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DanDaDan Fanfic - You, Me and I - Chapter 1

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: F/M Fandoms: Dandadan (Anime) Relationship: Ayase Momo/Takakura "Okarun" Ken Characters: Ayase Momo, Takakura "Okarun" Ken, Shiratori Aira (Dandadan), Enjouji "Jiji" Jin, Vamola (Dandadan), Sakata Kinta (Dandadan), Ayase Seiko, Turbo-Granny (Dandadan)

Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Yokarun, Youkai Takakura "Okarun" Ken, Protective Takakura "Okarun" Ken, Doppelganger, Soul Separation, Post-Space Globalists Arc (Dandadan), Dandadan Manga Spoilers, Pre-Relationship, Awkwardness, Yokarun is too honest and Okarun attempts damage control

Summary:

A lot of weird things had happened in Okarun's life since he met Momo.

Befriending ancient ghosts, stopping an alien invasion and being able to travel telephone lines. This has become his new normal.

But seeing a version of yourself holding the girl of your heart in a tight hug and purring like an overgrown cat was still very surreal, even for his new standards.

Could you be jealous of yourself?

Has been ages since I last wrote fanfiction, but DanDaDan just itched the right spot and I was very motivated by all these others fics I read over the past few weeks. I might be rusty, but I had fun!

AO3 link or continue reading the story below.

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A pained hiss escaped Okarun, as he removed the last patch from his face.

Inspecting the cut in the bathroom mirror, he could see that it was almost healed and wouldn't leave a scar in the morning. His ability to recover from wounds of all kinds was fascinating, all thanks to his Yokai powers. Although he never wanted to find out what the limit was. He almost did five days ago.

Taking in a deep breath, he started his evening routine. Washing his face, brushing his teeth, changing into his pyjamas.

And his mind wandered.

It had been a very, very long day.

During the whole evening he had been able to distract his mind with the cheery presence of his friends, the relief that they were all alive and well. Okarun enjoyed the usual squabbling during dinner and just goofing off with Jiji and Kinta talking about their newly acquired toy robots.

But now exhaustion caught up with him, both in mind and body. He couldn't keep the bad thoughts away. The fear, the...heartbreak he had felt when Momo had charged towards that alien and just...disappeared. They say you see your life flash before your eyes before you die. In that moment it had felt like a part of him had died and all the wonderful moments he had shared with her replayed in his head. And for a few agonising seconds he thought that they would not be able to make more memories in the future.

The thought still made his stomach churn and he quickly shook his head, as to get rid of this awful feeling.

To little avail, as something else crept into his mind: Reiko Kashima.

Momo had told him that she was the most powerful Yokai of them all and she had proven that by defeating the alien army effortlessly. And under all his bravado when trying to protect Momo from her, he had noticed how his own Yokai powers felt uneasy in her presence.

It was just by luck that Reiko stopped pursuing Momo on a whim. Something about her finding love? He still didn't quite understand what had been going on, but he was just glad that Momo was safe.

She always managed to get into some kind of trouble, either by being reckless or pissing some higher entity off. Okarun admired her brashness, it's just who she was. But sometimes he wished she would act more cautious.

'But can I actually blame her?' he thought to himself with a sigh. 'I wouldn't care about my safety either if Miss Ayase was in danger.'

A tingle washed over his skin and something akin to a hum echoed in the back of his mind.

His Yokai self agreed with that statement.

thud

His forehead met the bathroom mirror and he felt a slight pang at the contact, something he tried to focus on instead of all these very depressing thoughts running through his head.

Falling asleep would be such a challenge tonight.

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Finished with his evening routine, Okarun left the bathroom and walked towards the spare room. It was always either his room or the boys room when the other guys stayed overnight. Jiji and Kinta were probably already snoozing away.

On his way, he walked past Momo's room, where the girls were sleeping.

A faint light shone from under the door and he could hear some hushed whispers. They seemed to be still awake.

He stopped in front of the door and just stared at it.

She was in that room.

This time the feeling that washed over him was a more aggressive prickling.

He should be in there with her, looking after her. Making sure she wouldn't do anything reckless again, that she stayed with him. Holding her close, wrapping himself around her, giving her safety and comfort.

Shredding anything that would dare approach her to bloody pieces.

His eyes and hair changed to their Yokai colours for a moment.

With a frustrated sigh, Okarun pushed his glasses up and rubbed his eyes, calming his nerves.

