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*Munch Munch Munch-*

Poor Alban, he have been waiting for a signal to come out of his hiding spot for a few hours- but you ended up dining with some random, handsome detective as he suffered in the restroom-

At least you were thoughtful enough to save a decent amount of leftovers for Alban.

You're both now at a park, that this time is not surrounded by a maze but pretty much city buildings and the park's metal fences.

"I never knew you have a liking for dogs- I thought you liked cats more!!!" Alban whines sadly as he finishes eating his short meal-

"Silly Alban Neko...- that detective was intimidatingly insisting to offer me free dinner-" You explain calmly as you watch the young thief leave to throw the container into the nearest bin before coming back to the shared bench you're sitting on.

"I think you're lying about being a cat lover." Alban whines more, "You don't find me cute-"

"Oh hush, I'm not lying-" You chuckle at the look Alban is making at you, making him look like a creature who just got rejected from receiving affection....-

You just can't help but start holding his squishy cheeks with your both hands and smush them together and rubbing them while gushing, making Alban pout even more.

"You're cute, you're adorable, you're smart, you're loved- I'm not lying, you jealous kitty. You're lying, baby~!" You coo more with a jolly smile, causing the neko boy's ears to flush red..

"W-Whatever...! Let's get going, I'm already done with eating!" Alban excuses from the bench while pulling your arm with him, not daring to look at you as he must be blushing right now. You giggle once more-

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Few days have passed now, and it is almost a week since you both got dragged by the holes form the same portal machine.

You both pretty much already slept at Alban's humble garage for a few hours, but you surprisingly didn't feel exhausted in the first place despite moving around for many hours- probably effects from time traveling. You learned that Alban has a pocket watch under his sleeve, so he gets to know what time it is once in a while.

As you were walking on the sidewalk, the brunette boy with triangle hairpins takes out his watch to check the time while you peek from his shoulder; 6 AM.

The sun can be seen rising up slowly from afar, yet the streets are still quite dark because of the buildings' shadows. To be honest, you're craving something to keep you entertain for a moment, and as if someone just heard your internal desire, you can see a glimpse of a historical museum.

"Ooooh- Al, look what I found" You quickly walk towards the museum entrance's sign- which says "free to enter" in small letters.

"Just on my luck!"

"A historical museum...?"

Alban skeptically questions as he follows you gaze towards the sign. The paintings may be expensive and valuable, but that's only in the historical art fanatics' eyes and most of the paintings usually don't look shiny...-

"Come on, Albyyyy- Let's go take a look!" You quickly suggest before eagerly pulling the boy by the arm to enter the building with him-

Turns out the museum is a Japanese-themed mixed with a modern aesthetic vibes as the model... it's filled with copies of helmets and antiques from samurais, fallen heroes, and katanas from unnamed swordmasters-

Pretty questionable that this building exists in 1969- but let's continue with the touring.

Paintings of yokais, onmyojis, exorcists, samurais, ninjas, and other kinds of Japanese legends have been classified orderly inthe museum.

All those paintings and displays in the gallery section look fascinating in your eyes. But what catches your attention a lot when a large painting of an exotic sorcerer with shikigamis as his floating servants. His purple flames appearing from the sides of his head, making him look fearlessly powerful.

"The Cursed Sorcerer, Shu Yamino..." You trail off as you read the metal plate sign that is below the frame.

Alban whistles at the painting, "He looks kind of cool... Though, his yellow bangs are shaped like an unpeeled banana-"

"Banene..." You muttered, quickly remembering a simple yet iconic quote from a movie you watched before.

"Banene..." Alban repeated as well.

"Banene..." You both said it at the same time.

You then look at each other before quietly giggling.

"Ah... The voice tour guide isn't working..." Alban says as he tries to repeatedly press the cheap, old button that was on top of a pillar that says "voice tour guide: A Sorcerer's Karma".

"I think you should stop pressing on it-"

"Oh right-" Alban finally presses it just once before waiting for a voice to appear; nothing. "Oh well.... Probably already broken-"

"Not gonna lie though, that sorcerer is so out of place??? He is hot..." You commented afterwards without paying mine in your words as you just noticed the biceps the sorcerer possesses in the painting. Alban just turns to you with a funny look.

"I'm serious, Al! Look at those big guns of his arms!!!"

