Humans had taken over. The youkai had gone into hiding, so few of them were
there left, that they had almost no hope for the future of their race. It
was because of their indifference and carelessness that the humans had
proliferated so. Now, one demon has taken it upon himself to claim back
what was theirs to begin with.
~*~*~*~
Chapter one: Don't cry over spilt drinks
He walked through the crowded streets of Tokyo, searching for the perfect target. He had decided that it was best to kill humans with tactic, rather than pure hatred. He stopped at familiar scent and looked up. "Finally," he said, walking into the bar. Stalking up to the counter, he gruffly ordered a beer and then sat down. It was going to be a long night.
Somebody yelled something, but he was too deeply into his thoughts that he didn't noticed. He felt a cold liquid drench his lap. Looking up, he could see the deep crimson that the waitress had turned. He growled at her, causing the young woman to shudder in fear.
She bowed to him. "Please, forgive me," she whispered as she bowed to him. "I-It was an accident. Honestly, it was. It's just.I yelled and you didn't hear me. I am so sorry, sir."
Haughtily, he stood up and walked out of the bar, leaving his drink at the bar, untouched and unpaid for. The mysterious man decided, instead to go to the park and sort through his thoughts, rather than drowning them in alcohol as he had been prone to doing for the past couple of months.
Upon sitting, he found that his thought inexplicably landed on the teenage girl he had seen at the bar. She seemed to be not more than 16 years old, so what in the world was she doing, working in a place like that? She must be part of the family that runs it, he decided. Angrily, he shook his head at the thoughts that had entered his mind.
Why do I care who or what she is? He thought angrily to himself. She is just some puny human who needs to die, in order for true order to be restored to Japan.
He got up, coming to a decision.
~*~*~*~
He again walked into the bar a few minutes later, demanding to see the girl who had spilt the drink on him. Reluctantly, she came forward, shaking with fear. He said nothing, and instead grabbed her arm and took her to an empty room that he had reserved for himself just that morning.
He gnashed his teeth at the sound of her whimpering in fear, but, then again, her fear wouldn't be unjustified, would it? He thought as he drew a shining blade from inside his cloak.
~*~*~*~
Bwahahaha!!! How evil of me! A short and cliffy first chapter, but don't worry. I have the flu or something, so I have all of tomorrow to write (well, most of it. I have to clean my room). It sux, to be sick, but then again, now I have a whole bunch of time that I've been needing to write some of my stuff. Currently, I have started this one, I have An Unexpected Loss, and I have a couple of other stories, that are either not fanfics, or are ones that I'm not planning to release until they are completed.
So.Peace out and sushi!
~ Densetsu Unmei
~*~*~*~
Chapter one: Don't cry over spilt drinks
He walked through the crowded streets of Tokyo, searching for the perfect target. He had decided that it was best to kill humans with tactic, rather than pure hatred. He stopped at familiar scent and looked up. "Finally," he said, walking into the bar. Stalking up to the counter, he gruffly ordered a beer and then sat down. It was going to be a long night.
Somebody yelled something, but he was too deeply into his thoughts that he didn't noticed. He felt a cold liquid drench his lap. Looking up, he could see the deep crimson that the waitress had turned. He growled at her, causing the young woman to shudder in fear.
She bowed to him. "Please, forgive me," she whispered as she bowed to him. "I-It was an accident. Honestly, it was. It's just.I yelled and you didn't hear me. I am so sorry, sir."
Haughtily, he stood up and walked out of the bar, leaving his drink at the bar, untouched and unpaid for. The mysterious man decided, instead to go to the park and sort through his thoughts, rather than drowning them in alcohol as he had been prone to doing for the past couple of months.
Upon sitting, he found that his thought inexplicably landed on the teenage girl he had seen at the bar. She seemed to be not more than 16 years old, so what in the world was she doing, working in a place like that? She must be part of the family that runs it, he decided. Angrily, he shook his head at the thoughts that had entered his mind.
Why do I care who or what she is? He thought angrily to himself. She is just some puny human who needs to die, in order for true order to be restored to Japan.
He got up, coming to a decision.
~*~*~*~
He again walked into the bar a few minutes later, demanding to see the girl who had spilt the drink on him. Reluctantly, she came forward, shaking with fear. He said nothing, and instead grabbed her arm and took her to an empty room that he had reserved for himself just that morning.
He gnashed his teeth at the sound of her whimpering in fear, but, then again, her fear wouldn't be unjustified, would it? He thought as he drew a shining blade from inside his cloak.
~*~*~*~
Bwahahaha!!! How evil of me! A short and cliffy first chapter, but don't worry. I have the flu or something, so I have all of tomorrow to write (well, most of it. I have to clean my room). It sux, to be sick, but then again, now I have a whole bunch of time that I've been needing to write some of my stuff. Currently, I have started this one, I have An Unexpected Loss, and I have a couple of other stories, that are either not fanfics, or are ones that I'm not planning to release until they are completed.
So.Peace out and sushi!
~ Densetsu Unmei