Japan. A beautiful country. Where the age of antiquity can meet that of modernity. The birthplace of samurai. A nation founded on principles of honor and chivalry. The perfect place for an extraordinary gentleman to call his home.

"What is this fucking shit?" But also a place where not so gentlemanly types reside. Such is the case of this man in a music shop located in downtown Asaka.

At a glance he appears to be nothing more than a bum. An oversized hoodie covers his form. Sweatpants cover his legs, and his feet are covered in a laughable combination of socks and Jesus sandals of all things. A scarf is tightly wrapped around his neck. Leather gloves cover his hands. Each piece of clothing is a different color. An outfit that speaks volumes about his fashion sense.

He's overdressed for the mild weather outdoors. Though that's not even the oddest thing about him. His face is completely covered by gauze wrap. As if he had just recently had plastic surgery performed on him. Even his mouth and nose is tightly wrapped. There's a similarity between him and the stereotypical Halloween costume of a mummy, created by wrapping oneself in toilet paper. The hood of his jacket is raised and shrouds his head and overall face. The man's eyes are masked behind a pair of dark aviator sunglasses. If it weren't for the gauze, his combination of a hoodie with sunglasses might look akin to the outfit the Unabomber wore.

Basically he was a highly suspicious character.

Said suspicious character was holding a CD case, and staring at the sole employee of the music store. A girl who appeared to be in her early twenties, and who was obviously uncomfortable being addressed by the man in front of her. She nervously chuckled at the crude manner the man spoke.

"Ah, that's ANM48's newest record. It's number one in sales." The man stared at her in silence for a long uncomfortable period of time. This lasted so long the girl felt it was appropriate to break the silence herself. "Um… sir? Will you be buying that?" Again she offered a timid chuckle. Even though she couldn't see the man's eyes, it still felt like he was boring into her soul with them.

The man released a deep exhale of air before he replied. "I can tell you it wasn't because of me that this shit made it to number one." His abrasive personality threw the cashier off a bit. She could only awkwardly smile at him, a perplexed expression plastered on her face. "Excuse me?"

The man continued with what could only be described as a rant. "Seriously. I wouldn't buy the human version of this bland pop trash. Why would I buy the exact same thing made by monsters?" "Sir, um… could you watch your language… uh… please?" Another long stretch of silence was granted to the girl for this comment. Unfortunately for her, the man in front of her was her only customer. Meaning she couldn't find a good excuse to get away from him.

"My language? So I can curse, but I can't say 'monster'?" This time the silence was from the girl's side, as she quickly tried to come up with a good response to that. "Uh… it'd be better if you said 'liminal'?" Her tone of voice made the comment a question.

Which caused the man to mockingly tilt his head to the side as if he was puzzled. "Why? It's basically all the same." The girl started timidly replying. Her words came out with a harsh stutter to them. She was flustered by the man's presence and his manner of speech. "Well… it's just that… it doesn't sound that nice to say… y'know… monster?"

The man snorted rather rudely. Then he sighed. "Are you sure you don't have any of the older stuff here? Jazz, or the Blues, hell I'd settle for Classical at this point." The girl just nodded her head in the negative to his question. Which caused the man to grunt in a displeased fashion. "Not even Opera?" Again she shook her head 'no'. "Damn."

He dropped the CD he had been holding onto the counter, and briskly walked out of the store without so much as a 'goodbye'. Let alone a 'thanks'. The man continued to walk down the street, hands in his pockets, for quite some time. He didn't seem to have a clear goal in his walk, and he ignored the curious gazes he got from random bystanders. The man just seemed to walk for the sake of it. As if it allowed him to process his own thoughts.

What finally stopped him was the grumbling of his own stomach. After muttering a quick curse he started actively searching for somewhere with food. It didn't take long for him to make his way to the market section of town. Here is where the man truly had to display his 'unique' characteristics. Perhaps 'display' isn't the correct term. The man sneaked into an empty alleyway and started undressing.

