Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 4: The Meaning of Loving You
The rain poured down. Fujang sat under the eaves eating watermelon. The rain mist dampened her fair toes. Behind her, on the coffee table, Uta Kasyapa was writing a novel, scratching his head.

This reminded Fujang of Uta Kasyapa's frequent mutterings about how there were still a few years left and that he must seize this opportunity.

Fujō knew what he was worried about, but didn't understand exactly what Uta Kasyapa was worried about.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he's alive.

Although I often feel an involuntary dislike when I see him, I can't help but think of him afterwards.

She knew that her feelings for Uta Kasyapa were wrong.

As a proud and arrogant being who enjoys leading others astray, she should not develop feelings of affection for a human.

But there are some things that we do willingly even when we know they are wrong.

Is it because I have been killed and never saved?
"idiot."

"Speak your mind, I'm busy!"

Turning her head to look at Uta Kasyapa, who was not turning back, Fukie turned around and leaned on the back of the chair, gazing at him.

"And what about things like Yamazaki Alley? You still do that?"

"meeting!"

Faced with Uta Kasyapa's answer without looking up or hesitating, Fukie was stunned for a moment, her voice was very unhappy, but the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"You just said it without even thinking? Are you trying to fool me?"

"The door is on the left; if you have a seizure, get out of here."

Seeing Uta Kasyapa's impatient expression as he pointed towards his private little door, Fukie instinctively reached for a watermelon and threw it at him, but after thinking about it, she decided not to disturb him and just spat out a mouthful of watermelon seeds.

Turning to look at the rain outside, Fujang was lost in memories.

That day, the weather was similar; a sudden downpour interrupted my game outside.

The two college students were about to abandon their girlfriends because of him, but the sudden downpour dampened Fu Jiang's spirits, and he withdrew his abilities.

I remembered that I forgot to bring in the laundry, and I'm sure I'll get a scolding from my grandma when I get home.

Losing all interest in having fun, Fujang watched as two male college students argued with her girlfriend. In a bad mood, Fujang randomly picked a man and asked him to buy her an ice cream and an umbrella.

Then, wearing her little leather shoes, she became a graceful figure in the rain, walking through the crowd and stepping into the rain to go home.

On the way, I was even chased by a few delinquents for a while, but fortunately, the delinquents were not very bright, and they were indeed quite disgusting to look at.

Fu Jiang simply unleashed her charm, and those brainless guys started fighting amongst themselves.

After watching the fight unfold and realizing that teenage brawls were nothing special, Fujang hummed a tune as she walked home, all the way to Yamazaki Alley, until she encountered the two homeless men hiding in a corner.

In a good mood, Fu Jiang looked at the two homeless men huddled together and, having not had enough of watching earlier, felt a surge of amusement.

Fukie took out two yen bills from her wallet and approached the two people with a playful expression.

"Hey gentlemen, aren't you bored in the rain?"

The two homeless men stared blankly at Fu Jiang. Even though their spirits had been broken and bruised by life, they were still momentarily stunned by her beauty.

Seeing the two people's blank stares, Fujang's lips curled into a wicked smile.

"Hey, gentlemen, am I pretty?"

The two homeless men nodded blankly, and seeing that they were already captivated by her charm, Fu Jiang's smile became even brighter.

Do you like me?

"like."

A slightly stuttering affirmative answer came through, making Fujiang feel proud of her charm. However, she didn't notice that the unnatural pauses in their speech indicated that they were not in good spirits.

"Here's five thousand yen."

As she finished speaking, Fu Jiang bent down and stroked her black-stockinged legs down to the bottom of her skirt.

"Hey gentlemen, since you like me, why don't you two have a fight? The fiercer the better! Whoever wins will not only get paid, but also have the chance to have dinner with me!"

The two homeless men's gazes followed Fu Jiang's palm, as if sinking into an endless abyss.

Then, as Fu Jiang had ordered, the two began a frenzied fight.

Broken teeth and spilled blood began to flow with the rain. The stench of blood stimulated Fu Jiang, causing her breathing to quicken and her abilities to expand even further.

Snapped.

Looking at the homeless man who was completely captivated by her charm and whose bloodied hand was gripping her ankle, Fu Jiang frowned slightly and said with a smirk.