"And I'm already questioning what kind of taste you have in guys...-" Alban says with a deeper tone in such a funny way that you can't help you cackled quietly behind your hands.

"You really like old men???"

"The real men I met so far in this timeline are actually young, Alban...- Including you." You continued to suffer from the giggles you struggle to stop. It seems Alban went speechless, realizing that he just called himself an "old man" if that's the case-

"So your statement is actually not yet proven-"

"And what about this "young-looking" man with the cool, black cape on his shoulders and.... Sandals???" Alban asked as he found himself glancing at a full-body portrait of a raven-haired man with red tones.

"Oh my god- he's actually making a cool pose while holding a katana, sick,,,," You commented, noticing the cool weapon on the figure of the painting's grip.

"The Founder of the fallen Akuma Clan, Vox Akuma..." Alban reads as his voice trails off- knowing him for awhile, you just know that he's right now admiring the gold that is carved as the portrait's sign plate....

"...."

"And well...?"

"....Eh....

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Is it alright if I call him daddy?"

"WHAT-"

"WWWWW-" You wheeze once you see Alban's reaction at your comment. He just starts shaking you like the feral cat he is, whining with a concerned tone.

"PUT YOURSELF TOGETHER, YIN, PLEASEEEE-"

"Yes yes- I was just joking, geez." You giggle more before resuming in observing the painting more.

"Is there some kind of voice tour guide next to this painting, some button to press on?" You question as you look around for some stand, wanting to know more about the history behind the painting- until you hear a deep voice boom around the strangely empty museum.

"What button did you just press...?" You whispered at your brunette companion.

"...I didn't press any."

Your eyes slightly widen, but consciously hear the voice nonetheless.

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"Akuma... Akuma...!" You and Alban chanted at the end, then clapped cheerfully at the amazing narration's performance.

"D*mn, that was spine-chilling..." Alban admitted.

Becoming even more fascinated for the historical figure, you wonder if there's some bin or inbox where you can place your questions on.

"How to address my questions about this...? I'm super curious now..." You trail off as you look for some bin.

"You may ask them right away." The same deep voice answers calmly, it was more quiet before but now is slowly getting closer.

"Oh???"

Alban says, literally having the confused pikachu expression as he notices the strange voice getting louder and louder. You both just looked at each other in silent panic, though you're much more puzzled rather than scared of the situation.

"One's said that Vox Akuma is a Voice Demon... Did he really just went missing... Or survived from the war?" You ask, thinking carefully in how to address it. It's much preferable with writing on a paper for you, but then talking with such interesting voice from nowhere is a much more appealing idea to be honest.

"That's a good question" The voice praises, you may hear footsteps muffling from afar, "...Secretly, Vox Akuma survived the battle thanks to his demonic blood, and lived on in secrecy until the present day."

Alban's cat instincts suddenly react in such natural manner, so he quickly taps you by the shoulder before pointing at the direction the soft footsteps are coming from; the red curtains.

"...After the fall of the Akuma clan, he lived in a self-imposed exile from Japan, living a quiet life of debauchery and avoiding the public eye."

Then, that's when the curtains start to open up themselves...

To reveal something you haven't expected to see.

"It was a big delight to personally hear voices from new people... Never expected anyone to have established an "attraction", in my honor, in this establishment of legends and myths, alike." The man behind the voice turns out to be similar as the figure from the Akuma painting, he merely gives you both a tiny smile in gratitude along with a nod as a sign of acknowledgment.

"Pleasure to meet you."

"HUH....???" Alban questions, his mind even more confused than ever-

"...Wow..." You silently gush, your mouth gapping from the revelation.

The man in front of you both chuckles lightly, making deep echoes to be heard around the huge museum. In his own pace, he approaches you as the curtains have closed on its own once again. Noticing your mouth still open, he gently closes it by lifting your chin with his calloused, careful hand as a warm smile gets displayed on his handsome, facial features.

"My name, is Vox Akuma. The Voice Demon you have just learned about today....

And I would actually wouldn't mind if you can call me daddy~"

... And that's the moment when you pass out-

"Y/N???!!!" That was the last thing you heard from Alban before fainting.

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// Meet the New Companion! //

// The Voice Demon who has the power to influence or control others with his voice. As a Demon from the past who held great power through confident in his superhuman abilities, he looks after those who are loyal to him. //