Alone on a hill were three things, a small shack that seems to be on the verge of collapse, a malnourished young man no older than 17, and his best friend. The young man had dirty blonde scruffy hair, his clothes were dirty and wrinkled as he wore a white t-shirt, a brown hoodie, some blue jeans that matched his blue sneakers, and a black eye patch over his right eye. Standing right beside him was the boy's best friend, a small orange dog with a chainsaw coming right out of its forehead. The boy's name was Denji and the dog is Pochita, the Chainsaw Devil
"Tree cutting gets me about 6000 lien a month... the kidney I just sold goes for 120000 lien... my right eye, 30000 lien... sold one of my nuts for uh... how much was that again? Not even 100000 lien, do that's leaving us with... 38,040,000 lien to go!"
"Woof!"
"Okay already, let's go kill something then Pochita!" Denji spoke with conviction as together the two traveled to find themselves a devil to kill.
Their eyes were set on one such Tomato Devil as the fear of tomatoes is fairly weak, but still a devil is not to be taken lightly no matter how weak it may be. The devil is quite large, double of Denji's height and had multiple eyes across its tomato-like body. Crouching behind a broken wall Denji held Pochita in his hands holding him by the handlebar on his head and his index finger holding Pochita's ripcord tail. "Devil hunting nets me about 300,000 lien. Way better than Grimm hunting's 100,000 lien. Yup, devil hunting is the best way to make some moolah!" Denji yanked Poochita's ripcord as his chainsaw began to roar.
The fight wasn't long, tomatoes aren't exactly that scary so even a weak kid like Denji could kill it with the help of his best buddy's chainsaw. With a quick call to his employer someone was soon to arrive, an unfamiliar man in a bowler hat and a white expensive looking coat while holding a cane in his hands. Denji, standing on top of the Tomato Devil's corpse looked over towards the man and asked "You're not the normal guy who comes by?"
"I'm you're new boss kid, effective immediately. It's Roman Torchwick and it's best you remember that name, fine work you did here for such a scrawny kid with a strange pet. A corpse this big is bound to fetch a hefty sum so you're reward is 400,000." The new boss told Denji who's eye lit up in excitement.
"Woah really!?"
"But subtracting the debt you owe , plus interest, finders fee, etc etc..."
"Only 70,000 lien..." Denji said, holding the envelope of money in his hand. "After I pay rent and the people I owe money to... funny, I'm down to only 1,800 lien... We got nothing to eat at home so we gotta make this last for a whole month, okay Pochita our meal today is a single slice of bread."
"Woof!"
To say Denji's life was miserable would be an understatement. With a staggering debt that increases on the daily Denji will be paying this off for the rest of his life. He has been ever since he was a little kid, he doesn't remember much about his dad but he hung himself and left Denji alone. His 700,000 lien debt was transferred over to him and if he didn't pay up he was going to be chopped up and his body parts would be sold on the black market.
But on that same day that's how he met Pochita, the devil's chainsaw roared at him to intimidate Denji but the poor boy just accepted his fate. He was already going to die so what's the point of fighting back? But something was off, the devil was severely injured and on the verge of death, just like him Pochita was gonna die too. So that sparked an idea, in return for taking some of Denji's blood, Pochita would save Denji from a horrible fate. And by killing a devil to prove his mettle, Denji was hired as a devil hunter by one of the local gangs in Vale. Pochita is Denji's best and only friend in the whole wide world, he owes everything to Pochita for being able to live this long. But is this really a way for a boy to live?
Denji, like many humans, has dreams. But by the way life's going, it's not likely he'll ever achieve those dreams as he barely has enough money to even survive. To have a normal life is common for many and even despised by some of those with a normal life, they don't know how good they have it because to Denji, normal is a pipedream. Denji can only dream of being able to spread jam on sliced bread. Denji can only dream of going out with a girl before he dies. At the very least he wishes he could at least hug a girl before he dies...
He's always pictured it in his head whenever he had trouble falling asleep because of how hungry he is or when he thinks about his debt. Spread jam on sliced bread and eat it with Pochita, flirt with a girl, take her home and play video games together, and fall asleep with her in his arms...
Sounds wonderful doesn't it? Too bad he'll never live to see the day as a heart condition passed down by his late mother makes him cough up blood. It killed his mother and by the way things are going it'll probably kill him too as Pochita could only watch his best friend slowly die. But even with every reason to give up and he has thought about it many times, at least he still has Pochita...
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"Hey kid, we got a devil for you so tike for work!" The familiar voice of Roman Torchwick yells from beyond the door of his shack and Denji is quick to get back up with his trusty devil and get back to work.
