It was the summer solstice. A time when sacrifices were to be made. The sun beams entered the canopy, shining through the rune stone in the middle. I felt giddy, like fireworks were exploding out of my chest, and soon enough, maybe…

There! The sunlight has touched the rune stone! I hold the ritual knife level with my hand and slice a part of my palm away. Sacrifices. Blood drips onto the stone like falling snowflakes. It spreads and there is silence and silence and silence.

Yes! Yes!

HE has heard my prayers!

After countless tries and failures, scouring the internet with a fine toothed comb, treading through old books and buying old manuscripts, HE has deigned to give his attention to me. The nine-eared Mekhambesahash has finally heard my prayers!

Silence! Sweet sweet silence!

More blood spilled from me. Mekhambesahash, the silent one, requires more blood for silence. I will give him that blood. For silence. The silence, the great Silence.

I have to live a normal life. My mother isn't the one to be strict, but she has a keen eye. She would see to my every need, no matter little or great.

"Hachiman, you're running late to school."

But she can never satiate my need for silence. I need quiet. True quiet.

The winds whistle in my ear incessantly. The bicycle I ride on crushes dirt and rock beneath it. The traffic blared its jams and noises and it's all so noisy, noisy, noisy. I want it to stop! I clutch my runestone. Mekhambesahash, I have no sacrifice for you yet, but soon. I will find the blood for true silence. The silence of the void. Where my ears will finally feel the pleasures of the music of silence. The very thought warms my groin.

I arrive at school, and the noise as people began to use their mutilated slits they call mouthpieces begin to flap, flap, flap away incessantly. Spittle drip down from their mouths to the floor, I hate it! I hate it so much! The noise! I can't hear Mekhambesahash!

Kawasaki Saki. With a name such a mouthful as that, I can't begin to pronounce it—Kah-Wah-Sah-Kee, Sah-Kee, too much of a mouthful. Too much usage of the cursed slits we are given. Why doesn't it have the sweet silence of Mekhambesahash? She enters the classroom. The screeching of the door opening maddens me. I can't bear it. I gaze upon her eyes. Quietly, of course, I am not ungentlemanly. She averts her gaze.

Yes. She will hear the great silence, soon enough.

…

I try my best to quietly climb up the stairs. The echoes my feet make still grate my ears. Oh how I wish I could live without feet. But alas, I have to make do with tip-toes to get where I have to.

I open the gate, the clang almost making me faint. There, I find her, smoking her life away. With a cigarette on her fingers and a nonchalant, languid gaze at the sky, I can feel the need for silence grow in her. She is the one. She needs silence too. A kindred soul.

I almost tear up. But alas, the great silence needs people to be silent.

"Kawasaki." The first time I open my mutilated lip flappers to speak in this noisy, barbaric tongue. I hate every moment of each 'so-called' word I make. My voice is hoarse, from the great Silence, of course. "Kawasaki, I need a moment. Please?"

She looks down at me. I can see the longing in her eyes as well. She wants it. She wants me to shut up! She wants the silence too, wants to cut off my lips, or sew them shut, or rip my larynx out of my throat. I didn't know. But I would welcome it, just like the great Silence would welcome her.

"What do you want Hikigaya," her flappers say. I can hear the grating of the teeth and the garbling of her saliva as it munches down on the cigarette. This person still doesn't know the true path to Silence, I thought. But I will show her! I will show everyone!

"Can you come down here for a moment."

She raises an eyebrow. Falling to the ground, with a thud, she dusts herself off. Noise is created, and I almost fell out of love with her. I whisper a name, Mekhambesahash, and did my duties as his servant to bring her into the great Silence.

Back at the clearing, where the canopy overhead, rustled irritatingly. But soon, I will have silence. No, I look at my beloved naked as the day she was born, in the middle of the runestone. We will have silence. Don't worry, I love you very much. This will hurt me as it will hurt you, but we will have silence.

I raised the ritual knife quietly into the air, and slashed it down to my stomach. I cut through, opening my chest cavity for the world to see. From the blade's reflection, I can hear my noisily beating heart beating incessantly. Don't worry, it'll all come to an end my dear.

I walked over towards where Saki, Kawasaki Saki laid. She needed a new name. Hmmm, how about Kahmekhasusak? Yes, a perfect name for a perfect girl. Her eyes widened at the sight of her lover coming towards her with his heart bared open. Yes, this is all for you.

She starts whimpering, her incessant whimpering irritates me. She's nervous, I can forgive that. But soon enough, she will be still. She will be silenced.

I raise my ritual knife high into the air, and plunge it straight into her stomach. Kahmekhasusak, you will be one with the great silence of Mekhambesahash. All will be together. I hug her.

Pure silence.

Upon the advice of council - consisting of me, myself, and I - I have decided to repost this. To those who warned me, with slanderous libel such as "No, Jin, this is crazy." or "Have you been taking your meds?" or "Please kill yourself so I wouldn't have to.", know that I respectfully listened to your concerns and I found them reasonable - but also know that I'm still doing this baby.

Signed,

Xynovitch