"So, Yato, mind running all of that by me again, just to be sure that I heard it right?" Hayato asked, looking down at his partner, a pair of cursed gauntlets now masquerading as a pair of leather gloves.
"As I said, lord Hayato, thanks to our efforts I've managed to regain some of my memories, and I remember that I used to have a human body. And... while I have not recalled how my soul ended up this way, I have recalled a ritual that could help me reclaim my former glory." Yato answered, his voice being a mixture of eagerness and trepidation.
"And the list?" Hayato asked back, holding a piece of paper with a list on it that Yato had asked him to write.
"Well, you cannot create a human body out of nothing, we need materials for it. Namely 35 liters of water, 20 kg of coal, 4 liters of ammonia, 1.5 kg of lime..."
"Yes, yes, I get that part, I've watched and read Full Metal Alchemist. What I'm asking is what's the reason for all this cloth and leather? And all this extra fat?" Hayato listed out, raising a questioning eyebrow at his partner.
"W-well, you see, my Lord, when I still had it my body was rather... big, and I'd prefer to have it as close as possible to as it was! A-and the cloth and leather are for clothes! Unless of course, you'd wish me to appear naked..." Yato stutters, embarrassed.
Realizing what he was referring to and not wanting that mental image in his head, Hayato elected to quickly move on: "Ok, ok, I get it, I get it. But how did you manage to get the required proportions right?"
"...The fox was surprisingly helpful," Yato grumbled, clearly unhappy of having needed Yameko's help.
"You went to Yameko? I know I'm not the smartest person here, but you could have asked for my bro's help." Hayato inquired, confused. Yato was silent for a moment before answering.
"With all due respect, Lord Hayato, this is, and will be, very personal to me. You're my Lord and partner, and I'd wish only you to be there to witness my return to flesh. Your brother would have most likely wished to be present, just in case, and while I detest the fox she has knowledge of rituals like these, and after explaining myself she agreed to keep her silence until we have done the deed."
Hayato nodded, understanding how much this all meant to Yato and looked back at the list.
"Hmm, ok, most of this stuff is easy to get and inexpensive, we can probably have this done by today. The leather is going to be an issue though, what you require is not exactly cheap with everything else added." Hayato mused, deep in thought.
"I understand what I am asking is a lot, my Lord, and I'm willing to work my body to its fullest to repay you, especially as your..."
"AHA! I got it!" Hayato snapped his fingers, interrupting Yato, as he smiled, coming to a conclusion.
"So, I have your assistance, my Lord?" Yato asked, precariously.
"Of course! You're my friend and partner, of course I'll help you!" Hayato replied, giving the gloves a reassuring squeeze. "Now lets go, we have places to be and some people to find," Hayato said as he grabbed few carrier bags and headed out of the apartment.
Few hours, visited stores and one beaten biker gang later.
In the light of the sun slowly beginning to set, Hayato finished placing the last of the leather biker jackets in the middle of the magical circle he had painstakingly painted onto the ground of the abandoned warehouse, along with the other gathered materials and the gauntlets housing Yato.
"Phew, ok. Now, Yato, I trust you, but are you sure that we're not just going to be redoing a human transmutation from the beginning of Full Metal Alchemist?"
"Of course, my Lord. After all, we're not trying to resurrect someone, just recreate a human body with magic, not alchemy."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"...Also, I'm not asking for your blood, my Lord."
"Ok, but what was the point of me painting myself as well, again? I look like a weird Yakuza," Hayato asked as he looked at his bare upper body, a mass of complicated lines and magical formula on white paint covering his arms and shoulders.
"You're the conduit and anchor for this ritual, Lord Hayato. I cannot cast anything by myself, so I need you to start the ritual and supply me with your power so that I can control it. All you need to do is sit at the outermost circle, make sure that the lines on your body fit the ones on the ground, concentrate and push your power out. I will handle the rest." Yato explained, confidently.
Hayato gave Yato a smile and thumbs up. "I know you know what you're doing. Ok, lets get this party on the roll, bro is going to be so surprised when he sees you in person."
