He pulls out one of his old notebooks from high school from a closet, and sets to work, creating a code for himself so only he could read it. He studied this code, committed it to memory.

ᚠᛁᚱᛥ ᛁᛋ ᛁᚳᚻᛁᛗᚪᛏᛋᚢ. ᚻᛖ ᛚᛁᚹᛖᛋ ᚹᛁᚦ ᚦᚪᛏ ᚳᚩᚢᛈᛚᛖ, ᛒᚢᛏ ᛗᚪᛣᛖᛋ ᚠᚱᛖᛤᚢᛖᚾᛏ ᚹᛁᛋᛁᛏᛋ ᛏᚩ ᚦᛖ ᚪᛚᛚᛖᚣᚹᚪᚣᛋ ᛏᚩ ᚠᛖᛖᛞ ᛥᚱᚪᚣᛋ. ᚻᛖ ᛚᛠᚹᛖᛋ ᛒᛖᛏᚹᛖᛖᚾ 11 ᚪᚾᛞ 1, ᚩᚾᛚᚣ ᚱᛖᛏᚢᚱᚾᛁᛝ ᚪᚠᛏᛖᚱ ᚹᛁᛋᛁᛏᛁᛝ ᚻᛁᛋ ᚠᚱᛖᛤᚢᛖᚾᛏᛖᛞ ᚪᛚᛚᛖᚣᛋ, ᚢᛋᚢᚪᛚᛚᚣ 4-5 ᚻᚩᚢᚱᛋ. ᚻᛖ ᚾᛖᚹᛖᚱ ᛗᛁᛋᛋᛖᛞ ᚪ ᛞᚪᚣ, ᚱᚪᛁᚾ ᚩᚱ ᛋᚻᛁᚾᛖ. ᚻᛖ ᛚᚩᚹᛖᛋ ᚦᛖ ᚹᛁᛚᛖ ᛒᛠᛥᛋ.

ᚦᛖ ᚳᚩᚢᛈᛚᛖ ᛒᚩᚦ ᚹᚩᚱᛣ. ᚦᛖ ᚷᛁᚱᛚ ᚹᚩᚱᛣᛋ ᚪᛋ ᚪᚾ ᚪᚳᚳᚩᚢᚾᛏᚪᚾᛏ ᛁᚾ ᛋᚩᛗᛖ ᚩᚠᚠᛁᚳᛖ, 9-5 ᛈᚪᚳᛖ, ᚪᚾᛞ ᚦᛖ ᚷᚢᚣ ᚹᚩᚱᛣᛋ 10-7 ᚪᛋ ᚪ ᛋᚢᚱᚷᛇᚾ.

ᛋᚩ... ᛋᚻᛖ ᛁᛋ ᚷᚩᚩᛞ ᚹᛁᚦ ᛗᚩᚾᛖᚣ, ᚪᚾᛞ ᚻᛖ ᛁᛋ ᚠᚪᛗᛁᛚᛁᚪᚱ ᚹᛁᚦ ᚦᛖ ᚻᚢᛗᚪᚾ ᛒᚩᛞᚣ. ᚻᚪᚻᚪ! ᚩᚻ ᚻᚩᚾᛖᛥᛚᚣ, ᛁᛏ'ᛋ ᛚᛁᛣᛖ ᚦᛖᚣ'ᚱᛖ ᛏᚱᚣᛁᛝ ᛏᚩ ᛗᚪᛣᛖ ᚦᛁᛋ ᛠᛋᚣ ᚠᚩᚱ ᛗᛖ. ᚪᚠᛏᛖᚱ ᚪᛚᛚ. ᛁ ᚹᚪᛋ ᚩᚾᚳᛖ ᚪᚾ ᚪᛈᛈᚱᛖᚾᛏᛁᚳᛖ ᛏᚩ ᚪ ᚾᚩᛏᚩᚱᛡᚢᛋ ᚳᚱᛁᛗᛁᚾᚪᛚ...

((First is Ichimatsu. He lives with that couple, but makes frequent visits to the alleyways to feed strays. He leaves between 11 and 1, only returning after visiting his frequented alleys, usually 4-5 hours. He never missed a day, rain or shine. He loves the vile beasts.

