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As I walk down the dark evening road belonging to a medium town in Japan, some random strangers pass me by. Their eyes gaze for a moment, then immediately look away. Not that I blame them. Dressed in cheap worn clothes, hunched forward, face downwards and the constant impression of a cloud of gloom and depression following in my wake. As if death himself walks through the night, draining life out of all surroundings with every step taken.
Laughter suddenly breaks the night’s silence. Two salarymen sit at a nearby food stall with their backs turned towards me, still wearing their stereotypical office uniforms. One pats the other on his back while holding a nearly empty bottle of sake. They’re clearly having a blast. Maybe celebrating a promotion or a pay raise? Who knows? A pair of women are present, clinging to the men. Probably not even married or dating, just a random fling for one reason only. After they’re done celebrating it will be time for a casual yet active night under the same bedsheets.
I shrug my shoulders as I turn my face back toward the ground in front and move on. I left that world a long time ago, except for the women factor. That never was a part of my world to begin with. It must be around five years now. Back then life consisted of getting up early, head to office neatly dressed and work my ass off, filled with hopes and dreams of the future. Fully convinced one day a woman would cling to my arm as Ms. Miyamoto, loving wife to Daisuke Miyamoto. Heck, I would have settled for less. Having a woman around for the same reason as those two over there, for nothing but a one-night stand, would have been good enough already.
If only I hadn’t picked a so-called “black corporation”. A term used in Japan for a business company whose concern for its employees is just slightly higher than mere property, to be used or discarded at any convenience. As happened five years ago when they restructured after a scandal and a bunch of unrelated people were sacked with no advance notice, me included. Finding a new job became more difficult with every passing year, until I eventually gave up about six months ago. Meanwhile, money steadily runs out.
Maybe I should look at it more positively? At least there are no extra mouths to feed back home, or that financial breaking point would have been reached already. Not that I’m particularly happy about that. Having no loving wife and children at this age of thirty-three is not how I imagined life to be.
Though in hindsight, that result should not have been unexpected at all. My lifetime experiences with relationships reach a total sum of absolute zero. Not that I blame anyone. Finding a woman would have been hard anyway. Recently, I have become more self-aware of my interest in younger girls, or what is known in Japan as being a lolicon. Something I realized when my gaze kept being drawn by groups of school girls returning home after an evening at karaoke, the arcade, or wherever they went to hang out and have fun.
Family-wise things aren’t any better either. Lovely people they were, my parents. If only that one driver hadn’t drank one too many they would still be around. I wonder what they would think about their son being a darned lolicon. My father was an immigrant from Flanders, Belgium. He taught me a saying from back in his home country. “Even an old goat likes a green leaf.” Maybe he would have accepted my tastes. Not that it matters now.
A deep sigh leaves my mouth.
Where did I go wrong? When I lost my job? Or earlier already, when I started working at that disaster of a company? Recently, a different answer comes to mind. It must be the moment I came into this world. A mistake which will undoubtedly correct itself someday. Probably sooner than later. Like often seen in some tiny side column of a newspaper. Shall it be a bridge or a tall building? Perhaps an oncoming train? Or maybe the frugal simplicity of a long and sturdy rope. I used to shudder at the mere thought. Now I feel nothing but a serene calm.
Another sigh. This one different, shorter, as if snarling at my inner thoughts.
Only another minute or two and I’ll be back home. Changing that one carried shopping bag from my left hand to the right, accompanied by some grumbling noises. I specifically bother always visiting the supermarket right before closing hours to avoid other people, and still the place was packed. Maybe next time it would be better to go during noon when most are working? Oh well, problems for later. This bag of loot will last me another week.
*
A homeless man stares at me as I walk past, as if looking for someone to give him a hand. It seems he has trouble getting up. Not the first time he’s hanging around this part of town. How he manages to survive, I have not the slightest clue. Sorry, mate. At this point, I have no money nor sympathy to spare as I turn my look away and tread onward.
Moments later, I look back and see the old man stumble upright to continue on his way. My gaze turns to my empty hand and wavers. Guess I’m not as emotionless as I thought. A feeling of guilt had stopped me in my tracks. But too late to help now. Time to move on, this still frozen food in the shopping bag isn’t going to refrigerate itself.
