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Yo-kai Specs	By : joekun626 Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > General Views: 3735 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Yo-kai Watch, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Mt. Wildwood was so boring!

Not only was this boy forced to come camping every so often by his parents (who thought he needed to be outside more often,) there was nothing to do besides get bit by insects and develop painful sunburn because his dad forgot the lotion again. What do they expect a kid to do out here in the wilderness, anyway? Make friends with a bear?

Since he was only a few feet tall, the young lad couldn't see too high in front of himself, and repeatedly hit his head on wild branches whenever his parents brought him on "family hikes" higher up the mountain every day. The constant aching in his head, scratchy feeling on his legs from the tall grass, and annoying itching of bug bites made these "family bonding" trips into nothing but a waste of a good weekend. To make things worse, as soon as this was over, he would have to return to school with not even a day of sleep to show for it. Being a kid just plain wasn't fair!

Trip after trip, the annoyed boy always thought that nothing could make Mt. Wildwood anything more than an itchy borefest for him - until he met a strange woman that would change his life forever.

"Come on, little guy! You're kinda cute, you know that?"

He had met her by pure accident while hiking with his parents, his wandering mind getting sidetracked by a mysterious noise.

He didn't know her name or anything about her, especially why she was leading a young boy like himself away into the wilderness. She was about his height, but this was no kid--she was an adult. Her purple eyes seemed to look past the boy's and force him to come along with her, but something about those eyes made him feel safe. For some reason, going along with her felt like the natural thing to do. That, and she had a few tricks to flip a growing boy's switch:

"I bet you're discovering girls now, right? Well, look at this!" In one swipe, she grabbed the rims of her black dress and yanked it down. The strange, body-hugging clothing she wore looked hard to pull, seeing as it was tied around her by some kind of ribbon, but the curious, growing boy's mind didn't care about the logic; he was only interested in the pair of breasts in full view. They were an impressive size for her stature, but it wasn't as if the boy knew any better at the time--all he saw was boobs, and the smirk on the woman's face as she enjoyed having an audience. "You can touch 'em, if you want. I won't get mad."

The boy reached out, his hands trembling as stared at her round, pale-skinned breasts. His hands were about to cup them and finally get his first feel of a girl ever--something the boy had dreamed about since finding one of his father's adult magazines--and the anticipation he felt was amazing. The woman chuckled as his hands approached, the boy's hands just sheer moments from touching her breasts ...

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"WAKE UP! COME ON, WAKE UP!"

I sat up in bed, breathing heavy and feeling beads of cold sweat run down my face. I blinked, seeing an angry-looking Insomni floating in front of me with her fists clenched.

"Come on, lazy! It's grocery day! Get moving!" Insomni commanded. She reached down and grabbed the blanket covering me, giving it a hard pull and tossing it to the floor. "You know better than to sleep in this house!"

"This isn't a house," I replied, groggy. I rubbed my eyes and turned, sitting on the side of my bed with my feet planted on the floor. "Why do I have to go so early? It can't be past eight ..."

"It's two o'clock." I heard Hanako respond. I looked up, seeing her facing me as she sat in my office chair. "We would go, but there's that pesky 'food would be floating in mid-air' problem that keeps occurring for some reason." Although she was teasing me, her voice was deadpan--she was clearly tired of waiting for me, too. "Come on now, get up. We're hungry."

"Fine, I'm up ..." I stood from my bed, stretching out my arms and yawning loudly. I looked around for a pair of pants, finding jeans in a wrinkled heap near my TV stand. As I was fastening the button, I was blinded by a bright red color covering my vision. I reached for whatever was on my face--a red shirt--and turned it around to look at it. On the front was a pink H behind a black silhouette of Hanako's head. I lowered the shirt and gave her a look.

"I had some human-size shirts made for you. Yo-kai can see you before you can see them, so it's good advertising." Hanako explained casually, shrugging her shoulders. "That, and it's not wrinkled and dirty like everything else you have."

"Uh-huh. Your partner, the walking billboard." I muttered, giving her a slight smile. I finished dressing, slipping my shoes on as I headed for the door.

"Wait! Not yet!"

Just as I reached for the doorknob, I paused at the sound of Insomni's voice. A moment later, Insomni and Hanako were floating around me.

