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+ | “People are like garbage.” |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“People |
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− | are like garbage.”</span></p> |
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+ | Whenever I saw people gathered, this line from a famous animated movie<ref>Castle in the Sky. This particular quote was simply replaced by laughter in the dub.</ref> sprung to mind. And I suspected that there were no shortage of people who shared my sentiment. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Whenever |
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− | I saw people gathered, this line from a famous animated movie<ref>Castle in the Sky. This particular quote was simply replaced by laughter in the dub.</ref> sprung to mind. |
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− | And I suspected that there were no shortage of people who shared my sentiment.</span></p> |
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+ | While this may not hold true for individuals, when people come together in groups it is due to hatred. They perceive other people as combustible waste and drop bombs in the place of incinerators. In any case, they can’t help their desire to set garbage alight. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>While |
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− | this may not hold true for individuals, when people come together in groups it |
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− | is due to hatred. They perceive other people as combustible waste and drop |
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− | bombs in the place of incinerators. In any case, they can’t help their desire |
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− | to set garbage alight.</span></p> |
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+ | Let us suppose that the entity known as God truly exists. That He is a being that transcends humanity and gazes out over Earth from above. If we hold that to be the case, then it follows that chaos and disorder please Him. God does not desire tranquility. This is surely because He is displeased when such inferior creatures lose themselves in delusions of grandeur. With His invisible hand, he leads humanity to the slaughter. He does this not for amusement, nor to stave off boredom, but because of a visceral disgust, much the kind that you or I would feel upon gazing on an outbreak of insects. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Let us |
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− | the case, then it follows that chaos and disorder please Him. God does not |
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− | desire tranquility. This is surely because He is displeased when such inferior |
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− | creatures lose themselves in delusions of grandeur. With His invisible hand, he |
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− | leads humanity to the slaughter. He does this not for amusement, nor to stave |
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− | off boredom, but because of a visceral disgust, much the kind that you or I |
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− | would feel upon gazing on an outbreak of insects.</span></p> |
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+ | I suddenly noticed that my reverie had delayed me in my task of duplicating the words on the blackboard, and I began frantically scrawling. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I |
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− | suddenly noticed that my reverie had delayed me in my task of duplicating the |
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− | words on the blackboard, and I began frantically scrawling.</span></p> |
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+ | I reflected upon my irregular thoughts. These thoughts were certainly not desirable. Perhaps the reason I was having them was because we had been learning about how the strong systematically weeded out all others across history? |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I |
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− | reflected upon my irregular thoughts. These thoughts were certainly not |
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− | desirable. Perhaps the reason I was having them was because we had been |
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− | learning about how the strong systematically weeded out all others across |
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− | history?</span></p> |
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+ | That was divergent from my ideals. The strong and the weak certainly did exist. That was why I was determined to become strong and, instead of plundering from the weak, extend them a hand of salvation. To lead them justly. That was the only method by which true peace could be attained. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>That |
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− | was divergent from my ideals. The strong and the weak certainly did exist. That |
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− | was why I was determined to become strong and, instead of plundering from the |
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− | weak, extend them a hand of salvation. To lead them justly. That was the only |
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− | method by which true peace could be attained.</span></p> |
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+ | What stood in my way, then, was the kind of evil that would consume mankind in irrationality. I had to destroy it. ...I see, my thoughts just now were the result of my hatred towards evil becoming misdirected towards humanity itself. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>What |
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− | stood in my way, then, was the kind of evil that would consume mankind in |
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− | irrationality. I had to destroy it. ...I see, my thoughts just now were the |
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− | result of my hatred towards evil becoming misdirected towards humanity itself.</span></p> |
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+ | Evil, huh. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Evil, |
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− | huh.</span></p> |
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+ | I gazed at the seat behind me. It appeared he was absent today, so the seat was empty. It was the seat belonging to a man who could very well be described as evil incarnate. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I gazed |
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− | at the seat behind me. It appeared he was absent today, so the seat was empty. |
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− | It was the seat belonging to a man who could very well be described as evil |
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− | incarnate.</span></p> |
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+ | In my sixteen years of life, I had never met a man so thoroughly twisted as Masato Yahara. The reason for that lay not in his depravity, nor in his stupidity. There were likely countless men more opposed to society and more idiotic than him. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>In my |
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− | sixteen years of life, I had never met a man so thoroughly twisted as Masato |
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− | Yahara. The reason for that lay not in his depravity, nor in his stupidity. |
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− | There were likely countless men more opposed to society and more idiotic than |
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+ | But upon drawing Yahara’s jeers, I recognized wicked nature for what it was. Masato Yahara was quite literally a monster. He consumes people in as direct a way as possible. His tentacles reach deep within people’s souls. His value system is so warped that the only way he can confirm his own existence is through the destruction of others. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>But |
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− | upon drawing Yahara’s jeers, I recognized wicked nature for what it was. Masato |
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− | Yahara was quite literally a monster. He consumes people in as direct a way as |
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− | possible. His tentacles reach deep within people’s souls. His value system is |
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− | so warped that the only way he can confirm his own existence is through the |
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− | destruction of others.</span></p> |
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+ | The runaway train that is Yahara long since became derailed. And he believes that by running people over, he can right his course. But such a thing is of course absurd. A derailed train cannot find its way back onto the tracks. It will simply destroy and kill everything in its path, only stopping once it crashes and destroys itself. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>The |
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− | runaway train that is Yahara long since became derailed. And he believes that |
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− | absurd. A derailed train cannot find its way back onto the tracks. It will |
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− | simply destroy and kill everything in its path, only stopping once it crashes |
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− | and destroys itself.</span></p> |
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+ | If left to his own devices, he will no doubt continue consuming people. Like a candy he’s grown bored of, he will chew up and spit out those precious, irreplaceable souls. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>If left |
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− | to his own devices, he will no doubt continue consuming people. Like a candy |
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− | he’s grown bored of, he will chew up and spit out those precious, irreplaceable |
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− | souls.</span></p> |
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+ | Modern-day laws are too lenient on such wrong-doers. But even though we all harbor such feeling of dissatisfaction, society refuses to change. A rotten human cannot be rehabilitated and will continue to rot, and much the rotten orange from a line in a certain school-based drama<ref>Akiyama is referencing Kinpachi Sensei, a Japanese drama from the late 70s. The line in question is effectively "one bad orange spoils the bunch," but Akiyama seems to have missed the message of the two episodes in question (Season 2, Episodes 5 and 6) which was that people and fruit shouldn't be judged along the same metrics. I had to track down and watch those episodes so I could get the reference. You're all welcome.</ref> will rot everything around it as well. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Modern-day |
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− | laws are too lenient on such wrong-doers. But even though we all harbor such |
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− | feeling of dissatisfaction, society refuses to change. A rotten human cannot be |
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− | rehabilitated and will continue to rot, and much the rotten orange from a line |
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− | in a certain school-based drama<ref>Akiyama is referencing Kinpachi Sensei, a Japanese drama from the late 70s. The line in question is effectively "one bad orange spoils the bunch," but Akiyama seems to have missed the message of the two episodes in question (Season 2, Episodes 5 and 6) which was that people and fruit shouldn't be judged along the same metrics. I had to track down and watch those episodes so I could get the reference. You're all welcome.</ref> will rot everything around it as well.</span></p> |
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+ | But the filthy rabble of our world continue wriggling about with nary a care. It’s repulsive beyond belief. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>But the |
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− | filthy rabble of our world continue wriggling about with nary a care. It’s |
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− | repulsive beyond belief.</span></p> |
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+ | Thus the strong have a duty to root out evil. In that act, they elegantly save the weak. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Thus |
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− | the strong have a duty to root out evil. In that act, they elegantly save the |
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+ | Ahh, it’s almost embarrassing how much I love justice, how much I want to become a hero. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Ahh, |
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− | it’s almost embarrassing how much I love justice, how much I want to become a |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'> </span></p> |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>On that |
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− | night, I spotted Masato Yahara on my way home from prep school.</span></p> |
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+ | On that night, I spotted Masato Yahara on my way home from prep school. |
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− | end, I tested him. It was a test to determine if his life had worth. He failed |
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− | spectacularly; in fact, he scored zero points.</span></p> |
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+ | In the end, I tested him. It was a test to determine if his life had worth. He failed spectacularly; in fact, he scored zero points. |
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− | I justly killed him.</span></p> |
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+ | And so I justly killed him. |
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− | first thing I had to figure out was how to dispose of the body. No matter how |
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− | never acquit a murderer. Thus I had to cover it up.</span></p> |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Because |
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− | he was planning on killing me in the first place, Yahara was kind enough to die |
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− | treated as a missing person, with nobody knowing the truth of the incident.</span></p> |
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+ | The first thing I had to figure out was how to dispose of the body. No matter how just my actions were, even if everyone approved of them, today’s laws would never acquit a murderer. Thus I had to cover it up. |
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− | was difficult to imagine the body going forever without being found. This |
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− | blankets and such lying around. The people who came and went were likely filth |
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+ | Because he was planning on killing me in the first place, Yahara was kind enough to die in a place where he would not be quickly found. The optimal outcome for me would be for his death itself not to come to light and for him to simply be treated as a missing person, with nobody knowing the truth of the incident. |
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− | autopsied, and the entire affair would then be handled as a murder investigation.</span></p> |
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+ | But it was difficult to imagine the body going forever without being found. This defunct factory had traces of people coming and going, with lanterns and blankets and such lying around. The people who came and went were likely filth of Yahara’s ilk. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Ideally |
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− | the body wouldn’t be found, and it wouldn’t become an incident. If I could dump |
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− | the body in the mountains without being seen, I could avoid being caught.</span></p> |
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+ | It would be best to dispose of the body somewhere harder to come across. If the body was found like this, it would be treated as evidence of a crime, autopsied, and the entire affair would then be handled as a murder investigation. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>But |
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− | because I was only sixteen, I didn’t have a driver’s license. I couldn’t think |
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− | of any way to transport my grim baggage without being seen.</span></p> |
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+ | Ideally the body wouldn’t be found, and it wouldn’t become an incident. If I could dump the body in the mountains without being seen, I could avoid being caught. |
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− | needed an accomplice. But who? My parents... even if they acknowledged my |
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− | recommend that I turn myself in. Even if they held strong convictions, people |
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− | who were faint of heart wouldn’t do.</span></p> |
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+ | But because I was only sixteen, I didn’t have a driver’s license. I couldn’t think of any way to transport my grim baggage without being seen. |
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− | I turn myself in. Nobody had as strong a sense of justice as I did, nor would |
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+ | I needed an accomplice. But who? My parents... even if they acknowledged my justice, the sight of a corpse would cause them to lose their nerve and recommend that I turn myself in. Even if they held strong convictions, people who were faint of heart wouldn’t do. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I was |
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− | at a loss. I couldn’t think of anyone.</span></p> |
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+ | I could think of a few adults I respected, but any of them would get cold feet once they saw a corpse, and without looking at the big picture would recommend that I turn myself in. Nobody had as strong a sense of justice as I did, nor would helping me provide any benefit for them. |
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− | couldn’t figure out my next step, so with some reluctance I temporarily left |
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− | the scene. If somebody happened upon this place, that alone would be curtains |
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+ | I was at a loss. I couldn’t think of anyone. |
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− | spurts of blood against my black uniform. After leaving the factory, I was able |
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− | to make my way to the station without running into anyone.</span></p> |
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+ | I couldn’t figure out my next step, so with some reluctance I temporarily left the scene. If somebody happened upon this place, that alone would be curtains for me. |
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− | it, it was quite a mental burden on me. As soon as I got home and layed down on |
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+ | I wiped up the blood from the knife and wiped down the places I had touched with a handkerchief to get rid of my fingerprints. Thankfully, you couldn’t see the spurts of blood against my black uniform. After leaving the factory, I was able to make my way to the station without running into anyone. |
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+ | All in it, it was quite a mental burden on me. As soon as I got home and layed down on my bed, I slept like a log. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I woke |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I could |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>So I |
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− | wouldn’t find it, then disposing of it. That conclusion hadn’t changed.</span></p> |
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+ | I woke up. Instantly, the gears in my head began turning. The first thing I did was check on my smartphone to see whether or not Yahara’s body had been discovered. I checked a number of news sites, but there didn’t appear to be any articles indicating as such. A real-time search didn’t show any traces either. |
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− | was no school on Saturdays, so I ran searches for terms related to the incident |
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− | on my phone while watching the news in the living room. It was odd for me to be |
||
− | fiddling with my phone instead of studying, so my family seemed somewhat |
||
− | suspicious, but I doubted they suspected me of murder. I needn’t pay them much |
||
− | mind.</span></p> |
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+ | After descending the stairs and offering rushed greetings to my family, I hopped in the shower. As I lathered my hair, I racked my brains for a way to dispose of the unfortunate corpse. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I |
||
− | wanted to transport the body by vehicle, but I still couldn’t come up with an |
||
− | accomplice. Although it was of course too late at this point, events already |
||
− | proceeding as they were, I began to regret having killing Yahara. If I had |
||
− | killed him in a more thought-out manner, I could have avoided this whole mess.</span></p> |
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+ | I could dismember it. But while that was the conventional way to transport a body, I wasn’t exactly inclined to. Even if it was originally the monster that was Yahara, it was unmistakably a human body. The psychological burden would likely be substantial. And in the one-in-a-million chance the body was discovered, the fact that it could no longer pass for an accident was another strike against this method. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>The |
