Metropolis

by DaeVaegar18

Is it simply a play that was put up to humor the gods, or was it the doing of fate all along? Wretched, pathetic soul of a once lived man, stained with blood and the souls that he had taken, lives yet again to torment the world as people know it. Down here on this planet, a metropolis of light and hope, something is going to swirl across, devastating anything it lays eyes on.

1. Descend

Ahoy there.

This is just an idea that I had eating my instant noodles.

It's not much, really, I'm just disappointed by the lacking amount of fics that has Kira as the protagonist. Like, hell, he's probably my favorite villain out of all of JoJo. My boy definitely deserves more recognition. Also, he gets reincarnated into the RWBY universe because why not. Everyone loves an isekai RWBY crossover fic. I know I've got another JoJo x RWBY fanfic going on, but writing Kira in that one would kind of conflict and simply make thing unnecessarily complicated, so what you're seeing here is kind of a scraped idea of the other fic that I'm working on.

I have no idea where I'm going with this, but I'll try and make sure this story is as finished as possible. The writings aren't the best, but I wish you would enjoy them in some way. I might do a rewrite of this once I've obtained better writing skills.

Either way, I marked this M for violent scenes, I do not commend violence in any way, proceed with your own will and enjoy.

I do not own RWBY nor JoJo's Bizarre Adventure and the cover, all credit belongs to the original creators, Hirohiko Araki, and RoosterTeeth.

Oh, and also part 4 spoilers, in case you haven't finish it already. Which you should.

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Morioh Cho, located in S city, M prefecture, Japan. Population:58,713.

Morioh's a small town, compared to the surrounding settlements, it's not somewhere with a lot of outstanding attractions except for the worldly famous summer festivals, where then the city council would open up the beach and rivers for the townspeople and visitors alike to release themselves from the hot, boiling summer wind. It's taken place between July to August, therefore the traffic of people is most crowded at that time. However, that might not be a bad thing, at all: People like seeing lively things, a town bustling with noise is a sight that is most pleasing.

The retail store owners are also happy at this time, for some, it's a time to take a break, spending their time with their families, release themselves from all the work. But for some, it's a great chance to make big money: As the tourists rolling in, they can stuff their wallets filled with cash by selling their signature miso-flavored beef tongues and all type of souvenirs.

There are also a lot of other attractions for people to see: The Anjuro Rock for lovers to meet(Despite having a horrific appearance, it for some reason gained popularity among the townsmen, there are also rumors of it being processed by a murderous criminal's soul), The house of the great mangaka Rohan Kishibe; St. Gentleman's bakery, famous for their pork sandwich; and a lot more. It's a town that keeps on giving, the more you explore it.

Surprisingly, for a town this peaceful -having less than 30% of crime rate- There are still a lot of bizarre things going on underneath the peaceful cover.

This town, while giving birth to a lot of kind people, is also the nurturing house of unspeakable evil.

And that evil has the name of Yoshikage Kira.

A wretched, wicked and abominable soul of a pitiful, murderous killer, the culprit of the loss of many others.

For the past few years, the crime rate of Morioh has remained low, as mentioned. However, what raised is the number of people missing, ranging mostly from teenagers to young adults. No one knew what happened to them, one second ago they could be talking on the phone with their friends, but the next second they will completely disappear from this world.

Not a hyperbole, the missing people felt like they simply...vanished.

Some left their TV dinner in the microwave that's still warm, some called for a taxi after a night at the pub, only for the driver to find no one when they arrive at the location designated. It all looked like they simply went out for a walk as if they will come back anytime soon.

The police scheduled full searches all over the town, nothing. There are no exact correlations between the "presumably" victims, except the fact that they're mostly female. This nailed the conclusion that the perpetrator is kidnapping(Best case scenario) all his/her victims due to something that he felt about females.

Could it be a person troubled from an abusive ex? Unlikely. There are cases where a man gets upset over a breakup with his ex over money or manipulation of that sorts and goes on a rampage to attack those that share the same properties with the ex. However, the victims don't share that much similarities in terms of physical appearances. The missing people, while consists mostly of female, is diverse widely, consisting of people of different race, origin, and many others; their builds, facial traits, and overall personality differ also.

Then, what about lust? Kidnapping and murdering for own sexual needs is a common origin of such crime around the world, it would make sense if the same goes for this case, seeing how they're all missing, to fulfill whatever fantasy the perpetrator has. On a positive note, if this is true, the possibility of the people surviving will increase by a large amount.

Guessing or not, these are simply bold predictions that are not based on actual evidence, given that the authorities simply can't gather any. This isn't a forcibly dragged on detective TV series, there is simply no evidence to take anyone anywhere, the suspect had been hiding under the shadow of this town for a long time, among the normal citizens of this town, you can easily pass him by on the streets without noticing him. There isn't even a way to know if this perpetrator exists or not.

Dead ends, insecurities and the steadily rising missing people's numbers: There is nothing anyone can accomplish. All they can do is to pray, pray for this maniac to stop what he's doing, pray that perhaps all the missing people are still alive and would return home safely one day.

...

If that were the case, there will be no point of talking about this pathetic soul, would there?

Yoshikage Kira, born on January 30th, 1966, is one of the most vicious yet the most well-hidden killer to ever exist.

Perhaps somewhere else on this planet, there's someone that does a better job at hiding his identity. However, it's easy to hide from people, what's harder is to hide without isolating yourself from your connections to the world revolving around you.

This isn't one of those cases where he's some sort of wickedly rich nobleman, who can first bribe the authorities from his punishments, then uses that identity of a stupidly corrupted rich guy to disguise himself as a horrid killer, like a Hollywood box office bomb horror movie that comes out each year just to ruin your impression that"This year is great for movies". That's quite the opposite of what he wants to be, nor is it what he is.

A quiet life.

A quiet, non-competitive, calming, stationary life.

Like a squid sleeping soundly under the thick, frozen river surface during winter days.

That's his creed. To be away from all type of attention-attracting moves, staying quietly as a voiceless contributor to society.

Working at Kame Yu's corporate office, that's what he had in mind as he worked mindlessly. He had a pretty decent position at the company, even though it's just enough to make him live a well-off life in a villa. Doing the same paperwork at work, taking the exact same train home and back, living a scheduled life. Social events, as long as it's not mandatory, he would avoid attending; passionate about his work, yet performs only enough amount to make sure he doesn't get fired. A boring, repetitive life that's commonly seen among the lower class in Japan, struggling to just get by.

Such a position isn't something special, from Tokyo to Osaka, you will see millions work like this. It's a common sight. So common, that if you use it as a disguise to hide your homicidal identity, hardly will anyone suspect you.

Kira's not incapable of doing things better- in fact, if he were to take things seriously, he can easily rival more than half of the people working at his department, it might only just take days for him to take over the director's seat. He is handsome, smart, sharp, if there's a definition of a perfect man, he would fit every single sentence of it. But that's not what he did.

And that's the scary part: For all these years, he managed to hide under the skin of an ordinary office worker for so long, while murdering people bunch after bunch, without anyone raising any eyebrows.

With all that scary talk, how does he kill people, exactly?

During his early days, Kira used knives: usually, sharp kitchen knives that you can buy at the general store, every household in Morioh at least had one of those. He would directly assault his victims, stabbing them over and over again, and won't stop even if his prey's dead. The injuries are wild, vulgar; raw, and deep; every stab felt like the man was trying to pry their bodies open.

As time passed on, he chooses something more effective over any physical weapons.

A strange, bizarre ability.

An absurd manifestation of his corrupt soul, powerful, menacing, destructive.

A stand ability.

Long back in the 80's- Not that far, somewhere within 1984- Kira's father was gifted something by a strange old lady.

She claimed to work for a certain individual: A resourceful, capable individual that's exceedingly powerful, his relations spreads like a web all across the world. The old lady offered Kira's father a chance, a chance to work for that man. In return, their family shall be rewarded with money, and more by their request.

Of course, Kira's father agreed. And the man did deliver his promises: Packages and packages of jewelry, cash, and other valuables came in almost every single week, jumping this little family's social status up a notch. But those are beside the point.

The real deal that came among these luxuries, is a pair of bow and arrow.

You might ask: What's with this pair of bow and arrow, exactly? It looks ancient as if it was made sometime back in the developing stages of humanity, brimmed with dusted gold, but still rock solid despite clearly seeing nothing but dust for years. Why would the man give them such a strange possession among his gifts? Is it a mere souvenir? Or is there something deep, lying within that they don't know?

