#kuko fanfiction

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Temple Kitten ~ Kuko Harai

Summary: At the temple, Kuko finds a stray kitten. As it follows him around, he starts to seriously consider getting a temple cat.

Pairing: Kuko Harai X G/n!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 464

Warning: N/A

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Now, it’s not that Kuko didn’t like animals. It’s just that he was far too busy to take care of a pet. But when he noticed the little orange kitten sniffing around the temple, he seriously considered keeping it.

For starters, it didn’t have a collar. It also seemed to follow him as he did his chores. It felt like fate. Not that he’d admit that out loud. Instead he continued to work while keeping an eye on the kitten, making sure it was safe and taken care of.

When he took a break for lunch, he got a small bowl of water and fed it a bit of his sandwich. He laughed as it tried to steal more and scolded it playfully. Perhaps taking care of a cat wouldn’t be so hard. Besides, a temple cat could keep away the mice.

“What do you say?” He asked the kitten squirming in his lap. “Think you’d want to stay?”

Sure he felt a little silly for talking to it, but he swore the kitten understood what he asked. It practically purred with delight. This just made Kuko’s heart melt.

“Well, you’re going to need a name. How about-”

“Mao! Mao, where are you?”

Looking up, Kuko saw a very pretty individual looking around frantically. However, upon seeing him, they sighed with relief. He backed up a step as they bounded towards him.

“Oh Mao! There you are!” They smiled at him. “Thank you so very much for finding him! I’ve been looking everywhere for him!”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah…”

“How can I ever repay you?”

Kuko shrugged. If he was feeling more petty than he already was, he’d ask for a new temple cat from them. But he kept his mouth shut.

Looking down at Mao, they said. “Well, Mao is the runt of the litter of kittens that were born a couple days ago. I can’t give him to you. But if you want one, you can have one. I can’t take care of all eight by myself, plus their mother.”

He hoped he didn’t look too eager as he answered, “Well, this temple could use a temple cat.”

Kuko could practically see the hearts in their eyes. “Oh my goodness that would be adorable! Yes, you’re taking one now! I’ll let you pick! My house isn’t far.”

Well it got him out of work, plus he got a free kitten.

As he followed them home, he asked, “What kind of name is Mao anyway?”

“Oh, it’s Chinese for cat.”

“That’s dumb.”

“Then I probably shouldn’t tell you that I named the other kittens Cat in different languages.”

He gave you an incredulous look. “Really?”

They nodded. “Yep! Mao, Katze, Gata, Chat, Neko, Goyong-i, Billee, and Maur.”

“Wow.” He paused. “I want Neko.”

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Chaos God Kuko Harai

Summary: Some pesky human is adamant about cleaning Kuko’s temple. He’s not happy. So what is he going to do? He’s going to stop you of course! But how, since he is a God and you’re a human…?

Pairing: Kuko Harai X Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 2436

Warning: Swearing, drinking, and yelling

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A/N: I got carried away. So much so I also gave every HypMic character a God status. So like… if anyone is interested… let me know…

You definitely had your work cut out for you. The temple in Nagoya was in complete disrepair and infiltrated with bugs and assorted small animals. But you wanted to do this. You didn’t study theology all these years to give up because of how rundown the temple was.

With a determined huff, you rolled up your sleeves and got to work. After surveying the rooms and making a list of what needed to be done, you started to haul plants and debris out of the temple. As you cleaned, you made a mental list of what you needed to pick up from the store to decorate the inside and outside. Ideas of what you wanted it to look like started to form in your mind and you couldn’t help but get excited about it.

However, there was a certain someone who wasn’t excited about all these changes. Kuko was beyond pissed off. Who the hell were you to come into his home and start destroying it? It was the perfect amount of chaos for him and now you were giving it order, which is something Hitoya would do. He was not going to take this lying down!

“That little parasite!” He seethed.

Jyushi glanced over his shoulder, watching your work. “Who? Them? They’re just cleaning your temple. It’s about time honestly.”

“They have no right!” Kuko shouted. “They’re taking away the chaos that makes it known that I am the God of Chaos! How dare they!”

Hitoya sighed, running his hands over his face. “You’re such a child. You let your temple go so now you have no followers and no offerings. At least you have one who is devoted enough to do something about it.”

Kuko scoffed. “They’re ruining it, that’s what they’re doing. And I’m not just going to take it.”

“What are you going to do about it?” Jysuhi asked. “I mean, you’re incorporeal. You can’t really go down and tell her to stop.”

“He could.”

Kuko perked up at Hitoya’s words. “I can? How?”

The older God scoffed. “Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.”

“Then why the hell would you bring it up?”

