Yoshino left the apartment—Split Soul Katana, Inverted Spear of Heaven, and Playful Cloud hanging securely. The Chain of a Thousand Miles remained in his shadow—too cumbersome for a casual walk.
He needed to visit a certain Doctor—the one who had opened a new restaurant. A curious connection—a healer running a restaurant in City Z's most dangerous district.
Yoshino walked down the familiar streets of City Z—approaching the takoyaki stand. The smell of batter and savory sauce filled the air.
There stood **Dr. Genus**—wearing an apron over his lab coat, flipping takoyaki with surprising skill. Beside him, **Armored Gorilla** was handling customers—his massive frame surprisingly gentle behind the counter.
And then—**Mosquito Girl**.
Mosquito Girl's robotic eyes locked onto Yoshino—sparking with fury. Her mechanical arms stiffened, the servos whirring as she turned slowly.
**"You."**
The word dripped with venom. The other customers noticed the tension—edging away respectfully. Her healing—her new limbs—were because of Dr. Genus.
"it seems you're doing better, but I'm not here to cause trouble."
Mosquito Girl's robotic arms flexed—her mechanical eyes narrowing at Yoshino's calm demeanor.
**"Better?"** She scoffed, her voice buzzing through the speakers in her head. **"You destroyed my original body. Left me broken and crawling. Dr. Genus had to rebuild me from scratch."**
She pointed at her robotic limbs. **
"because I asked him to if I didn't he would've let you die."
Mosquito Girl froze—her mechanical arms lowering slightly. The anger flickered for just a moment before returning.
**"Don't act like you did me a favor. You still humiliated me. You still defeated me easily."** She crossed her robotic arms defiantly. **"Why are you even here?"**
Dr. Genus looked up from flipping takoyaki—observing the exchange silently.
"to ask you on a date."
Mosquito Girl's robotic arms locked mid-cross. Her mechanical eyes blinked—processing the words.
**"A... what?"** Her voice glitched, the speakers emitting a sharp, surprised buzz. Her face turned a deep red—her thermal sensors overloading. **"You—ME—A DATE?!"**
Dr. Genus choked on a takoyaki.
The robotic arms trembled—mechanical fingers clenching. Her circuits buzzed wildly as her cheeks burned with heat.
**"You—you think this is a joke?"** She stepped forward—robotic feet clanking against the concrete. **"I'm still processing that hit—the building collapse—my original body... all gone."**
She's still angry.
"come on at least give me a chance to make it up to you and I can help the doctor Restore your original body parts."
Mosquito Girl's mechanical eyes widened—processing his words. The anger flickered again, replaced by something more complex. Hope? Suspicion?
You... can help restore my original body parts?" Her voice lost some of its venom. She glanced at Dr. Genus—the scientist nodded slowly, still stunned.
Mosquito Girl's robotic arms crossed again—but less defensively this time.
Mosquito Girl's jaw clenched—her thermal sensors still reading dangerously high from embarrassment.
**"Restore my original body parts... you can do that?"** She looked down at her robotic limbs—clicking and whirring with every movement. They worked well—Dr. Genus had done an amazing job—but they weren't *hers*.
**"And a date?"** She repeated, her voice cracking slightly.
"Yes."
Mosquito Girl's robotic eyes flickered—processing the offer. She glanced at Dr. Genus—who gave her a subtle nod. Then back at Yoshino.
**"Fine."** She snapped—her voice still sharp but losing its venom. **"One date. And you better actually help Dr. Genus restore my original body parts."**
"Ok."
Mosquito Girl scoffed—her mechanical arms crossed defiantly. **"Don't get ahead of yourself. This doesn't mean I like you or anything."** She turned away—flipping her robotic tail dismissively. **"And if you stand me up, I'll destroy your face."**
Dr. Genus cleared his throat—still watching the exchange with mild amusement.
Yoshino stood outside the takoyaki stand—hands in pockets—waiting. The sun was setting over City Z.
Dr. Genus was packing up—Armored Gorilla had already left. Mosquito Girl appeared from behind the stand—now wearing casual clothes over her robotic body. She'd even removed her merchant apron.
She spotted Yoshino leaning against a wall.
**"You actually waited."**
"I would be a pretty bad person if I didn't."
Mosquito Girl rolled her eyes—her mechanical tail swishing behind her.
**"Whatever. Let's just go already."** She crossed her arms—her cheeks still faintly flushed despite her tough act. **"Where are you taking me? And this better be good—I have standards."**
Dr. Genus waved from behind the counter. **"Have fun you two!"**
Mosquito Girl hissed at him.
"First a movie."