Hanako ran her hands down my chest, back, and legs to straighten out obvious wrinkles in my clothes. Insomni had a comb in one hand and was trying to fix my messy bed-head. My glasses disappeared from my face in a flash as I saw a blurry Hanako cleaning the lens with a silk cloth, restoring my vision a moment later. Insomni reached down and dropped a few Yo-kai medals into my pocket. After their grooming of me was complete, both girls leaned in close to me and I felt a kiss on both of my cheeks.

"Bring back something good," Hanako said.

"And be quick about it," Insomni added.

"Yes, ma'am and ma'am." I nodded. I opened the door and stepped outside, looking at the beautiful day around me. Ever since Insomni and Hanako-san came into my life, I ventured out from my little "cave" a lot more often, and surprisingly I had even started to enjoy it. Gently closing the door behind me, I headed for the stairs.

As my foot hit the final step, I felt a strange chill run down my spine. I paused in my step, standing perfectly still save for my entire body beginning to shiver. I could hear a strange laugh, but I saw no source when I darted my eyes around. I chalked it up to the girls having the TV turned up too loud and stepped off the stairs, heading around the apartment building for Flower Road.

When I took my first step into the long shop-filled tunnel, the smell of freshly-cooked meat and ramen noodles passed my nose. It was quite a tempting aroma, making me consider putting groceries aside and having some lunch to myself first. The girls wouldn't be thrilled that I ate out without inviting them, but what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them, right? Deciding I would take the risk, I headed for the source of the delicious scent: North Wind Ramen restaurant.

"Hey there! Welcome!"

I smiled at the man behind the counter who greeted me, returning the eager wave he gave me. His glasses were fogged up from the steam pouring out of hot ramen bowls, and his afro-looking patch of blonde hair was covered by a thin black hairnet. The scruffy blonde goatee on his chin looked like he rarely groomed it, and I genuinely hoped he used a hairnet for it as well.

I sat down on a stool, looking at the menu on the wall; each dish sounded more tempting than the last. Just before I opened my mouth, something caught my eye: an unattended bowl of ramen was on the counter next to me. A pair of chopsticks was floating above them, picking up the ramen noodles and holding up them, the noodles disappearing moments later with a slurping noise. How could this guy not notice this?!

"I'll ... uh ..." I looked at the man, who waited with a smile as I decided. "I'll just take a regular ramen bowl, please."

"Nice n' plain! Comin' up!" The man gave me a thumbs up, walking back into the kitchen. Once he was out of sight, I looked back at the floating chopsticks and reached for my glasses, tapping the button and watching the world in front of me turn a light shade of purple. A figure began to form in front of me, giving the chopsticks a holder: a purple cat with twin tails.

His right ear had a chip out of it, and he wore a black leather jacket and pants. Cool-looking sunglasses covered his eyes, and the tips of his tails were covered in bright green fireballs. From behind his glasses, I could see his right eye had an ugly scar over it. The most noticeable thing about him was a huge pompadour hairdo sticking out from his head; it didn't look like he had enough fur on his body to have hair that big. When I pressed my glasses' button once more to restore my normal vision, the cat looked over at me.

"What are nya lookin' at, punk?" The cat asked. "You see somethin' ya like, human?"

"No, not really," I replied. I watched as the cat reached into his jacket pockets and pulled out a sharp, deadly ... chocolate bar. I mentally sighed in relief; I thought he was going to pull out a switchblade or something just because I looked at him. He tore the candy wrapper violently, breaking the chocolate bar into pieces and dropping it all over his ramen. The idea of chocolate-flavored ramen was disgusting to me, but the purple cat seemed very content as he took bites of candy and noodles.

"Chocobars and ramen ... the grub of real champs." The cat sighed happily, licking around his mouth. He looked back at me, holding up a fist--or what looked like one, anyway. "What are nya lookin' at?! You got a problem? You wannya go?!"

"No," I said. "I'm sorry for staring, I've just never seen anyone put candy in ramen. How are you not getting caught by the guy over there?" I asked, pointing at the man visible through the kitchen window. "I know people can't see Yo-kai, but you're making stuff float."

"Eh, he's too busy to notice." The cat replied. "Mind yer own business, fleshy soul." What kind of insult was that?

