Worlds Collide
Chapter 3
"Dude, are you sure that you don't want us to go with you?" Kouji asked.
Takuya shook his head. "No, my father gave me specific instructions to go alone."
"But wouldn't it be a hell of a lot quicker if we all went?" Kouichi raised an eyebrow. "I mean, it would only take a fraction of the time, so I don't know why he wants you to go alone."
Takuya sighed. "Look, even though we may not understand why he plans things a certain way, he's still the Devil. I must obey him, even if he is starting to go senile."
"You think that maybe you should take his place?" J.P. asked.
"No!" Takuya glared at him. "He's perfectly capable of doing the job just fine. Until my time rightfully comes, I will be patient. I'm not in a rush to claim the throne."
Kouji rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
"Look, I gotta go. And like I said, if anything goes wrong, I'll retreat back to Hell." Takuya glanced at them one last time. "Make sure the demons continue to do their jobs. No slacking off like the last time I left."
The others nodded in understanding.
"Good. See ya later....." Takuya disappeared in a burst of flames.
".....What now?" J.P. asked.
Kouji shot him an annoyed look. "We do what he told us to do, dumbass."
Kouichi looked behind him and noticed a female demon glide past him. She was wearing a tiny black bikini and heels, and her wings softly flapped as she went by. He smiled.
"Well, I know what I'm doing," he said, following her.
"Right behind ya," his friends replied.
On earth
Takuya appeared in a dark ally, as he normally did. As he looked around at the busy nightlife of the city, he smirked.
"Might as well have a drink or two before I finally blow this godforsaken planet up," he quietly said to himself.
The brunette made his way to the nearby strip club he frequently visited. He silently stalked through the door, causing the entire room to stop and stare at him. The men eyed his many weapons, none of them daring to say anything. Women gazed lustfully at the brooding man's good looks. Takuya ignored their stares and sat himself down in front of the bar.
"I'll just have a shot of vodka. Straight-up," he said.
The bartender put a shot glass in front of him and was about to pour it when Takuya stopped him.
"Fuck it. Just give me the whole damn bottle," Takuya growled.
The man raised an eyebrow, but didn't argue with his request. Takuya threw some money down in front of him and brought the bottle to his lips.
"Keep the change." He took a long gulp, emptying nearly a quarter of the bottle seconds later.
The bartender picked up the money, then moved on to wait on another person.
As Takuya continued to drink, a raven-haired stripper sauntered over to him. She was wearing a red leather bra-looking top and matching bottoms.
"Hey, there. Haven't seen you around. Care for a lap dance?" She asked in a sultry voice.
Unimpressed, Takuya took another gulp. "If you paid attention, then you would've noticed me coming here for quite some time."
The girl's smile faltered slightly. "I'm sorry. I guess I forgot. Would you like a lap dance? It's free."
"Since when?" The brunette smirked.
The stripper sat down on his lap. "I'll make an exception for you....And maybe even more..."
Takuya shook his head. "Sorry, but I'm not in the mood tonight."
The woman pouted, but got off his lap. "Fine, I'll give one to someone else."
"Whatever," he replied, giving her a brisk slap on the ass. "Don't quit your day job."
She threw him a nasty look and stormed away.
Takuya rolled his eyes and gulped down more of his vodka. He glanced over to one of the corners of the bar, something catching his eye. Squinting, he could see a beautiful young woman with flowing blond hair. Although her back was turned to him, he could see the side of her face.
"What have we got here?" He smiled to himself and began to make his way over to her.
The woman was casually sipping at her drink, uncaring of her surroundings.
Takuya sat down on the stool beside her. "How's it going?" He asked, flashing her a smile.
"It's going," she replied, not looking at him.
"I see....." Takuya's eyes scanned down her body, not trying to hide the fact that he was checking her out.
The woman was wearing a white halter shirt, with the back of it sloping all the way down to her lower back. Her breasts swelled slightly over the low-cut front of her halter. She had on white fitted pants that deliciously hugged her legs, and white strappy heels.
"Got a lot of white on," he commented.
The woman glanced at him. "Got a lot of weapons on."
Takuya grinned. "Yeah, I like to come prepared."
"Oh?" She cocked an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
"So, what's with the white?" He asked, changing the subject. "You look kind of out of place, if you know what I mean."