Mosquito Girl blinked—her mechanical eyes processing the choice. **"A movie?"** She scoffed—her robotic tail flicking dismissively. **"That's your idea of a date? Sitting in the dark watching some action flick?"**
She crossed her arms—her thermal sensors still warm from embarrassment. "This better not be some cheesy romance. I've got standards."
"it's a horror movie."
Mosquito Girl froze—her mechanical tail swishing faster with sudden interest. **"A horror movie?"** Her voice lost its tough act for a split second. **"Like... actual scary stuff? Not some cheesy psychological thriller?"** She looked up at Yoshino warily. **"I hate those fake jump scares."**
"This one has blood and guts basically everybody dying."
Mosquito Girl's eyes lit up—her metaphorical tail wagging involuntarily. **"Blood and guts? Now we're talking."** She punched her robotic palm—metal clinking satisfyingly. **"I hate those fake horror movies where nothing actually happens. Give me slashers—demons—monsters."She walked beside him—her robotic footsteps surprisingly light.
As they walked to the theater, Mosquito Girl's robotic arms swayed at her sides—her usual aggressive posture replaced by something almost... playful. The air between them hummed with an unfamiliar energy—neither fully on guard against the other anymore. She glanced up at him—then quickly away. "Don't think this changes anything."
The movie theater was nearly empty—perfect for a horror film on a weekday. Yoshino bought tickets—and a large popcorn (sharing it without asking).
Inside the darkened theater, Mosquito Girl sat next to him—her mechanical eyes scanning the screen eagerly. The opening scenes were brutal—gore, jump scares, visceral kills. She leaned forward—her tail twitching with satisfaction.
The movie got progressively bloodier—every ten minutes, another victim met a gruesome end. Mosquito Girl's mechanical eyes widened with delight—her tail swishing faster as she watched.
**"Okay... this is actually decent."** She mumbled—crunching on popcorn.
Then a jump scare—sudden—violent—something slammed against the screen.
Mosquito Girl shrieked—grabbing Yoshino's arm instinctively. Her robotic fingers clamped down hard—sparks flying.
**"THERE WAS NOTHING WRONG WITH IT!"** She hissed—her face burning red. Her mechanical body trembled slightly.
Yoshino glanced down at her hand on his arm—then back at the screen—silently grinning.
As the movie continued, Mosquito Girl kept her robotic arm locked around Yoshino's—her thermal sensors reading embarrassingly high. Every jump scare had her burying her face against his shoulder—then immediately pulling away and denying it.
The final scene—a brutal massacre—had her leaning against him completely—her mechanical limbs twitching in excitement.
When the lights came up...
Mosquito Girl realized her position immediately—still pressed against Yoshino's shoulder. Her mechanical arms stiffened—release clanking against his arm.
**"I wasn't scared."** She stated flatly—jumping up from her seat. **"The lighting in this theater is terrible. I was just... adjusting my position."**
Yoshino tilted his head.
Mosquito Girl's robotic face burned red—her thermal sensors practically overheating. **"Stop looking at me like that."** She snapped—crossing her arms tightly. **"That was just... reflex. Mechanical reflex."**
Her tail flicked irritably behind her—clanking against the empty theater seats.
**"Come on. Let's go."**
"next is a restaurant that allows you to eat your food however you want it."
Mosquito Girl eyebrow raised—her mechanical eyes narrowing. **"However I want? What does that even mean?"** She followed him out of the theater—her robotic steps curious now. **"This better not be some cheap buffet place."**
Yoshino explained the concept—customizable dining. Everything tailored to your specific preferences.
Mosquito Girl paused mid-step. **"Wait... I can customize everything?"**
Mosquito Girl's mechanical eyes lit up—her tail swishing behind her. **"Everything? Like... I can make it exactly how I want it?"** She walked beside him—her aggressive stance softening. **"No small portions? No picky chefs?"**
The restaurant was sleek—industrial modern—no menus on the walls. Just screens asking for your specific... demands.
The chef behind the counter looked at Mosquito Girl—her robotic hands gesturing wildly. **"Raw steak—bloody. Like, actually bloody. Not rare or medium-rare. I want it red."** She snapped her fingers—metal clinking against metal. **"And make it huge."**
Yoshino ordered a simple burger—beef patty, cheese, bun. No customizations—just standard fare. The contrast between their orders was hilarious—Mosquito Girl demanding excessive, bloody meat while Yoshino kept it plain. The chef raised an eyebrow at Mosquito Girl's request—but started cooking immediately.
Yoshino glanced at Mosquito Girl—her hood pulled low over her face, obscuring her features. A wise choice—her robotic body and glowing eyes would cause panic in a public restaurant.
She sat beside him—picking at her raw, bloody steak with mechanical fingers—her movements precise but feral. She kept her head down—hood shadowing her face completely.