"My bad," I said. I heard the clatter of a bowl hitting the counter in front of me; the man had returned with my breakfast, a smile on his face. He handed me a pair of chopsticks and gave me a nod, turning and walking back into the kitchen. I fumbled with the chopsticks; not being used to them always made eating with them a challenge. From the first slurp, the noodles felt like heaven in my mouth--I'm glad I decided to do this.

"So how are you seein' me, anyway?" The cat spoke up as I ate.

"I have these weird glasses that have a Yo-kai-seein' lens in 'em," I explained. "Freak accident from a watch shop."

"Oh yeah? So a Yo-kai Watch ain't fancy enough for nya? You gotta be some kinda special snowflake?" The cat loudly slurped on his noodles again, following by crunching on the chocobar chunk. "Are all humans like that nyow? Gotta be different than everyone else?"

"Aren't you supposed to be a rebel? Isn't being different your thing?" I asked. He remained quiet. "Besides, my watch doesn't have the right light. I can only use medals with it."

"I dunnyo, sounds to be like you just had to be special." I heard the cat's chopsticks hit the counter and looked over as he finished the soup broth and emptied the bowl. He reached into his pocket once again but kept his paw closed as he dropped something on the counter, sliding it my way. With somehow perfect reflexes, I held out my right hand and caught whatever he gave me.

When I opened my hand, I was surprised at his gift: a Yo-kai medal. It was an original gray medal and had a very cool-looking picture of the cat leaning down and looking at the viewer from behind. Two chocobars were sticking out of his mouth, and some Japanese text was written next to him.

"Thanks ... uh ..." I paused, realizing I didn't know his name.

"Baddinyan." He replied, jumping down from the stool. He shoved his paws in his jacket pockets, walking for the door. The way he carried himself created an unpleasant air around him like he thought he was the world's biggest badass. "Call me if nya need some muscle, snowflake!" Baddinyan called as he walked out.

What a jerk.

"How was your meal?"

I spun back around, seeing the cook looking at me with a slip of paper in his hand held towards me. I took it and I could almost feel the frown form on my face as I read the price; it was fortunate that I did this before spending money on anything else. It didn't take that large of a chunk out of my grocery funds, but it was enough that Hanako would lecture me on needless spending. Mentally shedding a tear as myself and my money parted ways, I gave the cook a wave and headed for the door.

I left the shop, stretching out my arms and yawning as I headed across the road. I was still tired from being woken up at all, but luckily I didn't have anything to worry about except feeding two dead ladies. Looking into my wallet, it occurs to me that buying expensive meat and other food from the shops in Flower Road probably wouldn't be in the cards right now.

Where was a single shut-in to go when they don't have much for money? Everymart!

Nothing beats the low prices and quick meals of a convenience store. That, and it was the only place I could get Insomni's candy and Hanako's favorite chips. Thinking on it, why was I going grocery shopping in Flower Road? There's nothing here that we even eat!

Oh well, the ramen was good and I made a new friend--or at least, I think he's my friend.

It was great that Everymart was just a quick walk away, but I wasn't going to leave the road anytime soon; a news crew was gathering at the exit, along with a woman and a shaking, traumatized-looking young boy. I walked towards the group, leaning against a wall and pretending to check my phone as the report started.

"This is Springdale News, here with a breaking news report." A blonde-haired woman in a professional-looking suit said into the camera, holding a microphone to her mouth. "The mystery woman of mount wildwood has struck again, this time with a young boy who was spending the day on the mountain with his mother. We have the boy and his mother here, just minutes after this tragedy struck."

The reporter bent down, holding the microphone near the boy. The boy looked very unhappy, shuffling away from her a bit to keep his distance.

"What happened? Did the lady say anything to you?" The reporter asked in a gentle voice. "If you're okay, would you tell me what happened, please?" The boy slowly nodded, clutching the blanket wrapped around him. It wasn't even cold outside, why did he need a blanket?

"T-The lady ... she had purple hair, and s-she said that if I came with her she had some mountain chocolate, and I d-didn't know what that was, but I wanted it, so I went with her ..." The boy stammered as he spoke. "I told her that I should go back to my mom, but she said whatever she wants, she gets, and she g-got real mad ... she kept looking at me and talking about how my clothes, a-and she said that they would look better on the ground."

"On the ground?" The reporter asked. "The lady wanted you to take your clothes off?"

