3 3- Barghest

-Journal of Kazuya Nishino. Last entry-

-Hello whoever might read this. It's likely I'm dead. To those who might not know how I died and read this years after my passing, I'll explain the situation and who I am or was in your case. I'm Kazuya Nishino, third year highschooler. I like games, anime, novels, socializing with my friends and helping good people.

The last part might sound cheesy but I'll get to that later. Right now I'll explain the events leading up to my death.

It was a pretty average day at school, I was talking to my friends Keita and Yuta, secretly glancing over at my crush, (Not telling) when some Ultra-Nationalist extremist came into the school with bombs strapped to his chest. He took my class hostage and started ranting about how Japan should go back to conquering the pacific and rearming our military. Then the police showed up. The POLICE! Guess the JSDF were all busy I guess?

They evacuated the rest of the school and finally, the police got to the class. They tried to negotiate with that guy for hours. I don't know if it was nerves or what, but some cop got too wound up and pushed into the class. Which, of course made the guy set off his bombs. Think the whole school came down, not sure. All I know is that I'm trapped under rubble and something is in my stomach. Blood's coming out but not too fast. I don't think they'll reach me in time so I'm writing this.-

Days later, the Japanese media would find the journal and conduct an interview with Kazuya's brother, Haruki.

"Can you tell us more about your brother? Some parts of the journal have suffered from damage due to the debris and recovering it." A journalist, seated across a young man with black hair and fair features, asked.

"Yes. He was always working out, getting protein shakes and stuff.. hehe.. We teased him for it too. He was small. About one hundred sixty centimeters in height. Pretty skinny and he had a very pretty, feminine face. Runs in the family. He wanted to be manly. But.. Well, the last parts of his journal that were readable proves that wasn't the only reason he tried so hard to bulk up.." He answered, feeling his throat tighten.

"I'm.. I'm sorry.. I just.."

-Journal of Kazuya Nishino. Last page-

"...wanted to help people. Hated I was at the back. [ILLEGIBLE] Always protected. Maybe [ILLEGIBLE] as someone more dependable.-

-End of Kazuya Nishino's last journal-

Bright blue sky. It was strange to see, especially considering he had just died. Or did he? There was a strange culmination of knowledge flowing in his head that made his hands reach out to grab his head. Then he froze.

The hands were bigger than they should be. Powerful, but still distinctly feminine. He was taller now. Heavier too. He took a breath and looked down at himself, no, herself and saw the massive mounds attached to his chest. The creamy perfect skin, the light pink nubs that were barely concealed by ash blonde hair. Yup, he turned into a woman.

"Aauuh..." She hung her head in defeat momentarily, hearing her brusque voice.

Then she shook her head of those thoughts and took deep breaths. The shock never helped her before. She knew she needed to calm down and process everything. She took a seat on hard concrete that barely seemed to cause her any discomfort and took everything in.

'Okay. Fairy.. Fang clan... Gawain..? Queen.. Barghest! But why am I..?' She rested her chin on her hand and searched the knowledge that had been implanted in her head.

She knew who she became. She remembered two lives, two personalities. Kazuya and Barghest. She had played FGO so she knew who she was. But the added perspective and faint memories of being Barghest made her head hurt. It was only after a few minutes of introspection did it disappear.

"Whew.. Now that that's all figured out.. Where am I? Why am I naked?" Barghest stood back up, wiping the dust and dirt off her butt.

She looked around, seeing she was on some building's roof. A few floors off the ground too. She looked down, seeing a strange sight. A teenage blonde girl in a white outfit with a skirt and a golden tiara was fighting two men with dirty appearances. One was as tall as her, with a long, black greasy hair a black skintight mask and in a trench coat, using robotic arms, while the other was a short bald man wearing knuckle dusters, wearing a bandana around the lower half of his face.

The girl just looked incredibly annoyed as the tall man kept pestering her with the robotic arms that fired electricity at her, while the shorter one kept coming in close while she was distracted. The girl only seemed to struggle due to the people that were around. Many had left the immediate area but there were a few recording on their phones.

"Superheroes? Where did I end up at?" Barghest asked, her heterochomatic eyes narrowed at the two supposed villains who were fighting the girl.

'Actually.. Can't I help her? I have the body of a powerful warrior. No matter how.. er.. exaggerated some parts of her look..' Barghest looked down at her exposed chest and powerful muscles.

'One step at a time.. First, help that girl in.. I guess.. knocking these two out? Second, get that tall one's clothes. Third.. profit? To hell with it, let's go!' Barghest huffed and jumped off the building, cracking the pavement as if a heavy object smashed into the streets.

The fight abruptly stopped as they all looked at the goegeous bodybuilder that dropped out of the sky. The tall villain gaped in total confusion while the shorter one nearly ran into a nearby pole gawking. The girl who looked to be a hero just stared at her incredulously.

'IGNORE THE EMBARASSMENT!! Go soft.. Hit the tall one in the stomach with a jab..' Barghest fought down her blush and pushed off the balls of her feet before smashing her fist into the stomach of the tall villain, sending him flying through a nearby electronics store.

'Damn.. I held back a lot too..' Barghest frowned while the short villain yelled.

"Mechanichist! Son of a bitch! His one weakness.. TITS!!" He cursed.

