Nietzsche once said that he who fights monsters may lose himself in the process and become the very monster he swore to defeat. Cause when you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you. I remember the chills on my spine and the unshed tears at the corners of my eyes as I've read this very edgy quote for the first time. His core philosophy was the funding pillar of the fascist doctrine which plagued Europe between the world wars, so of course you'd find his ramblings creepy. But Earth was another type of hell, so dark and edgy quotes always had more truth to them than those phony, motivational, positive stuff you'd see everywhere. Slogans are the death of someone's ability to think for themselves and they're etched into people's brains before they can even question it. For someone who sees reality as it is would be a lot more reluctant to be a pawn in the greater scheme of things.
I always thought that I wanted people I hated to just die, it was a thought I always entertained as an angsty teenager with little to no friends and little to no future. But being born into a relatively peaceful world, you're taught by law and religion that there is no greater crime than to take someone's life yourself. Christian religion especially said "you didn't make life, you have no right to take it". Of course, it was those hypocrites preaching things like that even when the Church has a long history of murders and war for the sake of gathering wealth. The crusades were nothing but excuses for nobles to take land from a declining Islamic Caliphate, for example. The false charges on the Templar Knights too, it was a scheme of the Church to get their wealth.
But when you're taught that killing is wrong, you end up believing it. And unless you're a street gang member or a mafia boss, you end up regretting it.
I knew Trash was nothing but a rapist who shouldn't have even been born into this world. Disposing of him was nothing I'd come to regret. But still, I, who was taught that killing was wrong, had ended up taking a life. I also lounged at Bitch with killing intent, even if she was the one wanting to eat me alive. And would have finished her off if Prez didn't step in.
So, I have stared into the abyss, like Nietzsche said. Will the abyss... stare back at me?
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It's funny, to hear you were only half a human at the point where you spent your whole life believing you were a full fledged one. Such is the plot twist that Author-san was so adamant in pulling out that it took him 6 episodes to let me know I was more overpowered than he let me believe I was. Well, as much as I prefer that 'shocking plot twist' over being overpowered right from the start... the execution was kind of lame. Like, really, Prez and the others believed I had an ice type Sacred Gear, while only crows and strays recognized me as a walking snowman. They said they did sense a Sacred Gear too, and that it must be still dormant. Well, if it ever awakened, it would be a proof that I was once human in this new life as well. Or at least half a human. I feel a looming headache just thinking of all this stuff.
I got Isekai'd as a Yuki-onna. And I didn't even have the slightest idea about it. Yup, there's plot holes everywhere. First of all, Mother is human for all I sense, so this whole ice thing should be genetically paternal? Mother scarcely talked about Father, only saying they got a divorce when I was 5.
Is this going to be something like a super complicated plot line leading to the Skywalker-ish reveal of "Takashi, I'm your father!". Cause, honestly, I'd rather avoid that.
Oh, and I found out what my evil piece was. Apparently, I was a [Rook] , just like Toujou-chan... Does that mean I'd have to work with her in battle? Cause that would be quite the hassle... I mean, she seems to dislike me for some reason.
Hypudou was a [Pawn] . In quite the literal sense of the word. I could tell Prez had quite the plans for him and I had to wonder, was he that strong? I could pretty much sense him as a fire user, his aura was obnoxious. It's way stronger than Trash's, and that was... worrying. Trash had a Sacred Gear which could produce flames at will. In other words, he was Pyrokineticist. If Hyoudou had better potential at flame control, he could become a real monster. I wasn't sure how to feel about that powerful of an existence being Prez's puppet.
I just hoped Argento-chan would somehow manage to keep her influence on him low enough. You might think I'm misguided in my opinion, but I don't know what Prez's plan is. She could think about world conquest for all I knew...
Let's just say I had a gut feeling that I should beware of her. I don't hate her, but when I realized that I didn't know what her hidden agenda was, it made me rethink some things. And who wouldn't in my place?
