Crossover Fan Fiction / Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction / Tenchi Muyo Fan Fiction ❯ Reason And Accountability ❯ Mushoku Tensei ( Chapter 39 )

I sensed another portal from the bosslady. Komachi was with me when the wobbling window opened in the hallway of the house. We’d just finished dinner cleanup.

“Hey, looks like I have a job,” I announced, going to get my shoes. I put them on. Komachi raised and eyebrow and joined me, still wearing her apron.

“I’m coming too,” Komachi said with determination.

“Okay, if you like,” I offered. She’s been to Skyrim. She’s got magic too. Should be interesting. These trips usually are.

I stepped through the portal and emerged in a small white room, Komachi emerging beside me. There were three people, one wearing a mask, the other two being an elf with white hair and a blonde guy who looked really surprised, his hand on a scroll that was glowing.

“You rang?” I asked him in my Japanese. Komachi moved about the room. I think that’s what I was meant to say.

“Ummm… yes? Laplace?” he asked. I raised an eyebrow.

“No. You were expecting that person?” I asked.

“No, but…well. Someone came. And you’re Japanese,” said the very non-Japanese blonde guy in good Japanese.

“You must be an isekai. Is this a magical world?” I confirmed. He pointed down to all the magic circles inked onto parchment scrolls around his feet. “So that’s a yes, then.” A noise in my head reminded me of the job.

“Ah, is there a Nanahosi? I’ve got a portal home to Chiba, Japan 2011 if you like. It might not be your Chiba, but its close enough you’ll fit in once you get your paperwork figured out.” The girl in the mask stood up, removing the plain white and revealing a reasonably pretty girl with long black hair, looked to be in high school.

“I… I didn’t expect success so soon,” she admitted. “Take me home, please.” The noise in my head rang again and this time Komachi looked up sharply, hearing it as well. When Death speaks to you, you don’t get words or even images. It is deeper than language. You just understand.

“Take off your sunglasses, miss,” I pointed to the elf. She froze then. Then I realized she didn’t understand Japanese.

“Ah, ask her to take them off, wizard,” I suggested to the boy. He raised an eyebrow and said something in a weird language I’ve never heard before. It wasn’t from Earth, but this planet. The elf slowly lifted her hands and removed her ridiculous 1990’s fashion sunglasses from those terrible punk-rock anime people like to forget they enjoyed back then. When characters had jackets or capes with big shoulder pads and all chins were sharp points because they were easier to draw.

A pretty girl with white hair and drooping pointed elf ears. “Now, picture her with green hair,” I ordered the boy. She blushed at the exposure and he did too at my words. Then he leaned forwards and kissed her.

“Okay, time for us to go. I think they’re going to be christening your floor in a minute,” I offered my hand to Nanohoshi-san. Komachi sprinted for the Portal and was gone. I dragged Nanahoshi through as well and we were gone. Unlike Laplace, there was no explosive teleportation accident this time. Death is more subtle.

I flipped on the TV when we returned and retrieved the guest futon for Komachi’s room.

“We’ve got barley tea and some leftover miso soup if you want some. I’ll go heat up the furo. I can’t imagine that place has proper baths. The news played on the TV, the calming evening news from Tokyo about this anime, that starlet scandal, the usual corruption arrests, and this and that building project delays causing traffic backups. It was the news of any big city. Nanahoshi stared, then accepted the offer of Miso, which Komachi heated up for her, along with an onigiri to nibble.

“They didn’t have white rice there. Didn’t know how to mill it. I’ve been stuck there for five years, unable to age, and keeping company with a dangerous loon who killed people pretty often.” She enjoyed the onigiri and I found some sauces to dip it in.

“Ah, I haven’t had this sauce in years. So good. I missed home. Hey, do you know who that guy actually was? He never told me his name here,” she admitted.

“Ah, he actually died saving you from getting hit by a truck. He was 35, a shut in. It was raining that night, right?” I answered, getting the information from Death directly.

“Yeah. Any idea what happened to my friends?” she asked.

“Umm. Looks like one got teleported with you and probably isekaied but may have… yes, he died over this years ago. The other didn’t get teleported, shoved clear by your friend the wizard and is still living at his home. Its been three weeks since the incident. Your family would probably like to hear from you. I’d appreciate you contact them somewhere public and not mention me or my home here. I’m only a part time helper.”

“You part time for a portal maker that can reach other worlds?” Nanahoshi asked skeptically.

“Yes. Don’t ask. It is way weirder than you think.”

“Hachiman? Is that you?” asked the sleepy voice of Pyrrha Nikos, descending the stairs. She stared at me an my oddly dressed guest, then went to the fridge and poured herself a glass of barley tea.

“Hey,” she said in English.

“Ohayo gozaimasu,” offered Nanahoshi. She clearly didn’t speak English at all.

“She says hello, Pyrrha. Sorry if we woke you. Had a job. Want some dinner? I was afraid to wake you from your nap earlier,” I said. She waved it off.

“Ah, thanks, its fine. Yes, I could eat. Who is your friend?” she asked me.

“I rescued her. Sort of an isekai, only it was meant to be one-way trip and her arrival caused a spell backlash that killed or relocated around ten thousand people across about 20,000 hectares. Maybe double that. Several villages and a city were affected. Many died. I’ve just retrieved her and prevented some new tragedy from occurring. Also helped a pair of lost lovers reunite.”

“Oh? That’s nice. Is she staying long?” It was getting dark and the traffic noise was quieting down.

“I thought I’d let her stay in Komachi’s room tonight and get her a cab in the morning. She lives in town,” I explained. Then I translated back to Japanese for Nanahoshi. She peered back and forth for a bit, tilting her head at the “married” explanation before moving on since it wasn’t her business.

Nanahoshi finished her meal, following Komachi to the furo for a wash. I changed the channel on the TV, getting a streaming anime running and settled in to cuddle with my wife. Our marriage is getting less awkward and more comfortable. My retrieval of gold and jewelry from Skyrim allows for some leeway with the parents over housing my pregnant bride in my room with me. It isn’t like she’s going to get more pregnant. Komachi not complaining about things helps as well. I have the best little sis.