Guess who is back!
(ﾟ∀ﾟ )*Angry crowd at the left*
( •̀ω•́ ) *Angry crowd at the right*
( O_ O) Uh…Sorry?
*Brutal beating out of screen happens* *Max crawls to the screen, all beaten and bloodied.*
U-Ugh. I deserved that.
I haven't updated this since July and we're already reaching September.
There is a simple reason that everyone suffers at some point:
Writer's block.
I decided to direct my attention on creating other fics.
But not anymore. I'm back. With a vengeance.
Oh, almost forgot. I re-wrote this.
Wot?
Yeah, I totally did. Well, I read this story again and I was like: Who wrote this?
Not to sound arrogant, but I want to believe that I got better at writing stuff. Of course, the ones who judge that are you, fic readers. Anyway, I just didn't feel right after that, so I re-wrote all the chapters. Didn't change important plot points but added more context and sort and corrected some grammar mistakes to make it easier to read.
So yeah, I'm back. Oh, shit, yeah…
For those who don't know yet, this is an Oregairu x Killer Killer (Who later turned into some kind of Danganronpa spin-off, what are the odds.) And may contain shonen-y stuff and Killer Killer elements.
None of those franchises belongs to me, otherwise, I would have given SakiSaki more screen time in the anime. Seriously, brain base, how could you do this to me?!
Anyway, I hope this chapter is to your liking and please, if you have anything to say, whether is good or bad, don't hold your breath.
Here is the chapter!
Chapter 9 "Killer Killer and Hikigaya Hachiman."
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How?
I was registering the house…there were no signs of struggle on the door…nor on the rest of the house.
That means that either Komachi went voluntarily, used some kind of play to draw her out…or was knocked out using some kind of drug…
How?
I was looking at the address that was sent to my phone…
How?
It was a building of 6 stories that was in a desolated place.
The kind of place where no one would bother you…
How?
HOW DID HE KIDNAP MY SISTER?
He was with me at that moment. We were in the train. He couldn't have made it here before me!
It also doesn't add to his M.O. He was following some kind of guideline.
He first killed one of my targets… then he got closer to me by searching my past…killing a guard in the process…
He was targeting Yuigahama, a club member and a…acquaintance in my extremely limited social circle (3 acquaintances).
Following the scale, it's highly possible that the next target after Yuigahama was a member of my family…
Yet…he skipped the rules…
Why?
He wasn't in a rush or on disadvantage… he wasn't in any danger…well…that would be another history if I caught him before on the train…
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Danger…
Why would he expose him to danger when he has the upper hand?
Was he getting confident?
Or…
It struck me then…
God damn.
I went to my room upstairs.
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The tune of a cell phone can be heard in the room. The man picks his cellphone and answers the call.
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"Hello there!" a female, cheerful voice can be heard on the other line of the phone.
"…" He didn't match her mood.
"Huh? Hello?"
"…You set me up" The man said in a low yet emotionless tone.
"What could you be possibly talking about?" the voice didn't drop the cheerful tone.
"He was there. The only way of him knowing is if I told him…or you told him."
"…Ahaha." the voice laughed awkwardly "Why are you so mad about?" She inquired.
"You almost gave me in silverware…what were you thinking?" Even if his tone was even, the woman could feel the hate and anger.
"Don't worry, I had faith in you!" She replied. He could imagine her smiling like an idiot.
"You didn't… if you are going to lie, try to at least be convincing." the man replied in a cold tone.
"…"The man could feel a smirk forming in the mouth of the person talking from the other line. "Well… you can't say you didn't see that coming!"
"I don't understand that twisted love you have for him…"
"Neither do I…but that's what love is about! You see him for the first time and your heart starts to beat a little faster…then, your gaze somehow always find the way his face, when he looks straight at your eyes, you broke eye contact almost immediately. When he talks to you, a smile crept on your mouth… and when you think of him late at night-" She explained non-stop with a sultry voice.
"Stop right here. I am not interested in hearing your perverted plays at night. I can understand you point of reasoning." He pinched the bridge of his nose.
"No, you don't." She retorted.
"I don't care. Although, I do have a question."
"What is it?"
"Why would you kidnap the sister of you lover and give her to a serial killer who plans to murder him?"
"I did play a prank on you, so what is better than handing you in silver plate what you want while you wait from the safety of your little kingdom to be even." The voice of the person took a nosedive when it came to her cheerfulness.
"What would he think of you if he learns the identity of who kidnaped his precious sister?"
"He won't. I mean, his 'precious' sister was kidnapped by a sick serial killer who likes to plaster dead people together in some kind of twisted statue." The man noticed that the word 'precious' was pronounced with venom and animosity.
"I see…"
"Also, if his sister dies, he would be broken and depressed…searching for someone to cheer him up…" The man snorted at this. What a rare form of showing love, indeed.
"I arranged a meeting with him. He should be on its way here."
"…You are going to kill him?" He could hear the woman's emotionless tone on her voice.
"Why yes. You wanted him to kill me before, when all the chances were against me, now, we are on even ground. Get rid of me when I was close to finishing our agreement. I think we're done here." The man said as if he was reading a report. "If I see you here, I will turn you into a fountain of blood." The man threatened the woman, his voice always even, with no change of tone.
"You are going to lose."
"You sound confident."
"I am. After all, he is the man that I love!"
He got tired of listening to this lunatic and cut the call.
Hypocrite as it sounds, that girl is a crazy business. He should kill her after all this, not only erase witness and evidence but because she walked him into a deathtrap.
