Introduction-
He is the one who did this to me. He may have forgotten, but I have not. Deny it all you want. People don't even know what they are talking about. I do. I have experience. I do not know what this strangeness is, but I will soon find out. He will know. He should. They say he is different now. I will not believe until I see it. I've heard rumors that he is disguised as a human. Pathetic. He thought it would be funny, you see, to change an innocent young woman into this. And I don't even know what this is. Whatever it is, it's not natural. And then he goes off trying to pass as a human. It's really ironic.
'Take it all away,' I had said. 'Make it stop'. I do not know why I wished this. It is a piece of me that is gone. He put me into a dreamless sleep, pretty much like being in a coma. How long? I'm not too sure myself. But I'll find answers. Oh yes, lots of answers. Need I make a list? My mind is confused. How much has gone by?
Where am I? Who am I? All that's left of the previous me is the memories of him. It is this remembrance that motivates me, that keeps me going. He probably left them there to irritate me, to drive me mad. I must be strong. I must.
Chapter 1
Bars in the demon world are slightly different than the ones in the human world. For one, beer is something that only a few demons have acquired a taste for. I earn a few strange looks while I sip my Sapporo. Another thing is that they don't check for ID. I must say that I am a little under aged for beer, at least I think I am; I'm not quite sure how old I am. But it's not like I go and have ten beers a night and get drunk. One is a privilege enough for me. Besides, beer is so much better than the alternatives at this place.
God, he is late again. If it wasn't for...Well maybe he'll have some useful information. Last time was total trash. Nothing I didn't already know. Ah, here he is now. Looking around to make sure there is no one here he knows. Like last time. I give a little wave to get his attention, and he spots me and waltzes on over to me like he owns the place.
"Hey, , can I get you anything to drink?" I ask, trying to sound cheerful.
"Uh, yeah, I guess. Hey, bartender!" Whoa. He was trying the polite act tonight.
"You're welcome," I say, winking at him. What can I say, I'm trying to get on his good side, and maybe he'll give me bonus information.
As he orders his disgusting drink, he takes his hood off. His bluish green skin looks turquoise under the strange lights. Like a typical ogre, he has a horn in the middle of his forehead, pointy ears, and sharp but not poisonous teeth. It is actually pretty lucky I came across him to get my information, not someone or something that eats humans or anything. works for the Underworld, which is how he gets my information. He is just a lower class ogre, with no high position or power. Yet unknown to his boss, he also sells that information that he is supposed to be keeping top secret. Lucky for me.
"So , what do have this time?" I asked, lowering my voice.
"Well, that depends on what you have." See what I mean?
"Okay, here we are," I said as I pulled out my coin purse that I had stowed away in my cloak.
once again his his little scanning of the room. "Okay, show me what you got."
I pulled out the small items I had kept hidden. They were small enough to stick in my trusty coin purse. Last time, a much larger bag was needed.
"Hmmm. Interesting... That amulet there, that's got to be a one of kind thing... That gem would sell for less than half of my daily pay... Next time get some bigger ones..."
Yes, this is how I get my information. I'm not proud of it, but it's not like anyone's going to miss these pretty things. No one alive, that is. "Okay, shoot away, tell me what you got," I insisted.
"Okay, I missed my lunch break to get this information, so it better be good enough for you," he said as I leaned closer. "I heard that he works with that Spirit Detective, Uremeshi. He was on the winning team for the Dark Tournament. They are currently on what you may call a holiday. Somewhere in your human world."