Chiyoko: The 1 000 Generations Child

Chapter 11: Mugged!

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Watch out: references to body parts no longer attached to the body and weapons that can be used for eating as well

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Kenji absent-mindedly tucked the new picture frames in his bag.

The shopkeeper held in a shriek as he looked over Kenji's shoulder: the picture frames joined a freshly chopped off head and some limbs.

As he left the shop Kenji sighed. He held the bag nonchalantly in his left hand resting on his collar bone.
The neon light coloured his ghastly white face with dark eye bags shades of pink and purple. In the blue lit shop, the shopkeeper called 911.

Kenji walked down the street and turned in an alley. His stomach growled as the weight on his shoulder grew bigger and bigger.

With the moon as his witness, he got lost in thoughts and wandered deeper and deeper into the darkness.

A sharp voice demanded his attention. "Gimme your money."

Kenji looked around him.

A lighter lit a cigarette as the man repeated himself. "I said: gimme your money."

The man took out a folding knife. "I don't want to use this."

His vibes were as cold as a forgotten deep freeze meal left on the counter when getting an invite to hang out with friends.

Kenji pulled up his shoulders as he turned his pockets inside out. "I don't have any money."

The factual statement unbalanced the man. Panic flashed before his eyes. "Then - then gimme your bag."

"It's not my bag."

"You're holding it!"

"Still not my bag."

"I don't care. Gimme!"

Kenji pulled up his shoulders once more before stretching out his hand with the bag. "It's your funeral."

"What do you mean? My funeral?!"

Kenji's face turned dark as a creepy smile crossed his lips. "The owner of this bag is scaaaaarrrryyyyy," he said as his fingers crawled in the air like spiders.

"Sc- scary?"

"She eats human children for breakfast and if I don't bring her her bag on time she'll serve me for dinner and then hunt you down and have you as dessert!"

The man's face turned white. "That's a lie. That ca - can't be true."

Kenji grinned. "Are you sure? Then why don't you take a look at the contents of the bag?" He waved the bag in front of the man. "Go on. Have a look."

The man hesitated. He took a deep breath and took the bag. He opened it.

The man turned ghastly white. The bag fell on the ground. The world swayed under the man's feet as he fainted.

"Freeze! Police!" 

Upon hearing the word police, Chiyoko sneaked out of the bag and poofed to a nereby roof. She rubbed her hands.

Look at the scene of crime: it doesn't look good for him at all. He'll certainly go to jail now. Bye-bye to his new work and hello to a miserable life.

Two officers of the law entered the alley. One of them shone her flashlight on Kenji while the other searched the ground.

"A knife!"

"That's his," Kenji pointed. "He wanted to mug me, but ended up fainting. He might need medical attention."

One of the officers checked the man's pulse. She then called in to Dispatch. "Constable Keisatsukan requesting an ambulance to Yoshimotocho, Beika Sutorito."

"And he just fainted just like that?" the other officer questioned Kenji.

"Look at him. I doubt he has eaten anything lately." Kenji's stomach rumbled. He murmured: "I too might faint if I don't get any food soon..."

The police officer shone at the bag near the mugger.

"Whose bag is that?"

"It's Fuyu Azami-dono's bag. She lent it to me to go shopping."

"We got a report that a similar bag was spotted carrying a chopped off head."

Kenji shrugged his shoulders. "There are a lot of bags like that."

Constable Keisatsukan checked the bag. "Only picture frames. We got the wrong one."

"No signs of blood?"

"No, perfectly clean."

"Alright..." the other officer said, "Do you want to file a complaint against the man who allegedly tried to mug you?"

"No," Kenji said, "I just hope he gets the proper help and some food."

Kenji remained silent for a while. "You know what? Could you please give him a message when he regains consciousness?"