Yes, he was angry. But he pushed the thought out of his mind.
He had business to attend.
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I was sitting in my closet. Why?
I don't know why, but…since some time ago, I happen to find dark and desolated spaces to be comforting, which is why I like to walk on the night, when there is no one but me, but being in dark and closed spaces makes me think better.
Odd. I have been returning to that old habit recently.
I was crossing my arms and had my eyes closed.
I re-read the email that was sent to me. Especially, examining the attached photo that was in it with great detail.
The email that warned me about Yuigahama, the email that saved her life.
The photo despicted Yuigahama's clique chatting around happily. With merry faces and laughs, they were quite the outstanding group. But I also failed to notice something someone else…
The person I wanted to kill, Sanada Yuichi. He was sitting 2 rows behind them, trying to pass unperceived.
Then it became evident. He wasn't the one who sent me the picture.
It was too risky. That part of the town was almost deserted at that time. If I had caught him at that time…
He would be dead.
I had a question then…
Who took the picture?
Whoever it was, she/he knew about Sanada targeting Yuigahama, she/he knew about me…and he/she knew about Killer Killer…
An accomplice.
…I think I understand what happened.
Whoever it was, was in cahoots with Sanada. That person was the one who stalked me and the one who took the pictures.
Judging by Sanada's face when he saw me on the train, he wasn't waiting for me to appear like that…
I'm assuming that person acted on his/her own accord by sending me the pictures, knowing that I would jump at the opportunity of getting rid of him…
That person also kidnaped my sister while I was out, using an unknown method and handed her to Sanada.
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I opened my eyes.
I was in deeper shit that I thought I was.
I have two loose ends that I need to get rid of. And there is also the fact that Komachi may know now who I really am.
I shuddered at the thought.
I opened the door of the closet and came out. Grabbing the equipment that I used when I killed Teruki, I went out by the front door.
I had enough of thinking.
It was time to act.
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I arrived at the place that Sanada indicated. It was an abandoned building in an ugly part of Chiba.
It was a 5 store building, with the 5-floor half-built.
It's quite possible that he is on the last floor, like some kind of Final boss but I shouldn't mix games with reality.
I asked Blade/Master to send me the blueprint of this building.
According to it, it was supposed to be an office building but the owner had several deals under a table and after a scandal, he was convicted of fraud. The building was left inconclusive and everyone forgot about it.
I was wearing my hoodie and had my knife in my pocket. I left the gun at home, hidden. I dislike using guns when I'm facing one opponent. Not because of honor, thing is worthless, but because I won't improve by using it.
Sanada doesn't look like the type that uses goons, as he went to kidnap Yuigahama on his own. Is also possible that his accomplice is there, but I doubt it.
Accomplice-san went behind his back to kidnap Komachi so is likely that there is an intern strife between them. Is quite unlikely that he would have him around when he already helped me before.
That said, I went inside the building.
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When I opened the door of the third floor, I widened my eyes, amazed.
The sight I was witnessing contrasted the dark, demolished look of the first two buildings. Unlike the cracked walls, the air filled with dust and the generally depressing look of the past floors…
This floor had taped walls, red and with rose patterns like those old English novels. Candles stick on the wall and the floor was immaculate. There were paintings hanging on the walls with different themes painted in red. A kid playing in the park, a woman and a man hugging each other, a cat sleeping on the floor…
The smell was pleasant. And it unnerved me.
I know the strong smell on this hallway is to mask another less pleasant smell.
The smell of blood.
I look at the paintings. That's not red paint but blood. If it's from humans, I don't know but its definite blood.
This guy is crazy but I already knew that. How much? I'm seeing it now.
Yes…
I smirked darkly. He is a hell of a practice target.
As I walked down the hallway, I reached a bifurcation. To the right and to the front.
I headed to the path on the right. According to the blueprint, it was supposed to be some kind of vault of sorts.
Maybe he has Komachi in there. I opened the door that leads to it…
And was punched in the face with a putrid smell. If I wasn't so accustomed at the smell of blood, I think I would have puked right now. But nonetheless, it was nauseating.
It was a dark room, with an emergency light, similar to Kuzuryuu's home that was giving some light to the place.
Blood was literally everywhere. Splashed into the walls, puddles on the floor… There was a generator on the corner that was supplying a refrigerator with power. I opened the refrigerator to see bottles and recipients filled with blood, probably for his paintings. Oh, there was also ramen noodles.
I also saw that there were the same creepy statues made of human bodies that I saw at Kuzuryuu's home, stitched in grotesque forms. A little further, there was some kind of box where human members were piled on, like it was some kind of trashcan.
This, without doubt, was the place where the 'magic' happens.
Hell, what kind of person he is?
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In the case of, I registered the box with human parts if Komachi was…already done. She wasn't here so I sighed relieved.
I don't know what I would have done if she was here. Maybe enter some kind of Despair event horizon and kill every person I came into contact.
But no more…
Hang on, Komachi. I'm coming there to save you!
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I went back to the hallway and was about to turn to the other path that was present…
When I saw a figure standing in the hallway with a sledgehammer on his right hand. He was wearing a white suit with over a white shirt and a black tie. He had light-brown hair and sharp, black eyes.
I narrowed my dead fish eyes. "Sanada Yuichi?" I asked the person in front of me, who stood there with a polite smile.
Kind like Hayama's. But instead of Hypocrisy…this one was full of superiority.
"Yes." His voice was courteous. "It's nice to meet you, 'Killer Killer'."