Now, only to cross this street and I’ll be back in that empty and oversized familiar place I’ve always called home. If only that red light would hurry up already. A single car comes closer while I give a blank stare into its headlights like under a spell. Thoughts return to those newspaper articles about people jumping in front of an oncoming vehicle. Just one small step is all it takes. One small…
A sudden noise breaks the spell. I turn to look and see a cat sitting on the road, making some loud hissing and growling aimed at a hedge that marks one of these nearby road-side private properties. Probably scowling at a fellow feline hidden in the dark, completely unaware of approaching traffic. Something else catches my eye. A young girl stands on the other side of the road. She runs towards the small animal, trying to save it from being run over by that oncoming car. While picking up the cat, headlights cover her silhouette as if taking aim. There’s no way she can avoid in time. No, she’s not even trying to avoid, merely standing there, frozen in bright headlights while the screeching of a car breaking at full force fills my ears.
I jump forward, grabbing the girl. A dull pain fills my back immediately after. I open my eyes, yet only darkness remains. What’s this? Am I blind?! Did I die?! And what is this horrible smell?
Something pointy pokes at my cheek. It’s the cat, lifting itself up from my face. The furry bugger thanks me for playing the hero by putting its claws in my skin. I take a deeper breath and immediately regret doing so. Get off my face you stinking feline!
Having regained sight and smell, my attention focusses on a warm and soft sensation in my arms. The girl is lying on my chest. I can feel her own chest move as she breathes. That’s a good indicator at least. Oh right, what about myself? A quick self-test follows as I twitch both arms and legs. Well, those seem to move just fine, always a good sign. Right, next up…
“Hey, are you okay?”
Some mumbling can be heard from the girl as she raises her head to face me. “I… I think so,” she mutters confused.
That doesn’t sound very convincing. “How’s your head? Did you hit it? Does it hurt somewhere?”
“No. Only a bit startled, that’s all.”
Looking down at her face, an instant impression escapes my mouth. “Wow…”
She returns a confused stare, as if to ask what that reaction was all about.
“Nothing, just… glad you’re okay,” my excuse comes forward. Yeah, let’s go with that answer. Can’t really tell her I was spontaneously reacting to her cutesy face.
“Ah, I’m sorry,” the girl now realized she’s lying on top of me, quick to stand up.
Wait, did I see some tears forming in her eyes? Did she see through my little bluff and thinks I’m some twisted pervert? What should I do?! You can do it, Daisuke, act smooth! “Here, have a handkerchief. I hope I didn’t scare you?”
Was that smooth?
“Thanks. It’s not that, I just realized what happened and… it was kind of scary.”
Oh, so it was the shock of almost getting run over by a car that caused her tears. Well, of course it was, dummy! What else could it have been? Speaking of, where did that car go? The bloody asshole ran off! He could have at least checked if we were okay. What a douchebag!
The snort of this girl blowing her nose in the cloth handkerchief focusses my attention back to her. She returns it to me. “Thanks for the handkerchief. I’m fine now.”
“Um, okay,” I grab the used piece of cloth between thumb and index finger, still failing to avoid its parts sticky with snot. This is not what I had in mind when first handing it over.
As she composes herself by quaintly brushing all dirt from her hair and clothes, I take a good look at her. Yeah, besides that snotty handkerchief part, she’s definitely a cutie. She reaches up to above my waist. A round face with a beautiful pale complexion, accented by big eyes, looking around for more dirt and damage on her clothes. Even this late at night underneath artificial streetlight her irises are clearly noticeable as a vivid light-green. There’s something strange about her eyes, almost otherworldly.
Her hair is golden in color, giving the impression it radiates a subtle shiny hue. Huh, maybe because of these streetlights? Surely, that can’t be natural. It flows down all the way to her waist. Straight, with some lightly curled strands here and there sticking out. A hairband seems to adorn her head, with two cat ears on. Though I can’t see the band part, only its ears, probably hidden beneath all that hair. Typical Japanese cutesy apparel.
See, that’s the kind of cat I can dig, unlike the one which left its claws in my face.
If this was one of those sappy and overacted Japanese television shows, a meeting like this would be some kind of fated encounter where she will fall for me and we live happily ever after. When all the mandatory melodramatic soap drama has passed, naturally. I lightly shake my head instantly. What am I thinking? Life is not some soap opera. Anyway, she’s fine and that’s all which matters.
