Kazuki Aiche
Kazuki burst into his room, threw his bag onto the floor and fell onto his bed.
Stressful day as always? He thought.
Life was hardly ever fair for him. He always managed to get himself in trouble, always doing something wrong, something out of order and all because of his damned imagination.
Some people crave a good imagination. They would say that they could write an epic novel if they had a good enough imagination. Kazuki had an imagination, and it was a big one.
It was too big.
Day after day, after every waking moment, he would be haunted by thoughts in his head, visions in his mind of him committing things that would be inconceivable to most people. Death was merely a tiny fragment of what horrors twisted inside his mind. Torture, Violence and other evils were just choice cuts for what his mind could conjure in the bakery of gratuitous and twisted thoughts.
Occasionally, these thoughts come true. He would add application to them. Maybe the small things; a stab in a mocking persons hand with a sharp object, ramming a rubber ball down a laughing person?s throat, a beating with a chair. Those were tiny, miniscule fragments of what he thought of, and he did them. Of course there were much worse things he had thought of, some of which he had performed.
No-one had ever died by his hand, but many had suffered, and now someone is in the Shinjuku District Hospital, all because of a little argument over where to go out on Saturday. A petty argument perhaps, but when it got serious, it would turn into a matter of life and death for both of them.
Why should he go to the bowling alley? The Street Serpents would be there and Kazuki was hated by them for sending one of their top men into hospital with smashed ribs. Hell, he was part of them until he ran away; making them even more inclined to get him.
What did Kimiko have against going to the Karaoke Club? She wanted to go all week, and when he said they could go, she complained. She said she couldn?t bear going there, and when they argued, Kazuki?s mind got the better of him, so be struck her, she just stood in shock in what he did and looked at him, afraid.
He hated that look.
He clenched her throat and winded her, causing the escaping air to become trapped and her to pass out. When he let her go, she wasn?t breathing.
Waking up to reality, he ran home, trying not to get caught. It was fortunate that they were alone in the house. Kazuki placed an empty bottle of tablets next to her and placed one in her mouth before leaving the apartment.
If the devil were flesh and blood, he would be Kazuki.
The boy without conscience.