"…" I stared at him with caution.
"It came as a surprise that Killer Killer was a high school freshman. His killing began 3 years ago…so that would mean that you had 12 years by then…"
"13." I replied.
"Of course."
What's with this guy? Even his speech pattern is from old novels. Maybe he is like a Proto-Zaimokuza or something…
"I assume that you're here…for your precious little sister?"
"Stop stating the obvious. Where is she?"
"She is currently sleeping peacefully. I would rather not wake her until the preparations are finished."
I raise an eyebrow. Preparations?
…the statues?
"You made me come here to use me and make one of…'those' things?" I asked, displeased.
Sanada's brows furrowed. "…Things? I would call them artworks. Pieces of inspiration."
"…Really?" I deadpanned. "Your sense of art is pretty twisted. What you did on Kuzuryuu's house was just bad taste."
"…Kuzuryuu?" Sanada put his free hand on his chin, trying to remember something. "You mean #43?"
"43?" I inquired. "For someone who values art so much, you are pretty uncreative at giving it names."
Sanada made a sad face. "43 was just a 'dud', nothing worthy of my gallery. Something akin a sketch, if you think about it."
Not even a person, huh?
"So if that was a dud…what are you planning with me?"
"Not only you, Hikigaya-san."
…You aren't trying what I think you are?
"The correct question is… 'What you're planning with us?'"
…I see.
"You're awfully talkative." I didn't come here to chat with you. "You also seem pretty confident about yourself. Tell me…"
"Why someone like you would have an accomplice when he is capable of doing everything for himself?" It was pretty strange.
Someone as smug as him detest the idea of having a partner unless they don't have any choice.
His smile strained, albeit unperceivable for a person who wasn't paying attention.
"Hm…more than a partnership, it was rather a 'give and take' relationship." The annoyance on his tone was evident. "Though, I found about it was the latter rather recently."
"Give and take?"
"…My lips are sealed."
"So even when you're about to die, you would protect that person?"
"No, no. It's rather the opposite." His smile twisted. "Her beloved one will never know about her."
Beloved?
The grip on the sledgehammer tightened. "The time to talk is over, Killer Killer." His eyes were shaped in crescents. "Die…so you can be my masterpiece!"
He swung the sledgehammer horizontally, trying to hit my right arm. I jumped behind, successfully dodging the hit.
When the sledgehammer hits the wall, a loud sound resounded the hallway. I look at the cracks that the sledgehammer left, slightly amazed. So he isn't just talk after all…
Before I can retaliate, he swung again, this time horizontally. I jumped back again from my crouched position, making a rather long distance between him and me.
"For someone who prides on his art, your choice of killing weapon is rather messy." I mocked. "Maybe you aren't experienced in killing a prey that fights back."
Even with that huge weapon, he is rather fast and the hallway is rather stretch. I have to give him props for that. I was dodging every swing from his sledgehammer, trying to search for an opening.
"Even if you act tough, I can tell that you're scared." He retorted back, with an insane grin on his face.
"Not of you, of course." You're no different from the people I have killed.
"Of course not, but what about that cute lady sleeping upstairs." I widened my eyes.
"For her, you're Hikigaya Hachiman. Her kind, loving brother who would be for her. For everyone else, you're Hikigaya Hachiman, a loner. But tell me, does she know?"
"Know what?"
"That you killed her other brother?"
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I tightened the grip on my knife. I saw this coming. He ransacked my therapist's office. Normal patients' records from 2004 and onwards were digitalized on databases. Maybe…the chance was small but is possible that he found the physical file.
My patient files.
"This is the oldest tactic in the book, Sanada." I said, calmly. "You're not going to rile me up."
"Yet, it does work, huh?"
"…Unfortunately." For you.
"What do you think her reaction will be?" He smirked, delighted. "Maybe she will hate you? Will she still love you? She will be disgusted with you?!" He cackled. "That emotion…such emotion is what I want to capture with my masterpiece."
Do…you want to use Komachi for that purpose?
He advanced at me with his sledgehammer prepared. "So be a good boy and die!" I saw him uplifting the sledgehammer over his head.
Now I can see his movements more clearly and this…this was the opening I was waiting for.
I lunged towards his stomach. He swung the sledgehammer down to me.
Blood was splashed down the floor. A loud thud was the cue for the sledgehammer to fall in onto the floor.
Sanada was sitting on the floor, sweat coming down his face. His teeth were gritting, trying to hold down the yell of pain that he was hiding down his throat. Blood was flowing profusely from his wrists because of the swift cuts that I inflicted.
Blood was dripping from my knife. A shadow covered my face as I looked down on him.
You're done.
"Ngh…" He groaned. "Heh…I guess she was right." She?
"…" I looked impassively at him. "There was none." I told him.
"Huh?"
"There was no beauty in your 'art'." I said coldly. He widened his eyes…
And his face twisted in anger. "What do you mean?!"
"Your art isn't beautiful. Is hideous." Yeah. That can't be called art. "Is not even deserving the name of artwork."
He snickered. "You say that because you don't understand the true beauty of my art!" He was making a desperate and unsightly face.
"I do understand It's meaning." I retorted. "And it's such a letdown."
"What the fuck are you talking about, brat?!" He spat.
"The only thing that your art conveys to me is how selfish you are. You killed people as if they were buying supplies on the market for your needs. Someone like you, who don't even see them as humans is expecting to convey feeling?"
"Someone like you, who don't hold live of people in regard, is expecting to use their death as a message?"