Surrounding them were women wearing red and black mini-skirts, their breasts and asses practically falling out of their clothes.
"Just because I don't look like I'm working the sidewalk?" She asked with a smirk.
Takuya chuckled. "I like it. Makes you look innocent...."
The blond looked at him directly in the face, her green eyes glittering. "You don't really look inconspicuos yourself. You know, with the machine gun on your back."
"I might need it later on," he replied. "So, what's a girl like you doing here?"
"Waiting for someone," she replied, taking a sip from her glass.
"A date? Or maybe a fuck buddy?" He took a swallow from his own drink. "Or is a girl like you a little too innocent for stuff like that?"
The woman stared at her glass. "You don't know me, so don't make false assumptions. It could be a fuck buddy, or a date. But it's not. Let's just say, I'm waiting on someone of great importance....."
For some reason, Takuya could feel his blood begin to boil. He couldn't help but stare at her beauty and flawless body. Maybe I could fuck her before I kill everyone, he thought. She's hot, so why not?
"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked.
"Already have one," she replied, taking another sip.
Takuya frowned slightly. This was the first time his offer had ever been declined.....But he would get her to change her mind.
"Then I'll buy you one when you're finished." His dark eyes bore into her.
She shook her head. "That won't be necessary."
What the fuck? He asked himself. Why is it not working with this bitch?
"I don't mind," Takuya said. "I'd really like to get to know you."
The woman looked like she was debating, for a worried frown made its way onto her face.
"Now's not a good time. But maybe later," she told him.
"Oh, come on. I won't bite....." Takuya slid an arm around her shoulder. "....Too hard..."
She suddenly stood up. "I have to go. But thank you for the offer. Maybe I'll see you later."
With that she nervously ran out of the club, leaving a suprised Takuya behind.
"Dammit........" He took a swig from his drink. "That went fucking well........."
A stripper with bleached-blond hair walked over to him. "Do you need something to make you feel better? Maybe a lap dance?"
Takuya angrily rose. "No."
Everyone watched as he stormed out of the club, their eyes glued to his machine guns and blades.
"Okay, time to start this shit," Takuya muttered, walking out into the fresh air.
A moment later, a police officer cautiously jogged over to him. His cruiser was parked across the street, the red and blue lights flashing.
"Drop the weapons and put your hands in the air!" The officer yelled, pointing his gun at him.
Takuya raised an eyebrow. "Are you talking to me?"
"Of course I'm talking to you, asswipe! Now drop your weapons!"
"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied with exaggerated innocence. "I don't have any weapons."
The cop used one of his hands to pick up his walkie-talkie. "I'm going to need back-up immediately."
Takuya chuckled. "I don't understand what the problem is, piggy. You must be hallucinating or something."
"I'm going to tell you one last time or I'll shoot! Put the fucking weapons on the ground and your hands in the air! Now!" The cop screamed, clicking off his safety.
"But they're not mine, I rented them," Takuya quipped.
"That's it!" The officer fired his gun once, the bullet hitting Takuya straight in the shoulder.
The crowd inside the bar had gathered outside the see what was going on. While many ran back inside out of fear, some stood there to watch.
The brunette looked down at the small bullet hole in his jacket. "You prick. That was my favorite jacket. But you want me to raise my hands in the air? Okay."
He smirked, then whipped his arms upward. At the same time, the cruiser exploded into the flames.
"Holy shit!" The officer dove to get away from the falling debris.
"Yeah, I should've warned you that things blow up sometimes when I raise my arms like that," Takuya joked.
"Back-up!" The cop screamed into his walkie-talkie. "Hurry! We've got some kind of pyromaniac!"
Takuya forcefully grabbed him around the throat and lifted him in the air with one hand. "You're dealing with something a little worse than a pyromaniac......."
He snapped the man's neck a moment later, then dropped his limp body into the ground, causing onlookers to scream.
"I really did like that jacket," he muttered. "Oh, well. After everyone's dead, I'll grab a new one."
okay, so yeah. the next chapter is going to be a lot more exciting. i didn't want the story to seem like it was too rushed, and i figured this chapter was fit to slow things down. don't worry though. there will be plenty of bloodshed in the next chapter. let me know what you think ^_^ until next time, laterz