Under the hood—her face was surprisingly human—white shoulder-length hair framing features that could almost pass for normal. But above that—the second set of larger compound eyes sat on top of her head—unblinking and iridescent. Two thin antennae protruded near her upper eyes—twitching occasionally.
She kept her hood low—avoiding eye contact with other patrons.
The restaurant was quiet—other patrons chatting normally—unaware of the creature sitting among them. Mosquito Girl kept her hood low—her antennae twitching beneath the fabric—sensing movement around her. Her compound eyes remained hidden—but her normal eyes flickered toward Yoshino occasionally.
She stabbed into her raw steak—blood dripping onto the plate—her mechanical fingers stained red.
Mosquito Girl's mechanical body hummed quietly—her internal systems running low. Without her blood bag—a critical component she'd lost in battle—she was forced to rely on external sources. Armored Gorilla had been giving her routine injections—keeping her stable—but the craving was always there—gnawing at her circuits.
Here—eating raw meat—helped distract.
Mosquito Girl noticed Yoshino's neutral expression—no disgust, no curiosity. She'd expected judgment—maybe even mockery for her... condition. Instead, he just sat there calmly eating his burger—no judgment in his eyes. It was... unexpected. And strangely comforting.
She stabbed her raw steak again—bloody juice splattering on her metal fingers.
The chef brought their orders—placing a bloody raw steak in front of Mosquito Girl—and a simple burger in front of Yoshino.
Mosquito Girl's antennae twitched beneath her hood—sensing the other patrons' stares. She kept her head down—avoiding eye contact—her mechanical fingers stained red from the raw meat.
Yoshino paid the bill—adding a generous tip. Mosquito Girl pushed her empty plate away—licking her fingers clean—her mechanical systems humming more steadily now. The raw meat had helped—temporarily satiating the hunger that had been gnawing at her since losing her blood bag.
They left the restaurant—the night air cool against her metallic skin. She pulled her hood tighter.
The wind caught her hood—lifting it clean off her head. For one devastating second—her face was fully visible to a passing pedestrian.
White shoulder-length hair—the second set of large compound eyes glistening on top of her head—the thin antennae protruding near her upper eyes—the unsettling combination of human and insectoid.
The guy stopped dead—his mouth falling open.
"Holy shit!" The man gasped—eyes wide with horror and disgust. "Are you some kind of freak show? A damn monster lover?" He pointed at her—his hand shaking with outrage. "You're a fucking abomination!" Nearby pedestrians stopped and stared—whispering and pulling children close.
"you have no right to say that to her."
"Excuse me?" The man scoffed—his lip curling. "Did you just defend this... thing?" He pointed directly at Mosquito Girl—disgust in his voice. "She's a FREAK. Look at her! Those eyes... those weird bug eyes on top of her head!" He stepped closer—hand outstretched—as if expecting her to transform into something worse.
Yoshino grabbed him by his collar. " you haven't seen a monster, but you will. If you keep calling her that now leave before I make you." he said his tone ice cold
The man's eyes bulged—his face turning a panicked red as Yoshino grabbed him by the collar—his voice threatening and cold. For a moment—he hesitated—then spat back. "You're defending a damn monster! This... THING... is an ABOMINATION!" He tried to shove Yoshio's arm off him. "Let me go!"
With a single violent thrust—he threw the man back against the brick wall—hard. The impact was brutal—the man's head snapping back—back against the wall with a resounding clang. He coughed—wincing at the sudden pain in his skull. His eyes narrowed angrily at Yoshio. "You fucking—"
The man's voice died—his eyes bulging with terror as the cold steel of the Split Soul Katana pressed against his throat. His entire body went rigid—the blade glowing with unsettling energy. For a terrifying moment—he could feel the soul-rending power within that blade—a weapon designed to sever not just flesh but the very essence of being.
"One more word."
The man swallowed hard—his Adam's apple bobbing against the blade. His face went pale—sweat beading on his forehead. The crowd had gone silent—witnesses frozen in terror. Even Mosquito Girl's antennae twitched beneath her hood—her compound eyes flickering with unease. The man could feel the soul-severing energy humming against his throat—deadly serious.
Yoshino released a subtle pulse of cursed energy—focused—not enough to harm anyone—but perfectly calibrated to manipulate memories. The bystanders blinked—confused—suddenly forgetting why they'd stopped. The man slumped against the wall—his memory of the encounter erased—leaving only a vague sense of unease.
Mosquito Girl stood frozen—the pulse hadn't affected her.
"you OK."
Mosquito Girl remained still for a long moment—her antennae twitching beneath her hood. The crowd around them had dispersed—people continuing their evening conversations as if nothing had happened—their memories altered and smoothed away by the cursed energy pulse.