It was an absolutely stupid need...nay, desire he felt to protect her. They were safe here and Momo had Vamola and Aira with her. And she could take care of herself.

But...

But what if next time there was not an all powerful Yokai that did their battle for them? What if they were not so lucky and went against an enemy they couldn't defeat?

What if I'm not fast enough?

Thoughts spiralling further down a maelstrom of all the worst possible scenarios, he didn't notice how the door slowly opened.

"Okarun?"

Being yanked out of his dark thoughts, a surprised squeak escaped him and he jumped a step back. Momo was peering out of the half opened door, smiling amused at his overreaction.

"M-Miss Ayase! Don't scare me like that," he whined, trying to stay quiet so as not to wake the grannies who were asleep in another room nearby.

"Your own fault," she chuckled, stepping outside into the dimly lit hallway and closing the door behind her. "Thought you would be snoring in a choir with the guys by now. Or are you trying to spy on us?"

The wide grin she gave him made it clear that she was just teasing, but Okarun still felt caught. He had been standing in front of her room like a creep after all.

"I-I...uh would never...," he stammered, one hand fidgeting with his glasses and looking away from her into the empty hallway.

"Then why are you still wandering around?" Leaning against the wall, she crossed her arms and tilted her head.

He kept his eyes glued to the floor and the second hand came up to his glasses to cling to them. They seemed like a safety blanket at times, giving his nervously shaking hands something to hold on to.

It was a simple question, but he didn't know how to answer it. He didn't feel like lying to her, but he couldn't tell her what was going through his head.

I want to keep you safe in your room.

I'm still angry at you for being so reckless.

I'm afraid that you could get hurt.

I want to hold you and tell you how much I love you.

Even just thinking the last statement made the back of his neck feel very warm. Yeah, he definitely couldn't say that out loud. So he just opted to silence.

"Okarun?" Momo finally spoke up after a very long minute. "You okay?"

The worry in her voice was clear and when he glanced towards her, he could see it in her face too. A deep sigh escaped him, as he mulled over something he could give as a response.

"Today was just...a lot."

Not a lie. But also a big understatement of what was going on in his mind.

Out of the corners of his eyes he could see how Momo raised her arms and let out a groan before flopping ungracefully on the floor.

"You can say that again. I'm sick of all these aliens and Yokai. Just one weekend without anything weird or supernatural would feel like a vacation by now."

Her whine sounded more like she was complaining about a very annoying school report than being attacked by monsters. Okarun couldn't help himself, but to chuckle at her theatrics. And she had a very good point.

"A vacation...would be really nice," he agreed, hands moving away from his glasses and looking at her with a smile.

"Right?" she jumped back up and clapped her hands together, getting very excited now. "Maybe we should really go somewhere. Like..," The gears in her head were working hard, before she finally got it. "The beach! Just relaxing in the warm sun and going for a cool swim sounds like heaven. And I finally could wear that cute bikini I recently got."

It didn't register with him immediately what her last sentence was, too dumbfounded that she was serious with planning a vacation trip and that in the middle of the night. But that was Momo for you, spontaneously deciding on things because the mood struck. He really liked that about her.

Then it suddenly clicked in his head what she had said.

"V-very good idea. I-I'm sure the others would like that too," he spluttered, face flushed.

Suddenly, the floor was very interesting again and his hands were back on the glasses.

'Calm down, calm down!' he chided himself, his inner voice sounding high-pitched from panic. 'You will not think about Miss Ayase in a...in a...'

It was no use. Images of Momo in all kinds of bikinis flashed before his eyes and she looked cute in all of them. He was such a horrible man for having these thoughts.

Unseen by him, Momo just smiled at his very obvious distressed state. It flattered her that just mentioning wearing a bikini would get him so flustered. But then her smile faltered and it was her turn to look bashful to the side.

"Well...maybe it could be...only us?" She hated how sheepish her voice could sound.

At that, Okarun snapped out of berating himself and looked puzzled at her. Was she...was she suggesting what he thought she was?

After glancing at him for a moment, Momo started playing with her bangs and tried to explain herself: "It's just...me and the others, we've been training together the past week and you were...," Knocked out and close to death. She sighed and wrapped her arms around herself. He wished it were his arms. Her eyes met his gaze. "I could do with some quiet for a day or two."

