Nothing else to say here, just that thanks for taking your time to read this.
Chapter 2 "Hunting."
After I bid farewell to Komachi (she didn't want to leave) I was alone with Karaka
This man has already said, was in his forties.
He has brown hear with some white hair sticking out, he used the hairstyle backward and was sporting an incipient beard. He also uses rectangle glasses. His face is somewhat normal.
"Quite the loving sister isn't she?" I snapped out of my thoughts
"Ah…oh yeah…that was embarrassing!" I answer to him.
"Well, with that out of the way, Hikigaya Hachiman 16 years in his…first year of high school?" he looked confused.
"Yeah, some things happened and I got held back a year." I explained.
"It wasn't for being a delinquent, was it?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. I can tell that he didn't believe what he said
"Of course not, do I look like the aggressive type, doctor?" I replied.
"But you do have a good psyche, Hikigaya-kun, one would believe what you hide behind those clothes, It's such a shame you were born with those eyes." I was waiting for that.
The jab to my eyes, but I already understood that these magnificent eyes are not made for the foolish mortals.
"You overestimate me, sensei." I laughed sheepishly.
"To be walking after a run over by a car no less." He smiled somewhat amazed.
"We would like to make some tests, to make sure that nothing is broken. We wouldn't like to see you here again wouldn't we?"
"I would prefer not Okabe-sensei." I answer truthfully. "I don't really like the sight of hospitals."
True. I had to stay over on a hospital for almost a year. It's no wonder that I came to dislike Hospital food, hospital staff and Hospital bedsheets.
"Well, that's all Hikigaya-kun, pass a good night and hopefully we would have the test tomorrow by morning."
"Good night Okabe- Sensei." I bowed from my position in the bed.
He exited the room and I was alone again. I rest my head on the pillow and stare to the ceiling.
Nothing out of the normal. A normal, cool looking guy if you were a riajuu. If you were a loner, you would be uncomfortable at a stranger acting so friendly at you. He looked kind, amiable and caring.
Of course, if you're me, you can see the underline of all that. You could see…
That something is wrong with the guy.
He almost was gleefull when he mentioned my physic state and the look he gave me was unnerving…
It was a split second…
But it was a predatory look.
I know…
Because I have the same look now.
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It's nighttime.
I asked the nurse for Karaka and she told me that he was already in his home.
She asked me if I wanted to call him, I replied no thanks that I wouldn't want to bother him at late hours with a polite smile. Yes, I was amazed that I could smile politely.
This was what I was waiting for.
Most of the nurses, like corporate slaves, only comes to do the job when something is going wrong. Meaning that they only patrol the first floor and only come when they are called for… and sometimes they don't even come.
Seriously, you only have one job, women!
Anyway…
I was going all metal gear!
Well…
A moving card box would attract too much attention in an empty hallway so without that, I was sneaking in the hallways being careful of not being seen. I have knowledge of this place already as I came one week before entering high school.
To observe Karaka and to get information about the layout and the patrol turns. I should write a book of how to stalk someone. Maybe that way, I would meet a female editor, marry and fulfill my dream of being a house husband!
I got to the office and picked the lock. The wonders of what a clip can do…
With enough practice, it was an easy task.
This area of the hospital is almost deserted because of doctors are either at home or with the risk patients on ICU.
I went in, closing the door slowly, paying attention that it doesn't make any loud noise. I don't want to tempt destiny, he is always listening.
His office is somewhat normal, with few decorations.
The walls are brown colored, with white vertical strips. The ceiling was colored white, with a rather classical chandelier hanging from it. 2 couches are on the lateral walls and in the center is a coffee table… I also look that he have a desk with a computer and a Frigobar.
Probably to drink, he widowed recently so is quite likely that he is still mourning his loss.
I went to the computer and turned it on. The monitor lighted up, showing a picture of him and his wife, both of them dressed as a vampire and a princess on a costume party.
"Input password…" Oh, guess he wasn't one of those…
His password… is the name of his late wife…Hanako.
How do I know?
Well, It's a shot in the dark. I mean, he has a picture of both of them together on his desk and computer. In both pictures, he looks quite happy.
"OKABEHANAKO."
Password accepted.
Neat.
I search in the computer the files of his last patients. Huh, work, work, work…wait.
I clicked the file on sight, which displayed a medical record of a patient.
"Shimazu Gakuto…" The runner that died here.
