POWERPUFF GIRLS (∩｀-')⊃━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ( hantengu clone one-shots )

Troublesome in the 1900's of London

warnings!!:

British People

I used an accent translator,,entshuldigung

there is  vomit and a dead body

The faint smell of nicotine and a hazy smell of cinnamon clouded the wooden framed room. Bottles of Wine layed neatly and orderly in a wine rack. The only lit source in the room was a faintly lit candle flickering ever so slightly..

"It pays well, aye lad..?" A pinked hair man said...well the hair was a reddish pink laced with reddish pink tips, quite a sight to see. "Uhh..a-aye Sir.." A mid teen said, properly around 14-16, he had brownish black shoulder length hair with hazy yellow eyes..he looked unease to be around this man..it was hard to trust people in London, well that is what Iv'e heard.

"Well that's good...so Urogi or whatever you said your name was, how's that boy you have been going out with, he's quite a charmer, aye?"

Urogi nodded slightly, he was never fond of his name, frankly he doesn't even remember his real name, it was just a name he was called for far too long..it was the only name that coated other's tongue and now it flooded his mind. "I should stop seeing him, right Akaza? He seems like bad news.." The teen said, taking a sip of tea, which was hot enough for steam to fume out. "What is this rubbish? bloody bitter tea.." He complained, put a sugar cube or two into the tea, mixing it with a spoon before taking another sip. "Much better...and what about you, Sir? Anything special happen to you in pitiful London?"

"Not really, Lad..my wife got pregnant, got more money from my job...that's it I guess..I still work with that wanker..freaking rainbow eyed arse.." Akaza announced, furrowing his eyebrows out of frustration. "Well lad, I must get going now..tell your friend's I said hi.." Akaza said, before getting up and leaving the room, leaving Urogi alone to his own though

"Well that does it, I got to get out and give these papers to the folks..Jesus Christ.." Urogi groaned, putting his things away and gathering up paper to deliver..he did it everyday..it was a pretty cheap job for youngsters in London, like they had a choice anyways...of course the teen had some friends..a red eyed German..looked nearly like him..but he also had the same brownish black hair..but is was a bit longer..and he always looked upset..and his accent was hard to understand...He had another name, but the only name Urogi remembered for him was Sekido...I mean everyone called him that too the point the lad forgot his own name...same thing happened to Urogi anyways, so why did it even matter to the Londoner weather his German friend remembered there name or not?

Today was one of the snowy days of London, it was like a gloomy winter wonderland, one painted with the blood of sheep and the tears of a young girl..Urogi liked London tho..he left it once to go to Scotland, it was nice. Of course he wore somewhat winter clothes..it was still the 1900's....He wore a shabby grey coat, torn up gloves and some boots...his most comfortable clothing surprisingly.

Walking down the battered streets of London, bumping into people and saying a quick apology only to get cussed out most of the times..he would eventually run into the German

"Ah good day, innit Sekido?" The Londoner asked, Sekido just looked at him for a good few seconds before replying with a simple "Ja"..his usual greeting...he had a lighted cigar in his mouth and a pack of them sticking out his pocket, begging to fall out. "You look queer..everything alright mate?" The Londoner asked, looking at the German with a hint of worry

"Uh huh...eferythink is ok..nur ein bisschen müde, das ist alles" was all Sekido said in reply, it was hard to understand him due to his accent..and plus he seemed to be chewing on the cigar he had in his mouth...quite the charmer he was

"say mate, dit sie hear about zee murder last veek?"

"No..what happened?"

"A bloody drunken bastart ran right into a little girl before tramplink her to death..reminds me of dr. Jekyll ant mr. Hyde.."

"Bloody hell" Was all Urogi could say to Sekido's sudden announcement about the murder last week. "I'm surpriset sie nefer heart..its been all ofer zee papers, mate" Sekido said in a joking manner, even now was not the time for jokes

"Well is she alright?"

"Alright? are sie mat mate? she's bloody deat"

"Oh..my deepest apologies..."

Sekido looked at him for a good while before kicking him in the rear, only to earn a sound of pain before quickly yelling "Vell get goink sie bastard! sie don't vant to miss zose deliferies knov don't kha'?" The German scolded the Londoner.

"Father Heavens! Your right, later mate!"

"Tschüss!"

And with that Urogi quickly hurried away to get his delivery done and sorted with. It was along walk, he had to catch a train once or twice before he got to the most populated area of London. The sound of people chattering and Christmas carols being sung brought a bit of comfort, of course Urogi only had five pounds on him, so being stuff was something he would only think about if he had gone insane. Sadly, he had no memory if he had to do deliveries today or not, it was the 20th of Christmas, so most likely not..so he just handed his papers to another newspaper boy..

He only had five pounds on him, so all he could get was a lunchtime sandwich..or even some egg scotch or beer..it was a hard decision tho

In the end he decided to get some tea..it was cold and he needed to consume something warm..and with that he got some tea and found a vacant bench to sit on..of course it had snow on it as it was snowing at the time...winter in London is something else..

There was a few carol singers here and there, singing Christmas carols with there families.

sometime later, Urogi would get up to go walk somewhere else..

Walking down a dark alley way, with the only sounds being the crunch of snow under his feet, and once he reached a certain area, a putrefying smell hit him like concrete bricks, it smelt so terrible it filled the Londoner with unease, and the closer he walked the worse the the smell was, until he reached a rather big heap of snow, where the smell of the strongest, pinching his nose and breathing through his nose, He reached for the shovel right next to it, before digging away the snow, it was hard work, but when he got enough snow off, he was met with a cruel and disgusting sight.

A corpse of a young girl, the skin was dry and rank, limbs mangled and twisted and jaw ripped open from the joint.

Urogi frowned upon the sight, a twisting feeling wounding up in his stomach, he might vomit!

"Urgh...bloody hell..."

Of course, Urogi could picture his own death something much worse...and out of disgust and fear, he covered the corpse back with snow and marched away quickly, back into the more populated area of London, and what was once a dreaded smell, was soon replaced with the smell of baked goods..too bad Urogi wasted all of his pounds on tea...quite foolish of him.

Nearly halfway out of the alley way, a sharping, burning pain splintered inside his gut, causing him to grove in pain...of course, the pain could worsen when a strong, bitter burning sensation would shoot up his esophagus, causing him to vomit up bile and some food.

He stood there for a few moments after vomiting, trying to process what happened until reality hit him with a cough.

And with that, he now had to walk all the way back home, which was like a 20 minute walk.

Along the way, there was a huge crowd around some crooks, yelling "we are the kings of France!" and "we can give you free money at your finger tips!"..stupid fools, no way people believe them, but Urogi stopped and watched for a few, before walking off to get back home, it was already dark, and the darkness of London was not a safe time for anyone...

After 20-24 minutes he finally arrived home, went inside and sat on a stool near a table and prepared some tea, quite a busy day it was...

Ich hasse dass wirklich,,,*cries in german*,,,also i posted this on ao3 aswell,,,