D RATED (17):
Contains graphic depictions of psychological horror, guro, and the occasional ecchi fantasy
Author's Note:
This is a novelization depicting the story of the Japanese Visual Novel 'ChäoS;HEAd NOAH'. Due to the incredible authenticity of the game and astounding effect that it left on me, I'd like to take the time to relay a translated version so my friends and those who don't often play games can experience the thrill as much as I did.
(All wording in this Prologue is laid out oddly for cryptic reasons. All chapters following will be laid out in the normal paragraph style.)
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Summary:
Takumi Nishijo is a high school student and withdrawn hikikomori who is not interested in the 3D things of the outside world. In his hometown of Shibuya, a mysterious serial murder case occurs and people start to panic. One day, when he is on the internet chat room, a man by the alias of "Shogun" suddenly contacts him and gives him a URL. Takumi inexplicably goes to the website and finds a blog image that suggests a next murder case... The next day, it really happens...thus beginning the Hell that threatens Takumi's life…and those around him.
Copyright Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, environments or storylines from ChäoS;HEAd. All rights and privileges come from and go to 5pb and Nitro+
If you are God, and the delusion becomes reality.
About what kind of the noids you get?
Is it the sensual world? The despotic society?
The destructive sanctions?
Or…
Prologue
A gaze falls from the sky.
Those eyes are always watching me.
The stare pierces through rain clouds coated in pitch black.
It pours down on me like the rain.
- Don't look at me.
My body won't stop trembling.
But it's more the cold rubble I'm sitting on than the chill
of the rain.
It's horribly cold…
An anonymous gaze from the heavens pierces me.
As if to escape it, I raise my head ever
so slightly, surveying my surroundings.
Therein lies a shattered city-
Therein lies despair-
Therein lies death-
Therein lies nothingness-
No one is here. No one is moving. No one is alive.
All I can hear is the sound of the rain,
continuing to fall.
This way everything will-
both alive and dead-
will it all be gently enveloped and washed away?
If all that happened was just a delusion, I'd be happy.
However, it does not seem to be so-
My body won't move. I can barely move my neck and eyes.
I'm trembling, but that's more than a physiological
phenomenon.
The action is involuntary. I don't want to shiver like this.
If I can't move it freely, then it isn't my body.
It's as if I was never born with my own free will.
No one knows where the soul is kept.
Despite that, how can anyone say for
sure that my soul is inside my body?
But-
If that's the case, then where am I?
Am I here?
Am I nowhere?
Suddenly, a sound that isn't the rain of death resounds,
throughout this broken world, where everything
remains at a standstill.
The source comes floating out of the midst of nothingness.
-Who are you?
The reason your skin appears so pale-
Is it because you're frozen from the coldness of the rain?
Or because you're already dead?
But, she isn't trembling.
And, almost hidden by her forelocks, these eyes-
-Don't look at me.
They seem terribly sad.
They seem infused with madness.
They seem to be reflecting nothing.
If-
If she and I are the only ones in the world,
if we continue gazing solely at each other
like this for the rest of eternity-
Would my world be reduced to what her eyes reflect?
Would her world be reduced to what my eyes reflect?
I am what's reflected in her eyes.
She is what's reflected in mine.
When I think about it that way, the world instantly becomes smaller.
"Hey-"
The lovely noise that abruptly reaches my ears-
She hangs her head-
and spreads her arms apart-
It's like she is trying to take off and fly away, taking aim above the clouds.
Or it's as if she were to catch all of the rain.
"Watching you-"
"Delusion…"
With the way she hangs her head,
there's no way I can assess her expression from my position.
Beyond the thin film of rain,
what kind of face are you making...?
"I'll kill you."
-An angel?
Are those wildly dancing feathers of light,
blessing me,
or else…
Ah… I see. I understand.
She'll use "that" to do me the favour of killing me-
She slowly drops to her knees before my collapsed form.
Even now, her head hangs down.
She softly reaches to embrace my head.
Relieved by the fact
that she isn't looking at me,
I simply surrender my body to her.
A whisper near my ear.
A lovely noise.
But I can't hear it very well.
A warm, soft,
tender, sweet sensation.
It's much like anaesthesia-
And mysteriously,
my trembling gradually starts to lessen.
Her faint breaths tickle my cheek.
A very sweet scent.
I abruptly feel a pressure on my chest.
The great sword she carries is
tearing the skin of my chest,
boring into my flesh,
threading between my bones,
and steadily sinking its way into my body.
Yet, numbed by the anaesthesia of her kiss,
I no longer feel any pain.
Because you kill me like this, so gently-
I unexpectedly become anguished-
I'm on the verge of crying-
To keep her from noticing,
I look past her head, up at the dark grey sky
that goes on dropping rain on us.
Is it the rain's fault that the sky is blurring?
My tears' fault?
I no longer sense that gaze anymore.
There's no longer anything out there.
As my consciousness dims, I stretch a hand toward the sky.
Somebody,
tell me,
Where might that sky of ours have gone-