I open the file containing the autopsy of Gakuto. Died of a sudden heart attack, previously hospitalized because of an overdose of steroids.
Steroids! I couldn't resist the urge of flinch.
Was I wrong?
No…
It's not…
He was stabilized before dying…
I need more information about his patients.
I keep looking in the myriad of files on the hospital database.
"Takuya Mooroka…" A young man who died in a car accident… Wow, I could have ended up like that.
An organ donor, one of the few in japan, with twenty years and a healthy person. Previously hospitalized a few days before because of a headache.
A few days before dying?
It was diagnosed as Acute Stress because of his exams so the doctor prescribed him benzo diazepam.
If…
If Karaka put another kind of pills on the recipient…like sleeping pills…
He could make the accident happen so he could put his hands on the corpse!
It's just a conjecture… I need something solid!
But what…
What is what he wants? Organs? From healthy people?
He cannot be picky, even with modern medicine advancing, Japan is still skeptical about organ donation, so the count of donors is relatively low.
And he doesn't make a body disappear. What is what he see in them?
Should I change my approach...?
No.
I'm on the right track.
Takuya Mooroka…
Is his corpse still here?
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Yes, he is!
I should get my hands on his autopsy for more information
I start looking into personal files, Most of them are pictures of him with his wife, It seems that he doesn't have any children.
His wife… is beautiful. Not her looks, but her smile. A kind smile adorns her face. A smile that puts you at ease, erasing all of your worries.
She looks happy with Karaka. The death rate started to go up 3 months ago.
I started to think.
Her death is 5 months ago, he took a one month leave, a blank that I couldn't fill. Whatever he did or Whoever he met, I don't know.
Did he start looking after his wife died? Did the death of his wife awoke something on him?
I looked at the picture of them. It was quite plausible.
It was recent, so it must be it. The death of her wife was what triggered him.
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I think it's enough.
I turn off the computer, not before erasing all trace of me and copying the important files to my phone.
…What the?!
I narrow my eyes when I noted that I had a new contact.
How do I know?
The only numbers I have are Komachi and my parents…
The ID is called…"My favorite Onee-san? " I muttered, perplexed.
Deleted.
I don't have time for this crap!
I turn my look to the Frigobar and is… Locked? I understand.
I would also lock my MAX COFEE stash, though, why would he lock it while being on the hospital?
I could pick the lock…but I don't have time and he would notice that someone was here because of the lock condition.
I took some pics to his files with my cell phone. Before leaving I took a last glance at a framed photo that was on the desk.
It was Karaka and his wife in their late 20s
How did his wife die?
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I went back to my room and changed.
My leg is better now, I heal fast… Ouch god fucking dammit!
I went to the basement being careful that no one recognized me.
I was barely a day so the only ones who knows me are Karaka and the nurse… and I'm pretty sure she forgot my existence.
I used the emergency stairs…I'm gonna treat myself the best ramen coupons can give me after this!
Right again my leg, I'm somewhat amazed at the lack of people or security here…could it be that someone invoked Opila Runs?!
I enter to the morgue avoiding the guard stationed there. This place is creepy… yet I feel at ease.
The morgue is composed by death chambers with the bodies and the stuff that is used to open them.
Scalpels, steel trays, that kind of stuff.
There must be a computer…or file record. Oh, look!
Further away is a desk with a personal computer and a file record. Possible for updating the most urgent files like the autopsy and stuff.
How convenient…
I began searching about Takuya Mooroka…
Nope, nope… A jump special…there he is. I take the expedient from the file.
As I was going to open it, I hear footsteps from the outside…
Shit!
I hide behind a shelf in the corner, looking at who entered. It was a frog-faced doctor… who somehow reminds me of a popular frog mascot that appeared on television?
What?
"…God this place is creepy…" You work here, though.
"Guess it's was nothing… " Yes, go away, I have work to do here.
"I told them to increase security here, damn those greedy bastards!" He yelled, angry.
…Increase of security?
He then slams the door while he leaves, obviously pissed. I, then, come out of my hiding place and go straight to the computer…
Knowing how old he is, he must be at odds with technology (Max3213 doesn't hold any responsibility for any fic reader older than 60 that feels offended by this.) and I just pray that he has his password somewhere…Here?
"…Handsome_BlackJack?" Heh. Good Taste.
I typed the password to unlock the computer and went to the Hospital's intranet.