||
− | next time I have to kill someone, I’ll make sure to think it out first.</span></p> |
||
+ | So I was back to wanting to transport the body as it was to somewhere people wouldn’t find it, then disposing of it. That conclusion hadn’t changed. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Someone |
||
− | I have to kill, on the same level as Masato Yahara. I wonder who that could be?</span></p> |
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+ | There was no school on Saturdays, so I ran searches for terms related to the incident on my phone while watching the news in the living room. It was odd for me to be fiddling with my phone instead of studying, so my family seemed somewhat suspicious, but I doubted they suspected me of murder. I needn’t pay them much mind. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“―”</span></p> |
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+ | I wanted to transport the body by vehicle, but I still couldn’t come up with an accomplice. Although it was of course too late at this point, events already proceeding as they were, I began to regret having killing Yahara. If I had killed him in a more thought-out manner, I could have avoided this whole mess. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>With |
||
− | that thought fresh in my mind, I thought of a partner. Returning to my room, I |
||
− | began to think of ways to sway him to my side. At the moment, he and I had |
||
− | essentially no common ground.</span></p> |
||
+ | The next time I have to kill someone, I’ll make sure to think it out first. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>But |
||
− | then I thought of an extremely simple method.</span></p> |
||
+ | Someone I have to kill, on the same level as Masato Yahara. I wonder who that could be? |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'> </span></p> |
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+ | “―” |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'> </span></p> |
||
+ | With that thought fresh in my mind, I thought of a partner. Returning to my room, I began to think of ways to sway him to my side. At the moment, he and I had essentially no common ground. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I spent |
||
− | the rest of Saturday preparing, and then it was Sunday. At three in the |
||
− | afternoon on the dot, I stood in front of a local convenience store. I entered |
||
− | the shop, and after a few uses of the ATM had successfully withdrawn a million |
||
− | yen<ref>~$9000</ref>. After consistently saving my allowance and my New Year’s money, that sum |
||
− | amounted to my net worth.</span></p> |
||
+ | But then I thought of an extremely simple method. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Not |
||
− | seeing the man I was searching for, I headed outside and was greeted with the |
||
− | sight of my target wearing the shop’s uniform and listlessly taking out the |
||
− | trash. He didn’t seem to be on break, but he was smoking regardless. Because I |
||
− | lived nearby, I happened to know that he would be working part-time at this |
||
− | hour on Sundays.</span></p> |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Yamazaki-senpai.”</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Ryuusuke |
||
− | Yamazaki turned to me while holding his cigarette in his mouth, his expression |
||
− | sullen. At any rate, it looked like his vulgar blond hair was taking a few |
||
− | points off his IQ.</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Who |
||
− | the fuck are you?”</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“I’m |
||
− | Shuuichi Akiyama, the representative of class 1-2.”</span></p> |
||
+ | I spent the rest of Saturday preparing, and then it was Sunday. At three in the afternoon on the dot, I stood in front of a local convenience store. I entered the shop, and after a few uses of the ATM had successfully withdrawn a million yen<ref>~$9000</ref>. After consistently saving my allowance and my New Year’s money, that sum amounted to my net worth. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“No, |
||
− | like, who the fuck <i>are</i> you? What business would a high and mighty class |
||
− | rep like you have with someone like me? Don’t fuckin’ tell me you’re gonna rat |
||
− | me out to the school for smoking.”</span></p> |
||
+ | Not seeing the man I was searching for, I headed outside and was greeted with the sight of my target wearing the shop’s uniform and listlessly taking out the trash. He didn’t seem to be on break, but he was smoking regardless. Because I lived nearby, I happened to know that he would be working part-time at this hour on Sundays. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Ignoring |
||
− | his idiotic question, I got straight to the point.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Yamazaki-senpai.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“I |
||
− | heard that you know how to drive. Do you have your own car?”</span></p> |
||
+ | Ryuusuke Yamazaki turned to me while holding his cigarette in his mouth, his expression sullen. At any rate, it looked like his vulgar blond hair was taking a few points off his IQ. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I had |
||
− | seen him drive a black station wagon to get her, but I wanted to confirm it |
||
− | just in case. </span></p> |
||
+ | “Who the fuck are you?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Likely |
||
− | excited to brag about his car, Yamazaki’s face lit up.</span></p> |
||
+ | “I’m Shuuichi Akiyama, the representative of class 1-2.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Yeah, <b>I</b>’m |
||
− | working here to pay ‘er off. ...What’s your deal, you like my car? You wanna go |
||
− | for a ride in the passenger seat, huh? Sorry man, that seat’s reserved for |
||
− | chicks who put out. <b>I</b>’m not into that fag stuff.”</span></p> |
||
+ | “No, like, who the fuck <i>are</i> you? What business would a high and mighty class rep like you have with someone like me? Don’t fuckin’ tell me you’re gonna rat me out to the school for smoking.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Not |
||
− | wanting to play along with his vulgar banter, I pulled out the million I had |
||
− | just withdrawn and handed it to him. At the sight of such a large quantity of |
||
− | cash, Yamazaki’s eyes went wide.</span></p> |
||
+ | Ignoring his idiotic question, I got straight to the point. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Wha... |
||
− | You...! The fuck’s this cash for?”</span></p> |
||
+ | “I heard that you know how to drive. Do you have your own car?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>His |
||
− | reaction was exactly what I expected, and I struggled to stifle my laughter.</span></p> |
||
+ | I had seen him drive a black station wagon to get her, but I wanted to confirm it just in case. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>With |
||
− | his mouth hanging open and a stupid expression plastered on his face, Yamazaki |
||
− | didn’t even wait for a proper explanation to begin counting the bills. With his |
||
− | glittering eyes and his agitated, wild breathing, he was the very image of a |
||
− | swine unable to contain itself at the sight of slop. Unable to defy his brain’s |
||
− | newfound addiction, he would no doubt act exactly as I needed him to.</span></p> |
||
+ | Likely excited to brag about his car, Yamazaki’s face lit up. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“I have |
||
− | a favor I need to ask of you. Would you be willing to undertake it?”</span></p> |
||
+ | “Yeah, <b>I</b>’m working here to pay ‘er off. ...What’s your deal, you like my car? You wanna go for a ride in the passenger seat, huh? Sorry man, that seat’s reserved for chicks who put out. <b>I</b>’m not into that fag stuff.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal style='text-indent:0in'><span lang=EN style='color:#222222; |
||
− | background:white'> </span></p> |
||
+ | Not wanting to play along with his vulgar banter, I pulled out the million I had just withdrawn and handed it to him. At the sight of such a large quantity of cash, Yamazaki’s eyes went wide. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Yamazaki |
||
− | stopped the car in the parking lot of a defunct convenience store near the site |
||
− | of the factory. I was slightly concerned about being seen, but thanks to the |
||
− | various illegally-parked cars we weren’t exactly conspicuous. If we didn’t stay |
||
− | long, I doubted it would be a problem.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Wha... You...! The fuck’s this cash for?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“So |
||
− | Akiyama, you’re really gonna pay me a mil for one day’s work? Also, where the |
||
− | hell are we?”</span></p> |
||
+ | His reaction was exactly what I expected, and I struggled to stifle my laughter. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>After |
||
− | stopping the car, Yamazaki was understandably on guard as he surveyed the area.</span></p> |
||
+ | With his mouth hanging open and a stupid expression plastered on his face, Yamazaki didn’t even wait for a proper explanation to begin counting the bills. With his glittering eyes and his agitated, wild breathing, he was the very image of a swine unable to contain itself at the sight of slop. Unable to defy his brain’s newfound addiction, he would no doubt act exactly as I needed him to. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“I |
||
− | didn’t lie. More importantly, did you prepare everything I asked you to?”</span></p> |
||
+ | “I have a favor I need to ask of you. Would you be willing to undertake it?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Wanting |
||
− | to avoid creating links between myself and Yamazaki, I hadn’t told him my phone |
||
− | number or LINE ID. He seemed like a somewhat careless man, so I was concerned |
||
− | he hadn’t bought everything I had requested.</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Yeah, |
||
− | it’s all in the trunk. Whatcha gonna do with all that?”</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I |
||
− | verified the contents of the trunk. Inside was a large black vinyl sheet, a |
||
− | roll of cloth tape, and some rope. Tools to transport a corpse.</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Everything |
||
− | seems to be in order. We’ll be carrying it all to the site of that factory.”</span></p> |
||
+ | Yamazaki stopped the car in the parking lot of a defunct convenience store near the site of the factory. I was slightly concerned about being seen, but thanks to the various illegally-parked cars we weren’t exactly conspicuous. If we didn’t stay long, I doubted it would be a problem. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“...No |
||
− | complaints here, I guess.”</span></p> |
||
+ | “So Akiyama, you’re really gonna pay me a mil for one day’s work? Also, where the hell are we?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Although |
||
− | he had some misgivings, the million yen sapped his desire to object and he |
||
− | walked inside the building.</span></p> |
||
+ | After stopping the car, Yamazaki was understandably on guard as he surveyed the area. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Fuck, |
||
− | it stinks in here!”</span></p> |
||
+ | “I didn’t lie. More importantly, did you prepare everything I asked you to?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Just as |
||
− | Yamazaki said, the moment we stepped inside we were greeted by a smell |
||
− | reminiscent of a mound of rotting fish. It was so like Yahara to resemble trash |
||
− | to the end. Of course he would stink if he rotted — and as soon as that thought |
||
− | crossed my mind, I reflected. I left the corpse here all this time, but due to |
||
− | the smell the odds of it being discovered were higher than I had projected.</span></p> |
||
+ | Wanting to avoid creating links between myself and Yamazaki, I hadn’t told him my phone number or LINE ID. He seemed like a somewhat careless man, so I was concerned he hadn’t bought everything I had requested. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Wait, |
||
− | that’s-”</span></p> |
||
+ | “Yeah, it’s all in the trunk. Whatcha gonna do with all that?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>The |
||
− | body was lying there, wrapped in blankets. The blankets were stained red with |
||
− | blood.</span></p> |
||
+ | I verified the contents of the trunk. Inside was a large black vinyl sheet, a roll of cloth tape, and some rope. Tools to transport a corpse. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“It’s a |
||
− | corpse.”</span></p> |
||
+ | “Everything seems to be in order. We’ll be carrying it all to the site of that factory.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Yamazaki’s |
||
− | face initially contorted, but eventually settled into a vulgar grin.</span></p> |
||
+ | “...No complaints here, I guess.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“<b>I</b> |
||
− | get it. Now <b>I</b> get what you’re havin’ me do.”</span></p> |
||
+ | Although he had some misgivings, the million yen sapped his desire to object and he walked inside the building. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>On the |
||
− | off chance that he had gotten cold feet when faced with a corpse, it was |
||
− | thinkable that he would reject my request. Showing him the cash up front was a |
||
− | countermeasure against that. While people can put up with losing an opportunity |
||
− | to gain something, they exhibit extreme resistance to giving up something they |
||
− | initially thought was theirs.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Fuck, it stinks in here!” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>But it |
||
− | seemed my fear had been unfounded.</span></p> |
||
+ | Just as Yamazaki said, the moment we stepped inside we were greeted by a smell reminiscent of a mound of rotting fish. It was so like Yahara to resemble trash to the end. Of course he would stink if he rotted — and as soon as that thought crossed my mind, I reflected. I left the corpse here all this time, but due to the smell the odds of it being discovered were higher than I had projected. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Makes |
||
− | sense that you’d pull out that mil, then. Hell, you’re practically gettin’ off |
||
− | cheap.”</span></p> |
||
+ | “Wait, that’s-” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I |
||
− | hadn’t been expecting him to suggest I turn myself in. So that was his |
||
− | response, hmm. He didn’t examine my complexion, nor did he take interest in the |
||
− | corpse itself — his first instinct was to try and wring more money out of me.</span></p> |
||
+ | The body was lying there, wrapped in blankets. The blankets were stained red with blood. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Thank |
||
− | goodness he was so faithful to his desires.</span></p> |
||
+ | “It’s a corpse.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“You |
||
− | the one who offed him?”</span></p> |
||
+ | Yamazaki’s face initially contorted, but eventually settled into a vulgar grin. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“That |
||
− | was the result, yes. It was legitimate self-defence, but there isn’t anybody |
||
− | who can verify that.”</span></p> |
||
+ | “<b>I</b> get it. Now <b>I</b> get what you’re havin’ me do.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“<b>I</b> |
||
− | getcha, <b>I</b> getcha. So you got no choice but to hide it.”</span></p> |
||
+ | On the off chance that he had gotten cold feet when faced with a corpse, it was thinkable that he would reject my request. Showing him the cash up front was a countermeasure against that. While people can put up with losing an opportunity to gain something, they exhibit extreme resistance to giving up something they initially thought was theirs. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>The |
||
− | corners of his mouth upturned, Yamazaki drew near the corpse with no sign of |
||
− | hesitation. To my surprise, he turned over the blankets himself. His lack of |
||
− | resistance made me doubt whether or not he might be a psychopath.</span></p> |
||
+ | But it seemed my fear had been unfounded. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Huh? |
||
− | ...Yo, Akiyama! This fucker’s Masato Yahara!</span></p> |
||
+ | “Makes sense that you’d pull out that mil, then. Hell, you’re practically gettin’ off cheap.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“That |
||
− | is indeed my classmate Masato Yahara. You can piece together why I had to come |
||
− | all the way out here, I gather?”</span></p> |
||
+ | I hadn’t been expecting him to suggest I turn myself in. So that was his response, hmm. He didn’t examine my complexion, nor did he take interest in the corpse itself — his first instinct was to try and wring more money out of me. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“This |
||
− | guy jumped you, and when you fought back he ended up eatin’ it, something along |
||
− | those lines, right? Damn, <b>I</b> always had him pegged for one of those guys |
||
− | who wouldn’t die even if you killed ‘em, but he up and died pretty damn easily, |
||
− | huh?”</span></p> |
||
+ | Thank goodness he was so faithful to his desires. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Did |
||
− | you and Masato Yahara know each other?”</span></p> |
||
+ | “You the one who offed him?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Nah, <b>I</b> |
||
− | just heard that he was one bad motherfucker and steered clear of him. Y’know, |
||
− | there were those rumors that he took down a whole gang and that he was the |
||
− | leader of some prostitution ring. And <b>I</b> heard that one of my senpai’s |
||
− | friends tried to get up in this guy’s business for being cheeky or some shit, |
||
− | and this guy almost stabbed him.”</span></p> |
||
+ | “That was the result, yes. It was legitimate self-defence, but there isn’t anybody who can verify that.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I was |
||
− | assaulted by waves of repugnance. It would appear my decision to kill him had |
||
− | been correct.</span></p> |
||
+ | “<b>I</b> getcha, <b>I</b> getcha. So you got no choice but to hide it.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“So |
||
− | what’s up next, boss?”</span></p> |
||
+ | The corners of his mouth upturned, Yamazaki drew near the corpse with no sign of hesitation. To my surprise, he turned over the blankets himself. His lack of resistance made me doubt whether or not he might be a psychopath. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“First, |
||
− | we’ll conceal the body in the blankets and vinyl sheet and carry it out. We’ll |
||
− | take the weapon with us too. I’m pretty sure I wiped off all the blood already, |
||
− | but I’ll double-check so that on the off chance there’s any left I can wipe it |
||
− | off. Once all that is finished, it shouldn’t be possible for anyone to narrow |
||
− | the scene of the crime down to this location.”</span></p> |
||
+ | “Huh? ...Yo, Akiyama! This fucker’s Masato Yahara! |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Other |
||
− | than me, that is.”</span></p> |
||
+ | “That is indeed my classmate Masato Yahara. You can piece together why I had to come all the way out here, I gather?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I |
||
− | wondered if that was a veiled threat.</span></p> |
||
+ | “This guy jumped you, and when you fought back he ended up eatin’ it, something along those lines, right? Damn, <b>I</b> always had him pegged for one of those guys who wouldn’t die even if you killed ‘em, but he up and died pretty damn easily, huh?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Heh |
||
− | heh.”</span></p> |
||
+ | “Did you and Masato Yahara know each other?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Without |
||
− | thinking, I laughed inwardly.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Nah, <b>I</b> just heard that he was one bad motherfucker and steered clear of him. Y’know, there were those rumors that he took down a whole gang and that he was the leader of some prostitution ring. And <b>I</b> heard that one of my senpai’s friends tried to get up in this guy’s business for being cheeky or some shit, and this guy almost stabbed him.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>He |
||
− | reacted just as I suspected he would, without a micron of deviation.</span></p> |
||
+ | I was assaulted by waves of repugnance. It would appear my decision to kill him had been correct. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Ahh, |
||
− | thank goodness.</span></p> |
||
+ | “So what’s up next, boss?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Choosing |
||
− | Ryuusuke Yamazaki as my partner truly was the right decision.</span></p> |
||
+ | “First, we’ll conceal the body in the blankets and vinyl sheet and carry it out. We’ll take the weapon with us too. I’m pretty sure I wiped off all the blood already, but I’ll double-check so that on the off chance there’s any left I can wipe it off. Once all that is finished, it shouldn’t be possible for anyone to narrow the scene of the crime down to this location.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'> </span></p> |
||
+ | “Other than me, that is.” |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Once we |
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− | had loaded the body into his trunk, I left the transportation and disposal to |
||
− | Yamazaki and headed home. After travelling by train, bus, foot the previous |
||
− | day, I had found an ideal disposal site deep in the mountains. If Yamazaki |
||
− | followed my instructions and dug a hole and buried him in it, it was unlikely |
||
− | Yahara’s corpse would ever be discovered. Leaving that task to Yamazaki alone |
||
− | caused me no end of anxiety, but it was less dangerous than me being seen in |
||
− | his car, so I didn’t have much choice. In a perfect world, nobody would think |
||
− | that Yamazaki and I had any relationship.</span></p> |
||
+ | I wondered if that was a veiled threat. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>But one |
||
− | of my calculations was off.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Heh heh.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I had |
||
− | underestimated how incompetent Yamazaki was.</span></p> |
||
+ | Without thinking, I laughed inwardly. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'> </span></p> |
||
+ | He reacted just as I suspected he would, without a micron of deviation. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'> </span></p> |
||
+ | Ahh, thank goodness. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>One |
||
− | week had passed since Yamazaki took the body up into the mountains. It was |
||