Her green eyes turn to me and she addresses me with a warm smile. “Thanks for saving me…” she giggles softly, “and the little kitten.”
“Oh it’s fine. Anyone would do the same, right?”
Not that I really believe that. After all, I didn’t help that poor homeless guy earlier. But this time my body moved automatically. Maybe because there was no time to think things through? Not that I regret doing so. On the contrary, I actually feel kind of proud of myself. Though more than that, a sense of relief. Relief a part of me still cares enough about this world and these people in it to do something like this, even if it was instinctively.
The blonde girl shakes her head. “Not everyone would put their own life at risk to save someone else. Especially a stranger. I owe you a favor now!”
I’m not really sure if I really deserve that much gratitude. After all, it wasn’t a conscious decision. That means the underlying motivations may not be nearly as noble as she makes it sound. “Nah, it’s fine, really. You’re in good shape and that’s enough.”
She shakes her head again. “Mother taught me to always show gratitude and help someone in turn when I’m being helped.”
Sounds like good parenting.
The girl looks puzzled, probably trying to think of something she can do in return. Then her eyes light up with an idea that suddenly sprung to mind. “You know what? I’m actually an angel!” her voice turns all happy. “So, as a return favor, I will help you fulfill one wish!”
Huh?
The girl stares at me, anticipating a reply. Silence fills the air around us, only interrupted by the faint noise of a cicada somewhere in the distance. Oh, I get it! She’s playing around. Of course, she is, this is still a child after all. Based on height, I would estimate her around eleven or twelve years old.
“Right, that aside, you really should go home now. It’s getting late for a girl your age.” And don’t give me that disappointed look, please. I’m really not in the mood to play around with early-teenage fantasies. “Do you know your way home?”
That disappointed stare makes way instantly for a smile radiating like the sun as she answers without a hint of hesitation. “Nope!”
A frown quickly appears on my face. Ugh, what a bother this is turning into. “Right, then let’s get you to the nearest police box. They will help you out.”
“What about your wish?” she replies, not seeming satisfied without doing a favor.
This again? Fine, let’s play along for now, as I turn to her while forcing a smile. “Well, if you’re an angel, there’s no need to be in a hurry, right? You can just grant my wish some later time.”
She gives a big nod after a short pause, like a state of enlightenment descended upon her. “Oh, right. That works!”
If there really are angels out there, I hope they have more common sense than this or our world might just be doomed.
*
The police officer makes one last bow with his companion already going back inside their police box. “We’ll take care of things from here,” he states with a professional manner.
As I look behind him, the sight of a golden-haired bundle of nuisance can be seen waving from behind a window. Reciprocating with a wry smile I turn around and make my way home.
…
After the usual struggle to remember where I put my front door key, dark hallways of an empty house lay themselves out before my eyes. Without bothering to turn on the lights I make my way straight to the fridge. No more time to waste before this frozen food makes its transition to unfrozen food even further.
There’s something rolled up in my pocket? My hand moves to confirm what it is. Regret immediately follows.
Right… The handkerchief filled with nasty nose goo. Holding its tip between my fingers I drop it in a used-clothes bin. Maybe I should follow the norm in this country and go for paper tissues from now on. Now, finally, time for some rest. Grabbing a can of soda from the fridge and making my way to my computer, I turn on the lights along the way. Empty cans fill the desk, manga hobby magazines littered on the floor, and a total amount of dust which betrays this room has not seen a vacuum cleaner in a very long time. Maybe I should have kept these lights off as not to be reminded about that.
With low familiar humming of an old-fashioned hard drive and fans, the computer turns on. My sole trusty comfort in this world, my only friend. The best kind of friend, one who allows me to seek refuge in the virtual world.
“Installing updates, please wait…”
A little face icon next to the loading indicator spins around, mocking me. One percent done. I glance at a mirror next to me. The face of a man dressed in worn and dirty clothes stares back. Messy hair, a chin in dire need of a shave, eyes that seem to have lost their light. I turn back to the monitor. Still one percent… This is going to take a while. So much for my last refuge. Goodbye, friendship. We hardly knew each other.