"Your…art is empty and simple. Not worth of being looked at." I finished coldly.
I walked towards him, with a red glint on my eyes.
"Let me teach you how is done…" I flipped my blade towards him, my eyes fixated in him. "This is how you do artistic murder."
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I quietly opened the door that was in front of me. I peered over the rupture to see the sleeping figure of Komachi. Her hands and feet were bound and both her mouth and eyes were bandaged.
"…" She was peacefully asleep, unaware of her surroundings. Maybe because of a drug or something. I don't see any sign of trauma on her head or her neck.
I turned.
"Hello, this is 110, was is your emergency?" The operator said on the other side of the line.
"I think I may have witnessed a kidnapping, sir."
"A-A kidnapping?"
"Yes. I saw how a man in his late thirties was carrying an unconscious middle school girl, both her feet and hands bounded."
"The directions?"
"Do you know about the abandoned building on…"
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W-Where am I?
My head is spinning…is like I slept in an uncomfortable position-
W-What?
I…I can't see!
I tried to move but I noted that both my hands and feet are tied. W…What is going on?!
My breathing was erratic. I can feel sweat is coming down my face.
Try to think…what happened?!
*Flashback*
After eating dinner with Onii-chan, who hurriedly went upstairs while yelling that he had Homework to do, I was cleaning the dishes while humming a song that I saw in the Opening of an anime.
I heard Onii-chan walking downstairs, fully clothed. I was surprised. It was only 7:00 pm and he would rather go out on a walk at 12:00 A.M.
It was a weird habit that he has. The doctor said that it was a form of stress relieving and that we shouldn't care until it got dangerous. Fortunately, it hasn't come down to that extent but I can't sleep peacefully thinking that he is alone on the streets.
I secretly sustain some Komachi points out of his score because of that but he doesn't know.
"Onii-chan? Where are you going?"
"Going to buy something for a science project." Science project.
"A science project? It's for school?" I asked him.
"Yeah. Damn teacher…" I heard him mutter. "Anyway, I will be back in a couple of minutes."
"Ok!"
"Don't open the door to any strangers, don't answer strange phone calls and never, EVER, bring boys while I'm absent, capisce?" He said in a threatening tone, narrowing his eyes like he was some thug.
"I don't understand your sister complex…" I recoiled, narrowing my eyes in disgust. "But It's kind of creepy."
"It's a sacrifice that has to be made. All to drive insects away." And with that, he exited the living room. "Be back in a second!" He shouted.
"Yeah!" Damn. I should've asked if he can bring me some sweets from the Convenience store…
I went to watch some TV before doing my homework.
Some time later, I heard that someone was ringing the bell at the door. Whoever it was, it was ringing it profusely.
I remembered Onii-chan's words. 'Don't open the door to any strangers.' It's not like I'm a primary school girl anymore…
And the way the person is ringing the doorbell…maybe he or she is in some kind of trouble!
I leaped over the sofa.
"C-Coming!" I shouted while unlocking the door.
When I opened it, I saw a girl that couldn't be older than Onii-chan. She was wearing a blue navy blazer and she had long, orange hair that reached her knees. She was sweating slightly and her breath was ragged.
"E-Excu…hah…" She tried to talk between catching her breath. "Excuse me…but could I use your phone?"
"My phone?"
"Mine's ran out of battery and I got lost!" The girls round eyes were watering. "Pwease, help me!" I was beginning to pity her…
"It's okay, please come in!" I smiled troubled.
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Everything went black after that.
*End Flashback*
Did…did that girl kidnapped me?
I should've listened to Onii-chan!
I flinched when I heard sounds coming from the door.
"…The…girl…man…kidnapped." I heard a male voice say. It sounded…young. It was different from the high-pitched voice of the girl or the fairly old voice of the guy.
"Please…police…" Police?
Is he calling the police?
Who…who is he?
I…I'm falling sleep again.
My head feels dizzy.
"…Sorry…" Huh?
Why…are…you…sorry?
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I arrived at the hospital, where the police brought Komachi. I asked the receptionist for her Door number.
I walked to the door with the enumeration and opened it. The classic sight of a hospital room was what welcomed me.
Komachi was resting on one of the beds, with her eyes closed. It seems that I'm the first one to get here. It makes sense, as this is the nearest hospital that was around. Mom and Dad may be rushing here GTA style…well, at least dad.
I took one of the chairs that were in the room and placed it beside the bed. I sat there while looking at the sleeping figure of my sister.
Hey, hey, there is drool coming out of your mouth…
I wiped the drool from her mouth with a handkerchief that was on the night table. Seriously, how uncute can you be while sleeping?
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After a while, Mom and Dad enter the room, both of them with concern evident on their faces.
Dad was a middle-aged man with a thin frame, dead fish eyes like me and a beard of past days. He had black raven hair slicked back and wears a blue disheveled business suit, carrying a suitcase on his right hand to fill the picture of a tired corporate slave.
I told them that there was nothing important and that Komachi was only exhausted. Both of them left a sigh of relieve.
Dad was sobbing, covering his eyes with his arm while Mom was comforting him-
Shouldn't be the opposite?
Dad, please, you're supposed to be the man of the house, or at least is what you say when you send me to buy beer.
I smiled softly at the picture. And took a picture.
This will be a good blackmail material against Pops.
I heard the knocking of the door and turned my look at it.
"If you may excuse me…" said a man's voice.
I saw another middle-aged man, but this one inspired respect. Nothing against you dad.
