Halo Three: Chiharu:
She took everything from me. I didn’t want to come back. She forced me to come back. I don’t want to be experimented on again. I don’t want to go back there. I don’t want to go back there!
I could barely hear their voices. Why were they always whispering around me? I can see them though.
“How is she doing?” Mikado asked in a hushed tone. Tatsuya shook his head.
“Not good,” Aniki said. Masaomi looked over at me. No, please don’t look at me like that. I’m still me, aren’t I? Aren’t I? My heart started pounding against my chest. The hunger… It won’t stop. I have to have more. All that blood. I need more. Give me more! I have to have it!
My body started to convulse. No! I won’t give into this. I might have just messed up once. But I won’t let it happen again. The pains grew worse in my body. Then came that annoying buzzing in my left ear. She sounded just like her. The sound of her voice made me want to scream.
“It’s so adorable that you think you can climb back from this,” she whispered. “It’s too late for you, you know. You’ve already had your first taste of human blood. It won’t stop. You will have more. It is in your nature.” I gritted my teeth.
“No!” I growled. “You will not take me! I will not give in!”
“But you already have,” that annoying voice said. My eyes widened in my pain. An invisible hand started stroking my hair.
“You poor thing,” they went on. “This would all be over if you feed. You only got a taste on that roof. That was only a crumb. Why torture yourself when you can have a nice juicy whole body to feast on?” Did those poisonous words have to strike a nerve? I won’t give into it. I won’t give into it.
“But haven’t you already?” they asked. “We can keep going with this here or you can just give up and feed. You’re dying anyway.”
“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” I screamed. The pain grew worse through my body. I thought my hear was going to burst in my chest. I couldn’t even claw into the floor.
“Chiharu! Chiharu!” was the last thing I heard before it all turned black.
Hot. It’s so hot.
I awoke to a bright light over my head. Wait a minute… I have seen this before. No, not again.
Soft footsteps walked into the room. They stopped at the doorway. Hushed whispers outside. I knew what was coming next. Footsteps walked over to the operating table. Two masked doctors stood over me. I couldn’t see their faces. Their voices were muffled. One of them stroked my face.
Get your hand off of me. I am not your pet! Get away from me!
Then the cutting begins. It’s my chest again. I could feel everything. I can’t scream. I lost the ability to speak when I was reborn. I could see everything they were doing to me. All I can do is lay there and let them operate on me.
“Chiharu! Chiharu!” I heard someone yell. I yanked open my eyes. Mikado and Masaomi stood over me.
“Are you okay?” Masaomi asked. I tried to speak but no words came out. The best I could muster was a small squeak. I could already hear her laughing again in my left ear.
Today was Sunday and the interns had only one job they needed to do. Kitano paired them out into little teams. They would due back before sundown. Time for some doll-hunting.
Roc turned to Akihito. “You never really talk much, do you? Why is that?” His fellow intern eyed him. Roc dropped his shoulders.
“Never mind,” he muttered. Akihito pulled out his phone.
“What is that?” the other intern asked.
“Asato-sensei installed an app that will tell us which dolls are warded,” Akihito said. “You should have one too.”
“Huh?” Roc asked. He pulled out his phone. Low and behold, there was the app on the front screen.
“Ah,” the intern said. He tapped the screen and opened the app. “So what exactly are we looking for?”
“You’ll know when you see it,” Akihito said, looking up at the tree with his phone. Roc frowned.
“Like that really helps,” he muttered. Still, he looked up at the tree with his partner. They turned it into a game, really. Which team can find and destroy the most dolls? The interns hadn’t come up with a prize yet.
“What do you think we’ll win?” Yayoi asked with her phone out at a shrine.
“I don’t know,” Yuka admitted. Her fellow intern frowned.
“There has to be something,” she said.
“Like what?” the other intern asked. Yayoi shook her head and shrugged. Yuka rolled her eyes and went back to looking. The talk of the contest reached the inner circle.
“What do you think their prize will be?” Aya asked.
