Quiet life with Monster girls

Chapter 2: Another Place, Same Mind

Hello, everyone. I'd like to thank everyone who took the time to read and review the first chapter. This is my first real attempt at writing something, so I wasn't sure what sort of reception to expect. Needless to say, the positive reaction was really nice to see. That said, please be critical of the story. I want to improve as much as possible, and I can only do that through criticism.

Without further ado, here's chapter 2.

-1 Year Later-

Kira awoke to the sound of the local radio station, slivers of the morning sun sneaking past the curtains and tickling his face. He turned to the alarm clock and smiled as he tapped the clock, stopping the noise. 7:30 exactly, just like always. Brushing the covers aside, he got up out of his bed and opened the curtains, welcoming the new day. Dressing gown and slippers covering his body, Yoshikage exited his room and walked over the the stairs, stopping momentarily to adjust a slightly crooked painting. Yes, he had a lovely feeling that today would be a good day.

Taking a right at the door of the stairs, Kira walked through the dining room and into the kitchen. Soon the house was filled with the sounds of cooking and smells of scrambled eggs, sausages and toast. After sampling a bite of egg to ensure it was just right, Kira loaded up two plates and placed them adjacent to each other on the dining room table.

He looked to the ceiling and his smile dropped, brows furrowing slightly. Yoshikage glanced at his watch and sighed.

"It's already eight and she's still not awake? Well, it is a weekend, I suppose." Kira said to no one in particular. "Still, I should get her up before this goes cold."

Leaving his meal on the table, Kira walked back up the stairs to his bedroom and carefully eased the door open. Arriving at the other side of the double bed, he leaned over and smiled. "Good morning, you. Are you coming down for breakfast? It's bacon and scrambled egg, your favourite."

The amputated right hand offered him no response, instead laying on the pillow where he left it the night before as dead as ever. Kira, not one to be deterred by the silent treatment, merely chuckled and picked it up, carrying it downstairs with him. Placing it at the plate opposite to his, he sat down and picked up his cutlery. Before anything could even pass his lips, however, his eyes moved to his fourth girlfriend of the year. "What, not hungry again? If you don't want it then feel free to leave it for me." He said. A few seconds later he stopped, and a look of realisation dawned on his face.

"Oh, is that what you're so worried about?" Kira began to softly laugh. "I've told you before, Naoko, you're being silly. Women like that used to ask me on dates all the time where I used to live and I turned them down every time. Do I look like I'm about to break that streak?" The Stand user paused, as if letting 'Naoko' speak. Then the smile returned to his features. "Exactly. Now come on and get ready. Today's going to be a big day."

An hour later, Yoshikage and his 'girlfriend' had finished getting ready and were walking down the street, Kira wearing a white jacket, white trousers, a green shirt and polished black shoes. Naoko, on the other hand, was decorated with a single expensive-looking jade ring while resting comfortably in Kira's inner pocket. Yoshikage had made sure that she was looking her absolute best; today was a very special date, after all. Namely, it was the one year anniversary of his arrival in this world.

He couldn't help but smirk. An entire year since his total victory against the Stand users of Morioh. Looking back, he still couldn't believe how simple it was to set up a new life here. Stealing enough money to buy the luxurious home he lived in now was trivial with Killer Queen, and the leftover cash had went towards paying off a small crime syndicate to forge him a birth certificate, driver's license and a number of other legal documents. The only real hard part was later exterminating said crime syndicate to prevent himself from being traced, and even then it had only taken a little detective work and a tap from his Stand's index finger. He even managed to secure himself a high-paying office job, just like back in Morioh.