Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 1 Monthly Crisis Management
Sunlight streamed through the curtains and fell on his face. Uta Kassapa groggily opened his eyes, just as he got out of bed and was about to go to the bedside to close the curtains and take a nap.

Bang!
The sudden loud noise startled Uta Kassapa, who turned around in horror to see Fukie standing at the door, wearing a white T-shirt and denim shorts that accentuated her shapely figure, her arms crossed as she looked at him.

Even after a good night's sleep, Fu Jiang's hair still exuded an unnatural, smooth shine, and the signature beauty mark at the corner of her eye made her look even more charming and alluring.

What are you doing so early in the morning?!

"Chichi."

Fujang looked at Uta Kasyapa, who was startled by her, and couldn't help but let out a sneer.

However, after the laughter subsided, Kawakami Fukie remembered why she had gotten out of bed early that morning to find him, and hurriedly picked up the sanitary products she had used and rushed to Uta Kasyapa.

"I've started my period."

"I saw it, I saw it, don't stick it in my face!"

Fujang, looking annoyed, glanced at the beautiful girl in front of him, whose every move exuded allure and charm, a beauty that seemed otherworldly.

Upon closer inspection, amidst the crimson stains, reminiscent of Cthulhu, countless dense, blood-red fleshy buds were unconsciously exploring and wriggling.

If you listen carefully, you can even hear a faint murmur.

With a twitch at the corner of his mouth, Uta Kassapa found a bag and walked up to Fukie, disdainfully gesturing for her to throw the thing in.

Luckily, Uta Kassapa lives alone, otherwise it would have been difficult to help her get rid of this thing.

In the corner of the courtyard, Uta Kassapa skillfully started a fire in the barbecue grill (incinerator), then glanced back at Fukie, who was standing behind him with her arms crossed, impatiently shuffling her pink slippers on her fair feet.

"What are you standing there for? Come and help! Aren't you going to control its growth rate? Will you burn it all?"

"Tsk, what a useless man."

Fujang pursed her lips in annoyance, her face full of impatience as she prepared to go to Uta Kasyapa's side, only to find him expressionlessly extinguishing the fire.

When we got to the courtyard wall, we opened the door that had been specially built for Fujang to visit.

"What are you doing?"

Uta Kassapa turned to look at Fukie, who was standing beside him with a blank expression, and spoke without any emotion.

"I'm a useless man, so you can go find a useful man."

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Looking at Uta Kassapa, who had told her to get lost without a word, Fukie was taken aback at first, then got up unhappily.

"Can't you have any manners? Every guy I meet outside is begging and pampering me."

"No, go away."

"."

"I'm sorry, I was wrong."

In the end, reason prevailed over temper. Years of living as neighbors with Fukie had made her realize that while Uta Kasyapa was not affected by her abilities, he also never indulged her unreasonable whims.

Seeing that Fujang had given in, Uta Kassapa shook his head, walked to her side, and pushed her away.

"Get out of my way, you're in my way."

"you!"

When he needed someone's help, Fu Jiang ultimately suppressed his temper, after all, there were still several days left before he would need to ask him for help again.

Uta Kasyapa, you just wait until my special period is over.
Just as Fujō was pondering how to 'repay' Utada Kasyapa, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Fujō.

You seem to be thinking about something terrible.

Fu Jiang smiled sweetly, gently grasped his wrist, and shook it slightly.

"No, I'm just thinking about how to repay you~"

"hehe."

Uta Kassapa sneered and remained silent. Although the two hadn't exactly grown up together naked, they were true childhood sweethearts.

Doesn't he know what kind of person this woman is, spoiled by outsiders and a collection of negative emotions like desire and killing?

He might verbally apologize, but who knows what tricks he'll use to embarrass him at school.

He shook his head, trying not to think about it. Anyway, this girl couldn't do anything else to him besides tripping him up, so he just let her be.

"On another note..."

“?” Uta Kassapa stroked his chin for a moment as he gazed at the fleshy buds that were contracting like leeches in the flames.

"Is it possible? I'm just saying it's possible."

"?"

"Say something quickly!"

"Yeah, you only come to see me during the day, and you don't come at night. I always feel like you're kind of discarding me after you've served your purpose."

"What?"

Uta Kassapa's incredibly informative rant startled Fukie for a moment. After a brief pause, Fukie's face flushed red as she realized what he meant.

"Uta Kasyapa, you're going to die!!!"

Snapped!
The next morning, Uta Kassapa gasped as he accidentally brushed against the handprint on his back while getting dressed.

"Si Fujiang has a severed hand? There's no such setting, is there?"

After changing her clothes, Uta Kassapa opened the door and saw Fukie, dressed in a navy blue JK skirt and with alluring, straight legs in black stockings, standing at the door of her house with a displeased expression, carrying a bag.

"you"

Before she could finish speaking, Fujang expressionlessly threw the bag in her hand at Uta Kasyapa.

Uta Kassapa quickly reached out and caught it. As soon as it was in his arms, Uta Kassapa felt as if he were holding a crushed rabbit.

Blinking, Uta Kasyapa opened the bag.

"Kasyapa~"

Looking at the fleshy ball in the bag, whose back was stuck to a sanitary napkin and whose human shape could barely be made out, with a soft voice and a touch of Fu Jiang's allure.

Wow!

Utakayo slammed the bag shut and rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

"Why is it so fast today?"

Fu Jiang gave him a cold look.

"how could I know."

Fukie, who clearly hadn't forgiven him, seemed quite difficult to talk to. Uta Kasyapa shrugged, knowing that her spoiled princess temper was flaring up.

He opened the incinerator as quickly as possible, hesitated for a moment, and carefully took the Fujiang split body out of the bag, watching the tiny limbs that had evolved tightly hug his fingers.

Uta Kassapa glanced at Fue beside him, then looked at the little Fue in his palm.

"Feel sorry."

Little Fujang, whose head only had a mouth, shook her head slightly and affectionately rubbed against his fingers.

"Kasyapa, it's not your fault~"

"Ugh"

"Hold on tight!"

Urged impatiently by Fukie, Uta Kasyapa sighed, placed the little figure in his hand into the incinerator, gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and lit the incinerator.

"Kasyapa~ Kasyapa~ It hurts so much!"

Amidst a faint, almost inaudible scream, Uta Kasyapa resolutely turned off the furnace and walked out of the courtyard without looking back.

Beside the courtyard wall separating Fukie's house from hers, at the door specially opened for Fukie, Fukie, who was watching Uta Kasyapa flee in a somewhat flustered manner, had a complex expression on her face as she crossed her arms.

She took a few steps to the incinerator and opened it. Looking at the other version of herself dying in the flames, watching the eyes that 'she' had grown and the gesture of reaching out to touch her, Fu Jiang slowly raised her hand and reached into the flames, gently touching it with hers.

"Keep going, me right now!"

"Otherwise, we'll have to find a new 'person'."

Amidst the hellish groans, Fu Jiang watched the undisguised malicious smile on 'her' lips and expressionlessly closed the lid.

Bang!

After the loud bang, the girl slammed the incinerator shut, leaving only her silhouette as she ran after something.

(End of this chapter)