This job was a little different, Denji's new boss drove him to his next job. Well one of his grunts wearing black and red did but it was a welcome change of pace, he finally got to experience sitting in a car for once along with Pochita.
It was a long drive through the city of Vale but at long last they reached the financial district where Denji's target resided in a giant warehouse. For being in the financial district which was all about money making, it's hard to believe some place would look so dilapidated. Torchwick and his grunt walked Denji inside where Denji found nothing but the old items stored inside of this warehouse. "Excuse me Torchwick sir, where's the devil? Is it hiding somewhere?"
"Y'know I've heard a lot of good things about you and you're pet, boy." Roman compliments while swinging his cane in his hand.
"Thank you, sir."
"You always do what you're told and you work for cheap, it's great having you but I don't exactly like working with kids."
Denji raised his eyebrow "Where is this going, sir?"
"You're fired."
"Wha- GAK!" A sharp pain was caused in Denji's stomach area, that same grunt in black and red had just stabbed his katana through Denji and Pochita. The duo began to vomit up blood and fell to the floor in pain. The taste of blood was all Denji could feel as it started to bleed from his nose.
"Sorry kid but I got an angry bitch I need to comply with otherwise it's mine and my lady's head." From the shadows came a group of walking corpses along with a devil controlling them, a green mass of flesh and organs with a face on its chest and a brain for a neck. "And with that our deal is done Zombie Devil, now if you'll excuse me I have a busy evening and I wish to make it before the dust shops close."
"thE cOntRaCt iS sEAled I wIlL ofFEr mY poWer tO CinDEr." The Zombie Devil's voice spoke to Roman.
"Grand, do what you want with the kid. Let's go, this place smells like shit and it's not the dirty brat." Roman turned to his grunt as they both left the warehouse and shut the front door with a loud slam.
"ZoMbies, cUt theM up ANd toSs tHeIr reMains in tHe dumPsTer!" The Zombie Devil spoke as Denji knew he had to move, but everything hurt so much...
He was losing blood fast but he had to run, he can't let Pochita die, not like this! Denji stood up and limped as fast as he could, zombies were chasing after him with knives in hand as Denji did his best to weave through the warehouse. But the zombies were everywhere, one stabbed him in the back which was enough to send him tumbling to the ground. 'Just a normal life... do I not even get to have that much...?'
Those were Denji's final thoughts before a knife was stabbed right into the back of his skull and through his head, many more followed suit as the screams of the poor boy echoed throughout the warehouse as blades stabbed through him and Pochita. The screams died down quickly and we found what's left of the boy and his dog, cut into pieces and resting inside of a dumpster. That was the end of Denji and Pochita, never able to achieve their dreams of a normal life and died in a warehouse where no one was able to hear his screams.
Denji's lifeless head began to pour out the last of his remaining blood right into Pochita's mouth. Pochita's corpse swallowed the blood.
Denji and Pochita would often cut trees together, after all what is a chainsaw really built for if not cutting trees? It's exhausting work and many times Denji would almost get crushed by said trees but they always made it through. One day the two cut down a record of twelve trees before lunch and decided to take a break and eat their slice of bread together on top of the pile of logs they made. That's when Denji began to talk to his best buddy " Hey Pochita... I might die while fighting Devils and Grimm. If I do, you'll be my one big regret."
Pochita whimpered at such a statement not wanting to think about his best friend dying.
"Without me you could starve to death or get killed by a huntsman. I heard devils can take over bodies, when I die I want you to take mine. If you wait till I'm in the ground, I bet the gang we owe won't come chasing you down, then you could leave this place... and then... yeah..."
"I want you to live a normal life and die a normal death. Make my dreams come true for me Pochita!" Denji carried Pochita in his arms as the devil barked happily in agreement.
Unbeknownst to the Zombie Devil, inside the dumpster where Denji and Pochita's corpse lay, Denji's body was bringing itself back together! His wounds healed, his eye regenerated along with his kidney and testicle, and the head of Pochita was attached to his chest.
Denji's eye opened as he found himself wearing inside a metal box with Pochita standing on his chest looking good as new. Denji was relieved hearing Pochita's woofs and he couldn't help but have a wide smile. "Po...chita...? Did you take my body like I told you...?"
There was silence for a moment... then Pochita started to speak. "I loved hearing you talk about your dreams, is a contract." Denji couldn't form words, why was Pochita talking? Why was he forming a contract with a dead man? "I'll give you my heart... in exchange... show me your dreams."
