The Demons of Tokyo

Chapter 1

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Hi everyone :) Before I start, I just wanted to say thank you for even looking at my story. It's my first story that I'm putting online, so it means a lot to me that you even clicked on it :) It may not be very good, so if you have any suggestions on how I can improve, please tell me. I know that the first couple of chapters may not be very exciting, but they'll get better as time goes on (I hope XD)

Secondly, this story is set in Tokyo, Japan. That means all the names of the characters are Japanese, etc... I'm sorry if some details aren't quite right. I've never been to Japan, though I do want to after I finish school. I'd really love to learn a lot more about it.

And lastly, the only sites that this story has been posted on are Wattpad and Deviantart (http://rattyabz04.deviantart.com/) so if you see them on any other sites, please tell me. I'm not giving permission for others to use my work unless they ask me first.

Anyway, on with the story... //

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The sounds of suitcases rolling across the concrete platform was somehow kind of soothing. I listened, absent-mindedly, as the wheels glided across the ground,occasionally stopping when the wheel jammed or hit a slight bump.

I could hear the voices of the passengers, chatting happily away on their phones to someone, or to a friend that they were with. Most of them sounded tired, like they'd had a long busy day at work or something. A lot of them were in suits too, holding brief cases and wearing different coloured ties. One man who had gotten off the train was yelling into his phone in frustration. He was saying something about needing to organise a sales pitch and he sounded completely furious at whoever he was talking to. His face had even turned a bright shade of scarlet and he had this rather prominent vein in his temple which seemed to continuously throb until I thought it was going to burst.

Every now and then, I would hear the metallic clinking sound of coins being eaten by the vending machine next to where I sat. Then after a moment, I would hear the small thud as the product was pushed off the shelf and into the little collection slot.

If I had enough money, I would have bought something to eat, but I didn't, so I sat and listened as people bought their food and drinks.

Sometimes, I would have to shift slightly in my seat to make room for somebody else to sit down but it never bothered me. Eventually, I had shifted from the middle of the seat and closer to the vending machine, which I rested my head against when I grew tired.

I looked down at my watch,hoping that the hour was almost over; an announcement had been told over the speaker system that my train had been delayed and would not be arriving for another hour. So far, it had only been forty five minutes, so I shouldn't have to wait too much longer, which was good.I was really hungry and I could feel a large stomach growl growing inside of me.

My mother had offered to come and pick me up, but I had refused since my father was working late and somebody had to stay home and look after my younger brother, Shuichi.

The thought of Shuichi made me smile, and I closed my eyes, my hand still clutching onto my school bag.

Shuichi was a good brother, the best that I could have ever asked for. We were pretty close since I'd always helped look after him when Mum and Dad went on business trips to America.

I don't mind looking after him, since he isn't a troublesome boy for a twelve year old. Shuichi is actually quite helpful and he'll always help us out around the house and go to bed on time.

Suddenly the blaring sound of a train horn blasted through the train station, making my eyes snap open hopefully.

But it wasn't my train.