Her mechanical body hummed softly. **"I'm... fine."** She adjusted her hood—pulling it low over her face again.
Mosquito Girl's normal eyes flickered toward Yoshino—then away. Her antennae drooped slightly beneath her hood.
**"Why did you do that?"** Her voice was quieter than usual—less venom. **"You threw a guy against a wall and threatened him with a soul-cutting sword over ME?"**
She paused swishing nervously behind her.
"Nobody defends me."
"I did it and I will again if it ever happens."
Mosquito Girl's normal eyes widened—her antennae stiffening beneath her hood. The words hit her hard—unexpected and dangerous. She was used to being hated. Used to being feared and avoided.
Never defended.
**"You're insane."** She muttered—her voice trembling. She couldn't understand why someone would risk everything for a... for a thing like her.
"insane for you maybe?" he said, stepping closer they were eye to eye now
Mosquito Girl's breath hitched—her antennae freezing mid-twitch beneath her hood. She could feel his presence close—dangerously close. His voice... the way he said it... like she was something worth going insane for.
Something worth defending.
Her normal eyes met his—even though her hood hid her features from the world.
Mosquito Girl froze—her systems suddenly overwhelmed. Her antennae stiffened—the touch was electric—her compound eyes widening within their protective casing. His lips against hers—warm and alive—sending shockwaves through her mechanical body.
For the first time since losing her blood bag—since becoming this broken thing—she didn't feel... empty.
Mosquito Girl melted into the kiss—her metallic hands slowly reaching up to grip his jacket. Her antennae curled shyly beneath her hood. The kiss deepened—her normal eyes fluttering shut.
Then she pulled back—panting slightly—her thermal sensors reading dangerously high.
**"Don't... don't you dare tell anyone about this."** Her voice came out breathy—ruining the threat entirely.
"sure, but only if you do it again."
Mosquito Girl's face burned red beneath her hood—her antennae twitching frantically. **"You—you can't just—"** She sputtered—unable to complete the thought. His lips had kissed her. Actually kissed her. And he wanted... more?
She was a monster—an abomination—a freak show. Nobody kissed monsters.
**"Deal."**
Mosquito Girl grabbed his collar—pulling him in roughly. Their lips crashed together again—her mechanical fingers gripping tight against his jacket. The kiss was desperate now—hungry. Her antennae bent fully beneath her hood—pressed against his forehead.
When they finally broke apart—both breathing heavily.
**"Again. Tomorrow. Same place."** She commanded—trying desperately to regain her tough composure.
"Okay oh, and here." he said reaching into a shadow and pulled out a grade 4 cursed tool. basically a memory recorder that can show images.
Mosquito Girl stared—her compound eyes widening beneath her hood—as he pulled a cursed tool from the shadows. A memory recorder—grade 4—capable of projecting images.
**"What the fuck is that?"** She reached out—her mechanical fingers hovering over the tool. She knew cursed tools—everything from weapons to utility items—but this was... intimate.
he had told her during the walk to the movie. " this is in case you want to remember me think of it as a moment."
Mosquito Girl's fingers trembled against the cursed tool—cool metal against her stained fingertips. A moment. He wanted to give her a moment—something to hold onto when the nightmares came—when the hunger gnawed at her—when she felt most like a monster.
**"You're giving this to me..."** Her voice cracked slightly. **"Because I might want to remember you?"**
"yes Oh, I almost forgot." He used the reversed curse technique to heal her completely Mosquito Girl felt the cursed energy wash over her—warm and revitalizing. Her mechanical body shifted—reforming. The clunky robotic parts smoothed into a dark exoskeleton hugging her curves. Insect wings unfurled on her back—delicate yet strong. Her slender limbs elongated—ending in sharp hooks.
She looked down at her hands—no longer mechanical. Real skin beneath the exoskeleton.
"You... healed me?"
"just like a promise too—" He was suddenly cut off as she scooted him into their air and kissed him.
Mosquito Girl didn't want to hear another word. She didn't want to analyze this or think about the implications. She lunged forward—grabbing his jacket and pulling him into a fierce, demanding kiss. Her exoskeleton scraped against him—the sensation jarringly intimate. Her wings fluttered angrily behind her.
The kiss was different now—not just warm—but something dangerously charged with desperate intent. Her wings fluttered with her heartbeat—her sharp claws digging into his back. The kiss was heavy-handed—hungry.
She pulled back—breathing ragged.
**"Don't talk. Just... don't talk."**
Mosquito Girl's hands gripped his jacket tightly—her wings buzzing with agitation. Her normal eyes bore into his—fierce and demanding. No more explaining. No more reasoning. Just... this.
She tilted her head— her antenna twitching beneath her hood—and crashed her lips back against his.
The kiss was rough—hungry—almost punishing.