“Up to them,” Kitano said. “I just want that gate to be found.” He turned and looked at his fellow therapist. “It gives them a motive to do it.”
“I guess you are right,” she said. The older therapist raised his eyebrow.
“Is there anything else you wanted?” he asked.
“Ah yes,” Aya said. “I have been looking into what Vozrozhdeniye has been doing lately. It’s been too quiet from them.”
“And?” Kitano asked.
“My connections in Russia handed this to me this morning,” she said. Aya handed him a small stack of papers. Kitano read through the first page.
“Most of it is still in Russian,” she said. “But two words keep popping up throughout this document.”
“Project Diorama?” Kitano asked.
“I have our hackers looking into it right now,” she said. “I just thought that I would let you know.” The older therapist reorganized the papers.
“Thank you for letting me know,” he said. “You are dismissed.”
“Thank you, sir,” Aya said, bowing. She turned and walked out of the office. Kitano put the papers in his desk drawer and closed it. He pulled out his phone.
“Hello, it’s me,” Kitano said. “Yeah, I will need you to look into something for me. Excellent. Do you have a pencil and paper ready? Good. Here’s what I need you to look up.”
Number of Dolls Destroyed: 12
Number of Dolls Left: 120
I decided to make some changes in my life. Kururi-san and my other friends are so pretty. I am just… not. I was ignored throughout junior high. I ended up graduating with no friends. The beginning of my freshmen year was rough. I was either bullied or ignored. I should’ve been used to this by now. Still, it would’ve been nice to have a friend for a change. But then, Kururi-san and her friends invited me to hang out with them. I should be excited.
Sadly, I already feel out of place.
“Welcome home, baby,” Mom said when I came home on Friday. She noticed the uneasy look on my face. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” I lowered my eyes and pressed my lips together.
“Mom, could you teach me to wear make-up?” I asked. Mom and Dad looked up at me with shock.
“Uh… sure!” Mom said. She took me back to her room.
“You don’t need to put on too much,” she said. “But I think just lip gloss could be fine. You can apply more naturally like this.” Mom couldn’t help but squeal. “When was the last time we spent time together like this?” I nervously laughed. Just as long as she’s happy, I guess.
“Hey, want to go to the beauty salon with me?” Mom asked. My eyes widened.
“Okay!” I was quick to say. We went out and I got a haircut. No more long light brown pigtails. Now, my hair came down to my shoulders. Mom even went out and bought me a new skirt and lacy top.
“What do you think, dear?” Mom asked Dad when we got home. “Isn’t Chiyomi beautiful?” I felt like I was shrinking as I waited. My Dad looked up from his paper and managed a nervous smile. My Dad, the strict salaryman who barely speaks to us, actually smiled at my new look.
I even got the approval of Kururi-san when we met up the next morning.
“Well, look at you,” she said. “Aren’t you an idol?” I twirled around in my new outfit, smiling. Kururi-san pulled out cell phone.
“Hang on, I have to get a picture of you,” she said. I smiled and posed for some pictures. Kururi-san took eight pictures of me.
“Nice,” she said. Kururi-san and I went out for some coffee at Starbucks. She seemed to be putting more attention on me lately. It actually felt pretty nice. So this was what it was like to have a friend. Suddenly, Kururi-san’s phone buzzed.
“Oh, I have to go,” she said. “My brother has some problems with my boyfriend again.”
“Okay,” I said. “See ya.” I didn’t move as Kururi-san turned and walked away. I waved as she was gone. I guess I could go and buy a couple of beauty magazines.
I made my way down to the 7-11. My mom and I were going to go out and buy some more cute clothes tomorrow. I looked through all of the beauty magazines and frowned. The models were so pretty but they tried too hard. Kururi-san and her friends dress too risqué for my taste. I couldn’t show off my breasts like they could.
“Excuse me,” someone said behind me. “Is that the latest issue of the Brutus?” I turned around and froze. It was him. I have had my eye on this beautiful older boy since I started high school. His light dyed blonde hair, pierced ears, and lip ring screamed “danger” and “run away”. But I thought he was so cool. He went to another school but I always saw him with his friends around the city. My heart started pounding against my chest.