He had black, messy hair. It seemed like he had a bush on his head. He had black eyes and was lighting a cigarette. He was wearing a long, green coat over a white shirt with a yellow tie, he also wears black pants.
He was the definition of Hardboiled.
I blinked. No, really. Is like watching those old police movies that my mom loves again.
"Good night." He bowed at us. "My name is Kamitsuki Kento. I'm an inspector from the police." He presented himself.
An inspector?
"Oh, good night." Both of my parents replied and bowed in unison. I nodded respectfully.
"I have a few questions about your daughter's circumstances. If it's not too much trouble, could you answer them?" He asked.
Both my Mom and Dad looked at me. "Both of us work until late hours…" My mom said, ashamed. "If it's about answers, you should probably ask my son about it."
Kamitsuki nodded and looked straight at my eyes. "If it's not too much trouble…"
"It's not." I replied calmly. I have to get my act together.
"Could you tell me where you were at 19:00?" He took a notebook from his chest pocket.
And the interrogation began.
I told him that I went to a convenience store, in which I did really go. It was closer to the station and the café, so they have me on camera.
I also told him that I didn't call the police because I didn't think immediately that I was in front of a kidnapping. There are times that Komachi goes out with her friends or to the convenience store without telling me so I wasn't technically lying.
I related that I got back at the house at 19:30 and there was no one.
Of course, I deleted the message from the recorder.
Also…
Is it my idea…or I have seen this person before?
Is a strange sense of familiarity. Did I meet this person somewhere in the past?
After scribbling on his notebook, he looked at us. "I should probably tell you. Your daughter was kidnapped by the Serial killer that the press dubbed 'The Artist'."
The eyes of my parents widened. "T-That guy that…makes human statues?" My Dad asked, not believing it. His face went pale.
"Did…the police caught him?" My mother asked, trying to keep herself calm but failing at it.
"Yeah…kind of." He replied, with a slight redundancy on his tone. He explained that they found his corpse. "For now, we don't have any solid suspects."
So they are trying to keep Killer Killer existence as a secret?
Fine by me. In fact, I'm grateful.
"I would ask your daughter for more information but she has been through too much for today." The inspector said, pocketing his notebook. "If you have any information of interest or an insecurity, please call this number." He passed a card to my Dad, who took it eagerly.
"Good night." He bowed once more before going out of the room.
"What a strange guy…" My Dad said. "He didn't really give me the vibe of an inspector."
You too?
"But he looks like the protagonists on the Hard-boiled movies that I like…" My Mother said, tilting her head.
They entered into a pointless debate about Police and sharks. Shark? Where did that come from?
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In the end, Dad stayed with Komachi for today. Mom was exhausted so she went immediately to bed after she said goodbye.
I went to my own room. I immediately entered the closet, sitting between the wall and the door.
Old habits die hard.
I look at my right hand, where an item had place.
I took the phone of Sanada Yuichi with me. There was a last call at 19:25, which was 5 minutes before I got home.
Whoever it was behind the line, it had to be the accomplice of Sanada. The one who supplied him with information about me and the one who kidnapped Komachi. I looked at the phone with enormous interest and dread.
I called the number that was displayed and put the phone on my ear.
Who are you?
"…"
Since when did you start stalking me?
"…"
Why did you ally yourself with Sanada?
"…"
All of those doubts will be resolved-
"The number you've called doesn't exist." …now?
I sighed.
Life is not that easy for me, isn't it?
In any case, I will dispose of Sanada's phone tomorrow.
I came out of the closet (lol) and went straight to bed.
Tomorrow I will see Komachi after school.
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Ufufu~
Everything went as I expected!
Of course it would go as I expected, after all, is Kira-chan we're talking about!
Even when the odds are against him, he would come out victoriously!
Now, I'm watching my pic collection, which I have been taking shots since the third year of middle school.
Sorry that I'm so shy, Kira-chan.
I can't meet you now nor in any close future.
But I will keep an eye on you, of course.
Now that you're surrounded by pretty ladies, more than ever.
I closed the album and put it where my parents won't find it. They could get annoying if they do.
And went to bed, praying God to have sweet dreams that involve him.
Good night, Kira-chan!
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"Hikki…you look terrible." Yuigahama said to me, with a worried look.
"Why, thank you." I replied sarcastically.
I couldn't sleep well last night. For some reason, I keep having nightmares and unpleasant feelings, like I was being cursed or something.
"I mean it!" She whined. "Like, you always look like a slob, but for some reason, you look worse today?"
Hey, you look like a bitch with those clothes but I keep it to myself. Why can't you?
"I think is obvious." I yawned as I stood up. "I'm gonna find a place to sleep."
"Eh? But class is going to start- Hikki?!" I heard her exclaiming behind my back.
Just for today, I'm gonna skip class and have a nice nap on the outside.
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"Good morning, students!" Hiratsuka, with a loud greeting, welcomed her class to the first period of today.
Modern Japanese.
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Why does it feel like I just committed one of the worse mistakes in my life?
Huh.
Well, back on track.
Going to the infirmary is out of question. The nurse there is a friend of Hiratsuka-sensei so is highly possible that she tattles on me.
Dead end.
Going to my best place is also out of question. ED takes places there so Atsushi-sensei may send me back to class and tell Hiratsuka-sensei.
Another dead end.
So I decided to go to the rooftop, where there is absolutely no one at this hour. The population of delinquents are almost nonexistent in Sobu high, thank god.
