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THAT'S NOT-
Frankly, I had no clue as to why I had this little voice called Conscience complaining about my existence now, at least so loudly compared to before.
If I had to retrace my steps, I guess it came after… after I died and became Undead? Was this the insanity bit the flavor text warned about?
Insanity in the form of a nagging shithead?
I was already an expert in ignoring sagely advice. If this truly was my brand of insanity, then I would be the sanest Undead in the whole world.
"And for my next trick… FOUR knives!"
My sanity notwithstanding, the novelty of a foreigner talking with probably a bit of an accent while juggling knives and making funny voices was a good crowd magnet, which inevitably led to some good earnings after an hour of performing, which was about $15.
As I said goodbye to the crowd, saying the usual charity-seeking phrases (I really love Japan and I'm REALLY HUNGRY) I was left staring at my donation hat.
Hoo yeah, 15 bucks for an hour of juggling knives like an asshole. If that wasn't a dream job then I had no clue what was.
I kneeled down and began pocketing the bills and coins. Currently, I had just finished my performance in what was a fairly traveled pedestrian street.
It was noon, so a fair amount of people were getting lunch at this hour, which meant a lot of people with free schedules to give me money, and since it was also a Sunday, it meant that my profits would skyrocket.
So far, Kyoto had been quite the peaceful stay. I had bought myself some breakfast this morning (a nice bento as the cashier called it, just $4) and after just walked around the city taking in the sights.
So far, this city had been mercifully free of any supernatural beings.
I knew however that the peace could end at any moment, since I had thought much of the same in my first day in Kuoh.
However, since there wasn't a teenage devil ruling the bustling city with an iron fist, I doubted much of importance would happen.
It was with those nice thoughts that I picked myself up, slung my backpack over my shoulder, took out and lit a cigarette, and began walking with a pep in my step through the city.
I figured I'd ask the locals which were the best spots for tourists, then simply enjoy the day until night fell, after which I'd begin hunting whatever I stumbled upon that seemed to have a nasty disposition.
"Esa es mi nena, nena~ Dulce y buena nadie~"
With a tune from my homeland, I began walking towards the nearest 7-11. I'd get some lunch, then would begin the tourist trip proper.
Ah! What a nice day!
….
This day was absolutely abhorrent.
"Oh, what a lovely young lady! Might I know what you need from this weary old man?"
She gave the geezer one of her practiced perfect girl smiles.
"It's nothing, Ojii-san. I was just wondering if you had seen a foreigner this tall with hair up to his neck? He looks a bit messy and wears a gray parka."
The old fuck hummed and rubbed his chin.
"A foreigner? I don't think I've seen anyone like- Huh? Oi!"
The second she realized the geezer didn't have any info on the HOMELESS SHITSTAIN she dropped her act entirely and simply walked away, paying no mind to the geriatric's complaints.
She made no effort stopping the hateful snarl from taking over her face once more, her beautiful visage now more accustomed to expressions of hate than any other over the last twelve hours.
Raynare was feeling pissed, and not only because the disgusting, filthy homeless human still lived, but also because flying to Kyoto had taken… longer than she thought.
Firstly, her plan had been simple: make a magic circle, teleport to Kyoto and be there before the human got off the bus. His absolute demise and torture would ensue. A perfect plan, in her opinion.
However, she was woefully reminded that the Yokai of Kyoto didn't take kindly at all to her kind, and thus she was unable to teleport there, her spell failing miserably in her hands.
Fine—she had thought, bloodlust still high and rampant—I'll just fly there. It can't be that far from Kuoh.
She was a Fallen Angel, so of course she wouldn't tire from flying; that would be unthinkable! Raynare had this murder already committed, as far as she was concerned.
Raynare wasn't bothered by flying. She was, however, very much bothered when getting lost.
The reminder that she had been bested by human roads made Raynare let out an animalistic growl, turning a few confused heads in her direction.
Those fucking roads were absolutely confusing and unhelpful when flying, and since all the road signs telling the humans where to go like little sheep weren't visible from the sky…
She had made an unwilling visit to Tokyo instead of Kyoto.
It WASN'T HER FAULT that she didn't know where Kyoto was and she needed to follow human roads! Why WOULD she know!? She was a Fallen Angel!
A respectable one, at that! Why in the fuck would she have to know the gathering spot for those annoying Yokai!?
It had taken a whole lot more hours of backtracking and following her intended path, but alas, she had arrived at Kyoto at 5 in the morning. It had been an all-nighter flight for her.
So not only was she now sleep-deprived (which wasn't that Raynare needed the sleep, since she was a superior lifeform and all that, but it was still nice to sleep) but she was also absolutely behind her 'HOMELESS-MAN SLAUGHTER' schedule, forcing her to ask passersby for information on his whereabouts.
Surely, a foreigner walking around would attract the attention of these Japanese humans.
Kyoto was considerably bigger than Kuoh. Much, much bigger. Which meant that the HOMELESS FUCKING PEST could be hiding anywhere.
ANYWHERE. Which also meant that she'd most likely spend the next week simply asking around like some sort of lost girl desperately wanting to know where the nearest disgusting and unsightly hobo could be located.
…She had to compose herself, for she could feel a trickle of spit running down her chin, her snarl still stuck on her face with the ferocity of a rabid dog.
The thought 'like a poodle' briefly ran through her head and it almost undid her efforts in appearing normal with a fresh wave of hatred.
No, Raynare was going to accomplish her quest of killing that fucking human, and she would do so quickly.
She didn't forget that there was still much to be done in Kuoh, and that the possibility of finally serving her glorious leaders and be finally loved, finally useful were on the horizon.
Finally, after falling from Heaven, she would be loved, cherished, and useful…
…But first the homeless human needed to go. No way around it. No one called her a floozy and just fucked off with no repercussions.
There's a reason she fell from Heaven, and it wasn't because she let those worthless humans live without repercussions for their comments.
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