Searching on the hospital forum, I found a private conversation between the old forensic and the director of the hospital.
"Be on high alert. There is some weird shit going down there. The last time an entire kidney went missing for Christ Sake!, I don't know how that even happened but if the board heard of it, we can go fuck ourselves to hell!" Wow… Language.
An entire kidney? I keep searching…It seems that Karaka and the old forensic called Takeshi are friends and he even comes down here to bring him lunch.
There is a message that asks him to lock when he is done…
He has full access to this place.
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I go back to my room.
There is nothing in his house. Only an altar with the picture of his wife. And there are no secret compartments or spaces behind the walls of the close.
You know, all the hiding places where you would hide your porn…wait… with the digital era…
Who buys porn these days?
Ehem…whatever.
About the house.
It's expected. He has regular visits from coworkers or family by the side of his late wife, also, community reunions, god I didn't know that still happened.
He doesn't have a private place or evil lair to his name.
But…
There is a place where no one bothers him without warning.
His office. Whatever he does or keep it is there.
That is his private place, a place where he is his "true self", a place where he doesn't have to pretend the kind, good old doctor.
A place that society doesn't know.
"…I need to see what it is hiding there" Concretely the only place where I couldn't look.
His Frigobar.
I need to see what is in there!
While thinking of that I notice that its 3 in the morning.
I need to see what is in there tomorrow!
I keep thinking of Kamakura and the last chapter of Chiba Ghouls while I drift away in my dreams…
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I awake from my slumber. Opening my eyes takes me a while to get accustomed to the shine of the place.
I sit on the bed, yawning loudly. I turned to the left to see a rather familiar sight.
"Yahallo!" Says the Short Haired Onee-san that ran over me. Familiar doesn't mean welcomed.
I go back to sleep.
I don't want to deal with this.
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I feel a creep in my thigh.
What the hell?!
I sat up almost instantaneously, glaring at the woman that just touched me unapropiatly.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked the sexy yet annoying woman that is currently looking at me while laughing.
I'm injured you know. And oversensitive to touch!
"Hikigaya-kun, you don't need to be so afraid of me, you know?" Said the short haired Onee-san.
"No…more than that, you're just annoying…" I said with a deadpan face.
This is getting bothersome calling her Onee-san.
"You don't need to bother, Yukinoshita-San…" Yes, Yukinoshita-san.
The name of the irritating lady is Yukinoshita Haruno.
Daughter of the CEO of a Construction Company and member of the Diet. I did my research. Thankfully it wasn't a mob family…
God, it would be annoying to clean the bodies…
I'm acquaintance with her from the car accident, and it seems that she somehow managed to put her number on my cell phone…without me knowing!
I'm both scared and impressed.
"Anyway…why are you here?" Yes, why? You already took me here (though, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you), what do you want from me?
"Mmm…" She put her finger on her chin making a thinking pose "Can I come here because I want to?" I made a disbelieving face.
"Why would you want to?" I'm not an esper or a harem protagonist who caught your look while heroically saving a dog. Practically, people would call me stupid for trying to save a dog.
I know I would.
"Because you are interesting, Hikigaya-Kun!" She said, giggling a bit.
"Hah?" I replied stupefied.
Could it be…? Smooth 8man Begins!
Wait… I didn't say anything charming or flirty to her…
Also, harems are BS.
Authors are too much of pussies to end it like that, so they chose the one that they like while breaking the heart of the others.
So much developing to just crush it in the most angsty way they can think of.
"Why?" I ask, what is interesting on me, anyway? I am just your average school student…At least in the outside.
"Is like you don't care how you are saw by people." Huh? That's it?
"Isn't that just being indifferent? That's not being interesting. It's just being arrogant or prideful. It can be interpreted in many ways." I explained.
"No, that's not it…it's more like apathy." She answers me, looking straight at my eyes.
She is studying me.
"I don't really care what nameless people says or thinks of me, that's just all" I shrugged.
Yes. I don't involve myself with people, what is the point?
Trying everything in your power to please your "friends" or getting thrown to the side?
Being in a relationship so superficial that they would dump themselves just for a more muscular guy or a girl with a bigger ass?
Treating people in a lowers society status like trash to improve your self-worth?
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I start remembering…what happened in there…
My expression sombered while I remember those memories.
…Betraying and backstabbing your friends in order to save your sorry ass?!
Truly disgusting, it makes me sick how they can be happy in such shallow relationships.
