Eyes [A chainsaw man story]

Part 2: Chapter 2

4:00 pm

There was a thing called a "devil hunter" club tryouts. I can't believe that is a thing. Was it because of Chainsawman? Was he the inspiration to these first-year kids to become devil hunters? That's just...They have their eyes on the wrong dream. They shouldn't risk their lives for others. They should live their lives selfishly, they should live however they want. Not waste their lives on fighting a losing battle against a devil. Maybe if you're skilled enough, I guess you can flourish as a devil hunter. But at this young, these kids have a desire to be devil hunters? ...Why? it's not fun, not life-changing, not adventurous, not cool, not inspiring, not fancy... it's not...normal. I've seen how devil hunters fight. They fight even without their arms or legs, which is quite admirable, but in the end, they'd die a horrible death. But because these devil hunters also make contracts with devils...makes it all the job all the more morbid. I have seen Devil hunters that are willing to kill devils stronger than them so much to the point they'd sacrifice their own CHILDREN to win a fight. It was like those devil hunters made children only to be used as a sacrifice for their contracted devil. You won...but at what cost? 

I watched as the Reality Devil did his own thing in the club tryouts. He declared that he could fend off devils by himself instead of being in groups of 3. He instantly got a spot just for himself. Because of the devil's proud nature, he was easily disliked by many. Not like I care. At this point, I don't really care what he does anymore. He can do "whatever the fuck he wants" like what he said. He can feel free to wipe me off the face of the earth. It's not like anyone would notice anyway.

Then later that day, he told me that we should kill a devil tomorrow.

Yeah...and where will we stay?

"We have an apartment right beside the school," the devil replied, pointing in said direction. "We don't have to pay for rent."

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In all honesty, that's actually pretty good.

We waltzed inside the apartment...and god damn, this devil had to pick the luxury one.

H-How in the hell did you manage to be a permanent resident of this apartment?

"I created one, boy."

Oh yeah, I forgot. I should stop asking him questions. Naturally, he's not making sense. Then I should probably change the topic.

Stop calling me 'boy' god damn it... I have a name.

"...Fine, Kazuki. I'm Ken."

Y-You...you have a name...?

"I can name myself, Kazuki. If it means killing Y/n, we have to adapt to each other."

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I guess this devil isn't that bad...

We trodded up a huge flight of stairs, that eventually lead us to a hallway directing us to a door. The hallway itself was dim, only lit candles were there to guide us into the room. The atmosphere was rather ominous as I really don't know what to expect, the Reality Devil itself was unpredictable. Our footsteps made a loud click with every step we took. It gave me goosebumps...probably because of how tense I was. 

He slowly opened the door.

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Holy shit was it luxurious! Basically, it was an apartment for a rich man! It had a modern-like look! You can basically imagine how you want it to be! I was mesmerized by how fucking rich it looked! Did this devil--I mean..Ken... think about this?

He waltzed to the bedroom...Holy shit it has a king-sized bed. The room even has a big-ass Tv!! 

Then Ken jumped onto the bed and let out a brief exhale.