With a loud clanging the cans on my desk are swiped into a garbage bin, some missing their target and rolling along the floor towards a wall. Time to sink back into my chair and rest both legs on the desk while my hand reaches out to a dust covered television remote. No response, its batteries are dead. Oh well, not that there’s anything remotely interesting on television these days. The last thing I watched was some news report last year when a tsunami had breached parts of the eastern coastline of Japan, causing a lot of damage inland. Not that I normally watch news anymore. Propaganda doesn’t interest me one bit.
A sigh fills the room. That young blonde sure was cute, in an attractive sense of the word. A nuisance, but cute. She should be more careful though, certainly at that hour. If she had met someone with bad intentions, she could have been abducted and done all sorts of nasty things to. Maybe I should have given her a warning, you know, do my job as a respectable adult. Too late now, though I’m sure the police or her parents will do it for me. Isn’t that the normal way of life now for most people? Just let someone else solve any problem.
Eventually, thoughts move to her little angel spiel. “A wish, huh.”
What would I wish for? To start life all over again? Nah, the end result would probably be the same. Wish for happiness? Hmm, that’s kind of vague. What is happiness in the first place? Being rich? Healthy? That sounds too limited.
Two minutes pass with only the computer’s low humming to be heard in the background. A self-proclaimed stroke of genius fills my brain, though the conclusion it came to is really nothing special.
I got it! How about fulfilling the reason why we are born? Yeah, that sounds like a good recipe for happiness! But what would that reason be? Hmm, to reproduce? Or to put it more fundamentally from a male’s perspective, to spread one’s seed! Isn’t that the basis of life itself?
“So… my wish would be… to spread my seed to as many cute girls as possible?”
A crystal-clear familiar voice comes from a similarly familiar silhouette, peeking through my half-open window. “Wish accepted!”
Eh?
…
Eeeh?!
*
The following morning. A man with a sour expression who clearly didn’t get any sleep last night sits at the breakfast table, slowly stuffing a sandwich down. It’s me.
Moments later, a ray of sunshine comes rushing down the stairs and greets me in my kitchen. “Good morning!”
The raincloud eating his sandwich returns her greeting. “Morning. And don’t run down the stairs.”
“Oka~y!”
“And don’t yell.”
“Oka~y!”
I place my face on the palm of my hand and try to rub both tiredness and frustration away while heaving a sigh.
Ignoring my negativity, the girl continues on. “I bet you got some good sleep now that I’m here to help you with your wish!”
“Not at all,” I respond without hesitation.
She makes a slight sideways tilt with her head and shows a confused expression. I guess she wants clarification why.
“It’s still hard to accept what happened yesterday. You know, that angel part.”
Truth be told, there’s another reason for my gloomy expression this morning. That entire wish debacle from yesterday night where I basically asked for spreading my seed to as many girls as possible? Totally embarrassing.
Her face lights up again. “But it’s true. Look!” The girl in front of me makes a surprisingly feminine twist of her hips and shoulders, revealing her back. A pair of tiny cherub wings are visible, floating at a short distance detached from her body. Then she points at an almost invisible transparent halo hanging over her head. “See? Wings and a halo. That means I can only be an angel!”
My hand reaches out to the halo to try and touch it, yet my fingers slip straight through.
“That doesn’t work, it’s ethereal. But my wings aren’t.” With a proud face she makes a small fluttering gesture with her wings while showing them towards me. Is she inviting me to touch them?
Well, I am curious. My fingers caress over the outside of her wings. “They’re… warm and soft.” There’s no mistaking it, these are the real deal and not some prop item strapped to her back with hidden wires. “But you didn’t have these yesterday when we first met. You know, during the car incident.”
“That’s because I hid them, you silly! I can’t exactly let random people know I’m an angel, right?”
“Am I not some random stranger?” my retort comes immediately.
Her face turns pale, almost as if only now that realization hits her head-on, straight out of the blue. A flimsy excuse instantly follows. “Um. Right. I guess so. But this is different. Mama told me to always repay my debts, so I had no other choice.”
The way she says mama is kind of endearing. This confirms angels have parents too, I guess?
That paleness disappears in an instant with her follow-up sentence. “Besides, I’m still an angel in training, so it’s okay to make mistakes!”
“Right, so pipe down now and start eating breakfast.” Wait, what does an angel eat? Do they even eat in the first place? I better make sure. Wouldn’t want angry Mom to show up after I food poison her lovely daughter. “Sandwiches are fine? I have no idea what you people eat.”
