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DanDaDan Fanfic - You, Me and I - Chapter 2

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?

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The woosh of the ocean.

Momo's brilliant laugh.

Those were the last echoes of his dream Okarun could still hear when he slowly started to wake up. The sun was shining into the room, right into his face. That was okay, he wasn't one to sleep that long anyway. And he was surprisingly well rested. The fear of a restless sleep or horrible dreams seemed to have been unwarranted. Such was the power of thinking happy thoughts about Momo.

He felt around for his glasses and slowly sat up when he found them. Rubbing his eyes and putting his glasses on, he looked towards his friends.

Jiji was yawning, stretching under the blanket of the futon and mumbled a good morning.

Kinta was still deep in slumber.

Smiling, Okarun wondered what they would have for breakfast.

Suddenly a shriek rang through the house. It was a girl's voice.

Any sleepiness was instantly gone. Okarun and Jiji looked at each other and then jumped to their feet, running out of the room.

Kinta kept snoring.

Adrenaline rushed through Okarun. It probably was nothing, but with the events from yesterday still fresh on their mind, they were still easy to spring into action.

Slower than he would have liked, they reached Momo's door, Jiji being first. Just a small part of Okarun wondered how he was able to be faster than him.

"Momo, you alright?" Jiji shouted into the room as soon as he opened the door and entered, Okarun right behind him.

What the boys saw made them stop in their tracks.

"Momo, what are you doing? Let go of Takakura this instant!" Aira growled.

"I'm not the one who is hugging here!" Momo bit back.

"Hugging!" Vamola exclaimed happily.

They were not looking at Okarun. They were looking at a figure with grey skin and white hair: his Yokai form, cuddling up to a very flustered Momo.

A few minutes earlier

Momo grumbled in her sleep. She had forgotten to close the curtains of her window completely last night, so the early morning sun was tickling her nose, trying to wake her up. But she didn't want to, her body still feeling a bit achy and she was just comfy in her bed. With another grumble she turned around, facing away from the window.

A cool thumb stroked over her knuckles.

That was part of her dream, right? Her whole dream had been of her and Okarun holding hands, talking about everything and nothing while walking past different sceneries. Just the two of them. No annoying skanks or vicious aliens.

"Momo-chan~"

A delightful shiver ran down her spine when he whispered her name like this. His raspy voice tickled close to her ear, making her hum in contentment.

But...he never called her Momo-chan. Only when he was transformed. And that was exactly what his voice sounded like.

Confused about this, she slowly started to blink the sleep away. A pair of gentle vermillion colored eyes looked at her, a hint of a smile in them.

Huh, how odd. Aren't his eyes more glowing red when in this form? Was it because his black maw was missing?

"Good morning Momo-chan," he greeted her, voice still low, only for her to hear.

"Mrning Okarun," she slurred sleepily.

Then it hit her. Okarun was here in her room, transformed for whatever reason and very close.

Her eyes shot open, wide awake and she flinched back. She could see now that he was kneeling in front of her bed and when she flinched back, she noticed that she was actually holding a hand in hers. His hand. She was so confused. And her cheeks were so very red.

"Hope you had a nice dream," he almost purred at her, unfazed by her flinching. Unlike her.

'How can his voice sound like...that,' she panicked and shuddered pleasantly. It felt like the vibration of his voice gently brushed her ears and then danced down her spine. 'Stop focusing so much on this!' she chided herself and managed to sit up.

"Okarun, what the hell are you doing here?" she quietly hissed. Her eyes darted to the two futons on the floor, which luckily did not move aside from slowly raising and falling.

"Watching over you." His voice and also expression were so matter of fact. As usual.

What was not usual was how he stood up and sat down on the bed right beside her. She just looked puzzled at him. Because he had never been so bold before and because she didn't get what he was saying.

"Watching over- What do you mean?"

But then it dawned on her and she looked down. She had dreamt of holding Okarun's hand. And here she was, still holding his hand. And she didn't feel like letting it go yet.

She looked back at him. His eyes never left her, but she noticed how his shoulders slouched a bit. Did he look...guilty?

"You were having a nightmare. Thought I could help you with that."

Momo let out a small, breathy laugh. Somehow he knew she had a horrible nightmare, came to comfort her in the gentlest way and now felt guilty for it. He was so sweet, even when he was in his Yokai form.

"You did. Thank you Okarun," she said with a smile. This perked him up visibly, his slouch gone again.

But speaking of his Yokai form...

"That aside...any particular reason why you're transformed?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. He just answered with a shrug and a simple "No."

