A Thousand Cakes Won't Be Enough (Rewrite Finished)

"How about that?!" Mavis declared grandly with her arms spread wide. Referring to the magnificent guild structure taking up their view.

"Seen better." Said Kurama in a bored tone.

"Nothing compared to my house." Said Maleficent while regarding the people instead.

"Oh." The guild master's arms dropped sadly to her sides. But her mood improved drastically when the doors opened up. Her friends and family came half-jogging out.

"Mavis, you're back."

"Precht! I met some new friends." Mavis said happily, having recovered from her sour mood.

"I AM A FATHER!!" Came a cry from inside the building.

"Yuri!" Mavis said in a whisper and ran inside. Since she left without introductions, she left an air of awkwardness behind.

"Want to introduce yourselves?" Percht asked. Despite his gentleman charms, neither Maleficent nor Kurama seemed to be aware of his presence.

"No," Kurama answered after a long time. His comfort levels when around humans weren't especially high. More than anything, he wanted to leave.

"Eh, okay. How do you know Mavis?" Percht tried again.

"Who?" Maleficent asked. She only spared the man a glance this time.

"T-The girl you arrived with. Long blonde hair, big smile. Ring a bell?" Now he wasn't the only one who looked very uncomfortable.

"Oh, right, her. Our paths crossed. Not more complicated than that. " Maleficent said. Her answer left much to be desired, but her tone stopped Percht from keeping the interrogation going.

"If Mavis approves of you, it should be fine. Welcome inside, I guess." He wasn't nearly as comfortable as his guild master was. He would have more than one person observing these strangers during their stay.

"Percht, what are they? It feels strange. Did you feel any magic at all?" Asked a plant-human.

"No, not an ounce. I feel tense around them, but I feel no magic at all. Not even their life force. It's indeed very strange."

He was another mage of the guild, and someone Percht trusted immensely. That's why he wasn't shy in answering his question so honestly. What they couldn't possibly know was the incredible hearing of Kurama and the goddess Maleficent. They heard and saw everything.

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"So whatcha think bout them, foxy?" Maleficent was riding on Kurama's shoulders as the explored the city. They had spent hours inside the guild getting to know Mavis and her friends. Kurama had mostly raided their food storage - having paid little attention to the actual people inside.

"Boring, weak, boring... Loud."

"Just like your hosts then. Loud and annoying." She smiled smugly and chuckled. "You must absolutely love them."

"I want to strangle the little blond witch. She just doesn't shut up, does she?" Kurama grumbled while eating a comically large piece of meat.

"Apparently not." She agreed whole-heartedly. Mavis barely shut up while they were at the guild.

"Is that why you refused her invitation to the guild?" She asked.

"I would assume my reason is also your own," Kurama answered.

Maleficent nodded boastfully. "Yes, I would think so." Her eyes caught sight of a small cafe and she ran to it. Kurama followed quietly. His massive frame turned a few heads as he passed people on the street.

Maleficent ignored the doorman and literally rushed right through the door. In an instant, she had caused unnecessary chaos. Kurama entered after her, having to bow down because of his height exceeded the door frame.

"Well, that was not the optimal way to lay low... was it?" Kurama had sarcasm dripping off every word. He had made it clear that he hated bothersome things. This current situation was nothing but bothersome.

"Lighten up, foxy. I own you. We go where I want and do what I want. Right now I want some cake and no pesky door will keep me and my beloved apart." She let her stomach guide her as her fingers traced the glass with the cakes behind it.

"That one!" She stopped at a red cake with way too much cream on top.

She was too occupied to realize that everyone had evacuated the place. She had failed to restrain some of her aura and to say she scared them was an understatement. Only Kurama was left in the mess that was until a minute ago a very nice cosy cafe.

"You're a real princess. Give me that, give me this - I haven't seen a spoiled brat like you in a long time." The man-fox said as he was unwillingly put to the task of preparing the cake.

"Tred carefully. I may be more patient than my family, but that doesn't mean I will allow insults to my person forever."

"That statement would be a lot scarier if your face wasn't buried inside a cake. And for heavens' sake, don't use your hands to eat. Are you an animal?" Kurama said as he ate his own cake, with much more grace.

"Quiet! You are ruining cake-time. Eat your cake in silence or I'll knock you out." Maleficent gave up her plate. "Another one!" She commanded.

"Yes, princess." Her cake servant answered.

Maleficent laid back and rested against the chair. "This is the best life. You know what I want, Kurama?"

"No idea. But I guess you will tell me, princess." He answered stoically as he served her more cake. But Maleficent wasn't pleased enough with his agonizing appearance. It wasn't enough, she thought. She snapped her fingers and Kurama was suddenly wearing an apron.

"Much better. Show more anguish!" She snapped almost sadistically. The agonizing expression on Kurama almost made her climax. If someone said she had a few screws loose, Kurama, at least wouldn't refute it. She had indeed more than one screw loose.

"Anyway. I want to eat cake from every world, my servant. You will make that happen for me, won't you, my handsome foxy?" The feeling was nigh euphoric as she dove into another slice of cake. She had to admit there were some things that mortals simply did better. Pastries were one such thing.

"Of course, brat. Cake from every world, that won't be impossible or take thousands of years. I'll make that happen because I have nothing better to do with my life..." Silently he cursed her existence. This partnership seemed acceptable at first but she might be worse than the shinobi who previously drove him mad. And it became clear that his opinion mattered very little. Patience was the game here - it would surely get better with time.

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