I saw that bird today…it was facing the left this time. That’s only the thirstiest time out of 1992 that it has. I wonder what made it do that. I wonder what butterfly didn’t flap their wings to cause it to look the wrong way. Normally it always looks to the right. And when it does, it seems to notice the failing glider heading right for it. Instead, it didn’t notice the glider, and the thing was tackled, and crushed to the ground. Falling several stories and crushed against pavement and plastic would do that to ya, I guess.
So what does that mean? How do things change now? Was that bird supposedly destined to fly off, lay an egg, and that egg would attract the fox that would force the mouse to hide, and prevent it from nibbling the cheese that would later be eaten by the man who’d get sick and pass it on to a hundred others? Would one of the diseased end up being someone here? Am I gonna get sick? Is Relius? Will we lose a lot of souls to disease and force us to reschedule our party?
Will it be because of that bird that everything goes to hell? Or will Ragna end up getting sick this time? Will he end up dying before the time came and will our plans go better than before?
I’m not sure. But I hope that if anyone gets sick, it’ll be that bitch of a vampire. I’d like to see her cough up some blood before I make her stomach do the same.
Its funny how time works though. Its funny how such little things change everything. Oh well…maybe that just means things will be more fun this time around. That wouldn’t be so bad. Right?
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You know…I really wish I didn’t have to keep this guise as the ‘timid, but shady’ Captain of the Intelligence Department.
I REALLY wish I didn’t.
Some fuckingidiotcame in, all bruised and cut up. What happened? The idiot fell and got himself caught by the rebels outside of Kagusutchi!
Now, I know a lot of you probably have no idea what I’m talking about, but don’t worry. It was just a reeeeeeeeeally small group of guys who thought they were getting pushed around too much by us. Mostly beastkin. We usually put them down before they do anything major. Real clean and simple.
This time it may not work out so easily though. This kid is usually fine. He goes in, sees where they are, gets some useful info, and gets out. Simple scouting stuff right? Well this DUMBASS must’ve eaten a doughnut too many this shift…because the branch he was sitting on fell!
So they saw him, attacked him, and almost captured him. Well he got away…but left all his notes behind! No doubt they’ve changed locations by now, and knowing these beastkin…ugh. They’ll be a pain in the ass to find again.
I just wanted to RIP THAT IDIOTS HEAD OFF! But…all I could do was scold him through gritted teeth, and order him to do my paper work for awhile. I have him do it in another room so I don’t have to look at him.
Boy…if I just had a few SECONDS with him…where no one would know…gosh. I’d have a new footstool, and be able to repaint my desk a nice sharp crimson. Yeah…that’d be nice. But…I can’t break cover. Not yet. There’s still a looooooooong time before the whole thing happens. I gotta stay cool.
Shit I hate idiots.
rosecrested-archival-deactivate asked: Hazama, I know how you feel about the fangirls. They are indeed a rather rabid bunch. But how do you feel about the fanboys? Are they an issue?
Oh…well shit…a question.
Fanboys…well I honestly kinda forgot about them. They’re a…different kind of nuisance. Yeah, a fucking nuisance.
Ya know why? Because they fucking try and steal my image!
There are probably dozens! Utterly dozens of fake blogs of me riddled around the site! All of them a bunch of wanna-be’s and posers! They do their little role-plays, and pretend that just for a second they’re as cool as me…it’s almost sad, really. Because not even one of them come even close to how I really am.
I guess I’m flattered that they try…because, hey, everyone needs an idol right? But shit…some of you people utterly ruin me.
Hell it’s part of the reason why I haven’t really spruced this blog up or cared that much about it. Because among all the other copy-cats, I might just look like any other blog to the fans. And quite frankly, I’d rather it stay that way! I don’t need any more assholes coming into my business and ruining my fun!
