killer date

Guts and Glory

In a quaint little cafe on a busy street in the bustling city of Tokyo worked a pretty red haired waitress. Well, her hair leaned more toward orange but people tended to call that kind of colour red. She wasn't remarkably beautiful either. Above average sure, but she was not the type who would ever be asked to model by the shady guy on the street corner.

This story is, however, not about the waitress Yoriko Kosaka. It is about a set of events that were set in motion at the location of her second job, a restaurant on the opposite end of the city. To get there Yoriko had to switch trains three times, which had seemed like a daunting task in the beginning but was now something that she was used to. This set of events that would one day become unmeasurably disastrous were not something that she was aware of, but you really couldn't blame her for that considering that not even those most intricately involved were in any way aware of what would one day happen.

No, right now Takizawa Seidou's biggest concern was whether or not this 'Houji' person had brought a coat to their date or not. Because it was cold and he'd rather no be forced to steal one again. It might not even matter though, because he doubted he'd actually leave the restaurant with the man. Whenever he had managed to land a date in the past they had all had two things in common

1) They had been older than him and

2) They had been either incredibly sleazy or incredibly shady

Somehow he always attracted a certain type of people, and they were not the type he wanted to attract. Seidou could still vividly remember the uncomfortable evening he spent answering a crazy green haired lady's questions about his opinions on increasingly obscure horror literature, or the doctor who was at least twice his age and probably twice as rich who kept inquiring about his health like he was planning to sell his organs on the black market or something.

Well, it didn't really matter if that doctor- who's name he couldn't remember for the life of him, but which probably started with a K- had had malicious intentions, because right now his body was rotting away in the woods. Seidou hoped that the maggots didn't find him too disgusting to devour, and that no one would come looking for him anytime soon. He didn't like killing his dates but that case was just too creepy to ignore. When they had finished dinner the man had kept fucking insisting to walk him home, so in the end Seidou resigned himself to stabbing him in the neck with a pointy glass shard in the next deserted alley he could find and leaving the body behind a dumpster while he went home for a well deserved eight-hours of sleep before returning to clean that mess up.

So it was only natural that he was not incredibly optimistic about this date either. There was one reason that he still agreed to it anyhow and it was because somehow that cursed dating site had managed to neatly gather all of his browser history on murder methods, even when he was one hundred percent sure that he had researched it all in incognito mode. He wasn't sure how, or even why. But it had got to mean something, so he had decided to give it a chance. Not that he believed anyone could meet their match by having a matching browser history; that just sounded silly. Still, he wondered what kind of person Houji Kousuke was. For what reason did he posses such an... odd browser history? Was he too...?

He peered around the corner, eyes scanning over the interior until they landed on Houji. He looked well put together, handsome and he was on time too. Which didn't automatically make him a good person- Seidou had met assholes who managed to keep up an immaculate appearance before- but it qualified him for spending an evening with Seidou. Wow, that sounded incredibly conceited even in his own mind. He shook his head and approached the table.

"Hi!" With a little wave and his best smile he pulled out the chair opposite of Houji's and sat down. Houji echoed his greeting, a slight smile enchanting his attractive features.