Fate/Weird Tale (ENGLISH)

Chapter I

Lounging in front of the 7-eleven window, three youngsters drank and chain-smoked in the middle of the night, too much worried about their pose and whether their toupees were greased enough. A warm breeze blew from the bay, and far away you could hear the usual engines of a big city, but not in that district. A cozy silence ruled there. If any pedestrian would have passed by so late in the night, the most strident thing they would have seen would have been those three delinquents with their bright satin bomber jackets and their meticulously cleaned motorbikes.

"And... When are the "good girls from Minato" going to start coming in droves, you say?" Yukio asked dropping his cigarette butt in a can of beer before standing to light up another one.

"Dude, I told you" Yuma replied stroking his platinum-blonde toupee "This district is full of posh girls yearning to meet a delinquent with a noisy bike who ruins their lives"

"He..." Hikarou laughed "Who ruins their lives, that's a good one"

"But there's not a fucking soul around here!" Yukio Interrupted.

His Zippo, with the image of a geisha and a seal with his name engraved, shimmered when lighted.

"Who the fuck is going to stroll around the richest district in Tokyo at two in the fucking morning? Not to mention girls..."

"He's right about that" said Hikarou standing up "Think we should wrap things up for today and come back earlier. Shouldn't we hurry, Yuma?

"Yeah, maybe we should get this over with" said ignoring Yukio's cynicism "but we're coming back tomorrow"

In the midst of the night and the heat of their discussion and hormones, they did not realize there was a pale and shabby man running downhill until he begged for help

"Are these your bikes?" asked in fluid Japanese while catching his breath and looking back. The man was young, short for a westerner, with an aquiline nose and a receding hairline which was striking in someone so young.

"That's no ordinary bike" Hikaou was outraged "That's a Honda CB750. Show some respect"

"Don't give a fuck about your bike!" he yelled grabbing a wad of ten-thousand-yen bills and crushing them against Yukio's chest "I want you to get me out of here! I've got more money to pay you with!"

Yukio catapulted his cigarette several feet with his middle finger and grabbed the guy by his lapels.

"Listen up, motherfucker. Touch my sukayan again and you're gonna need that money to pay yourself a dentist"

"Hey, it's a lot of cash" Hikarou intervened picking up the money from the floor.

The three youngsters looked at each other for an instant.

"You do you" said Yuma "I'm gonna pass... Besides, someone's gotta take care of the job"

"Gonna take care of it alone? For sure?" Yukio waited for Yuma to nod "You better pay up" he concluded while still grabbing that foreigner's lapel

"I'll pay whatever you want but, please, let's get out of here" He answered while he stumbled after Yukio towards the bike "Oy, vey! It's coming"

Hikarou and Yukio's roaring bikes broke the silent night in Tokyo's quietest district. As they drove away, Yuma saw a black cat coming out of the shadows and laughed out loud.

"It's just a fucking cat!"

"What?" Said yukio, almost looking back

"Don't you dare look!" the guy yelled as if his soul was at stake

The bikers felt the pulse of a wave that came from behind followed by a loud but dull thud, like an atomic bomb exploding under the ocean. Several projectiles overtook them and crashed against the ground. The shrieks of their breaks tore the silence of the night as they tried to avoid them. Among screams and confusion, they accelerated again, because under the glow of the neon signs that lighted up the city of Tokyo that night in 1982, Yukio and Hikarou distinguished unequivocally his friend Yuma's head rolling in the asphalt with a distorted face.