The smell was intoxicating. My head was swimming with feelings, delusions, confidence that I didn’t know I had. The blaring cacophony of sounds became a sweet melody, and everything seemed to slow down. The bright lights became a swirl of colors that swam like fish in an ocean together. I had few regrets right now, and I was finally brimming with suave, allure, and the mysterious thing known as confidence.

God, I missed being drunk. Everything seemed just right in the world with a bottle of alcohol at my side. Even Quinn actually looked like she was a model at a night show, even though she wore the baggy, unflattering jumpsuit. I could talk with people, and actually socialize without fainting.

Granted, all of their faces looked like a hazy blur, but that's besides the point. I would do well to not say anything stupid, as I was the host, and I had to keep a decent image of myself.

So, despite these delusions, I stood up straight, took orders, and smiled politely at people, while taking money from people that wanted more drinks. Maybe once I reached a comfortable stage, I would start opening tabs for regular patrons.

The bar stayed open for as long as I could manage, which was until around when I passed out. I don’t know how long it was, but i felt like I did a very decent job as a bartender. For once, I passed out happy in this forsaken world where whiskey did not exist. Before I passed out from the alcohol, I was laid gently on my bed-thing by a blob that I assumed was Quinn. When the realms of Morpheus finally called me, I accepted and fell into a pleasant sleep.

My dreams, though, were not as nice. I dreamed of the shop burning down, My co-workers back in Japan judging me for starting a bar, and girl with glowing blue eyes and metal cat-ears. Each one was vivid, and terrifying. Besides the girl. She was hot, but still terrifying, being covered in blood didn’t help her case.

So I woke up, terrified and aroused. Not exactly the best combination, really. You woke up in a cold sweat, and stiff erection. I had a splitting headache, but I couldn’t bring myself to hate it. It felt miserable, but It was the first hangover that I had experienced ever since in this world.

I forced myself up, climbing blearily out of the mattress made of some kind of bug that grew in the perpetual darkness. I slid into my jumpsuit, admiring the comfort before shuffling my way to the bar. Before I entered, I noticed that downstairs smelled like piss, ale, vomit, with a copper scent that put me on edge.

Just the thought of blood made my head spin. Now, the idea of going downstairs was not as appealing as it was five minutes ago. I didn't want to pass out right now, but I needed to find out what had happened.

Shit. Quinn was asleep, and I felt bad asking for Hiyuki’s help. She probably went home, or was hungover.

I was afraid of both.

I slowly crept into the the room, only to find a brownish color all strewn over the wall. The mixture of all the foul scents made a truly vile smell, but the smell of blood was overpowering, The walls were painted in seas of brown, not even the ceiling being spared from the brown plague that turned the Cantina into horror scene. Multiple bodies were on the floor, dismembered. Each of them had familiar clothes that seems reminiscent of the anime magic academy clothing, although in black. All of their faces were impossible to make out, and the bodies told little. The only way that I could discern gender was with the tattered skirts for the females. Claw marks tore through a huge portion of my chairs and tables, even though they were composed of a very tough metal. The few weapons that were intact seemed eerily similar to Hiyuki’s pistol, Conviction, that was hung loosely on my belt. I assumed that they were the deceased people’s belongings. I would stare longer but the blood was rushing from my head, and I felt as if I was going to vomit.

As I made my way upstairs, I stole one more glance, and saw in the middle of the horror scene, a girl slept, seemingly oblivious of the massacre around of her. She seemed eerily similar, and I got hella feelings of deja vu. Still, I couldn’t just leave her(?) in the middle of the bloodbath, although I was downright terrified.

“Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew.”

Squelch. Fuck. I think I stepped into some brain. I picked my way delicately, trying to not step in more random human matter. I would have to try and bring her upstairs, without awaking her. This was going to be the toughest test of endurance that I have faced in my life. A cute girl, asleep, and I had to carry her? Carrying normally meant holding her close to my body and…

Shit, I was passing out. Let’s not think about that. When I approached her, she was curled into a small ball, very much like a cat. She had short, white hair that reached the bottom of her neck, a short and lithe body that was in some kind of skintight suit. The suit looked as if it came out of a mecha anime, accentuating curves. A label was tattooed on her arm, with a marking that said L.U.N.A.R. industries with a barcode right under it. So, she was some kind of experiment. Then I noticed that she had two metal cat eats on her head, each glowing a soft blue. Although I was confident they were cat ears, I felt nothing but disappointment.