“You know, the usual. Bread, rice, potatoes, meat, veggies. But no salad.”
“Salad is healthy,” I put my own thoughts into words.
She stares at me earnestly. “No salad.”
Minutes pass as we chomp down our meals. Even while eating, her face looks beautiful. This scenery right now, it kind of feels like I gained a little sister. Or would that be a daughter? What am I thinking, I don’t even know her name. Nor anything about angels in general. “Hey, could you explain some more about yourself? Like your name and such.”
“Ah, sure!” A little bow marks the start of her formal introduction. “I’m Konatsu, eleven years old, angel in training.”
Konatsu. In Japanese that means little summer. A fitting name for this bundle of sunshine.
“Oh, and you know what? Ehe, I’ve been sent here to perform an important task!” she boasts while proudly holding her chin up and patting her chest.
Not that it can be that important since they sent a trainee to complete it. One that already failed at keeping her covert identity a secret. Though I can’t tell her that. Not with her proud face staring me down. I’m not that much of a bully, so better feign some interest. “Whoa, sent here on a mission while still in training? You must have a big future ahead of you as angel. Might even make it to archangel at some point.”
I swear, I can almost see stars sparkling in her eyes at the sound of those words. More of her explanation immediately follows as she tattles like a gossiping girl about stuff she probably shouldn’t.
“And you know what? I actually came from the future!”
First angels and now time travel? This is getting weirder by the minute. “From the future? What for?” I ask.
“Mama sent me back to complete my mission. It’s something only I can do! Or so she told me.”
Yeah, that does not sound very convincing. “So, what’s this mission?”
“To save someone!” she states proudly the importance of her task.
“Well, what are you sitting here for then?! That sounds like serious business!”
Konatsu puts down her sandwich and shows a more downtrodden expression on her face. “There’s a small complication. I don’t know where this person is. And I don’t even know what to save him from.”
That’s some half-assed mission planning right there. I can only question the competence of this mama figure.
“All I know is his name and this town,” she continues.
“That’s got to suck.” I regret those words immediately after saying them. She may not show it that much, but I’m sure this mission stuff has to be a burden on her back.
Noticeably, Konatsu tries to force a smile now her mood got down. “So, until I have more information about my mission, there’s no harm in helping someone else. Returning favors is also important! And maybe I’ll come across a hint about my mission in the process.”
“True enough. Oh right, I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Miyamoto Daisuke. Let’s get along, alright?”
A pair of perplexed eyes stare at me intensely. “Huh?”
“Huh what?” I mimic her own surprise.
“Miyamoto… Daisuke?”
I take a good bite out of my sandwich while inquiring. “That’s me. What of it?”
“That’s the name of the person I’m supposed to save!”
I almost swallow that sandwich entirely down the wrong hole and start coughing uncontrollably.
*
Ten minutes have passed on the old clock hanging in my kitchen.
“And that’s the full story,” Konatsu finished her explanation and awaits my response.
“In short, if I understand things correctly, you have been sent back from the future to save me, but have no idea from what or when. And in the meantime you also want to help me fulfill my wish?”
“I’m sorry… If only I knew more details.”
I shrug my shoulders. “Don’t worry about it. If it works out, great. And if it doesn’t, that’s fine too. Not that anyone will care if I’m around or not.”
“No! I won’t let that happen!” she yells out loud.
I’m startled. Her shouting could be heard throughout this entire house. Seems like she takes this very seriously.
A more muffled sentence follows up her sudden outburst. “Besides. That’s not true! There are people who do care.” There’s a glint of sadness in her voice, mirrored by her expression.
A desire to cheer Konatsu up overcomes me. Not that I’m any good at that sort of thing though I try anyway. “Sure, I’ll take your word for it. There probably is someone still out there who cares.” Not that any name comes to mind. Maybe the grocery store lady could qualify? She might notice a customer no longer coming by and wonder if something happened. That’s some serious definition stretching going on though. “And if you put effort into it, I’m sure you’ll succeed in this rescue mission.”
Light returns to her eyes at my attempt to cheer her up. “That’s what I plan to do! I’ll save you no matter what!” she gets hyped again.
I nod encouragingly.
“And I’ll help you spread your seed too!”
You know that feeling when you want to crawl inside a deep, dark hole hidden from sight and never come out again? This. Right now.
