Never let it be said that staying up all night is the worst thing that you can do. Sure, it gets circles under your eyes and can knock you out like a thanksgiving pile-driver, but some of the best paying jobs are done at night. Particularly when it comes to things we shouldn't be doing.
"Never mind the fact that I should be getting some rest, but I have a quota that needs meeting. So try to make this easy for me, Bundy the Bloody..."
One look at the creature in front of me, and you'd assume him to be a normal man, a little muscular and somewhat attractive, what with his five o'clock shadow and mid length black hair. His eyes show that he is less than human, a Kishin, a monster that eats the souls of other humans. He flashes a sharp toothed smile as he downs a recently acquired soul.
"Isn't past your bedtime, kid? Wouldn't want your parents to worry about a missing child." It boasted as he brandished a bloodied rusty fire axe.
I scoffed at his attempt at an insult, as I uncross my legs and stood up from the stairs where I was sitting. Swiftly, I reach into my jacket and pull out a short curved black dagger, spinning it with ease in my palm.
"Thirty-six souls claimed, soon to be thirty-seven." I coldly said before dashing forward and landing a strike across his chest.
It grunted in pain as it took a swing at me, in response I dodge the strike and stab him multiple times in the gut before jumping over him, slashing one more time. His head rolled between my feet as his neck stump showered the ground in magenta colored blood.
"Adversary purified..." I mumbled.
After a few seconds, I heard a sort of whistling noise, flicking the head on the pommel of the dagger like a lighter, absorbing its soul into the blade. After sheathing the dagger, I pulled my hood down and drew a long sigh.
"Didn't break a sweat and not a single drop of blood on me, I'm going to sleep early tonight." I whistled a simple tune as I pocketed my hands and strolled merrily down the road.
Maybe I should treat myself to a drink? Sixty-two souls left to collect, then a witch's soul. I'm over a fourth of the way, so maybe a small celebration can help keep me motivated. So I stopped by a small shop that was brave enough to keep the lights on at this time of night, bought a six-pack of ginger beer, and went home. On the way out, I noticed this purple haired cat in a pointy black hat stalking me, wanting to avoid complaining neighbors, I turned and crouched down.
"Ya'know, my apartment doesn't allow pets on the premises. So even if I wanted, you can't stay." I said.
The cat just tilted its head and walked up to me, rubbing its head on my leg. It's kind of cute, I guess. I've never really been a big fan of cats. After deciding what to do, I picked up the cat and placed it on top of my head, where it struggled to stay on without digging in my hair.
"Fine, but just for tonight." I mumbled as the cat found a proper way to stand on my shoulder.
When did I get so soft? I kept thinking that as I made my way back to the apartment. See, the school I went to, the Death Weapon Meisters Academy, or DWMA, is one of those places that gives their students dorm rooms to live in. Seeing as I don't have a 'weapon' like everyone else, I have the benefit of not having to deal with an annoying roommate every single day. But if I were to have a roommate, it'd definitely need to be a girl, a super attractive one who'll cook breakfast every morning and always say 'good morning Daniel' Or 'have fun at school'.
Hey, I forgot to mention. My name is Daniel Olórin, a hunter. Supposedly a rare breed among the monster fighting community, who rely on other methods aside from people turning into weapons, usually stuff like silver bullets, holy water, garlic, crap like that, to fight monsters. My weapon, Moonsong, is special. As previously disclosed, it can absorb Kishin souls, though I have no idea how it does this. The weapon itself is made from the souls of my parents, who transmuted themselves into this after giving me instructions to head far away to a city protected by a golden shield. This place was none other than Death City, despite the unfortunate name, it is a somewhat peaceful place. Kishin would break in every so often and there were a few witches lying low. Particularly, this one witch I've heard of named Blair, the 'pumpkin goddess' as some around the school called her, though the few brave souls went to fight her came back alive, they'd find themselves lovestruck by the 'heavenly sculptured figure'. It's nauseating just having to listen to them.
"Meow~." The cats voice broke me from my train of thought before I slammed face first into my door.
I nodded in thanks before opening the door, inside was a simple living room, set with a TV, table, sofa, and a book self with various DVD's and CD's in cases. In the corner was a gramophone with a record just waiting to be scratched. The kitchen wasn't much to sneeze at, a sink, stove-top oven, fridge, and microwave. One bedroom and bathroom was all that was left. After stepping in the door and letting the cat jump from my shoulder, I switched on the gramophone and let it spin.
BGM: Devilman - Platina Jazz
As the nostalgic brass fills my ears, I raid the fridge for a late dinner. All we have is cabbage, carrots, green onions, and some cheap beef. Guess I'll be making some stir fry tonight. Yep, I'm dirt poor, as you might've figured. Hunting Kishin doesn't pay well aside from medical expenses and education. So, what I do is demand payment if I just so happen to save a pedestrian, sure, it might seem like a mercenary attitude for someone who has the ability to kill these things without assistance, but goodwill doesn't put food on the table.
After thirty minutes of preparation, I got two small plates, putting equal on both.
"It's not much, but hey? I'm not exactly the pope."
The cat seems to understand this and happily eats without hesitation. I stared while stuffing cabbage into my face, it reminds me of watching a child eat something that they like. After cleaning up, I threw on something more comfortable and threw myself on the bed, the cat looked at me from the floor.
Damn those eyes. "Fine, get up here" I said.
The cat leaps onto my chest and curls up. I can hear it purring softly, trying not to wake it, I lightly stroke its ears.
"Maybe I should keep it." I thought, before falling asleep.
Ze next morning
Now, isn't this a familiar situation, the rugged but handsome hero laying in bed, groggily opening his eyes because the sun is in them. The only difference is most heroes have a naked woman or women laying on top of them in the end.
I have one laying on me right now.
"Did you sleep well?" The woman in the pointy hat said in a seductive tone.
After nearly hitting my head on the bedpost, I try to gather my thoughts in to most concise way possible.
"What's the whosits in the hootenanny?!"
Yeaaaaaaah, real concise.
"Watch yourself, wouldn't want you to get hurt too badly." The woman is practically shoving her chest in my face.
"S-space, personal space!" I sputter before managing to shove her off me.
The woman disappeared for a second before jumping from the ceiling, clothed in a short black dress with shoulder-exposed sleeves and curled toe boots.
"That wasn't very nice, I thought boys liked it when girls do that." She said, tossing her hair about.
"Who the.. what the... where the..." I stared, boggled out of my mind.
"You brought me here." She said, staring at me with golden eyes.
The hat, the eyes, no way, she's...
"The cat from yesterday."