And that answer came, as one day, when Yoshikage accidentally got pierced by it.

The bow is not important, but the arrow- It was made from an asteroid that fell onto Earth a long time ago, long before the first establish of confederations, long before the dawn of man, someone that seeks for power created these arrows out of the asteroids. Who that person is, no one knows. The only thing that's clear is that that person wanted great power and by a chance, made these arrows, and left them in the sands for whatever reason. It was uncovered again first by a mysterious teenager in Egypt, then sold off to the man mentioned earlier, in exchange for a large amount of money.

The arrows gained the man a powerful ability- which is a story again for another day, and also gave his subordinates deadly abilities like his. And now, that exact arrow granted Yoshikage a similar ability.

Killer Queen.

A stand that can turn everything it touches into a bomb.

It's a projection of his inner self- destructive, efficient, fast.

The perfect weapon for a person that wants to go on a silent killing spree.

Not much people had seen it- Not to mention the fact that only stand users can see stands, those that did, not much of them made out alive. Those that did would probably describe it like this: It looks like a cat.

Gauntleted hands, pink skins; triangular ears on the top of its head, wide eyes with a narrowed pupil- everything about it looks like a cat, a bit cute, even. However, much like its owner, things should not be judged by its appearance. Who could tell that such a cute thing can murder people with ease?

With his ability, killing people is as easy as counting one to three- Simply touch them, the defenseless pedestrians, their body would dissipate into mid-air, leaving not a trace behind. Given that only stand users can see stands, they don't even stand a chance fighting back.

That a fearsome man roamed the streets of Morioh for years murdering stacks after stacks of people without getting noticed. Perhaps it was better for this man to be left unknown to the rest of the world, because it would simply cause more chaos to the streets, knowing that people like him hide right beside us, acting like one of us, living almost the same life like us.

This menacing evil will have to be stopped: And indeed, it did.

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"W-What the hell are these things!?"

Morioh, 1999, in a lonesome silhouette of an alley from long ago.

Here rests the souls of the wicked man's first victims- and the man himself.

It's a place between the world of the dead and the living, some would remain here after they've died for the tasks unfinished, and some would stay due to the fact that this place attracts people with special abilities. Kira belongs to the second category.

The only inhabitants here are a girl, a dog, and Yoshikage Kira. The souls that had troubled pasts.

And now, the judgments shall rain on the sinful one with blood all over his hands.

Right now, the killer's soul is grabbed by what seemed to be a crowd of hands- ironically. These things are there to drag those that looked back on that specific point of the alley, again, it's simply how it is, there's no science behind it.

For the few times in his life, Kira feared. These hands...They looked like they came from the bottom of a lightless abyss, darkened, deep. Everything down their elbow is simply darkness, pulling him back into the abyss. A nightmarish hellscape is the easiest way to describe it, because Kira knows, despite not really knowing what is down there, it's not going to be safe and sound.

During his final moments, his mind was filled with fear- and fury. Fear for the impending doom that he assumed will come to him, fury for the fact his life as he knew it will all vanish to nothing.

All he wanted is a quiet life! Yet, even after his death, he still cannot obtain it?! Even after all the pain and suffering he had to endure through, these rotting fucking sewer rats will find a way to make everything miserable!? Just what mockery is this!?

No, No! Luck should have been by his side! This should not have been the end of him! He has to do something, anything!

"Killer Queen! Get these things off of meeeee!"

As the man tried his last attempt at freeing himself, a humanoid figure materialized behind him. That's Killer Queen: Pink, slightly muscular, and ready to destroy.

Except not this time.

As soon as the stand appeared, the hands grabbed their ways onto it, despite the fact of it being a stand: The muscular palms gripped onto the stand with irresistible strength, making crumbling noises as they pulled it along with its owner, dragging them both away from the light and into the realm of unknown.

It's like stuck in an industrial machine: the palms, the fingers all felt as cold as ice, gripping onto him like a statue. On his face, his legs, his torso, every single component of his body has been locked to make sure he can't even move for a single bit, and the same goes for his stand. His neatly combed hair and his face are visibly soaked in sweat and blood, large clouds of hot air breathing in and out of him in fear, his eyes flashing up and down, desperately trying to search its way out: he knew this is the end- no matter how much he wanted to deny it, this is the end of Yoshikage Kira.

The gripping on his body and his stand is now even harder: Slowly, but Kira can feel them adding more and more force as he slowly gets dragged into the darkness, like a hydraulic press slowly progressing its way down. And surprisingly, it doesn't hurt one bit.

Kira can only watch as the hands added even more strengths into them: It's like his body is some sort of mud, the fingers on him had sunk deep into Kira's flesh, he expected it to hurt, but that's something that he didn't feel one bit. He felt nothing, yet he can clearly see the hands digging knees deep into his flesh, making crumbling sounds.

Before Kira can understand why he's not feeling any kind of pain, something else twisted his attention away.

You see, the hands, while are all moving parallelly to one direction, is pulling both the stand and its user to different directions. With them applying forces to each side, Kira will shatter by this action is the process. His flesh and bones will break like pieces of crackers, that sounded almost comedic, but not for him, the man that's actually going through the process. He only wished it to not happen, despite that he can almost see the results himself: A shattered soul, gripped by the stone cold hands, dragged down the abyss to god know where.

And that's what happened.

Crack!

With a crackling noise, the hands still gripping onto the pieces of the murder and his stand, his form as a soul along with his ability shattered: As mentioned before, it for some reason, does not hurt one bit. Rather than seeing his inner organs flying out, under his skin are simply chunks of solid red substances that he cannot name of. Perhaps it was his soul, a bloodied existence that it more object than he is human. The same fate went for his humanoid pal, it broke up into the exact same pieces as its owner.

"Ahh...Ah..." Despite his chest being broken into pieces, only the parts atop his chests remaining, he is still able to deliver his dying messages to the girl facing back at him, shivering with fear. "W-Where?... Where are they... taking me?"

"Hell if I know..." The girl, Sugimoto Reimi, did not look back as she said to the wretched man, her expression did not twitch one bit. It was because she can't look back at all, or she will face the same fate as the man, and because she doesn't want to spend even the slightest of pity on him, not even by watch him perish. After all: She's the first on the killing list of his.

"All I know is that it'll be someplace without any sort of peace for people like you."

With Kira in pieces, the hands managed to drag him into the darkness a lot quicker. Llike throwing a pack of shattered biscuits down the garbage bin, what's rest of the man flew back opposite to the direction the girl's facing, mixed with his non-stopping screaming.

"Farewell, Yoshikage Kira...And may your soul never get the quietness that you so desired."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHH!"

And those were his last words before the blasted smithereens of the fiendish murder was yanked into the dark unknown place that no one knows where except for the killer himself. Almost like gravity pulling him down, except for the extra sets of arms, the broken pieces of the man faded into darkness, just a moment ago, his screams can be heard from a distance. But now, there's only silence.

This alley is still peaceful as always: the birds are singing in the air, the blue skies are brimmed with white clouds as if nothing happened just now. The ghost of the girl collapsed on the ground sitting, facing down, her dog came around as if it wanted to cheer with her on the banishment of their murderer.

It's all over.

For the past fifteen years, she had been waiting for this singular moment.

The moment to send that man down into hell herself.

And that she had to thank this town's warm-hearted people: The Joestars, the local residents, her friends, and everyone that contributed their lives hunting this monster down. Without them, this couldn't have happened in any shape or form.

Perhaps this thought shouldn't be in someone that just killed a man's head, but she felt...relieved. Relieved by the fact that this town will no longer be haunted within the shadows of this pathetic murder, no longer will it be in any grand danger ever again. The wounds, the damage that was done to this calming town had already been done, and there's nothing to do except to wait for it to heal. People lost their loved ones, friends, and it's going to take a long time before that wound heals itself.

And with that, her mission here is complete. No more killer to catch and no more people exploding to death. The town will remain as peaceful as it is. All there is left for her is to leave.

The girl stood up from the ground and slowly lumbered forward, her dog following behind her. The breeze here never felt as refreshing as it is now.

It's time to meet those that helped her for the last time.

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GAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

HURT, HURT! IT HURRTTTTTTSSSS!

WH-WHERE AM I!? WHAT IS THIS PLACE!?

IT HURTS...SO MUCH!

Descending. That's the only way to put it.