It’s not like she really has to do any of that. Finding a woman is not some walk in the park. I doubt even divine intervention is going to change much about that. After all, what could some eleven-year-old actually do? No, wait. If I have to be totally honest, a part of me does feel something my body hasn’t felt in a very long time. Hope. What if by some freak miracle this cute but seemingly incompetent trainee actually manages to help me out here? What if I can find happiness? A vision forms in my mind of Konatsu offering herself as my lover, saying something cheesy like: “Please, take my first time!”
No way… That’s not going to happen. Right? But if it did, that would be.... Even if she’s still a kid. No, rather because she’s an innocent kid, I get turned on more easily. While Konatsu is lost in her own thoughts, based on her current expressions probably busy hyping herself up for that mission, my eyes glide over every part of her body. I already had a good look at her face since yesterday. There’s no doubt about this girl being pretty. That said, the rest of her body is not lagging behind either.
She’s wearing a type of front-buttoned, short-sleeved shirt in a shade of pink that exposes both shoulders. Other than a pair of thin straps, a smooth line can be seen from her neckline all the way down those bare shoulders towards her upper arm. Just like her facial complexion, not a single skin imperfection can be found anywhere on her body. Noticeable is a complete lack of straight lines anywhere I look. Konatsu’s body features only know delicate curves emphasizing young femininity. Small tender hands look like they could both fit into my palm with plenty of room to spare.
Even though her shirt is hanging rather loose, I can notice the body curve running down from her shoulders bending inwards to her waist, and smoothly turning outwards again all the way to her hips. Two subtle bumps can be seen on her chest, as if they are in doubt on whether to show themselves, or remain hidden. The chest of a young girl who barely entered puberty. A short skirt in the color of a dark wine covers the upper part of her thighs. White-with-pink striped socks run all the way over her knees, leaving a gap of skin between them and the edge of her skirt.
This girl is simply a walking piece of art. Beautiful. No, more precisely, she is attractive. If I could have a girl like that. Yeah, that would be happiness for sure. Even if not as a permanent lover, just being able to have her once would be a life’s dream come true. I can already imagine my hands running over her body, all the way from her chest, down her belly, towards soft inner thighs, then moving backwards towards a cute little bum.
There’s no more stopping my imagination. All kinds of lewd scenes flash before my eyes. Oh, the things I would like to do to her. No, not to her… Together with her. What I would give just to have her be my first. This girl looks so hot she would make for a truly great fuck, I’m certain! Both of us locked in a tight embrace at the peak of ecstasy, pouring my all into her…
“Whoa, that’s a vivid imagination about my daughter you have there,” a sudden voice snaps me back to reality.
It’s a voice I’m not familiar with. Something about it fills me with dread for a moment, even if I can’t put my finger on what exactly.
Konatsu addresses the voice with three simple but frightening words. “Oh, hello Mama!”
Ah, so that was it. Now I know what caused that feeling of dread. Daughter and Mama, those two simple words.
The unfamiliar voice replies to Konatsu’s greeting. “Good morning, Konatsu. Hard at work on your mission, I see.”
A figure passes me from behind and starts patting the girl on the head. That same girl who was in my erotic fantasies moments earlier. I have to clarify, just to be sure. “Mother?”
“Yes, that would be me. This young one’s natural mother.”
The figure, coddling her clearly beloved daughter, turns her attention to me. She has that same round type of face, vivid-green irises and pale smooth skin. Her facial expression radiates more authority, though not the type that seems grounded in a sense of superiority or higher standing. More like she’s filled with confidence and control. A majestic sense of warmth and motherly caring is perhaps a better way to describe her.
Hair is the same color as her daughter’s, though even longer, reaching halfway her thighs. Neatly trimmed at the edges to perfection without a single strand standing out. She’s quite small and young looking. Certainly not what I would expect from a mother. Her height lies somewhere in between me and Konatsu, reaching around my upper chest area. More the appearance of a fourteen-year-old or so. Even her chest doesn’t look like a mature woman’s. In fact, it’s hardly bigger than her daughter’s.
Huh, she has a cat ear headband like Konatsu. No, what animal’s ears are those even? They’re more elongated and upright. A fennec fox perhaps? No idea. Do all angels have this weird hobby of running around in cosplay outfits? Wait, did that ear move right now?! Those can’t be real, surely?! I glance at Konatsu. That’s right, I actually never noticed human ears on her. But they wouldn’t be visible with her hair style anyway. Maybe I assumed wrong?