Momo sounded like he felt: Tired. Just tired from everything and wanting some normality. It warmed his heart that she wanted to share that feeling of normality just with him. Going to the beach, having fun and not a care in the world about aliens and ghosts. Just two normal teenagers. And maybe...maybe he would be able to get his courage together to tell her.

"I would like that very much," he finally said, giving her a comforting and reassuring smile.

She blinked at him, before a sigh of relief escaped her and she answered with a grateful smile of her own.

"Glad you agree."

Suddenly her attitude shifted and she gave him a wide grin, while putting one hand on her hips and pointing with the other at him. "And since I came up with this great idea, you can be in charge of organising it. Don't worry, as thanks I will cook you whatever you want."

Okarun let out an amused huff, actually glad she wanted him to be in charge. Momo had a rather careless attitude towards planning, saying it would all work out somehow. He, on the other hand, was already thinking about which train would be best to take and affordable lodges in the beach area.

"That's really not necessary Miss Ayase. I don't mind organising it," he tried to convince her, but to no avail.

"Nah, I insist on it!" she said, thumping her first against her chest. "Come on, tell me what you would like."

That look of determination was all too familiar to him and so he just let his shoulders slack in defeat. It really was too late to argue with her about this. And if he was honest to himself...he always liked it when he got to eat food that was prepared by her.

"I think...I have come to really like your curry...," he mumbled and absently smiled, remembering how heavenly her curry had tasted after he had woken up from his coma. It had given him such an energy boost he had never felt before. The curry...and her note.

His whole body went stiff.

Of course the only reason he could forget about that at all was by having negative thoughts gnawing on his mind, leaving no room to continue agonising if her 'Love ya' note was meant in a platonic or...romantic way. But there it was again on the forefront of his mind, making his whole face flush with the possibility of the latter. Should...should he just ask? Would that be stupid? Was it obvious he should know the answer?

Debating with himself on what to do, he just stared at Momo with wide eyes. And she did pretty much the same, even in the dim light he could see that her cheeks were coloured.

I wish I could see her pretty eyes more clearly.

"Are you finally done with your yapping, you asswhipes? Some people need their beauty sleep over here!"

Both teenagers let out a startled yelp when Turbo Granny suddenly spoke up. They turned their heads to the bedroom of the grannies and saw the little maneki neko doll standing in the half opened door, glaring at them even more grumpy than usual.

Momo was the first to snap out of the shock. Anger turned her expression into a snarl and she pointed at the doll.

"No amount of sleep is able to fix that old hag visage of yours!"

"Rich coming from the gaudy hag! Be grateful I'm in no mood or I would teach you a lesson." While her voice was still full of venom, Turbo Granny did not sound as pissed off as she usually did. Maybe she really was just tired.

"Try me!" Momo growled and was ready to throw hands with the cat doll, only held back by Okarun who had managed to grab her by the elbow. Granny did not care for her challenge and shifted her focus towards Okarun.

"And you wimp!" While still keeping Momo from pouncing at Turbo Granny, his eyes darted towards the doll. "Get a hold of yourself or my spiritual powers will get into a tizzy. And then I have to fix it for you!"

With a frustrated cat sound she threw her little arms up, muttering something about idiot youngens. She did not further explain herself and just went back into the room, leaving the teenagers alone again.

"What is she talking about?" Momo asked, her previous fury replaced with concern. She looked at Okarun, but he was looking deliberately away from her, letting go of her elbow.

"Ahhh...no idea. Probably just grouchy because we woke her up," he tried to reassure her.

But internally, he had a bad feeling about this. The whole evening he had been shifting into his Yokai form partly for a few seconds. Always when his emotions got especially intense. What did Turbo Granny mean with the powers going into a tizzy? There was no use worrying about that at this hour. He probably just needed some rest and everything would be under control again. At least he hoped so.

"We should probably go to sleep too. We can talk more about the beach thing tomorrow."

Momo made an agreeing noise. Relieved she didn't keep probing at the subject, he gave her a small smile. "Goodnight Miss Ayase."

He turned around to leave, but he barely took two steps before she spoke up again.

"Okarun."

Before he was able to look back at her, he could feel her arms wrap around his chest from behind, her body pressing against his back.

She is so close.

Mouth open in a silent scream, Okarun went stiff. His heart was pounding so loud, he was sure the whole house could hear it. He hoped she couldn't feel how warm he got. Why was she suddenly hugging like this? Why now when he barely had the mental capacity to follow his foolish desires to hold her close himself? As much as he didn't want to, he had to get out of her arms or he would do something stupid.