It's like parachuting from a plane, only without parachutes, having everything around being pitch black, and being set on fire all at the same time.

Yoshikage can't feel anything but pain- not even his body, they seemed perished, only the mind of his floats in the vast unknown, looking through a pair of eyes that don't exist, screaming through the mouth that doesn't felt like it's there. All the scorching pain is only a feeling, burning on the skins that he can't see, yet he can't even move his

Just... where is he?

Never in his life did he imagine what purgatory is like, but if he had to take a guess, it's definitely not something like this. Everything around him is dark, in the deepest color of black, not something that would come to mind first when mentioned life after death. Perhaps it was the descent to the bottom of the underworld? Is it one of the trials for this wretched man to redeem himself?

Kira can't quite put his mind on anything at this point, for it has already been occupied with intense pain. Having a can of gasoline poured onto him with his skin peeled off then setting himself on fire is the easiest way to put it, every single bone, muscle and tissue in his body- if they even exist at this point, that is- is trying to escape from the capsule known as his body, the numbing pain is physically tearing his mind apart.

Where is he going? Where even is he? Will the falling ever end? Will he forever remain within this cycle of neverending pain, or it will end at least one day after his mind and soul is tortured to a point where his thoughts will come to a stop? None of the questions the man had was given an answer, in this bottomless void of nothingness, the only sound that echoed through is the soundless screams that came from the shapeless mouth that aren't even there.

Could be him seeing things: But while he's falling, through the narrowed vision from the overwhelming pain, he saw something: Some clothes.

Out of ordinary and out of place., like seeing a concrete mansion in the middle of the Nevada desert. It kind of gave Kira some sort of idea as to how fast he's falling, he can't spell out the numbers, but it's fast enough for him to pass by a stationary object at an instant.

That clothing he saw consist of a hat and a suit: The hat is a bowler hat, a one that's slightly bigger than usual, patterned by concentric orange squares. And the suit: It's just a regular lapelless black suit, floating in this space full of nothingness, out of place and bizarre.

For some reason, though, Kira felt comfort when he saw those attires. He can't tell why, but through all this pain, there was a slice affection of relief after he laid his visions onto the pieces of clothes floating. It's like once he wore them, all the pain, all the suffering, this hellish purgatory would simply just go away, like a soft, bouncy bed to an office worker after a day of hard work. Everything about it just seemed...perfect.

But the question "will it make me more comfortable or not" is out of Kira's league, as his body flew past that piece of cloth like a bullet train speeding through the countryside of Shizuoka, the masterfully crafted piece of attire faded into the deep, dark abyss, way behind the man.

The pain that's scorching the man's body is basically numb at this point. Not that it's getting any better, it's just that his mind has adapted to this painful scenario at this point. It doesn't contribute to this situation even just one bit, but he's now able to think more clearly, thinking about the things he had done, his past life, everything happened up until this point.

Just how did he end up here? Just how did him, a man that had nothing more than a quiet life, end up in this hellish landscape? Just what did he do wrong?

It all started with a sandwich: Yes, a sandwich. It's almost comedic, now that he thinks about it, all this drama, bloodshed and pain started with a fucking pork sandwich made by the bakers of St. Gentleman's bakery.

But who can blame him, really? St. Gentleman's sandwiches are the best in town, baked freshly at eight in the morning, the cleanly washed lettuce encased within the plump bums along with fried pork with barbeque sauce, it's a delicacy for all the townspeople to enjoy. Buying one of them on his breaks and enjoy them while showering himself under the brightening sunlight is something that he would do once he has the opportunity, and honestly, who wouldn't?

Indeed, someone else would enjoy these sandwiches just as he does.

There was a kid- Shigechi, if he recalls correctly. That kid mistakenly took Kira's sandwich bag, believing that it was his. And just by coincidence, he placed a victim's hand within that exact same bag that he took.

That didn't turn out so well, because in the end, despite his efforts at trying to take away and hide that bag, the kid still discovered it.

But luckily, only he discovered it.

Almost with ease, the man obliterated the kid into pieces with his stand. Turning a coin into a bomb, lurked the kid to put the coin in front of his face, and click.

Boom.

It should have ended there, but it didn't. Before he killed the kid, he managed to gather some minor information through the mouth of that kid, Kira understood more things around him. There are other people out there that are hunting for him, for the crimes that he had committed to this town.

He thought everything should have ended there as the kid blew up into smithereens, but he left messages for the others to bear. Long before he can take action, it spread like a spark of flame in a dry bush of leaves, many more people got involved, definitely more people than he can handle. So he hid. But no matter his efforts, going as far as changing his identity entirely, living another person's life, even that somehow didn't help him from getting cornered.

A barrage of fists in the stopped time and an ambulance rolling over his head: That about sums it up. Not how he imagined when he thought of his death, it was more violent than how he had in mind, he was more thinking of lying on the bed, slowly waiting for his mind to dissipate into nothingness. Such brutal, such vulgar way to die- it was simply too much.

What did he do to deserve all this? All he wanted is a life of peace and tranquility, one without any conflict nor trivia, so why did he deserve such a horrific end to it all? He's not that bad of a villain when comes the things he had done, did he try to conquer the world? No. Did he rob people's houses for their valuables one after one? No. There are worse people out there, people that had done even worse things than him, more than just taking their lives, they milk their victims like a cow in a farm, wanting to die but at the meantime cannot. He doesn't do that.

Higashikata Josuke, Nijimura Okuyasu, Hirose Koichi, Kujo Jotaro, Rohan Kishibe...What gives you people the rights to tell what's wrong or right? I might take one too many lives, but what gives you the rights to judge me? To leave me in such a horrific purgatory, a lost soul wandering in the realm of darkness? Is that your definition of justice?

Unforgivable.

You people are even worse than the wild wolves lurking in the woods, rotten, has no resolve, simple-minded. All of you townsmen of this wretched town deserves a fate worse than death.

If I ever have the chance to lay my feet onto the soil of your abominable encampment, I swear to all the gods above: I will take my revenge, to every single last one of you! None of you deserve any kind of mercy! I shall tear down on every limb on your pathetic body!

Yelling furiously from a shapeless mouth encased within the realm of darkness, the man cried out all his wicked thoughts, echoing through the nothingness. No one will hear this lonely man's diatribe, all there is for him is the never-ending suffering that he cannot see the end of.

The more furious he gets, the worse the pain torments his body-but at the meantime, for every single moment that he thinks about this situation, the angrier he gets. It's an endless cycle of non-stopping aching. His mind is on the edge of a breakdown from the tormenting misery, begging to let go, but still holding on from the rage.

There was something inside his brain that's about to break, like a string, tightening repetitively, and is almost guaranteed to blow up and break him entirely.

But on this edge of total mental disintegration, something caught the vision of this cold-blooded killer.

It was a sphere.

In the direction of where the man's flying towards, there was a sphere right in the path.

It was black-at least from his perspective, due to the parts that are visible to him are overshadowed by another light source located behind that spherical object.

At first, Kira couldn't quite place his hands on what that thing is, that curiosity even overlapped the immense pain of his. It's strange enough for him to be in such a space in the first place, but what is this?

But the answers were given to him slowly as his descend gradually slowed down: He began to notice white dots around him that he didn't notice earlier, they're twinkling in a non-patterned fashion, he tried to focus on what those are, but they flew past the man way before he can catch of glimpse. But in the meantime, Kira had some sort of idea as to what those are, but his theory lacks evidence.

As he approached the object even closer, he managed to gather some details that he can't see from afar: There was another smaller spherical object bathing within the shadows of the bigger sphere. However, there was something else that was significant to it.

It was broken.

It's over structure still remains, but its entire left part is left obliterated. It's like a piece of biscuit dropped onto the ground, a lone object seated within the shadows of the bigger sphere. But it's now that Yoshikage realized what lays in front of him.

Think about it: A giant sphere, a smaller sphere placed around it, a giant light source behind the bigger sphere. What could it be?

It's a planet.

A planet with a broken moon surrounding it, overshadowed by its sun.

Perhaps he is going insane: How did he, a mere man, traveled in this vast space that would kill any people easily without proper equipment? Is all of this simply an illusion for his mind has been tortured by the overwhelming pain? None of this atrocity makes any sense. At all.

Still realizing the fact that he no longer has a body, he still tried to slap himself in order to clear his mind up. It was more of a reflex, doing things that he knew cannot do.