I mean, sure, that one girl who got a bit too close was a nice break…but that doesn’t mean I need people constantly coming in by tracking me by IP and shit, and demanding to see me. Or even try to stop me! I don’t need an army of stupid little vigilantes trying to kill me with their plastic lightsabers and nerf guns…that kind of shit is a real drag, ya know?
…I kinda went off a bit more than I needed to there. Whatever.
The fanboys who go under the guise of me are the ones who bother me the most, to answer your question. The rest…well…they don’t seem to do much, unless they take on stereotypical fangirlish behavior and do…that weird shit with their would-be talents. Ya know…the egg in my ass stuff.
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Where have I been? Did I die? Did the show start early?
No…Jin’s still at his post. The base is still full of souls. The cauldron hasn’t even started heating up. Still awhile yet before things get rolling.
Its gonna be awhile before Ragna is found to be the Grim Reaper after the NOL.
Heh…hope no one from the base reads this. As far as I know they don’t know about this blog. And even if they did…well guess someone’s dying today, eh?
Anyway…I’ve been having…problems.
Problems I haven’t experienced since I started controlling this body.
The boy is resisting. Punching through. Taking control again.
He’s the reason I’ve been finding egg shells around, been seen sleep walking, having random things busted.
He’s trying to take back control of what’s his.
I went to go see Relius about the problem. He was surprised…even a bit disturbed, it seemed. Him? Disturbed? Man that kinda…well…made me nervous, ya know?
Anyway he redid the seal that kept my soul in here, and I’ve felt a bit more…whole.
But I hear him…crying and whispering. That only happened a few times at first. Back when I was new to the whole concept, but after doing it so many times, it only happened very rarely and very quietly. Before I could more or less mentally kick the kid in the jaw to shut him up, but he’s getting louder.
Well you better realize, Kazuma. You’re never getting out of here.
This is my body, now.
You’ll never be rid of me. Never.
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I found her.
She was surprised when I did.
A flashing grin. A kick to the shin.
A few swings, and yelps.
She was blushing the whole time.
And as soon as my hands took her wrists, I knew she was mine.
Her knees buckled, her eyes widened, perhaps surprised by my gentle latch.
She stared at me for awhile, her lips trembling. I grinned down at her…and leaned in.
Her face got redder…was it even possible? I suppose so. Either way, she certainly expected a kiss.
“Walk with me.” I whispered. I pushed her through her into her apartment. She was trembling even more. I pushed a bit more.
She fell, her bottom landing on the bed. I came over her, crawling on top of her. My mouth rubbed against her skin, lips brushing and chilling her spine. I felt goosebumps rise up along her flesh. She whimpered cutely, her arms coming around my torso. I grabbed them and pressed them against the bed. I kissed her, and she pressed against me. Her body arched to meet mine. I pinned her arms a bit longer, and pulled away from her.
“You’re right…you are different.” I’d say and kiss her again, “You’re different…”
“Hazama…” She squeaked out.
“They’ll all be jealous of you…” I kissed along her neck again.
“Hazama…”
“They’ll wish they were you…” My fingers interlocked with her’s.
“Oh, Hazama…”
“But you’ll never know.”
“Ha-” Our foreheads suddenly collided. My hat flew off, landing to the far side. She groaned, her eyes rolling, her head bobbing. She wasn’t knocked out, but very dizzy. I just grinned still.
“You’ll never know.” There were clicks. NOL issued handcuffs came around her wrists. “But you’ll be beautiful forever.” They came around her ankles, “And I’ll treat you well.” I slapped her across the face, her eyes bulged open. She was plenty awake now, and seemed very scared. “Just remember to scream.”
I flicked the knife out from my pocket. I flicked it open.
“No…”
“Yes!” I snickered.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No!”
“Yes…” I placed the tip of the blade in the middle of her collar bone.
“NO!”
The knife slashed downward. It split her top, and blood ran down in a steady stream. And then I cut her again…and again…and again. Blood splashed against the walls. It was as if a painter was throwing paint at a canvas. All red.
