Author's Note

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TIP 001/008 – The Drowned Siblings

Report of Missing Persons 201606-0034
June 4th, 2016
Miyuki Akasaka
Submitted for peer review at 15:25
Approved by Station Chief Oishi Kuraudo 17:57
No secondary approval necessary (confirmed at Hida City Police Department Records Desk)
Hida City Police Department

Preliminary investigation. This document shall be appended with further findings as the investigation covered by its contents continues to produce results, but all current contents shall not be revised.

June 1st 2016

At 0500 hours district prosecutor Kanbei Maebara was last seen departing from residence in a black vehicle. The vehicle was initially determined by forensics staff from public camera recordings (documented footnote 1, 2) to have been a black 1990 Chevrolet Lumina. The vehicle was spotted heading due east on Highway 158 towards Matsumoto, Nagano Prefecture at 1430 hours. The reporting investigator gave chase based on an alert provided by officers stationed to watch the reported missing person from the adjacent residence. The reporting investigator continued to give chase until losing sight of the vehicle near Mt. Hachimori. Azumino Police Department was requested to assist, upon which the vehicle was found several hours later at 1830 hours abandoned by Akashina Station, with one license plate removed.

Forensics determined the following from the recovered vehicle: Articles of clothing belonging to Kanbei Maebara were confirmed in the trunk of the vehicle. A bottle of pills that next of kin Satoko Houjou was able to confirm belonged to the missing person was discovered and later confirmed through fingerprint verification. (documented footnote 3, 4, 5) The license plates used were not registered with any vehicle, confirmed with Tokyo Police Department at 1500 hours June 3rd 2016 (documented footnote 6). The make and model were confirmed to be that of a 1990 Chevrolet Lumina by investigators on the scene. (documented footnote 7, 8)

Further investigation into the nearby Shinonoi line revealed that the reported missing person was seen at Nishijo Station, Chikuhoku Prefecture, with three men dressed in gray with matching gray caps at roughly 1600 hours by a station worker. (documented footnote 9, 10)

June 2nd 2016

At 1200 hours by Kamuriki Station, Shinonoi Line, Chikuhoku Prefecture, a partially rotted dismembered organ was discovered by police with roughly a liter of blood absorbed into the ground near the train tracks. In collaboration with prefectural police from Chikuma City it was determined that the blood and organ belonged to Kanbei Maebara. Chikuma City Police Department and Chikuhoku Prefecture procedures made it impossible for the reporting investigator to recover the blood or the organ for further analysis. (documented footnote 11)

At 1600 hours, the reporting investigator's secondary on-site investigation revealed that the organ and blood had been moved to the tracks from another location. However, a third opinion revealed that this initially assumed premise was false (documented footnote 14). Witnesses reported the same gray-dressed individuals appearing in Chikuma City carrying a large black bag on June 2nd at roughly 0800 hours. (documented footnote 12)

June 3rd 2016

Another sighting of the group of individuals with the black bag, also on June 2nd, was reported by Hakuba Station, Kitaazumi District, Nagano Prefecture at 0700 hours. The reporting investigator's on-site investigation confirmed the story. (documented footnote 13) Investigation further into Niigata Prefecture was attempted but deemed impossible by the reporting investigator. Further assistance from Tokyo Police Department was requested at 1700 hours.

Dearest brother

Brother dearest

His vision is blurry, but he can hear her plain as day. He finds himself again sprawled out on that bedspread, his sister's petite naked form just below him, her hungry eyes and sleepy voice, with her heels digging into the sheets below expectantly pulling him back to reality.

His attention focused back on her, as she massages his lower abdomen he hoists her up into the air from her bottom. She was a tiny thing even now – even a complete weakling like him could manage this much. At first he holds her there, her legs wrapping around him and her hands running along the bad of his head and pulling at his hair, boring a hole into the nape of her neck with his eyes as his mind races, before throwing her right back down on the bed, grabbing at her small neck and kissing her long and hard.

She returns that as much as she can, her arms wrapping under his as she kisses him again and again, and as he runs his hands up and down her legs her breath only grows hotter, her voice begging him only for more. She would rub her thighs together on reflex as he squeezes her feet, and her voice would hitch as he flips her over.

And then, as it always was, he would simply hunch there, looming over her, and do precisely nothing with himself. His body trembles. He knows this feeling all too well. It's just like that first time. When he closes his eyes he can almost see it. That woman with her flowing green hair towering over him, her hands laced with his, playful, but overwhelmingly lovely.

But there's no end. There's no release. In fact, there really isn't any build up to that point. Really it's just the body that remembers the feeling. The mind knows what must be done, the body remembers – but neither one can accommodate.

The only thing that could come close to emulating the feeling of overwhelmingly sweet bliss from that first time with a woman he loved is naturally the exact opposite – the rough snapping of a precious taboo clean in half, not to the sound of a lover's gentle cooing and teasing but to the tired gasps of his only sister's aroused despair. And such is this skinship, mired in doddering indignation and one irredeemable sin after the next, unable to satisfy even that one need for which it exists at all.

