78Urges Chapter 0: Beginnings
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Tokyo, Japan 13 years before killing school life
A young boy, around 6 years old, with spiky brown hair, and washed-out hazel eyes, was standing at the top of wooden staircase completely frozen staring blankly at the figure at the bottom of the stairs. The boy, finally moving, walked to the figure as his petite body started to shake.
"K-Komaru" the young boy whimpered.
As the boy got closer the figure was revealed to be a motionless young girl, around 4 years old, sprawled out at the end of the stairs.
"H-hey stop playing around this isn't funny!" the young boy almost screamed as he started to cry.
Getting closer to the young girl the boy noticed her dilated eyes staring blankly back at him.
"Komaru please get up!" the boy cried out as tears started to flow out of his already bloated eyes.
Now getting about a foot away from Komaru the boy notices the state of her head. A bone, bloody and jagged, stuck out of her neck, loose, bloody stained skin hanged on the right side of her head, a pool of blood formed under her lifeless body, Her neck is twisted making her head face a direction it's not supposed to. the boy lets out a blood-curdling scream as he slips on the pool of dark red liquid. The figure of the boy now stained in red is sprawled out onto the floor, but the boy's eyes fixated on Komarus face which is lifeless and contorted. Yet again the boy lets out a scream while he cries and starts to shake the body of his dead sister.
"Komaru! Komaru! Please get up! get up! get up! I didn't mean to! get up! get up! please! I'm Sorry"
the boy screams out while he cries and continues to shake his sister's lifeless form.
The boy continues to cry and scream for his sister to get up and after about 5 minutes gives up any hope of his sister being alive. The boy now feeling complete despair sits in the pool of his sister's blood repeating the same thing over and over.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry" the boy whimpers over and over in hoarse voice.
25 minutes later
A blue SUV is driving down a road while two adults casually talk to each other inside of it.
"Are you sure it was alright to leave Makoto and Komaru by themselves while you picked me up from work?" asked a worried Mrs. Naegi
"Oh, they'll be fine. I know they get a little rough when they play sometimes but Makoto's old enough to watch her for an hour and besides, I wanted to see the great Togami Tower!" said Mr. Naegi as he continues to drive not once taking his eyes off the road
"I don't know... I just feel like something might have happened" said Mrs. Naegi still worried.
"Don't worry dear there's no need to worry everything's gonna be fine," said Mr. Naegi while he looks away from the road to give her a warm smile to put her at ease.
5 minutes passed and Mr. and Mrs. Naegi finally pull up to their house and park the SUV. After parking, they walk for the door, unlock it, and go inside once their inside, they notice its unusually quiet.
"we're home!" shouts Mr. Naegi
No response
"They're probably upstairs playing in Makoto's room again," said Mrs. Naegi.
They walk to the stairs to inform their kids their home but as they reach the stairs they freeze in utter Horror. At the foot of the stairs laying in a pool of blood is their daughter and sitting down next to her drenched in the dried blood is their son Makoto. Both parents start to tear up at what they see before them. Makoto hasn't even noticed their arrival as he continues to stare at the blood and repeat over and over.
"I'm sorry... I'm Sorry... I'm Sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry"
2 years later, Tokyo, Japan 11 years before killing school life
Sitting on a couch together, Mr. and Mrs. Naegi talk with a man who is sitting on the opposite chair, the man has slick blue hair, dark blue eyes, and is wearing a black suit, dress shoes, and a pair of black rimmed glasses.
"Thank you for meeting us again, Mr. Gekkogahara," said Mr. Naegi
"It's no problem at all... so please tell me what's brought you two here today," said Mr. Gekkogahara as he began to pull out his notepad and pencil
"Well... it's about our son Makoto..." said Mrs. Naegi
"Your son... May I ask why he isn't here with us today? said Gekkogahara
"He claimed he didn't need therapy and refused to come..." said Mr. Naegi
"What emotions did he show when he refused to come, was he scared, upset, angry?" asked Mr. Gekkogahara as he wrote something down in his notepad.
