How Unfortunate

Prologue--Yukoro

I sat on the edge a skyscraper roof, looking down at the bustling city. Cars were going by, people politely walking side by side on the clean sidewalks. I've lived in Japan for my whole life, half of it on my own. I'm not really sure where I came from, the only thing I know for sure is what I've been through. I want to say my mother gave birth to me, but I'm not even human. It doesn't make sense, and it hurts my heart just to try and make anything of the issue...

I look off into the horizon, the sun warming my rosy cheeks. Even though I'm 23, I don't really have a life at the moment. I work at a second rate taco shop and live in an apartment. It's been this routine for four years, and I feel like I need some kind of change. I see all kinds of people every day, making something of their lives. For some reason, I didn't have that kind of motivation or dedication. I thought that is my life was self-sustainable, it would be perfect. But now, it isn't the case.

I put my head in my hands as a light breeze blew my blonde hair around. It showed off my pointed ears and my unmistakeable spaded tail. My life wasn't anything to complain about, but my features often concerned me. Sometimes I let my fangs slip into people's vision, or when I get a haircut people stare a little longer than usual. I know there are so many people who think this would be awesome, but sometimes, you wish you were a normal guy...

I stood up, gazing down at Tokyo once more. Such a beautiful city... being half Japanese made me feel a little more connected to it. Like it was more of a city and a part of my soul. I leaned over the edge, the now heavy wind holding me steady. When it subsided, I stepped off, falling towards the road. I smiled, thinking how this never gets old. I burst into flames, fiery wings emerging from my back, and sending me off.