− | Monday morning, and as had become a habit for me I was scrolling through a |
||
− | real-time news feed on my phone when my drowsiness was blasted away. There was |
||
− | a posting about a body </span><span lang=EN style='background:white'>being |
||
− | discovered in the aforementioned mountains. Leaping from my bed, I ran into the |
||
− | living room and clung to the television. The news was reporting that Masato |
||
− | Yahara’s body had been discovered by a hiker. I listened in shock as the |
||
− | announcer described how his identity had been confirmed by the student ID card |
||
− | in his pocket.</span></p> |
||
+ | Choosing Ryuusuke Yamazaki as my partner truly was the right decision. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='background:white'>Ryuusuke Yamazaki. |
||
− | Not only did that incompetent not bury the body, he even ignored my order to |
||
− | strip it. And on top of that, he left the student ID? How incompetent could one |
||
− | man be? If he had thought about it for half a second, he’d realize just how |
||
− | problematic that was! Even if dumping a body was a crime, just how overactive |
||
− | was this guy’s sense of danger?</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='background:white'>“Shuu! You look |
||
− | awful, what happened?”</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='background:white'>My mother shouted in |
||
− | a shrill soprano. As always, her voice rattled around in my head.</span></p> |
||
+ | Once we had loaded the body into his trunk, I left the transportation and disposal to Yamazaki and headed home. After travelling by train, bus, foot the previous day, I had found an ideal disposal site deep in the mountains. If Yamazaki followed my instructions and dug a hole and buried him in it, it was unlikely Yahara’s corpse would ever be discovered. Leaving that task to Yamazaki alone caused me no end of anxiety, but it was less dangerous than me being seen in his car, so I didn’t have much choice. In a perfect world, nobody would think that Yamazaki and I had any relationship. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='background:white'>Frantically |
||
− | controlling my breathing, I spoke with feigned composure.</span></p> |
||
+ | But one of my calculations was off. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='background:white'>“It’s nothing to |
||
− | worry about, Mother. ...I’ll be heading to school now.”</span></p> |
||
+ | I had underestimated how incompetent Yamazaki was. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='background:white'>But my voice was |
||
− | trembling. Just as my mother had pointed out, my face was white as a sheet.</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='background:white'>“Don’t be ridiculous! |
||
− | With you looking like that, there’s no way there’s nothing wrong!”</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='background:white'>In reality, I was |
||
− | fighting back fury. Fear and anxiety were secondary. Contempt. Hatred. |
||
− | Resentment. Such emotions were the cause of my trembling.</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='background:white'>All that filth can do |
||
− | is weigh down the excellent, it seemed. Far beyond being useless, they were |
||
− | hindrances. Their very existence soiled the earth.</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='background:white'>“Shuu... You’re |
||
− | staying home today.”</span></p> |
||
+ | One week had passed since Yamazaki took the body up into the mountains. It was Monday morning, and as had become a habit for me I was scrolling through a real-time news feed on my phone when my drowsiness was blasted away. There was a posting about a body being discovered in the aforementioned mountains. Leaping from my bed, I ran into the living room and clung to the television. The news was reporting that Masato Yahara’s body had been discovered by a hiker. I listened in shock as the announcer described how his identity had been confirmed by the student ID card in his pocket. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='background:white'>Upon seeing my |
||
− | abnormal condition, my mother, who would normally insist I go to school even if |
||
− | I had a fever, commanded me. While this was odd in and of itself, it was |
||
− | surpassed by the suspicion I would no doubt arise if I didn’t attend school |
||
− | today.</span></p> |
||
+ | Ryuusuke Yamazaki. Not only did that incompetent not bury the body, he even ignored my order to strip it. And on top of that, he left the student ID? How incompetent could one man be? If he had thought about it for half a second, he’d realize just how problematic that was! Even if dumping a body was a crime, just how overactive was this guy’s sense of danger? |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='background:white'>I took a deep breath |
||
− | to settle myself.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Shuu! You look awful, what happened?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='background:white'>Visions of that |
||
− | defunct factory invaded my mind. Ever since I stabbed Masato Yahara, I couldn’t |
||
− | break my mind free of that place. It was like it was binding my soul against my |
||
− | will. Why should I, who acted in accordance with justice, have to go through |
||
− | all this?</span></p> |
||
+ | My mother shouted in a shrill soprano. As always, her voice rattled around in my head. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='background:white'>Suddenly, my mind was |
||
− | plunged into black and white and I was assailed with pain deep within my eyes. |
||
− | Black and white particles crawled along my skin and penetrated my pores, |
||
− | filling me with an itching sensation as they violated me.</span></p> |
||
+ | Frantically controlling my breathing, I spoke with feigned composure. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='background:white'>Ahh, back at that |
||
− | factory there was a press I couldn’t figure out the purpose of. What was it |
||
− | capable of crushing? What was it capable of crushing?</span></p> |
||
+ | “It’s nothing to worry about, Mother. ...I’ll be heading to school now.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='background:white'>What did it want to |
||
− | crush?</span></p> |
||
+ | But my voice was trembling. Just as my mother had pointed out, my face was white as a sheet. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='background:white'>A gigantic press. A |
||
− | press to thoroughly crush them. A press to thoroughly crush their eyeballs and |
||
− | their bones and their nails and their organs and their genitals and their blood |
||
− | into pulp. We could collect up that formless meat with bulldozers. Splat, splat, |
||
− | splat. We could intentionally do it loudly. The noise is pleasantly obscene, |
||
− | after all. Splat, splat, splat. We could envision their soundless screams as we |
||
− | gleefully make meatballs from their meat. Perhaps the meatballs would be black, |
||
− | or red, or pink. It would be cannibalism. We would force-feed them the |
||
− | meatballs. While crying, they would break out into a mad dance at how delicious |
||
− | they were. They’re delicious, aren’t they? All squishy and sticky and squishy. |
||
− | While making vulgar noises, they would feast. While descending into madness, |
||
− | they would feast. Once they realized what the meatballs were made of, they |
||
− | wouldn’t even wait for the press before consuming their comrades. They would be |
||
− | so tasty they wouldn’t be able to help themselves. They would be unable to help |
||
− | themselves when faced with their desires. They would be eaten alive. They would |
||
− | scream in pain. Nobody would save them. People like them have no empathy, so |
||
− | they can’t comprehend the pain of others. I would laugh as I gazed out upon |
||
− | them. Meatballs. In the end, you filth were nothing but meatballs. Just like |
||
− | the giant meatball there, you all are nothing but bundles of meat. Bundles |
||
− | without souls. The final survivor of the cannibalism would cry out. Where are |
||
− | the delicious meatballs? He would ask me. Please bring me more! Please bring me |
||
− | more meatballs! He would entreat me. And I would point to where the meatball |
||
− | was. And he would eat the meatball I was pointing at. He would eat it with |
||
− | great relish. He would eat with delight, he would eat with madness. He would |
||
− | eat his own meat. He would eat himself. I would clutch my stomach and laugh. |
||
− | Indeed. All you people do is consume yourselves. I would point that out out of |
||
− | kindness. I would point out what kind of beings you are.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Don’t be ridiculous! With you looking like that, there’s no way there’s nothing wrong!” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='background:white'> </span></p> |
||
+ | In reality, I was fighting back fury. Fear and anxiety were secondary. Contempt. Hatred. Resentment. Such emotions were the cause of my trembling. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='background:white'>“Shuu!”</span></p> |
||
+ | All that filth can do is weigh down the excellent, it seemed. Far beyond being useless, they were hindrances. Their very existence soiled the earth. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='background:white'>My mother’s shout |
||
− | brought me back from my world of delusions.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Shuu... You’re staying home today.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“It |
||
− | looks like you’re right, I’d better stay home today...”</span></p> |
||
+ | Upon seeing my abnormal condition, my mother, who would normally insist I go to school even if I had a fever, commanded me. While this was odd in and of itself, it was surpassed by the suspicion I would no doubt arise if I didn’t attend school today. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>After |
||
− | whispering that, I tottered back to my room. I couldn’t walk straight. And as |
||
− | if I had released too much energy in that last vision, I couldn’t think |
||
− | straight either.</span></p> |
||
+ | I took a deep breath to settle myself. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>As I |
||
− | layed on my bed, I took deep breaths to settle down my heart. But the |
||
− | electrical signals in my brain were going haywire, and I was so itchy I |
||
− | practically scratched my head off.</span></p> |
||
+ | Visions of that defunct factory invaded my mind. Ever since I stabbed Masato Yahara, I couldn’t break my mind free of that place. It was like it was binding my soul against my will. Why should I, who acted in accordance with justice, have to go through all this? |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I |
||
− | couldn’t settle down. The grotesque images wouldn’t stop.</span></p> |
||
+ | Suddenly, my mind was plunged into black and white and I was assailed with pain deep within my eyes. Black and white particles crawled along my skin and penetrated my pores, filling me with an itching sensation as they violated me. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>A |
||
− | thousand knives. A shower of blood. Flesh warped like clay.</span></p> |
||
+ | Ahh, back at that factory there was a press I couldn’t figure out the purpose of. What was it capable of crushing? What was it capable of crushing? |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I shook |
||
− | my head to try to drive out the delusions. If my mind went blank, they would |
||
− | get inside me!</span></p> |
||
+ | What did it want to crush? |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>—Get |
||
− | inside me?</span></p> |
||
+ | A gigantic press. A press to thoroughly crush them. A press to thoroughly crush their eyeballs and their bones and their nails and their organs and their genitals and their blood into pulp. We could collect up that formless meat with bulldozers. Splat, splat, splat. We could intentionally do it loudly. The noise is pleasantly obscene, after all. Splat, splat, splat. We could envision their soundless screams as we gleefully make meatballs from their meat. Perhaps the meatballs would be black, or red, or pink. It would be cannibalism. We would force-feed them the meatballs. While crying, they would break out into a mad dance at how delicious they were. They’re delicious, aren’t they? All squishy and sticky and squishy. While making vulgar noises, they would feast. While descending into madness, they would feast. Once they realized what the meatballs were made of, they wouldn’t even wait for the press before consuming their comrades. They would be so tasty they wouldn’t be able to help themselves. They would be unable to help themselves when faced with their desires. They would be eaten alive. They would scream in pain. Nobody would save them. People like them have no empathy, so they can’t comprehend the pain of others. I would laugh as I gazed out upon them. Meatballs. In the end, you filth were nothing but meatballs. Just like the giant meatball there, you all are nothing but bundles of meat. Bundles without souls. The final survivor of the cannibalism would cry out. Where are the delicious meatballs? He would ask me. Please bring me more! Please bring me more meatballs! He would entreat me. And I would point to where the meatball was. And he would eat the meatball I was pointing at. He would eat it with great relish. He would eat with delight, he would eat with madness. He would eat his own meat. He would eat himself. I would clutch my stomach and laugh. Indeed. All you people do is consume yourselves. I would point that out out of kindness. I would point out what kind of beings you are. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Wouldn’t |
||
− | that imply that they weren’t my thoughts in the first place?</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I could |
||
− | sense it myself. The fact that these thoughts were both dangerous and abnormal. |
||
− | That they were undesirable. So why wouldn’t they stop?</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I |
||
− | didn’t know. I myself didn’t know.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Shuu!” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Heh |
||
− | heh heh...”</span></p> |
||
+ | My mother’s shout brought me back from my world of delusions. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Suddenly, |
||
− | I could hear laughter. Contemptuous, disparaging laughter.</span></p> |
||
+ | “It looks like you’re right, I’d better stay home today...” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Man, |
||
− | how defective are you? You <i>don’t know</i>?”</span></p> |
||
+ | After whispering that, I tottered back to my room. I couldn’t walk straight. And as if I had released too much energy in that last vision, I couldn’t think straight either. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Leaping |
||
− | out of my bed, I scanned the room.</span></p> |
||
+ | As I layed on my bed, I took deep breaths to settle down my heart. But the electrical signals in my brain were going haywire, and I was so itchy I practically scratched my head off. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I was |
||
− | at a loss for words.</span></p> |
||
+ | I couldn’t settle down. The grotesque images wouldn’t stop. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Where |
||
− | was I? What was going on?</span></p> |
||
+ | A thousand knives. A shower of blood. Flesh warped like clay. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>It felt |
||
− | like I was standing atop the heart of a tremendous beast. Everywhere I looked |
||
− | was reddish-brown and pulsing. Magma that smelled of blood was spurting. It |
||
− | smelled like something was decomposing, too. The air was filled with refuse, |
||
− | making it impossible to see clearly. Something important to the world was |
||
− | clearly stagnating.</span></p> |
||
+ | I shook my head to try to drive out the delusions. If my mind went blank, they would get inside me! |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Ahh, it |
||
− | was so unsightly it make me sick.</span></p> |
||
+ | —Get inside me? |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>And yet |
||
− | something strangely excited me. My breath grew wild, and I wanted to leap in |
||
− | the air.</span></p> |
||
+ | Wouldn’t that imply that they weren’t my thoughts in the first place? |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I see, |
||
− | this must be that factory. Is this real? Is this a delusion? I don’t know. The |
||
− | boundary between the two seemed vague.</span></p> |
||
+ | I could sense it myself. The fact that these thoughts were both dangerous and abnormal. That they were undesirable. So why wouldn’t they stop? |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“You’ve |
||
− | done yourself a pretty good job of crushing us, <b>I</b> see.”</span></p> |
||
+ | I didn’t know. I myself didn’t know. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Masato |
||
− | Yahara stood in front of me. His entrance was abrupt, but to me it seemed like |
||
− | the most natural thing in the world.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Heh heh heh...” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“I |
||
− | crushed you. Certainly, I did crush you. But what of it? All of this is simply |
||
− | a delusion.”</span></p> |
||
+ | Suddenly, I could hear laughter. Contemptuous, disparaging laughter. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“A |
||
− | delusion, huh? Quite the fucked-up delusion you cooked up there. Weren’t you |
||
− | supposed to be all upright and clean handed and shit?”</span></p> |
||
+ | “Man, how defective are you? You <i>don’t know</i>?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Yahara’s |
||
− | face contorted into a sneer.</span></p> |
||
+ | Leaping out of my bed, I scanned the room. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“...Shut |
||
− | your mouth, meat-man. If this is the world of my delusions, everything should |
||
− | go according to my whim. I’ll simply crush you into delicious meatballs.”</span></p> |
||
+ | I was at a loss for words. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Heh... |
||
− | Just fuckin’ try, I dare you.”</span></p> |
||
+ | Where was I? What was going on? |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>He put |
||
− | up no resistance, and I dropped the massive press on him. Splat! The sound of |
||
− | something soft being crushed rang out, and the vicinity was painted red. It was |
||
− | over too soon.</span></p> |
||
+ | It felt like I was standing atop the heart of a tremendous beast. Everywhere I looked was reddish-brown and pulsing. Magma that smelled of blood was spurting. It smelled like something was decomposing, too. The air was filled with refuse, making it impossible to see clearly. Something important to the world was clearly stagnating. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>My |
||
− | being crushed was over too soon.</span></p> |
||
+ | Ahh, it was so unsightly it make me sick. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Why?”</span></p> |
||
+ | And yet something strangely excited me. My breath grew wild, and I wanted to leap in the air. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>There |
||
− | was no consistency or anything in my mental image. Yet I ended up being |
||
− | crushed. Despite no longer having vocal cords, I whispered “why?” one more |
||
− | time.</span></p> |
||
+ | I see, this must be that factory. Is this real? Is this a delusion? I don’t know. The boundary between the two seemed vague. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“It’s |
||
− | one fucked-up delusion, right?”</span></p> |
||
+ | “You’ve done yourself a pretty good job of crushing us, <b>I</b> see.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Why, |
||
− | even though it was a delusion, had it come to such a grotesque end? Why was |
||
− | Masato Yahara standing there as if it were natural?</span></p> |
||
+ | Masato Yahara stood in front of me. His entrance was abrupt, but to me it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“It |
||
− | can’t be...!”</span></p> |
||
+ | “I crushed you. Certainly, I did crush you. But what of it? All of this is simply a delusion.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I |
||
− | finally understood the meaning of Yahara’s words.</span></p> |
||
+ | “A delusion, huh? Quite the fucked-up delusion you cooked up there. Weren’t you supposed to be all upright and clean handed and shit?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“You |
||
− | got the feeling that you were being violated a minute ago, right? It’s simple. <b>I</b> |
||
− | don’t have a body, so it’s easy as hell for me to get inside you.”</span></p> |
||
+ | Yahara’s face contorted into a sneer. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Yahara’s |
||
− | discontent sneer didn’t fade.</span></p> |
||
+ | “...Shut your mouth, meat-man. If this is the world of my delusions, everything should go according to my whim. I’ll simply crush you into delicious meatballs.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“This |
||
− | ain’t your delusion. Your thoughts ain’t your own. You ain’t even yourself any |
||
− | more.”</span></p> |
||
+ | “Heh... Just fuckin’ try, I dare you.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I was |
||
− | no more than a piece of meat now, and he trampled me underfoot.</span></p> |
||
+ | He put up no resistance, and I dropped the massive press on him. Splat! The sound of something soft being crushed rang out, and the vicinity was painted red. It was over too soon. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“<b>I</b>’m |
||
− | in control of this world now.”</span></p> |
||
+ | My being crushed was over too soon. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'> </span></p> |
||
+ | “Why?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I |
||
− | opened my eyes. I felt awful. I had an unpleasant dream, but I couldn’t |
||
− | remember what it was about.</span></p> |
||
+ | There was no consistency or anything in my mental image. Yet I ended up being crushed. Despite no longer having vocal cords, I whispered “why?” one more time. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Why was |
||
− | it, I wondered? I was certain the dream had been unpleasant, yet I felt oddly |
||
− | refreshed. It was like the exhilarating sensation you got after overcoming a |
||
− | nasty fever. But it was clear to me that I had lost something in exchange for |
||
− | that exhilaration. I had lost it entirely. And I could never get it back.</span></p> |
||
+ | “It’s one fucked-up delusion, right?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>But |
||
− | that was fine. I had been freed from a needless attachment. People were |
||
− | creatures that feared change, but that reaction was no more than an unthinking |
||
− | dismissal.</span></p> |