“Uh… Uh… I don’t know!” I said. My crush chuckled at me.
“You really are cute,” he said. My face turned bright red. My crush called me cute. He actually called me cute.
“Say, I have plenty of time to kill,” my crush said. “Want to hang out?” I thought that I would fly through the roof.
“Yes!” I said, quickly nodding. “Just let me buy a couple of magazines first!” My crush smiled and bowed.
“Go ahead, m’lady,” he said. This had to be a dream. I changed my looks and now my best friend is paying more attention to me? And now my crush is talking to me? I smiled as I walked up to the counter. I started to feel better about myself for the first time in years.
I couldn’t mess this up. I didn’t want him to think I was a plain girl. My crush took me to a karaoke bar. To be honest, I never have been in one of these before. Kururi-san and her friends go on a weekly basis but I never really get invited along. To my surprise, my crush was a really good singer. He was just a beautiful close-up as he did far away.
“Is this alcohol?” I asked, looking down at my glass.
“Nah,” he said. “It’s just juice. Try it. It’s amazing.” I took a sip. I didn’t expect the taste to hit my mouth like it did. I never thought that I would ever spend a day with my crush. He’s older, really hot, makes me laugh, and is really good at singing. Wait… I don’t even know his name.
Suddenly, my crush leaned in and kissed me on the lips. It felt like fireworks going off in my head. My first kiss. We didn’t stop kissing. He slowly pushed his tongue into my mouth. Wow, I didn’t think kissing was so great! My body started to feel hot as his hands moved down to my chest. My crush slowly pulled away.
“Wow, you look like you’re in a trance, Chiyomi-chan,” he said. “Tell me, don’t like kissing?” I sat there panting with my blouse opened wide open.
“Yes,” I said, breathlessly. My crush chuckled.
“Alright then,” he said. “I have something for you that will make it better.” He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small baggie.
“Tat-da!” my crush said. He reached inside and pulled out a small pink pill with a heat indent on the top.
“I call this Happy Cherry,” he said. “This will make you feel good. I use this little baby on many dates. All of the cool kids use it.”
“They do?” I asked.
“Yes,” my crush said. He put pill on his tongue and shoved it into my mouth. Something told me to refuse but I couldn’t. I didn’t what this warm happy feeling to end. I ended up swallowing the pill in the kiss. Pretty soon, bra ended up across the room.
We must have been kissing for what felt like hours. My crush slowly pulled away.
“You like that, huh?” he asked.
“Yes!” I cried. His lips curved into a smirk as he moved his hand to my panties. I squirmed as my body tensed up.
“No! Not that!” I yelped. “It’s sensitive!” My crush licked his lips.
“Wow! You really are wet!” he said. “I’m going to give something better to play with.” He unzipped his jeans. I gulped at his size. That’s what it looks like? He pushed me back onto the table. My crush climbed on top as my head started to spin. My panties ended up across the room with my bra. He grinned at me like a wild cat.
“It will okay,” he purred in my ear. “This drug will make everything better.” He shoved himself inside of me. I had to admit that it hurt for the first time. I could feel every inch of him inside of me. My crush looked down at me smirking.
“Ah, look at you,” he said. “Giving it away to someone you just met. You don’t even know me, you little slut.”
“But I’m not a slut,” I whimpered. My crush started pounding into me hard.
“We just met and you followed me here,” he said. “You had to have expected this to happen.” My crush grabbed me by the face. “Say it. Say you are a slutty brat bitch and you wanted this. It will turn me on.”
“I… I am a slutty brat bitch and I wanted this!” I shouted. I moaned as he pounded harder.
“You really are high, aren’t you?” my crush asked. I only moaned louder. I didn’t know what he was saying anymore but this became too good to stop. He didn’t even try to be giggle.
“Rough is hotter,” he told me. I just lied there and took it. I couldn’t even think straight anymore.
