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Currently, Yoshikage Kira is 23 years old. He’s never thought that he would fall in love again after his trip to Louver, but he fell hard. The impact of this fall would be able to shatter dozens of hearts. He decided that the importance of meeting his chosen one is greater than his starting career as an employee in the Kame Yu department store.
He had to act, and he had to do it fast. His beloved wife, whom he obtained the previous week, has already started to rot. Her dearest to Kira qualities, like her lilac-painted nails started to decompose and has been emanating a concerning smell for the past three days. But as desperate as Yoshikage was, he could not kill two times in a month. It certainly would draw the attention of someone who should not get involved and bring tremors to his perfectly calm lifestyle.
To satisfy his unbearable hunger Kira had only one choice. He had to travel to Cairo and meet his new obsession. It might seem a little confusing, but again the new target of his obsession wasn’t human.
Lately, Kira has been getting increasingly interested in the Egyptian history of art. Sitting under the big oak tree in Morioh he stumbled across an interesting article in a magazine. His eyes skimmed across the page with multiple photographs of Egyptian jewelry, and faience and finally stopped at a beautiful sculpture. He immediately recognized fine art presenting prince Rahotep and his wife Nofret. The prince was looking ok, but the sculpture of Nofret was entirely out of this world, especially her upper body. To be more precise her hands.
At this time, many thoughts crowded Kira’s mind, ‘how can something made out of common limestone look so soft, so warm, so promising’. At this point, Kira was completely mesmerized by the outstanding beauty of craftmanship in front of him. The urge to be swallowed by the magazine photo was too much to handle. His fingers he didn’t realize he was biting the whole time started bleeding. A single drop of red liquid fell onto the magazine page staining the picture. Immediately he closed the magazine and went home to buy a ticket to an Egyptian museum located in Cairo. On his way home some people gave him weird looks, maybe he came in his own pants. At this point it didn’t really matter, his thoughts were already kilometers away in Cairo.
The flight was long and fucking exhausting. There was no room for legs and the big flashy guy sitting next to him didn’t help with his weird staring, but after hours of constant sitting, he could finally straighten his legs and set his foot in Egypt. The sun was at its peak, the air was dry, and the weather was hot, like really hot, complete opposite of the weather in Morioh that day. At that moment Yoshikage realized how unprepared he was for his stay in a foreign country. He didn’t book a hotel and didn’t know any other language except Japanese and English. Sweat started to build up on his forehead sticking his blond hair to it. He stopped to watch the passengers lazily walking towards the entrance to the airport to hide from the unforgiving sun rays shining above their heads. After a moment he did the same.
Immediately after entering the airport bathroom stall, he started to tear his clothes off his body. He put his small bag on the floor near the wall and opened the big suitcase. After putting on some loose-fitting lavender shirt with a floral print and a pair of blue oversized jeans, he felt like he could breathe again. He closed his luggage and was basically ready to go book some room he could spend the night in.
Suddenly he noticed that his bag was gone. He started to look around the cabin, but the bag was nowhere to be found.
“Jesus fucking christ” he cursed under his breath. He fell to his knees and started looking through the openings between the floor and the wooden walls of the cabins. The opening from every side was big enough to fit his bag through it. The panic started to set in. To say he felt really stupid was an understatement. He rushed out of the bathroom at top speed, his suitcase bumping into his legs as he ran. He had no idea where the thief might have gone. He started sweating again, this time not from the heat. Stopping in the middle of the main hall of the airport he started thinking. The thief couldn’t have escaped far. Reporting him to the police would take too much time and Yoshikage was growing impatient. The only thing he wanted from his trip to Cairo was to visit a museum, not get his wallet and documents stolen.
He decided he would find the motherfucker who had the audacity to ruin his mood on his own. After all, he wasn’t helpless. He was a stand user, a pretty powerful mind you. The deadly overgrown cat looming over his shoulder at all times like a guardian angel was a great reminder of how powerful Yoshikage Kira was. He could easily catch some petty thief and so he started his search.
This quickly proved to be the worst choice he could have made. The sun was starting to set. His head started to hurt; he guessed that the heat exhaustion might be showing its signs. Hours passed and he accomplished nothing, didn’t even get close to finding his bag.
All of a sudden, while passing a narrow street in a poor-looking neighborhood, he saw a flash of his bag. At the end of the street, there was a group of people standing in a shadow of a building, one face especially attracted Kira’s attention. After the man fully faced Kira, he immediately recognized the owner of this face, he was the tallest and the biggest from the group, dressed in a black feather coat and golden jewelry. There was doubt, he was the passenger sitting next to him on the flight. Without a second thought, Yoshikage entered the alley.
“Hey, you fat pig,” Yoshikage said calmly as if he was saying hello to his colleague. “Would you mind giving me my stuff back?” he said a little louder startling a couple of men who had their backs turned to him. A couple of curses and yells of surprise could be heard, but after a moment they all died down.
“Fuck off pretty boy,” The tallest said “We don’t have time for you, piss off before you get hurt.”
“I don’t think I made myself clear” Kira’s eyes darkened “You will give me my belongings back, or you will die a gruesome death”
“You have quite a number of strong people here to kill” the group laughed. Without wasting more breath Yoshikage summoned Killer Queen.
A couple of eyes wandered to look at the stand looming over his shoulder, only one pair stayed oblivious to a threatening shadow of a cat. At this moment Kira knew he fucked up really badly. He got into a fight with five stand users. He always had a feeling something has been pulling him to certain people, not that he believed in destiny.
Suddenly something hard collided with the back of his head. He wasn’t aware of the person lurking behind him. Now he had six stand users to deal with.
For a moment his eyes rolled to the back of his head. The next thing he felt was a hand at his throat pulling him harshly towards the wall hitting his head on the hard brick repeatedly with quick movements. The back of his head would need stitches, which is if he survived. He realized that was the hand of the tall guy’s stand coming straight from behind the wall, but at this point, it was a piece of useless information.
“Boss, I thought we were just supposed to scare him…”
“Shut the fuck up” the man in the coat growled. “This bitch is going to get what he deserves.” After that, he pinned Kira to the wall with his whole body weight. Then came the last and the strongest blow. Yoshikage felt the sickening cold feeling of his blood spilling and falling on his back, flowing between his shoulder blades. His vision went black. And the worst is that he could blame only himself. He felt like crying, not because he will probably die tonight, but because he will never meet his beloved sculpture in person. He will not be able to smell, touch, or whisper sweet nothings in her limestone ear. Kira Yoshikage wasn’t a saint, he killed, and was a necrophiliac, nevertheless, he didn’t want to die like this.
Just about as Yoshikage started slipping into unconsciousness, the attacker’s movements abruptly stopped. And then, the blood flowed in rivers. All of the screams died down, clean cut appeared on the neck of the guy in front of Kira. Before he knew what was happening his head was falling off his shoulders, face twisted in a grimace of fear. After the head went the body, collapsing in a sea of dark red splashing blood on Yoshikage’s jeans.
‘This one I’ll have to wash at the washhouse’ he thought before his trembling knees gave out. His body hit the ground like a ragdoll. His eyes found the reflection of the moon in a puddle of red liquid. Reflection of the moon and a pair of captivating golden eyes looking down at him. Truly a heavenly sight that was. And with that thought, he closed his eyes.