinning her down as her wet opening neared Re's dick. This was her fault, her princess had told her. If she had just submitted willingly.

The Re had recoiled in horror as she didn't ask for this, nor did she want this. So in retaliation, Re had, without thinking, fired her tail main gun on the princess. That was when it all went to hell. She remembered the rapid retreat from her Princesses base, even as she had to gun down her former allies. The abyssal fleets would soon fall upon the Demon who had the audacity to gun down her superior. So the Re-class with nowhere to go had decided to sneak into the lands of humanity, to try and avoid the wrath of her former allies.

The Re class curled into a ball and began crying. Curse the abyss, and curse her bitch of a princess………..

 

[Seashell Prince]

Truly a Re Daily Wife Life. Me and Cilantro going too be making a Re surely happy!