Quiet life with Monster girls

Chapter 1: Murderous Beginnings

Yoshikage Kira was, as almost anyone who had ever met him would agree, a man who treasured tranquility and despised stress. He woke up at the same time every morning and took the same scenic route to the same office job, week in and week out. Every day after work finished he would go straight home and work out for an hour, which left him incredibly fit and healthy for a salaryman. Even his relationship status was subject to a routine; many women who worked with him were attracted to his good looks, and often asked him out on dates around the sleepy town. However, every single one was politely turned down like clockwork. After a while they began to suspect that he swung the other way, though those rumours were soon dashed when a male co-worker was met with similar results (or lack thereof).

Overtime was a foreign concept to Yoshikage, since working long hours would result in him having no time to conduct his elaborate personal health ritual consisting of a nutritious meal, a mineral bath, moisturisers, warm milk and stretching. This meant that every assignment given to him was completed both on time and within regular hours without fail. As a result he became something of a legend throughout the company's Morioh branch, though he always went to great efforts to decline any sort of recognition for his workplace excellence.

His weekends were spent in an equally predictable manner. Saturday usually involved trips to the local stores to pick up any goods that he might be low on, while Sunday was reserved for leisure activities such as reading, gardening and even some sculpting, which Kira had recently taken an unexpected liking to. He had become quite good at the fingers, but properly shaping the palm still evaded him.

In short, Kira was the very definition of an average man, living alone and attending his office job every working day. He didn't have any big aspirations, though. Peaceful and orderly, that was how he liked it. This was the self-proclaimed "quiet life" of Yoshikage Kira, an existence meticulously crafted to be at risk of no such things as illness, poverty, fame or anything else that could cause him to lose sleep at night. It was a life befitting a man who wanted to live his life peacefully, much like a plant, which he definitely was. He was quite proud of his unbroken routine, which he was convinced was the most stress-free life possible, and intended to follow it to the letter and live peacefully until the end of his days.

...

Which didn't quite add up, considering that he was currently in a ghost alley being dragged into an unknowable hole in reality by innumerable disembodied arms.

"W-Where are they going to take me?!" Kira's eyes were wide, both him and his Stand shattered into pieces by the grasping limbs behind him. The question was directed at a teenage girl in front of him, who merely stood there, absolutely still. She faced the opposite direction, meaning that Kira could see nothing of her face, only the gaping knife wound he had left fifteen years prior.

She wore a pink dress down to her knees and had hair of a slightly darker pink, which she wore at chin length with an Alice band. Her skin was like fine porcelain, unblemished save for the mortal injury on her back, and her rose-coloured eyes were glued straight in front of her; she knew that if she turned around to face her murderer, she would suffer the same terrible fate.

"Who knows?" Reimi's voice was completely devoid of any emotion, as were her eyes. Despite having been trapped in that hidden alley by Kira for a decade and a half, her voice was controlled enough to sound rehearsed. "But... I'm sure it's somewhere you won't be able to rest in peace."

As soon as she said that, the force of the hands on his body seemed to increase tenfold, almost as if the hands were responding to her hatred. Indeed, they were, for this was the power of her Stand which awakened in the very last instant of her life, wanting to help its user but unable to reach her quickly enough.