Such thoughts were clouding my mind as I was preparing tea for my uninvited guest. Which was none other than Midorikawa Suzuka, who was standing on the couch in my living room. Her reasoning: you were at my house before, so I should go to yours too. Talk about an absurdly fast relationship development...
She took the train from Nagano just to come see me. Well, it was a Sunday and it's not like she'd stay here as much as I did.
I placed two cups on the table, filled them with the tea I just finished making and made my way out of the kitchen. I placed the cups before the table and picked up mine as I sat on the couch next to her.
"Thank you", said the purple haired girl.
"Don't mention it"
I took a look at the girl seated next to me and my eyes fall on her... breasts... Now, hear me out, I'm not an oppai lover like Hyoudou.
Though I don't dislike them, quite the opposite actually.
That being said... remember how I said that she was underdeveloped in the chest area? Apparently, high school uniforms have a knack for making girls look slender. The green t-shirt she was wearing made it obvious that she was at least a C-Cup, which is decent.
Seriously though, this hidden buxom thing is pretty common in the Japanese entertainment media... The author must have taken a good look on TV Tropes before getting down to writing. Which was actually kinda pitiable. Write something original, damn you.
"It's good", she said, taking a sip of her tea and effectively snapping me out of my thoughts.
It's just tea, anyone could do it.
Like seriously, when did tea and coffee amount for kitchen skills?
"Well, thanks. I like my tea black, it has a stronger flavor to it. I like stronger flavors. Like, the coffee I drink should be strong, no sugar. It's coffee, it's supposed to be bitter"
While I was sharing some of my tastes, Midorikawa looked at me like I was an alien.
"So Kokonoe-kun likes Western drinks.. I can't drink a cup of coffee without a lot of milk and sugar though. I don't like it too bitter"
She made a disgusted face as to emphasize that.
If Japanese people would just stop being so deadset on bashing other nations then we'd have progress.
Yeah, I know that, in Japan, black tea is served in Western style cafes and it's amjlso very popular in that shithole named America, but... it's actually very good.
"What kind of coffee do you like?"
I asked that just to keep the conversation going.
Yeah, I know my conversational skills are lacking. It's a talent I didn't ask for.
"Caffe latte is my favorite. I also like cappuccino and iced coffee"
It's weird, when you think of iced coffee you usually think of basically a milkshake with coffee and ice. Not in Japan.
Here, iced coffee's definition is literal. It's just strong coffee with ice cubes.
I don't like it cause I can't get used to having my coffee cold.
And, just like that, time passed with the two of us talking about our favourite foods and drinks, the things we like, the things we dislike, our hobbies. Like, really getting to know each other better as friends. Which was quite the new experience for me, not gonna lie.
I was actually having fun, talking to someone like this.
"You know, I ain't really an otaku, but I'm kinda into anime and manga.", I said at some point. "I don't really express myself though, it's rather cringe and people are quick to judge you"
"Well, I don't know much about anime and manga, but I'm into video games. So yeah, I get where you're coming from"
Woah. So purple girl was a gamer chick. Who would have thought.
But seriously, social stigma for having some hobbies? Japanese society should just burn in a dumpster fire.
I internally sighed at the thought. It's the same everywhere... Fuck people.
"What kind of games are you playing?"
Now, I was really curious about that.
"Well, more like online MMOs, but I've played some visual novels too"
Damn, really? I was over the MMORPG phase since I was 14... In my first life.
"How about Western games?"
Feel like I dropped a bombshell. Seriously, Japan should be more tolerant of foreign culture, it's not like they'd use it to conquer you ffs.
Besides, you've been copying other cultures since Meiji Restoration, now it's suddenly taboo? Ugh. Seriously, weebs have no idea what they're wishing for when they're saying they want to come to Japan. It's not that great of a place, you weirdos.
Of course, I'm not generalizing. There are a couple of Western games popular among Japanese people. Doom was a big hit in Japan, Assassin's Creed and Minecraft too.
Ugh, Minecraft. At the very least, it was better than Fortnite or PUBG.