I opened the door of the rooftop. The wind immediately hits my face.
I could feel the faint smell of tobacco.
Someone is smoking here.
A teacher?!
…no, that can't be. Every single one of them is in class.
So it must be a student.
Wow, I just thought about delinquents and there is already one in my presence? What the hell?
I felt like someone was staring me from above. I raised my head to look at the sky…and I saw her.
I was looking for a girl with long, blue-ish hair tied into a long ponytail. She has turquoise eyes, a beauty spot under the right eye. She was wearing the school uniform, though has the most disheveled and relaxed state. She has two buttons of her shirt undone and doesn't tuck it in.
"…" Who was she?
Not that I care.
I climbed the stairs, and now that I see her better, she was rather tall. Taller than me, at least.
I also saw the cigarette on her left hand. I raised my eyebrow.
"Hey, you can't smoke here." I told her.
And, boy, she glared at me. If I was a lower being, I would have cowered in fear.
"You're not allowed to smoke here." I told her again. "In fact, aren't you too young to start smoking?"
"What's yer business?" She asked curtly. Seems that I ticked her off. "It's not like I'm bothering anyone here."
"You are. I dislike the smoke's smell." I simply replied.
I mean, how can you sleep with the scent of cigarettes?
"Then why don't you go away?" Hoh?
"Why? Because I don't want to?" I asked ironically.
"Whatever. Is not like is my problem." She was about to put the cigarette in her mouth again…
She furrowed her brows. "Hah?" She looked over her hand…
"Looking for this?" I taunted her with the cigarette on my hand, between my fingers.
Before she widened her eyes, I threw the cigarette onto the floor and crushed it with my foot. "You should stay healthy." Man, I'm such a nice guy…
I dodged the punch aimed at my face. Seriously, why women are so violent these days?
"Why did you do that?" I inquired her.
"Ya piss me off. Acting so entitled like that." Was her response.
Entitled? Me?
Only with Yukinoshita.
"You're wrong. You're the one acting entitled here, miss." I corrected her mistaken statement.
"Hah?" She threatened.
"I mean, just because you dress and act like a Yankee doesn't mean that you are free to do whatever you want." I said. I mean, is obvious, right?
Is like those boring middle schools guys that go for a summer change. Dye their hair, get a mask or something and they think that they are hot shit and can do whatever they want because the other students are afraid of them.
Bunch of fools.
"W-What?!"
"Just because you're a violent delinquent doesn't mean that I should bend myself for you out of fear. Who the hell do you think you are?"
"I'm not a delinquent, yer ass!" She shouted at me, her cheeks tinted red with anger.
"Yet you ditched class to smoke here, threatened me, and tried to assault me with violence." I deadpanned.
"Why the hell are you judging me?!" She yelled back. "In the first p-mmfmmhmfm!" I covered her mouth with my hand.
"Shh…shut up." I carefully peered over the edge of the floor, an action that she mimicked.
"Huh…I was sure that I was hearing an argument…" The teacher scratched his head. "I guess my mind is playing me today!" He laughed to himself and went back.
I unhanded the disagreeable girl. "Stop making such a racket." I admonished her.
"You…in the first place, what are you doing here?!" She raised her voice.
"I ditched class to sleep here." I replied.
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The girl's eye was twitching as she glared at me, annoyed. "Yer preaching me when you're doing the same?!"
"I never preached you. I'm just saying that I don't like the smell of smoke." I replied, bored. "You're the one who blew it up out of proportions."
"You punk…" She growled.
"And also, I think you smoking is way worse than me sleeping. I mean, I'm not the one who will suffer cancer later." Unless life hates me.
"What the hell?!"
"Anyway, please don't smoke here. At less wait 'till you're alone to do that." I turned to climb the water deposit.
I was going to have a nice nap.
And the best of all…
Hiratsuka-sensei wasn't going to know that.
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"So you ditched class to sleep, huh?" Hiratsuka said, cracking her knuckles.
"…" I looked at her with a dead look. "Ok. When and how?"
"Yuigahama told me." Yuigahama, you bitch!
I glared at the recipient of my wrath, who cowered behind Totsuka, whimpering.
"Now, let's hear your excuse."
"Ahaha…" I laughed awkwardly.
"There isn't any, right?"
"Now, come on…" I extended my hand, making some distance between her and I. "Don't you know how much stress Japanese students are subjected to?"
"They literally spend a quarter of their lives confined in these facilities. Having to be around strangers and study for the-"
"Save it." She said. "I don't know how the hell I'm gonna punish you…"
"It may be not now, not tomorrow and not even this month…not even this year…" She closes her face at me. "But be sure, Hikigaya, that I will punish you. Severely."
"…Ominous." Maybe this is not the best time, but… "I'm ditching club for today, too."
"What?" Uh?! What is that black mist that's coming from behind you?!
"No, no, no. Don't look at me like that. I have a good excuse now." I tried to placate Hiratsuka-sensei's wrath. "My sister was injured yesterday, so she is now in the hospital." I explained her.
"Your sister? What happened?" She inquired, with a worried look on her face.
"Uh…she had an accident." I replied absentmindedly. "Nothing grave but she is released today so I will take her home with my Father." Maybe stop in the way to get something to eat. Assuming that Komachi coerce Dad to drop his wallet.
"I see…" She nodded, with an understanding look. "I assume that you ditched class for that reason?"
"Uh." I nodded. "I didn't get good sleep."
"Aren't you worrying a little too much because of a little accident?"