Lost in frantic thoughts, he almost missed her whispered words. "You would tell me...if something is troubling you...right?"

The worry in her voice pulled him out of his flustered panic. With a glance behind him he could see how she had her cheek pressed against his shoulder. Her hair was pleasingly tickling the nape of his neck.

Making her worry was the last thing he wanted to, especially when there was no reason for it in his opinion. She should be sleeping peacefully and not stressing over him. He wasn't worth it.

His arms came up to hug hers that were wrapped around him, drawing soothing circles over the back of her hand with his thumb. If it was to calm her down, he didn't mind the closeness.

"I...have a lot on my mind," was all he admitted to. "But I'll be fine. Honestly, talking with you already helped me a lot. Thank you."

And it was true. She had cheered him up with her antics and idea for a beach vacation, given him something nice to look forward to.

Not completely happy with his answer, she grumbled against his back, but did not push him on that matter.

"You're welcome..." she mumbled. After giving him one last squeeze, she let go of him. He immediately missed her warmth on his back. "Okay, sleep well Okarun."

"You too, Miss Ayase."

They looked at each other for a moment longer. Momo looked like she was hesitating to do something, but in the end she waved at him, before turning to her bedroom door. He returned the wave and trudged towards the boys room.

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As expected, Jiji and Kinta were fast asleep and barely stirred when Okarun crawled into his futon. He just wanted to sleep, all of his body and mind were so exhausted. But apparently the latter was not too exhausted as to not edging him back to those dark thoughts he had earlier, back to worrying about things out of his control, of things that did not happen. This time he had a way to fight back: Thinking about how warm Momo felt against his back and that they would go to the beach, just the two of them.

It really had been so long since they did something together without someone from their friend group inviting themselves. He was happy to have so many friends, but he did miss the times when it was just him and Momo. The undefeatable duo. He chuckled a bit at the silliness of that thought. They would be pretty lost without the support of their allies. But one could imagine.

And so he slowly drifted off, lulled into sleep by thoughts of the good old times, the beach and Momo's warm smile.

After a while Okarun managed to fall asleep so deep that he did not notice the door opening and footsteps leaving the room.

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As soon as Momo had gone back to her room, Aira had started to interrogate her. Why was she out so long? What did she talk with Takakura about? She just deflected the questions with statements of being tired, but Aira only stopped when Vamola let out a big yawn. Grumbling, she settled into her futon, only wishing the alien girl a good night and ignoring their host.

Momo couldn't care less and just flopped onto her bed.

It really had been a long and exhausting day.

There was still some worry nagging at her about Okarun, but she would be questioning him about it more tomorrow. For now she was glad that her suggestion with the beach seemed to have brightened his mood. When she had seen him standing in the dark hallway he had looked so lost. So she had acted all silly to cheer him up and while she hadn't been serious about the beach trip at first, she was happy they both agreed it was a good idea. Finally she would be able to have some quality time just with him.

Blushing at that thought, she wrapped herself in the blanked and ignored her heart doing a little dance in her chest.

After calming herself down, she was able to fall asleep rather quickly. But as deep as her sleep was, so was it restless.

All the horrors of the day that she had been pushed away washed over her now. Scenes from the battles against the aliens flashed in her dreams. She was running, she was fighting.

She was afraid.

The door to her slowly opened. A dark and lanky figure entered the room quietly, carefully stepping between Aira's and Vamola's futon so as not to wake them up. It stopped in front of Momo's bed, red glowing eyes staring at her.

But she did not notice, trapped in her nightmare. Aliens slamming her against walls, punching her to the floor, squeezing her throat. She could only watch helplessly as the city around her was destroyed and her friends deadly injured. She tried to use her psychic powers, but there was nothing and she chocked for air. Tears were running down her face. She wanted this to just stop.

Suddenly a soothing cool washed over her. Nothing constricted her throat anymore, breathing felt so easy again. And then she felt a hand wrapping around hers. She whipped her head to the side.

It was Okarun.

He had taken her hand in his, smiling that bashful but oh so adorable smile of his. All the fear in her evaporated, replaced by a calming warmth in her chest. She smiled back at him.

Momo had been tossing and turning in her sleep, but now she laid there peacefully, the same smile on her face as in her dream. She squeezed the hand holding hers.

The figure sat down beside the bed, watching over her and letting her hold its hand the whole night.

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