As the man's speed towards the planet slowed down, he found a comfortable position for his left hand, somewhere to his left, then applied strength to it, the arm of his flew towards his face-

Wait a minute.

The momentum steered straight into the man's face, a powerful slap-Kira didn't even notice how much strength he had put into it, but for what it's worth, it cleared his mind up, for him to realize something that's even more shocking.

His body.

They're back.

For the past few hours-days, years, he doesn't know, nor does he care-He had been in a state without a physical body. It's just his mind floating around this empty space for a long time, even if he tried to move the position where his body is supposed to be, nothing happened. It's like there's just his brain and eyes traveling at an extremely fast speed. Now even the pain that has occupied his mind for decades is gone.

He raised his hands up, touching the place where his face was supposed to be, rather than nothingness, as he expected, he touched something.

Something smooth.

Smooth as his skins.

It was his actual face: Nothing mixed in between, that tall nose, the sharp jaws; widened eyes, curly hair.

He can even feel his body wearing something: But that's something that he will have to figure out later, as he was drowned within his sheer shock from the sudden changes, the planet is already in front of his face. He had already breached through the atmosphere without getting ignited on fire, for whatever reason.

To where he's falling, he can't quite point out: There was a giant black cloud cover the surface of where he's landing to, mixed between the howling wind passing his ears, he can hear thunder and sound of rain pouring down. Thunderstorm, maybe? Through the thick cover of clouds, he can vaguely see yellow light projecting through.

It can be whatever weather it wants to be, but this really puts him at a disadvantage. You see: Perhaps you failed to notice this a second ago, but at this speed and this height, he's going to fall to his death. It doesn't take an Einstein to figure out the fact that this will shatter the poor killer into a pile of unrecognizable meat puddle, and that's something that he doesn't want. The black cloud covering his direction doesn't really help in any way, it made everything worse, but really, what can he do, even without this horrific weather? Nothing.

Every single muscle inside the man's body has been tensed up to their full potential as he entered into the giant gray sea of clouds, the gust whirled around the man, making a task as simple as opening his eyes and see seems impossible. He can't even hear anything, the only sound that he can hear is the absolute gale blowing into his ears, he panicked, feared for what he can already forsee-a pile of meat lying on the ground.

The pouring rain has wet his clothes, stirring his mind like a milkshake. He no longer has any idea as to what is going on anymore, all of this seemed like a fever dream, torturing him non-stop.

This is the end. This is the punishment for all the evil deeds that he had done. He will splash onto the land of this middle of nowhere planet. Perhaps he deserved it, it's the souls of those that he killed seeking revenge, dragging him down to Earth along with their damned soul.

His eyes widened, that smooth, clean white skin of his along with the suit he's wearing is soaked in a mixture of sweat and rainwater, his mouth mumbling screams and unintelligible sentences, everything is utter chaos.

As despair and fear filled the man's heads, his body broke through the skies of this alien planet, facing down for him to finally see this strange landscape.

It was...Not what he was expecting.

He didn't know what to expect, exactly. Landing onto a strange planet, he thought it would be at least...more primitive. He expected there to be more natural landscapes, forests, grasslands, that kind of stuff. Perhaps a few wildlife running through the field, large birds flying through the air like one of those fantasy novels that he once read.

None of that is here.

Down beneath the stormy black skies, it's a city-No, a metropolis. An absolutely developed complex, going even as far as being more developed than the town he used to live in.

The lights shine to the skies above, all sorts of them: The street lamps, the moving car headlights, the lights from the buildings. The shining, almost blinding lights that came from down below mixed together, among the highway lanes, among the towering buildings, the yellow mixed with white light rounded themselves up into a river of light. Everything is so...beautiful.

Just what kind of people would live in such a place? All the housings looked really expensive, all in classic Victorian mixed with a few modern feelings. How much do they earn each year to simply buy the ownership of those soil? And those cars, it could be him seeing things, but they look all quite...futuristic, as if they came out of a prop storage room of an American Sci-fi movie.

For a moment there, this stunning view and the curiosity it brought took over everything the man had in his mind, even made him forgot the fact that he's soon going to face his death by freefalling. As beautiful as it is, it's not Shangri La. No views in this world can prevent a man from him to realize the fact that he's going to die.

However, a moment before, he's about to accept his certain doom as a meat patty on the ground, but seeing this-That changed something. He knew that he's still going to die, but this stunning landscape changed his opinions by a slice bit.

It would be a waste to die before laying his feet onto this beautiful city.

With that, Yoshikage decided to take action: No matter what it is, as long as it will make sure he'll live to set foot onto this beautiful place.

He's not sure after all that he had gone through, IT still exists alongside him or not.

But he will have to try.

"Killer Queen!"

The man is still freefalling in the air, that's for sure, but there was something emerging into existence when he shouted that name.

Behind the man, is a humanoid...thing. It was pink, two triangular shapes atop that were supposed to resemble its ears, a pair of wide eyes with narrowed pupils placed within-It looks like a cat.

That's his stand, Killer Queen.

Kira's unsure what he can do for now-It's special ability does not help the situation for just one bit, it was more of a killing ability rather than a protective one.

However, only a stand can hurt a stand. No matter what attack does one's stand suffer, as long as it's not a stand attack, it wouldn't affect the stand itself for even just one bit. He can use that to his advantage, making his stand defense itself and its owner, thus repelling all the momentum he gained through the falling, and thus preventing his death.

But there's one thing to notice: It's just basic physics and common sense really, but the stand cannot absorb every damage outside of stand attacks, it can only prevent them from getting hurt. Every attack the stand absorbs will reflect onto the owner himself, which means that despite the stand cannot fall to its death, the shock waves from landing will still affect Kira, shattered bones are the best outcome to have, worst case scenario, he will break his spine in half and live as a vegetable for the rest of his life.

The man is still falling. Down below him, the man can see a harbor. It's a large harbor that takes up at least one-fifth of the entire city, cranes, stacks of containers are placed neatly everywhere, the wind around smelled of diesel, fish and sea winds. Not too far from it, there are industrial buildings that he has no idea what for, the pipes connect from one point to another, staggering like a metallic jungle, with large chimneys throwing smoke out like a chain-smoker.

Nothing within his sights are all that helpful in his descent. He needs something that can buffer him, something that can absorb the momentum once he has hit the ground.

Quick, look, look...There has to be something like that somewhere around here...

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There!

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It's like every other day at Vale Harbor. It's about eight in the morning, at this time, people would start getting their way into work, it could be the security guards going for a break after a night of duty, it can be crane operators getting themselves back into the crowded seat where they would spend their entire day there. There was a downpour of thunder last night, so most of the workers either left early or worked indoors.

Everything is normal-At least it should be, until when the workers arrive at the parking lot and found one of the company vans smashed in.

It's not like some brats broke into the parking lot and demolished the entire thing(That happens sometimes), there would at least be some other type of damage like the entire frame burnt, tires burst, graffitis sprayed on it and around everywhere. None of that happened.

Instead, it's like there was a meteor flew down from the skies and said "Fuck you in particular" and smashed into it like mashing a potato. The top of the van is completely smashed in, the twisted metals made it look like some kind of bowl, crashing all the way down, even as far as breaking the drive shaft in half.

What could have caused this? Upon searching, there was nothing to be found at the scene, no blood, anyone's leftover brains, nothing. The police were called to investigate, but nothing too big came back, they claim it's just a piece of garbage that flew over from the ocean due to the strong wind or something like that.

They tried to investigate the surveillance cameras, and the results were somewhat useful for them to understand what's going on. As mentioned before, there was a thunderstorm last night, everything that the camera facing the parking lot can capture is blurry, not just that the camera itself is soaked in water, but also due to the constant downpour. However, here's something they can gather.

According to the footage back at 12:00 pm, between the thunderstorms, a vague silhouette of something fell from the skies and slammed into the van, almost splitting the car in half, but it seemed like the thing was falling from a really tall altitude, so high that when he fell onto the van, after smashing it in, it ricocheted that thing off of it top like it's a trampoline and bounced off-screen.

Just what the hell is that? None of them knows. It could be a piece of broken equipment, a piece of garbage that flew over from the ocean by the winds, or worst case scenario, a person.

They played this footage forward and back, but still can't figure out what it is. Even if they managed to guess what it is, there would be no evidence to prove it, as there's absolutely nothing present at the scene to even prove something dropped from the skies.

The identity of that object is still unknown, but by watching that footage, the workers discovered something else.