Midorikawa hummed in thought before amswering.
"Haven't played any..."
I smirked. I'm about to introduce you to a dark world, girl, so get your seatbelt in place.
"Wanna try?"
"Eh?"
"Like I said, wanna try?"
"Uhm... okay"
I plugged in my PS3 and picked up Mortal Kombat 9.
And lemme tell you that this girl learns pretty fast. She beat me 20 times to 12. Ugh.
"You're pretty good at this even though it's your first time playing", I remarked.
She actually flashed me a smirk.
"I'm a fast learner"
Yeah, I can see that. Damn, she's waifu material. If only my heart wasn't so frozen...
I sighed internally. What might have been if I could actually come to find a new love. I was thinking for a while "what if she'd been reincarnated here too" but quickly gave up that thought. Even if she was, the world is big. There's no guarantee that she'd been reincarnated here in Japan.
And if she was, she could have been living in Tokyo or Kyoto for all I knew.
Whatever, it wasn't any use thinking about it.
"Are you some sort of overpowered gamer chick?", I asked Midorikawa, who just beat me at GTA San Andreas multiplayer.
"Told you I'm a fast learner. Tehee~"
Don't tehee~ me. These skills are abnormal. Goddess, that's what Imma call you from now on. Too bad I can't worship you cause I'm a Devil.
Then, we played some more games. Needless to say, whether western or Japanese, she'd always win. Ugh. Guess that's what playing with an actual gamer chick entails.
She left my house at 8pm, and we agreed that the next time we met it shouldn't be in either of our houses. Yup, pretty weird way to start a relationsh-... a friendship. Godamnit.
She left a little before Mother came back from work. And when she did...
"Ara, ara, smells like woman's perfume. Takashi, did you bring someone over?~"
What's with you women and your high sense of smell. Are ya dogs or something?
"Was it... Suzuka-chan?~"
"Yes, she insisted on coming over since I slept at her place last time"
I saw no point in denying it any further. Though it's amazing how she could guess who it was. I mean, it could have been Prez or Senpai.
It could have been even Toujou-cha... Ugh. Let's not entertain that thought.
"You're starting to get along with girls, that's a new thing."
Yeah, thanks for noticing. I nodded automatically, not being interested in continuing the conversation.
Where was I? Oh right. I mean, Prez was here (unfortunately) and I'd welcome Senpai anytime. But the cat loli was the last person I'd ever need to see crossing my doorstep.
Like, it's not gonna happen. Not ever. Well, doubt she'd be interested in coming over though.
Wait, why did I actually put a conversation to a halt to take my time to continue a thought about her? Smh.
After a quiet dinner with Mother - courtesy of me not saying much - I made my way on the stairs, back to my room.
Ok, back to where I left. Why am I only counting Hyoudou as possibly Prez's puppet in the making? Cause the others could actually think for themselves. I could tell each of the three members besides me, Prez and Hyoudou had some personal vendettas. If it came down to it, their allegiance to Prez would come second place.
It's subtle, but I saw it in the way Kiba's eyes darken whenever the Church was mentioned. Or Senpai flinching ever so slightly whenever it came to Fallen Angels. And the weirdest was Toujou when I called her "Shiro-chan", as if Shiro was her real name. Not like I'd stop calling her that, though.
Compared to that, Hyoudou didn't exactly have reasons to hold a grudge and he lived a more average life than even me. I mean, I was below average so...
Well, point is that he was easy to manipulate. And Rias Gremory certainly had that skill. And as long as her intentions remained clouded, there was no way to either confirm nor infirm my suspicions.
I should stay on guard just in case.
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Clubroom. 3 days after Midorikawa hung out by my place. I'm here before a pissed Prez's desk as she is flanked by her servants from all sides. Next to me is my classmate, Hyoudou Issei, looking as tense as he could get. Great. It's judgement time for nasty servants who had failed to seal their contracts and fulfil their duties as Devils. Damn, I could care less.