"Y-Yeah, she had some dress on, and s-she showed me her boobs and I said I could touch her, b-but I knew I shouldn't so I ran away ..." Yeah, he ran from boobs. I'll bet. I stayed silent as he continued. "She started chasing me, and she could fly so her feet didn't touch the ground, and she knocked me over ... but then my mom found me and the boob-lady disappeared."

The reporter stood up and leaned in next to the camera man, muttering something about "deleting that profanity." By this point, I was done listening; I had heard enough. The reporter started speaking to the boy's mother, but rather than interrupt I decided to leave the road the opposite way.

The shopping trip at Everymart was uneventful, save for finding a new box promising "pizza in minutes!" which is always nice. I picked up some more soda for myself and Hanako, along with Insomni's multiple bags of candy and Hanako's chips and snacks. On my walk home, however, I couldn't get that boy's report out of my head.

"The boob-lady." As a kid, I remember thinking of that same name for someone, but I couldn't place who. As a matter of fact, his whole event description seemed oddly familiar, but I just couldn't figure out where I had heard it before. Did I read about it online? Did I see it on TV a long time ago? And what about "what she wants, she gets?" I've only heard something like that from one person, and ... nah, couldn't be.

Then again, Damona was basically taunting me when I saw that news report on TV a few days ago. That was definitely her, and seeing those piercing eyes of her just drove me into some kind of strange panic. I pitied that boy, especially if he had encountered Damona, but it just seemed so ... well, impossible wasn't the word I was looking for.

Damn it! Why was this Yo-kai woman so confusing?! It was like she knew me, but I'd never met her before! What the fuck is going on?!

...

"You've got problems."

That was Hanako's explanation when I told her about the day's happenings, along with my own questions about why it seemed so close-to-home. It wasn't exactly what I wanted to hear, but she wasn't one for being subtle.

"Well, fucking clearly," I replied bluntly. "Pardon the quote, but I see dead people. That's not a personal problem, but it would be to society."

"Damona clearly has some kind of power over you. Did she inspirit you once?" Hanako asked. She floated above my bed, sliding her finger on the Yo-kai Pad screen.

"How should I know? I'm trying to figure that out if you're following along." I said. "Anyway, here's your chips." I grabbed the bag out of the Everymart shopping bag and tossed them her way, which she caught without a pause. "Can you find anything out?"

"It says here that Damona was the ruler of the underworld, but having that power made her lose the ability to express emotions ... which is weird since she's definitely emoted before," Hanako commented. "She seems all-too-familiar with you, but you have no clue why, so ... this doesn't tell us too much, unfortunately."

"You've had her, haven't you?!"

Insomni floated in front of me, pouty face at the ready and fists clenched.

"I knew it! You had your way with her in that forest! You big cheat!" Insomni beat on my chest with her fists. "Am I not good enough for you?!"

"Calm down!" I protested, gently pushing her away. "You know better, drama queen!" Insomni sighed, nodding.

"Yeah, I do." She said. "But times like these call for relationship drama."

"Well, you win the award, so quit it," I said. "Anyway, what should I do now? She gave me her medal, so should I call her here and talk about it?"

"I wouldn't," Hanako said. "If things get out of hand, she could destroy our home. If you're going to do something about this, you should probably go back to where you met her."

"Without fucking a prize machine this time!" Insomni chimed in. "We don't want another one of those ... her ... on our hands!"

"But I don't want to," I replied, sitting down on my office chair and turning to my laptop on the table. "She makes me uncomfortable and I'd like to avoid that. Besides, she'd probably just try to seduce me!"

"So you're just going to sit on your ass while she abuses boys?" Insomni snapped, floating towards me and grabbing my arm, yanking me from my seat. "You're going to be the hero whether you like it or not! Now get going!" She started to push me towards the front door. "You have our medals if things go wrong, so go be a hero and stop the molester!"

"The molester?" I asked. "What country is this-"

"IRRELEVANT!" Both girls interrupted me. I turned around, seeing them both pointing at the door. I sighed and shook my head. Why did they want me to do this? What would I gain from making Damona stop?

I stepped outside and closed the door behind me, heading for the stairs. Insomni said to call Hanako and herself "if things go wrong."

I was more curious on what could possibly go right.
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