As that object landed onto the van, there was something underneath it-a bit humanoid, but sure as hell ain't human-blocking the object from getting slammed into pieces like the van itself. It kind of looked like a...cat? But again, the footage is blurry as hell, there's no way to tell if they're seeing things or not.

Another strange thing is that after showing the footage to the workers, only some of them managed to notice that little humanoid silhouette while the others saw nothing. Psychological differences could be one of the reasons to explain it, but none of it makes sense even with that.

Either way, none of the investigations went too far. It's only a van, it's not something the company can't afford to replace. There were no extra casualties, nor any extra damage was done towards the company, and this minor inconvenience was soon forgotten by everyone, not even archived at that.

Also, on a quite more important matter, but in the meantime not sure if it's related or not:

The field manager, Mrs. Green, went missing that exact same night.

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The asphalt grounds are approaching him, fast. Just how fast is he, exactly? The only thing that's for sure is that it's probably faster than a formula one racing car, he never rode in one before, but this gravitational acceleration that he's feeling would at least achieve the same effects. It's like his muscle will just tense up to a point where they would simply melt, himself transcending onto another dimension, he saw one of those scenes in the movies, now that he thinks about it, they might as well as to be true.

The closer he is to the ground, the more detail he can gather: This parking lot is as big as your standard Walmart parking lot, large, filled with cars. Though there are not much at this hour, the overall density is pretty wide-spread, it shouldn't be a problem to find a car to land on.

This all seemed like a really bad idea. What makes him think that a car, a car made out of metal, a car that's probably going to worsen his injuries when he lands on it by piercing a sharp metal through his chest, if he didn't already break his spine, that is.

But again, it's probably better than splattering his brain onto the ground.

At now, the rainwater around him seemed almost fixed in place. The man is traveling at a speed that's equal to the downpouring rain. From his perspective, it's like he had the ability to control rainwater, which would be a helpful ability in this situation.

Save the admirations for later, he thought to himself. Right now, he needs to focus on how can he not spill his brain like a strawberry milkshake on the ground.

When he said he had a plan, he's not exactly sure what. All of this is happening too fast, a moment ago he was ranting about how he hated the people that killed him, but now, he's trying to prevent himself from going through the same situation again. There really isn't any time for careful plannings, he just needs to act.

His vision ran through the lot quickly, in search of a car that he can land on. It has to be tall, wide, overall big enough to sustain the impact that it's going to suffer from.

There's not a lot of choices here, there are your regular family cars, nope, too short, will probably crash his spine through the entire thing and break both of objects mentioned in half. Not an option.

There are also trucks, those large engines that can easily move tons of containers and would suffice as something to absorb the overall force. Only if they weren't lined up a mile away from him next to the warehouses, which makes it impossible to move towards from this distance.

Jeeps, muscle cars...No. Not all that suitable.

Say, trying to make his stand absorb all that momentum doesn't sound like a bad idea. Too bad he doesn't want to die.

There has to be something nearby, something that can avoid him of impending doom. Something to slow him down.

Search, search...

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There!

Among this crowd of vehicles, one of them caught Kira's eyes.

It was a white van. Perfect.

He's not sure what brand it is, but it looked high enough, definitely higher than he is. If he remembers correctly, it looked like one of those vans that they use in Europe, slim tall, mobile.

At this point, he can't really complain about his options. He would rather land on a pile of fish rather than risking himself getting impaled through the chest by metal pieces. However, the first one isn't really an option, so he will have to go with the second one.

Kira tried his best to wiggle around in the air in order to move his position above the van, it might not be perfect a perfect lineup, but it will make sure his body falls onto the metals rather than the asphalt. The distance between him and the ground is merely a few hundred meters away.

Two hundred meters.

The pink humanoid stand that was materialized earlier moved downwards, moving through its owner's body as if he is transparent, its arms crossed in front of its face in an X shape facing down, ready to take on the incoming apocalypse.

He's kind of regretting this. Sure, landing himself on a car while falling, great call. But does it really make that much of a difference considering he's literally falling from the outer space. Nothing in this world is going to avoid him from getting smashed into pieces.

If that's the case, it would probably be easier to accept his fate and wait until he smashes his face onto the pavement. But he didn't.

Why not?

A hundred meter.

He can't exactly word the reasons why, it was more of an instinct than actual thought. There was just something in him that told him to survive, live until he sees the light of another day.

He's going to die. He knows that better than anyone. He's lucky enough to simply survive his reentry through the atmosphere, even if he manages to land, every single bone inside him is going to shatter, which is even worse than death. It's definitely easier to accept his fate as a ground meat patty.

But that's something he won't do.

Back in Japan, back in Morioh. He had encountered multiple instances where he's cornered, and everything seemed to be the end to it all. He didn't give up.

Even during the absolute worst of the worst times in his life, simply giving up to fate isn't something he would do.

He always believed that luck is on his side, no matter what; when he was first cornered by those people, heavily injured, he didn't give up. And that survival instinct of his gave him courage: The courage to lose something in exchange for a better life, and it indeed paid off.

Now that he found himself within this strange megalopolis, his body and soul still intact-It's fate giving him another chance.

And he isn't going to give up just now.

Whatever it takes, he's going to survive. To find that quiet life that he so desired.

No matter what.

Fifty meters.

Kira doesn't exactly have any control over his descent, all he can do is slightly move towards the general direction, it's not safe, but there are not many options for him to choose.

For now, Kira's facing up. It's not safe in any way, as he's likely to break his spine when his back lands first onto the ground, but it will make sure he's more likely to survive, what happens after that, he will improvise.

He closed his eyes, putting his fate into the hands of the goddess of luck, hoping that he can get a better result.

Thirty meters.

Kira can almost feel the ground beneath him without actually setting foot atop. The rippling rain pouring from above made rapid sounds when they came into contact with the ground, giving him a general idea of how close he is to it.

The roaring thunder and the howling machines to him is nothing more than slight background noises. All he's focusing on right now is how can he avoid his demise.

Twenty meters.

As ironic as it is, the man's past life rolled over his eyes like a roll of film, despite the fact that he already died once before. All the woman he killed, all that suffering he had gone through; punched, changed his face; living another man's life in a different family.

It determined him-He had gone through things that normal people can't, and if anyone thinks this small fall is going to stop him, they're dead wrong.

Ten.

Here it comes!

Crash!

The steel car roof collapsed in before Kira actually landed. Just like how he imagined, his stand, Killer Queen, managed to defend its owner from most of the forces taken from the fall. The roof caved in as if a meteor struck it in, revealing the contents inside.

Bed sheets.

Tens of bedsheets made out of pure cotton stacked atop one another, absorbing the momentum from the falling man.

The entire car creaked, it wasn't built for someone to land on, the sudden force pretty much broke it completely: With that one hit, the entire drive shaft broke in half, along with the chassis, as if it was made out of paper.

Even though the man had his stand to protect him from the fall, but as he imagined, things can't go all smooth.

It took a second for him to feel it, but it came nonetheless. The force that his stand absorbed is coming back onto him.

It's like getting hit by a truck driving at a hundred miles per hour, but that's an understatement now that he thinks about it. Every bone inside his body can he feel being shattered into dust, the sheer pain struck his brain like a hammer, his mind almost blacked out for a split second.

All within that second, he suddenly had the urge to vomit. Just as the man landed entirely into the car on his back, he puked a pool of blood out of his mouth, staining his torn blue Valentino suit with rainwater and red, the eyes of his widened-and narrowed down.

Then, almost in a comedic effect, due to the fact that the man didn't deactivate his stand, and the bed sheet's bouncing nature, Kira ricocheted out, off of the car to the left side as if he was on a trampoline. He rolled a few circles in the air, then dropped his body hard onto the asphalt pavement with a splash of rain puddle on the ground.

The pink stand had fulfilled its purpose, as the man laid idly on the ground facing sideways with his eyes closed, it slowly dissipated into his owner's body, silently, as if nothing happened just now. The only thing there's left is a broken car, a man laying down on the ground and the pouring flood.

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Above the city of Vale was a giant, black raincloud, pouring down what was the largest thunderstorm in the history of this city. The highways were jammed despite not having too many cars at this time of day; the streets are empty of pedestrians with the minor occurrences of there being workers trying to get home, there was barely any noise besides from the automated industrial machines and the constant thunder and rain.