With that said, Hayato walked to the edge of the circle, sat down cross legged, positioned his arms, took a deep breath, concentrated and pushed.
As Hayato pushed his power outward, he could feel his strength slowly leave him as the circle lit up and started glowing bright blue, as Yato's gauntlets began floating in the air, soon followed by the other materials. As the materials started flowing faster and faster around Yato, like a miniature hurricane, Hayato could feel the power draw to grow bigger and bigger. Just as he was feeling that he couldn't give out anymore, there was a bright flash of light and an explosion from the center of the circle. Not large, but big enough to throw the weakened Hayato on his back.
Coughing, Hayato got back up to his wobbly legs, shouting towards the dust cloud: "Yato, buddy, can you hear me? Are you ok?"
"Yes, my Lord, I'm ok. In fact, I'm mooooooore than ok," The voice that answered was powerful and filled with confidence. And female. Most definitely female.
Looking through the dust cloud, Hayato could see a humanoid form standing in the middle of the circle as it raised its hand and swung it, creating a powerful gust of air. As the dust was blown away, Hayato's jaw dropped.
Then woman standing there was gorgeous. What first caught Hayato's eyes were both how tall she was, about head taller than him, and her hair. It was long, very long, almost down to her ankles and bright red, almost glowing in the setting sun. Her eyes as well were bright red, their intense stare making him feel like a deer caught in the headlights of a monstertruck straight out of Mad Max. A large red cape was hanging from her shoulders, but doing nothing to hide her body clad in skintight black bodysuit with blood red straps and lines attached to it. As Hayato's gazed wandered below her shoulders, he couldn't help but think:
"Huh, so that's where all that fat went."
Hayato wasn't sure how long he stood there, transfixed by her everything, only to come back to his senses as the woman started moving towards her, her sensuous hips swaying from side to side as her long legs with thighs that could choke a man moved her with long, slow, deliberate steps.
"Judging by your gaze, it seems that you're more than pleased with my body, Lord Hayato. I myself am more than pleased of the ritual's success and being back in my own body," She said, her rich and strong voice dripping like honey from her lips.
"Yato... I... Huh..." Hayato couldn't help but stutter as he instinctively took a few steps back from his partner, his back hitting the wall of the warehouse as his weakened knees could barely keep him up straight.
Yato took no mind of his stuttering, confidently striding forward until she was right in front of him: "But, my Lord, I am not quite sure yet if my body is everything we dreamed of, so I would be more than pleased if you'd help me... stress test it, my Lord." She continued, smiling as she leaned forward, placing her right hand on the wall right next to Hayato's head.
As her words sunk into Hayato's head, a furious blush rose on his face as the two round globes hanging from her chest swayed slightly with her movements right at his eye level and the images of possibilities filled his mind, all mental activity in his head came to a screeching halt, making him only capable of forming one sentence:
"I... I need an adult."
With a bright smile, Yato responded: "Do not worry,
my Lord, I am an adult..." And as she leaned forward more, the final words, like a lover's caress, were whispered to his ear as her other hand began to peel off the body suit:
"And after this night, so are you."
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With a loud gasp, Hayato Nagai jumped up in his bed, frantically looking around, but seeing no signs of the buxom warrior woman.
"Dream. It was all just a dream," He thought, letting out a calming breath, not sure if he was relieved or disappointed.
"My Lord, is everything all right?"
With an undignified yelp, Hayato jumped away from the voice, which unfortunately led to him falling off his bed. After taking few seconds to calm himself he raised his head, peaking over the side of the bed to the nightstand on the other side. But there was no eye-catching woman sitting on the stand, simply a pair of familiar looking handware.
"My Lord?"
"I'm... I'm fine, Yato. Just... Just had an unusual dream," he said, carefully getting back up and stretching his muscles.
"Now, if no one minds, I'm going to take a shower. A long, cold, shower."
The omake done. Now, lets see if the curse strikes twice.