I hung out at Satou-san's place recently, with the obligation to seal a contract. Of course, that didn't happen as I was too busy playing FIFA with the guy.
"How come you're always beating me with that shitty team?", I recalled his whining when I won another match with him playing with Atletico Madrid against his Barcelona.
What FIFA players fail to understand is that it doesn't really matter if you have players like Messi, Iniesta, Xavi, Deco, Puyol, Thiago Motta, Ronaldinho, Eto'o or Milito (legend btw, will always remember that treble) if you don't have skills as a player.
I could easily use crappy central defenders like Pablo and Perea to block Messi (do you really have to play him as false 9, that technique is getting older ffs) and launch a counter with Maniche and Simao at its helm. And with strikers like Forlan and Aguero in my team, not even Puyol could do much of a thing. Not if it's Satou playing them. Truth is, I could beat you with Dinamo București, that's how much you suck at this game.
Was tempted to tell the guy that Aguero will end up playing for Barcelona and Messi for PSG, but I held on that. In 2012, you might have never thought Manchester City will win the Premier League, much less play in a Champions League final.
Wait, if the events back in my old world are to repeat in this new one, will we get a pandemic in 2020? God, I hope not... ow. Seriously, that was the worst time in my life... Being locked down aside, the hunger out of not having a job to sustain myself and the feeling of being wasted on a daily basis just so I could cope with it. It was bringing out a trauma that I didn't want to ever remember. Ugh. Bad times...
"How unsightly...", Toujou-chan muttered, interrupting my thoughts.
Ah, yes. The so smart cat loli. You could compete in the Olympics with your level of brainstorming. They wouldn't let you in since they'd think you're an elementary school student, but still, it's worth a try.
"You're unsightly"
Everyone sweatdropped at my comment. They're like "are you two gonna start something again?".
Only if she wants to... :)
"Arara, ufufu... you love birds should get a room~"
Senpai, this is not funny... I have absolutely no interest in going to jail. I didn't in my past life, why would I go no-... Yeah, cause I'm a murderer. YNW Melly would be jealous.
"Who would ever date a guy like him?..."
Toujou, you know that, technically, I can hear you? Wait.. why did your cheeks get red? Is this what they call tsundere? Nah, she hates me.
"Well, anyone who would date you would be on the lookout for cops at their doorstep..."
And NTR you with a girl who actually has big tits.
Of course, neko lolita-chan didn't take my comment very kindly. She punched me in the stomach, but I reflexively grabbed her hand before she could pull it away and activated Freeze.
And so her entire right arm was enveloped in my ice. I didn't let go as I collapsed on my knees, quite literally dragging her down with me. She landed on her butt, and the impact somehow made her skirt go upwards, giving me a good look at herc panties. White with blue polka dots, huh? Nice.
The laws of gravity in this world are pretty interesting. Author-san, you sure can introduce fanservice in the weirdest situations. You might even think it differentiates you from the rest.
Damn, I might actually go to jail now...
She noticed my stare and quickly covered up her crotch with her skirt, while blushing furiously.
"Pervert..."
"Serves you right... you stupid bitch... next time you try punching me... It'll be worse..."
I was struggling to catch my breath. Her punch was actually strong. The adrenaline made me numb to the pain in that split second, but now it was starting to kick in. Damn you, you fucking jail bait.
I let go of her hand, and as she got up, the ice on it melted. Oh, I'm getting an even better view from this angle. I might just stay down a bit... I've lost my mind, godamnit.
The others watched this show with dumbfounded expressions. Except Senpai, who seemed to enjoy the show.
"These two really like each other, ufufu~"
"They certainly can't seem to keep their hands off each other..."
"They argue just like a married couple"
I'm glad I put a great performance for you, Senpai, now where's the money? You didn't think I did that for free, did you? After all, I'm nothing but a sad boy cosplaying as a clown in this whole fucking circus, so I could at least have some compensation. And, no, I don't mean that... Unless you want to.
