Yoko Asai slept that day as well.
"Why won't you wake me up?"
"He said he's going to be a senior next year, and I still have to wake him up?
In response to Proton's protest, my mother returns the dishes as if they were frightened as they were lined up.
"Come on, roulette start!
Breakfast for three members of the family: Father, Mother and Yoko, watching the TV show they watch every morning.
One lucky person in the audience was also challenged this morning after getting the chance to challenge the sweepstakes roulette.
Throw darts. Roulette stops.
"Oh, wow."
My father raised his voice unexpectedly. Darts won the best prize of 100 million yen. Music rings louder than television, and cheers and applause roll in.
"Nice... that's 100 million yen without any effort, 100 million yen"
Protons pointing their lips.
"Really hey. It's not fair."
My mother sighs, too.
"I wonder if my good boyfriend will swing from the sky, too. Money's fine, I'd like to at least be blessed with a good man."
Shortly after Yoko says so, the content of the show cuts into the news.
"Unknown last night, there was another tragic murder of a female student in Euthanasia City. From the M.O., I have no doubt that he is a serial killer called the Octavian Ripper... '
"There are so many euthanasia cities... does this guy live around here"
Yasuke looks at me and gives me a glance at Yoko.
It's been happening in the city for about three years, serial killings targeting all teenage girls.
From the modus operandi of getting his body torn apart with a sharp blade all over his body, the cheap designation "The Eight Rippers" and so on became entrenched.
Due to the absence of any trace of the harm of sexual assault, there is also a theory flowing that the killer is not a woman, but the truth is uncertain.
"You be careful, too."
"Yes, yes, I don't do night games or anything like that, and I've never been worried about it before."
"Well, yeah."
My father lets his mouth blow to his only daughter, who returns it with a clear voice.
Then I'll go.
"Don't try to eat as calmer as breakfast."
When she finishes her meal, her mother sends out a rushing proton with scolding.
(I feel like I'm having a good day. Oh, no, I dropped a new song yesterday)
I turn on my earphones and bike out while playing Mika Tsukinawa's new song "Hello Bright Future".
Yoko loved the powerful pop Mika song with always positive lyrics.
"Hello, hello, lucky to meet you. Hello, hello, a healthy future."
The song suddenly came in from rust, and Yoko pedaled it as forcefully as if to go with it - shortly afterwards, she fell flashly.
"A world full of dreams and hopes, all born blessed"
I didn't know what happened. I understood that I fell off my bike and my body was beaten hard.
Seeing it, the front wheel of the bike is diagonally cut off perfectly.
I don't understand where the cut part flew and why this happened. I understood that I fell and my body relaxed in front of me and fell in such a way as to blow up in front of my bike.
'There are some bad things, but there are always good things. Don't screw it up.'
Because of the song that plays, Proton took a while to realize. Whether you're rolling into a narrow back alley for every bike or someone right next to you.
Did a fallen detachment get you into a place like this? I just think so. In addition, I understand that this is artificial. Right on the side, I also understood the work of the person looking down at me with a laugh.
Years are as good as protons. He was a boy student in a school-run. The line of the body is thin and looks very neutral. Quite a beautiful man. You could look like a woman if you change your outfit. Whether you're perming, or are you natural and have terrible habitual hair, your hair is a mess. The clear soft looking chestnut hair itself looked beautiful.
Even though he's just a nice boy for how he looks, he's got a mad grin sticking to his face. Protons felt unprecedented danger.
"Hello, hello, lucky to meet you. Hello, hello, a healthy future."
"Aha. I don't know if it was this morning last night. I've been flashy too much lately, and I think we should put up with it a little bit more."
Staring at Yoko, a beautiful boy in a scholastic run says in a clear voice. Though protons couldn't fully hear me because of the music that comes on.
"We need to dedicate more for Shayyah."
When the boy shrugs, many blades, like a long, thin curved knife, come out slowly, from the sleeve of the learning run, from the hem, from the collar.
It's like a myriad of blades that emerge from within a school run. Once connected in front of a boy, the blade forms like a long leg and cuts to the ground. The odd figure also looks like a spider with blade legs at first glance, but the number of those legs goes far beyond that of the spider.