On the wet, muddy ground of Vale Harbor, lays a bruised man facing down in the puddle of water wearing a torn suit, showering in rain. Without examining close, combining with the fact that he's lying next to a demolished truck, it's normal to assume that the man simply fell into the vehicle and either passed out or simply died.

Both of those are not the case.

The man that lies on the ground is heavily injured, pretty every bone in his body snapped, sided with a serious case of concussion, a pool of blood spilling out of his mouth like a deluge. But he's still alive, his mind still intact to think.

Every time when he tries to breathe, he will suck a large portion of steaming blood into his lungs. One of his rib bones must have pierced into his lungs, everything aches, and he can't move. Not as in he can no longer move, as in he can put strength into them.

It...It hurts!

As any normal person would react, he screamed inside his head. He wished he can let all that pain out of his mouth, howl to the skies, expounding the much agony he's going through. But he can't. He's hurt too much to move for even just a tiny bit.

How can it...Cough! Ach this much!?

This...Lukewarm...Feeling! Is it...Blood!?

And the pain...My bones! It felt like, they've been...Crushed!

My, my head...It hurts! Gaaaahhhhh!

While it will only hurt more, the man gasped again and again for air, sucking in even more blood into his lungs, then cough them out. A non-stopping cycle.

In an effort to make himself slightly more comfortable, he struggled to turn his body around to a slightly more comfortable position, at the meantime opening up his eyes to his surroundings, trying to get a grip on where he is.

...

He didn't say a word.

Not as in his physical condition doesn't allow him to do so, it was more because of the fact that he is completely distracted by what he's seeing.

He currently lying down, so everything he's seeing is sideways. But that doesn't matter.

Over the warehouses, over the dimly lit passageways, the chimneys:

There sits a towering, crowded city.

A metropolis.

A city full of lights, living, dancing around in his eyes like a professional dancer, brimmed with a golden glow.

He was totally stunned. His clear blue eyes wandered into a daze as he laid there on the ground, even going as far as ignoring all the physical pain he's going through. It's even more stunning up close.

After a small rest, the man tried to lift himself up. Despite the pain and the concussion getting better, it still takes a lot of effort to simply move by a tiny bit, especially considering that he is soaked in rain, which drains his strength away slowly.

He tried to stand on both of his feet, leaning against the van that he landed on, slowly sliding up, but no use. His strength is so lacking that he can even maintain his balance. As his back left the side of the van, putting his balance down, he only managed to stand for a split second before he came tumbling down, falling face first into another puddle, smudging his body and his suit even further.

Even with that, he doesn't feel a single bit of agony. All the tormenting pain inside him is gone, they're there, but Kira's simply ignoring it. It's more tranquility than anything else, there's not a ripple inside his heart.

The man lying on the ground grunted as he rolled around facing the skies clockwise. After all this downpour, that clouded sky above is slightly less murky, not clear enough to stop the rain entirely, but enough for people to see what's above the atmosphere.

It was the starry skies.

A sky full of stars, a collection of dots with color that varies, they shine even brighter than the lights shining from below, such alight, such twinkled. It shimmered a warm stream inside the killer's brain, something that he hasn't felt in a long while. It was...relaxing.

No more were there the tension that he bore from the fear of death, no more were there the agony caused by the constant pain, there is...nothing.

While still pouring down streams and streams of water, and thunder is still roaring through the landscape, it has gotten weaker. There's still rainwater pouring into his eyes as he looked up, but he didn't care about it all that much.

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He's free.

He is no longer at a life-threatening situation where his life is on a line.

He smirked, the corner of his mouth slowly rose up.

No longer will he have to be afraid of things that will threaten his life.

His smirk gradually grew, the corner of his mouth rose up even higher until it grew into a full smile.

Long gone the days of having to fear of those that would catch onto him.

The smile is already at its max, without any room to expand, he chuckled out his stream of enjoyment.

Down goes the days of worrying the daft clowns disrupting his life of equanimity.

It's only him now.

Yoshikage tried his best to not laugh, because with his injuries, any movement would only worsen his health. Simply moving his body for a tiny bit would cause him to vomit out pure blood. But he can't stop it. All of this is simply too...amusing.

Ke...KeKeKeKeKeKe...

All of it is over. No more will there be anyone to drag him into his grave.

Higashikata Josuke, Hirose Koichi, Jotaro Kujo-Those are people way behind him, they cannot hurt him anymore. Them and their bottom-of-the-list garbage stands will never do any harm to him ever again.

Hehehehehehehe...Geheheheheheheh...

This! This is true freedom!

Those rotten pieces of shits will no longer lay their dirty hands on him! All of his past sins have been washed away, he can now start as a new man! He has now gained true purity! His body is running with blood, being placed within this absolute megacomplex of a city, rather than a cold, bloody corpse on the ground is the best proof!

GAH-HAHAHA-HA!

On this empty parking lot illuminated with nothing but darkness, on the ground, lays a man twitching his body around. There's no one around to see this man's psychotic movements, as the rain kept cascades down on him, into the widened mouth that was open to spill out laughter and plasma.

Right now, he's aching even harder than before. For every laugh he lets out, he can feel another bone in his body break, and the pain in that made the man tear down his eyes. He can't tell if it's the rainwater or his tears, for they have mixed together into a new mixture.

But he can't-he cannot stop laughing. Coughing, he had to roll around again and again, just to make sure he doesn't pass out from this absolute rush of great delight. His mind is trembling with overwhelming glee and ache, two opposing emotions that's going to tear his mind apart.

Bwa-ha-ha-ha-HAAAA!

Hahaha-Haha...

Ha.

Finally running out of strength, his body collapsed onto the cold, watery ground, still facing up, letting the rain splatter all over his torn body. He's too tired to keep on laughing, but there's still a giant grin on his face, his eyes closed, the muscles on his face relaxed, displaying his immense bliss.

He can try and stand up, find some aid, get rid of the tremendous pain, lie on something more comfortable than the rock-solid asphalt roads while showering in rain. This city does look advanced, after all, it shouldn't be a problem to find a comfortable bed to sleep on in any city, those yellow lights, towering buildings, just how comfortable will it be to sleep under one of those roofs?

Just what time is it right now? Is it already past ten? Oh no, that's way past his bedtime. It's definitely not healthy to sleep only this late in the night. He didn't even drink his glass of warm milk yet. Now that he thinks about it, it's definitely past the dinner times, yet he hasn't eaten anything. That's also not healthy: How are you supposed to perform at your max tomorrow when you don't have the energy?

A warm glass of milk, a nice, relaxing session of reading; a meal of grilled miso steak sided with rice, a comfortable, furry bed to sleep on. Those sounds just like what he needs right now, and if he moves his body right now, those things are simply within his hand's reach.

But, if he moves right now, how will he ever be able to see such a beautiful landscape?

Think of it as a bottle of water in the eyes of a man who walked in the desert for days without any form of supplies. Thirsty, desperate, depressed, everything seemed like it's going to tumble down around him, his body would give up the moment he even thinks about letting go. But then, suddenly, that bottle of water lays there in the sands, lying there without a care in the world, giving out that helping hand to those in need.

That's what this is to Kira: He's the man walking in the desert, and this landscape, the city, the skies, the roaring rain: That's the bottle of water, saving this man from the brink of breakdown.

The rain poured even harder than before, the suit on the man's body is now nothing but ruined rags, his neatly combed, curly hair is totally ruined into a pile of blonde seaweed. If anyone walked by at this exact moment, they would at least assume Kira's some sort of hobo, suffering from a mental breakdown due to the fact that he had lost everything. From a specific perspective, that might just be the case.

And so, someone did saw him.

"Ahem...Hello?"

While Kira's still drowning within the enjoyment of being free, there was someone talking to him close to him.

It was a feminine voice: A bit soft, but mature. Sounds like a woman, somewhere in her thirties or forties, asking him in a slightly concerned voice.

Kira's still on the ground, facing up to the sky, distracted by the enjoyment for the past few minutes, so when someone suddenly decided to talk to him, he didn't have enough time to react. He took a good minute to reflect on what's going on, then proceed to turn his head around to see the source of the voice.

It was a woman.

About how old? Kira can't really tell. He's not good with telling people's ages, if he had to take a plunge, she's probably somewhere in her thirties. She also shares some properties of a westerner, the tall nose, wide eyes with brown pupils; her height is about 176 centimeters with slightly tanned skin-it could be from the sun, or from her parents. What does she do for a living? Well, she's wearing a black and white blazer skirt set, a black pair of glasses and a pair of high heels, all shadowed under a black umbrella. On the front of her clothes, there's a white, rectangular name tag, showing a name: Morgan Green. An officer worker at this harbor, perhaps?