“I had no idea you have an ear fetish,” this newcomer states out amused.
Crap, Mother-Dear noticed me staring at them.
“They’re real, in case you’re wondering,” she explains.
“Um. Alright,” my reply comes hesitatingly. Though this honestly shouldn’t come as a big surprise. What, with wings and halos, animal ears aren’t that odd. That being said, I don’t see a halo or wings on this mother figure. Maybe she’s just hiding them like Konatsu did yesterday when running around town? That outfit she’s wearing though. Wow, that’s something else. Certainly not everyday fashion. It reminds me of Goth fashion.
A large black ribbon is tied to the back of her head. Its ribbon strings flow down the back of her hair all the way down to her shoulders, almost like a black veil. A short corset is all she wears over her chest area, exposing a large part of a practically non-existent yet not quite flat cleavage. It has the same color scheme as her entire outfit. Black cloth as its base, soft in texture. Is that velvet? Strapped close at the front by golden laces. Similar golden detailed embroidery on the edge of the chest pads decorates the corset.
I can see where her daughter got that naked shoulders preference from, because this is even more revealing. Detached sleeves hang downwards her slender arms, starting about halfway each upper arm. The maws are open wide with broad decorated edges in golden patterns.
Her bottom is… well… it’s covered in a sense. A black loincloth hangs loosely in front of her private area, with similar types of decorations. The thing is so narrow it leaves most of her waist area and thighs uncovered.
The mysterious mother figure turns around with a patient smile on her face. It’s as if she is patiently waiting for me to finish imprinting her image into my mind.
Her rear is covered with a similar cloth, as narrow as the one at the front. It should do a horrible job of covering her cheeks, not wide enough for the task, though it’s hard to see her round bum since her long hair is hiding everything almost perfectly. Almost, as here and there, whenever she moves her head, a small wave flows down that feather-light golden hair. For those short moments I can peer through and see the color of skin underneath, together with the outlines of a perky little bum. Revealing, yet hidden from sight at the same time. Both legs are covered with velvet over-knee socks with a golden stitching at the top, while wearing traditional Japanese wooden sandals on her feet.
“So, if you’re her mother, I guess you’re an angel too? With wings and a halo?”
She replies without hesitation. “I have no such things as wings, nor a halo. For the simple reason that I am not an angel.”
Then what are you? Certainly, not human.
With a sense of pride, Konatsu provides the answer. “Mama is God.”
My mind needs time to process what I just heard. “What? A goddess?”
“Mama is not any goddess. She is God. Like, the God.”
Her mother answers with a simple confirmation. “The one and only.”
A preliminary realization occurs to me. “Oh, that’s why she calls you Mother! Of course, she would, if you’re the creator of everything that kind of makes you her parent.” Then it dawns on me. The creator of everything. God herself is standing in front of me, and I’m talking to her like to some random stranger. “Um, holy shi… I’m sorry! Miss…” Fuck, how should I even address her? Someone, help me out here! And why did I have to curse in her presence?!
“Just Kami is fine. Also, the reason Konatsu calls me mother is not symbolic. I carried her in my womb for nine months as fruit of man and woman’s union, before giving a natural birth to her. Though, since she came from the future, technically speaking she still has to be conceived at this point in time.”
She actually knows her daughter came back from the future? Well, of course she would know, if she is God.
Not giving me time to reply or think this over further, Kami immediately continues. “Besides, I should be apologizing.”
While I wonder what she could possibly need to apologize for, I grab a can of soda and open it. My throat has gotten dry from all these happenings. There’s only so much craziness a man can take. God or not, I need a drink from all of this.
“I was the one intruding on your private property,” Kami offers her matter of apology.
Yeah, true. Though being God, she can go wherever she wants. Still, how nice of her to apologize for doing so. This God doesn’t seem all that bad. A total weirdo, and definitely somewhat of a pervert with that outfit. But not that bad. I put the can against my mouth and start to drink as she continues talking. Ah, exactly the refreshment I need right now.
“And during your obscene fantasies about my sweet daughter no less.”
Soda flies on my table as I spit it back out.
“Where were you at again? Wasn’t it the part where you … pour it all inside?”
