My Name Is...

My eyes swiftly dart open, just to be met with my bedroom ceiling above me.

"Aw crap," I say with a sigh. "Nope, still me." I roll over and slam my fist down onto my pesky alarm, effectively turning it off.

"Ugh, I hate having to practice waking up early as hell for the start of school," I I groan as I roll out of my bed and scratch out, my back letting out an unsettling *crack.* As I do so, the cat that was sleeping beside me -Mr. Kittles, a pure black cat with piercing light blue eyes- jumps up and does the same.

"But mom would beat my ASS if I didn't get up early…I KNEW I shouldn't have stayed up 'till three…"

Hey there. Nice to meet you…I guess. My name is Luis and welcome to the start of my story. My boring, average, completely normal story. I'm not some super cool manga protagonist, or something. I'm just me. Nothing of interest is going to happen in this story. Nope, nothing at all. Nada. Zilch.

I'm not really sure how to start off this story. I guess I'm supposed to introduce myself now, like in every good anime? And well, you have nothing more in front of you than mere words on a page, or letters on a screen, so it would be pretty rude of me to force you to have to imagine what I look like for however long this story winds up being. So I'll spare you the trouble. But, if you want to skip this next paragraph and simply imagine me as some tall, handsome, ripped hunk, I won't stop you now. Go ahead. Go. Skip it. Please.

Alright so I'm 5'4 which means I'm pretty short, I know. Go ahead, you can make fun of me, I won't mind. I'm used to it. Other than height, what do we have next, let's see…I weigh…a pretty average amount for a 5'4 fourteen year old dude, I'm not really fat or anything but I'm not super skinny. I have short, black hair and blue eyes like Mr. Kittles over there, and I'm pretty pasty. I wouldn't say I'm a full on ghost, but you can tell I dont go outside much. I'm a gamer, we do no such thing.

"Cat-Eyed." That's what people always called me. A Cat-Eyed Freak.

I live with my mom and younger sister Gabby, and Mr. Kittles, of course. My mom is a beautiful woman who looks a little too young to have a kid my age, which sure didn't help make me popular in school. My mom's eyes always look weary, it's rough when you have to support two kids and a cat all on your own. I don't think I've ever seen her angry before in my life.

As for Gabby, she's kinda' an asshole, but well, what else would I expect from a younger sister. The main problem is that despite being two years younger than me, she's waaaay more popular and athletic than I am. It sucks.

As for Mr. Kittles, he's a rare breed. Not rare in a sense that he's some fancy, rare purebred beast, rare in the sense that this cat loves the Hell out of me! You see, cats are typically tsundere like creatures, acting like they hate you and everyone and wish to never be touched, and they hope that you leave. But what they really want is to be loved! He's always hanging out in my room with me. And when I need to leave the house, you can bet that cat is tailing behind me or even riding on my shoulder! Maybe that's why I get a lot of weird looks from people...apparently having a fluffy kitty companion is deemed more of a feminine type of thing, and not nearly as tough nor as masculine as having a dog buddy. Dogs are too annoyingly happy-go-lucky for my taste. I refuse to let Gabby and my mom get one, no matter how hard they beg.

Now for my dad…

That's all!

I guess you could say I'm a bit of a cynic. I'm an asshole, tried and true, that's just who I am. It all stems from one instance in elementary school recess. Long story short, when I tried playing games with the other boys, I couldn't toss the ball back. I couldn't even catch it. I think you understand why. From that point on I was laughed at and teased. One would think that once I've reached middle school that the teasing would stop, but no, it kept going! I haven't made any friends since. Well…I did make one, but he's gone now. That's why I prefer keeping to myself. It's easier that way.

Oh well, that's it for my introduction.

I start my day off the usual way. Woke up, washed up, got dressed, the usual. Oh, and if you're so inclined as to be wondering what I'm wearing, I usually just wear the same black and blue hoodie and blue jeans. And my white and blue high top sneakers. Yeah, I wear a lot of blue, I know, it's kinda' my thing. Really brings out my eyes.

But when I flopped down on my couch that morning in the summer of 2016, I was expecting it to just be another average, boring day. Looking back at it, it's almost comical, seeing just how naive I was. How naive I was to the ways of this world. How naive I was to myself.

Oh yeah, remember how I said that this was my boring, average, normal story? Maybe my story was all that for the first fourteen years of my life. But on August 27th, 2016, my true story began.

The story of how I accidentally became the savior of the world.

How I became "Slayer Fūjin."