I widened my eyes. "What kind of brother would I be if I didn't worry like that?!" I answered, offended.
Hiratsuka-sensei was taken aback by the sudden outburst. She then sighed. "If you were like that with other people…"
"Why?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"Nothing." She dismissed me. "You're free to go, then. I will tell Yukinoshita and Yuigahama about your absence today."
"Thank you very much." I made a small bow. I turned and left the teacher's room.
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Me and dad were in the hospital room with Komachi, who was checking out of the hospital.
"Ok…I think it's done." The doctor said, giving a kind smile. "You're alright to go, Hikigaya-san."
Komachi smiled.
I sighed, relieved.
And Dad…
"jjksdjskflafasjkl!" Was…well.
He was hugging Komachi, crying rivers of both tears and mucus. He was trying to talk between chokes and sobs only to fail miserably at articulating sentences.
Well, I can't blame him. I would also lose my shit if my cute daughter was kidnapped by a deranged psychopath.
"He says that he's relieved." I translated the new language that my Dad was talking.
"I-I see…" Komachi was a little embarrassed at being hugged by a middle-old man choking on his own mucus.
"KJklsdjskdsjadksaldsajKl! jksdjxkcladsjaskdlsajdK!"
"He says that he is never gonna take his eyes out of you again and he will try to come back from job earlier."
"He doesn't need to…" She looked troubled, glancing back and forth between me and Dad. "After all, I have Oniichan!" She smiled brightly.
Ung!
That was a sneaky attack, y'know…
"That was high in Komachi points!" She raised her arm and struck a victory pose.
I smiled softly. Is okay that this didn't leave any sequels…
Or is just wishful thinking? I don't have time to think about it as I feel murderous aura coming from Dad.
He was glaring at me as if I was an eyesore. His glare was filled with hate and jealously…
You damn Daughter-con.
"Jksdjskdjaskalasfjksalfj!"
"What do you expect me to do?" I raised an eyebrow, a little irked. "I'm the one who spends the most time with her. Of course, she would be attached to me."
"jksdlsajdkflafjsafskalfsajfkasdsajlk!"
"You working 'till night is not an excuse. You're just whining out of jealously, grow up already."
"KLJASKLDJASKLDJASKDLASJKL!" He yelled incoherencies as he raised his fist.
"Wanna take this outside?" I cocked my head in a threatening manner as I rolled up my sleeves. "Come on!"
The doctor and the nurse were sweatdropping at the scene in front of them. "A-Are they always like that?" He asked, a little confused.
"Ahahaha…." Komachi laughed awkwardly while scratching her head. "Mah, I guess this shows how well they get along!" She giggled.
Indeed.
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My Dad was driving us home. Nothing here to add.
I felt that it was the right time to ask what the inspector asked Komachi. Also, I want to know how she was kidnapped.
"So, Komachi…did the police interrogated you?" I inquired Komachi, who was seating on the backseat of the car.
"Uh Uh." She nodded fervently. "Is kind of funny, that Inspector was a lot like you, Onii-chan!"
"In what regard?" Our cynical minds?
"You both dress like slobs!" What the hell? Is cool.
"I see…" I said exasperatedly. "Anyway…what happened?"
"Well, he asked me 'bout how I was kidnapped and what happened after." She said, tilting her head.
"I see…could you tell me about it?" I inquired.
"I would also want to know." My Dad, after wiping the tears and mucus from his face, was back at function.
"Ah, well…" She explained. "After Onii-chan left, I think that 5 minutes passed until I hear someone ringing the doorbell."
"You didn't open right?" I asked. "Right?" I repeated.
"…" She looked at me unflinching. "Teehee!"
"You idiot." I chastised her. While face-palming.
When I told you to not open the damn door, is because a reason. Not one that I'm proud of (is partly my fault), but there is a reason for it.
"Anyway…" She continued. "When I opened the door, I saw a girl-"
"Girl?" I inquired. "Wasn't the Artist the one who kidnapped you? At least, is what the police told us…"
"About that, I don't really know how I ended up in his lair…After I opened the door to the girl, she claimed that she was lost, I mean, she looked really desperate!" She exclaimed. "Wouldn't you have opened the door?"
"I would have slammed the door on her face." I said as if it was an obvious thing. I mean, a high school girl lost not on Shibuya or Shinjuku but a local district?
I mean, it's really fishy. And I think I know who is she talking about. That girl that was taking pictures of me on the tennis court.
"Of course, you would say that…" Komachi sighed, dejected. "If this goes on, Onii-chan will never find a bride."
"And he will never leave the house." My Dad mimicked Komachi's sigh.
"Enough." I said, annoyed. "After that, did he knock you out or something?"
"I don't know. I just turned and then, everything went black." Did she use a drug? Interesting.
"And you were unconscious until the police found you?" My Dad asked the most obvious thing in the world.
"Ah…" You were knocked out, right? "I woke up for a little time…"
…What?!
"Did you saw that guy?!" My Dad asked, almost immediately after hearing that.
"I was blindfolded…" She said, trying to remember. "But I heard something…someone talking over the phone."
Did she hear a conversation between Sanada and his accomplice?
"A man…calling the police."
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"A man? Calling the police?" My Dad cocked his head, puzzled.
It was me.
"After that, I woke up in the hospital…" She finished.
After that, we surfed to mundane conversations and stuff. So she didn't see me or recognize my voice.
Damn, I'm lucky. I sighed relieved.
I don't need other worries right now…
I still have another loose end to get rid of.
