6. Ainz Ooal Gown Mafia

AN: Mafia inspired AU. Or the gist of it, I think.

Humans were used to such oddly grown limbs or a genetic mutation that made one look closely resembling an animal. It was a rare mutation, and there were times where people would shun the person who had that mutation or praised it as if it was a miracle. It wasn't odd, but it was something that had not bothered a lot of people due to its rarity.

However, this had all changed when a family had found their daughter grew a pair of wings on her back after she had fallen off a building by accident.

After this mysterious discovery, the Health and Science Research tried to solve this odd miracle, but was stumped when more and more people appear with various transformations. Some had tiny transformations, like an animal tail or a wing, but many had gone into full transformation, all losing their human form. Many, share the similar characteristics of many mythical creatures.

The scientists around the world had no clue as to why many of these transformations were connected to the mythical beings, like dryads and mermaids. However, despite the odd genetic mutations, they all agreed that the transformation could only occur when a human was either in an extreme, traumatic, or stressful situation.

Due to the increasing amount of Heteromorphs around the world, every country took the situation differently.

There are few countries that declared the Heteromorphs share the same human rights and should live in peace with the humans, some have passed the laws that protects the Heteromorphs from being attacked and there are many, who have pushed the Heteromorphs as a second-class citizen and have no rights to certain things.

Japan is one of the latter. Despite that they have given the rights to the sudden development of Heteromorphs, their treatment for them was not considered 'nice'.

Youngsters who don't understand a single thing would tease the Heteromorphs to the point of humiliation and adults would berate them of their incompetence. Both school and workplace lacked much needed protection for the Heteromorphs. It was a dog eat dog world, but the newly transformed Hetromorphs kept their mouth shut and held it in.

Even if their treatment was bad, their living conditions were not much of a luxury. The Heteromorphs, both young and old, had learned to accept that and in their heart, hatred for humankind grew.

Many said that history repeats itself. Perhaps they were right, after all, who is creating whom?

-. -

"Momonga, it is time to wake up." Momonga groaned when he felt his friend shaking him awake from his futon. He wondered if his friend knew that he doesn't need sleep and he was awake the whole time, but he decided to drop it as he got up from his bed.

"You know that I don't need sleep and can get up fine." Momonga mumbled, "Being an undead kinda takes it all away."

"Even if you are all just 'skin' and bones, which sort of defeats my point, you can't laze around in your bed all day. Don't you have work today?"

If Momonga were still a Mortal, he would've pouted, but just like his friend when he pointed out his lack of organs and skin, he was only a skeleton categorized as an Undead. His Mortal needs were gone and even his Mortal emotions had disappeared when he was only a child.

Now that he think about it, he doesn't remember the last time he was a Mortal.

Momonga looked over at his old friend, Ulbert. Ulbert, like him, was a Heteromorph, but instead of a skeleton, he had a head of a goat with white fur running down to his neck and chest. Hooves digging into the old tatami, scraping the aged straw off from the floor as he walked around getting some stuff ready for the day.

To the Mortals, Ulbert is the exact definition of the historical, mythical creature, Baphomet, a Demon, which is a rare race. But, in reality, Ulbert confirmed that he's just a Beastman with magical qualities.

"I already ate breakfast," Ulbert continued as he put on his suit jacket, "you need to brush your teeth, wash your skull and get changed. It's 7:05 right now."

"7:05 in the morning?" Momonga asked, surprised. However in his mind he was screaming in panic, "We're going to be late."

Ulbert rolled his goat eyes and pushed him towards the bathroom, "Now get. I need to get ready to meet my client."

"Going, going..." Momonga sighed as he picked up the toothbrush, and began to clean himself for the day. He looked around for some items around his bathroom to see if he was low on anything and saw that his favorite bath slime was running out of stock. The undead took note of that and added that to his shopping list, maybe even ask Ulbert to get it for him depending on how late he'll be at work. The salesman then began to think back about Ulbert as he wiped the paste away with his wet towel.

Both were close due to their tragic background, Ulbert lost his parents from the company's terrible accident and Momonga lost his mother by overwork. Both nearly had failed elementary education and due to their traumatic loss of their parents, they became Hetromorphs at such a young age. However, both took the truamatic experience differently. Momonga didn't hate the humanity itself that had driven his mother to exhaustion, but to the company and Ulbert held onto the hate for the humanity due to how greedy they have become with power.

Momonga understood his resentment towards them. They are, after all, the reason why they are living like this. Mortal attacks on something they don't understand and they even prided themselves to be 'normal' human beings.