Due to the fact that her head is concealed within the shadows of the umbrella, he can't tell what type of hairstyle did she have. A shame. But in the meantime, Kira swore he saw something wiggling within the shadows. It kind of looked like...A pair of cat ears placed above the woman's head...? Huh. He IS seeing things.

"Are you...okay? I heard a loud crash from around here, so I came, was that you? Do you need help?" Seeing how Kira's reactions stayed idle, she asked politely. There was a bit of security to be heard in her voice, it makes sense, given that she only met this strange man for a few minutes.

While Kira is thinking of something else.

Oh no. She's speaking English.

I'm pretty confident in my English, basic talking should be no problem, but I barely talk to anyone outside of my country.

It would be pretty awkward if I get nervous and speak a ton of stuff that she wouldn't understand, wouldn't it?

But hey, she's not showing any hostility, so...why not give it a try?

Kira snapped out of his daze, his visions converged with the woman in front of him. He's just staring at her for a good minute, before opening up his throats, displaying his deep, hoarse voice.

"Thank you, I'm...Cough!...Fine. In fact, I'm just having the moment of my life, the absolute peak, it was so magnificent, that I have already forgotten all the pain that's tormenting me. I don't need any help...Well, if you can simply give me a hand, lift me up, that would be the most you can help me."

As soon as he finished his sentence, the stranger turned his body over, grunting, a stream of blood clearly leaking out of the corner of his mouth. His bruised knees are now on the ground; it hurts, but he didn't care all that much. Facing down, his right hand extended towards the direction of the woman, waiting for her to give him a lift up.

To Morgan, this all seemed strange. Of course it would, this random man just showed up out of the blue without any sign while demolishing one of the company cars. She had a million questions in her mind waiting for answers, who is this man? how did he get here? why does he look like he just ran out of a recycling plant? Normally, she would have just called the police and leave the entire thing to them, but again, she can't just leave this man here alone.

"Ahem...Sure. Here." A bit dazed at first, but seeing this man suffer just doesn't seem right. The office worker lends out her left hand, trying to get the man to stand up.

As their hands came into contact, when the palms met each other-Something else inside Kira clicked.

Perhaps both person present didn't notice it, but as soon as their hands made contact, Kira's fingernails started growing rapidly.

"Ugh...Gosh, you're heavier than you look..." Morgan tried all her strength to pull this man up from the ground, but it's futile. Like mentioned before, the man felt heavier than he actually looks, plus the fact that he seems to be thinking about something, his whole attention drawn onto something else, which means that only the woman here is using any strength.

For a moment, Kira almost seemed like he was going to stand up, his back standing up straight, but as soon as Morgan tried to let go of her hand, the man collapsed yet again, but this time onto the office worker, knocking her down into a puddle nearby. "Gah!"

Splash!

The splashed rainwater stained not just the man himself, but more of Morgan as she landed butt first into it, smudging her clothes with dirty water, her umbrella flying off into the distance, all the while Kira still latching onto her hand like a tennis player with his racket.

"Wh-What's wrong? Are you sure you're okay? Do you need me to call an ambulance? Actually, stupid question, of course you do. Do you have any family or someone that you know that I can con-" The woman then proceeds to take out her phone-wait, that's not a phone. It's a scroll-Trying to call for help, but not before the man gripped both of his hands onto the woman, disrupting the action.

"Oh...Oh my...What an elegant view..." The blonde man moaned out in an almost sexual manner, placing all his attention onto the woman's hand placed within both of his hand's palms.

"Such healthy skin...white, almost translucent, like the freshly frozen snow at the top of Mount Everest, dripping down the steep hills, landing onto the napping ravens dozing to prepare for their next flight...Oh, how exquisite...Just how often do you preserve such beauty? You wouldn't mind me brushing it with my face, would you...?"

"H-Huh?" Morgan didn't quite understand what the man's going on and on about. It kind of sounded like gibberish coming from a man that had just lose his mind, but there was just something tell her that this man really isn't kidding about what he said.

"...A ring, huh? You're married? What a shame, and I thought we can get to know each other more thoroughly..."

The man rose up his head, meeting their visions: Without the umbrella covering her head, her appearance-

For a split second, Kira wasn't sure what he was seeing. The woman has a brown ponytail braided down the back of her head, the upper hair combed back, following the flow. But that's not the point, the important thing is, above the brunette's head, sits two triangular, organic brown cat ears that are still wiggling rapidly, like a kitten being curious at something that it cannot understand.

...

What?

Did he hit his head too hard that he's seeing hallucinations? Such a thing is definitely out of his league, is this one of the cosplay things that's been going around?

He understands fully that where he's located is definitely exceeding his knowledge, the broken moon is the best proof. This entire landscape is unfamiliar to him, none of it seemed like a location in Japan, combining the fact that the last significant memory of him is being run over by an ambulance and dragged down into the eighteenth layer of hell, the fact that he had reincarnated is almost certain. It's a lot to digest, but he will have to manage, but this? Just what kind of sick joke is this? Some kind of hybrid that looked like they just came out of a fantasy novel? No, in fact, he doubts anyone at his time would even consider having a character like this in their media.

Just what kind of mess did he get himself into? All of this is so...bizzare. Perhaps this is hell, after all, what he's seeing is one of the demons coming to maim him, nail him on a cross, peel his skin off, do whatever hurts him the most.

...

Well, none of that matters. For now.

As far as he knows, it didn't attack him. That's enough for him to believe that it won't show hostility towards him, especially considering he's an injured man lying on the ground. If it wants to attack him, it would have already done so.

And that's enough. It's more than he needed to know.

Snapping out of his slight shock, the strength the man used to hold onto the woman's hand became stronger, that lust in his eyes slowly dissipated into determination as they narrowed.

"My name is Yoshikage Kira, I'm thirty-three years old, I used to live in the north-west sections of Morioh Cho, where all the villas are. I am not married, and I doubt I will ever be, for my nature will always haunt me until the end of my life, forcing me to kill...I have already killed more than forty beautiful women like you, I cut, blew their hands clean off, and carries them with me wherever I go. I have already met my demise, but the goddess of luck above gave me another chance to redeem my abject soul...And that will start with you, Mrs. Green."

Before Morgan can even make any move, she swore she saw something. Something materialized out of the man holding her hand, it's kind of humanoid from what she can tell, but the imagery is really blurry as if she's seeing it through a ripple on a puddle. The most that she can tell is that the thing stretched out his right hand, a pink hand that's wearing gauntlets, with a golden skull emblem on the back.

And it touched her. Just a light touch, with the strength of pressing down a key on the keyboard.

As if there was really a person there that touched her.

That's when the alarm bell inside her brain ran: Not just from the strange words the man had spoken, but also due to the "Thing"'s presence. This man is onto something-And she doubts it's going to be all fun and games.

A shiver was sent down her spine. The moment she finished her thoughts, she slipped her hands out of the man's palms, which is slippery and wet due to being exposed in the rain all the time. Without thinking, she got up on her feet while moving back, away from the man while turning her back on him.

"H-Help!"

"Energetic, I see. You really are my type after all..."

The man's expressions didn't twitch for one bit, in fact, it was slowly turning into a grin.

"However, all your efforts are pointless. Because, Killer Queen..."

Behind the man is his stand. The pink, menacing stand just squatting in the air, floating there next to the man kneeling down, as if it was hanging by wires. It didn't show a single fragment of emotion, its face felt more like decorations than an actual functioning part of its body. Its right arm is raised up next his it's face, the hand making a thumbs up gesture.

"Has already touched you, turned you into a bomb."

Morgan is still running away from the man, keep her distance, the sound of her heels hitting the ground echoed through the midnight air. Kira isn't speaking at a very loud volume, plus the gushing rain, she can't hear what he's saying, only mumbling gibberish.

She knew this man is going to do something, something bad, and she needs to get the hell out of here before that-

"Killer Queen's primary bomb, switch, on!"

As the man finished his sentence, his stand pressed down its thumb.

Click.

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Ssssssshhhhh...

A downpour.

A sizzling noise.

A dissipating pile of smoke.

A man standing tall.