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There was a reunion on the police department of Chiba, one which Kamitsuki Kento resided. He was playing a record of an emergency call to his colleagues.
"Hello, this is 110, was is your emergency?"
"I think I may have witnessed a kidnapping, sir."
"A-A kidnapping?"
"Yes. I saw how a man in his late thirties was carrying an unconscious middle school girl, both her feet and hands bounded."
"The directions?"
"Do you know about the abandoned building on…"
"Do you know about this emergency call?" He asked the policemen, who nodded fervently. "This is the man that probably killed that crazy bastard of Sanada and saved the captive."
Everyone was already acquainted with the identity of the Artist. Name that the press choose but they found it tasteless and unfounded.
What he did was no art.
"And this is also…" He said seriously. "The only lead that we have about that elusive serial killer that has been in activity since three years ago."
"The serial killer that only kills other killers…Killer Killer." (A/N: This was written on purpose : V)
Everyone knew about it.
Since the murder of a pedophile three years ago, he has been killing relentlessly. His body count is already of 34 victims.
He was also smart enough to not leave any trace or clue about who he was. This was probably the only decent clue that they had about him.
They had to work with something.
"Judging by his voice, he is quite young…" A policewoman said, puzzled.
"Indeed." Kamitsuki replied. "He may be on his 20s or even younger."
Everyone widened their eyes. "But Inspector, wouldn't that mean that he is not even an adult!" One of them yelled.
"He could be an adolescent?" Other one asked, baffled.
"Let's not make hasty conclusions." Kamitsuki admonished his coworkers. "We only know that he is young. But is something."
He then showed the picture of a letter on the screen. "This was found on Sanada's chest pocket."
"
The true self…what is it?
If the true self exist, then change is a lie?
After all, is called true because is static. It doesn't change over the time.
Then, a person's change is a lie as well. Only a front to cover their selves of the eye,
A lie to deceit themselves, to fool their peers and the world.
Then, I guess change doesn't exist.
This occasion, I've come around an unpleasant street performer,
Who is truly an eyesore to my eyes, making such tasteless things and calling them art,
Using his demise, I was able to craft the sight that you now behold.
Trust me that we will meet again.
The evangelist of murderers,
Killer Killer.
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"Some of you are already acquainted with these letters." Kamitsuki explained. "They are the signature card of Killer Killer. He always leaves them on his victim's corpse. We sent them to a psychologist now, just in the case that they can update his psychological profile, I will disclose the results when I have them."
"I want you to search for witnesses." He ordered. "If they have seen a suspicious young man around the building…" He thought. "And Kuzuryuu's house."
"One of the Artist's victims?" A policeman asked.
"Yes. It's just a hunch…" Kamitsuki closed his eyes. "But is probably that he was one of Killer Killer's targets. Investigate him."
"I think this is a good moment to address another concern of the higher-ups." He said, both troubled and annoyed. "Many of you may feel that Killer Killer is doing what we're supposed to and support him. He has gotten rid of Criminals which we weren't aware of. People that otherwise, would have done a lot of damage to innocents." He said with a hint of understanding.
"But that's no way of doing justice." He raised his voice. "We are now here because we believe in a system. The system may not always deliver, but…Taking justice with our own two hands…would only lower our level to his. We're not in the wrong, he is."
"And we'll catch him." The cops started to clap at his speech.
"That's all." He waved his hand. "Briefing dismissed!"
After that, all the cops segregated around the station, carrying paperwork or making phone calls.
Kamitsuki sighed, tiredly. He didn't like to do these speeches but it was his duty as their superior to direct them on the right way.
He eyed a picture that was on a file next to him.
The body of Sanada Yuichi.
Found the same way as his victims, he was stitched the same style he did with his victims. But there was also a subtle difference…
Sanada's way of stitching was hideous. Like he just glued the parts together, without even caring about his victims, which was accurate, according to what they found on his hiding place…
Sanada was killed with a stab to the heart, with a knife that was missing from his own pocket. The way he was stitched was completely different. The killer was very careful at sewing the body parts on him. If it wasn't for the difference in the skin tone, no one would even difference.
The way he was positioned seemed like he was sleeping peacefully.
It was almost tranquil-inducing.
"Killer Killer…" He muttered. What kind of person is he?
Hmm…
He was also feeling rather inquiring. The name of the captive of Sanada…Hikigaya Komachi…
Hikigaya…
Where has he heard that surname before?
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No…
No.
No No No No No No No No No NonononononononononoNONONONONONONONONO!
This can't keep going like this!
All of these delinquents! All of these robbers! All of these filth!
How dare they do contaminate my beautiful city!
Cancer, disgusting, shameful, horrifying!
The police can't do nothing about it!
They're fucking worthless!
If…If no one does something…
Then I will.
Yeah.
I can do it!
I will do it!
Is in my hands to get rid of all this filth that has contaminated the city.
It rest on my shoulders this huge responsibility.
And so, the first arc ends…if we can call it like that.
For now, I tried to keep white Oregairu and Dark oregairu in different bottles, but now is time to mix it and make Gray Oregairu!
If you like this story, I'm thankful that I didn't waste your time making you read this.
Criticism is welcome, as always. Tell me if i did fuck it up somewhere, so I can learn how not to fuck it up twice.
I don't make any promises, have tons of shit to study, but stay tune! I won't disappear like that…until I have another writer's block and I don't think that will happen until I get to the end of the second arc.
A little hint about the second arc: SakiSaki will play a meaningful role on it.