||
+ | Why, even though it was a delusion, had it come to such a grotesque end? Why was Masato Yahara standing there as if it were natural? |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>My |
||
− | strict adherence to ethics vanished.</span></p> |
||
+ | “It can’t be...!” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Ahh... |
||
− | it welcomes me.</span></p> |
||
+ | I finally understood the meaning of Yahara’s words. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>It was |
||
− | opening in front of me—</span></p> |
||
+ | “You got the feeling that you were being violated a minute ago, right? It’s simple. <b>I</b> don’t have a body, so it’s easy as hell for me to get inside you.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>—a new |
||
− | world.</span></p> |
||
+ | Yahara’s discontent sneer didn’t fade. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'> </span></p> |
||
+ | “This ain’t your delusion. Your thoughts ain’t your own. You ain’t even yourself any more.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'> </span></p> |
||
+ | I was no more than a piece of meat now, and he trampled me underfoot. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Perhaps |
||
− | that odd dream was a gift from God? From then on, everything I did went |
||
− | perfectly. Solving problem sets, my reading comprehension, advancing projects I |
||
− | was working on, everything was going brilliantly. My ability to concentrate was |
||
− | clearly improving as well. Not letting it get mixed in with the noise, nor |
||
− | getting distracted, I could immerse myself in a single task.</span></p> |
||
+ | “<b>I</b>’m in control of this world now.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>It was |
||
− | like I finally had my priorities all in order. It wasn’t anything conscious. |
||
− | But it felt like I had built a solid set of unconscious rules.</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>It was |
||
− | after school. The classroom was illuminated by the setting sun, making my |
||
− | classmates’ shadows stand out. But I could no longer make their faces out from |
||
− | each other. My mind shirked its duties, deciding that this point was of little |
||
− | importance.</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Amongst |
||
− | them, one person’s face remained clear.</span></p> |
||
+ | I opened my eyes. I felt awful. I had an unpleasant dream, but I couldn’t remember what it was about. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I had |
||
− | to verify his character.</span></p> |
||
+ | Why was it, I wondered? I was certain the dream had been unpleasant, yet I felt oddly refreshed. It was like the exhilarating sensation you got after overcoming a nasty fever. But it was clear to me that I had lost something in exchange for that exhilaration. I had lost it entirely. And I could never get it back. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Hiiragi, |
||
− | I have something I would like to ask you. Could I have a moment of your time?”</span></p> |
||
+ | But that was fine. I had been freed from a needless attachment. People were creatures that feared change, but that reaction was no more than an unthinking dismissal. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Kouta |
||
− | Hiiragi. As far as I knew, he was Masato Yahara’s one and only friend.</span></p> |
||
+ | My strict adherence to ethics vanished. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>From |
||
− | his appearance he was the epitome of normality, far removed from the kind of |
||
− | person I was obligated to eliminate. But his closeness to Yahara merited |
||
− | caution.</span></p> |
||
+ | Ahh... it welcomes me. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“When |
||
− | he was still with us, would it be correct to say that you were the one who with |
||
− | the closest with Yahara?”</span></p> |
||
+ | It was opening in front of me— |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I began |
||
− | probing him. If he was of the same breed as Yahara, it naturally fell upon me |
||
− | to cull him.</span></p> |
||
+ | —a new world. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'> </span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“I |
||
− | wonder, was it true that Yahara was involved in some rather unwholesome |
||
− | affairs? Well...I refer to affairs in the broad sense, by the way. Perhaps that |
||
− | alone makes it not unusual he was involved in this incident. There were various |
||
− | things published about him in those periodicals, weren’t there? Were you |
||
− | completely unaware of all that?”</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“<b>I</b> |
||
− | knew about the stimulants. But he never mentioned anything about any gangs or |
||
− | prostitution rings or anything. He didn’t show any signs of being involved with |
||
− | them, either. <b>I</b>’m pretty sure that’s all just misinformation.”</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Perhaps |
||
− | you weren’t close enough to Yahara to involve you in things like that? Are you |
||
− | saying that he never to bring you into his group of delinquent companions?”</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Pretty |
||
− | much. He didn’t involve me in sketchy stuff like that. He never even ate lunch |
||
− | with me, let alone tried to get me to smoke or anything. If we were around each |
||
− | other we’d chat, if the timing worked out we’d walk home together. But he |
||
− | definitely never tried to coerce me, and he never invited me anywhere. That was |
||
− | about the extent of our relationship. I’m sure that if <b>I</b> ever stopped |
||
− | wanting to spend time around him and started avoiding him, he wouldn’t have so |
||
− | much as spoken to me.”</span></p> |
||
+ | Perhaps that odd dream was a gift from God? From then on, everything I did went perfectly. Solving problem sets, my reading comprehension, advancing projects I was working on, everything was going brilliantly. My ability to concentrate was clearly improving as well. Not letting it get mixed in with the noise, nor getting distracted, I could immerse myself in a single task. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'> </span></p> |
||
+ | It was like I finally had my priorities all in order. It wasn’t anything conscious. But it felt like I had built a solid set of unconscious rules. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I |
||
− | scrutinized his words, but other than the fact that he had kept silent about |
||
− | the stimulants nothing he was saying seemed particularly problematic. However, |
||
− | there remained the possibility that he was playing dumb so as not to fall under |
||
− | suspicion.</span></p> |
||
+ | It was after school. The classroom was illuminated by the setting sun, making my classmates’ shadows stand out. But I could no longer make their faces out from each other. My mind shirked its duties, deciding that this point was of little importance. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Furthermore, |
||
− | the fact that had adored Yahara was clear.</span></p> |
||
+ | Amongst them, one person’s face remained clear. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>My |
||
− | initial conclusion was that there was no need to prioritize marking him. |
||
− | Something along those lines.</span></p> |
||
+ | I had to verify his character. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“So, |
||
− | why do you ask?”</span></p> |
||
+ | “Hiiragi, I have something I would like to ask you. Could I have a moment of your time?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>A |
||
− | phrase floated to the front of my mind.</span></p> |
||
+ | Kouta Hiiragi. As far as I knew, he was Masato Yahara’s one and only friend. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><i><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>It |
||
− | would not be so strange for you to be killed as well.</span></i></p> |
||
+ | From his appearance he was the epitome of normality, far removed from the kind of person I was obligated to eliminate. But his closeness to Yahara merited caution. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>He |
||
− | might be evil enough to warrant elimination.</span></p> |
||
+ | “When he was still with us, would it be correct to say that you were the one who with the closest with Yahara?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Indeed, |
||
− | it was imperative that I identify those people that warranted elimination. That |
||
− | was the decree I had been given upon killing Masato Yahara and evolving past |
||
− | the ordinary.</span></p> |
||
+ | I began probing him. If he was of the same breed as Yahara, it naturally fell upon me to cull him. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>But |
||
− | putting that to words would be problematic. Although I had utmost faith in my |
||
− | sense of justice, I was under no pretenses that the rest of the world would |
||
− | accept it so readily. Long ago, Galileo was put to trial for his advocacy of |
||
− | the heliocentric model.</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“I suspect |
||
− | that the reason that Yahara was killed was the fact that he was sticking his |
||
− | hand in dangerous places. Following that reasoning, I felt it was possible that |
||
− | you, as his friend, might be in danger of meeting a similar fate. Am I |
||
− | mistaken?”</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>It was |
||
− | possible he would misconstrue my reply, so I followed up with my true feelings.</span></p> |
||
+ | “I wonder, was it true that Yahara was involved in some rather unwholesome affairs? Well...I refer to affairs in the broad sense, by the way. Perhaps that alone makes it not unusual he was involved in this incident. There were various things published about him in those periodicals, weren’t there? Were you completely unaware of all that?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“In |
||
− | fact, I was thinking—that it would not be so strange for you to be killed as |
||
− | well.”</span></p> |
||
+ | “<b>I</b> knew about the stimulants. But he never mentioned anything about any gangs or prostitution rings or anything. He didn’t show any signs of being involved with them, either. <b>I</b>’m pretty sure that’s all just misinformation.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Hiiragi |
||
− | wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, so I thought it unlikely that he would |
||
− | pick up on my true goal.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Perhaps you weren’t close enough to Yahara to involve you in things like that? Are you saying that he never to bring you into his group of delinquent companions?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>But |
||
− | contrary to my expectations, Hiiragi reacted to my words.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Pretty much. He didn’t involve me in sketchy stuff like that. He never even ate lunch with me, let alone tried to get me to smoke or anything. If we were around each other we’d chat, if the timing worked out we’d walk home together. But he definitely never tried to coerce me, and he never invited me anywhere. That was about the extent of our relationship. I’m sure that if <b>I</b> ever stopped wanting to spend time around him and started avoiding him, he wouldn’t have so much as spoken to me.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“...What |
||
− | makes you space out so?”</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“<b>I</b>, |
||
− | <b>I</b>’m not-”</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Perhaps |
||
− | he was more clever than I gave him credit for? Was he simply assuming a facade |
||
− | of mediocrity? Had he been hiding the fact that he was of the same breed as |
||
− | Yahara, that he was a person that I needed to eliminate?</span></p> |
||
+ | I scrutinized his words, but other than the fact that he had kept silent about the stimulants nothing he was saying seemed particularly problematic. However, there remained the possibility that he was playing dumb so as not to fall under suspicion. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>It |
||
− | seemed that my guard had been too lax a moment ago.</span></p> |
||
+ | Furthermore, the fact that had adored Yahara was clear. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>In any |
||
− | case, it would be best to end this conversation peacefully, in order to keep up |
||
− | appearances. But the moment I thought to make preparations to depart, something |
||
− | unthinkable happened.</span></p> |
||
+ | My initial conclusion was that there was no need to prioritize marking him. Something along those lines. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Oy, is |
||
− | Akiyama around?”</span></p> |
||
+ | “So, why do you ask?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>That |
||
− | incompetent loudly called out for me.</span></p> |
||
+ | A phrase floated to the front of my mind. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>You |
||
− | have to be joking. After all the warnings I gave him about avoiding been seen |
||
− | together, for him to brazenly show up like this... My opinion of him as |
||
− | incompetent remained unrevised.</span></p> |
||
+ | <i>It would not be so strange for you to be killed as well.</i> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>But I |
||
− | couldn’t simply ignore him. Leaving Hiiragi with some empty words, I headed to |
||
− | Yamazaki.</span></p> |
||
+ | He might be evil enough to warrant elimination. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'> </span></p> |
||
+ | Indeed, it was imperative that I identify those people that warranted elimination. That was the decree I had been given upon killing Masato Yahara and evolving past the ordinary. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Saying |
||
− | that he wanted to go somewhere away from others, Yamazaki lead me to the |
||
− | audiovisual room. Normally the door would be locked, but Yamazaki threaded a |
||
− | wire into the keyhole and the door opened in no time. The long desk was already |
||
− | adorned with open snack wrappers and empty bottles, so I conjectured that |
||
− | Yamazaki and his compatriots made frequent use of the room.</span></p> |
||
+ | But putting that to words would be problematic. Although I had utmost faith in my sense of justice, I was under no pretenses that the rest of the world would accept it so readily. Long ago, Galileo was put to trial for his advocacy of the heliocentric model. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Standing |
||
− | in front of a large projector, Yamazaki spread his hands like a politician |
||
− | giving a speech.</span></p> |
||
+ | “I suspect that the reason that Yahara was killed was the fact that he was sticking his hand in dangerous places. Following that reasoning, I felt it was possible that you, as his friend, might be in danger of meeting a similar fate. Am I mistaken?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Let’s |
||
− | chat about my circumstances a bit. My mom and <b>I</b> live alone. She got |
||
− | tricked by some jackass who ghosted her, and had me when she was just |
||
− | seventeen. Around that time, her folks, meaning my gram and gramps, cut ties |
||
− | with her, so she had to raise me all by her lonesome. She’s running fuckin’ |
||
− | ragged, man, she mans a register at a supermarket in the afternoon and has to |
||
− | work a nightclub in the evenings. <b>I</b> just wanna treat her, you feel me? |
||
− | Like, <b>I</b> wanna take her out for barbeque or somethin’. That’s where <b>I</b>’m |
||
− | comin’ from.”</span></p> |
||
+ | It was possible he would misconstrue my reply, so I followed up with my true feelings. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>A story |
||
− | the world could do without hearing.</span></p> |
||
+ | “In fact, I was thinking—that it would not be so strange for you to be killed as well.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Would |
||
− | you mind if I helped you cut to the chase? To put it plainly, you’re looking |
||
− | for more money, correct?”</span></p> |
||
+ | Hiiragi wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, so I thought it unlikely that he would pick up on my true goal. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Damn, |
||
− | you catch on quick! That’s our favorite class rep for ya’!”</span></p> |
||
+ | But contrary to my expectations, Hiiragi reacted to my words. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I could |
||
− | tell from his reaction to seeing the corpse that he would eventually try to |
||
− | extort more money out of me. Here it was.</span></p> |
||
+ | “...What makes you space out so?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Of |
||
− | course, I had no money left. The million I had already given him was my entire |
||
− | net worth, the result of years of scrimping and saving.</span></p> |
||
+ | “<b>I</b>, <b>I</b>’m not-” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Yamazaki-senpai. |
||
− | I do not have any more money.”</span></p> |
||
+ | Perhaps he was more clever than I gave him credit for? Was he simply assuming a facade of mediocrity? Had he been hiding the fact that he was of the same breed as Yahara, that he was a person that I needed to eliminate? |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Oh?”</span></p> |
||
+ | It seemed that my guard had been too lax a moment ago. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“And |
||
− | although it pains me to point out the failures of another, the body was |
||
− | discovered because you failed to follow my instructions and bury it properly. |
||
− | While we both have our dissatisfactions, shall we simply call it good at that?”</span></p> |
||
+ | In any case, it would be best to end this conversation peacefully, in order to keep up appearances. But the moment I thought to make preparations to depart, something unthinkable happened. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“The |
||
− | fuck? You got any damn proof <b>I</b> didn’t bury it right? Who knows, maybe |
||
− | some wild animals dug it up or somethin’? And besides, there’s no need to get |
||
− | your panties in a bunch. If they can’t figure out where the guy was offed, |
||
− | there’s no way in hell they could pin it on you.”</span></p> |
||
+ | “Oy, is Akiyama around?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Had |
||
− | this man never heard of crisis management?</span></p> |
||
+ | That incompetent loudly called out for me. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Well, <b>I</b> |
||
− | guess if I hadn’t transported it for ya they’d have figured you out in a |
||
− | heartbeat. And now <b>I</b> gotta deal with all this guilt and shit. It’s |
||
− | keeping me up at night, man. The fuck kinda person are you, tellin’ me to go |
||
− | dump poor little Maa in the mountains. Fuck, now <b>I</b> feel like turnin’ |
||
− | myself in.”</span></p> |
||
+ | You have to be joking. After all the warnings I gave him about avoiding been seen together, for him to brazenly show up like this... My opinion of him as incompetent remained unrevised. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Senpai, |
||
− | we would both be in a deal of trouble of the truth of the incident came out. |
||
− | Dumping a body is a serious crime, you know.”</span></p> |
||
+ | But I couldn’t simply ignore him. Leaving Hiiragi with some empty words, I headed to Yamazaki. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Yamazaki |
||
− | laughed mockingly.</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Don’t |
||
− | make me fuckin’ laugh. Yeah, <b>I</b>’d be in some trouble. But who gives a |
||
− | shit about that. But you absolutely can’t let the truth get out. That’s the |
||
− | only thing you can afford to give a shit about. Even if it’s the tiniest |
||
− | fuckin’ chance, you can’t ignore it.”</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Apparently |
||
− | his cunning was the only thing this man was good for. As he surmised, my |
||
− | previous words had been a hollow threat. It was like telling a man holding you |
||
− | at gunpoint that he’d go to jail if he shot you. It went without saying who had |
||
− | the initiative.</span></p> |
||
+ | Saying that he wanted to go somewhere away from others, Yamazaki lead me to the audiovisual room. Normally the door would be locked, but Yamazaki threaded a wire into the keyhole and the door opened in no time. The long desk was already adorned with open snack wrappers and empty bottles, so I conjectured that Yamazaki and his compatriots made frequent use of the room. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“...How |
||
− | much do you want?”</span></p> |
||
+ | Standing in front of a large projector, Yamazaki spread his hands like a politician giving a speech. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Another |
||
− | million, for now.”</span></p> |
||
+ | “Let’s chat about my circumstances a bit. My mom and <b>I</b> live alone. She got tricked by some jackass who ghosted her, and had me when she was just seventeen. Around that time, her folks, meaning my gram and gramps, cut ties with her, so she had to raise me all by her lonesome. She’s running fuckin’ ragged, man, she mans a register at a supermarket in the afternoon and has to work a nightclub in the evenings. <b>I</b> just wanna treat her, you feel me? Like, <b>I</b> wanna take her out for barbeque or somethin’. That’s where <b>I</b>’m comin’ from.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>For |
||
− | now.</span></p> |
||
+ | A story the world could do without hearing. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Those |
||
− | words stuck in my head, words that indicated that more demands would eventually |
||
− | be forthcoming.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Would you mind if I helped you cut to the chase? To put it plainly, you’re looking for more money, correct?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Do you |
||
− | really think a high schooler like myself could quickly come up with a sum like |
||
− | that?”</span></p> |
||
+ | “Damn, you catch on quick! That’s our favorite class rep for ya’!” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“You |
||
− | say some funny shit, man. The hell’s that got to do with me?”</span></p> |
||
+ | I could tell from his reaction to seeing the corpse that he would eventually try to extort more money out of me. Here it was. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>The |
||
− | bell rang. Yamazaki smirked as he thumped me on the back.</span></p> |
||
+ | Of course, I had no money left. The million I had already given him was my entire net worth, the result of years of scrimping and saving. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“I’m |
||
− | countin’ on ya, killer.”</span></p> |
||
+ | “Yamazaki-senpai. I do not have any more money.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>After |