"He seemed almost emotionless... like he didn't care in the slightest," said Mr. Naegi.
"Hmm... interesting," Mr. Gekkogahara said as he wrote some more notes down in his notepad.
"So what's the problem with your son?"
"W-well he's... changed ever since a couple of years ago," said a saddened Mrs. Naegi.
"Changed? how?" asked Mr. Gekkogahara
"Now he's more... Cold, distant, and rarely smiles...The complete opposite as when he was younger" Said Mrs. Naegi in a Depressed tone as she started to stare at the floor.
"What about at school?" asked Mr. Gekkogahara as he wrote more notes down.
"That's the weird thing, Mr. Gekkogahara... his teachers always compliment him saying he's the nicest boy in school, has some of the best grades, and is very talented in athletically," said Mrs. Naegi
" Any friends?" asked Me. Gekkogahara after he finished some more notes
"…" Mrs. Naegi was quiet for a second, deep in thought "I don't think so he never gets calls and always comes home right after school and kendo"
"Tell me... when did this all begin?" asked Me. Gekkogahara
"It all began... After the .. I-Incident" said Mrs. Naegi as she begins to tear up
Mr. Naegi sensing that his wife is troubled wraps his arm over her shoulder and gently caresses her which starts to calm her down. "I'll explain the rest... I don't want my wife to relive that awful memory"
"I understand ... so please tell me what happened," said Mr. Gekkogahara
"About 2 years ago... Our Daughter... Died" said Mr. Naegi said in a shaky voice
"If it's not too difficult, could you tell me how she died?" asked Me. Gekkogahara
"On the night she died... I left to go pick up my wife from work so... I asked our son to watch his sister till I got back which he happily agreed to and said he will never let her out of his sight... After My wife and I came home we saw our daughter…" Mr. Naegi paused " We found… Her dead, at the bottom of the stairs, and are son soaked in her blood, kneeling right next to her… It took a while to get our son to speak, but our son told us that the two of them were playing tag when... Our son went to tag her and…. Accidentally pushed her down the steps..." Mr. Naegi explains in a shaky voice as a few teardrops roll down his face and his wife cries into his shoulder
"I see... I'm very sorry for your loss" said Mr. Gekkogahara feeling a little bad he made them relieve such an awful memory.
After giving them a minute to cool down Mr. Gekkogahara begins to speak again " so... based on what you have told me I could conclude three things your son holds you responsible for his sister's death based on the way he acts around you at home, he holds himself responsible for his sisters death and his putting up an act at school, or somehow something else that night changed him"
"Do you really think one of those could be what's wrong with him?" asked Mrs. Naegi as she wipes the remaining tears from her face.
"Possibly, but I won't know for sure till I meet him," said Mr. Gekkogahara as he looks at his watch. "That seems like all the time we have for today's session... please don't hesitate to come back"
"Thank you for your time Mr. Gekkogahara and we'll be sure to come back," said Mr. Naegi as him and Mrs. Naegi bow to Mr. Gekkogahara and take their leave.
Meanwhile with Makoto
Makoto lays in bed happy he's finally alone. He Hates going to school and talking with people but he doesn't want them to think something's wrong with him and draw unwanted attention to himself, which is why he acts like the nice and happy kid there. Still, he does want to be alone so he tries to get home as soon as possible. Makoto could honestly care less about those people, all he cares about is his...
suddenly Makoto feels a sharp pain and grasps his head as images, smells, and the feel of bold pass through his brain... "blood...blood...blood...blood..." Makoto's mind repeats as he starts to feel the
need for blood to...kill.. he needs to see blood.
Makoto quickly snaps out of it while he gasps for air.
This is what he cares most, his urges. It first began after his sister's death and seeing the sight of her dark red blood ooze out onto the floor and seep through the floorboards. He can never get the sight of blood out of his head and wants no... needs to see it and feel it.