“I love you!” I screamed at one point. My crush smirked at me.
“Heh,” was all he said. Pretty soon, the room started spinning. The last thing I could remember was his smile as he started coming inside of me.
Ikki pulled out with a smirk on his face. The Queen Bee was right.
“That was great sex,” he said. Ikki looked over at a passed out Chiyomi. “You were right good. Let’s play again sometime. I’ll pay for the room myself.” The thug boy pulled out his phone.
“I’ll put your number in my phone,” he said. “Oh and I have to do this.” Ikki took a picture of Chiyomi’s pleasure-filled face. One text later and he was ready to go.
“You better wake up, Chiyomi-chan,” Ikki whispered at the door. “Or else someone else will play with you.” And then he was gone.
Kururi sat near an island inside a house party of another classmate when her phone buzzed. She opened it up and saw the text from Ikki.
“It’s done,” was all it said. The Queen Bee scrolled down and saw the passed-out picture of Chiyomi on the karaoke table.
“Heh,” was all she said. Kururi deleted the text and rejoined her friends.
“119, what is your emergency?”
“I was kidnapped! He beat me and starved me! He kept me locked in the closet!”
“Okay, okay, calm down. You said that you were kidnapped?”
“Where are you now?”
The line went dead.
Eight police officers walked up to Izaya’s apartment around two in the morning. The leader officer pounded on the door.
“Police! Open up!” he shouted. The officer kept pounding until the door open. A half-asleep Izaya had a confused look on his face.
“Huh?” he asked. “Who is it?” The information broker fully woke up to see eight heavily armed officers standing outside his door.
“Okay… What is this?” Izaya asked.
“We got a call about a hostage situation at this apartment,” the officer said. The information broker gave him a confused look.
“Hostage situation?” he asked. “Wait… There is no hostage here. I think you made a mistake. Think you got the wrong apartment?”
“No,” the main officer said. “We got a call from this address.”
“I didn’t make any calls,” Izaya said.
“It was a woman,” another officer said. The information broker narrowed his eyes.
“Nee-san? What’s going on out there?” a girl’s voice asked from inside the apartment. Everyone turned to see Kururi walking into the living room in a lacy nightgown. The remaining police drew out their guns.
“Hold your fire!” their leader shouted. Kururi stood, looking around.
“What’s going on here?” she asked.
“Are you alright, miss?” the officer asked. “You’re not hurt anywhere, are you?” The Queen Bee gave him a strange look.
“No…” she said. Now even the police were getting confused.
“Could we search the apartment?” the main officer asked. By this time, the Orihara siblings started to get annoyed. Izaya sighed.
“Fine,” he said. He moved aside and let the police inside. After about three hours, the police finally left. The Orihara siblings stood in the hall.
“What is going on?” Kururi whispered. Izaya shrugged and shook his head. Though, he did have an idea what just happened. When the police were done, they came out and apologized.
“We really don’t know who made the call,” the main officer said. Izaya tried to stay pleasant as anyone woken up by police at two in the morning would.
“I might have an idea who it was,” he said under his breath.
“Excuse me?” the officer asked. The information broker smiled and shook his head.
“Nothing,” he lied. The officer raised an eyebrow at him.
“Right, if you are having anymore problems, don’t be afraid to call us, okay?” he asked.
“Okay,” the siblings said. The police bowed and left. Kururi clung to Izaya as they were leaving. Somehow, this meant war.
Police were called out to the apartment in the richer part of Ikebukuro. A maid called the police when she came in to clean the house around seven in the morning on a Tuesday. She stood outside the apartment, shaking. The police had to stay with her, calming her down. She tried her best to explain what she found.
The body was naked with eyes wide open. Yen bills were tossed all over the floor. More yen bills were stuffed into the open mouth. The victim was female with a large belly covered in ugly black stitches.
I jerked my body upwards. My room was silent, again. But I knew that this was rouse.
Something told me that I wasn’t alone in my head anymore.