||
− | saying that, he raised one hand and left the audiovisual room.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Oh?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>The |
||
− | sound of the door closing echoed throughout the room, cutting through the |
||
− | silence. The silence in the room felt like it was reproaching my own silence, |
||
− | so I forced my mouth open.</span></p> |
||
+ | “And although it pains me to point out the failures of another, the body was discovered because you failed to follow my instructions and bury it properly. While we both have our dissatisfactions, shall we simply call it good at that?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Haha...”</span></p> |
||
+ | “The fuck? You got any damn proof <b>I</b> didn’t bury it right? Who knows, maybe some wild animals dug it up or somethin’? And besides, there’s no need to get your panties in a bunch. If they can’t figure out where the guy was offed, there’s no way in hell they could pin it on you.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>My joy |
||
− | leaked out.</span></p> |
||
+ | Had this man never heard of crisis management? |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>And |
||
− | when it did,</span></p> |
||
+ | “Well, <b>I</b> guess if I hadn’t transported it for ya they’d have figured you out in a heartbeat. And now <b>I</b> gotta deal with all this guilt and shit. It’s keeping me up at night, man. The fuck kinda person are you, tellin’ me to go dump poor little Maa in the mountains. Fuck, now <b>I</b> feel like turnin’ myself in.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Ahahahahahahahahahaha!”</span></p> |
||
+ | “Senpai, we would both be in a deal of trouble of the truth of the incident came out. Dumping a body is a serious crime, you know.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>It was |
||
− | too funny.</span></p> |
||
+ | Yamazaki laughed mockingly. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“The |
||
− | hell does that have to do with him? The hell does that have to do with him |
||
− | indeed!”</span></p> |
||
+ | “Don’t make me fuckin’ laugh. Yeah, <b>I</b>’d be in some trouble. But who gives a shit about that. But you absolutely can’t let the truth get out. That’s the only thing you can afford to give a shit about. Even if it’s the tiniest fuckin’ chance, you can’t ignore it.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Yamazaki |
||
− | hadn’t doubted me in the slightest. He hadn’t doubted that he was on the side |
||
− | doing the taking. A million yen? There was no way I would pay such a sum. |
||
− | Yamazaki said some amusing things. I absolutely <i>couldn’t</i> let the truth |
||
− | get out. That <i>was</i> the only thing I could afford to give a shit about.</span></p> |
||
+ | Apparently his cunning was the only thing this man was good for. As he surmised, my previous words had been a hollow threat. It was like telling a man holding you at gunpoint that he’d go to jail if he shot you. It went without saying who had the initiative. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Quite |
||
− | so.</span></p> |
||
+ | “...How much do you want?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Nothing, |
||
− | least of all money, has anything to do with a man who is about to die.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Another million, for now.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I had |
||
− | decided on it from the very beginning. When I couldn’t find a noble individual |
||
− | to request transportation from, when I couldn’t find an accomplice, I realized |
||
− | something.</span></p> |
||
+ | For now. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>As long |
||
− | as the transporter was also someone I could eliminate, I wouldn’t have any |
||
− | problems.</span></p> |
||
+ | Those words stuck in my head, words that indicated that more demands would eventually be forthcoming. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Yamazaki, |
||
− | the finest scum known to man, was the last piece of evidence I needed to |
||
− | destroy. There would be nobody left who knew the truth.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Do you really think a high schooler like myself could quickly come up with a sum like that?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>But for |
||
− | him to mistake himself for being in a commanding position, oh, how precious I |
||
− | could laugh.</span></p> |
||
+ | “You say some funny shit, man. The hell’s that got to do with me?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Ryuusuke |
||
− | Yamazaki.</span></p> |
||
+ | The bell rang. Yamazaki smirked as he thumped me on the back. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>You |
||
− | will fall into the hole I dug and die.</span></p> |
||
+ | “I’m countin’ on ya, killer.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'> </span></p> |
||
+ | After saying that, he raised one hand and left the audiovisual room. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'> </span></p> |
||
+ | The sound of the door closing echoed throughout the room, cutting through the silence. The silence in the room felt like it was reproaching my own silence, so I forced my mouth open. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>It’s |
||
− | that factory. I was at that defunct factory again.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Haha...” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Just like |
||
− | last time, I exterminated him. I wielded a knife with the intent to kill him.</span></p> |
||
+ | My joy leaked out. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Not |
||
− | hesitating with the knife, he provoked me by stabbing at my heart. But that |
||
− | wasn’t enough to cause me to draw back. I had resolved to kill him from the |
||
− | get-go.</span></p> |
||
+ | And when it did, |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I |
||
− | thrusted back and stabbed him in the chest.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Ahahahahahahahahahaha!” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>There |
||
− | was almost no resistance. But I could sense that it was the real thing. Human |
||
− | flesh was softer than I had expected, and it gave surprisingly little |
||
− | resistance.</span></p> |
||
+ | It was too funny. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I |
||
− | quietly drew the knife from Yahara. Blood spurted out. The blood got on my |
||
− | face, covering up my sight. The warm liquid was sticky and unpleasant.</span></p> |
||
+ | “The hell does that have to do with him? The hell does that have to do with him indeed!” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Yahara’s |
||
− | body toppled to the floor.</span></p> |
||
+ | Yamazaki hadn’t doubted me in the slightest. He hadn’t doubted that he was on the side doing the taking. A million yen? There was no way I would pay such a sum. Yamazaki said some amusing things. I absolutely <i>couldn’t</i> let the truth get out. That <i>was</i> the only thing I could afford to give a shit about. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“You |
||
− | needed to be eliminated. The world would be better off before you committed a |
||
− | sin that could not be undone.”</span></p> |
||
+ | Quite so. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Is |
||
− | that so?”</span></p> |
||
+ | Nothing, least of all money, has anything to do with a man who is about to die. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“What...?”</span></p> |
||
+ | I had decided on it from the very beginning. When I couldn’t find a noble individual to request transportation from, when I couldn’t find an accomplice, I realized something. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>His |
||
− | wound should have been fatal, but he simply stood back up as if nothing had |
||
− | happened.</span></p> |
||
+ | As long as the transporter was also someone I could eliminate, I wouldn’t have any problems. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“What, |
||
− | you don’t follow? <b>I</b>’m saying you ain’t able to do stuff like that.”</span></p> |
||
+ | Yamazaki, the finest scum known to man, was the last piece of evidence I needed to destroy. There would be nobody left who knew the truth. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Although |
||
− | he was still dripping with blood, Yahara looked down on me.</span></p> |
||
+ | But for him to mistake himself for being in a commanding position, oh, how precious I could laugh. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Just |
||
− | shut up and die already, damn you!”</span></p> |
||
+ | Ryuusuke Yamazaki. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I |
||
− | stabbed him again. Actually, unsatisfied by his flesh’s give, I stabbed him |
||
− | over and over.</span></p> |
||
+ | You will fall into the hole I dug and die. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>But |
||
− | Yahara just stood up again and again, laughing like a madman all the while. He |
||
− | seemed completely unfazed by his countless wounds.</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Quit |
||
− | messing with me... Why won’t you die! Just die! Die! Die!”</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Stab. |
||
− | Stab. Stab.</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Rise. |
||
− | Rise. Rise.</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Why... |
||
− | why, goddamnit!”</span></p> |
||
+ | It’s that factory. I was at that defunct factory again. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>No |
||
− | matter how many times I stabbed him, Yahara refused to die. He was vomiting |
||
− | blood, his bowels were hanging out, yet he just kept gazing at me with his |
||
− | protruding eye and sneering.</span></p> |
||
+ | Just like last time, I exterminated him. I wielded a knife with the intent to kill him. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“You |
||
− | can’t kill me. Not as long as you’re alive, anyway. That’s just how it works.”</span></p> |
||
+ | Not hesitating with the knife, he provoked me by stabbing at my heart. But that wasn’t enough to cause me to draw back. I had resolved to kill him from the get-go. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>He |
||
− | spoke with his tongue hanging out and pointed at me.</span></p> |
||
+ | I thrusted back and stabbed him in the chest. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I gazed |
||
− | down at myself in suspicion.</span></p> |
||
+ | There was almost no resistance. But I could sense that it was the real thing. Human flesh was softer than I had expected, and it gave surprisingly little resistance. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Wh-!”</span></p> |
||
+ | I quietly drew the knife from Yahara. Blood spurted out. The blood got on my face, covering up my sight. The warm liquid was sticky and unpleasant. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>My body |
||
− | had been ripped to shreds. Similar to Yahara’s... no, exactly like Yahara’s.</span></p> |
||
+ | Yahara’s body toppled to the floor. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Why? |
||
− | Why is this happening to me! What did you do to me, Yahara?”</span></p> |
||
+ | “You needed to be eliminated. The world would be better off before you committed a sin that could not be undone.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Wait, <b>I</b> |
||
− | did something? Heh... <b>I</b> didn’t do jack shit, man.”</span></p> |
||
+ | “Is that so?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Then... |
||
− | then what’s going on? Why am I covered in wounds?”</span></p> |
||
+ | “What...?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Well |
||
− | hot damn. You still don’t know what’s going on? Who’s the one holding the knife |
||
− | here? Who’s the one stabbing away? Who’s the nutcase here?”</span></p> |
||
+ | His wound should have been fatal, but he simply stood back up as if nothing had happened. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>It went |
||
− | without saying, it was—</span></p> |
||
+ | “What, you don’t follow? <b>I</b>’m saying you ain’t able to do stuff like that.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Right, |
||
− | it’s you. You’re the one fucking yourself up.”</span></p> |
||
+ | Although he was still dripping with blood, Yahara looked down on me. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Yahara |
||
− | caressed my cheek with a blood-soaked hand.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Just shut up and die already, damn you!” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“C’mon, |
||
− | brother. If you wanna kill me, all you gotta go do is drag your sorry ass to |
||
− | the top of a cliff and take a dive.”</span></p> |
||
+ | I stabbed him again. Actually, unsatisfied by his flesh’s give, I stabbed him over and over. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Once I |
||
− | realized the meaning of his words, my dumbfounded face must have been quite the |
||
− | sight. Unable to hold it in, Yahara clutched his viscera-drenched stomach and |
||
− | gave a booming laugh.</span></p> |
||
+ | But Yahara just stood up again and again, laughing like a madman all the while. He seemed completely unfazed by his countless wounds. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”</span></p> |
||
+ | “Quit messing with me... Why won’t you die! Just die! Die! Die!” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>He kept |
||
− | laughing.</span></p> |
||
+ | Stab. Stab. Stab. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”</span></p> |
||
+ | Rise. Rise. Rise. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Before |
||
− | I realized it, I was laughing too.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Why... why, goddamnit!” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>It was |
||
− | so funny I couldn’t help but laugh.</span></p> |
||
+ | No matter how many times I stabbed him, Yahara refused to die. He was vomiting blood, his bowels were hanging out, yet he just kept gazing at me with his protruding eye and sneering. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>It was |
||
− | the same thing, after all.</span></p> |
||
+ | “You can’t kill me. Not as long as you’re alive, anyway. That’s just how it works.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Yahara |
||
− | laughing and me laughing were the same thing, after all.</span></p> |
||
+ | He spoke with his tongue hanging out and pointed at me. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Our |
||
− | voices overlapped and joined into one. They were the same from the very start. |
||
− | There was no way Yahara, who didn’t have a body, could laugh, which meant that |
||
− | I was simply laughing by myself.</span></p> |
||
+ | I gazed down at myself in suspicion. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>If you |
||
− | put the two of us side-by-side in a mirror, we were reverses of each other. We |
||
− | were like opposites. But when looked at from the right angle, opposites were |
||
− | actually identical. It was like how hatred, the opposite of love, was close |
||
− | enough to its counterpart that they could practically be called the same |
||
− | emotion.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Wh-!” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Black |
||
− | and white assimilated with each other.</span></p> |
||
+ | My body had been ripped to shreds. Similar to Yahara’s... no, exactly like Yahara’s. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>In |
||
− | recognizing that, I made it my strength.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Why? Why is this happening to me! What did you do to me, Yahara?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I had |
||
− | affirmed who I was.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Wait, <b>I</b> did something? Heh... <b>I</b> didn’t do jack shit, man.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'> </span></p> |
||
+ | “Then... then what’s going on? Why am I covered in wounds?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'> </span></p> |
||
+ | “Well hot damn. You still don’t know what’s going on? Who’s the one holding the knife here? Who’s the one stabbing away? Who’s the nutcase here?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I found |
||
− | a suitable “stepping stone,” so I set my plan into action. It wasn’t something |
||
− | I had planned, but rather a stroke of good fortune. My mind was clear, and I |
||
− | wasn’t about to let a chance like that slip away from me. All that was left to |
||
− | do was fasten a rope to the roof and place Yamazaki atop the “stepping stone”.</span></p> |
||
+ | It went without saying, it was— |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Exalted |
||
− | at this favorable turn of events, I was beginning to make my way home when I |
||
− | spotted something that surpassed all my expectations.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Right, it’s you. You’re the one fucking yourself up.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I |
||
− | gasped reflexively.</span></p> |
||
+ | Yahara caressed my cheek with a blood-soaked hand. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Was |
||
− | that Kouta Hiiragi and Ririko Matsumi having a conversation?</span></p> |
||
+ | “C’mon, brother. If you wanna kill me, all you gotta go do is drag your sorry ass to the top of a cliff and take a dive.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Ririko |
||
− | Matsumi. One of the people I was cautious around. While she wasn’t exactly |
||
− | evil, she was an inorganic substance whose existence held no meaning. Because |
||
− | she was inorganic, she couldn’t interact with humans.</span></p> |
||
+ | Once I realized the meaning of his words, my dumbfounded face must have been quite the sight. Unable to hold it in, Yahara clutched his viscera-drenched stomach and gave a booming laugh. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>But even |
||
− | in the face of such an inorganic entity, Hiiragi was speaking to Ririko Matsumi |
||
− | as if they were old friends.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>What |
||
− | exactly was going on here?</span></p> |
||
+ | He kept laughing. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>This |
||
− | wasn’t something I could simply overlook. I rushed over to Hiiragi and asked |
||
− | him about his relationship with Ririko Matsumi.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“<b>I</b> |
||
− | don’t know about close, but we’ve talked a few times.”</span></p> |
||
+ | Before I realized it, I was laughing too. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>He’s |
||
− | talked with that inorganic substance “a few times”? How was that even possible?</span></p> |
||
+ | It was so funny I couldn’t help but laugh. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>An odd |
||
− | sense of unease washed over me. The fact that Hiiragi was abnormal in that |
||
− | regard was a conclusion I arrived at not from reason, but from instinct.</span></p> |
||
+ | It was the same thing, after all. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Do |
||
− | have a habit of getting involved with people like her?”</span></p> |
||
+ | Yahara laughing and me laughing were the same thing, after all. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Concealing |
||
− | my emotions, I dug deeper.</span></p> |
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+ | Our voices overlapped and joined into one. They were the same from the very start. There was no way Yahara, who didn’t have a body, could laugh, which meant that I was simply laughing by myself. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“‘People |
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− | like her’?”</span></p> |
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+ | If you put the two of us side-by-side in a mirror, we were reverses of each other. We were like opposites. But when looked at from the right angle, opposites were actually identical. It was like how hatred, the opposite of love, was close enough to its counterpart that they could practically be called the same emotion. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Forgive |
||
− | my wording, but people with problems. Ririko Matsumi, Masato Yahara, and |
||
− | perhaps we should count Miki Kouzuki as well.”</span></p> |
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+ | Black and white assimilated with each other. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“It’s |
||
− | not like <b>I</b>’m intentionally hanging out with weird people...”</span></p> |
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+ | In recognizing that, I made it my strength. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“But |
||
− | you’re awfully close to a number of them. And you don’t seem to be particularly |
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− | close to anyone else.”</span></p> |
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+ | I had affirmed who I was. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“<b>I</b> |
||
− | mean, it’s true that <b>I</b> don’t have many close friends...”</span></p> |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“And |
||
− | you say that you don’t seek those kind of people out deliberately? If that’s |
||
− | the case, then perhaps you hold some sort of fascination from their |
||
− | perspective?”</span></p> |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Hiiragi |
||
− | was the kind of person who seemed harmless at a glance. His interactions with |
||
− | Masato Yahara initially put me on guard, but if it hadn’t been for that I |
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− | likely wouldn’t inspected him at all.</span></p> |
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+ | I found a suitable “stepping stone,” so I set my plan into action. It wasn’t something I had planned, but rather a stroke of good fortune. My mind was clear, and I wasn’t about to let a chance like that slip away from me. All that was left to do was fasten a rope to the roof and place Yamazaki atop the “stepping stone”. |
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− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>But |
||
− | that was exactly why it was such a serious problem.</span></p> |
||
+ | Exalted at this favorable turn of events, I was beginning to make my way home when I spotted something that surpassed all my expectations. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>If it |
||
− | turned out that Hiiragi was truly a man who needed to be eliminated like Yahara |
||
− | or Yamazaki, then that meant that a problem individual was hiding within |
||
− | somebody I couldn’t currently get a read on. If that was the case, then that |
||
− | meant that the range of people I needed to kill was much wider than I thought. |