He tried using his own blood to calm his need for it, but that never quite quenched his needs like seeing it come from others even if it's just a little bit. At first he trained himself in using a bow and knives so he could kill animals, but after a year his urges got too strong, eventually, he started distracting himself in studies, kendo, and psychological. Yet, with all these distractions, the urges are still there, which is why he decides not to draw too much attention to himself so he acts like his old self at school.
Not wanting to experience his urges again, to distract himself, he starts to read more about chemistry and biology, but even he knows these distractions won't last forever
3 years later, Tokyo, Japan 8 years before killing school life
Makato walks down the hall of his elementary school caring a large stack of papers for his math teacher. Since Makoto still wanted to keep up his nice act, he happily agreed to help when his teacher asked. As he continues walking down the hall he starts to think about his urges and how they have been getting stronger lately. He's been trying to distract himself more with learning new languages like English and German, He even has been learning some martial arts, but none of it is helping. The urges are eating away at him bit by bit.
As Makoto continues walking three bigger kids run into him and knock him over making the paper fly all throughout the hallway.
"Hey watch where you going dweeb," said the tall blonde boy
"yea watch it," said the smallest boy in a slight western accent
"you better apologize now before we force one out of ya," said the more muscular boy brown haired.
Even with there loud voices, Makoto couldn't hear them, his eyes fixated on the paper cut on the stronger boys hand. His blood was slowly dripping down his hand to his wrist Makoto's mind
*Drip* Drip
Drip Drip
Makoto's mind started to scream "kill... you need more". Makoto, trying his hardest to fight back his urges, was just standing there looking blankly at the boy's hand.
The muscular boy, angered with the Makoto not answering him, grabs him by the collar of his shirt with his bloody hand "hey kid you better answer me or-" in one swift movement Makoto's hand was at the boys neck giving a precision stab with a sharp number 2 pencil into the boys Internal carotid artery stopping blood supply to the brain.
The boy, choking on his own blood, fell to his knees as he tried grabbing at the object jammed in his neck, only making Makoto only put it in deeper. After 2 minutes of struggle, the boy's eyes finally rolled into the back of his head as his body slacked and he fell to the ground in his own bed of wet roses.
Makoto looked up from the body and he noticed the two other boys have left, probably to get help, but Makoto didn't care, cause now he felt relieved and relaxed like everything was right in the world.
*Sigh*
"Now time to get rid of the evidence," said a calm Makoto
2 years later, Ise, Japan 6 years before killing school life
Two years have passed since he murdered that boy. The other two kids there told the teachers, who then told the police, but by then, he already got rid of any evidence using chemicals from the chemistry lab to create a cleaning agent and smell repellent to clean the blood, to get rid of prints, and make the body untraceable by a dog. Then he burned the pencil using a Bunsen burner and stuffed the body in the ceiling rafters. Though he was accused of doing the crime and everybody knew he did it, they had no concrete evidence other than two statements, he was a minor, and if it came down to it he would have pleaded self-defense, so he got off scot-free.
Even though he wasn't convicted of doing the crime, his parents were still furious at him because they knew, and so did everybody else, that he did it. He killed that boy in cold blood. He didn't care though... He felt so relaxed and free when he watched the blood pour out of the boy's neck. Killing that boy made his Urges die down a little.
Both Mr. and Mrs. Naegi, Feeling like their son wasn't getting any better and need to be punished for his actions, lead him to where he's at now, marching in a line with a bunch of meet headed delinquents at some Military Academy in Ise, but, not wanting to draw too much bad attention to himself, he makes sure people see him as weak, made friends with other students, and pretended to listen to their problems. They weren't completely useless. The ones that were thieves before being taken here taught him how to pickpocket, lock pick, and move undetected, while the ones that used to hunt before coming here Taught him how to shoot, after stealing some guns from the armory, carve animals, and set traps.
For Makoto, this place wasn't so bad, he always had something to distract him from his urges like drills, studying, or conditioning. After 2 Years of being here, it started to feel like home to him. Sadly, today is his last day.
