Before you get tired of our dear protagonist’s view, let us interlude with the viewpoint of a character we all do not understand. Even the author.

Especially the author.

  He places this here in hopes that people will try to understand the enigma of simplicity that is Neko-chan. Before that, the reader must understand that Neko-chan is not to be trifled with, or one is bound to be mauled. Let us also take note that this take place in the near future, and will not happen in the original story until the author has finally reached that point.

Now let’s begin before she eats the script.

  It was a quiet morning, as all mornings tend to be after a long bar night. Takeda was cleaning the vomit off of the bar room. Literally everything in the room had to be cleaned, a long arduous task that her odd master would labor over every day, up until the opening night.

  Neko-chan would have made everyone that vomited clean up, but doing the work himself was something that Takeda enjoyed. The mean lady who made no kind of noise with her mouth was not here, so Neko-chan was subjected to no mean stares today. The other lady who made a habit of yelling at her master was still asleep, as her schedule started and ended much later. On quiet days like these, such things like napping would be at its most optimal levels, until people started showing up.

  But alas, today was no such day for napping. Today was time to go raid the free food that resided in the outskirts of town, and also deliver pieces of paper to these buildings. Neko-chan would wait until her master gave her the papers, and then set off to do run these errands. If she had time, she contemplated killing a person and delivering it to her master, who was always so thrilled at the corpse that he would pass out.

  She wondered what happened to the corpses. They always seemed to disappear after she had left them, as if her master had consumed them so quickly that not even a scrap was left. Genuinely impressive, to consume so much meat so quickly. She did not have the taste for humans, and turned to the local farms to steal most of her meals. This always seemed to antagonize the humans that lived there, which was amusing. But what was more amusing was the fact that none of their defenses could keep her out. Not even an Elite Guard from the Bright World. Anyone who stood in her way always ended dead, or mauled and hurt a lot. Either way, there would be blood on her energy claws today.

  Neko-chan’s mechanical ears picked up Takeda’s gentle footsteps as he made her way to her. Although she was dozing, she remained perfectly aware through her enhanced senses which included sight, hearing and smell. He always smelled like the stuff that they cooked in the scary room downstairs, vomit, and fruit. Sometimes his pelvic region would smell like squid, and Neko-Chan always wondered what could produce such an odd smell.

  Either way, the rustling of paper signified that one her few jobs was about to begin. She was to deliver these papers. She would go into these places that smelled of blood, oil and ammunition, and give them to the people that were important. Normally it was an easy job which left her a ton of time to laze around until she decided that it was time to eat. Takeda approached her with the three envelopes, which was to be delivered to these people. Neko-chan didn’t know what the papers meant, but Takeda had stressed that they reach them ASAP, so she would obey. It also allowed her to explore the world that she had descended into.

  Also, if she delivered them in time, she would get a ton of mofumofu headpats, which was probably the driving force on why she had stayed in the first place. The three coordinates were input into the Navigator built into her head, which she would use to guide the way.

Now first, were the Red people.

  The Red people wore big, weird blankets that were covered in random splotches of red. They always patrolled around here, as if they owned the entire place, trying to look swaggy and cool, but always fell short of coolness, in Neko-Chan’s opinion. Regardless, she was going to deliver this paper, and no one was going to get into her way. Not even walls. Especially walls. Those were evil.

  She quickly determined the fastest path that would give he the easiest time, jumping gracefully through rooftops and dashing across walls. Her ears picked up the voices of the people in red, and she made to avoid them. They wouldn’t smell good splattered across a wall, so she wasn't going to put effort into killing them.

  Also, if the letter wasn’t covered in blood like the last time Takeda promised extra mofumofu. After a short period of feeling like she belonged in an assassin video game, she made across a large, menacing factory that had no smokestacks working. A few of the smokestacks were painted red, which was how she knew she was in the right place.

  Instead of leaping the fence, she made her way to the front entrance. This was easier than riling up the entire guard force, and having to claw people’s brains out of their skulls. The two henchmen, who smelled new to the place swaggered up to her and stopped her from entering.

  “Wot’s a little girl doing here? Better run home to daddy.” The one on her right leered. Ew. Their breath smelled bad. Maybe she should cut out this one’s throat, so that their breath wouldn’t smell as bad. No. She wanted mofumofu. She could bear through this for mofumofu. If she was good for all three, it would be one whole hour of mofumofu. She would use her voice here then. All for the mofumofu.

“Letter. Keuden. Now.”

  The one on her left bursted into nasty sounding guffaws. “Little girl, no one just talks to Keuden. Now get your cute little ass out of here before I do something about it.”

“Letter. Keuden. From Takeda. Now.”

  The one on her right gave a mocking grin. “Who the fuck is Takeda? Why the fuck do we care? Keuden is a busy man, and he’s got no time for someone like you, even though you are cute. How bout this, little girl? You suck my dick and maybe I-”

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  Negotiations have failed. Subject too primitive to understand urgency. Mofumofu minutes will be lost. No matter. Neko chan had lost her patience, and she was rearing to cut something. These guys were too annoying to let live. Also, they were useless fillers. They could be replaced by the author.

That’s not a way to justify killing, Neko-chan.

  Neko-chan channeled the monster energy, which grew from the nerves artificially inserted in her to create energy claws, and promptly decapitated the two men who dared to waste her time and precious mofumofu minutes. She was careful to not get the blood on her, because if it did it would be a bath, where she would have to fight to the death to get out of.

Look forward to that next interlude, dear readers.

  The guards on the ground immediately noticed that the gate guards had lost their heads, and made to intercept the white haired jailbait, which was now glowing a deep blue shade. They aimed their guns, and opened fire, which did nothing but taste air.

