Chase [D.Gray-Man/Okami, Amaterasu and Timcampy]
Title: Chase Author: kunenk Fandom: D.Gray-Man/Okami Pairing/characters: Amaterasu, Issun, Timcampy Rating: G Prompt/challenge you're answering: Timcampy and Amaterasu, first impressions
In all honesty, Issun thinks that when they’re on a world-saving quest, naps should be the last thing on their to-do list, but when the being with the long legs decides to take one, well, that’s her decision, and she doesn’t seem too willing to listen to him on that. (He doesn’t really consider whether she listens to him much on other matters, but there’s probably something.) Least they’re out of the way of most of the demons hanging around these parts, though someone’s got to keep a lookout when the fuzzball isn’t.
Still, things haven’t exactly been easy lately, so if his own eyes slide shut- just for a little while!-, Issun thinks it’s unnecessary for Amaterasu to jerk awake and send him tumbling.
“Hey, fuzzball, what’s the big idea?” he calls, but gets no response. Amaterasu’s attention is focused on something else entirely- something that looks like a golden ball on wings. It doesn’t look demonic, but hey, these days, who can be absolutely certain? “Stand back,” he warns the flying thing, “or I, Issun the Great, shall-”
Amaterasu snaps at the ball-thing, and it darts out of the way. It hovers for a moment, then darts off over the beach, and Issun just has time to grab onto Amaterasu before she gives chase.
“Hey!” Issun yells, “did you forget we’re on a mission, fuzzball?”
He’s not totally sure Amaterasu hears, though- if they weren’t busy, and the land didn’t occasionally end in cliffs and oceans, he thinks that she would run until she grew too tired. It’s not like that today- Amaterasu leaps to catch the ball-thing, to Issun’s relief. She spits it out and sniffs at it, keeping one paw on its wings so it doesn’t fly off again, despite its fluttering.
“Alright, you caught it,” Issun says, peering down at the thing. It’s got a weird shape on what he guesses is its front. Doesn’t look much like a usual demon sign, but again, you never know, huh? Thing doesn’t look like it’s got any eyes, and that’s pretty creepy. “So, what’s the verdict? Whaddaya gonna do with it?”
Amaterasu lets go of the thing’s wings and sits back, watching. It spends a couple of minutes sorting itself out, then flaps up to Amaterasu’s eye level, and Issun has the impression that the two are trying to stare each other down. “Hey,” he says, mostly to the flying ball, “whatever ego issues you have-”
The front of the ball splits, and Issun’s pointing his sword at it before it finishes showing them how wide its mouth (or mouth-like slit) can get. It’s got some pretty sharp teeth, and Issun’s not thinking about what those could do to him as he says, “Don’t even think about trying! We’re too busy to bother with the likes of you!”
Amaterasu sneezes, and her tail wags slightly.
Issun glances down, then back at the ball thing. “Not a demon, then?” he asks.
Amaterasu huffs, and stands. The ball cranks its mouth-thing shut so there’s not a hint of it left, which Issun honestly thinks doesn’t make it any less creepy. They stare at each other for a moment, and then the ball-thing bobs. Issun rubs his eyes and stares, but it’s clearly not doing it again, instead heading off into the wide blue (and occasionally black) yonder.
“Is this a good idea?” he asks.
Amaterasu huffs again, and Issun sheathes his sword and grabs on before she can get up to speed. He supposes she imagines whatever dangers the ball might present can be dealt with later.
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In the distance, Timcampy occupies itself with staying out of the reach of cats and determined wolves.