Living in another world as an Oni!

Chapter 93 - 90 Am I the one with the bad naming sense or them?

Chapter 93: Chapter 90 Am I the one with the bad naming sense or them?

Taking care of a child...was more peaceful than I thought?

I mean, she does still annoy me but compared to Gorn and the others? She's basically harmless.

"Hm...Kio!"

"No, too common."

"Uh... Pinky?"

"What the fuck, what is she a dog?"

"Hey, Language!"

My clones, Uno(the missing one) as well as Dos, Tres, and Quatro have been bickering and coming up with names for the kid.

Right now, I'm having a staring contest with the child. Her sitting on the table, her clothes a floral dress we got from Serena and me sitting on the chair in front of her wearing a dark blue female style hakama.

"Sparkle?" Quatro suggests, twirling an imaginary mustache like some mad scientist.@@@@

"No. Absolutely not," I say, narrowing my eyes.

The kid, unbothered by the chaos, kicks her tiny legs on the table, her curious gaze fixed on me. She tilts her head, her big, innocent eyes staring me down as if trying to unearth the mysteries of the universe. Or maybe she's wondering why I haven't offered her another cookie.

Yeah, I made some cookie's for her when we bought her floral dress and my hakama. Maybe some japanese people are here too? I mean how on earth would these clothes be here if not?

"Okay, what about Blade?" says Dos, her voice dripping with exaggerated coolness. "She'll grow up and become a badass warrior with a name like that."

"She's seven," I snap. "And a *Blade* sounds like she's starring in a bad action movie."

"Okay, fine. How about Artemis?" offers Tres, adjusting her imaginary glasses like some intellectual scholar. "A name from the myths, you know grace, and power."

"Do I look like I have time to raise a goddess?"

Quatro slaps the table, standing up dramatically. "Then I propose Snuggles! It's ironic and adorable!"

There's a collective groan, including one from me.

"Snuggles?" I repeat, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Do you want her to get bullied?"

Very far fetched, but I do plan on creating a school here sometime in the future for her and the monster kids

Quatro shrugs unapologetically. "Maybe it'll build character."

"Right. Because that worked so well for you," mutters Dos, earning a sharp glare from Quatro and making me wince.

Yeah, I remember getting bullied before for only having a mother. I didn't care but everytime somebody talks about things like that, it reminds me of her...

I guess even if they are me that doesn't mean they understand what happened, huh?

Do they have like, only the memories but not the emotions I felt back then?

"Enough." I cut them off with a sharp wave of my hand. The clones quiet down, though I can still feel their collective disappointment hanging in the air. I turn my attention back to the kid, who has somehow managed to balance a cookie on her nose like a seal.

"Alright, tiny menace," I say, leaning forward on my elbows. "What do you want to be called? Got any preferences? Cool nicknames? Weird hobbies we can name you after?"

"Oh, this is gold!" howls Quatro, practically rolling on the floor. "You're her mom now! Congrats!"

"Shut up!" I snap, my face heating up. "She doesn't know what she's saying! And if she calls me Mama, then you guys are too! You're basically me!"

"Seems pretty clear to me," says Tres, smirking. "Guess you're officially parent material. And we don't care!"

"She is not calling me that!" I protest, but the kid has already climbed onto my lap, snuggling against me like it's the most natural thing in the world.

"Aw, look at you," says Dos, mockingly wiping away a fake tear. "All grown up and raising a kid. I'm so proud."

"I hate all of you," I mutter, but my voice lacks its usual venom. The kid is warm and soft, her small frame fitting perfectly against mine. It's... weirdly nice.

Diez, the now voice of reason, clears her throat. "If she's calling you Mama, she's going to expect you to act like one. Are you ready for that responsibility?"

"Absolutely not," I say immediately.

The kid, apparently sensing the tension, looks up at me with those big, doe-like eyes. "Mama?"

And just like that, I'm defeated (┳Д┳)

"Fine," I grumble, slumping in my chair. "But we're still giving you a real name."

The clones cheer, already throwing out more ridiculous suggestions. "How about Victory? Or Trouble! Or—oh! Pinky Snuggles!"

I groan, pinching the bridge of my nose again. "Someone kill me now."

The kid giggles, and despite everything, I can't help but smile. Yeah, taking care of a child isn't so bad after all.

As long as I survive the naming process, that is.

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By the time the chaos dies down, we settle on a name that's not too absurd but still feels right: Mika. Short, simple, and easy to yell when she inevitably gets herself into trouble.

"Alright, Mika," I say, ruffling her hair. "Welcome to the family!"

She beams up at me, her grin infectious.

The clones, meanwhile, are already plotting their next big project—teaching Mika how to prank me.

Taking care of a child might be more peaceful than dealing with Gorn and the others, but with these idiots around? It's definitely not going to be boring.

And honestly? I think I'm okay with that.

Little theater:

*Mika is sitting on the table, scribbling on paper while the clones are cleaning up the room.*

Dos: "Mika, what are you drawing?"

Mika *seriously*: "You."

Dos *peeking*: "Why do I look like a potato with legs?"

Mika: "Because you are!"