A/N: By the way, the powers and some of the plot points in this story are based off of Shaman King, in case any of you were wondering. Terms like Onmyoki (Oldest and most powerful shamans in Japan, with the ability to control the five elements, fire, earth, wood, metal, water and divine the future) and Shikigami (Guardian Spirits) were taken from there as well. HBIC = Head Bitch In Charge.
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Chapter 2
“She’s here, isn’t she? The destroyer.”
“Let’s welcome her, shall we?”
***
The first of the sun rays slowly seeped through the clouds and forced its way into the dark room of the premier skyscraper in Tokyo, the Akihabara Corporations.
Akihabara Corporations or AKBC for short basically ran this part of the Earth. It was the company that provided power to the masses after the government decided to give up on nationalization after heavy losses. The free market principle indeed served the country well as efficiency was then kept to a maximum; however, it also meant that those who couldn’t pay for the service were unable to consume it as well. While there was dissidence among the poor, AKBC was now a popular household brand, not only having a hand in utilities, but also expanded its market range into household appliances, transport, food and beverages, etc. Take a gander into the everyday household and it was likely that you would see AKBC plastered in every corner of the residence. It was simple; AKBC had Japan in the palm of its hands. Take down AKBC and you took down Japan.
Inside the now illuminated room, the face that everyone knew; the prima donna; the head of AKBC, Eiguchi Aimi was having her breakfast. It was a sumptuous spread with the three treasures of the food world, Caviar, Foie Gras and Truffles acting as condiments to bagels, with a barista at the side of the room, brewing fresh coffee from top of the line Arabica coffee beans. Most of the people in Japan certainly couldn’t afford it even once a month, much less every day.
Suddenly, the door to the room burst open with a slam as a young woman with short hair who looked like she couldn’t care less what would’ve happened to the door, pranced in. She glanced around the room and flashed a smile at the barista that shone brighter than the sun and left him speechless. Clearly beautiful by all standards, the barista could only look down in embarassment. On the other hand, shocked by the loud sound, Eiguchi flinched. She wasn’t amused and she certainly didn’t enjoy having her breakfast interrupted, she cleared her throat and barked. “What do you want, Maeda? Can’t you see I’m preoccupied at the moment?” Maeda simply skipped forward to the table and picked up a piece of bagel and spread some caviar on it. Staring at her prize with a desire that matched thousands, she was about to dig in when a slightly deep feminine voice boomed. “Ehem, Acchan, remember what we came here to do?” With a drowsy voice, Maeda spoke. “Miss Eiguchi, you might want to hear this.”
NOMNOMNOM “Or maybe not. This is good!” Maeda exclaimed, bliss written all over her face.
Eiguchi, even more irritated that her subordinate was eating HER food, narrowed her eyes into a slit. “
Spit it out.”
NOMNOMNOM “Have you seen the news last night?”
“If it has anything to do with how beautiful and successful I am, then I don’t need to know.”
NOMNOMNOM “Oh no, I’m pretty sure there was never news on that.”
NOMNOMNOM Eiguchi’s anger had reached its peak. “THEN WHAT IS IT. STOP EATING AND SPIT IT OUT.”
NOMNO-BLEH Eiguchi could hardly believe her eyes. “What the fuck did you just do, Maeda?”
Maeda nonchalantly shrugged and said, “Following orders? You did tell me to stop eating and spit it out.”
From the side of the table, the barista was trying hard not to burst out in laughter. Infuriated and embarrassed, more of the former, Eiguchi spat “I could kill you right now, on the spot.” In retort, Maeda plainly shrugged again and smiled.
Before things could get even further out of hand, the voice from before spoke again, “Miss Eiguchi, we have reason to believe that the destroyer that would destroy Japan, in your prophecy, has arrived.”
Eiguchi’s eyes widened. “Very well, thank you for telling me this, Takahashi. You would do well in my company were you alive. Unlike your owner.”
“Thank you very much, Miss Eiguchi. We bid you our leave.”
With that, Maeda turned and pranced out of the room, slamming the door shut, just as she had when she entered.
“Tch. If it wasn’t for Akimoto, I would never put up with that stupid girl.” Eiguchi turned and looked at the barista, displeasure clear. However, it turned into a smirk as she spoke. “You. What were you laughing at just now?” “N-n-nothing. Miss Eiguchi.” The barista stuttered as he spoke, knowing full well the temper of the HBIC. “Hmm, funny, I could’ve sworn you were laughing at me, weren’t you?” “O-o-of c-c-course not! I would never do anything to defy you, Miss Eiguchi.” “Very well. Then jump out the window, if you please.” Horrified, the barista stared, wide eyed at Eiguchi, only to be greeted by a sick, plastic smile. “I’ll be off now. Uhh, what was your name again? Oh never mind. It isn’t important. Well I hope to see you on the ground, splattered, when I return. Cheerio!” Eiguchi then stood up cheerfully and strolled out of the room.
The barista could do nothing but break down and cry. He should have never laughed. “Dear God, please. Save me.”
***
“Achoo!” Jurina sneezed. “Someone must be talking about me. Tch.”