Why would I like to be part of such shitty style of life?
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Calm down…
I isolate myself from such useless practice, I don't find anything worth in being involved in the prattle of such frivolous organisms.
Faking smiles and laughs.
Fake care and worry.
…Faking emotion.
All of that to maintain a status quo. Truly stupid.
"…That's just how I am…" I mutter to myself "I don't understand what you are saying. I am just me, that's all."
"That just can't be all?!" She asked like a child that can't solve a puzzle. What do you want anyway?
"I just like to be alone and doesn't care about trifling stuff like that, isn't that normal in loners?"
"I can't stop the feeling that there is more into that, Hikigaya-kun." She looks at me expecting something, damn this woman had good intuition.
"Nope, just me being absolutely normal and boring." I replied with a forced smile. I am like that…most of the time.
"Normal people wouldn't call themselves boring and normal while talking to a sparkling beauty like me!" She then crosses her arms below her chest and emphasizes their size. What?
Is because of that? Damn…talking about overconfidence!
"…" I looked at her, tilting my head. "Acting like a slut won't work on me, Yukinoshita-san." I replied courteously.
"Hmm?" She hmeed. "What about this?" She leaned closer than before. I inclined my head away from hers, avoiding her look.
I'm still awkward with women. Especially when they are older.
"By the way Hikigaya kun… I couldn't stop thinking about." What now?
"You thinking? That can't be good…" I retorted. It seems that she paid no mind to my insult and stared at me…or rather, my body.
"Aren't you rather fit?" She asked, with a detective glare.
…Hah?
"I like exercising in the morning." I replied, with a normal tone. I like to jog and bike between locations because I don't like public transport. Too many people. There is always someone who accuses me of being a molester, a robber or some shit like that.
And I like to be in form. Is a necessity for my…extracurricular activities.
"Yeah… I can see that." What is she doing? Why is she getting closer?
She leans over me and starts touching my shoulder and my biceps like she was some kind of doctor doing an examination. Her hands feel nice and soft.
"…You could easily be even fitter than Hayato…" She mutter to herself.
Her breasts are in complete view, they are well rounded and they seem smooth… Have some decency, this is your body we are talking about!
Also, what is wrong with me these days!
"Hey, I would be grateful if I can have my body back." I said sternly.
Being in such proximity by a beautiful woman stimulates my senses!
…not accurately.
Being in proximity with another person trigger my danger senses to a full course. I'm overly paranoid about being with a person I don't trust.
Like spy movies.
I grab her shoulders. "Hikigaya Kun!?" Her eyes widened in surprise and she flustered.
It seems that she is not accustomed to touch…good to know. Maybe that way, she would leave me alone.
I gently push her off me. Even if I hate people, I still have manners when it comes to how to treat a woman.
I blame my mom.
And… my brother, who taught me that I should treat people like I would like them to treat me.
Not that I care anymore…maybe because of the memories that I remembered before.
"I'm uncomfortable with that." I said annoyed "You can't just touch people without their permission" Seriously that is just common sense.
We are not in America or France after all!
She sees as if I was an alien that just appeared.
"What, do I have something in my face?" I asked faking surprise, passing my hands over my face.
"…You are truly interesting…" She mutter in a low voice, but not enough to me.
I have good hearing.
From my loner's years. I could pick insults in a 5m radius!
"Ah!" She exclaimed when she saw her watch "I'm late!" Your fault not mine.
"Uh." I said hinting gratefulness.
She did pick this up and looked at me, with an unreadable face.
Then she smiled "Most men would like to be accompanied and touched by someone like me, you know?" she said playfully and with a flirty and inviting tone.
I lock eyes with her. It seems that she was caught off guard by my serious gaze and…blushed a bit?
"Yukinoshita-san." I said in a severe tone.
"Y-Yes?"
"Most men think with their dicks."
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After saying goodbye to Haruno, she gave me (Forced on me) her cell number.
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I am in my room alone, glancing at the ceiling.
It's time. (insert 4chan meme here.)
I sent an anonymous email to Karaka.
'I know your secret, come to your office at 01:00 a.m.'
I already know what he does with them, It was obvious, how could I miss such simple detail?
Something that the bodies have in common.
The pictures, the missing organs, the recently dead of his partner in living, everything.
He did everything…
For his wife.
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I received an anonymous message on my phone while I was in home. I unconsciously gritted my teeth when I saw the content of the mail.