He disliked doing so in public, but the action was completely rather quickly. Mainly because he was experienced in doing such a thing. The reason for this is not because the man was a nudist. No, this was because when he undressed he truly 'showed' who he was. Perhaps that does sound like a nudist, however it is much simpler than that.

This man was invisible. As in, he was completely transparent. Upon undressing he disappeared. It brings a whole new meaning to the phrase 'the clothes make the man'. This was the reason the man would overdress. If he didn't, you couldn't see him. Imagine as to what would be stranger. A headless man, or one wrapped in bandages.

The man carefully folded up his clothing and placed them atop a tin garbage can. Then he stepped out of the alley, and made his way into the market. Being invisible he was capable of pushing his way past people with impunity. He could be as rude as he pleased without any punishment.

However, his main reason for undressing was in the financial 'opportunities' it granted him. While fully dressed, the random passerby would see him as a bum. This was largely because he was a bum. He was homeless, poor, and bitter at the world. His only means of acquiring what he needed or wanted was thievery.

Being invisible essentially made him the thief that could never be caught, even if stealing in front of someone. However the man did have a conscience. As such, he tried to avoid stealing. It was the only thing that could perhaps ever lead someone to concluding he was a gentleman.

That didn't mean he was a decent fellow. He would steal things on a whim, and often answered the question of 'to steal or not to steal' based on what was convenient for him. Currently he was pilfering whatever source of nourishment he could from random stalls. Just because he was a bit famished.

The busy crowds surrounding the market made it easy for him to slip in and out, and snatch things away without anyone even batting an eye. The best part about his invisibility was the fact that after putting something in his mouth, it became invisible as well as long as it was inside him. Which meant he could eat the food right there. After he had satisfied his hunger sufficiently he made his way out of the crowds and back to his clothing.

He had his pants and shirt on and was in the process of rewrapping himself up when a female voice called him from behind. "Oh! Still up to your old tricks?" The man sighed deeply and ignored the voice, continuing the process of wrapping his face in gauze.

"Hey, turn around. I've been looking all over for you." He continued to ignore her until he had finished covering himself, then he slowly turned to face the voice. The voice came from a woman who was rather tall, at least in comparison to the average Japanese woman's height.

The man himself was only around 170cm. While this was taller than the average Japanese man, it wasn't as tall as the woman in front of him. This irritated the man, as it made him have to slightly look up at her to meet her eyes. Or rather her sunglasses.

"Kuroko."

The woman smirked at him. "Oh? So we're on a first name basis now? I didn't know our relationship progressed that far already."

The man grunted at her. "Don't you have anything better to do Smith? Some paperwork, or at least babysitting some greenhorn monster?" She smiled at him. "Don't you mean 'extraspecies'?" If his eyes were visible, it would be obvious that he was glaring at her. Instead he could only stand there in silence, hoping she got the message. "No, I meant what I said. What do you want?"

She tut-tutted at him. "Sorano, what is this? The fourth or fifth time I've caught you up to no good?" He just stood there with his hands in his pockets. "Third actually." She shook his head at him in disappointment. "Well, you know what they say about the third time right?" He snorted at her. "Third time's the charm?" She smirked at him. "No, third strike you're out." He took a small step back.

She sighed. "Sorano, M.O.N.'s already surrounded you. I warned you about this." At this he sighed as well. "Your lapdogs." Her eyes narrowed at the insult. He continued speaking. "What's to stop me from stripping down and running right now?" "Manako."

The man rubbed his temple. "Don't they have a hostage to rescue or a robbery to stop? Am I really your biggest problem right now? Don't you have anyone else to bother with this crap?" She chuckled at this. A dry, humorless chuckle. "Afraid not, we're going to have to take you to the station."

The man known as Sorano just shrugged. Then he extended his hands. Smith raised an eyebrow at this. Sorano spoke up. "Aren't you going to cuff me or something?" She smiled at this, and gestured with her hand that this wasn't the case. "Last time I did that you just broke out of them anyway. Let's just talk at the station. Don't be a baby. It's not as bad as you think."

