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29 October 2008 @ 08:39 pm
GOTH - what happens after  
Author : mariegina
Ratings: I'm not so sure. NC-17?
Warnings: It's a bit haunting.
Summary: What happens after they meet again, years later when the cases of slayed dogs, wrist cuts and severed body parts were forgotten by time.

Someone had taken apart her body in the forest. Her eyes, tongue, ears, thumbs, organs- each was nailed to a tree.

One tree had, from top to bottom: the left big toe, the upper lip, the nose, and the stomach. Another had other bits of her arranged like Christmas tree decorations.

The murder was soon the talk of the nation…


I think you’re my opposite, Kamiyama,” she was whispering, over and over.
“At first, I thought you were like me. You reminded me of my sister. But you aren’t. We’re nothing alike.”
“Sometimes, I think you’re smiling with nothing inside you at all, Kamiyama.”
“… that’s what I think when I see you acting happy around everyone else. And sometimes, I feel really sorry for you.”
She said all this without looking up at me. Her voice was trembling, like a child about to burst into tears.
“But I’m the reverse.”
“I know,” I said,

“I’m right, aren’t I? Aren’t you in love with her?”
This was not love… merely obsession.

Yes, it was. And it still was as she looked me straight in the eyes, her face emotionless as usual. It seemed like she knew this was gonna happen.

We stared at each other, the atmosphere turning stale as every moment passed. After long last, she spoke up.

“You killed Kitazawa Hiroko.” She declared, stating out the obvious. Her sentence hung in the air, Kitazawa’s name hanging on her tongue.
“… You also tried to kill Kitazawa Natsumi,” she continued, looking me in the eye. I saw no fear, only acceptance. She had known this was coming. All along the way, she had known.

“Why did you come? Even after knowing you would die, why did you come, still?” I was curious. I thought I had preyed enough, of her life, of her family, but it was still insufficient.
She kept her silence, eyes looking at me as if she wasn’t afraid of death. Maybe she wasn’t, after all. Maybe she wanted this.

I took the knife found in the wrist cutter’s house, the one I had kept since many years back. When my desire to kill Morino had been initiated. It shone with a gleam, tempting me to kill something, to cover it in blood. It was beckoning me to kill Morino. And that was what I planned to do.

I took small steps towards her, the knife in one hand; a rope in the other. The knife gleamed under the lights, its cruelty overflowing as I admired its beauty. I traced the knife along her arms, her face; her neck. There, I made a mark. K, for Kamiyama; killer.

She shivered as the cold blade touched her skin, eyes never leaving mine. I guess she was waiting for me to take it further. I would. I pressed the knife into her skin, making a small cut in her neck. That was enough for now. Taking the rope in my left hand, I wounded it around her neck. She sighed a bit, relaxed. It was her sister’s rope. I fingered the rope a little, and then I pulled it tight.

She made no sound, not a sigh; nor a groan. She simply closed her eyes, and that was that. I hadn’t pulled tightly, so as to keep her alive as I severed her body parts, as I did with Kitazawa Hiroko those years back. Starting with her hands, the hands that bore that beautiful mark, left when she had tried to commit suicide. I wanted those hands. Pale and soft, the mark shone out as it called out to me. I needed those hands.

When I was done with her limbs, she got to. Missing her limbs and hands, she looked at me, eyes wide with realization. She was being severed alive. Bet she didn’t expect that.

Her fear seeped into the air, settling themselves into my guts. I wanted more. I needed more. I continued with her hair, cutting each and everyone loose slowly, letting her watch her body fall apart. Blood was starting to pool around the chair, staining my shoes as I continued cutting. It didn’t matter, to a person on her way to death, it didn’t matter. Nothing did.

Adrenaline pumped through my body, pushing me to finish the job. This was taking too long. There, I took the knife, and cut down the front of her clothing. And then I wrapped my arms around her neck, whispering sweet nothings into her ears.

“Morino, can you hear me? Those times we spent looking into murders, those times were over. This is love, you understand? This is love, and this is your death.”
Her eyes had already gone hollow, life drained out of her limp body. I said my farewells.


The next day, her head was found on a table in an abandoned shack. Her body parts were scattered in the mountains, by the river and under bridges. But most importantly, her death was announced to the whole nation, my ultimate work displayed in whole glory.

Playing with the fingers on her clammy, cold hands, I smiled in delight, tossing the hand from side to side. My work was done. Our love story had ended, a journey of murderous cases and disgusted interests. My work was done.

omichan92omichan92 on October 30th, 2008 07:22 am (UTC)

that's all i can say. honestly, im speechless, in a good way of course. the whole thing is so haunting, and the scene where he cut her up? it totally added to the creepy atmosphere and the fic couldnt have done without it :D
(i cant believe im saying this when i hate gory stuff ^^;)

nice work! a great jump from your previous works, but i think a good one (: yes! i found the word. the whole fic was a chilling one :D lovely though haha

p.s. sorry about earlier ^^; the options are so close to one another! >.< i was giving my msn list a big makeover ^^;
Marieginamariegina on October 30th, 2008 07:28 am (UTC)
well, you'd have to thank Otsuichi for producing such an awesome novel. You should read it some time too. XD

maybe i'll send it to you ?
omichan92omichan92 on October 30th, 2008 08:15 am (UTC)
yes please! :D
Cathy: Sausages and Humans have a lot in Commoncatslove17 on October 30th, 2008 08:27 am (UTC)
The whole mutilation thing scares the shit out of me, even when it's postmortem, and this is definitely not postmortem.

I think the girls re-action freaks me out too, but I don't know if her trying to run away would've been more effective, as it would've been more relatable to your audience.

But I still love this. I've never been brave enough to try horror (or smut) and I just think that's it's an unbelievably talented person who tries it in their first go and gets it.
Marieginamariegina on October 30th, 2008 08:57 am (UTC)
postmortem even? But postmortem is like - dead.

but i'm bad with actions. like running away and anxiety shit.

oh, yeah. i did mix up something though. the killer here did not kill the girl mentioned in the first part. XD