“Because I didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to want to do it!” He shot back before sighing. “But if you’re so determined to ruin your reputation as a God, go to Shinjuku and speak to Jinguji Jakurai, God of Humanity. He can turn you into a human for twenty-four hours.”

Before hearing the end of Hitoya’s little speech, Kuko was off. His “supervisor” just shook his head and rubbed at his temples. How he ever got put in charge of the obnoxious God of Chaos was beyond him. He just hoped he wouldn’t do anything too stupid.

Shinjuku was a lot different than Kuko had expected. But he didn’t have time to sight see. He was on a mission to stop that trespasser from ruining his home. And to do that, he needed to find Jinguji Jakurai, God of Humanity. Considering what he was the God of, he took to searching through hospitals to find him. It made sense that a God who cared about the lives of mortals would be in a place where those very lives hung in the balance.

It took a while, but he managed to find an ethereal man standing over a dying woman and giving her life. He whispered to her, “It is not your time yet. Live.”

When he was done and her vitals were once again stable, Kuko cleared his throat. “Hey doc. I have a huge favor to ask of you.”

“Is one of your followers in need of my assistance?” He asked.

“What? No. I don’t have any followers.” He snapped defensively. “I mean I have one and they’re making a huge mess of my temple! Hitoya told me you could give me a corporeal body so I could stop them. Can you actually do that?”

His neutral face morphed into a disinterested frown. “Giving a God a corporeal body for a reason like that is not beneficial to either party. Our followers may not always do what we want but as long as we have enough faith in them as they do with us, things tend to work out. Why would you want to stop them?”

“Because they’re giving order and structure to the temple of the God of Chaos! That’s so wrong on so many levels, I don’t even know where to start!”

Jakurai sighed and shook his head. “I still see this as a selfish reason to give yourself a corporeal form.”

He groaned. “What’s it going to take to convince you?”

The older God held up his hand. “All I said was I see it as a selfish reason. I never said I wasn’t going to do it. We will go back to Nagoya, I will give you a corporeal form, and you will have twenty-four hours to do as you see fit before you revert back to your God form.”

Kuko grinned wickedly. “Excellent.”

And so the two of them went back to Nagoya, standing before the entrance of the temple. He frowned at the debris piling up near the door. They had gotten a lot done when he was gone. Well it was about to stop right now.

“Now, how do we do this?”

“I can’t believe you’re actually going through with this.” Hitoya shook his head, standing next to Jakurai.

Kuko frowned. “Of course I’m doing this! They’re a menace and they need to be stopped! If this is how I have to do it, then so be it! Now, doc, what do I need to do?”

“Just stand there.” Jakurai huffed. “You have twenty four hours exactly in this form. When those hours are done, you will return to your God form. It’s not painful, just awkward. Any other questions?”

“Can I slap them into the next dimension?”

“No, you will not retain any of your Godlike abilities. You will be completely, absolutely human.” Jakurai waved his staff over him. “Your twenty four hours start now.”

It felt different. His body was heavier but not overwhelming. His skin now felt rough to the touch and his clothes had texture to them. It wasn’t like the smooth, glass-like feel when he was in his God form. 

But he didn’t have time to revel in the different feelings while being human. He had a bone to pick with a certain pest. Screwing up his face into a fiery scowl and throwing his shoulders back, Kuko marched into his temple. A gust of wind kicked up some dust, causing him to cough as soon as he entered.

“Very funny Jyushi.” He muttered to himself before yelling out, “HEY! WHO’S IN HERE?!”

You popped your head out from one of the many rooms in the temple. At first you looked confused before a bright smile illuminated your face. He hated to admit it, but you didn’t look half bad up close. But now was not the time to be distracted. He came here for a reason and he was going to see it through.

And then you hugged him.

“Oh my Gods, it’s so good to see you! I thought I was the only one who cared about the Temple of Chaos God Kuko. Everyone in town thought I was crazy to come here, but I know the Gods are smiling down on me as I humbly serve them. I’m so glad you’re here! I could use some help cleaning this place up a bit and many hands make light-”

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Now, Kuko felt a little guilty as he watched your smile, but he was doing this for a good reason. You weren’t supposed to be here and he wasn’t happy with what you were doing to his home. He was here to stop you.

“I have a permit, if that’s what you’re worried about. I just thought that since Kuko doesn’t have a lot of followers as it is, if I clean up his home temple, more followers would come from it.”

“Maybe he doesn’t want followers because it’s his home.” Kuko snapped.

You frowned, folding your arms over your chest. “Without a base temple, how are his followers going to praise him and ask him for guidance? Sometimes people need a little chaos in their lives-”

He rolled his eyes. “People are pretentious. They think they want his help, but really it’s just them nagging his ear off. No one wants that, least of all him!”