When they finished marching, a man with dirty brown hair and bright green eyes wearing a blue military uniform walked up to Makoto and saluted, Makoto saluted back.
"Are you Makoto Naegi?" asked the man
"Yes sir"
"You will be leaving at 1400 hours, are you ready to depart?" asked the man
"Yes sir"
After parting ways with the man, Makoto went back to the barracks to finish packing. Once back at the barracks he went straight to his bunk and began packing.
"Yo short stack," a familiar voice said. Hearing the voice, Makoto Turned around and saw some of the "friends" he made at the academy, all in their mandatory academy military uniforms.
The one who spoke was a tall Muscular boy around 14 with orangish brown eyes and short red hair named Sakane Doppo. To the right of Sakane was a boy also around 14 that was tall and skinner but still had a little muscle with green eyes and short dirty blond hair named Seki Sukishi. To the left of Sakane was a medium-sized and a little muscular girl around 13 who Makoto was quite fond of. She had short straight green hair with dark green eyes her name was Kono Maru.
Putting on a Bright fake smile Makoto said "Hey, what's up guys?
"...Are you really leaving today?" asked Kono with a frown
"Yea.. my parents are coming to get me in couple minutes, " said Makoto with a sad smile
"...we'll miss you, bro," said Seki putting his arm around me
"I'll miss you guys too... try not to get into too much trouble without me," said Makoto jokingly
Sakane laughed "yeah right we should be saying that to you, we wouldn't want you getting sent back here again now would we"
They all shared a laugh as they had one last group hug. hearing the beep from a car they separated
"Well... I guess it's time for me to go" Makoto said with a sad smile but to them and smile from him made them feel a hundred times happier.
"Try not to forget about us shorty," said Sakane giving me a noogie
"Of course I won't, how could I ever forgot my best friends," said Makoto with a glistening smile
Turning around, Makoto started walking to the car but stopped walking when he heard Kono call out to him "Makoto wait!" Kono was running towards Makoto
After turning around Makoto, was met with a blushing Kono putting her lips together and pressing them onto Makoto's cheek swiftly.
Running away from Makoto, Kono shyly screamed. "Bye Makoto!"
Entering the car a surprised Mr. Naegi asked Makoto "So who was that? Your girlfriend?" Makoto Ignored him as he felt the spot where Kono had kissed him. He never had been kissed by a girl before, it felt alien to him, yet the thought that it was Kono made him feel a little warm inside. He quickly dismissed these thoughts though, he didn't need them he had to focus on his urges. Wanting to distract himself he began to read a book about Anatomy while they drove back to Tokyo.
2 years later, Tokyo, Japan 4 years before killing school life
Makoto's Urges have been getting stronger over the years, so he decided the best way to ease it. All he had to do was give in. Which leads him to where he is now wearing all black and a mask holding a bloody knife while standing in a room filled with plastic wrap and a dead body on the table.
He felt so... relaxed, at ease, like the time he killed that young boy. The blood was everywhere but not a single drop on him. He cut the finger of the body and carved an M into it. After he left his calling card he gathered the plastic wrap and the body and burned them. Then took the ashes scattered them in the river and washed every bit of his body, his clothes, and his knife.
This wasn't a random kill, of course, he was no serial killer. He got hired by the Yakuza, rich companies, like the Togami corporation, and sometimes by private groups like Fenrir. If he was going to calm his urges might as well make some money off it. He never killed the same way, always changed it up, he preferred to use close quarter weapons to see the blood, but sometimes he had to resort to sniping or bombing. There was one thing that always gave away who killed them though, there was always an M somewhere at the crime scene. he did this not because he takes pride in his kill, he just does this so no one can take the blame. He doesn't like killing, he likes the blood, it's the only way to calm the urges so he won't stop.
Makoto, still wearing all black and a mask walks into the Yakuza's main house to pick up his reward and his next hit. Once he reaches the gate he hits the buzzer on the intercom and a scruffy voice comes from the speaker.