"Eyes up, Chucklefuck." The girl called out before flying over and dropkicking him into a manhole.

"Okay.. Now that he's busy tasting Brockton shit fondue, who the hell are.." She turned her attention to Barghest, who had dragged the unconscious tall villain back out to the street.

Though now, she was wearing his trench coat, which had been unbuttoned at the top because her breasts were too big to fully fit. Mechanichist was completely unconscious and foaming at the mouth. The girl looked to Barghest, who looked a little embarassed at the people recording.

"He's still alive. So.. Well, you know?" Barghest cleared her throat.

"Pff.." The girl nearly broke composure but turned around and glared at the people still recording.

"Holy shit dude.. This is going viral." One of them exclaimed.

"Fucking pricks.. Sorry, you were a real help. But you're gonna end up exposed on the internet.." The girl frustratedly muttered.

"Hm..? Oh! I don't care about that. I was actually embarassed because of the poor shop owner. I really didn't mean to hit him that hard. I should practice more.." Barghest hummed, looking at her clenched fist.

"Ha! Uh.. listen, why don't we drop this guy off and talk in private? I have a few questions for you since.. I've never seen you before." She said while nudging Bargest's arm.

"Sure. I'll let you lead the way. I'm a bit new here." Barghest replied before looking at the open manhole.

"He's definitely not coming back up. I hope.. He probably has shit all over him." The girl snorted, picking up Mechanichist and throwing him over her shoulder.

"I would imagine.." Barghest curled her nose up in disgust and followed.

"Oh, I'm Glory Girl by the way. Or Vicky Dallon if you prefer." She introduced.

"I'm Barghest. Nice to meet you." Barghest replied with a small smile.

"Huh.. Unique name there." Vicky raised her brow in interest.

"Long story.." Barghest huffed, given that explaining it to her would be long, tedious and wouldn't make much sense to her.

After they transport picked up Mechanichist, Vicky took Barghest to a coffee shop. Though, due to her size, Barghest didn't take a seat indoors and sat on a bench outside the shop with Vicky after getting their orders.

"So.. You just trigger or something? Because I've never seen you around here. And you seem like one helluva Brute." Vicky started, nearly making Barghest choke on her coffee.

"Brute..? I wouldn't go that far. I just arrived here and don't know much about.. Well, anything. I only helped you because it seemed like the right thing to do and knew my body's capabilities, to an extent." Barghest answered with a soft exhale.

"Wait.. You can't be a Case Fifty-Three, right?" Vicky asked, sounding more cautious now.

"A what?" Barghest asked back.

"Do you have any.. kind of brands on you? You look human to me." Vicky muttered, looking Barghest over.

"I do not. But if you need to see my body to be sure..-" Vicky held out her hand to stop her.

"Okay okay wait.. Let's slow down. I appreciate that. But not.. here. You're saying you're new here, dunno what's up and why you were naked?" Vicky sighed and asked for clarification.

"Yes, that is the case. I'm a bit lost. I know who I am though, if that helps." Barghest replied.

"Okay.. Uh.. where did you live?" Vicky asked.

"Britain. Though my home is no longer there. I guess technically, I'm homeless now?" Barghest scratched her head.

"Oh man... Mom is gonna kill me..." Vicky groaned, putting her face in her hands.

"Hm? What for?" Barghest asked with a frown.

"For doing this. Come on. I'm bringing you back to my place. To look for any marks and uh.. get you some real clothes. Though I doubt any of mine will fit you.. Maybe the sweatpants..?" Vicky looked Barghest up and down, mumbling.

"You don't have to. Especially if it will get you in trouble.." Barghest stood up with a conflicted expression.

"Eh.. She'll understand once I explain it. I bet my Dad and Amy will like you though." Vicky tapped her arm and stood up after her.

"Well if you insist." Barghest relented.

"I do. Now come on!" Vicky began leading her toward her house.

A half hour later, Amy had returned from the hospital. She was tired, cranky and just wanted to relax when she got home. Usually she'd login to PHO to check the news but she was too tired and too out of fucks to give at the moment. She walked into her empty house, yawned and walked upstairs, where her bed was waiting for her. It was halfway up the stairs when she heard something a bit weird.

"Holy shit, girl.. How big are your tits!? Remind me not to bring you around my boyfriend.." Amy heard Vicky speak from her room, which was open just a little bit.

"I'm.. not sure? Honest." A brusque, deep yet feminine voice replied.

It sent pleasant tingles up Amy's back. She slowly tip-toed to the crack in Vicky's door and looked inside. There, she saw a sight that turned her freckled face bright red. A tall, muscular blonde woman with hefty breasts, full butt, thick legs and abs she imagined grinding meat on, then eating off of. Just to add to her completely unfair beauty was her heterochomatic eyes. One teal-blue and the other being a shade of red. Amy felt her legs nearly give out when she saw her sister feeling the sexy blonde up, looking for something.

"I think someone is here..?" Barghest looked at the cracked door.

Amy jolted into her room, gently closing it while panting.

"Oh it was probably Ames. She gets tired after her work at the Hospital." Vicky replied.

Unknown to them both though, was that Amy had gotten an ungodly rush from the sight. She had to spend a few hours in her room trying to 'calm herself down'.

[And that's the last of the intros! Hope you enjoyed]