"I know your secret, come to your office at 01:00 a.m." My secret?
What?
Who is this?
What does this guy mean by that?
In my office?
Could he…!?
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I go to my room. I open the drawer and take the gun that was hid under the drools.
A standard M1911 with a silencer. It was a gift from my father in law. To protect her.
She didn't know, she never knew. She would get angry at the thought of me having a gun. She was a peace loving woman, after all.
I close the drawer and grab my coat, where I hide the gun.
I start thinking who send that message to me. How much he knows…did he opened it?!
The frigobar?!
I start getting irate and distraught, my breath was ragged and I was walking back and forth. I'ts only when I look to the framed picture on the table that I can calm myself down.
There is a woman in her late 20s, using a white dress that complements her figure.
She is endowed and had a beautiful face. But that's not important.
Her smile…Her kind and innocent smile. The smile which I fell in love. I felt like I could keep going as long as she was with me.
Until she …She disappeared from my hand. No…that's not right.
It was snatched from me.
But don't worry, I will bring you, with me.
Together, my love.
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I am walking to the hospital, disguised with a long coat and glasses. I'm well known among the staff and it would be risky if I'm spotted by someone. I can't explain what I'm doing here when I'm not in a shift and the board is already keeping an eye on its employees because of the rapine on the bodies at the morgue.
I have to avoid getting identified at any cost.
I arrive at the front door of my office.
No one is here around this hour, as the attention of the staff is dedicated to the patients on high-risk and hanging around the staff room. Even more desolated with the security guards paying more attention at the morgue.
Is the perfect place to meet someone without anyone seeing or hearing anything…was this the reason of why he choose this place to meet?
…?!
The door is open. What is this!?
I open the door carefully and silently, peering over.
Is entirely dark. Except for a weak light, that comes from behind my desk…
My Frigobar!
I forgot any sense of caution as I rushed to the Frigobar, almost tripping with the coffee table, causing a loud sound that resounded in the room, but I didn't care.
They are going to spoil! My specimens!
I approach the Frigobar and examine it. The interior is still cold so it doesn't have much time opened.
..Thank god…
But who…
Who was the fucker that dares to play with me?
"Beautiful isn't it?" an unidentifiable voice alerted me.
I lose no time drawing my gun!
"Who is there?" I asked. If I start yelling I could attract attention, I can't risk losing the value of this place.
A quiet and deserted place, the last place this bastard will see! But I look at emptiness.
The light in the mini-frigorific turns off.
I lose my only source of light!
"…Damn…Where are you!" I muttered angrily, looking around me if something moved.
This fucking coward won't appear before me?
"Karaka-san, you had been a bad person…" the voice said to me, with a teasing voice.
I look at the source to see only darkness. Where is he?
"You killed Takuya Mooroka and Shimazu Gakuto…" Mooroka and Gakuto…
Those names!
"They are labeled in the boxes in the Frigobar." The voice says, with an amazed tone. "What a beginner's mistake…"
"I don't know what you are talking about!" I said . He knows…
"How cliché…but there is no point in hiding it, Karaka-san." The voice said, reassured. "You took their lives…for your own objectives and purposes."
"Wrong!" he is wrong. He just doesn't understand!
"You needed him to satisfy your twisted dreams." My dream, what the fuck does he know about my dream!
"What the hell are you talking about?!" I asked to the voice, how laughed derisively.
"I'm talking about your little pet project" My beating stopped.
What.
Is like time froze.
He knows… He knows everything…
The organs, Mooroka and Shimazu and my secret…
But that doesn't matter to me now. I look down to the floor.
"Pet…project?" I muttered slowly lifting my face
YOU MOTHERFUCKER
"DID YOU JUST CALLED IT PET PROJECT, ARE YOU MOCKING ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" I can't hold my anger and yelled at the black space.
This asshole is insulting it!
The voice sighed heavily.
"Yeah, I'm mocking you." his voice sounded detached. "You and your childish dream."
"!"
"You really thought that you could bring a dead person back?" The voice sounded distant. "People don't come back from the dead. It's unnatural."
"Of course, I can, I just need, need organs and blood!" I answer. I need those things, I can make her a body. If there's no way, I will create it!
Everything is possible. Human's possibilities are endless.
"Blood…" The voice sounds somewhat pensively "It was what the piece that brought me to you." What?