"Your M right?" asked the voice
Makoto looks at the camera and nods
"Damn they weren't kidding when they said you were young, all right come in," said the voice as the gate opens
Makoto has a deal with all the groups he works with, they don't pry on who he is, he won't ask questions.
Makoto walks down the gravel path through a traditional Japanese garden and admires the beautiful scenery. Once he reaches the door of the Yakuza's bosses room he opens it and sits down at a table on a tatami mat, across from him is a tall and muscular man around 40 with dusty blond crew cut hair, freckles and gold eyes, wearing a black two-piece suit and a black fedora, his name Fukumoto Kuzuryu.
Sitting down next to him was his son a would be spitting image of his father clothes and everything if it wasn't for his what some would call "baby face" his name was Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu.
"Did you get it done, M?"
Makoto nodded
"Any complications?"
Makoto shook his head
"Good, here is your pay," said Mr. Kuzuryu as he slides a case of two hundred twenty-two thousand yen over to Makoto
Makoto Generously takes the money
"Your next hit is Wakaki Jou, He's from a rival gang the Karazuki. He's been giving us a lot of fucking trouble so make it slow!" said Mr. Kuzuryu while sliding over a folder to Makoto
Makoto opens up the folder and reads all about his next hit. Once he's done he nods in agreement to Mr. Kuzuryu, but before he could get up to leave Mr. Kuzuryu speaks out
"M, I got a question for you. Do you give a shit if I ask?" Mr. Kuzuryu asked
Makoto nodded in approval to ask
"How fuckin old are you? You look too young to be caught up in shit like this" Asked Mr. Kuzuryu
Makoto pandered for a second. This was breaking their agreement, but this must have been eating away at him if he was willing to break it. Pulling an out a pen and paper Makoto writes down his age in French so he can't track his handwriting, hands it over to Mr. Kuzuryu, and leaves
"hmm 15... what an interesting kid." Mr. Kuzuryu thought.
1 year later, Tokyo Japan 3 years before killing school life
Makoto is sitting at home watching the news while Mr. Naegi goes to pick Mrs. Naegi from work. The news is showing one of Makoto's latest hits. Lately, they have been calling Makoto Mr. M or Murdering Mystery. luckily, the police haven't caught on to him yet, but there was this one girl with lavender hair he had to shake off his trail recently. He guesses that means he's got to be more careful. while watching the news Makoto here's the home phone ring and goes to answer it.
"Hello Naegi residence," said Makoto
"Is this Makoto Naegi?" asked a woman on the other line
"Yes it is," said Makoto
"I'm sorry to inform you put your parents have been in a terrible car accident and are being treated at Metropolitan Hiroo Hospital-" said the woman
By the time Makoto heard this he rushed off to the hospital. It may not seem like it but Makoto loves his parents dearly since they have been all he's had since his sister died. The only reason he is cold to them is that he doesn't want them to get to close to him and see who he really is, but now the thought that they might be in danger, the wall he built up is beginning to crumble.
Entering the hospital Makoto ran straight to the receptionist
"Name please," said the receptionist
"Makoto Naegi I'm here for my parents Koide and Nonaka Naegi," said Makoto in a hurry
The receptionist types some things into the computer
"... oh dear.. head to floor two room twenty-six," said the receptionist
Makoto rushed up the stairs to the second floor and straight to room 26. what he saw in the room horrified him, laying on a hospital bed was his mother hooked up to a bunch of tubes with about seventy-five percent of her body covered up in bandages.
Noticing Makoto a doctor with dark purple hair and grey eyes in his 50s walked up to Makoto
"Are you Makoto Naegi?" asked the doctor
"yes I am... Are my parents going to be okay?"
"...I'm sorry to inform you but... your father died shortly after the crash and your mother... Is in pretty rough shape... We did all we could to help her... now we have to just hope she pulls through " said the doctor grimly
Makoto was devastated, not only did his father die, but his mother might not make it as well. He wishes he had a second chance with them to make up for all the time he was distant and cold. Sadly, Makoto knows that no matter how hard you wish for something it still won't come true so instead of grieving he had to focus on the now and spend time with his mother.