My head meets the table faster than expected as I bow before her and start to apologize so fast it becomes an incomprehensible mess. Meanwhile, Konatsu stares amused, not really understanding what is going on.
“Oh, it’s fine, really. Raise your head,” Kami states surprisingly calm.
I’m afraid to look her in the eyes. Will she punish me? Send me to hell?! What stare of judgement awaits me when I face her eye to eye? Slowly lifting my head, I am caught completely off guard by her response. Kami laughs out loud, clearly humored. There’s no trace of anger on her face, rather her eyes and eyebrows show a hint of gentleness.
“It’s all good. I knew from the start what your tastes are. I also know you jumped in front of an oncoming car to save Konatsu. You have my gratitude.”
Knowing who Konatsu is the daughter of, clearly she wasn’t in any danger at all back there during that car incident. Then again, I guess it’s my actions and the lack of knowledge they were based on back then that really counts. And being a deity, of course Kami knows what I was fantasizing when she came into my room. In fact, she probably chose exactly that moment to enter, purely to set up this little scene to humor her. Still, the thought keeps nagging at me. I have to ask.
“Are you really okay with that? Am I not the bad guy here?”
“Why?” Kami asks in return in as plain a manner as possible.
“Well, you know, it’s against the law.”
“Why would a god care about human laws?”
Still, this remains hard to accept. “But…”
She stares me straight in the eyes. “When do girls get their periods?”
“Somewhere starting puberty? As early as eleven or twelve or so?” I reply.
Kami nods in affirmation. “There you have it. A same story for boys. At that age they can already give birth or conceive. And the act of intercourse feels good to boot. You think I would make mankind like this if that wasn’t the intentional age?”
Her argument sinks in, slowly but surely. Strengthened by her following words.
“As long as the girl agrees to it, it’s all good! That’s all there is to it. The highest authority in the entire universe is stating it to you in person right now. The end, case closed!” That comforting warmth returns to her face. “Convinced?”
I nod in silence.
“Right, so let’s get down to business,” she gets a smile on her face.
I knew it. There’s no way Kami is here without a reason. Don’t let it be anything bothersome, please. I’d pray to God, but in this case that’s a complete waste of time.
“You know the new school in town?”
That does ring a bell. If I remember correctly, its construction only got finished two months ago. The loud construction vehicles constantly passing by when it was made were a constant nuisance. “Yeah, I know the place.”
“Excellent! Tomorrow you’re going to work there as a teacher. Make sure you wake up in time. Don’t forget to shave properly and get a clean set of clothes.”
Me, a teacher? Among young school girls? What do you intend to do?! Put a fox in the chicken coop? “My opinion on this matter?”
She smiles brightly and answers with a voice as clear as the summer-blue sky. “Irrelevant.”
Konatsu who has been sitting quiet the entire time speaks up. “That’s the same school I go to!”
Feigning excitement while grabbing my soda again, I can only answer blandly. “Yay, fun times ahead…”
Thank God for another sip from my soda. Damn, I really needed that drink.
“Yay! Going to school together with Papa!”
There flies that soda again, while her mother chuckles amused. I ask the girl, but fear knowing already where this is going to lead. “Aren’t you Kami’s daughter?”
“Yup! That’s Mama.”
“And I’m…” I look in the direction of Kami who confirms my fears.
“My husband.”
I place my elbow on the table and plant my face on my palm. A deep sigh leaves my mouth, Kami’s smile turning into a smug smirk.
“Well, future husband to be more precise, but who cares about such details. Right, darling?” Then Kami returns to that gaze she had when first entering this room, a warm and confident motherliness, while sitting down onto the corner of my kitchen table. The side of her bared thigh flashes itself seductively, capturing my attention in the process. Something she is very well aware of and probably doing intentionally. “What do you think of life now? Aren’t things going to get interesting?” she asks.
Tiring is more how I would call it. The day has only just begun, and I already want to go back to sleep.
“And no going back to sleep either, you have a job to do today,” Kami cuts down that option.
“But I thought you said work starts tomorrow?” I respond.
“That’s the teaching part. Today is the house cleaning part.”
Konatsu puts her hands in the air in excitement. “Yay! I’ll help too! We’re going to have lots of fun!”
While Kami observes with a glint of joy in her eyes, a monotone male voice devoid of vigor mimics Konatsu’s words.
“Yay… So much fun.”