Chapter 1

[Third-person perspective]

In a void-like space, a Japanese man, short in stature with attributes typical of someone of his origin, opens his eyes.

The man stands up and murmurs to himself, "What is this place?".

[Kai's perspective]

My name is Kai Takahashi and I'm a 27-year-old Japanese university dropout. I came from a wealthy family allowing me to live through my life as I like. My major was in culinary arts, something that I decided to pursue from a young age.

My parents died when I was 18, coming big shock to me and made me think back to how lucky I was to be alive. Their influence from a young age played a large part in my dream of being a cook. However, this changed during my time as an exchange student at Oxford University.

We got along well and our relationship, at least from my side, was good with a few minor arguments here and there. The more I got to know her, the more I fell in love with her.

Everything was wonderful for the first few years that we moved in together. I couldn't have been any happier with my life during this time. We were even talking about getting married.

At first, I had a part-time job at a restaurant. This didn't last long and my motivation towards cooking died down as my priorities changed into creating a stable and sustainable lifestyle for me and my partner. I then worked at a bank and had a prominent position earning a hefty amount of money.

The only real gratifying thing I had to show for myself was the fact that I was a part-owner of an orphanage, which brought happiness to those who needed it.

It all changed during the fourth year of living together. We weren't communicating as often as I would like because of both of our jobs being quite demanding. I wasn't suspicious at first. She often went out and spend the night with her friends and this happened often throughout our relationship as I would often do the same.

I only caught on when I noticed that these 'nights out' were increasing over the space of a few weeks, with her not being in the house for most time I was at home.

One week I mad not caught her once, and only got a hold of her through constant, and one night I sat down with worried thoughts. I had not heard from her all day and, like any normal boyfriend, I was worried.

Not being able to get hold of her, I called one of her friends to see if they knew where she was. I found out she was staying at her other friend's house, so I called round for a visit to make sure we were okay.

He opened the door after I knocked on it several times. When I saw my girlfriend naked in the background of the other room, I couldn't believe my eyes. Shocked and angry at the sight, I barged into the house.

With no pants on, it was clear what she was doing, and she knew I knew by the look on her face.

"Why???" still no answer...

"Why???", as someone still trapped in the situation's shock, I didn't notice that the guy sat next to her with a smirk on his face.

"Mate, no hard feelings, but this has been going on for years," the smirking man replies in a mocking tone.

"What?"

"Sorry Kai, it isn't meant to be" this time, my quiet girlfriend replied.

"Then WHY THE FUCK DID YOU STAY IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH ME!?" I replied, still in shock and anger.

"Easy. you're rich. Why wouldn't she stay in it whilst you're throwing money at her?" the man says mockingly

Hearing his mocking, I run and smash him in the face.

"Stop! Kai, you fucking lunatic. I'm calling the police!" she tries to grab me to no avail. After unloading my emotions and seeing his bloody face, I back off and spit on his pathetic figure.

"Bitch!" I say to the crying woman before walking out of the house.

Fast forward to a few months later...

That night had scarred me.

The only thing that kept me going was alcohol. Without the will to live yet scared to kill myself, the perpetual state of depression led me to drunkenly roam the streets at night, hoping someone would do the job for me.

I walked out of the convenience store after buying a bottle of whiskey.

Being my 27th birthday, the day was painful for me as I should have been on holiday with my now ex-girlfriend.

As I was walking down the street, I saw to two suspicious looking men, both of tall stature, one of which was holding a bag whilst the other was holding a briefcase walking towards a gloomy alleyway.

"please... don't do it" "please...." *sob**sob* As I was walking past the alleyway, I hear the sobbing of a woman

"AHHHH" she screams in a voice of which I could only associate with fear on realisation of a terrible fate. With resolution clear in my eyes, decided that I'd stop them.

'I've already lost the will to live. Why not let these guys do the job for me? At least I might save a life,'

I always loved the idea of saving a damsel in distress.

Finding the perfect opportunity to enact my idea, I run down the alleyway as fast as I could and hit a guy on the head with the bottle of whiskey, half shattering it on impact.

'Fuck…'

I look up and realize another 2 guys, one holding the lady down whilst the other is sitting down on a box, smoking a cigarette.

I took advantage of the shock of the situation and kick the guy who was holding the lady down.

After he releases his hold, I shouted "Run! Now!"

She got up and bolted out of the alleyway.

'Hahaha... a noble death is not bad, but I should hold them back to give the lady a better chance.'

As I still had a half-shattered bottle in my hand, I felt a bit more confident in at least taking down one before dying.

"Now, what do we have here?"

"It's a little boy trying to be a hero" both men smirk upon seeing a 5 foot 6 Japanese man trying to play hero against 3 men over 6 foot.

"I'm surprised you could even reach his head," "

"Hey boss, you okay?" The man I hit with the bottle sits up. "Does it look like I'm okay? Kill the little runt or else your mother will find out she has one less son in the world," he growls at the 2 men.

The man stand up with a grim smile on their face after bringing out their knifes in their pockets. All hope of taking one down goes after seeing them whip out their knives. One of them stabbed my arm, disabling my use of the weapon.

"Aghhhh" I fall to the floor and scream from the pain.

"Hey boss, are we giving him a slow death?" "Of course we are. Who the fuck does he think he is? Grab him and bring him over here." I was still in shock from the pain, but now the fear of death became apparent to me.

"Now, we were gonna have fun fucking that lady, but now all we have is a stupid little runt," "

"Hey boss, why don't we have fun with him instead," the man then brings a knife towards my ass.

"It seems prison did more mental damage on you than I thought" I look and see the 'boss' smirking in my direction.

"Fuck off, I may have taken it up the ass once or twice, but I'm not gay. It's only gay if you enjoy it. The last thing I wanna do is shove my cock in this runt!" he says in his rusty, aggressive voice, then thrusts it as hard as he can up my asshole.

"Ahhhhh!" I scream from the pain.

"Now that's even sick for me."

"Well, you said that you want him to have a slow death."

The pain was so unbearable that I couldn't hear the casual conversation that was happening as a knife was up my ass.

I feel my consciousness fading from the pain. The last thing I hear is, "look what you've done now, he's passing out"

"Ah well, let's just end it when he loses consciousness."

That's the end of the story of a man dying with a knife up his ass...