||
− | There would be no end to them.</span></p> |
||
+ | I gasped reflexively. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>How |
||
− | long would I have to carry this purge out for?</span></p> |
||
+ | Was that Kouta Hiiragi and Ririko Matsumi having a conversation? |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Suddenly, |
||
− | Hiiragi realized that I was looking at him with wide eyes. That wouldn’t do. My |
||
− | emotions were showing.</span></p> |
||
+ | Ririko Matsumi. One of the people I was cautious around. While she wasn’t exactly evil, she was an inorganic substance whose existence held no meaning. Because she was inorganic, she couldn’t interact with humans. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I |
||
− | exhaled and calmed my expression.</span></p> |
||
+ | But even in the face of such an inorganic entity, Hiiragi was speaking to Ririko Matsumi as if they were old friends. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“I |
||
− | apologize. It would appear I’ve said some rather untoward things. Please forget |
||
− | I said any of that. I guess the incident has just made me a little |
||
− | high-strung.”</span></p> |
||
+ | What exactly was going on here? |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>If I |
||
− | was simply high-strung, how high-strung should I be?</span></p> |
||
+ | This wasn’t something I could simply overlook. I rushed over to Hiiragi and asked him about his relationship with Ririko Matsumi. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>The |
||
− | first thing I needed to consider was why Hiiragi had gotten so close with |
||
− | Yahara. There were as many detriments to being around him as there were stars |
||
− | in the sky. As a matter of fact, Hiiragi had earned the trepidation of his |
||
− | classmates, and had been unable to make any close friends since. And by |
||
− | spending time with a delinquent, he found himself in the teachers’ bad books as |
||
− | well.</span></p> |
||
+ | “<b>I</b> don’t know about close, but we’ve talked a few times.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>But in |
||
− | spite of all that, he had gotten close to Yahara. Such a thing would be |
||
− | unthinkable would proportionally large benefits.</span></p> |
||
+ | He’s talked with that inorganic substance “a few times”? How was that even possible? |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Occam’s |
||
− | razor would dictate that there was some manner of utility value in that |
||
− | relationship.</span></p> |
||
+ | An odd sense of unease washed over me. The fact that Hiiragi was abnormal in that regard was a conclusion I arrived at not from reason, but from instinct. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>—Utility |
||
− | value. Was he was interested in the stimulants? Was he interesting in sleeping |
||
− | with women Yahara could provide him? No... a man with desires so base would |
||
− | have been outed as evil in an instant. The fact that he was not obviously evil |
||
− | was the problem.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Do have a habit of getting involved with people like her?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>What |
||
− | other benefits could there be, then? What could Masato Yahara even be used for, |
||
− | save stirring the flames of his homicidal urges in order to have him kill |
||
− | somebody? And nobody save a demon would wish for—</span></p> |
||
+ | Concealing my emotions, I dug deeper. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>—wait, |
||
− | have him kill somebody?</span></p> |
||
+ | “‘People like her’?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Was |
||
− | that line of thinking truly so irrational as to be worthy of immediate |
||
− | rejection? At any rate, I myself was on the brink of being killed. That was the |
||
− | unwavering truth.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Forgive my wording, but people with problems. Ririko Matsumi, Masato Yahara, and perhaps we should count Miki Kouzuki as well.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>...What |
||
− | if, and this is only a hypothetical, what if it was possible to manipulate |
||
− | Yahara’s actions?</span></p> |
||
+ | “It’s not like <b>I</b>’m intentionally hanging out with weird people...” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I had |
||
− | to remember the scene I had just seen. Kouta Hiiragi was talking familiarly |
||
− | with the machine girl, Ririko Matsumi. He was even going out with the |
||
− | self-proclaimed magus Miki Kouzuki. Was it possible that the two of them had |
||
− | been teaching him ways to manipulate others? Was I leaping to conclusions? |
||
− | ...But even if it wasn’t to that extent, the fact that Hiiragi’s circumstances |
||
− | were peculiar was true beyond a doubt.</span></p> |
||
+ | “But you’re awfully close to a number of them. And you don’t seem to be particularly close to anyone else.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Indeed, |
||
− | something about Kouta Hiiragi was clearly making me uneasy. There was something |
||
− | about him that was different from other people.</span></p> |
||
+ | “<b>I</b> mean, it’s true that <b>I</b> don’t have many close friends...” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“I’m |
||
− | worried about you, Hiiragi.”</span></p> |
||
+ | “And you say that you don’t seek those kind of people out deliberately? If that’s the case, then perhaps you hold some sort of fascination from their perspective?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>With |
||
− | those words, I tested Hiiragi. If he was the kind of person I needed to worry |
||
− | about, he might understand what I truly meant.</span></p> |
||
+ | Hiiragi was the kind of person who seemed harmless at a glance. His interactions with Masato Yahara initially put me on guard, but if it hadn’t been for that I likely wouldn’t inspected him at all. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I |
||
− | prayed that Hiiragi would take my words normally. I didn’t want to believe that |
||
− | there was a strain of evil in this world so wily that I couldn’t immediately |
||
− | identify it.</span></p> |
||
+ | But that was exactly why it was such a serious problem. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>But |
||
− | much to my regret, Hiiragi’s face scrunched up at my words’ disagreeable |
||
− | nature. He had clearly picked up on their implication.</span></p> |
||
+ | If it turned out that Hiiragi was truly a man who needed to be eliminated like Yahara or Yamazaki, then that meant that a problem individual was hiding within somebody I couldn’t currently get a read on. If that was the case, then that meant that the range of people I needed to kill was much wider than I thought. There would be no end to them. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“What |
||
− | do you mean by ‘worried about’?”</span></p> |
||
+ | How long would I have to carry this purge out for? |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Perhaps |
||
− | trying to trick me, he asked an innocent-sounding question.</span></p> |
||
+ | Suddenly, Hiiragi realized that I was looking at him with wide eyes. That wouldn’t do. My emotions were showing. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“Hmm? I |
||
− | mean that I’m worried about you getting caught up in this incident, of course. |
||
− | What else might I mean?”</span></p> |
||
+ | I exhaled and calmed my expression. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I |
||
− | considered Hiiragi’s reactions up until this point. It seemed likely that he |
||
− | possessed powerful mind-reading abilities. There were too many things that |
||
− | didn’t make sense otherwise.</span></p> |
||
+ | “I apologize. It would appear I’ve said some rather untoward things. Please forget I said any of that. I guess the incident has just made me a little high-strung.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Now, |
||
− | let’s examine the facts once more.</span></p> |
||
+ | If I was simply high-strung, how high-strung should I be? |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Would |
||
− | it have been possible for Hiiragi to have been manipulating Yahara?</span></p> |
||
+ | The first thing I needed to consider was why Hiiragi had gotten so close with Yahara. There were as many detriments to being around him as there were stars in the sky. As a matter of fact, Hiiragi had earned the trepidation of his classmates, and had been unable to make any close friends since. And by spending time with a delinquent, he found himself in the teachers’ bad books as well. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>The |
||
− | answer was that it would. Given his level of mind-reading ability, it would be |
||
− | possible to anticipate how the other party would react to what you did and |
||
− | said. If you applied this knowledge, you could intentionally say and do things |
||
− | to influence the other party.</span></p> |
||
+ | But in spite of all that, he had gotten close to Yahara. Such a thing would be unthinkable would proportionally large benefits. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I |
||
− | wasn’t sure as to what extent this ability could accomplish. But there was one |
||
− | thing I was sure of.</span></p> |
||
+ | Occam’s razor would dictate that there was some manner of utility value in that relationship. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><i><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Kouta |
||
− | Hiiragi would have been capable of meddling with Masato Yahara’s murder.</span></i></p> |
||
+ | —Utility value. Was he was interested in the stimulants? Was he interesting in sleeping with women Yahara could provide him? No... a man with desires so base would have been outed as evil in an instant. The fact that he was not obviously evil was the problem. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>The |
||
− | motive was straightforward. When possessing that much power, it would be only |
||
− | human to want to test it. And it went without saying that manipulating a |
||
− | deviant like Yahara would be far more entertaining that manipulating an average |
||
− | person.</span></p> |
||
+ | What other benefits could there be, then? What could Masato Yahara even be used for, save stirring the flames of his homicidal urges in order to have him kill somebody? And nobody save a demon would wish for— |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Hiiragi |
||
− | was putting his revulsion towards me on full display, so I asked him a |
||
− | question.</span></p> |
||
+ | —wait, have him kill somebody? |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“What’s |
||
− | the matter?”</span></p> |
||
+ | Was that line of thinking truly so irrational as to be worthy of immediate rejection? At any rate, I myself was on the brink of being killed. That was the unwavering truth. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“...<b>I</b> |
||
− | have to get going.”</span></p> |
||
+ | ...What if, and this is only a hypothetical, what if it was possible to manipulate Yahara’s actions? |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>He left |
||
− | without answering, practically fleeing. He might have caught a glimpse at my |
||
− | thoughts just now.</span></p> |
||
+ | I had to remember the scene I had just seen. Kouta Hiiragi was talking familiarly with the machine girl, Ririko Matsumi. He was even going out with the self-proclaimed magus Miki Kouzuki. Was it possible that the two of them had been teaching him ways to manipulate others? Was I leaping to conclusions? ...But even if it wasn’t to that extent, the fact that Hiiragi’s circumstances were peculiar was true beyond a doubt. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>I |
||
− | didn’t know the degree to which Hiiragi had influenced Yahara’s actions. But |
||
− | the conclusion was clear.</span></p> |
||
+ | Indeed, something about Kouta Hiiragi was clearly making me uneasy. There was something about him that was different from other people. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>—The |
||
− | fact that I was almost killed was Hiiragi’s fault.</span></p> |
||
+ | “I’m worried about you, Hiiragi.” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>A |
||
− | difficult wrong to forgive.</span></p> |
||
+ | With those words, I tested Hiiragi. If he was the kind of person I needed to worry about, he might understand what I truly meant. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>A |
||
− | villain I needed to eliminate.</span></p> |
||
+ | I prayed that Hiiragi would take my words normally. I didn’t want to believe that there was a strain of evil in this world so wily that I couldn’t immediately identify it. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>“...He’s |
||
− | next.”</span></p> |
||
+ | But much to my regret, Hiiragi’s face scrunched up at my words’ disagreeable nature. He had clearly picked up on their implication. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>After |
||
− | Ryuusuke Yamazaki, the next person I would eliminate was Kouta Hiiragi.</span></p> |
||
+ | “What do you mean by ‘worried about’?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'> </span></p> |
||
+ | Perhaps trying to trick me, he asked an innocent-sounding question. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>Now |
||
− | then, a decision becoming reality warrants but a short digression.</span></p> |
||
+ | “Hmm? I mean that I’m worried about you getting caught up in this incident, of course. What else might I mean?” |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>That |
||
− | night, Ryuusuke Yamazaki fell from the school roof and died.</span></p> |
||
+ | I considered Hiiragi’s reactions up until this point. It seemed likely that he possessed powerful mind-reading abilities. There were too many things that didn’t make sense otherwise. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>He died |
||
− | because he had to die.</span></p> |
||
+ | Now, let’s examine the facts once more. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>That’s |
||
+ | |||
− | all there was to it.</span></p> |
||
+ | Would it have been possible for Hiiragi to have been manipulating Yahara? |
||
+ | |||
+ | The answer was that it would. Given his level of mind-reading ability, it would be possible to anticipate how the other party would react to what you did and said. If you applied this knowledge, you could intentionally say and do things to influence the other party. |
||
+ | |||
+ | I wasn’t sure as to what extent this ability could accomplish. But there was one thing I was sure of. |
||
+ | |||
+ | <i>Kouta Hiiragi would have been capable of meddling with Masato Yahara’s murder.</i> |
||
+ | |||
+ | The motive was straightforward. When possessing that much power, it would be only human to want to test it. And it went without saying that manipulating a deviant like Yahara would be far more entertaining that manipulating an average person. |
||
+ | |||
+ | Hiiragi was putting his revulsion towards me on full display, so I asked him a question. |
||
+ | |||
+ | “What’s the matter?” |
||
+ | |||
+ | “...<b>I</b> have to get going.” |
||
+ | |||
+ | He left without answering, practically fleeing. He might have caught a glimpse at my thoughts just now. |
||
+ | |||
+ | I didn’t know the degree to which Hiiragi had influenced Yahara’s actions. But the conclusion was clear. |
||
+ | |||
+ | —The fact that I was almost killed was Hiiragi’s fault. |
||
+ | |||
+ | A difficult wrong to forgive. |
||
+ | |||
+ | A villain I needed to eliminate. |
||
+ | |||
+ | “...He’s next.” |
||
+ | |||
+ | After Ryuusuke Yamazaki, the next person I would eliminate was Kouta Hiiragi. |
||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Now then, a decision becoming reality warrants but a short digression. |
||
+ | |||
+ | That night, Ryuusuke Yamazaki fell from the school roof and died. |
||
+ | |||
+ | He died because he had to die. |
||
+ | |||
+ | That’s all there was to it. |
||
+ | |||
+ | As I emotionlessly watched Yamazaki’s fall from the school parking lot, I considered how best to corner Kouta Hiiragi. |
||
− | <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN style='color:#222222;background:white'>As I |
||
− | emotionlessly watched Yamazaki’s fall from the school parking lot, I considered |
||
− | how best to corner Kouta Hiiragi.</span></p> |
||
− | </div> |
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==Translator's Notes and References== |
==Translator's Notes and References== |
Latest revision as of 03:29, 27 November 2017
Shuuichi Akiyama's Closed World (I)[edit]
“People are like garbage.”
Whenever I saw people gathered, this line from a famous animated movie[1] sprung to mind. And I suspected that there were no shortage of people who shared my sentiment.
While this may not hold true for individuals, when people come together in groups it is due to hatred. They perceive other people as combustible waste and drop bombs in the place of incinerators. In any case, they can’t help their desire to set garbage alight.
Let us suppose that the entity known as God truly exists. That He is a being that transcends humanity and gazes out over Earth from above. If we hold that to be the case, then it follows that chaos and disorder please Him. God does not desire tranquility. This is surely because He is displeased when such inferior creatures lose themselves in delusions of grandeur. With His invisible hand, he leads humanity to the slaughter. He does this not for amusement, nor to stave off boredom, but because of a visceral disgust, much the kind that you or I would feel upon gazing on an outbreak of insects.
I suddenly noticed that my reverie had delayed me in my task of duplicating the words on the blackboard, and I began frantically scrawling.
I reflected upon my irregular thoughts. These thoughts were certainly not desirable. Perhaps the reason I was having them was because we had been learning about how the strong systematically weeded out all others across history?
That was divergent from my ideals. The strong and the weak certainly did exist. That was why I was determined to become strong and, instead of plundering from the weak, extend them a hand of salvation. To lead them justly. That was the only method by which true peace could be attained.
What stood in my way, then, was the kind of evil that would consume mankind in irrationality. I had to destroy it. ...I see, my thoughts just now were the result of my hatred towards evil becoming misdirected towards humanity itself.
Evil, huh.
I gazed at the seat behind me. It appeared he was absent today, so the seat was empty. It was the seat belonging to a man who could very well be described as evil incarnate.
In my sixteen years of life, I had never met a man so thoroughly twisted as Masato Yahara. The reason for that lay not in his depravity, nor in his stupidity. There were likely countless men more opposed to society and more idiotic than him.
But upon drawing Yahara’s jeers, I recognized wicked nature for what it was. Masato Yahara was quite literally a monster. He consumes people in as direct a way as possible. His tentacles reach deep within people’s souls. His value system is so warped that the only way he can confirm his own existence is through the destruction of others.
The runaway train that is Yahara long since became derailed. And he believes that by running people over, he can right his course. But such a thing is of course absurd. A derailed train cannot find its way back onto the tracks. It will simply destroy and kill everything in its path, only stopping once it crashes and destroys itself.
If left to his own devices, he will no doubt continue consuming people. Like a candy he’s grown bored of, he will chew up and spit out those precious, irreplaceable souls.
Modern-day laws are too lenient on such wrong-doers. But even though we all harbor such feeling of dissatisfaction, society refuses to change. A rotten human cannot be rehabilitated and will continue to rot, and much the rotten orange from a line in a certain school-based drama[2] will rot everything around it as well.
But the filthy rabble of our world continue wriggling about with nary a care. It’s repulsive beyond belief.
Thus the strong have a duty to root out evil. In that act, they elegantly save the weak.
Ahh, it’s almost embarrassing how much I love justice, how much I want to become a hero.
On that night, I spotted Masato Yahara on my way home from prep school.
In the end, I tested him. It was a test to determine if his life had worth. He failed spectacularly; in fact, he scored zero points.
And so I justly killed him.
The first thing I had to figure out was how to dispose of the body. No matter how just my actions were, even if everyone approved of them, today’s laws would never acquit a murderer. Thus I had to cover it up.
Because he was planning on killing me in the first place, Yahara was kind enough to die in a place where he would not be quickly found. The optimal outcome for me would be for his death itself not to come to light and for him to simply be treated as a missing person, with nobody knowing the truth of the incident.
But it was difficult to imagine the body going forever without being found. This defunct factory had traces of people coming and going, with lanterns and blankets and such lying around. The people who came and went were likely filth of Yahara’s ilk.
It would be best to dispose of the body somewhere harder to come across. If the body was found like this, it would be treated as evidence of a crime, autopsied, and the entire affair would then be handled as a murder investigation.
Ideally the body wouldn’t be found, and it wouldn’t become an incident. If I could dump the body in the mountains without being seen, I could avoid being caught.
But because I was only sixteen, I didn’t have a driver’s license. I couldn’t think of any way to transport my grim baggage without being seen.
I needed an accomplice. But who? My parents... even if they acknowledged my justice, the sight of a corpse would cause them to lose their nerve and recommend that I turn myself in. Even if they held strong convictions, people who were faint of heart wouldn’t do.
I could think of a few adults I respected, but any of them would get cold feet once they saw a corpse, and without looking at the big picture would recommend that I turn myself in. Nobody had as strong a sense of justice as I did, nor would helping me provide any benefit for them.
I was at a loss. I couldn’t think of anyone.
I couldn’t figure out my next step, so with some reluctance I temporarily left the scene. If somebody happened upon this place, that alone would be curtains for me.
I wiped up the blood from the knife and wiped down the places I had touched with a handkerchief to get rid of my fingerprints. Thankfully, you couldn’t see the spurts of blood against my black uniform. After leaving the factory, I was able to make my way to the station without running into anyone.