"Uncle, you haven't won yet, I can't keep you company~" She thought the two homeless men would fight again under their own power, like other men, but the details she didn't notice caused the whole thing to get out of control.

That is, the two homeless men were already mentally fragile, and under the increasing stimulation of Fu Jiang's abilities, they collapsed instantly, reaching the final stage in a flash.

Possess her, then kill her and devour her!

"Hey, you've dirtied my stockings."

The force on her ankle made Fujang frown slightly. She ordered the homeless man to let go of her, but when that didn't work, she tried to shake him off.

However, at that moment, Utah Kasyapa, who had come out to buy snacks in the heavy rain, happened to pass by Yamazaki Alley.

If it were just simple harassment, Uta Kasyapa would at most step forward and drive the two away.

Just as Uta Kasyapa and Fukie stared at each other in a daze, a flash of light suddenly appeared, before the two could react.

As blood spurted out, Fu Jiang's scream suddenly erupted.

"what!!"

The umbrella fell to the ground in an instant, and Fujang covered his left cheek in pain.

"Mine, mine!"

In his frantic murmurs, the homeless man with the knife slashed hard at Fujang's shoulder. Seeing this, another homeless man, not to be outdone, picked up a brick from the roadside and smashed it hard on Fujang's head as if he were snatching a treasure.

With a thud, Fujang collapsed to the ground in agony, blood streaming down her face, meeting the dazed gaze of Uta Kasyapa.

Tsk. I never expected that this freak would see me being dismembered. This is troublesome. How am I going to explain my rebirth now?
Before the thought in her mind could fully process, the stone suddenly smashed her eye socket. Under Fukie's damaged eyeball and her blank and confused gaze, Uta Kasyapa threw down the bag in his hand with an angry and ferocious expression and rushed forward.

A few minutes later, Fu Jiang suddenly sat up from the ground due to her powerful regenerative ability. With her brain damaged and no memory of what had just happened, she stared blankly at the bloodstains on the ground and the bodies of two homeless men not far away.

Recalling the figure of Uta Kasyapa rushing towards her just now, a thought popped into her mind that she herself found extremely absurd.

Someone will save me?

After a moment of confusion, Fujang subconsciously looked in the direction of the blood and saw Uta Kasyapa leaning against the corner of the wall in the heavy rain, clutching his stomach, his head lowered and his lips unusually pale.

"You are sick?"

Upon hearing this, Uta Kassapa struggled to lift his head, his eyes unfocused as he glanced at Fukie, who was soaking wet and exuded an eerie beauty like a siren.

"Forget that you can be reborn."

Feeling the temperature gradually disappearing from his body, Uta Kassapa raised a finger and pointed at her, then reluctantly grabbed some scattered snacks and threw them at her.

"I'll fuck your mouth!"

The sudden appearance of traditional Chinese culture and the snacks thrown at her left Fujang momentarily stunned; she didn't understand what the sentence meant.

But looking at Uta Kasyapa with his head bowed, Fukie, who had died and been reborn countless times, felt a sense of panic for the first time.

Recalling this, Fujang got up from the chair, her wet feet leaving footprints on the floor.

Uta Kassapa looked up at the sound and frowned as he saw the wet patches on the ground.

"Would you please dry your feet before coming in?"

Fu Jiang ignored his words, went to sit opposite him, knelt down, and stared intently at him while leaning on the coffee table.

What did you mean by what you said that day?

"That sentence from that day? Which day, and which sentence?"

Fujō's question left Uta Kasyapa completely bewildered, wondering what had gotten into her this time.
Fu Jiang sighed when she saw that he really couldn't remember what happened that day.

"That's what you said to me before you lost consciousness from blood loss that day in Yamazaki Alley!"

"."

Uta Kasyapa's silence made Fukie narrow her beautiful eyes.

"Say!"

"you sure?"

"speak!"

Subsequently, at Fukie's repeated request, Uta Kasyapa explained the meaning of that sentence, and then...
"It means saying 'I love you' every time you come in and out."

Upon hearing this, Fu Jiang was taken aback at first, then her face turned bright red with anger.

"Uta Kasyapa, you'd better die!!!"

(End of this chapter)