My name is Yuki and my story began when I was 18 years old. I used to be a student at an ordinary school. I was 6 ft tall and my body was slender and feminine even though I was male. At school I was a closet otaku and only had a handful of friends. I was never in any clubs or was good at any sports. I wasn’t anti social but I preferred to stay home to read manga and watch anime. My face was considered handsome and I was forced to keep my black hair long by most of my class. Cutting my hair would make me an enemy of all females in my grade. I was already an enemy to most of the guys because of how I look and making all the girls my enemies? Well let’s just say girls can be very scary end of. I didn’t see why they all loved my hair so much I mean I don’t really take special care of it. I don’t think using my mother’s shampoo/conditioner counts but that’s only because she’s very picky about hair products.
Oh I should probably mention my family’s secret too right? Well let’s just say that my family is a family of hitmen. Yup assassins in the modern era. A badass family that takes people out for money. Some of you might find that cool some of you might find it scary but to me, it’s troublesome. Every day I wake up super early and I’m forced to train in the way of assassination. Morning training is the worst. Any excuses or skipping sessions would result in a sparring session with mother. That’s a nicer way of saying mother will beat that crap out of you if you skip any sessions. Everyone is scared of my mother. In underground societies my mother has a nickname. Angel of Death. Yup rule number 1 of my family don’t piss of my mother!
I’m not being forced to be an assassin either. I’m not sure if I want to go down that route, but being forced into a profession where my life would be in constant danger and not even wanting to be there is stupid and just a recipe for disaster. But that doesn’t excuse me from skipping training I still need to know how to defend myself. Also I’m not gunna lie but some of it is pretty cool practising with guns and duel kabana’s is pretty sweet.
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It was Wednesday afternoon and school just finished. I’m walking home with a classmate called Seiji. He’s also 6ft tall. He’s average looking and only walks home with me because he is an otaku. Most of my friends are otakus.
Today Seiji is rambling about how I am an idiot for not having a girlfriend. I slyly put my headphones on and totally ignore him.
Don’t get me wrong I don’t have dense protagonist syndrome. The only reason I don’t have a girlfriend is because I value my free time. I had a girlfriend once but she only used me as an object to show off. Always forcing me to go out with her friends and having to waste money shopping every week was something that wasn’t worth it. Falling in love or making a harem here on earth is never going to happen. The girls here are just different than the ones in anime and manga. I cringe at my thoughts about deredere beast girls and a fantasy harem and shove the subject to the back of my mind.
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The streets were full of students on their way back home from school. Taking a shortcut home we cut through the busy roads.
Suddenly I freeze.
“It can’t be” I mumble catching Seiji’s attention.
Truck-sama.
The grim reaper itself and it was heading straight for a crying girl. As an otaku I didn’t know how to feel about this. If I do this there’s a good chance I’m going to die. Truck-sama always finishes an assassination.
Squeezing my fists tight I make my choice in an instant. My morals won’t let me stand by and watch this happen. Bursting into a sprint I run as fast as I can to the girl.
Adrenaline is pumping through my veins.
I grab the little girl.
I don’t have long left.
Truck-sama is close. I can feel truck-sama breathing down my neck.
With another instantaneous decision I threw the girl towards Seiji.
Believing in Seiji I leave the rest to him.
BANG!
So painful. Wasn’t truck-sama supposed to Insta kill his targets? Why am I alive?
Opening both my eyes I try to regain my sight. My vision from my left eye was all red. With my right I could see Seiji screaming on the phone crying.
My body was broken, twisted and destroyed. There was no way they could move me from the middle of the road as they would damage my body even more.
Laying in a warm puddle of my own blood I can feel that I don’t have long left. I could feel my life slipping away.
“Aah mother’s gunna be so pissed. At least she’ll be happy I died saving a little girl right?” it was too late to question my decision but I knew one thing, I didn’t regret my actions.
Taking another look around before I breathe my last I see the little girl crying her eyes out sat down next to me. Her mother was standing behind her with her hand over her mouth eyes wide open, she was also crying.
Thinking stupid thoughts I thought that I would at least go out as a hero, I forced myself to smile.
I need to speak to this girl. I don’t want this to traumatise her but that was probably impossible.
Mustering up all my energy I begin my final conversation.
“Ne why are you crying” (Me)
“Because, because of me oni-chan uwahhhh!” *hic* *hic* (little girl)
“Daijobu (its ok) the hospital will just fix me up.” I said forcing another smile.
She looks about 8 I pray she doesn’t understand the concept of death and falls for my lie.
The people who had now gathered around us knew I was lying and was only trying to comfort the girl.
“Ne I’m going to sleep now you should go back with your mommy” I said starting to lose my consciousness.
Soon after I could feel Death embracing me, I then started to lose my scenes. I lost the ability to taste and smell long ago. The pain dulled the sense of touch. I could no longer hear anything but my own thoughts. The last thing I saw was Seiji crying over my body and the mother saying something to me over and over again still crying her eyes out.
I think she was thanking me but I guess I’ll never know.
Finally I lost conciseness and was taken by the phenomenon known as death.