"The victims were organ donors, and they need to be healthy to create the perfect body…"
Yes, they needed.
"But you were beginning to despair, the number of donors and on top of that healthy ones were almost insignificant."
Yes, the sadly were.
"You started to steal organs inside the hospital, didn't matter if they were or not donors"
Yes, I needed them.
Because…
"Because of that, I knew what blood type you were looking."
"Type AB, the same type your wife had."
That's correct.
Hehehehehe.
"Hahaha… you are a clever one aren't you?" The little bastard figured out
But...
"What are you going to do with that information." I smiled
A big pointy smile adorns my face. He doesn't have evidence. If he leaves I will disposal of the evidence. If he recorded this conversation. I just need to wait for him to try leaving the room. When I hear the sound of the door opening.
Then, I will just shoot at him.
I will not kill him.
I'm going to take his organs while he is still fucking alive!
I'm will disembowel him!
I start looking at my surroundings.
My Eyes are getting accustomed to the dark. Where the hell are you?
"You are pathetic." the voice spat at me with disgust.
Pathetic?!
I frown my brows
"You couldn't accept reality and run away to a fantasy." A fantasy?!
"You needed to think that you were god and could bring people alive because you think you can do it." I can do it, I need more time!
"You can't and she's dead." She is NOT!
"She won't be coming back." shut up!
"This is reality… everything you did was useless. All the people you killed and defiled, all of that was for nothing." He said, sadly.
"You… are just an animal."
"IT WASN'T FAIR!" My wife, my Hanako.
Why did she have to die!?
I wanted to be with her, to pass time with her, having children
I WANTED TO DIE OF OLD AGE WITH HER!
SHE WAS TAKEN! I WILL TAKE HER BACK!
"And now… I Pity you…" the voice's tone didn't convey pity…it was rather…disappointment.
Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up
"SHUT UP!" you piece of shit!
"I WILL KILL YOU" I will!
"Kill me…heh." that fucker's voice sounded smug and confident.
"The hell!?"
"Did you kill anyone before with your own two hands before?"
Danger
That's the sensation I'm feeling now
Where is he?
I look to all sides while pointing my gun.
"I didn't come here to play or be Kindaichi Kousuke nor Edogawa Conan." the voice said with a bored tone…
No…
The shadow that took form in front of me said
It was smiling eerily
That silhouette…Was it…him?!
I point my gun at him
"DIE!"
To find no one standing
"I came here to kill you"
A voice sounded behind
I couldn't turn…
I was falling.
I felt something on my neck…something cold.
My throat was sliced. I saw blood splatter. My blood.
In a fraction of a second…
But…
I will be with my wife…My Hanako.
I can't hear anything, no sound
I can't see anything, everything is black
I…
Am I dead?
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I was currently at my home and Lazing around, watching TV with Kamakura.
Komachi was making dinner while humming the opening of a mahout shojo anime. I offered to make it but she declined. She says that is like a welcome meal from the hospital.
I thanked her… I have a really good sister.
Truly she is the best tier!
It's a shame…that I'm not a good brother.
Keeping this from her. My activities.
But… it's for the best.
It was my vow. I needed it. Practice…this is no more than practice.
I do not enjoy killing… I really not. (Don't listen to the jerk narrating the prologue!)
But this is necessary for me.
Is practice, after all. I have to repeat. And repeat.
I will keep doing it
I have to improve.
I will be the strongest and most feared serial killer.
Only then, I can avenge him, who died in despair.
My brother… Ryuuta.
I will find that psychopath, and bring his life for you.
I will kill him…in the worst possible way that I can imagine.
But… not now…
I'm not strong enough.
To kill him. Wait for me.
I will find you.
I promise.
And I don't make a promise that I don't intend to fulfill.
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Currently, I was awake in the morning, eating breakfast, one of the most important meals after MAX COFEE!
…What do you mean MAX COFEE is not a meal? Shame on you!
What was I doing again?
"Onii-chan, you're going to be late! To you the first day of school!" My sister yells at me, excited.
"…Oh yeah, the first day of school." I replied with a bored tone.
What a drag. Being with social monkeys in enclosed spaces makes Hachiman a dull boy.
"I'm going early." Komachi says after eating the toast in her mouth.
"You have jam in your mouth." I said while cleaning my mouth with a handkerchief.
"Eh it's Jammed?!" of course not. What are you, a rifle?
"It haves Jam." I stood up and clean her mouth with the handkerchief "Here."