"Thank you, Dr-" Makoto glances at the doctor's name tag" Tsumiki. Could you give me and my mother some alone time?' asked Makoto
"Sure thing... take all the time you need," said Dr. Tsumiki
Once the doctor left, Makoto walked to his mother's side and sat down. Makoto holding his mother's hand couldn't hold it in anymore and started to cry softly into his mother's hand This was the first time he cried since Komaru died
.
"..Makoto..." the faint voice of Mrs. Naegi said
Makoto looked up and was met with the soft grey eyes of his mother "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...I-I shouldn't have been so cold to you... I just didn't want you to find out who I really was... I didn't want you to hate me, I'm a terrible son... I bet you hate me" said Makoto has he continued to cry into his mother's hand
"I... could never hate you... you're my son I'll always love you, No matter what you do... I'll love you, no matter who you really are I'll love you... so don't apologize.. because you have done nothing wrong" said Makoto's mother in a weak voice holding firmly onto Makoto's hand,
Makoto said nothing as he continued to cry into his mother's hand
"Makoto... promise me one thing," said Makoto's mother in a voice getting weaker by the second
"Yes! anything!" cried out Makoto
"Please... Never give up don't stop moving forward... don't ever give up hope" said Makoto's mom had her eyes shut
As soon as she closed her eyes the heart monitor flatlined and doctors rushed into the room
"Mom!" Makoto cried out as he went to reach out to her only to be stopped as a doctor grabbed him
"I'm sorry but you need to leave," the doctor said as he began to drag out a crying Makoto while the other doctors tried to resuscitate Mrs. Naegi
30 minutes later
Makoto was sitting in the hall waiting for news on his mother. He, now getting his emotions together, has come to terms of his father's death and mothers current state was calm but also greatly depressed. He prepared himself for whatever news that they gave him but was still scared and sad about what might have happened to his mother.
While Makoto was pondering the state of his mother a doctor walked up to him holding a clipboard
"Mr. Naegi, I'm happy to tell you we were able to save your mother, but... she won't be able to wake up, she is in a coma, the damage down to her brain from the accident was too severe... it's even a miracle how she was able to even talk to you" said the doctor
"Will she ever wake up?"
"It's... possible, but very unlikely," said the doctor
"I see.. thank you."
after the doctor left Makoto sat in a chair next to his mother and held her hand
"I swear to you mom... I will keep that promise" thought Makoto as he laid his head on the bed and drifted off to a long overdue sleep.
1 year later. Tokyo, Japan 2 years before killing school life
A year has passed since Makoto's mother fell into a coma and she has yet to wake up. Makoto hasn't given up the hope of her waking up. every weekend he goes to visit her each time bringing a new vase of flowers.
Since then Makoto has kept his promise of moving forward. he goes to school, participates in clubs like kendo and the debate team. Hangs out with people, and is even on the student council. Still, these things are not only to keep his promise but to distract him from the urges.
Makoto still does private killing to keep a nice income, but mostly only to those who deserve his wrath,
But where he's at Now he can have a chance to move forward to a better life, a life where he doesn't need to kill.
Makoto stands in front of the Famous Hope's peak academy reading a letter he got a couple of days ago that says the following
"This year, we decided to accept one student chosen by lottery from among each and every one of the country's regular high school students."
"As a result, we invite you to attend our school as a person possessing "Super High-school Level Good Luck". Makoto knew in other words they wanted to give other normal people the hope that one day they could go to hope's peak by having a so-called "lucky student". Using this Makoto could have a fresh start.
Of course, Makoto did research on the other students going to the 78th class like their Names, Talents, appearance, family, and past. He wanted to be prepared for what his future held for him. there were some that where harder to research though.
Makoto looked up with determination at Hope's peak "this is the beginning of my fresh start... a one without blood" thought Makoto as he stepped on the campus
As soon as he fully stepped onto the campus everything started to spin and Makoto's vision went black.
That's it folks end of chapter 0
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