Azuma-chan magical girl fan fic part 1

As he drove down the road at 1 in the morning, the young man cursed under his breath.  He was 31 years old and operated the family business which sold stuff online, mostly on eBay.  He was coming back home from a wedding for people that he didn't really know.  The bride was the child of his parent's church buddies, and since they insisted that it would not appear proper for the family to have only two people attending, he went.  It seems nowadays he does a lot of things for the sake of properness.

As he was barely staying awake and grumbling under his breath, it was entirely too late when he noticed the weird pink thing zipping across the road.  His 10 years old Toyota made a series of nonchalant sounds as it rolled over the mystery object.  Groggily he went out of his car to investigate, however his heart sank when he realized it was a little girl in a bizarre pink dress that he managed to hit.  God damn it.  His life is done for.  Thoughts of jail and lawsuits, crying parents and stern faced judges followed in his mind.

"Puchuuuu~" something whined in the dark.  The voice was saccharine sweet, but with just a tinge of malice in it.

"You broke it.  Now you must replace it, puchuu~".  The strange voice continued.  As he turned around to check, the young man came face to face with a strange pink creature floating in the air.  It looked too friendly.  Too cutesy.  Like a badly executed advertisement.  It reminded him of a commercial for cigarettes on TV, or advertising for pay day loans on the radio.

"You're lucky, puchuuu, I'll try something new and give you something extra, puchuuuu, since I don't feel like doing this again", the thing continued.

Before he can react a strange light enveloped the young man.  The light felt weird, as if it was alive.  It felt as if it was wordlessly communicating to him, probing the far corners of his mind, picking up bits and pieces of it to fit in some strange puzzle it was trying to complete.  His life flashed briefly before his mind.  It seemed to ignore the surface persona he's acquired for himself, the respectable small merchant and the good son, and had gone straight to the darker and repressed parts of his mind.  It shined upon his desire for power, for more control over his life, however little.  His greed.  His desire to sometimes to just walk away from it all.  Loneliness, and anger.

At the same time this light communicated to him new concepts.  New ways of looking at the world, and to see things that other people ignore.  It gave him new instincts to control the new gifts he's receiving on this night.

When the light faded away the young man was no more.  In his place stood a confused looking small girl.  She was short and neotenic in appearance, with a mop of scruffy dark hair that covered most of her forehead.  Flat chested and almost devoid of all female figure, she wore a simple black dress with nylon leggings and plain mary jane shoes.

"What the fuck?" the child who was formally the young man muttered.  She turned and caught a reflection of herself in the car's windows.  She stared in silence for a minute, taking the full changes in and tried to make sense of the situation, as well as the influx of new information in her mind.

At last, drawing deeply both on her past life experience and her new instincts, she appeared to reach a conclusion.

The young girl conjured up a large axe in her hand, and screamed "Die!!" as she lounged toward the pink abomination floating in air.

The creature smoothly dodged the attack, and smirked.  "Puchuuu, you're a lively one, I look forward to your performance, puchuu~" and disappeared into the night air.