They really are, truly a monster in disguise.

After Momonga had finished cleaning his skull, he quickly changed to his dress shirt and suit for his work. He rushed back to his room, grabbed his reports and files, and then placed them neatly in his briefcase.

Another normal day of a salesman, he guessed.

"Momonga, c'mon." Ulbert called out, checking his wristwatch, "We only got 15 minutes before the train comes. Wanna go the Gate way or Normal way?"

"Gate way!" Momonga called back as he adjusted his tie and shuffled on his shoes, "it's not like Mortals haven't seen it before anyways!"

"Damn right." Ulbert muttered as he walked out of the apartment complex they've been living in. He walked further away from the building and opened a portal for both him and Momonga to go through. The Gate was a skill that every Heteromorph has, which was under the Government subject; Magic.

The Gate wasn't the only thing that is unique only to Heteromorphs; strength, regeneration, Alchemy and elemental manipulations are various skills that are unique to each Heteromorph. Thankfully, Heteromorphs were protected by the Magic Protection Law that was passed 37 years ago by the government.

However, that doesn't mean they are safe from discrimination. There are times where Mortals can refuse to service the Heteromorph and even has the right to kick them out of the shop. If anything bad had happened to a company or a store, the Mortal has the right to fire Heteromorphs when they have nothing to do with it. It was a huge inconvenience, but there was nothing much they can do.

After both have passed through the Gate near the entrance of the train station, they rushed through the train gate by sliding their ticket pass and up the stairs where the train would make a stop. Ulbert quickly looked back at his wristwatch and saw that they are on time, with 5 minutes to spare.

The train station was jam packed with Heteromorphs and Mortals waiting in line, but despite that both share the train station, they are still split with the signs reserved for Mortals and Hetromorphs only.

Even the train is split, showing the discrimination between the two races.

"I'll see you later tonight?" Ulbert asked as both waited in line. Momonga thought for a while and shook his head.

"No, I think the Mortals will make me go over-time..."

Ulbert made an tsk sound, "Of course, why am I not so surprised... Those dirty Mortals should at least appreciate that their company is still standing..."

"It's fine." Momonga soothed, "besides, it's not like this is the first time they've done this."

"Momonga..."

"Stop it," He groused, "it's not like the government or the committee will do anything about it. Even your law firm refused to do anything about it either."

Ulbert flinched at the truth and dropped it, but his golden eyes still shined with hate. Momonga doesn't blame him, even though Ulbert had proved the Mortals wrong that he can achieve things, he is still a Heteromorph through and through.

Both remained quiet throughout in the train ride and went their separate ways in different stops. Ulbert got off early due to him meeting the client at his office and Momonga's workplace is two more stops later.

"Ah," Momonga suddenly remembered as he got off the train, "I forgot to give Ulbert some shopping list..."

Momonga quickly took out his mobile phone and quickly texted Ulbert the shopping list. While the shopping list was short, there's no way that Momonga is going to end his day without a slime bath. Once he had received the confirmation from Ulbert, he continued on his way to work.

He looked back his phone to see that he only has half an hour to get to his workplace and he quickened his pace. He felt the sun's warmth and transferring heat of Mortals and Heteromorphs around him, but since he is an undead, he wasn't uncomfortable by the increased heat and entered in his workplace with no problem.

The company he worked for had a ratio of Heteromorph to Mortals by 1: 34, so he's a black sheep of the company and was the victim of harassment like any other Heteromorphs at the job.

But he stood strong, even though he's an undead and doesn't feel any resentment or embarrassment doesn't mean he was hurt by their insult. There are times where he would feel emotionally exhausted by this treatment and would just head straight to bed, feeling apathetic.

In worse case scenarios, Ulbert would to ask him for the name of the Mortals who had upset him. This actually happened once, when Momonga accidentally blurted out a Mortal's name and next day, the same Mortal had disappeared without any trace. Momonga vowed to never utter any of his colleague's name to Ulbert, as he was sure Ulbert had done something to the Mortal.

He quickly went to his spot and paused when he saw the horrid mess on his table. The table was full of junk, empty bottles, ripped papers, probably a day old lunch box, as well as some odd liquid was found splattered all over his work-space.

It was no brainer on who had done this to his table.

He heard the Mortals stifling their laughter at his misfortune. Momonga said nothing as he took out a plastic bag out from his briefcase and cleaned up his table. As he cleaned away the empty bottles and trash, he found there was more underneath the whole junk.