Denji didn't have time to speak as his body woke up and shot right out of the dumpster screaming "POCHITA!" Both of his eyes were open, his wounds were healed, and he felt a familiar cord hanging from his chest. Denji looked down and saw the same ripcord Pochita had from his tail now poking out from his chest. That dream... it was really after all...
The crowd of zombiesand their master looked towards the regenerated Denji, the Zombie Devil couldn't believe he survived getting chopped to pieces and commanded his horde to attack Denji and eat him alive. But Denji wasn't afraid, he was more confused than anything. These zombies were people once, they probably had plenty more than him and they wanted a better life? Maybe he was the same? He should have been happy that he had Pochita in his life at all but he still dreamed of a better life... But that's okay right? Everybody dreams, we just can't help it. But if these people were gonna get in the way of his and Pochita's dream... "If you're gonna get in the way of our dream... THEN YOU BETTER GET READY TO DIE!"
Denji yanked the ripcord in his chest with all his might as the sounds of a chainsaw could be heard from inside his body. The horde of zombies surrounded him, they began to pile on the body eating at his flesh making sure that he was dead for sure this time. The sounds of zombies overpowered the sounds of the revving for a moment, but the sounds of the Chainsaws only grew louder and louder until a chainsaw burst through the chest of one of the zombies as Denji emerged from the pile not as a human, but as a devil. His arms cut in half with bloodstained chainsaws blades right through the middle, his head was no longer human and was demonic while resembling an actual chainsaw. With sharp teeth and yellow glowing eyes, Denji laughed maniacally. Never before has he felt so alive, never before has he felt so good, his arms hurt like hell and his head too upon sprouting chainsaws but he didn't care, he has some dreams to protect and nothing was gonna get in the way of that.
"WhAT aRe yoU?! DiD thAt sMall fRY TUrn yOu inTo onE oF Us?!" The Zombie Devil questioned but he would much longer as Denji jumped from the pile of corpses with his new enhanced strength and stabbed stabbed his whole chainsaw arm through the Zombie Devil's eye while the devil screamed out in pain as a mess of blue organs was created when Denji cut through the devil like butter. He landed on the floor with a mess of blue blood all over his body. He looked towards the crowd of approaching zombies "looks like you guys are devils down to you're core... and since I get paid to be a devil hunter, I get to kill you guys dead!"
Denji's arms swung wildly with no sense of style, only bloodthirsty instinct. "I KNOW, IF I KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU THEN BYE BYE DEBT! GYAH HA HA HA HA!"
Throughly all the night were the maniacal sounds of Denji's laughs and the roaring of chainsaws cutting through zombie flesh. The zombies tried with all their might but they were no match for Denji's will to achieve his and Pochita's dreams as till night to morning light, Denji killed every last zombie. But someone must have heard the commotion with how loud Denji must have been and called for huntsmen.
A black car pulled up to the warehouse and the front gate opened to the bright light of day as 2 men stood beside a woman with bright yellow ringed eyes and strawberry red hair. Her soft voice spoke out "Looks like someone beat us to the punch." Referring to the amount of corpses laid out in front of them.
The three heard the slow revving of chainsaws and an exhausted Denji approaching them. "We got a live one." One of the men exclaimed pulling out his gun.
"Wait-" The redhead spoke before calmly approaching Denji, she caught Denji's scent and said to the boy "You're scent... it isn't devil or human. Did you do this?"
"H..." Denji coughed up blood as he began to stumble. "Hold... me..."
Denji expected to meet the hard bloody floor but everything slowed down as he felt something wrap around him... something warm... this beautiful woman gave Denji his first ever hug. The world came to a stop, Denji's Chainsaw head began to melt back to his human face with wide eyes as he couldn't believe it. The redhead spoke again with her buttery smooth voice that was like music to his ears "You're human after all..."
"Ma'am could he be possessed by a devil?" One of the men asked the redhead.
"None, there are no signs that his possessed." She brought her attention back to Denji and looked right into his eyes as Denji's jaw hung open and looked into her hypnotic like eyes, more pretty than all the stars in the sky. "I came here to kill the Zombie Devil, I'm a Huntresses"
She laid Denji down on her lap, his head resting on possibly the softest cushion he has ever felt in his life. "You have two options."
"One, be killed by me as a devil. Or two, be kept by me as a human? If you're a good pet I'll give you food."
Is she serious?
"F...food?" Denji spoke weakly "What do I... eat for breakfast...?"
The redhead put her finger on her chin and pondered "Most likely bread with butter and jam... salad, coffee... maybe desert?"
The sun came down from the skylight onto Denji's face showing his expression of surprise all of that... it sounded like heaven... "That's a dream come true..."