Another proton understood. He said it was the spider on this blade that cut off the bike he was running. Immediately afterwards, I further understood. What does it mean that these spiders are leaning toward you?
"Hello, hello, fate meets. Hello, hello, nice of you. '
The rusty part of the song is repeated over and over. At the same time, the words spoken by the boy are repeated in the brain. Last morning...... I'm reminded of the news I was watching earlier. An incident in the city last night.
'Check it out. A nice future, come on, there you are, smiling'
Listening to the last lyrics flowing, Protons were flooded with tears.
Protons understood just before their consciousness was interrupted. Earlier in the morning on the news, I ran into a serial killer octopus who was only after a girl.
"Haha. Shayyah, I offered you another one. Happy?"
It's a good amount of blood. Inside the neighborhood, looking down at the tragic carcass cut in pieces, the boy speaks to someone with a gentle voice.
Returning blood on the legs of the spider blade disappears as if sucked into the blade. No, the creature was actually sucking blood. When he sucks all the blood back, he returns to the boy's school run, separating the parts that were connected to him.
"I'll dedicate more to resurrecting you, so I'm not waiting."
Looking up at the void and smiling at someone, the boy walked out of the back alley to the front street.
If the days of tranquillity continue for a long time, they turn into absolute evil in the name of boredom. That's Mad Scientist Junko Yukioka and his exclusive killer Shin Aizawa, common values.
The three men, True, Junko and Tired, lived at the Snow Oka Institute in the Candoville basement and were like family members.
In addition to that, there is a strange helper named Blue Neat, who has no face and a large double leaf growing from his head, all over his body blue and white and tufted skin. There are also Phantoms. It is not a sleepover, but a person named Zao also began to show his face to the institute every day, with five human beings in the institute. Plus, if you're going to add a Mad Scientist who's been left alone in the brain and soaked in a culture solution, there's nine of them.
Although the parents are naturally Junko, it seems that Junko performs all household chores such as cleaning laundry meals, and True, tired, and many others are taking care of them. And there was going to be another new family there.
The structure in the laboratory is followed by a helical passage, with rooms at equal intervals. Residential rooms, living rooms, baths, etc. are mainly located near the entrance and the research facilities are in the back.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."
In the morning, when the truth entered the living room, a bright voice echoed. It's not Junko's voice, and tiredness can't be making a voice like this. Not to mention it can't be Zuo. Blue Neat, you don't speak up. It's the voice of someone you have no idea.
Seeing the unusual appearance of the Lord of the Voice did not surprise me otherwise.
Skin covered with all-body green scales. Six arms. The two arms in the middle seem to grow from the back, longer than the other two. The top half of his face is like wearing a razor, and many corners have broken and come up from under the razor. The mouth is amazingly lined with sharp, pointy fine fangs, and the tongue, elongated like a snake and with its tips broken in two, is repeated through and into the mouth with tyrosis. The breasts are huge just ripped off like soccer balls. The lower half of a giant mukade, stretching from under a long skirt. Such a strange Phantom woman, dressed in maid clothes, does the cooking.
"The kid will be living in today and will be working at the lab, Yuki. Not only is he a good housekeeper, but he's also a good assistant to my research."
Junko, who had already waited for the truth to come about the table, greets the truth with an uncontrolled smile, as usual, referring to the alien Phantom in a maid's clothes.
"I'll be working here from today. Nice to meet you."
"Say hello."
Moon greets with the voice of a tall girl. There was no particular emotion, and I truly answered my greeting.
"The kid came to us last night and told me to kill him because he wanted to kill himself and do anything on the lab. - I convinced him to let me think about it, to make a little modification, to be a Phantom, and to work for us."
It does not penetrate the parts of the modification. It's the usual. Those who make their lives crude or want to do something in exchange for their lives are welcome to Junko. And those who relate to Junko.
"You want me to make you a meal, too?
"Good morning......"
Almost at the same time that True asks Junko, the tiredness of weaving a heavy soldier came by and really hugged him. Tired is clothes when going out, but always in Japanese clothes indoors.
Shizuno Rei asks for the human plumage he likes, young and old. Depends on body temperature.
In the beginning I could not care less anywhere. Flat, I was truly quite confused, embarrassed and couldn't wait to get used to the tiredness of hugging, pulling, holding my hand, and sneaking up on my erect genitals, but now I'm used to it and I can't even think of anything to be nostalgic in public.