Then why was he transformed in the first place?

She wanted to question more, but he was moving now. Letting go of her hand, something she did not like but would not utter out loud, he scooted back to sit more comfortably on her bed. Before she could ask what he was doing, one hand was on her lower back and the other one went under knees. He gave her no time to protest and honestly, she was too stunned to do so and was only able to squeak in surprise. He picked her up to set her down between his legs, making it so she was sitting sideways against him. Having her placed where he wanted her to be, Okarun moved the hand from under her knees on top of them and wrapped his other arms around her back, hugging her close to him.

"You're so warm~" he hummed and nuzzled his face into her hair.

"Okaruuun..." she whined, her voice very high pitched. Her brain was short circuiting, not knowing if she should enjoy the attention or flee his arms.

It was not like she disliked being cuddled by Okarun, very much the opposite. She had thought many nights about cuddling with him. But she didn't know if he had wanted it. And if at all, she had expected it would be with his more shy self. Not the one that would just casually pick her up and make her skin tingle with his voice. She was sure she felt warm for him, because she was boiling in embarrassment. Not even his cool touch could change much about that.

Before she could even begin to calm her nerves and maybe even enjoy the cuddle, she looked towards the futons and saw that Aira was sitting up, her back to them.

'Fuuuuuuuu...'

If Momo had been nervous before, she was full on panicking now. It was one thing if Okarun suddenly wanted a cuddle, but absolutely not with an audience. She started to squirm in his arms, but his hold was firm.

"What's with all that noise?" Aira grumbled and turned around to look disgruntled at Momo, who went completely stiff in Okarun's arms. A few seconds went by, in which Aira was processing what she was seeing. And then she let out a shriek, one that startled Vamola awake, looking around confused.

Momo sank even more into Okarun with a groan and covered her beet red face with her hands.

"What a bummer..." Okarun grumbled into her hair.

Back to present

"Why are you even in here Takakura? This is the girls room!" Aira complained. It was very visible that she was jealous of Momo's position.

The Yokai Okarun opened one eye lazily to look annoyed at the girl.

"Don't bother me, yo. Sat on the floor the whole night. Want to cuddle with Momo-chan now."

To emphasise his statement, he raised Momo up with his legs and now nuzzled his cheek into the nape of her shoulder. Aira let out a shocked gasp, hurt at the words and the action.

Okarun, the human, just looked shocked at what was happening in front of him. His thoughts ran a hundred miles per hour. How on earth was he standing right here...but also over there at the same time? Cuddling Momo nonetheless, a fact that stung. Not because of jealousy. Absolutely not. But who or what was he? A clone? A time traveller?

Having apparently enough of the humiliation, Momo forced her way out of her captors arms, albeit he let her go with a displeased hum as soon as he realised she really didn't want to be held anymore. The moment Momo was standing up, Aira went up right into her face, demanding to free Takakura of whatever spell she had him under.

While the two girls were squabbling, cheered on by Vamola, the eyes of the two Okarun met.

Okarun gulped. He had never been at the receiving end of the piercing stare of his Yokai form before. There was never time to look at himself in the mirror when fully transformed and he had never changed outside of combat or training. His face was very hard to read. A lack of expression, just as the others had described to him before. How could they handle this? It was kinda unnerving.

Beside him, he could hear Jiji mutter: "This is wild man...," looking between the two Okaruns.

And then suddenly, the other him nodded. "Yo."

Was he...greeting him?

Polite as ever, Okarun couldn't help but raise a hand to return the gesture. "Uhm...hi."

The girls had noticed that Yokai Okarun had addressed someone, so they stopped their fighting and looked over to the door. At first, they only spotted Jiji.

"Enjouji!" Aira shouted, letting go of Momo and stomped towards him. "This is the girls room! Neither of you two should be...here..?" That's when she noticed Okarun behind Jiji. Her eyes went wide.

"Takakura? But...how..?" She looked between him and the other one still sitting on the bed. Momo craned her neck behind her to see what got the other girl so bewildered. Her eyes also went wide and darted between the two Okaruns.

The Yokai was unbothered by all the stares, while the human scratched his head awkwardly.

"Why are there two Okaruns?" Momo asked the question out loud that went through all their heads. The others looked at them, waiting for an answer. While nobody was outright in a fighting stance, Okarun could tell that they were tense, aside from a very puzzled Vamola. And he couldn't fault them. Who knows who that other guy was and what he wanted.