All in it, it was quite a mental burden on me. As soon as I got home and layed down on my bed, I slept like a log.
I woke up. Instantly, the gears in my head began turning. The first thing I did was check on my smartphone to see whether or not Yahara’s body had been discovered. I checked a number of news sites, but there didn’t appear to be any articles indicating as such. A real-time search didn’t show any traces either.
After descending the stairs and offering rushed greetings to my family, I hopped in the shower. As I lathered my hair, I racked my brains for a way to dispose of the unfortunate corpse.
I could dismember it. But while that was the conventional way to transport a body, I wasn’t exactly inclined to. Even if it was originally the monster that was Yahara, it was unmistakably a human body. The psychological burden would likely be substantial. And in the one-in-a-million chance the body was discovered, the fact that it could no longer pass for an accident was another strike against this method.
So I was back to wanting to transport the body as it was to somewhere people wouldn’t find it, then disposing of it. That conclusion hadn’t changed.
There was no school on Saturdays, so I ran searches for terms related to the incident on my phone while watching the news in the living room. It was odd for me to be fiddling with my phone instead of studying, so my family seemed somewhat suspicious, but I doubted they suspected me of murder. I needn’t pay them much mind.
I wanted to transport the body by vehicle, but I still couldn’t come up with an accomplice. Although it was of course too late at this point, events already proceeding as they were, I began to regret having killing Yahara. If I had killed him in a more thought-out manner, I could have avoided this whole mess.
The next time I have to kill someone, I’ll make sure to think it out first.
Someone I have to kill, on the same level as Masato Yahara. I wonder who that could be?
“―”
With that thought fresh in my mind, I thought of a partner. Returning to my room, I began to think of ways to sway him to my side. At the moment, he and I had essentially no common ground.
But then I thought of an extremely simple method.
I spent the rest of Saturday preparing, and then it was Sunday. At three in the afternoon on the dot, I stood in front of a local convenience store. I entered the shop, and after a few uses of the ATM had successfully withdrawn a million yen[3]. After consistently saving my allowance and my New Year’s money, that sum amounted to my net worth.
Not seeing the man I was searching for, I headed outside and was greeted with the sight of my target wearing the shop’s uniform and listlessly taking out the trash. He didn’t seem to be on break, but he was smoking regardless. Because I lived nearby, I happened to know that he would be working part-time at this hour on Sundays.
“Yamazaki-senpai.”
Ryuusuke Yamazaki turned to me while holding his cigarette in his mouth, his expression sullen. At any rate, it looked like his vulgar blond hair was taking a few points off his IQ.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“I’m Shuuichi Akiyama, the representative of class 1-2.”
“No, like, who the fuck are you? What business would a high and mighty class rep like you have with someone like me? Don’t fuckin’ tell me you’re gonna rat me out to the school for smoking.”
Ignoring his idiotic question, I got straight to the point.
“I heard that you know how to drive. Do you have your own car?”
I had seen him drive a black station wagon to get her, but I wanted to confirm it just in case.
Likely excited to brag about his car, Yamazaki’s face lit up.
“Yeah, I’m working here to pay ‘er off. ...What’s your deal, you like my car? You wanna go for a ride in the passenger seat, huh? Sorry man, that seat’s reserved for chicks who put out. I’m not into that fag stuff.”
Not wanting to play along with his vulgar banter, I pulled out the million I had just withdrawn and handed it to him. At the sight of such a large quantity of cash, Yamazaki’s eyes went wide.
“Wha... You...! The fuck’s this cash for?”
His reaction was exactly what I expected, and I struggled to stifle my laughter.
With his mouth hanging open and a stupid expression plastered on his face, Yamazaki didn’t even wait for a proper explanation to begin counting the bills. With his glittering eyes and his agitated, wild breathing, he was the very image of a swine unable to contain itself at the sight of slop. Unable to defy his brain’s newfound addiction, he would no doubt act exactly as I needed him to.
“I have a favor I need to ask of you. Would you be willing to undertake it?”
Yamazaki stopped the car in the parking lot of a defunct convenience store near the site of the factory. I was slightly concerned about being seen, but thanks to the various illegally-parked cars we weren’t exactly conspicuous. If we didn’t stay long, I doubted it would be a problem.
“So Akiyama, you’re really gonna pay me a mil for one day’s work? Also, where the hell are we?”
After stopping the car, Yamazaki was understandably on guard as he surveyed the area.
“I didn’t lie. More importantly, did you prepare everything I asked you to?”
Wanting to avoid creating links between myself and Yamazaki, I hadn’t told him my phone number or LINE ID. He seemed like a somewhat careless man, so I was concerned he hadn’t bought everything I had requested.
“Yeah, it’s all in the trunk. Whatcha gonna do with all that?”
I verified the contents of the trunk. Inside was a large black vinyl sheet, a roll of cloth tape, and some rope. Tools to transport a corpse.
“Everything seems to be in order. We’ll be carrying it all to the site of that factory.”
“...No complaints here, I guess.”
Although he had some misgivings, the million yen sapped his desire to object and he walked inside the building.
“Fuck, it stinks in here!”
Just as Yamazaki said, the moment we stepped inside we were greeted by a smell reminiscent of a mound of rotting fish. It was so like Yahara to resemble trash to the end. Of course he would stink if he rotted — and as soon as that thought crossed my mind, I reflected. I left the corpse here all this time, but due to the smell the odds of it being discovered were higher than I had projected.
“Wait, that’s-”
The body was lying there, wrapped in blankets. The blankets were stained red with blood.
“It’s a corpse.”
Yamazaki’s face initially contorted, but eventually settled into a vulgar grin.
“I get it. Now I get what you’re havin’ me do.”
On the off chance that he had gotten cold feet when faced with a corpse, it was thinkable that he would reject my request. Showing him the cash up front was a countermeasure against that. While people can put up with losing an opportunity to gain something, they exhibit extreme resistance to giving up something they initially thought was theirs.
But it seemed my fear had been unfounded.
“Makes sense that you’d pull out that mil, then. Hell, you’re practically gettin’ off cheap.”
I hadn’t been expecting him to suggest I turn myself in. So that was his response, hmm. He didn’t examine my complexion, nor did he take interest in the corpse itself — his first instinct was to try and wring more money out of me.
Thank goodness he was so faithful to his desires.
“You the one who offed him?”
“That was the result, yes. It was legitimate self-defence, but there isn’t anybody who can verify that.”
“I getcha, I getcha. So you got no choice but to hide it.”
The corners of his mouth upturned, Yamazaki drew near the corpse with no sign of hesitation. To my surprise, he turned over the blankets himself. His lack of resistance made me doubt whether or not he might be a psychopath.
“Huh? ...Yo, Akiyama! This fucker’s Masato Yahara!
“That is indeed my classmate Masato Yahara. You can piece together why I had to come all the way out here, I gather?”
“This guy jumped you, and when you fought back he ended up eatin’ it, something along those lines, right? Damn, I always had him pegged for one of those guys who wouldn’t die even if you killed ‘em, but he up and died pretty damn easily, huh?”
“Did you and Masato Yahara know each other?”
“Nah, I just heard that he was one bad motherfucker and steered clear of him. Y’know, there were those rumors that he took down a whole gang and that he was the leader of some prostitution ring. And I heard that one of my senpai’s friends tried to get up in this guy’s business for being cheeky or some shit, and this guy almost stabbed him.”
I was assaulted by waves of repugnance. It would appear my decision to kill him had been correct.
“So what’s up next, boss?”
“First, we’ll conceal the body in the blankets and vinyl sheet and carry it out. We’ll take the weapon with us too. I’m pretty sure I wiped off all the blood already, but I’ll double-check so that on the off chance there’s any left I can wipe it off. Once all that is finished, it shouldn’t be possible for anyone to narrow the scene of the crime down to this location.”
“Other than me, that is.”
I wondered if that was a veiled threat.
“Heh heh.”
Without thinking, I laughed inwardly.
He reacted just as I suspected he would, without a micron of deviation.
Ahh, thank goodness.
Choosing Ryuusuke Yamazaki as my partner truly was the right decision.
Once we had loaded the body into his trunk, I left the transportation and disposal to Yamazaki and headed home. After travelling by train, bus, foot the previous day, I had found an ideal disposal site deep in the mountains. If Yamazaki followed my instructions and dug a hole and buried him in it, it was unlikely Yahara’s corpse would ever be discovered. Leaving that task to Yamazaki alone caused me no end of anxiety, but it was less dangerous than me being seen in his car, so I didn’t have much choice. In a perfect world, nobody would think that Yamazaki and I had any relationship.
But one of my calculations was off.
I had underestimated how incompetent Yamazaki was.
One week had passed since Yamazaki took the body up into the mountains. It was Monday morning, and as had become a habit for me I was scrolling through a real-time news feed on my phone when my drowsiness was blasted away. There was a posting about a body being discovered in the aforementioned mountains. Leaping from my bed, I ran into the living room and clung to the television. The news was reporting that Masato Yahara’s body had been discovered by a hiker. I listened in shock as the announcer described how his identity had been confirmed by the student ID card in his pocket.
Ryuusuke Yamazaki. Not only did that incompetent not bury the body, he even ignored my order to strip it. And on top of that, he left the student ID? How incompetent could one man be? If he had thought about it for half a second, he’d realize just how problematic that was! Even if dumping a body was a crime, just how overactive was this guy’s sense of danger?
“Shuu! You look awful, what happened?”
My mother shouted in a shrill soprano. As always, her voice rattled around in my head.
Frantically controlling my breathing, I spoke with feigned composure.
“It’s nothing to worry about, Mother. ...I’ll be heading to school now.”
But my voice was trembling. Just as my mother had pointed out, my face was white as a sheet.
“Don’t be ridiculous! With you looking like that, there’s no way there’s nothing wrong!”
In reality, I was fighting back fury. Fear and anxiety were secondary. Contempt. Hatred. Resentment. Such emotions were the cause of my trembling.
All that filth can do is weigh down the excellent, it seemed. Far beyond being useless, they were hindrances. Their very existence soiled the earth.
“Shuu... You’re staying home today.”
Upon seeing my abnormal condition, my mother, who would normally insist I go to school even if I had a fever, commanded me. While this was odd in and of itself, it was surpassed by the suspicion I would no doubt arise if I didn’t attend school today.
I took a deep breath to settle myself.
Visions of that defunct factory invaded my mind. Ever since I stabbed Masato Yahara, I couldn’t break my mind free of that place. It was like it was binding my soul against my will. Why should I, who acted in accordance with justice, have to go through all this?
Suddenly, my mind was plunged into black and white and I was assailed with pain deep within my eyes. Black and white particles crawled along my skin and penetrated my pores, filling me with an itching sensation as they violated me.
Ahh, back at that factory there was a press I couldn’t figure out the purpose of. What was it capable of crushing? What was it capable of crushing?
What did it want to crush?
A gigantic press. A press to thoroughly crush them. A press to thoroughly crush their eyeballs and their bones and their nails and their organs and their genitals and their blood into pulp. We could collect up that formless meat with bulldozers. Splat, splat, splat. We could intentionally do it loudly. The noise is pleasantly obscene, after all. Splat, splat, splat. We could envision their soundless screams as we gleefully make meatballs from their meat. Perhaps the meatballs would be black, or red, or pink. It would be cannibalism. We would force-feed them the meatballs. While crying, they would break out into a mad dance at how delicious they were. They’re delicious, aren’t they? All squishy and sticky and squishy. While making vulgar noises, they would feast. While descending into madness, they would feast. Once they realized what the meatballs were made of, they wouldn’t even wait for the press before consuming their comrades. They would be so tasty they wouldn’t be able to help themselves. They would be unable to help themselves when faced with their desires. They would be eaten alive. They would scream in pain. Nobody would save them. People like them have no empathy, so they can’t comprehend the pain of others. I would laugh as I gazed out upon them. Meatballs. In the end, you filth were nothing but meatballs. Just like the giant meatball there, you all are nothing but bundles of meat. Bundles without souls. The final survivor of the cannibalism would cry out. Where are the delicious meatballs? He would ask me. Please bring me more! Please bring me more meatballs! He would entreat me. And I would point to where the meatball was. And he would eat the meatball I was pointing at. He would eat it with great relish. He would eat with delight, he would eat with madness. He would eat his own meat. He would eat himself. I would clutch my stomach and laugh. Indeed. All you people do is consume yourselves. I would point that out out of kindness. I would point out what kind of beings you are.
“Shuu!”
My mother’s shout brought me back from my world of delusions.
“It looks like you’re right, I’d better stay home today...”
After whispering that, I tottered back to my room. I couldn’t walk straight. And as if I had released too much energy in that last vision, I couldn’t think straight either.
As I layed on my bed, I took deep breaths to settle down my heart. But the electrical signals in my brain were going haywire, and I was so itchy I practically scratched my head off.
I couldn’t settle down. The grotesque images wouldn’t stop.
A thousand knives. A shower of blood. Flesh warped like clay.
I shook my head to try to drive out the delusions. If my mind went blank, they would get inside me!
—Get inside me?
Wouldn’t that imply that they weren’t my thoughts in the first place?
I could sense it myself. The fact that these thoughts were both dangerous and abnormal. That they were undesirable. So why wouldn’t they stop?
I didn’t know. I myself didn’t know.
“Heh heh heh...”
Suddenly, I could hear laughter. Contemptuous, disparaging laughter.
“Man, how defective are you? You don’t know?”
Leaping out of my bed, I scanned the room.
I was at a loss for words.
Where was I? What was going on?
It felt like I was standing atop the heart of a tremendous beast. Everywhere I looked was reddish-brown and pulsing. Magma that smelled of blood was spurting. It smelled like something was decomposing, too. The air was filled with refuse, making it impossible to see clearly. Something important to the world was clearly stagnating.
Ahh, it was so unsightly it make me sick.
And yet something strangely excited me. My breath grew wild, and I wanted to leap in the air.
I see, this must be that factory. Is this real? Is this a delusion? I don’t know. The boundary between the two seemed vague.
“You’ve done yourself a pretty good job of crushing us, I see.”
Masato Yahara stood in front of me. His entrance was abrupt, but to me it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
“I crushed you. Certainly, I did crush you. But what of it? All of this is simply a delusion.”
“A delusion, huh? Quite the fucked-up delusion you cooked up there. Weren’t you supposed to be all upright and clean handed and shit?”
Yahara’s face contorted into a sneer.
“...Shut your mouth, meat-man. If this is the world of my delusions, everything should go according to my whim. I’ll simply crush you into delicious meatballs.”
“Heh... Just fuckin’ try, I dare you.”
He put up no resistance, and I dropped the massive press on him. Splat! The sound of something soft being crushed rang out, and the vicinity was painted red. It was over too soon.
My being crushed was over too soon.
“Why?”
There was no consistency or anything in my mental image. Yet I ended up being crushed. Despite no longer having vocal cords, I whispered “why?” one more time.
“It’s one fucked-up delusion, right?”
Why, even though it was a delusion, had it come to such a grotesque end? Why was Masato Yahara standing there as if it were natural?
“It can’t be...!”
I finally understood the meaning of Yahara’s words.
“You got the feeling that you were being violated a minute ago, right? It’s simple. I don’t have a body, so it’s easy as hell for me to get inside you.”
Yahara’s discontent sneer didn’t fade.
“This ain’t your delusion. Your thoughts ain’t your own. You ain’t even yourself any more.”
I was no more than a piece of meat now, and he trampled me underfoot.
“I’m in control of this world now.”
I opened my eyes. I felt awful. I had an unpleasant dream, but I couldn’t remember what it was about.
Why was it, I wondered? I was certain the dream had been unpleasant, yet I felt oddly refreshed. It was like the exhilarating sensation you got after overcoming a nasty fever. But it was clear to me that I had lost something in exchange for that exhilaration. I had lost it entirely. And I could never get it back.
But that was fine. I had been freed from a needless attachment. People were creatures that feared change, but that reaction was no more than an unthinking dismissal.
My strict adherence to ethics vanished.
Ahh... it welcomes me.
It was opening in front of me—
—a new world.
Perhaps that odd dream was a gift from God? From then on, everything I did went perfectly. Solving problem sets, my reading comprehension, advancing projects I was working on, everything was going brilliantly. My ability to concentrate was clearly improving as well. Not letting it get mixed in with the noise, nor getting distracted, I could immerse myself in a single task.
It was like I finally had my priorities all in order. It wasn’t anything conscious. But it felt like I had built a solid set of unconscious rules.
It was after school. The classroom was illuminated by the setting sun, making my classmates’ shadows stand out. But I could no longer make their faces out from each other. My mind shirked its duties, deciding that this point was of little importance.
Amongst them, one person’s face remained clear.
I had to verify his character.
“Hiiragi, I have something I would like to ask you. Could I have a moment of your time?”
Kouta Hiiragi. As far as I knew, he was Masato Yahara’s one and only friend.
From his appearance he was the epitome of normality, far removed from the kind of person I was obligated to eliminate. But his closeness to Yahara merited caution.
“When he was still with us, would it be correct to say that you were the one who with the closest with Yahara?”
I began probing him. If he was of the same breed as Yahara, it naturally fell upon me to cull him.