Scratched words like "freak" and "monster" was written everywhere as well as phrases like "Don't come to work you freak" was there as well. Momonga sighed at such childish antics and tied the plastic bag together. He grabbed his briefcase again and took out disinfecting wipes with Lavender scent and cleaned the table with care. He took out another plastic bag and threw the dirty cleaning wipes away.

In few minutes, his table was clean, with the exception that it was scratched with words. Momonga didn't bother with it, since he believed that it would be a waste of time to ask for a new table. The whole thing would just repeat itself again.

After waiting few more minutes until the starting time had happened, Momonga carefully took out his files and paperwork and set them at his 'output' basket. At the same time, the boss of the section entered in, greeting everyone. They began their routine by the morning meeting as he listened to his boss's speech about doing their work well and telling everyone good luck on their hard work for today.

After the morning meeting, he looked at his schedule today to see that he had a meeting with another company, which won't start in about two hours. Momonga quickly picked up his phone and called them, reminding them of the meeting they have in two hours. After making a call, he checked his briefcase for any missing items and with a nod; he walked out of his company and back to the train station where he'll take few stops to meet with the other companies.

That was how the life as a salesman works in Tokyo, Japan. It is a central place of business and culture, with various rich history of outside influence that made Japan the most unique country of the Earth.

But even that Golden Age was short-lived.

Businesses began to look in dark trades, new cultures over run the old, and the Government had become corrupt. Rich had become richer and poor struggled to survive through this highly techno-advanced corrupted land that was known as Japan. Many had confided to either sell their body or work overtime to help survive in this dark world.

The Rise of Heteromorph was one of them.

There were many rules and laws that were specialized for Heteromorphs only and Momonga had learned them especially from Ulbert, due to him being a lawyer. The laws were outrageous, but there was nothing that they can do since there were no Heteromorphs working in higher government workforce.

The rules were absolutely simple; if one had transformed into the Hetromorphs, it is the duty of the Mortals to turn them in to the government where the government will reassign them to a different location that was Heteromorphic community only. They don't care if you're a 2 year old or a 90 year old, they still can take you away from your only home and dump you in a new location, expecting you to survive.

Another rule is that Heteromorphs are not allowed to keep their Human Name, their old job or any of their possession. The act was a clean slate, a fate worse than death to many Heteromorphs who had Mortal families and friends, not knowing of their fate.

Momonga did not have any Mortal friends, as he didn't have many and his only family was long dead. He thought back to his mothe, who had been a light in the dark time of his day as a Mortal, sewing his torn shirt to making lunch for him in early mornings when she had double shifts at night.

He sometimes cursed the great god of time and death, who had taken his young, sick mother too soon in his childhood.

Momonga shook it off, he had no time to dwell in his old memories now, business comes first.

-.-

After the reports and files being turned in, Momonga wasn't surprised when his boss called him up.

"You, Skeleton," His boss grunted, "I want you to review over these files for me. I want these done by tonight."

Momonga wanted to tell off the Mortal that his name was not Skeleton, but he bit back his non-existent tongue, accepted the files and went back to work. As he concentrates on his work, he felt the sun's warmth going away as he flipped through each files. He can hear the buzz of the Mortals clocking out and laughing after their 'hard' day at work. The building was getting dark, leaving only his computer's screen as a light source.

He sighed, again and leaned back as a way to stretch, despite himself a skeleton, and counting the unfinished files he still have left to go. He thought back on what Ulbert had said to him and wondered if he was right about how Mortals should be appreciating his work.

Throughout his career, Momonga had fixed this company's problems more than once; their budget, correcting files, and organizing their paperwork. He wasn't much for a praise, since he was used to be in the dark, but now that Ulbert had mentioned it, he wasn't sure anymore.

"Ah, sorry. I thought no one was here." Momonga jumped when he heard a new voice and looked over to see he was not expecting.

The Security Guard was an insectoid, wearing the usual security guard hat and garment. Momonga couldn't help, but think that the insectoid to look like some heros that he used to see when he was little. It was quite a surreal image.

"Sorry, I wasn't expecting to stay here very long." Momonga replied, quickly picking up his unfinished files and placing them into his briefcase "I'll leave in few minutes, just give me..."

"Ah, no it's fine. You can still continue working...besides, it's not like the Mortal securities would care if I report anything to them..."

Momonga felt his hands pause, and looked over at the security guard, thinking to himself. Then he opened his mouth.

"Would you like some tea? I would like to have someone to talk to throughout my over-time shift. It kinda gets lonely here."

"Sure." The Security Guard continued, "My name's Touch-Me. You are?"

"Momonga."