"W-well, he could be a shapeshifter?" he tried to provide some possibilities. "Or someone cloned me? Maybe the Serpoians got some DNA from-"

"And who says that he is the fake one?" He flinched when Momo suddenly interrupted him. Her eyes had a hard glint to them. He didn't like it at all that she looked at him like this.

She stretched her arms out and two psychic hands wrapped around the Okaruns, lifting them up from the ground. Not gripping hard, but in a hold that made it impossible for them to move.

"M-Miss Ayase, what are you doing?" he asked her confused, his legs wiggling in the air. His counterpart just sagged forward like a rag doll and muttered: "How depressing..."

"Just making sure neither of you can run away until we know who the fake one is. Sorry Okarun."

"No one here is a fake, yo."

The Yokai got ignored, as Momo was closing her eyes in concentration and the others mulled over how they could identify who was the real Okarun. Jiji was the first to come up with an idea, tapping his fist into his flat hand.

"How about we ask questions that only the real Okarun knows?" he suggested with an enthusiastic smile. Aira looked a bit sceptical at that. "We don't know how much the fake one has spied on us, he could have loads of information."

While the two discussed how effective questions would be, Okarun just hung forward like a wet dog in the grasp of the psychic hands, mimicking the other Okarun. He was not happy with this situation at all, how his friends talked about him like he was not there. He had hoped they would see that he was definitely not the fake one. Never would he transform and just strutting into Momo's room to cuddle with her!

....

Okay, maybe he would do that, only when he was transformed. The non-existing filter in his Yokai form did not apply only to what he would say, but also what he would do. Most of the time he had managed to keep anything under control that would result in unnecessary physical contact that was not battle related, even though his body was literally screaming at him to nuzzle up to Momo post battle.

Letting out a deep sigh, he looked up to see his counterpart still just hanging there, his eyes fixed on Momo. Okarun did not like this at all and glared at him. The Yokai must have sensed the glare, as just his eyes moved towards him. Usually, when something was a threat, especially towards Momo, his Yokai instincts would prickle in the back of his mind. But the whole time, he had felt nothing of that sort.

"Hey, Okaruns!"

Jiji's cheery voice snapped them out of their staring contest and they looked towards him.

"What's my favourite football team?" he asked them with a wide grin, seemingly very proud of his question.

Is he serious? Not only was that a very simple question for a friend of his, but it was also the same the Kita family had asked him back when they tried to figure out if he was a friend of Jiji.

"Paris Saint Germain," Okarun answered without hesitation. Same time as the Yokai.

"Wohoo, ten points to both of you!" Jiji cheered, pointing finger guns at them.

"The perv could have answered that question," Aira growled at him. "It defeats the purpose if you ask such simple questions." She tapped her finger against her chin while she raked her brain for a good question. She let out a satisfied hum when she got an idea: "This is something only Takakura should know: How many musicians did we fight in school for the old cat's training?"

A relieved sigh escaped Okarun. Luckily she didn't ask which musicians they had been. He might know half of them.

"Six of them." Again he answered in union with the Yokai, which in turn made Aira groan in frustration: "This is getting us nowhere!"

Now Vamola chirped up, waving her arms: "Secret!"

Well, Okarun did tell Vamola something that he hadn't told anybody else...yet. But he would absolutely not reveal what it was in these circumstances and definitely not to their whole friend group. He squirmed slightly in the grip of the spectral hands. Surely there was a different way to solve this?

Apparently the Yokai had far less hesitations to speak of the secret he had shared: "We told Vamola that we lo-" "ABSOLUTELY NOT!"

Everyone in the room looked startled at Okarun, even Momo who had been silent the whole time. He had interrupted the other Okarun the second he realised he was about to spill the beans.

"There are NO secrets I shared with Vamola. Absolutely nothing!" he insisted with burning cheeks and shot the Yokai an angry glare, daring him to continue to speak. He was actually opening his mouth, ready to speak up again, when Momo interrupted him: "Forget those stupid questions. Okarun."

Both of them looked at her expectantly, but her eyes were on the human one. "Can you transform?"

"Huh?"

What would prove that? Maybe that he wasn't a clone, but a shapeshifter could kind of transform. But he could see it in her eyes that she had an idea and so he did as she asked...or at least he tried.

If he wasn't transforming automatically due to danger and instinct, he usually just had to summon that tickle of power from the back of his mind and he would change. But nothing happened. His bones stayed the same, not even the slightest tingle under his skin. Confused, he looked down at his unchanged body.

"I...I can't," he stammered.

"What do you mean, you can't?" Aira asked, baffled.