The bed was stained. Deep crimson pooled under her. It soaked the knees of my pants.
I made a Y-cut. I opened her up. And as I did, she expanded her lungs to impossible size-I could tell, I watched it happen-and screamed.
I tore out her heart.
Blood splashed up again. I was covered in it. Sprinkled in the sprays of red.
She made some gurgling sounds. Her eyes rolled again. Her body shook a bit…her lungs flattened. And she died.
Just for fun I cut out her lungs. They sat in her chest cavity like useless slabs of meat.
The stink of blood, death, and shit filled the air.
And then I came home.
I hope she’s thanking me. Her face will never sag, will never wrinkle, and her hair will never grey.
She will stay beautiful. Forever.
Anyway…time to clean up. Take a bath. Have an egg. And think about alllllll those poor fangirls who know that this is EXACTLY how I’d treat every. Single. One of them.
I saw her again today, that silly fangirl that decided to try and stand up for her and her…species. Ah, but she didn’t see me. But she probably knew I was watching anyway. I looked down at her as she passed by the branch. Why was she still here, I wondered. What purpose did she have just meandering around? Perhaps she was building up the courage to speak to me again; this time with more ammo than ‘We’re different!’ Ah, so silly.
The phone rang.
“Captain,” I heard Makoto’s voice on the other end.
“Yes, what is it?”
“Major Kisaragi is here to see you.”
“Ah, send him in.” The Major wanted to speak with me about one of our branches suddenly being attacked and destroyed. Well, I don’t have to tell you who did that. Heheh…
The door opened and I turned to face him as he closed it behind him. Jolting sapphire, and golden hair. Yup, he was the Major alright. And gripped in his hands was the legendary Yukianesa Nox. The very one his sister had given him so long ago. Of course he didn’t know…at least not yet. She was just the Imperator to him right now.
“Captain Hazama.” He greeted being as blunt as possible.
“Hello, Major. How are you?” I, of course, tried to make things a little less…cold in here.
“I’m fine, and let’s leave it at that.”
“Alright, alright. No reason to give me that icy stare of yours. Now you wanted to talk to me about the recent attack, right?” I was standing by the large window in the back of my office. He came closer, standing directly in front of my desk. I’d have offered him a seat, but he didn’t seem to feel much like sitting, so I just got down to business.
“Heh…attack? More like a massacre. Almost no one survived, and anyone who did was so shaken from the attack that all we could get out of them was gibberish.”
“Well it wasn’t all gibberish, right?” I came back to my desk, picking up a folder. I opened it up and flipped to a page titled ‘Witness Reports’, “Didn’t the Black Beast come up a lot…yes reading here seems like a number of soldiers implied it was the black beast that attacked them.”
“They’re delusional, Captain. We can’t take any of that seriously. Besides, if it was the Black Beast, I think we would’ve seen it coming.” I hummed a bit in fake thought.
“Well…what if this black beast is different? Maybe it can take on different forms? After all what else do you think could really cause such destruction so easily?”
“Even still…why just attack the NOL, then? The Black Beast was a mindless creature that destroyed and killed everything in its path. This was a specific attack on the NOL.”
“Maybe it wants revenge?” I snickered a bit.
“This is no time for jokes, Captain.” He growled.
“Easy, Major, don’t worry. I understand this is a very serious situation, and believe me my agents are doing everything they can to collect as much information on this incident as possible. We should know more within the next few days. Maybe even find whatever attacked the branch.” I shrugged.
“I do hope so…I’d hate for the branch boasting the most knowledge end up being the most worthless.”
“Now, now Major…let’s not start calling each other names, alright?” I snickered again, despite his growing annoyance. He growled again, clearly having enough of me.
“Well, be sure to let us know if you have anything. I have some work to do myself, so I’ll be on my way.”
“Very well…it was good seeing you again Major. Do keep in touch, alright?” He didn’t say anything, and simply turned and left.
Man…talk about the cold shoulder, eh?
