Chapter 5: Lets try it out.
The next day, Gidorah woke up to a smell he hadn't known in a long time. An aroma belonging to something good, Something scrumptious.
Ever since coming to this world, he hadn't really thought about eating anything, well for one, he hadn't once gotten hungry, maybe due to his dragon metabolism or perhaps magic, whatever it was, he had no idea what it was, but at least he knew that whatever it was that was creating such a tempting aroma, was definitely something he wouldn't mind gobbling down his throat.
He opened one large, slitted eye like a curious child, taking a peak as to what it may be.
Unexpectedly, he saw that Mitsuki was walking into the cave. She carried a small, steaming clay pot carefully in her hands. When she saw that he was already awake, she froze for a second, then bowed her head.
"You're awake, great one," she said, her voice quiet. "Forgive me if I awoke you unexpectedly but, I thought you'd be tired after all you'd done to help us so.... I wanted to make you a meal. To thank you." She held the pot out a little.
"I am sorry for the lack in quantity, but, We have so little food right now. I could not make anything grand."
" But I truly hope it's too you're liking."
Gidorah stared at the little pot. With intrigue.
A meal. For him?
One, it came as a suprise to someone who'd only known to eat junk food in the comfort of his gloomy room.
And two, ever since his parents had left, no one had really done such a thing for him before, well no one except the fast food delivery men of course.
The idea was so strange it took him a moment to process.
' Well she's not wrong about their food situation.' he thought. ' They practically have nothing. And yet she's here, sharing what little they have.'
Mitsuki shifted nervously while awaiting his reaction. But on seeing that he hadn't said anything yet, She bit her lip, then spoke again, her eyes on the cave floor. "Great one... I mean not to be presumptuous but, would you... consider changing your form? To a human one? It would make serving you... easier on my part."
Gidorah's other eye opened. Change form? Can I really do that? He'd thought about it several times already but never really tried. He'd just always been the dragon.
' Since she says it's possible, why not give it a try.' He said, focusing.
He thought about standing on two legs, and having a pair of normal hands again.
The next moment, A strange, warm feeling spread from his core. A green mist, glowing softly, swirled around his huge body, wrapping him up completely. He felt a pulling, shrinking sensation. It didn't hurt, although It felt like folding a large map into a small pocket. And in this case, he was the map.
Almost instantaneously, The mist cleared.
He was still standing. But now on two feet.
He looked down at himself. He had hands, actually human hands, a body not covered in scales. He was a man again!
He rushed over to a still pool of water in a corner of the cave and looked at his reflection. He almost gasped.
It was him, no, to be precise. He had the same face he'd had in his last life. Sure it was Average looking. Like nothing special.
Except... his hair was a deep, shining green, like emerald moss. And his eyes, when he peered closer, held the same green glow.
' Is it because I wanted to look like this, could that be why I look like I did in my past life?' Gidorah wondered whether his conjecture was actually true, if so, then didn't that mean he could become anyone he thought of.
Before he could try that out, A soft gasp made him turn.
He saw Mitsuki staring at him. Her face had gone bright, burning red. Her eyes were wide, and they weren't on his face. They were locked somewhere much lower.
Gidorah looked down. Only for his pupils to constrict..
Panic shot through him when he realised he was actually standing butt naked.
'Clothes! I need to get some clothes on.' it was different when he was in his dragon form, then no one found it strange since he was covered in scales but as a man, he couldn't possibly go around like this now could he?
While feeling nervous, a thought crossed his mind. ' Wait, I was able to become a man again so perhaps I can make clothes too?' He didn't hesitate to try out his hypothesis.
He thought desperately about covering up himself.
The green mist swirled around him again. When it faded, he was wearing a eye-catching emerald tracksuit.
' Hahaha , yes, it freaking worked.' Gidorah was relieved, moreover, It felt comfortable, and snug as a bug.
He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "It's okay," he said, his new voice sounding rough from lack of use. "There's no need to be frightened, I'm... covered now."
Mitsuki slowly dragged her eyes up to his face. Her blush didn't fade. She swallowed hard. "I... I must apologize for my display," she whispered, bowing her head again, deeper this time. "It was disrespectful of me. As your bride, I should have already prepared myself. I should be ready for when you wish to... to take my body as you please."
Gidorah's brain stopped.
Bride?
Take her body as I please?
What on earth is she saying?
Before he could be overwhelmed with confusion, yesterday's events crashed into his mind. Particularly about the moment the old woman was offering him the young girls. "If you would take one to be your own..." He'd thought they meant a servant or a maid. He hadn't even considered... a wife.
His eyes, without him meaning them to, flicked to Mitsuki. Now that the shock was fading, his eyes roamed around her body like a slippery snake.
She was still bowed, but he didn't seem to see that, rather what he saw were the soft curves under her simple dress. The way it hugged her waist and flared over her hips. His gaze traveled up, noticing the gentle swell of her breasts as well as her slender neck.
'Oh...' he thought, the single word echoing in his suddenly blank mind.
A new, entirely different feeling stirred in his chest while his blood momentarily rushed towards the spot in-between his legs.
He looked at her flushed face, her nervous posture, the more he looked at her vulnerable form, the more he felt his heart rate accelerate, was such a woman really now his wife?
Maybe, he monologued inwardly, a slow heat spreading under his skin, I picked the right one after all.