There, in this parking lot located next to a harbor, stands a man in a ruined suit, there're holes all over the neatly crafted piece of clothing, exposing the man's bruised, muscular skin. There's blood spewing out of every hole on his face, his originally neatly combed hair is a total mess. He looked like he had been through hell and back, panting out large clouds of breath, you don't even have to ask him to know if he's badly hurt. His left hand is wrapped around his waist, the color red had painted the clothes wrapped around it into deep crimson, mixed and soaked with rainwater.

Yet, despite being more damaged than a doll thrown down the garbage compactor, he's just standing there like everything's alright. Not at all does he look like he's in any kind of pain, it's like he simply came out for a walk after dinner.

For now, the man's visions are laid onto something on the asphalt ground.

What is it?

It looked kind of oval, due to the fact that the lightning isn't all that great, it's hard to specify what that thing is. It could be anything. Someone's leftover tuna sub? A small football? Even if that's what it is, what's it doing here in this parking lot? Whatever it is, it surely got the man whole attention.

Perhaps the man himself didn't even notice it, but his expressions right now-they're one filled with a burning desire of something.

What could it be?

Is it fear? Curiosity? Uncertainty? Or was it something else entirely unrelated, something that was mixed together?

For whatever kind of stream of affection's flowing through his heart and mind, it was imperative. It was urgent enough to make the man's heart go into total overdrive, in the meantime attracting enough to make him feel something...carnal.(In order to try and keep this fic sfw, we will not go into the details.)

After staring at it for a moment, the man finally made his move, which is moving forward. The roaring cloudburst is still splashing onto the man's fragile body, a strong blow of wind will seemingly storm him away. Even with that, the pace between his footsteps are steady and strong, resolved on what he's doing.

Slowly but surely, the man walked out of the projection of the street lights nearby, and into the darkness that's just in front of him. If he's not careful enough, he might just trip and fall, but his balance isn't the priority right now.

He difficultly floundered over towards the object, a spiral of desire spinning in his eyes. It's a feeling that he knows better than anyone, after all, he had already got used to it.

His walking stopped as the oval object is right in front of him, there lying on the ground idly. He bent over to pick the object on the ground, his heart pumping even faster as if it was some sort of industrial pump.

There it is.

The thing that he was looking forward to seeing so much.

An essential item that's required in his daily life.

It felt like years since the last time he had ever lay his hands on one of these.

The object is already within the man's palms, as he slowly rose up, the dimly lit street light came back into view, raining the lights back onto the man, illuminating the object in the man's hands.

...

It was a hand.

A silky smooth, slightly tanned hand.

The owner of this hand is nowhere to be seen, within the fifty-meter radius, there's only the man standing there lonely, not a trace of an animated object can be found except the pouring rain.

It's already horrid enough for there to be a god damn hand sitting on the ground itself, but that's not even the part where it gets strange. The hand was served from the rest of the body by a seemingly cut, but there was something strange about it: One might assume it was done by a knife or other sharp objects, but that cut-it was so clean.

You see, when you're cutting meat, you will have to use more force than usual if you don't have a good knife, and that force you used to press it down will make the meat around the cut collapse down, thus making the cut imperfect, distinguishing out the cuts. The same goes, without saying, with human hands. But this time, you will have to consider the bones: No knife in this world can simply cut through all that flesh, muscle and bones without using a lot of force, that's not the case here.

God knows what kind of trick did this man use, but the cut located at the wrist: It was clean. Clean as if it was cut by a water jet cutter, all the bones, the flesh, the strings: They simply looked like something out of an anatomy model, simply made more realistic. There was no blood stain nor any sign of struggle on this remaining part of a woman, the clean, flaccid skin and the untensed muscles simply made it look like it belongs to someone that just got out of the shower, only stained a bit by the dirt on the ground.

Without a doubt, the man standing here is the culprit. Just how in the world did this man do it? In fact, a better question, why is this man doing this? For what reason does this man have to commit such a horrific act? The answers are simple, really.

It's his habit.

Back in the days when the man was a child, he always had a fetish for hands. It began one day in his primary school when he saw an artbook of Leonardo Da Vinci, when he turned to the page with Mona Lisa on it, that's when he first unlocked it. I guess you can call it a kink, but is it really a kink when it keeps develop itself, up until the point where it finally became irremediable? Everyone has their sexual needs in at least some way, there's nothing ultimately wrong with it. But it will start to get worse if that needs slowly develops into actions.

At first, it was just an obsession. Then it's arousal. And finally, it was set into action. That fantasy of his soon turned into a chaotic, wicked urge to obtain, to kill, to take over. It was first knives, then something more creative, improvisation, torture, everything worse. And now, his stand.

With a touch of his stand's fingers, it would explode the entire person. Their veins will first burst, then the scorching pain, and then...Perishment. Not a trace will be left, their body, their clothes, belongings, not a trace of their existence will be left on this Earth. He can even control which part of the person he wants left to not explode, it's almost the perfect ability for a murderer that wants to hide his identity.

Click, boom.

And anything will be left.

After finishing observing his trophy, the man smiled, putting the hand up to his face, rubbing it all over, while letting out consecutive moans.

"Oh, What a refreshing feeling...Do you feel the same way, too? Or are you mad at me for not giving you a heads up? Aww, don't be mad now...Either way, that doesn't matter, why don't we go for a walk, you say?" Finishing his sentence, the man then put the served hand into the left inner pocket of his torn suit, a satisfied emotion floated on his face, despite the heavy injuries.

The exit to this giant parking lot isn't that far away, it's just about fifty feet in front of where he's standing. The gate is wide open for anyone to enter or exit, and the security booth is empty, with the guard probably going to the toilet or something like that. Making sure he's all alone, the man stumbled for the exit.

Where will he go from now? That's a question that himself doesn't even know the answer to. Just what did he get himself into? How did he escape from those...Whatever those are that sabotaged his soul? Perhaps something in him changed? Inside that skull of his, is his brain still functioning as normal? Deep within his torso, is his cold-blooded heart still pumping? In this absolutely bizarre and massive complex of a landscape, will he ever be able to find the peace that he truly desired?

He simply cannot see the path that was laid in front of him, it was there, surely, yet he cannot see where they're leading to. Maybe it's one that will lead him back to his perishment, or it could be one that will fill with hardships, but eventually lead him to the true tranquility that he so desired. Everything is a variable, a single misstep would tear his already damaged mind down another step of purgatory, that's the only thing that's for certain.

However, he's not about to give up.

Under this clear skies, there are households. Under the households, there will be a neat, comfortable house, during summer, it will provide the cooling breeze and the refreshing desserts; during winter, it will give him the warmth and shelter him from the blizzard outside.

He knew there will be one house out there that acts the same-Somewhere on this planet, there's a neatly made bed filled with soft, bouncy feathers and cotton, all made perfectly for him to lie on, a roof that will shelter him from all the troubles that will hurt him. Under the quilt with his head on the fluffy pillow, it will make him sleep soundly, soundly as a baby, away from all the conflict that he will face.

It's here, somewhere. And all he had to do is to find it.

Under the downpour, in the middle of the street surrounded by commercial buildings, dimly lit by the moonlight and the street lamps, walks a lonely man.

How uncomfortable will it be, walking in the middle of the night that late, wearing a torn suit, white constantly being exposed to the roaring wind and the pouring rain? Won't that give him at least some kind of sickness? Colds are really a tough sickness to go through, everyone knows that. Perhaps in one of the buildings nearby, there are people looking through the windows, wondering the questions.

What they do not realize, is that they are people with homes: A shelter that they can take when things go wrong, a place that can protect them from the thunder outside. The man walking does not, he's a wanderer, walking a path that he will have to lay out for himself, for he is a man that went through the worst a man can experience. Will he ever be able to obtain what he desired? That question, to anyone, including the man himself, is still something unknown. But through the opposing stream, all this adversity, he will go somewhere. Somewhere that no normal person can set foot on.

The rain outside doesn't show a single sign of stopping, and with that, the man slowly disappeared around the street corner. Out of sight, out of this world where he doesn't know where to set foot.

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FUCKING FINALLY IS THE FIRST CHAPTER FINISHED YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAWWWWWW

Well, jokes aside, this story is taking up a huge chunk of my life. I spent like weeks even months simply coming up with the settings and the overall structure. This really is just something I do for fun, but I do wish I can put all I've got into it, and I hope y'all can enjoy this.

Also, I do plan on doing another fic next-I know, I know, not really healthy to manage three fics all at the same time. But man if I don't wanna write down every idea that I've thought about.

Either way, see you next time. Which is about a month or something, idk.