The mind responds to her touch, her sound, her everything with a frustrated lecherousness. But as long as the body fails, and the mind gives in, the deed can't be done.

The wave of what the body pretends is ecstasy passes. The mind laments, and the body keels over in response. He can hear her finishing on her own from over his shoulder, and once she does, she presses herself up against his back, once again running her hands over his fair skin and planting small kisses along the back of his spine, her legs tangling with his. He can feel the dampness between her legs as she rubs against him, and his mind retreats further into itself.

And he lies there, murmuring to himself his usual depression, while she continues to touch him as though trying to provide some solace.

I shouldn't have woken up.

Things only got worse.

We should've just stayed a memory.

Shion.

I'm so fucked up.

Oh Satoshi-kun, why can't you fuck your own sister? You were a bit small, but this was so easy when it was the two of us. Maybe too easy.

Shut up. You're not her.

I might as well be. I'm the only thing you still remember.

The only thing – the only thing left is this limp fucking dick.

It wasn't your fault. You loved her, more than anyone.

No, it was my fault.

All along she thought you would come back like in a fairytale.

She didn't want to love a beast.

She didn't know what it meant to love someone forever.

Everyone else was right to have forgotten me.

Mental illness isn't your fault.

She should've just done it too.

No.

You don't believe that. You know it wasn't your fault.

No, they were all wrong. All of them. Shion too.

I won't be forgotten.

I won't let any of them forget me.

They'll remember me until the day they die.

"I'm here, nii-nii." His sister speaks into his back. "You'll feel better next time. I'm not going anywhere."

I can't leave Satoko here alone. Never again.

That's just an excuse.

Shut up.

You can't let her go because she's the only one you've got left that still wants you.

That's -

But how much longer before you'll throw her away, just like Kanbei?

I could never.

Of course you could. Because everyone's gonna remember you till they drop dead. And that won't happen – not while you're still human.

"Satoko." He speaks, barely above a whisper. She squeezes him tighter in response, her toes overlapping his. "Kacchan – we're not gonna see him again."

There's a long pause.

"That's okay." She whispers once it passes. Maybe she understands, maybe she doesn't. "We can start over. We're still young enough that we can."

"I don't know."

"I know you can." She whispers in his ear. "I want you to give me a baby, nii-nii. I want to be a real mother and I want it to be yours."

Aww, listen to her, Satoshi-kun. How sincere she is – I wonder, if you could get it up, how would you compare to old uncle Teppei?

Shut up shut up

Take your pills, little boy. Only way this is gonna stop.

"I always have been...Waiting..." She murmurs as she drifts off to sleep.

All she wants is a family. It doesn't matter to her what has to be done to create that family. That was the only reason why she'd agreed to everything in the first place.

Just think. After he made your uncle that shallow grave – how badly she wanted Kei-chan to fuck her lights out with that blood fresh on his clothes. Ahh, let's not pretend you don't know already – she wanted him way more then than she wants you now!

He separates himself from his sister, and stumbles over towards the bathroom. She gazes after him sadly before pulling the covers over her, hugging a nearby pillow closely.

Fumbling to open the medicine cabinet his pills all fall out onto the floor. He takes two of them off the tiled floor and swallows them down without any water. His vision goes red.

That sweet memory of Shion Sonozaki is overwritten with the reality.

He stumbles on one of the pills rolling across the floor, crushing it beneath his foot. His head crashes into the wall behind him.

He rises to his feet, his sister so used to the sounds bellowing from the bathroom that she doesn't so much as raise an eyebrow from her slumber.

He can only stare at himself in the mirror. Here's the next governor of Gifu Prefecture. Crocked out of his mind, impotent, stark naked in his bathroom with dilated pupils and twenty long years of constant regret dancing across the white in his eyes, covered in his own sister's lewd scent.

And there was no one left that could contest that. He'd cleared every single obstacle in his way.

It didn't matter what Shirakawa-go did with his gift. It didn't matter how they tried to brainwash that girl going forward. It was over.

The Sonozaki family was done for. A mere shell occupies what little is left of the estate after the police raids. He was the Sonozaki family now.

But he didn't see any of that. Looking at himself in the mirror, all that's there is a frail, sickly boy, without one tiny speck of a soul in his body. The same boy Shion Sonozaki watched lie in bed for five years. The same boy that woke up longing for a rebirth that never came.

This won't do.

This just won't do at all.

His world is murky, but his emotions are not. He soaks his head under the shower head nearby. Going through some cosmetics his sister hadn't touched in some time, he finds a series of hair dye bottles stuffed behind some dried out makeup kits. And with that he goes to work.

The king simply has to look the part.

We just have to mix yellow and blue, right?