Also, Kiba, I'd expect that comment from Hyoudou, not from you, it sounds extra perverted. And Hyoudou, shut the fuck up with the married couple bullshit.
Wait, are we being shipped? My first irl ship is freaking Toujou Koneko? I'm gonna commit seppuku once I throw up my internal organs.
"Koneko! Kokonoe-kun! Stop this already!"
It's the first time I've ever heard Prez yelling like that and I'm not gonna lie, it's actually scary.
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Our punishment for the show earlier was 10 spanks, by Prez herself. I could tell she held back on Toujou-chan, but she actually went hardcore on my ass (no, not in that sense you horny virgin pleb). Tch. And she wonders why I dislike her so much.
So, with my ass as sore as if I've dropped the soap in jail, I was back on my feet (barely) and was standing in the same spot as I had earlier.
Let the trial for other stuff begin.
Oh, she was emitting a darker aura than before. Prolly cause of me and Toujou-chan.
"'...Ise."
So, it's Hyoudou getting chewed out first. Hmm. This was actually starting to get interesting.
"Yes!"
"You talked with the client about manga, and what happened after that? What about the contract?"
Prez sure doesn't like beating around the bush. Hyoudou was sweating nervously, probably pondering his answers.
"T-The contract became invalid… We battled-played a certain manga till morning!"
"Battle-play?"
"Y-Yes! You act as a character from that a specific manga and then start an imagination fight!"
Why are you explaining something like this so seriously? Besides, are you an otaku? No, worse, are you a chuunibiyou? Or that's your client? Or both of you are? Which one is the Dark Flame Master?... wait, he said Dragon Ball so maybe they did a Goku vs Vegeta.
In between doing that and a Naruto vs Sasuke... the former is more alright. Slightly so. The cringe is making me nauseous.
"I-I know that as a high school boy I should be embarrassed— no, as a professional Devil, I should be also embarrassed! I-I'm regretting it! I'm very sorry!"
He bows down his head while apologising. Don't worry, Hyoudou, chuunis can also be found in high school.
Hyoudou blushed like mad while the rest of them looked at me weirdly. Are? Did I say that out loud?
"…After the contract, we ask the client to fill in the questionnaire on the leaflet we gave them. We ask the client, "How was your contract with a Devil?". The questionnaire which is filled appears in this leaflet, but…"
Prez shows Hyoudou the paper with the feedback for the questionnaire. Wow, you even get feedbacks? I believe it shouldn't be a positive one given the lack of options, but whatever.
"…[It was fun. It was my first time having a good time like this. I would like to meet with Ise-kun again. I hope I can make a good contract with him next time]… This is the questionnaire filled by the client."
Hyoudou looked like he was about to cry. Probably getting overly emotional about his client giving him a good feedback. Could it be that... pervertedness aside, you're actually a softie? I mean, it was kinda obvious, but I didn't believe it was to this extent.
"This is the first time I received a feedback like this. I wasn't sure what to do first. That's why I put on a weird expression because I didn't know how to react to this."
Prez seemed puzzled, as if she didn't know what to think about any of this. It's the third time Hyoudou was summoned to make a contract and the third time he got a positive feedback instead of one.
"To Devils, what's important is that we actually make a contract with humans who summoned us. We then receive the price from them. That's how Devils have lived for a long time ago... I didn't know how to react because this is the first time I encountered an incident like this. You might have failed as a Devil but the client was happy with you..."
This is the part where Hyoudou seems taken aback of the fact that Prez wasn't mad at him. Well, well, well, looks like the hero boy is moving up in the world. At a slow pace.
"But it's interesting. That is certain. There wasn't any Devil like you, but you really are an interesting boy. You might become the number 1 Devil for unexpected things. But remember to do the basics. You make contracts with the clients, you grant their wish, and then you receive the price. Okay?"
"Yes, Buchou"
Hyoudou left out a breath he probably didn't know he was holding. Aaaand easily forgiven. Prez then turned to me. Looks like it's my turn...