I also give up half of being seen as the same faggot as I am tired. It stinks worse to explain from myself one way or another, and when I refuse, my tiredness hurts me lightly, and I get stuck with depression. It's much more troublesome that way.
"That's right. Oh, hey, you want me to cook dinner? True you are."
Junko asks with a grin, narrowing her eyes, which are always wide open. Truth seems heartless or illuminated, shifting his gaze away from Junko.
"Yeah... well, I'm used to flavoring your meals and stuff, and I think it's my favorite"
"Huh...?
Answer honestly and listen to the true words you take your seat, Junko, who should have made fun of you, blushes the other way around and loses his words.
"Ugh, you're up in the morning. You show it to me."
"No, it's not that..."
On a teasing moon, the truth is to deny it casually. Breakfast is already arranged at the table.
"This kid is so clever, he remembers things so well, he remembers everything right away. So not only as a chore, but also as my assistant..."
"Best of luck to you!
Junko's words were abridged by a painful scream suddenly raised by the moon.
The moon stifles as she squeezes her body with six arms, twisting her body around violently. Tired takes his seat silently and clings to Junko, truly taking his seat and putting his hand on the pistol of his nostrils.
"Fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-
After the scream, the green revulsion is blown out of his mouth like a fountain, into a meal on the table, and poured over the pure child while sitting. Tired and true bounce backwards to avoid it.
"Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho..."
After pounding the backlash all over the room with the momentum of spraying all the fluid in the body, the moon continues to leak bitter voices when it falls on the spot, causing the body to cramp into small pieces.
"Oops, what was the failure?
Calmly observing the condition, Junko shrugged, dyed all over her body green with moon fluids, and carried a stew flat in her mouth with a massive mixture of moon fluids.
To such a pure child, Tired has a frightened eye.
"Is that it? Makoto, what about breakfast?
Junko is really surprised and speaks up when he tries to leave the living room silently.
"You think I have an appetite?
He threw up without even trying to hide his grumpy appearance and truly left the room early enough.
"Hmm... why are you suddenly in a bad mood?"
Shortly after Junko shrugged in surprise, a shitty squeal of radioactive monsters appeared in a film that had been coming out for a long time since the previous century, followed by a familiar theme song ringing indoors, Junko taking the living room phone.
"Uh, Kiriko.... Humph, I see. Sure, he looks like the kid I made, but I don't even know how he evolved after that. Yeah, okay. Just me and True you were free, and we'll figure it out."
Hang up the phone, Junko sees the tired still clinging to himself.
"I'm sorry, True, but I was wondering if you could call me."
"Yes......"
When I snort at Junko's request, Tired leaves the living room. Junko continues the conversation afterwards.
"What is it? I was going to eat outside."
Dressed to draw my hand tirelessly, the truth returns and complains. Still in a mood.
"I just got a request from the 'hub'. Request for execution of 'The Eight Rippers'. No, I don't think it's a request, but an order."
"Eight Rippers'?
Of course I knew the name. The killer of a series of murders that targeted all teenage girls in pieces. Because of the theory of a backstreet resident, not only the police, but also the hub was trying to catch the killer.
"It was recently discussed that the hub had poked the killer and sent an execution squad, but you mean you turned that back?
If a resident of a back street commits a vicious crime that causes serious harm to a front street, it is punished by the 'hub', a huge public body of darkness that manages the back street, before it is brought to justice by the front street law. At that time, an execution unit is sent, formed from at least ten selected killers belonging to the centre.
The fact that a request came to Junko means that he returned the execution unit and left. If there were enough people to leave the executing unit of the centre, the means to be taken by the centre are determined next. Put out a directive to execute the top handlers in the back streets.
"He left all the executioners, and he didn't kill a single one. They made it all serious and out of combat, though. I felt like I stood up on the other face for once, and I wondered if I had calculated."
"That's not all. It's harder to quit without killing than to kill. Are you also appealing to your skills by repelling them without killing them?"
The truth that I've been in a bad mood before gives me a voice that sounds expressionless but fun. Tired and Junko didn't miss the fact that only for a moment but the truth was zero smile.