"I don't...I don't know. It's like...the spiritual energy is...gone."

He felt nothing at all. Even when Momo was suppressing Turbo Granny's curse in the beginning, he could always tell that something was there. Right now he felt...nothing. Normal. Just like before the curse ever happened.

Confusion and a bit of panic rose in him and he looked at Momo. Her face was in a frown, like she just received news she didn't like.

"You!" Now her attention was on the Yokai. "Can you change back?"

"Sorry babe, ain't happening," he just answered, looking rather bored and resting his chin on the spectral hand.

"How is this possible?" she muttered to herself.

"Penny for your thoughts Momo?" Jiji asked her.

"She probably spotted something with her aura sight."

Everyone in the room jumped as Seiko suddenly chimed in. Turning around, they saw her leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.

"You kids can't go one day without something weird happening, huh?" She looked from one Okarun to the other and then at her granddaughter. "So, what's the deal with them?"

Everyone's attention went to Momo, who thought about the best way to describe what she discovered. While she did so, she lowered her arms, the psychic hands letting go of the two and vanishing.

"Yeah, I checked their auras. Everyone's unique, you can't copy that. At least I don't think you can." Her grandmother nodded in confirmation, so she continued, looking at Human Okarun: "His aura is the normal Okarun aura. He is the real deal."

Okarun put a hand on his chest and exhaled, while Aira, Jiji and Vamola cheered. Good that this was solved. And without having to spill any embarrassing secrets.

"The problem is just..." Momo spoke up again. She was chewing her lips, annoyed at a riddle she couldn't solve. "Turbo Granny's spiritual power. I can usually see it within Okarun, but it's completely gone. That's why he can't transform."

"Huuuuhhhhhh?!" everyone exclaimed in surprise. How could the power just be...gone?

"I assume that has something to do with him?" Seiko jerked her chin towards the Yokai and Momo nodded.

"Exactly, he-...uhm..hi." She had turned her head around to look at the Yokai, but stopped with her words when she noticed that he was standing right behind her, almost looming over her. Not that she felt intimidated by this at all. Just slightly warm.

"Hi~," he replied, looking down at her. Again with those gentle eyes. Yep, she was just a bit warm.

Clearing her throat, she continued: "His case is a bit weird. Usually Turbo Granny's spiritual power is intertwined with Okarun's. When he is normal, his own aura is more dominant, when he is transformed her spiritual power is dominant. But he," she pointed with her thumb behind her at the Yokai, who decided to slouch forward and rest his chin on the top of her head with a hum. Momo was very proud of herself for not squealing and keeping her cool. She focused on Okarun's very appalled expression, which looked funny. "He technically has no own aura. Most of him is made of Turbo Granny's spiritual power, contained by a few layers of Okarun's aura to make him look like...him. At least that's the best way I can describe it."

Seiko hummed in understanding at that explanation, while most of the others scratched their heads, trying to wrap their heads around this information.

Not Okarun. He only understood that the Yokai powers he had were not with him anymore. They were loose. He knew best how dangerous and uncontrollable they could be. And they were standing way too close to Momo.

"So, he is just a Yokai with Turbo Granny's powers that manages to look like me??" he said and walked towards the Yokai. In an attempt to get some distance between him and Momo, he grabbed his upper arm and pulled him away from her, to stand between them. To protect her of course. Not because he could feel a prickle of jealousy. Not at all.

Momo blinked confused at Okarun, manhandling his other self, who didn't seem unfazed by this as usual.

"Bit more complicated than that kiddo," Seiko said. She lit a cigaret that she had in her mouth. "He basically is you. Well, your Yokai self. You two simply split up."

His angry stare softened a bit.

Split...up? So that was him? At least some part of it? So he would not dare to hurt Momo, right?

"But how?" Aira asked with a whine, not liking how confusing this was. "How can his transformed form split up from him?"

"Ikiryō."

Again everyone was startled. Turbo Granny had appeared behind Seiko's leg, staring at the two Okaruns.

"I told you to get a hold of yourself four-eyes. Tch, what a mess," she groused. "And we haven't even had breakfast yet."

#DanDaDan #dandadan fanfic #Momokarun #momo ayase #Okarun #aira shiratori #jiji enjoji #Vamola #Turbo Granny #seiko ayase #My writing #color picked Yokarun's eye colors and it said the bright red one is 'Racing Red'#how perfect is that? 😂#Do I focus a lot on Yokarun's voice? Yes. Do I have a voice kink? Probably. But I just really enjoy his voice #both in Japanese and English!

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