Life flows slow, no shocks/new discoveries. Strolling streets, scouting new spots, secluded, abandoned. Alas few—couple derelict builds no good, no dark alleys/undercity bridges. Hard to find maniac lair.
Past half year: got some protection—pepper spray, taser, folding knife not full kit. But boosts confidence. Stick to good boy rules: no evening walks, no shady spots. Just eye from afar.
Ideally gun, but wait; plan exists. Know it won't stop serious grabbers—like that priest maniac last war machine-gunned, no sweat. But inner confidence yes.
Honestly, cult hideout idea sours more. Say find guy night near base—tase, then? Strong, but no trace-drag. Once twice ok—but probes victim routes/presumed kill spots, scour area no hinder.
Not confident masking spot. Find it, trace me. And bodies? Detective shows: acid bath, forest parts—but hassle. Idea sucks. Sole reason: prep ritual circle.
Hmmmm, circle yes. Why assume needs foundation like movies? Dark basement, candles, chalk floor. Why not... hm... draw? No, embroider... on rug? Overkill. But idea: print on... dunno yet. Rubber sheet? Rollable tube-carry? Stunned me frozen.
Seriously, portable ritual circle! Genius! Hm, sneak private sector night, tase residents, unroll sheet, do on it! Bail! No body cleanup! Iiiand... hm. Probably torch house end. Firefighters come, see murder quick. But fire hides traces. Haha, criminal genius!
Turned home; found Shiro's shed circle, sketched. Doubts on resizing later, but portable sheet fixes! Now: what sheet? Blood-soaked, washable sans smudging circle. Heavy think.
*A month later.*
So fed up! No net/2ch, finding meter-square thin rubber mats near impossible—why near? Impossible! Doubt exist! Plan change, eyed surroundings. Week staring: sails!
Tweaked to lighter: ship flag! Easy: order plain black portside! "Why?" pirate game, plausible! Suggested paint for Jolly Roger flag.
Now stand shed with flag/paint facing circle, realize: artist yes, but exact copy no. Doubts: better precise copy, just in case. Scratched head, delayed days. Hunt whatman/stencil paper nearest stationery.
*Week later.*
Finally! 8 tries... now apply stencil, paint red.
First try joy! Yearly plans done!
*Half a year later.*
School year over, summer, 2002. Raincoat, knife tucked, train-bound. Rain out window, Okinawa horizon. Yes, time: first human kill. And hope snag gun. Plan ready! Simple genius, but execution snags likely—when not?
Idea: heading Akita summer, Okinawa layover. Direct possible, but need Okinawa! Simple: US military base there! No, not assault. Soldiers human, hit town armed. Stakeout nightclubs shadows nights for target. Fun fact: local cops only batons/tasers; eyed tase-rob, no dice.
Combine pleasure necessity. Soldier ready die anyway. Thought long, made rules: no kids unless must, no women unless must. Men fine. Timed rain week via forecasts—not rare. Rain washes traces/scents—paranoid yes. Hide gun city, retrieve late summer return Fukuoka.
*4 hours later, alley.*
Now hate rain post-stairs. Hour freezing nightclub rain. Target: black guy beer-bottled, girl-hugged. Corner club. Oooobvious client—not cuz black! Partly... not racist, almost. Only blacks here US base, camo clothes!
Flashback old movies tho: turn corner, vampire? Girl his meal? Or vice versa. Second thought: cliché—but anime world, vampires exist?
Enough doubt! Gripped self, dashed street into alley. Just kissing, no eating. Why rain tho? Creep pair, realize: no quick silent kill sans scream. Girl witness too—both go.
Second waver, ditch heart/stab throat—cinematic, practice my height no. Options, rush: left arm waist-hug, right knife-side stab alt. Twitch, but hug tight; moans, minute strikes weaken, drop.
Hah..hah. Killed man, really. Theory before, bravado; now. Bang done. Hands shake, blood roars head, panic/flee urge. No, unseen; alley empty. No enter. C'mon, loot—gloves no trace. Gun money.
Kneel frantic grope, no find. Knife aside, thorough. Wallet docs only! No gun?!
Absurd my worldview, freeze. How?! Girl: dress no pockets, no bag. Where stuff? Club left? His bag-gun club?
But theft risk outing... ten sec blank stare two bodies, blood puddle-mixing. Soon rain-blood alley-flow—snap, bail!
Up bail. Knife! Near forgot! Back, find dark floor. Motive think: robbery! Empty black wallet, toss docs body-near. Less sus.
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