TATSUYA
Yoshimi Kitada stepped outside her home and went to get the mail (as she did every day.) She pulled the day's letters out of the mail slot and flipped through them. Several were addressed to Saeki.
"Wrong address again…" Yoshimi muttered.
Just as she turned to walk inside, the voice of a police officer stopped her.
"Excuse me miss, but are you Mrs. Yoshimi Kitada?" He said.
"Yes, I am. Why do you ask?"
"I'm from the local police station, delivering some items used in an investigation. Can you sign here, please?"
He handed her a small lumpy package along with a clipboard. She signed the paper attached to it and handed it back. The officer thanked her and walked off.
Yoshimi arrived at her front door and opened the package. Inside was a child's drawing of his mother and father. The other item was a small bound book, a journal, with the name "Kayako Kawamata".
The Ju-on took hold of Yoshimi as she stared at the diary with all intent.
Later that day, Yoshimi and her husband Hiroshi were just about to eat breakfast. Hiroshi took a sip of the coffee and spluttered as Yoshimi fried the eggs in the frying pan.
"Hey! You changed the beans…you know I only like Blue Mountain…" he complained very loudly.
Yoshimi didn't respond, as if in a trance. She picked up the frying pan and slid the eggs onto Hiroshi's plate.
"Oh no, Yoshimi! You left the egg yolk! What's wrong with you today—" Hiroshi shouted but was cut off by a very audible THWACK.
Yoshimi Kitada had picked up the frying pan and brought it down with full force onto Hiroshi's head. He flailed around and fell on the floor. Yoshimi went to the other side of the table, sitting down and buttering her toast as Hiroshi flailed on the floor like a dying fish.
In the Japanese countryside far, far away from Tokyo, Tatsuya Suzuki had brought Nobuyuki and Kyoko to his parent's house in the hope they would get better after some fresh air. A thought lingered in his mind that it would take more than fresh air to make them well.
Tatsuya and his mother Fuji sat in the parlor as they watched Kyoko, dazed and pale, looking as if possessed. His father Taiji walked into the room, coming back from a healthy run.
"Taiji, please! We should take them to the hospital!" Fuji pleaded to her husband.
"What could medicine and doctors do? Huh?" He replied, bitterly but with remorse.
Tatsuya realized.
"It was the apartment…and the house."
"Yes. Kyoko has always been…sensitive. When she was a child, she could see things others couldn't. Kyoko, I think, is possessed by what possessed the house. This isn't just Kyoko's problem." Taiji recollected. At the end, he looked back at Kyoko, who was now rocking back and forth very slowly. Nobuyuki sat in the far corner of the room, watching.
Tatsuya got up and exhaled.
"I have some business to attend to in the city. Call me if anything happens."
And with that, he left the house.
As Tatsuya stepped out the door, his cell phone started ringing.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Suzuki?"
It was Mimoji, his secretary at the realty office.
"I'm calling because Kyoko's waiting for you here."
Tatsuya recoiled in shock.
"Um…tell her I'll be right over."
"Yes, sir." She said, and hung up.
In the Suzuki realty office, Mimoji was hanging up on her boss, Tatsuya. Across from her, seperated by a frosted glass panel, was what appeared to be Kyoko Suzuki.
It was, in fact, Kayako.
"Excuse me, but manager says he'll be a bit late today."
The woman behind the panel replied, "I understand."
Mimoji got up to see the woman, but upon view, she had vanished.
"Come in, Mr. Suzuki!" Yoshimi Kitada said as she welcomed in the real estate agent.
Tatsuya walked in the house with a smile. It was, of course, fake.
"This place has changed so much!"
"I know, hasn't it? I know this good decorator."
"Where's Mr. Kitada?"
"I'm sorry, but he's been out since this morning."
As Tatsuya walked into the admirable living room, he noticed the drawing by Toshio Saeki.
"Ma'am, how did you come upon this drawing?" he asked.
He turned around to see Yoshimi on the couch, her head hanging limply off her neck and her face obscured by her hair.
"I'm sorry, but he's been out since this morning." She repeated. The voice sounded oddly…different.
Back at the Suzuki household, it was apparent that Fumi had joined the ring of obscure insanity.
Taiji was in the parlor, alone, sipping some herbal tea.
"K…K…Kyo…Kayako is laughing! Kayako is laughing!" Fumi shouted as she watched Kyoko rock faster back and forth. Fumi then burst into insane laughter. Nobuyuki remained in the far corner, silent as a stone.
A meow penetrated Taiji's thoughts. It was coming from the back room. Right behind him.
He stood up, went to the sliding shoji screen, and slid it open. He saw the face of Toshio Saeki coming up from the bottom of the floor.
Taiji fell back and started crawling away in a futile attempt to escape. He looked up to see the ancestral pictures lining the wall had changed from numerous individuals to just one: Kayako Saeki. He looked into the living room to see Fumi, dead. He didn't know if Nobuyuki was dead or not.
Inside the room containing Kyoko, or what remained of Kyoko, Nobuyuki stood still, trying to block out the psychic attacks of the Ju-on.
The Ju-on realized he was strong, and it would take more to envelop him.
Kyoko wasn't Kyoko anymore.
She was Kayako.
In the Kitada house, Tatsuya was watching the ever so silent Yoshimi.
"Miss?" he questioned.
His cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
A loud meow was all that responded. As he beeped off the phone, he noticed the meowing continued. He glanced to see that Toshio Saeki was right next to Yoshimi, meowing into a silver cell phone.
Tatsuya screamed as he fell to the floor and backed into the corner. Yoshimi rose from the couch and towards Tatsuya, kneeling before him. She raised her head to reveal the face of Kayako Saeki, pure rage on her face.
Many hours had passed in the Suzuki home, and all the inhabitants were "dead". All except for Nobuyuki.
It was 5:30 in the morning, and Nobuyuki was on the bus to Tokyo, and had just pulled up to his apartment complex. He silently got off the bus and went into the elevator up to his floor. He arrived to his apartment, Apt. 205, and went inside. In half an hour, he had his backpack ready and he went back onto the Tokyo streets. He walked down the street towards Keisei Jr. High.