“I wonder, was it true that Yahara was involved in some rather unwholesome affairs? Well...I refer to affairs in the broad sense, by the way. Perhaps that alone makes it not unusual he was involved in this incident. There were various things published about him in those periodicals, weren’t there? Were you completely unaware of all that?”
“I knew about the stimulants. But he never mentioned anything about any gangs or prostitution rings or anything. He didn’t show any signs of being involved with them, either. I’m pretty sure that’s all just misinformation.”
“Perhaps you weren’t close enough to Yahara to involve you in things like that? Are you saying that he never to bring you into his group of delinquent companions?”
“Pretty much. He didn’t involve me in sketchy stuff like that. He never even ate lunch with me, let alone tried to get me to smoke or anything. If we were around each other we’d chat, if the timing worked out we’d walk home together. But he definitely never tried to coerce me, and he never invited me anywhere. That was about the extent of our relationship. I’m sure that if I ever stopped wanting to spend time around him and started avoiding him, he wouldn’t have so much as spoken to me.”
I scrutinized his words, but other than the fact that he had kept silent about the stimulants nothing he was saying seemed particularly problematic. However, there remained the possibility that he was playing dumb so as not to fall under suspicion.
Furthermore, the fact that had adored Yahara was clear.
My initial conclusion was that there was no need to prioritize marking him. Something along those lines.
“So, why do you ask?”
A phrase floated to the front of my mind.
It would not be so strange for you to be killed as well.
He might be evil enough to warrant elimination.
Indeed, it was imperative that I identify those people that warranted elimination. That was the decree I had been given upon killing Masato Yahara and evolving past the ordinary.
But putting that to words would be problematic. Although I had utmost faith in my sense of justice, I was under no pretenses that the rest of the world would accept it so readily. Long ago, Galileo was put to trial for his advocacy of the heliocentric model.
“I suspect that the reason that Yahara was killed was the fact that he was sticking his hand in dangerous places. Following that reasoning, I felt it was possible that you, as his friend, might be in danger of meeting a similar fate. Am I mistaken?”
It was possible he would misconstrue my reply, so I followed up with my true feelings.
“In fact, I was thinking—that it would not be so strange for you to be killed as well.”
Hiiragi wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, so I thought it unlikely that he would pick up on my true goal.
But contrary to my expectations, Hiiragi reacted to my words.
“...What makes you space out so?”
“I, I’m not-”
Perhaps he was more clever than I gave him credit for? Was he simply assuming a facade of mediocrity? Had he been hiding the fact that he was of the same breed as Yahara, that he was a person that I needed to eliminate?
It seemed that my guard had been too lax a moment ago.
In any case, it would be best to end this conversation peacefully, in order to keep up appearances. But the moment I thought to make preparations to depart, something unthinkable happened.
“Oy, is Akiyama around?”
That incompetent loudly called out for me.
You have to be joking. After all the warnings I gave him about avoiding been seen together, for him to brazenly show up like this... My opinion of him as incompetent remained unrevised.
But I couldn’t simply ignore him. Leaving Hiiragi with some empty words, I headed to Yamazaki.
Saying that he wanted to go somewhere away from others, Yamazaki lead me to the audiovisual room. Normally the door would be locked, but Yamazaki threaded a wire into the keyhole and the door opened in no time. The long desk was already adorned with open snack wrappers and empty bottles, so I conjectured that Yamazaki and his compatriots made frequent use of the room.
Standing in front of a large projector, Yamazaki spread his hands like a politician giving a speech.
“Let’s chat about my circumstances a bit. My mom and I live alone. She got tricked by some jackass who ghosted her, and had me when she was just seventeen. Around that time, her folks, meaning my gram and gramps, cut ties with her, so she had to raise me all by her lonesome. She’s running fuckin’ ragged, man, she mans a register at a supermarket in the afternoon and has to work a nightclub in the evenings. I just wanna treat her, you feel me? Like, I wanna take her out for barbeque or somethin’. That’s where I’m comin’ from.”
A story the world could do without hearing.
“Would you mind if I helped you cut to the chase? To put it plainly, you’re looking for more money, correct?”
“Damn, you catch on quick! That’s our favorite class rep for ya’!”
I could tell from his reaction to seeing the corpse that he would eventually try to extort more money out of me. Here it was.
Of course, I had no money left. The million I had already given him was my entire net worth, the result of years of scrimping and saving.
“Yamazaki-senpai. I do not have any more money.”
“Oh?”
“And although it pains me to point out the failures of another, the body was discovered because you failed to follow my instructions and bury it properly. While we both have our dissatisfactions, shall we simply call it good at that?”
“The fuck? You got any damn proof I didn’t bury it right? Who knows, maybe some wild animals dug it up or somethin’? And besides, there’s no need to get your panties in a bunch. If they can’t figure out where the guy was offed, there’s no way in hell they could pin it on you.”
Had this man never heard of crisis management?
“Well, I guess if I hadn’t transported it for ya they’d have figured you out in a heartbeat. And now I gotta deal with all this guilt and shit. It’s keeping me up at night, man. The fuck kinda person are you, tellin’ me to go dump poor little Maa in the mountains. Fuck, now I feel like turnin’ myself in.”
“Senpai, we would both be in a deal of trouble of the truth of the incident came out. Dumping a body is a serious crime, you know.”
Yamazaki laughed mockingly.
“Don’t make me fuckin’ laugh. Yeah, I’d be in some trouble. But who gives a shit about that. But you absolutely can’t let the truth get out. That’s the only thing you can afford to give a shit about. Even if it’s the tiniest fuckin’ chance, you can’t ignore it.”
Apparently his cunning was the only thing this man was good for. As he surmised, my previous words had been a hollow threat. It was like telling a man holding you at gunpoint that he’d go to jail if he shot you. It went without saying who had the initiative.
“...How much do you want?”
“Another million, for now.”
For now.
Those words stuck in my head, words that indicated that more demands would eventually be forthcoming.
“Do you really think a high schooler like myself could quickly come up with a sum like that?”
“You say some funny shit, man. The hell’s that got to do with me?”
The bell rang. Yamazaki smirked as he thumped me on the back.
“I’m countin’ on ya, killer.”
After saying that, he raised one hand and left the audiovisual room.
The sound of the door closing echoed throughout the room, cutting through the silence. The silence in the room felt like it was reproaching my own silence, so I forced my mouth open.
“Haha...”
My joy leaked out.
And when it did,
“Ahahahahahahahahahaha!”
It was too funny.
“The hell does that have to do with him? The hell does that have to do with him indeed!”
Yamazaki hadn’t doubted me in the slightest. He hadn’t doubted that he was on the side doing the taking. A million yen? There was no way I would pay such a sum. Yamazaki said some amusing things. I absolutely couldn’t let the truth get out. That was the only thing I could afford to give a shit about.
Quite so.
Nothing, least of all money, has anything to do with a man who is about to die.
I had decided on it from the very beginning. When I couldn’t find a noble individual to request transportation from, when I couldn’t find an accomplice, I realized something.
As long as the transporter was also someone I could eliminate, I wouldn’t have any problems.
Yamazaki, the finest scum known to man, was the last piece of evidence I needed to destroy. There would be nobody left who knew the truth.
But for him to mistake himself for being in a commanding position, oh, how precious I could laugh.
Ryuusuke Yamazaki.
You will fall into the hole I dug and die.
It’s that factory. I was at that defunct factory again.
Just like last time, I exterminated him. I wielded a knife with the intent to kill him.
Not hesitating with the knife, he provoked me by stabbing at my heart. But that wasn’t enough to cause me to draw back. I had resolved to kill him from the get-go.
I thrusted back and stabbed him in the chest.
There was almost no resistance. But I could sense that it was the real thing. Human flesh was softer than I had expected, and it gave surprisingly little resistance.
I quietly drew the knife from Yahara. Blood spurted out. The blood got on my face, covering up my sight. The warm liquid was sticky and unpleasant.
Yahara’s body toppled to the floor.
“You needed to be eliminated. The world would be better off before you committed a sin that could not be undone.”
“Is that so?”
“What...?”
His wound should have been fatal, but he simply stood back up as if nothing had happened.
“What, you don’t follow? I’m saying you ain’t able to do stuff like that.”
Although he was still dripping with blood, Yahara looked down on me.
“Just shut up and die already, damn you!”
I stabbed him again. Actually, unsatisfied by his flesh’s give, I stabbed him over and over.
But Yahara just stood up again and again, laughing like a madman all the while. He seemed completely unfazed by his countless wounds.
“Quit messing with me... Why won’t you die! Just die! Die! Die!”
Stab. Stab. Stab.
Rise. Rise. Rise.
“Why... why, goddamnit!”
No matter how many times I stabbed him, Yahara refused to die. He was vomiting blood, his bowels were hanging out, yet he just kept gazing at me with his protruding eye and sneering.
“You can’t kill me. Not as long as you’re alive, anyway. That’s just how it works.”
He spoke with his tongue hanging out and pointed at me.
I gazed down at myself in suspicion.
“Wh-!”
My body had been ripped to shreds. Similar to Yahara’s... no, exactly like Yahara’s.
“Why? Why is this happening to me! What did you do to me, Yahara?”
“Wait, I did something? Heh... I didn’t do jack shit, man.”
“Then... then what’s going on? Why am I covered in wounds?”
“Well hot damn. You still don’t know what’s going on? Who’s the one holding the knife here? Who’s the one stabbing away? Who’s the nutcase here?”
It went without saying, it was—
“Right, it’s you. You’re the one fucking yourself up.”
Yahara caressed my cheek with a blood-soaked hand.
“C’mon, brother. If you wanna kill me, all you gotta go do is drag your sorry ass to the top of a cliff and take a dive.”
Once I realized the meaning of his words, my dumbfounded face must have been quite the sight. Unable to hold it in, Yahara clutched his viscera-drenched stomach and gave a booming laugh.
“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”
He kept laughing.
“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”
Before I realized it, I was laughing too.
It was so funny I couldn’t help but laugh.
It was the same thing, after all.
Yahara laughing and me laughing were the same thing, after all.
Our voices overlapped and joined into one. They were the same from the very start. There was no way Yahara, who didn’t have a body, could laugh, which meant that I was simply laughing by myself.
If you put the two of us side-by-side in a mirror, we were reverses of each other. We were like opposites. But when looked at from the right angle, opposites were actually identical. It was like how hatred, the opposite of love, was close enough to its counterpart that they could practically be called the same emotion.
Black and white assimilated with each other.
In recognizing that, I made it my strength.
I had affirmed who I was.
I found a suitable “stepping stone,” so I set my plan into action. It wasn’t something I had planned, but rather a stroke of good fortune. My mind was clear, and I wasn’t about to let a chance like that slip away from me. All that was left to do was fasten a rope to the roof and place Yamazaki atop the “stepping stone”.
Exalted at this favorable turn of events, I was beginning to make my way home when I spotted something that surpassed all my expectations.
I gasped reflexively.
Was that Kouta Hiiragi and Ririko Matsumi having a conversation?
Ririko Matsumi. One of the people I was cautious around. While she wasn’t exactly evil, she was an inorganic substance whose existence held no meaning. Because she was inorganic, she couldn’t interact with humans.
But even in the face of such an inorganic entity, Hiiragi was speaking to Ririko Matsumi as if they were old friends.
What exactly was going on here?
This wasn’t something I could simply overlook. I rushed over to Hiiragi and asked him about his relationship with Ririko Matsumi.
“I don’t know about close, but we’ve talked a few times.”
He’s talked with that inorganic substance “a few times”? How was that even possible?
An odd sense of unease washed over me. The fact that Hiiragi was abnormal in that regard was a conclusion I arrived at not from reason, but from instinct.
“Do have a habit of getting involved with people like her?”
Concealing my emotions, I dug deeper.
“‘People like her’?”
“Forgive my wording, but people with problems. Ririko Matsumi, Masato Yahara, and perhaps we should count Miki Kouzuki as well.”
“It’s not like I’m intentionally hanging out with weird people...”
“But you’re awfully close to a number of them. And you don’t seem to be particularly close to anyone else.”
“I mean, it’s true that I don’t have many close friends...”
“And you say that you don’t seek those kind of people out deliberately? If that’s the case, then perhaps you hold some sort of fascination from their perspective?”
Hiiragi was the kind of person who seemed harmless at a glance. His interactions with Masato Yahara initially put me on guard, but if it hadn’t been for that I likely wouldn’t inspected him at all.
But that was exactly why it was such a serious problem.
If it turned out that Hiiragi was truly a man who needed to be eliminated like Yahara or Yamazaki, then that meant that a problem individual was hiding within somebody I couldn’t currently get a read on. If that was the case, then that meant that the range of people I needed to kill was much wider than I thought. There would be no end to them.
How long would I have to carry this purge out for?
Suddenly, Hiiragi realized that I was looking at him with wide eyes. That wouldn’t do. My emotions were showing.
I exhaled and calmed my expression.
“I apologize. It would appear I’ve said some rather untoward things. Please forget I said any of that. I guess the incident has just made me a little high-strung.”
If I was simply high-strung, how high-strung should I be?
The first thing I needed to consider was why Hiiragi had gotten so close with Yahara. There were as many detriments to being around him as there were stars in the sky. As a matter of fact, Hiiragi had earned the trepidation of his classmates, and had been unable to make any close friends since. And by spending time with a delinquent, he found himself in the teachers’ bad books as well.
But in spite of all that, he had gotten close to Yahara. Such a thing would be unthinkable would proportionally large benefits.
Occam’s razor would dictate that there was some manner of utility value in that relationship.
—Utility value. Was he was interested in the stimulants? Was he interesting in sleeping with women Yahara could provide him? No... a man with desires so base would have been outed as evil in an instant. The fact that he was not obviously evil was the problem.
What other benefits could there be, then? What could Masato Yahara even be used for, save stirring the flames of his homicidal urges in order to have him kill somebody? And nobody save a demon would wish for—
—wait, have him kill somebody?
Was that line of thinking truly so irrational as to be worthy of immediate rejection? At any rate, I myself was on the brink of being killed. That was the unwavering truth.
...What if, and this is only a hypothetical, what if it was possible to manipulate Yahara’s actions?
I had to remember the scene I had just seen. Kouta Hiiragi was talking familiarly with the machine girl, Ririko Matsumi. He was even going out with the self-proclaimed magus Miki Kouzuki. Was it possible that the two of them had been teaching him ways to manipulate others? Was I leaping to conclusions? ...But even if it wasn’t to that extent, the fact that Hiiragi’s circumstances were peculiar was true beyond a doubt.
Indeed, something about Kouta Hiiragi was clearly making me uneasy. There was something about him that was different from other people.
“I’m worried about you, Hiiragi.”
With those words, I tested Hiiragi. If he was the kind of person I needed to worry about, he might understand what I truly meant.
I prayed that Hiiragi would take my words normally. I didn’t want to believe that there was a strain of evil in this world so wily that I couldn’t immediately identify it.
But much to my regret, Hiiragi’s face scrunched up at my words’ disagreeable nature. He had clearly picked up on their implication.
“What do you mean by ‘worried about’?”
Perhaps trying to trick me, he asked an innocent-sounding question.
“Hmm? I mean that I’m worried about you getting caught up in this incident, of course. What else might I mean?”
I considered Hiiragi’s reactions up until this point. It seemed likely that he possessed powerful mind-reading abilities. There were too many things that didn’t make sense otherwise.
Now, let’s examine the facts once more.
Would it have been possible for Hiiragi to have been manipulating Yahara?
The answer was that it would. Given his level of mind-reading ability, it would be possible to anticipate how the other party would react to what you did and said. If you applied this knowledge, you could intentionally say and do things to influence the other party.
I wasn’t sure as to what extent this ability could accomplish. But there was one thing I was sure of.
Kouta Hiiragi would have been capable of meddling with Masato Yahara’s murder.
The motive was straightforward. When possessing that much power, it would be only human to want to test it. And it went without saying that manipulating a deviant like Yahara would be far more entertaining that manipulating an average person.
Hiiragi was putting his revulsion towards me on full display, so I asked him a question.
“What’s the matter?”
“...I have to get going.”
He left without answering, practically fleeing. He might have caught a glimpse at my thoughts just now.
I didn’t know the degree to which Hiiragi had influenced Yahara’s actions. But the conclusion was clear.
—The fact that I was almost killed was Hiiragi’s fault.
A difficult wrong to forgive.
A villain I needed to eliminate.
“...He’s next.”
After Ryuusuke Yamazaki, the next person I would eliminate was Kouta Hiiragi.
Now then, a decision becoming reality warrants but a short digression.
That night, Ryuusuke Yamazaki fell from the school roof and died.
He died because he had to die.
That’s all there was to it.
As I emotionlessly watched Yamazaki’s fall from the school parking lot, I considered how best to corner Kouta Hiiragi.
Translator's Notes and References[edit]
- ↑ Castle in the Sky. This particular quote was simply replaced by laughter in the dub.
- ↑ Akiyama is referencing Kinpachi Sensei, a Japanese drama from the late 70s. The line in question is effectively "one bad orange spoils the bunch," but Akiyama seems to have missed the message of the two episodes in question (Season 2, Episodes 5 and 6) which was that people and fruit shouldn't be judged along the same metrics. I had to track down and watch those episodes so I could get the reference. You're all welcome.
- ↑ ~$9000
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