"Kokonoe-kun. Same situation... is what I'd like to say. But it's actually worse. You had 4 chances to make a contract and all of them ended in failure"
Well, maybe cause I'm more into playing RPGs with my clients rather than getting their contract? I mean, I tried fulfilling their wishes but it didn't work for some reason.
"You had the same client twice, why didn't you make the contract?"
"Well, his wish was basically wealth, which I couldn't grant... Then we decided it's a bust and ended up playing FIFA"
Prez looked flabbergasted.
"You ended up playing FIFA?"
She repeated my words incredulously.
"Yeah, FIFA, it's a football game."
I was acting like a smartass.
"I'm being serious here...", she said, scratching her temple. She took a breath, as if to calm down, and then asked me. "What did he wish for?"
"Wealth. That's what most people wish for. Wealth, fame or girls. Human beings have such shallow, primary needs. But still, isn't a devil supposed to be able to fill out such needs? I mean, a lot of rappers make deals with devils just to get signed by a big label."
"That's not how it works", said Rias, too stunned to say anything else.
"Kokonoe-senpai is speaking bullshit..."
That was Toujou-chan's reaction. Are? Did I struck a chord? Don't tell me she actually likes hip hop... woulda never guessed.
"Jeez, I didn't even mention names, so it's not like I insulted your favourite artists."
"Hmpf"
"Seriously, do you like rap so much? You know there are a lot of artists out there who are like very underrated and don't get much exposure?"
"Like who?..."
"Like me"
Toujou-chan looked at me as if I was losing my mind. Can't say I wasn't, but I used to make music in my past life, yknow. I still do it now from time to time.
"Senpai hit his head when I punched him..."
"Yeah, thanks for that, midget. Still, I can prove it to you"
"Then show me..."
"Not now", I deadpan.
Prez cleared her throat rather loudly, not liking the interruption.
"I don't know what you've heard, but we can't exactly fulfill these kind of requests. Not us anyways. Higher ranking Devils would be able to, but not us"
That's, like, the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. Is it because they're amassing more power and wealth? Devil society is a major headscratcher for me and I don't think I'll ever get to the bottom of the problem. Great. Just great.
"Besides, you should've pushed him to make a more reasonable demand"
No, I don't know what a more reasonable demand entails. It's actually pathetic that it's expected of two devils who use bikes to commute to actually fulfil supernatural wishes. It's like the death of rationality.
"Sorry, I got carried away.."
Prez sighed tiredly.
"It's okay, for now... Just. Put a little more effort into it next time. Look, I know you're not enthusiastic about becoming a Devil and everything, but would it be so bad for you to cooperate a little?"
Why does it sound like she was a little hurt by my attitude? And really, are you going for the emotional approach?...
"No..."
That's all I could say. I wasn't feeling guilty and I sure as hell wasn't feeling satisfied, so... I don't know how to feel. To be honest.
I guess I was confused. I didn't expect her to not beat around the bush like she usually does... and ended up getting pretty confused as a result.
What am I supposed to do or say?... It's not like I know... The tone in her voice sounded too genuine for this to be one of her schemes.
"Forget about it", sighed Prez. "You're all dismissed"
I guess I'll have something to think hard about right now... damn.
Just as I was about to head home, I felt a tug at my sleeve. I looked down to see a certain loli eyeing me with a mixture of interest and suspicion.
"You said you'll show me your skills..."
What a troublesome thing I got myself into.
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The power of the plot twist is not to be underestimated, apparently. You never know when strange things might happen to you, or how to even be able to deal with them. I mean, some things are just plain absurd. As in, not making any damn sense, but still happening for some reason.
Such a plot twist is happening to me, as I'm making coffee for a rather unexpected, self-invited guest. Yup.
Seated on a sofa in the living room was my dear friend and companion, Toujou Koneko-chan. Apparently, rap music is such a big deal for her that she'd be willing to listen even to her most disliked person if they were bragging about being able to do it. To the point of even following them around, to their house... I mean, dude, this is the same bitch that just punched me in the stomach a couple of hours ago...