The bustling sounds of the café assaulted Jurina on all fronts, the chatter of excited school goers, the shouts of the waiter, the clatter of the kitchenware, the buzz of the coffee machine; it all seemed so foreign to her. She had never been in a café before, this was a virgin experience.
Jurina was the grandchild of a famous Onmyoji and growing up in her family’s mountain villa, there was never anything like a café or a mall that she could visit. She could only play around in the woods or climb the mountain alone or with her grandfather, being the only child. That in essence, was the start of her training by her grandfather. By the time she was 10, she was already in top physical form, much fitter than her peers of the same age and even some adults. Conversely, the first time she visited the city was when she was 10 and even then she was with her granddad, being pulled along without pause, no time at all to fulfil her adolescent curiosity.
Her needs had also always been provided for by her grandfather. Her grandfather was a genius who homeschooled her and she herself had also inherited some of those genes. While education was no problem, items such as clothing and female necessities stumped him. Jurina remembered when she was young, the clothing that her grandfather would buy were always for boys. It never once occurred to him that he was doing the wrong thing. Well, it wasn’t so much wrong as it was awkward. One day when his friends came over, they sincerely thought that she was a boy, due to the clothes and the dirt stuck to her face as she just came back from playing in the woods. Clothing aside, Jurina also remembered the day her first period came. She had complained of a sharp pain in her stomach and informed her granddad that she was bleeding. He panicked and thought that someone had attacked her, and sent his shikigami to find the assailant. Of course, the shikigami failed to find anyone. And he had used bandages to stop the bleeding. Jurina chuckled to herself as she remembered the look on her mother’s face when she came to visit again. Her mother literally kicked her granddad out of the house, gave him a list of the necessities that a growing girl would need and yelled at him to go buy them. Her mother had also included female magazines in the list and that was when Jurina started to transform from a rowdy tomboy to a young lady, ready to take on the world. Her grandfather would always curse at the magazines that her mother forced him to buy. “Why is this stupid stack of paper so expensive? Look at what this demonspawn of papers has done to you! Look at you, Jurina, look at you! Where did my little girl go to?” After that, he would always sulk in his room and refused to talk to her.
Before Jurina could continue daydreaming, she was interrupted by a waiter delivering her coffee. As he set down her coffee on the table, he also placed a piece of tissue with a number on it, with a note, saying “Call Me.” She glanced at the waiter once and immediately picked up the tissue and crushed it with one hand, similarly crushing all hopes that the waiter had as well. As he walked away dejected, Rena appeared in the seat opposite Jurina and whispered “Why are you so mean! He was just being nice!”
“How was that being nice? Trying to pick me up is NOT nice. That’s called an ulterior motive.”
“You don’t have to put on that tough girl act around me, you know. I know deep down, you’re just a sweet little girl!” Rena beamed.
Jurina laughed at her comment and replied “Go away! People are starting to think I’m crazy. And why are you whispering anyway. No one else can hear you!”
“Fine!” Rena pouted and disappeared, and all Jurina did was laugh again.
As Jurina picked up her coffee, she noticed that the top of the coffee had a strange drawing that she had never seen before in her life. It was a beautiful picture of a heart and it was all Jurina could do not to exclaim out loud when she saw it. “Ahh, it’s so cute!” She thought to herself and poked the heart a few times, licking her finger each, and enjoying the taste of coffee as well. While Jurina was in paradise from this new found experience, Rena appeared opposite her once again and stuck her tongue out. “See! A sweet little girl!” In response, Jurina simply stuck her tongue out as well.
While the schoolboys opposite her did think she was a little eccentric with the talking to herself and what not, they still couldn’t help but think Jurina was cute and swooned when they saw her stick her tongue out. “Hey! Come on, she’s cute, go pick her up!” “Why don’t you go!” “Me? Look at me, I would never be able to pick up someone as cute as her!” “Yeah right!” Before the bunch of hormonal boys could finish arguing however, another pair of girls caught their attention as they walked in through the door of the café. “Woah.”
As the boys scanned the duo, they found that the duo both had dazzling milky white skin, reminiscent of princesses you only saw in fairytales and legs which seemed to go on forever. They were however endowed in different areas as the shorter of the two, wore a pair of shorts that hugged her full hips perfectly, capped off by an anime t-shirt. The other one was wearing a button up shirt that seemed a little tight especially around the chest area, with the top button undone and the rest of them threatening to do the same, together with a simple floral print skirt.
The girls looked around, seemingly looking for someone and finally settled their eyes on Jurina. They took their time walking towards her, bewitching all the men they passed, according them visual pleasure and physical grievance at the same time, were they accompanied by their lady companions. When they finally reached Jurina’s booth, the shorter one of the two sat herself down beside Jurina, while the taller took the seat opposite her.
“Hi! I’m Nezumi and this is Torigoya!” The Nezumi girl offered a hand towards Jurina cheerily.
Not even the slightest bit bothered to take the hand, Jurina yawned. “And so?”
Torigoya, not even the slightest bit bothered by the question, replied. “Let’s put it this way. We’re here to kill you.”
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