A Little Touch Of Roses

Chapter One: unbelievable truth.

  Finally, Japan, we meet again. It had been six years since I stepped my feet in any states or cities of Japan. The last time I came was to see her, the evil witch that abandoned me. She was so happy, living and giving her children all the love she never gave me. I should have killed her then, but a sick part of me just didn't want to. Finally, I was here to do what I should have.

   I didn't just come to Japan for her, I also came because I had business to take care of. In all my years of work, I'd never killed a soul in Japanese soil, never. There are some countries which I just don't wish to kill at, Japan being one of them. Anytime I had issues with anyone in the country, I lure them off to my ground and kill them. Father thinks it sweet and amazing how I can lure my prey out of it den right into mine.

Too bad Japan, you are about to get what's coming.

   I waited for my Uber, it was easier living low than high. I came here for a mission, and that mission was important. Father didn't really know why I finally decided to step my feet in Japan to do my work. He thought I was over my liking for it and wants to plant my flag there. I really wish I don't have to, but it was the best cover to keep him away from finding out the real reason. He had no idea I knew the witch lives in Ota, Japan. If he knew, he would never allow me come. For some reason, he didn't't wish her any harm.

   "Where to, miss?" The cabman asked politely.

   "You speak English?"

   "Obviously. I'm one of airport's Uber. It is a must to know how to speak English, even if not fluently. You know, we meet different kind of people but English is the most easy way to communicate. I can speak six types of languages and understand ten extra. Isn't that amazing?"

   "Yes, remarkable," I said with false astonishment.

   "So, how many languages can you speak? Beside English? Your accent is British, are you from the United Kingdom?" He queried as he drove me to my hotel. He already knew where I was going to stay.

   "Is it necessary to answer that?"

   "Oh no, I don't mean to offend you, just curious. Most of you outsiders know how to speak more than one language."

   "You know one can't speak all languages fluently,"

   "Yes, but at least you know how to use it. How many?" I chuckled at his curiosity. If I told him I could speak 65 languages fluently, 800 not fluently, read and write 815 and can only understand a thousand. He would definitely know I'm a criminal. Why else would I need to know so much? It was the rule set. I even broke the record of fluent in my family. If the world knew I could speak 65 languages fluently, I'll be added to world record.

   But just like many people who have greater talents but aren't known to the internet, I chose not to let anyone know. I was still learning more. Trust me, your brain stops hurting after you learn the first thousand. If you love languages like I do, that's the case.

   "Ten, I am fluent with ten languages, can read and write twelve even if I find it difficult to pronounce four out of them and can understand fifteen." The lie smoothly left my mouth.

   "Now, that is remarkable. You know, I personally like British and Australia English because of the accent. It's pleasant to the ears. Do you?"

   "I technically have the accent, so yes." I rolled my eyes. I could use any accent I wanted, any at all. I just choose British and Australia since they are my original origin. Knowing a lot of languages tend to make you mix it up unconsciously.

   "Have you heard Danish? Someone ones wrote that it sounds like German and Swedish had a messed up child," he joked. I nodded and turned my face to the window. He still kept talking. "Cantonese sounds like people cursing at each other. This one is the funniest. Welsh sounds like people choking on potatoes," he laughed. I sighed heavily.