Besides, my house actually started getting visited. By girls, no less. And I remember thinking something like I'll never let this cat loli in... Cruel irony is making a victim of me again, how unexpected.
You know what? I've decided that nothing ever made sense anymore.
I took two cups of coffee and made my way out of the kitchen. I placed one on the table before Toujou-chan and took a sip of the other one. I didn't put sugar in her coffee, just to see her reaction.
"Thanks...", she muttered.
Are? She actually has manners. I hoped my surprise didn't show on my face.
"No problem"
She took a sip of her coffee. Yup, she can actually drink strong black ones. That confirms it, this is a monster in loli form.
I haven't met Tanya Degurechaff in disguise now, have I?
"Black coffee?...", she asked, tilting her head. Damn. That was. Cute. Surprisingly.
"Yeah, I like my coffee strong. The bitter, the better"
We sat in silence for a couple of minutes, sipping our coffees. I was glad for the fact that Mother was still at work, I couldn't live it down if she saw me with another girl here. That time Midorikawa came I got the shit teased out of me.
"So, show me what you got...", she urged me after finishing her coffee.
"Play a beat, then"
She took out her phone and played some boom bap shit. Ehhh. 90s old school. Ok, I could do this.
Of course, I'm not going to take this seriously. Don't see a reason to.
I listened to the 30 seconds long intro (ugh) that nearly got me out of pace, then began.
"I'm a spiritual lyrical miracle individual
Spitting bars on the track like it's a ritual
It's a ritual, just like voodoo
These motherfuckers scared, I'm like bohoo
Shoot you
With the bow and the arrow, I'm like Robin Hood
I got the skill of the illest, the willest
Cause I'm the realest of the realest
From the west to the east, I'm like the illest
They will know my name even if I'm underground
So fuck that mainstream shit, cause I don't give a fuck
Fuck the government too, cause the government's corrupt
Fuck Drake and Lil Wayne cause I don't give a fuck
Their music is trash, I'm doing the real hip hop
Real hip hop, don't you ever forget it
It's that underground shit and it's the white boy that said it"
I wrapped up my "freestyle" with that attempt of a chorus. Nevermind the fact that I'm actually parodying myself among others. Auto irony, mate, it's called auto irony.
Toujou-chan was struck as if she didn't know what to say anymore. Are? I didn't mean to shock her this hard.
She was utterly unresponsive. has stopped working.
I thought about what should I even do. I got a girl my age (hardly looking the part) frozen on the couch in my living room. Out of all the absurd things that could happen to me, this is by far the dumbest kind of plot twist. Jeez, I just wanted to make a harmless joke...
I sighed. Note to self: don't try bad freestyles on girls who love rap.
"Toujou-chan?"
She stared at me blankly.
"Toujou-chan, are you there?"
No answer.
"I'll splash water on your face, you know?"
Yup, it's useless.
Then, I heard her speak. Her tone was so chilly that I thought my ice was warmer.
"The flow was good... you were on the beat... but the lyrics... it didn't seem like you were taking it seriously... Still, I thought you were only bluffing..."
Bluffing? I have years of experience. And now I even got a decent singing voice. Past life didn't grant that to me, unfortunately.
"I guess you can count that as hidden depth. So, you're into hip hop?"
"Yes..."
"Favorite artists?"
"Eminem, Jay-Z, Dr. Dre, 50 Cent, Akon, Snoop Dogg, 2Pac... and many more. Yours?..."
"I was kidding, I actually like Drake. But if people start rapping like Lil Wayne, this industry is fucked... Other than that, all the guys from N.W.A., Biggie Smalls, T-Pain, Rick Ross, French Montana, DJ Khaled. I'm also into rap rock, but not Limp Bizkit, lol, Hollywood Undead is better. Oh, and from Japan I guess I like Anarchy and Ryuzo the most"
And so we started a conversation about hip hop and I found out that Toujou-chan was more bearable than I originally thought.