The man mumbled something along the lines of 'This damn woman' before shuffling behind her as she led him to a black SUV with tinted windows. He stumbled into the backseat as Smith got behind the wheel. "Have to wait for the others." She said this to him without turning around. He merely grunted in the affirmative.

A few moments later and the members of M.O.N. started entering the vehicle as well. It noticeably creaked under the weight of the Ogre member of the group. Smith started the car and the ride to the station commenced.

"You even brought Tio? Am I really that much of a concern that you needed the extra muscle?" Aforementioned Ogress smiled good-naturedly at the man. "Sora-kun? It's been a while!" The man grunted at her. "I told you not to call me that Ogre. My name's Sorano." She giggled at him. "Ok, Sorano-kun." Again he grunted at her.

"Long time no see Hollow Man. Ya still roamin' the streets in the nude?" This came from the Zombie of the group. Sorano sighed in her general direction before responding. "Same shit, different day. We're still all the same freaks we were last time we met Zombina." He avoided looking at her. She simply frowned in disappointment at his response.

"Monoeye. Good job, you're the only reason I'm here." The so-called 'Hollow Man' said this without any animosity in his voice. The comment seemed genuine to all in the vehicle, save for the girl it was addressed to.

She started fidgeting in place the second the man addressed her. Absentmindedly she checked the rifle in her hands. All she could respond with was a quiet, and very nervous, "Thank you". The man didn't respond back. It helped her to calm down a bit.

The final member of the squad interrupted the tense atmosphere. "What about me, Sorano-senpai? Did I help tooooo?" The voice was condescending and sarcastic. It came from a tan-skinned girl that wore no clothes. Her long light-colored hair was the only thing concealing the nudity of her petite form. Sorano simply ignored her. She smiled sadistically at him. "Oh? Do you hate me so much you won't speak?"

The words brought back the tension that had been gone just a mere minute ago. Again there was nothing but silence. Then a long, frustrated sigh. The wrapped man looked directly at the petite girl. His eyes, if she could see them, were aflame. Anger shone through his very core. His words were calm though. They showed none of the fury he felt at being addressed by her. "Silence, Shapeshifter. Let me face my judgement in peace."

The girl giggled at him. "Please. Don't be so melodramatic, Smith isn't going to do anything too harsh to you." At this point Smith spoke up. "Well Doppel, that's more or less decided by his definition of 'harsh'." This caused Doppel to smile. A somewhat wicked smile.

"Oh please, don't indulge him. He looks like he's getting ready for the chopping block." Currently the man in question had his head bowed with his hands clasped and was uttering a quiet prayer. "Yeesh, just look at the guy. He's as pitiful as last time." Doppel's comment was met with silence.

Tio broke the painful atmosphere. "Doppel, aren't you being a bit harsh?"

Again Doppel snorted. "Come on, look at him." She gestured to Sorano. "What happened last time? He got nabbed and instead of deporting him they just gave him some community service gig." She snorted loudly to show her displeasure. "He ditched it, and we caught him again. Nothing will come of it. He's just going to keep doing the same thing."

Smith spoke up at that time. "Doppel drop it."

The command ended the conversation, making the rest of the ride continue in silence.

AN: First things first. My main inspiration for this story was 'Everyday Life as a Supporting Character' by luckychaos. I didn't believe anyone could bring some semblance of plot to Monster Musume. Then he did just that. Really he's the poster boy for a great fanfic. Especially with this fandom. Now on to the futile attempt at forcing lightning to strike twice that is this story. This won't get in the way of my other story GEGE. Don't worry, I'm working on that too. This story is going to be way more laid-back. The chapters will be shorter too, and in case you haven't noticed it's in third person. I'm trying to stretch my boundaries so to speak. The OC is loosely inspired by H.G. Wells character in 'The Invisible Man'. It's not a crossover, but it is a tale of what happens when the old meets the new.