The couple both work. The girl works as an accountant in some office, 9-5 pace, and the guy works 10-7 as a surgeon.

So... she is good with money, and he is familiar with the human body. Haha! Oh honestly, it's like they're trying to make this easy for me. After all. I was once an apprentice to a notorious criminal...))

He met up with him; somehow contacting him was easier than he thought. He'd been out of jail for years, but avoided Osomatsu; he'd bested him when he was ten, bet your ass he could do even better now. Osomatsu explained to him what he needed, and the sadistic bastard's grin grew with every word.

Apparently, he and his associates had recently happened upon an unwilling organ donor. She'd only been missing for a couple weeks, and not all of her had been completely disposed of yet.

Oh, what a perfect situation. Osomatsu made a private deal, purchasing not only her leftover bits, but also his services to put together a scene that would be very... heh. convincing.

He relayed their schedules to him, and any other information he'd need, including the fact that they'd offered Ichimacchan a key as they'd departed ways one weekend, but he heard Ichimatsu decline the offer, stating that he'd be liable to lose the key were he entrusted with it. And so, they agreed to leave it in a certain place, so that Ichimatsu could access it when necessary. While Osomatsu had expected something cliche like under the doormat or a potted plant, they instead put a magnet beneath the railing across from their door, and secured it there.

That was extremely clever, not gonna lie. Buuuuuut it doesn't do much good when other people can hear you.

The excitement on the twisted fuck's face when Osomatsu told him... Osomatsu had absolutely made the right choice in contacting him.

The depraved bastard had the entire scheme planned out by early the very next morning. The woman left the house, as usual, at 8 AM. The man, at 9 AM. Ichimatsu left at 1PM on the dot. The soonest anyone would be home is 5PM; 4 hours. Four hours to pull this off. He smirked and promised 2 hours.

Osomatsu stood guard as the others worked, one of them bringing in an unmarked truck and hauling in...dubious looking devices. Osomatsu didn't pay too much mind, and stood vigilant in his appointed responsibility (a strange thing for him, really).

Only an hour and a half later, the sweaty criminals were finished, and invited Osomatsu to see their setup. Apparently, they'd found a locked door which led to a basement. There was a bed there, love hotel-looking decorations, and some amateur-level toys, so it was likely the two would go down there to fuck so as not to disturb Ichimatsu with their activities.

Well, now, it was made to look like an absolute sex dungeon. The fluids from the condoms in the trashcan had been distributed among the various toys, machines, and other setups, that had been placed around the large room. The victim's blood and other things had been placed with careful precision among the things in the room, mostly to one specific set of handcuffs.

There were traces of the poor girl in every...eh. Proper might not be the ideal word...expected? Yes. Expected place. Everything was prepared proficiently and perfectly. As he and Osomatsu parted ways, he gave him an extra bonus for going so all-out, to which he gave that same disturbing, disgusting smile and the words dripped like mucus from his throat, "My pleasure."

These motherfuckers were professionals. There would be no trace of any of them leftover. And so, with everything prepared, Osomatsu went to a payphone, disguise in place and gloves on, and called in an anonymous tip. That an innocent, missing young girl, may have been abducted by this couple, that they'd likely ruined and beaten her, and eventually sold her organs on the black market. And that he suspected they might have a new victim already in their grasp.

The police had arrived within minutes. They had probable cause and broke down the door after no one answered. They quickly discovered the room in the basement, took swabs and analyses, and found that the bits they'd obtained belonged to three people; the couple, and the missing girl. The couple was promptly arrested, confused and terrified.

When Ichimatsu himself had returned home after caring for his beloved feline companions, he found police tape blocking his way. An officer approached him, and after explaining that he lived here, demanded what in the actual motherfucking fuck was going on, was told what the detective knew: that the couple had been involved in the abduction and illegal distribution of the organs of an innocent girl, and that there was a boy, obviously Ichimatsu himself, who was likely next on the hit list.

After being questioned and released, Ichimatsu realizes he has nowhere to go. The first people he believed in besides his family had been only out to kill him, sell his parts, and move on to their next victim. He hates himself for trusting them. He hates himself for believing there was a chance that vermin such as himself could deserve happiness. He doesn't even deserve a quick death. He deserves a painful, drawn-out death, starving and suffering in back alleys, comforted only by trash cans….