  Thus, the senseless killing and surprise amputations continued. Neko-chan flew like a bat out of hell, dashing to anyone who dared shoot at her. Namely, all of the rookies. Anybody with at least a week of experience chose to go inside to the cafeteria, and wait out the little hurricane.

They weren’t going to be paid to lose their limbs and possibly their lives.

On the other hand, Neko-chan was enjoying each second of the slaughter.

“Nameless Extra.” A hand went flying. “Nameless Extra” A bloodcurdling scream. “Nameless Extras.” A trio of heads left their body.

I told you, Neko-Chan, that that’s not an excuse to kill all of the nameless extras.

  By the time order was finally regained, the end result was: 8 dead henchmen, 11 henchmen missing limbs, one letter which was now covered in blood, and a one happy mecha cat girl.

  Neko-chan was quite proud. Not an ounce of blood anywhere, but on her boots, which she wash off quite easily. Now she just had to deliver the message to Keuden, and then she could visit the Blue people, and maybe get some eel if she was good. The silent lady was there. Maybe some mofumofu from her for killing Red people? It wouldn’t feel as good as when her Master did it, but mofumofu was mofumofu.

  Keuden was having a bad day. He forgot his gun at the Cantina, the lieutenant he had been meaning to ask out became enamored with another guy, and was going to ask him out. He had the Split, which was an aftereffect of the Cantina, and also he had forgot that he left his toilet seat up, and got full on liplock with Poseidon. A slight rap on the door signified an important visitor. He sighed. He didn’t want to deal with anyone today. He thought he told the henchmen up front to not let anyone pass. He ran a hand through his unkempt hair and pressed a button on his table, letting the person in.

  Neko chan saw her target, and promptly walked up to his desk, before dropping the letter she had been gripping using her teeth. Sure, it was covered in blood, but that’s why Takeda was thoughtful enough to laminate it before giving it to her.

  No idea what it was. Neko-Chan didn’t read. She frankly didn’t care. But from the way that Keuden swore, it probably had to do with money. He never got angry like this, unless it had to do with money. Either way, it was time to visit the people that wore blue. The Silent Lady was there, and she wanted some premature mofumofu. She slowly meandered out of the complex, with all of gang members pressing themselves against the wall, so that they wouldn’t get mauled.

They would not end up like their fallen (and foolish) comrades.

  Neko-chan took measures to not step in blood, as she didn’t want to get scolded. While she didn’t really care about Takeda yelling at her, she cared more that she would lose a ton of mofumofu time if he was yelling instead of petting her.

  The so-called “Blue” people lived in the more scummy side of the Third District, where crime was more rampant and gunfights were as common as the streets they took place on. This was the Grudge, a place even Enforcers dared not travel. The _____ gang controlled everything; the money, the tax, which spices went down there, arms trade. It was considered the lawless area, with three Lieutenants that controlled certain sectors of the so-called Grudge. The White Angel, Scarlet Eyes, and Paragon. Each controlled a part of these ghettos, but were all ruled by one: Huntress.

  Huntress was an enigma, one who wore a cloak that normally covered her entire body. While she was a bounty hunter, she was mostly known for her raids on the First District for supplies, always leaving one arrow from her quiver as her calling card. The only confirmed fact about Huntress was that she was a girl, and there was nobody she couldn’t reach inside the Grudge.

All but one, that is.

  Rumors in the Grudge spoke of a figure that was untouchable, even by the Huntress. The people in the knew her as Demon. Sightings of Demon were few and far between, but was always confirmed with the sight of glowing claws, making some believe that Demon channeled the powers of the beast to slaughter members of the gang. The only one to stand up to such a Demon, was Angel herself. They only one ever seen to stop Demon was Angel.

In reality, “Demon” only attacked when people tried to stop her, and “Angel” used the “mystical” power of mofumofu.

  Neko-Chan was exploring the “dirty” place, searching for the Silent Lady, and trying to avoid the idiots around here that would attack her. Neko-Chan did not like this place. But she liked mofumofu more, and also the Man with Scary Eyes would chase her around, and the Lady who didn’t smile would make all of her servants chase her, and then shoot at her. She could never reach them fast enough to kill them, so she instead chose to do the next best thing: Hide with the Silent Lady.

She needed to deliver the letters; yes but she would have to deliver the letters to the Mean Lady with a Bow, who always tried to get her to stay, and when that ultimately failed, she would use her flying sticks to try and capture her in a net.

It was too much work, really, so she did the next best thing: Stick the letter on the nose of the big painting thing, and scramble out there before everyone chased her.

After getting free petting time with the Silent Lady, that is.

But first would come the order of actually reaching the place where she could find the Silent Lady, which was situated near the back of the Smelly Area.

Neko-chan ignored the rank smell that was everywhere, quickly turning corners, navigating this place with practiced ease that looked as if she had been living her for her entire life. Each place was teeming with Blue People, searching for trouble and probably her.

It was a game she enjoyed playing with these people, because they gave funny reactions. They would huff and puff, scream, and attempt to shoot her, but always to no avail. Normally she would delight in playing this game, but she was on a time crunch if she wanted some time to hunt after delivering letters.

Looks like we do this the normal way. She ran into the heart of the Smelly Place, where there was a huge mural of a sword and guns crossed over them, with a skull above all of it, which was her target. This was the most fun way to do it because the Huntress would never take insults to her organization lightly. And a letter in the middle of her mural was a surefire way to get chased. It was normally a bad idea for most people.

And for our little suicidal Neko-Chan, it sounded like nothing but fun.