RARARA! VOLUME 1 CHAPTER 6-THE INFINITE LOVE OF A SERIAL KILLER PT.1
Earlier on that day. The McDonald's at Ikebukuro East Gate
Tanaka Tom had thought of many ways to ask Shizuo without pissing him off.
He just had to know.
It's been eating at him all day.
Was this Hitoshi as bad as the men said?
Maybe it was just a juvenile thing. He wasn't quite sure how to feel about it.
"Hey... Shizuo."
The blonde man in front of him with a bartender suit stopped sucking at his straw for a moment and looked up at Tom.
"Yeah Tom...?"
"Er... Can you tell me more about your high school year...?"
"...EH?"
Shizuo's veins started showing, his face turning into one of pure hatred and blind rage.
"High school? Whenever I think about high school... I think about that stupid fucking flea! With his stupid smug smirk! ARRRGH! It pisses me off!"
Ah.
How'd Tom walk into that mistake so easily?
He was planning for Shizuo to slip out information on this Invisible Boss but forgot all about Izaya.
"Ah! I'm talking about your happy year. With after school get-togethers and what not."
Tom hurriedly added before becoming the next victim. So much for being smooth. He was getting ready to slide off his chair and make a run for it if anything went wrong.
Surprisingly, Shizuo calmed down a great deal at hearing this and even chuckled softly.
"Huh...? 'Happy years'...? I like the sound of that... Ok. Well, Hitoshi-kun would make me lunch every day. So would my mom but to be honest..."
Shizuo laughed sheepishly.
"I liked Hitoshi's food much better. There was something about it. Close to perfection... Yeah... I don't suppose I could ask him to cook meals for me still..."
Tom waved the subject away as politely as he could, yet couldn't help but take this act of kindness as suspicious if anything. Once again, Hitoshi demonstrated uncharacteristic kindness towards Shizuo that had obviously not been shown to the terrified men he spoke to the other day. Tom knew he was missing something... But what...?
"Uh... Have you heard of someone in your school called the Invisible Boss...?"
He slid quietly off his seat now. He already almost made Shizuo snap. He wasn't going to take chances.
"Huh...? What the hell? No... I haven't..."
Shizuo became quiet as he thought for a moment.
"Well... There was this one incident... Now that I think about it..."
Tom raised his head in interest. Seeing as how this subject was relatively safe, he slid back into his seat.
"One student once mentioned it... Something about someone behind my back and to not touch a hair on my head... But that's bullshit. That flea Izaya was probably behind that lie... I never had anyone help me so..."
"Did anything happen to the kid?"
Tom quickly interrupted before Shizuo had a chance to think of other things Izaya was behind.
"... I dunno... Oh yeah..!"
Shizuo took his designer glasses off and stared directly into the eyes of Tanaka Tom with dead seriousness.
"You remember probably. He was the first victim of that sick bastard serial killer Loveless."
Moon?
Yeah, I heard about Moon.
I'm frightened.
It reminds me of those times when I was a little girl...
You don't remember?
There was this serial killer on the loose.
He was different.
He didn't only attack random victims.
He attacked at random times.
The cops would say they captured him then that exact night, another victim was taken.
His manner of killing was horrible as well.
Every victim had a heart missing. Their heart could not be found.
Besides that, it seemed they were untouched.
Until observed closer... Then you'd see the cuts. Barely anything. Really thin cuts.
But they were all over the body like somebody dissected them.
It sends chills down my spine just thinking about it!
The victims had some other injuries sometimes. But they were almost perfectly conserved. Like Loveless wanted us to find them!
To know it could be anyone... Anytime...
House attacks, street attacks, once they even found a guy in a restaurant!
Strangely enough, the first victim never got his heart taken out.
But on his chest, the words "unloved" were etched.
Victims like these were rare but sometimes it happened.
No one knew why.
Well, that's why he was given the name Loveless.
Ah, but we were talking about Moon, weren't we? Now that I talked about Loveless aloud...
He doesn't seem so bad...
Close to 12 am. A residence somewhere in South Exit, Ikebukuro.
The sound of a knife quickly slicing against fish filled the room. A small man who wore a surprisingly feminine apron skillfully cut a fish into pieces right in front of his roommate as he was creating kabayaki.
His roommate, a childish man with bear ear headphones, looked at this act with huge interest.
"I still don't understand why you always like seeing me cook..."
The small man in the apron growled softly.
"I'm sorry. I'm just always amazed at how well you cook! You're not even trying and your slices are perfectly thin! Cooked tenderly~! I'm shivering just thinking about it!"
"Well then quit thinking about it. Put the news on."
Akihiko nodded and rushed to get the remote, flipping the TV on and changing the channel.
On the news, another incident involving the notorious Moon aired.
Akihiko looked with interest and started giggling like an idiot.
Hitoshi growled softly as his cuts became more forceful against the fish.
"We haven't met all the players yet, Hitoshi-san."
"... I know... But this guy... Is so bothersome! Look at the way he flaunts! Signing his name on everything that doesn't move! What a disgrace!"
Akihiko thought about it a while.
"He should be...unloved..?"
Hitoshi's eye glistened dangerously.
"After we eat, we'll claim him unloved."
Hitoshi stroked a jar right next to him tenderly. His roommate began to giggle uncontrollably.
"Oh~! How exciting! Dinner and a show~! "
Hitoshi stuck his tongue out childishly at his roommate before continuing grilling kabayaki.
In the jar he had been caressing, there was a real human heart.
"Uh... Hitoshi-san...?"
"What is it now?"
The taller man sighed and looked back at his shorter roommate and smiled.
"That story today was boring."
"I know. But I shall love it anyways."
"Oh you're so noble~! Giving all that love to complete strangers! I hope the next story is going to be much more interesting!"
"We'll see..."
With a lack of the response he had hoped for, Akihiko continued looking at his roommate.
"So what should I do with the body? Dump it in the park? I'll have to clean up the blood from our floor then clean our dishes first though."
Hitoshi thought about it silently, petting the jar tenderly.
"Yes... It's been too long. Huuhuuhuu~! I bet Ikebukuro missed me! I'm back! Loveless will bring out the ugly side of this beautiful city and love it! And Ikebukuro will once again love Loveless!"
Both men laughed eagerly to their heart's content.
Akihiko simply couldn't wait for another story.
Hitoshi's stories were never the same.
They weren't his to begin with.
Hitoshi just collected them.
In a jar.
This was bad. Really bad.
It must've had something to do was those damn heartless bodies.
Just because I signed them...
Moon was scanning over the comments on the web about Moon.
He had still gotten a few "Scary" comments but those were rare now.
It was all
"Copycat"
"Cliché"
"Nothing new"
"Like Loveless"
Like Loveless...? Who is this other mysterious killer he stole the work from...?
Dammit. He should've never stumbled on that stupid dead body. He should've never searched for more of those bodies to make his mark on them.
This was all going to hell.
Moon gritted his teeth. He clenched and unclenched his fists. Such an anger he never felt before boiled in the pit of his stomach.
He was losing it.
The fame.
It was that damn Nakura's fault!
If he didn't bother him, he wouldn't have been so ambitious!
Moon hurriedly picked up his knife and knocked his door down.
They wanted something different?
He'd give them something different!
He won't come home until he's drenched in blood! Until the fame returns!
He'd kill whoever was in his path.
No one would be safe today.
No one.