“You’re being unreasonable-”

“No, you’re being unreasonable!” He shot back, venom lacing his words. “You come into his home and mess around with his stuff like it’s yours! Besides, he is the God of Chaos! He doesn’t want a clean, orderly temple! That’s for Hitoya!”

You scoffed. “Fine. If you’re so against this, I’ll go. I know when I’m not wanted.”

“Good! Go!” 

Again the gnawing feeling of guilt entered him. It was a strange and very human emotion. But this was for the best. Things would go back to the way it was. And that’s all that mattered.

“Dammit!” He heard you yell down the hall.

Running over to you, he grabbed your shoulder and pulled you away from the door. “What the hell are you doing?”

You glared at him. “Just because you don’t want me here isn’t going to stop me from leaving an offering.”

He paused. “Offering?”

Rolling your eyes, you turned back to the rusty padlock in front of the door. “Yeah, offering. Usually it’s food, but as long as it’s a gift to a God, it’s an offering. That’s what followers do for their Gods. I have some rum and cake in my bag that I was going to leave at his altar but there’s a lock and it won’t open.”

No one told Kuko that followers gave presents to him. If he knew that, he wouldn’t have stopped you. Glancing at the lock, he realized what room this was. It was his room and the messiest room in the temple. A swirl of embarrassment crawled up his neck, as he didn’t want to show you his room. But if he was going to get a present out of it, then why not?

He tried to pry open the lock with his hands when he remembered Jakurai’s words. He didn’t have his Godly strength. They needed another way in. He pointed next to you.

“Hand me that rock.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You’re not going to bash my head in with it, right?”

He rolled his eyes in response. “Just hand it to me.”

“You could have at least said please.” You muttered as you handed it to him.

With all the might he could muster, Kuko hit the lock. It took a couple tries, but it was rusty enough for it to snap. Wrenching the lock off the door, he opened it, coughing as the dust hit him. His room was still as dingy as he remembered, but that didn’t seem to deter you. You marched up to the center of the room where his “bed” was. Dusting it off the best you could, you opened your bag. Out came a table cloth edged in purple, a bottle of rum with a little cup that you poured some alcohol in, and a dish with some fluffy looking cake. You then kneeled before the altar, pressed your hands together, and closed your eyes.

Oh Lord Kuko.

He could hear your voice in his head. You were praying to him.

I thank you for all the gifts you’ve given me and the challenges you’ve thrown my way. Especially this guy who started harassing me in your temple. I will take this challenge head on and make you proud. Even if everyone is against me, I will restore your temple to its former glory. I swear on my life as one of your most devoted followers. Thank you.

Though guilt continued to fill him for hearing your innermost thoughts, he knew he needed to hear it. You weren’t doing this out of selfish means. You were doing this for him.

“Hey…” He called out as you started to pack up to leave.

“What?”

Kuko felt his ears turn red with embarrassment as he said, “You don’t have to leave. I understand now that you’re not just doing this for selfish reasons. This place, it does deserve some sprucing up, and I think the Gods sent you here to do just that. Please, stay.”

You narrowed your eyes again, but stopped packing your bag. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

With a sigh, you set your bag down. “Well then, come here. I want to show you my ideas and prove to you that it’s not going to be all neat and orderly.”

He sat next to you at the foot of the altar and you showed him your schematics. Kuko had to admit, he was impressed with your designs. Not only were they perfectly chaotic, they were orderly enough so that people could still get through the temple with ease. It was such a perfect design and he wanted to help you create that vision. So he spent the rest of his twenty four hours helping you clean up. He moved debris out of the temple, dusted the marble, and swept up the cobwebs. As you went back to town to sleep, Kuko continued through the night. But by dawn’s first light, he could feel himself fading away. In a last ditch effort, he wrote you a note and left it at the altar for you to find.

And then he was gone.

“So, you didn’t kick them out.” Hitoya’s voice greeted him as he reentered God’s realm. “Why?”

He rolled his eyes with a scoff. “They’re going to bring me presents. Obviously I have to keep them around.” To prove it, he slipped into the altar and took a swig of the rum and a bite of the cake.

Hitoya chuckled as Jyushi said, “Maybe it’s because you like them.”

“I DO NOT!”

“Sure. Whatever you say, Kuko.”

As the two of them left alone, Kuko watched you enter the temple looking for him. But when you saw the note, you looked a little disappointed. He also felt sad for leaving you, but it was for the best. Besides, you continued where you left off last night. He was going to enjoy watching you work and if he missed you enough, he might just have to return to Shinjuku and pay Jakurai another visit.