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Whomever was the god of these shitty universes just gave me the middle finger. They sent me to an isekai in the FUTURE, where I have never seen the sky, felt a cool breeze with the smell of nature, or even saw a sexy, fanservice-y outfit. Instead, I got smoke, bullets and blood. And when The gods finally feel bad and gave the gift of cat-eared people, THE EARS HAD TO BE METAL. How was I supposed to touch ears that were made of steel alloy? Those were not soft!

While I was moping about never going to be able to touch soft, fluffy ears, the little terror stirred. Yawning softly, she slowly opened her eyelids, before exposing two bright blue eyes that seemed to glow. She stretched out, very much like a cat would, with both of her legs curled and arms outstretched on the floor. She seemed unaware of the slaughter that was probably her doing. Instead, her eyes fixated onto me. She got up, and gently walked to me before...

I passed out.

I woke up with a pool of dried blood around me, and an unfamiliar weight on my chest. There were two explanations: either I had put a heater on my chest, or the cat girl was on me. Either way, I probably wasn’t going to move for a while. Where the hell was Quinn? If I looked, I would pass out, and I really didn't need that right now.

I decided that I would wait it out. The floor was uncomfortable, yes, but being mauled to death would probably be more painful. So I contented myself with blood on the floor, and pretended that the weight on my chest was a small heater, and the metallic smelling liquid was just water. I prayed that Quinn wake up soon as possible, so she could save me from this hell soon. I was very aware of the soft breathing on my skin, which was not helping matters much.

This “agonizing” hell continued for what seemed an eternity. I felt a presence and immediately felt relief. Some angel was here to take me out of this hell, and I couldn’t be more grateful. While I was afraid of passing out, I was more afraid of death. But it would be okay since this person gave off a soothing presence, almost… like… my mothers. Oh shit. This was when I realized that it was not an angel who came to save me, but a demon coming to drag me down to even lower depths.

Hiyuki had arrived, and she was not happy.

A sickening sweet smile adorned her face. She slowly made her way to me, undaunted by the blood and the corpses that littered the floor. When she found a decapitated head disturbed her path, she simply stepped on it, crushing it. Hiyuki grabbed out her gun and pointed at my general area, and demanded I explain.

“Hi-hi-hi-yuki! I know this looks really bad but I don’t know the girl on top of me and really wish you would take her off me, please?”

“...”

“N-no-no-no It was NOT a drunken fling! That’s not what I meant! Please believe me! I woke up to find her in the bar, and I went to help her-”

“...” At this point Hiyuki had drawn her twin tonfas, and I was losing consciousness. Then, the figure on my body stirred. A glowing blue eye met mines, and then a full face covered my vision. The girl gently crawled up to me, unaware that Hiyuki had probably transcended to a new power level behind her. She went to my face to gently nuzzle it, then licked my face.

All I remember before passing out was the crackle of electricity as Hiyuki descended upon me like the wrath of an angry god.

After a painful nap filled with giant Hiyukis coming to smite me master bolts of DOOM, I woke up. Still with a headache. God damn.

I attempted to sit up, but something gently forced my head back on the comfortable pillow that I was resting on. I groggily forced my eyes open. A familiar mop of blue hair and bright mischievous eyes greeted me, yet even with all of the kind intentions that they held, it still brought a little fear into my subconscious.

My head. Hiyuki’s lap. Half naked. BARE. THIGH.

My internal systems were going at DEFCON 9 at this point, reaching critical mass. Blood all of sudden had an urge to go down from my head. The splitting headache was not really helping, and it was kind of hard to see Hiyuki’s face through the ample chest that she had.

Mercifully, she let me up off of her lap, where I spotted the cat-human mecha(?) curled up into a corner, dozing. All of the weapons that were strewn across the bar-room floor were neatly leaned against the wall.

Now was the difficult part. How would I explain to Hiyuki that I was not in a relationship with the little jailbait dozing on the corner? I demanded my last two brain cells to work, and come up with a viable excuse.

I found her like this. Yeah right. Fuck that. Damn Hiyuki, you be looking like a snack in your uniform! What. Who was in control of these thoughts? My throat has been feeling a little hoarse, can you give me a little saliva? NO. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again. Apologizing for something I never did? Fuck that, I had my own pride as a person.

While I was absorbed into my own thoughts, I was brought out of those when noticed that Hiyuki had gotten up, and made a very wide berth around Neko-chan, before leaving the room, flashing a dangerous smile that sent a clear message.

“I know that there are a a few attractive women around here, but you MUSTN'T cheat, okies?”

Understood… I was going to get mauled if I tried anything.