The sound of bullets was truly getting annoying as each one past through my body.
Leaving holes and staining my new clothes I got at a cheap price, My dark blue coat and trousers were ruined by my own blood.
The sight of the men's frustration was truly a sight to laugh about .....but
"Come on!" I yelled at the top of my voice in anger and frustration.
"None of our bullets work on this guy?!" One bald old guy said.
"Japan yakuza surely have become weaker since the last time I was here."
"Really thought you'd be able to kill me." I said with disappointment in my tone as I pulled out the bullet from my chest and wiped off the dust on my lovely white hair.
"Oh well." " Hope you guys die and rot in the depths of hell you filthy bastards."
After the massive shoot out the yakuza were so scared of me they called me god ,devil ,witch and stuff like that I chuckled for a bit and waved good bye, insulting them one last time.
"These yakuza don't have any magic?" I said to myself, a hint of disbelief creeping into my voice.
"Come to think of it what are magical user's called again.....ehhhh I forgot."
"Maybe if they had magic,they could have killed me,"l said,letting the thought linger as I pondered the futility of it all.
An hour or so had past since I entered the yakuza hideout upon learning from it this is my third time visiting tokyo after so many years had past.
My name is ZEHEN and i am an immortal, I've been alive for over 2000 years now.
Traveling the world and seeing everything what others dream to see.
"Whoever said that being immortal is fun can kiss my ass. "I said in anger as I watched the stars light up the night sky.
"It fucking sucks seeing things many call mysteries." I muttered to myself.
When your immortal you make connections just to see them grow old and die your friends,allies....family. To be honest it's a pain in the ass.
I've been to every country, I know and mastered every language ever created in this world.
I traveled and traveled to every part of this world. Time and time again I searched for any one or anything is capable of killing me!
"Even a so called God failed to kill me!" I said in anger while cluching my fists in atmost rage.
"WHY CANT ANYONE KILL ME!!!"
"DAMMIT!"
A week or so had past and I was at this place called the moob Cafe. Who in their fucking right mind names a place like that?
But not gonna lie the lady who works there is fine as hell.
"I will take the cheapest coffee you have, please," I said, my voice tinged with embarrassment.
"Uh....sure thing, sir," she replied, her tone polite but hesitant. To be honest I can't blame her.
A black coffee at a cheap price in my low budget and I gotta say it tastes like shit, what the hell!
"Can't believe this is all I can afford?"l muttered to myself.
"I'M IMMORTAL DAMMIT I SHOULD BE RICH.....FUCK LIFE!" I yelled at the top of my voice.
"Immortal?"
" Did you just say immortal?" A feminine voice asked, cutting through the air with a curious edge.
I turned back and to my surprise it was a young girl probably a high school brat,16 to 18 year old in the least.
She was shorter than I'd expected for someone her age.Guess the quality of women is hitting rock bottom these days.
"Huh...no I didn't," I replied, trying to brush it off. " Yes,you did! You just said you're immortal."
I raised my eyebrow scanning her face.out of my curiosity,I couldn't help but wonder, Does this kid have no father to go home too or something .
"What if i did."
"Then that would be amazing. "She said with
a big smile on her face as she was so over joyed with the thought of being immortal.
"Don't get the wrong idea,Immortality isn't something fun little game you brat," I snapped, anger dripping from my words.
"Would you see everyone and everything you live grow you love disappear from your very eyes?!"
Her smile slowly vanished replaced by a stunned silence.
"Oi oi!" A loud call echoed from a far distance and to my surprise two yakuza appeared right before me.
One with blonde hair and a dragon tattoo curling around his neck but what really caught my attention were his eyes there weren't just cold,they were the kind of eyes you see in a phycopath.
Then there was a tall guy with a left blind eye and a huge scar on his face but I won't lie though, it took everything in me not to laugh at his face.
But the way he carried himself,he was probably blondies right hand man.