"Oh! Thanks, Onii-chan!" You're welcome "Be careful going to school." Komachi waves at me.
"God must hate me if he makes me crash in a car in the span of a week." Or maybe I'm the holder of the imagine breaker!
Nah, couldn't be…it doesn't crush my illusions of being a house-husband! Also…is pretty useless in non-powered-AUs.
"Goodbye, be careful and watch both roads before crossing!" Komachi told me.
"I'm not a baby." She sticks her tongue at me. I smiled "Goodbye!"
I smile. When I see her closing the door. I frown, displeasure was a good word to describe how I feel.
"…hah…"
I stand up and grab my bags.
School.
I exited the door. I'm not excited about going. Scratch that…I was terribly and utterly annoyed. What do I have to learn anyway? I could study from the commodity of my home.(with the help of Google-sensei.)
Oh well.
No point in whining. I head to what is going to be my real first day of school (See what I did there)
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He was spooked.
He was currently in the morgue of the forensics department, for the autopsy of the body. He arrived recently, being busy investigating the crime scene.
"So, what do we have here?" The doctor asked him. He was a bald man with a black beard and a rough expression. He would look like a lumberjack if it wasn't because of the lab coat and the glasses.
"Okabe Karaka, 41 years old. He was a doctor at Taraka Rikou Hospital. Found at 9:30 am sitting on his desk. The nurse alerted security when she checked on him and found the stitches on his hand." He answered, reading his notes.
He looked again at the corpse that was laid on the table. He looked like motherfucking Frankenstein. It didn't help that he had the look of well…a dead body.
"Well…where do I start?" He was caressing his beard. "The cause of dead was exsanguination. There is a cut on his anterior part of the neck, in front of the vertebral column. It was a quick death, he bled out in less than five minutes." The doctor concluded.
"Yeah, I can tell that from the mess in the crime scene." There was a pool of blood a few steps from the body. It was obvious that the body has moved post-mortem. "Wait…the stitches are post-mortem?"
"Yes. He did it when he was already death. Also, he did it over it, like skin stitching that is popular these days…Is there anything else?"
"The state of the body…someone was holding a gun. We didn't found the murder weapon in the crime scene so I assume that the killer took it when everything was over. So that means that the one who was holding the gun was the victim."
"Meaning?"
"He had a gun. And still ended up dead. There are no defensive wounds so that means that either it was a sneak attack…" The most probable choice…
"or…?" The doctor asked, curious.
"He was too slow."
"Don't those mean the same thing?" The doctor asked, confused.
"Sneak or CQC? "He muttered, scribbling in his notebook. "I am ready, please start the autopsy, please."
"I will." He took a pair of scissors and cut through the stitches. "Huh?"
"What?"
"The stitches…the ones in the chest in Y form…were made to close the body."
"…Huh?"
"Is not skin stitching." He cut trough the stitches. It was then when the skin fell flat.
"…" he used some clippers to maintain the body open. He then took some organs out of-
"What?"
"These…were put there. Liver, kidney and heart." The doctor took each of them out. "…Detective. I don't think these are his organs."
The detective was bewildered. He remembered a Frigobar in the victim's office. He thought it was for samples. A doctor thing, not that it wasn't less creepy because of that.
"Yes?"
"There is something else." He took a…
"A card?" He passed it at the detective. He starts reading the card…
Was printed a message.
'Hello and good day…or night. It depends on the time you find this.
I am here to share an opinion. About love.
Love is a strange emotion. It makes you do things that otherwise, you wouldn't do…
Because they are extremely insane.
Love is a good drug. It can keep you happy, optimist, upbeat…and sane. No matter what happens, as long as you loved one is with you, everything seems better.
Love is a good trigger. If someone or something takes your most precious thing, it drives you crazy…crazy enough to break the boundaries imposed by society and law.
This piece is what is left of a good man, loving husband, and a kind doctor. Driven mad because of the void that was left on his heart.
We will meet again.'
The detective's face was adorned with a frown. A deep one. "Him again?!"
"What is going on?" The lumberjack doctor was taken aback by his sudden outburst.
"I am going to call the inspector. We have one of 'his'." He dialed his phone.
"…Him?" He said with a troubled expression.
"Yeah. The serial killer who only kills other serial killers."
The end of the note said:
'The evangelist of murders,
Killer Killer '
Your criticism is welcome here. Both kinds.