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Fandom: Nanbaka/Corpse Party (crossover) Genre: Horror Characters: Hajime Sugoroku, Samon Gokuu, Kiji Mitsuba, Kenshirou Yozakura, Jyugo, Uno, Nico, Rock, Tsukumo, Liang, Upa, Qi, Honey, Trois, Musashi, Sachiko Shinozaki, Ryou Yoshizawa, Yuki Kanno, Tokiko Tsuji, Yoshikazu Yanagihori, Yoshie Shinozaki, Takamine Yanagihori, some OCs to take the role of Kizami later on instead of actual Kizami Includes major character death.
Chapter 12 of ?
When Samon Gokuu had woken up in this place, he'd immediately realised his luck was at an all time low. Not only was this place obviously dangerous from the first glance, but of all the people he had to be trapped in a mysterious murder house with, of all the people fate had to push him into, and have wake him up with no manner or decorum, it had to be Hajime fucking Sugoroku.
Once they were both awake, they'd argued over their priorities in this place were. Then, they'd argued over which direction to go in first. The priorities they'd decided on were to search for the inmates, search for an exit, and gather information about their situation. As they explored, they found plenty of papers detailing bits and pieces, most of them scrawled on by half-sane victims trapped within the confines of what was apparently a haunted school. Messages to friends, messages to 'whoever finds this note', frantic scrawlings from a desperate mind, last words meant to point fingers at those who had wronged them. Little of use, other than to say it didn't look like there was much in the way of escape. Some notes spoke of being hunted down by ghosts holding weapons, or of their companions going insane and cutting them down. The most useful thing they found lying around in the halls was a newspaper clipping talking about a kidnapping.
It wasn't until they reached a room labelled 'Reference Room' that they found anything of use. When they opened the door, they found a room stacked with books, folders and old newspapers, some old, some modern. It looked like the books were taken from the school bags of some of the students who had died here - several stacks of work books with different names scrawled across them, text books and library books with the name of the library or school they'd come from on the inside cover. Hajime began sorting through the old newspapers, looking for any articles of use. Samon found himself looking at each of the books that didn't seem to belong.
"Follow up report." Hajime read aloud as he realised he had something relevant in his hands. "Says here the four kids that got kidnapped were murdered by the teacher. Cause of death was the removal of the tongues, causing death by excessive bleeding or choking. One child had the majority of her head removed, everything from the jaw up, like that one kid described the 'ghost' that was chasing her. All these newspapers and notices make reference to the school and area Number 99 spoke about in that stupid ghost story he told. Sounds like one of those stupid horror movies where you get trapped in a ghost's grudge or something like that." He looked to Samon, saw him flicking through a pink spiral notebook. "Anything useful in that?"
"Scrawled notes from some self-proclaimed ghost-hunter or supernaturalist." Samon answered offhandedly. "Most of it's about different sights, haunted hospitals, old churchyards, shit like that. Ah!" He stopped on a page. "Heavenly Host Elementary School. Shinozaki estate...super haunted...severe physical effects against the researcher...significant danger involved in research." He skimmed through the page until he found something of use. "In order to enter the cursed grounds of Heavenly Host, one only needs to anger the spirits involved. Incorrect performance of the Shinozaki charm or gossip of the spirit's death may suffice. So this girl is basically saying we're here because 99 told a ghost story. Okay...method of egress...is blank." He sighed, turned the page, and frowned. The next page was coated in bloodied fingerprints and strange marks. The writing became more frantic and messy as it went on. "...Something something girl in red dress...ghost children...ah. The ghost hunter murdered someone while she was here." That was where the notes ended, so he closed the book and went looking for another one that might be of use.
"Shinozaki..." Hajime had picked up another paper. Skimmed through it. "Says here that Sachiko Shinozaki wasn't killed."
"What?"
"She was still alive when the police got to the scene. It was with her testimony that authorities were able to convict Yanagihori of the murders of the other three children...Yanagihori was deemed unable to take responsibility for his actions and was sent to a high security psychiatric hospital." He shuffled through a few more papers. There were reports about and interviews with the families of both the victims and perpetrators.
There was nothing about Sachiko Shinozaki.
Odd. Not a single mention was made of her or her family following the incident and the arrest. Had the family been relocated for safety? Had the journalists been kept away?
"The girl, the supernaturalist, put a lot of emphasis on Shinozaki." Samon pointed out. "The haunted Shinozaki estate, the Shinozaki charm, the Shinozaki grudge...I guess it's possible she tried to curse someone out of anger after witnessing all that..."
"There's nothing else about her after that. It says here journalists tried to force their way into Tsuji's father's place of work in order to interview him, so they clearly didn't care too much about their privacy."
"They never do." He picked out a book and read the name scrawled on the front. It was another journal someone had brought in with them, and the kanji seemed familiar. "Ki...biki Kou...I think. It's the name of the person the supernaturalist mentioned. The one she murdered when she came here." He flicked it open to a random page, shook his head and started flicking through for anything of use.
"The perpetrator is reported to have escaped his hospital and hanged himself. At least we know what happened to him." He tossed the last paper aside with a sigh. "Anything in that guy's journal?"
"The four missing children were found in a disused basement room, officially sealed away after construction." Samon read word for word from the journal, sounding disinterested. "When authorities gained entry, they were greeted with an inhumanely horrific sight. Based on the evidence at hand, the murder weapon was determined to be a large pair of sewing scissors found in the hands of the accused. Investigators suspected some hesitation on the man's part, as the victims' wounds indicated his full strength had not been used. Nonetheless, it was clear he had acted with extreme malicious intent. Cause of death was listed as loss of blood following removal of the tongues, but the truth is not so clinical, or if it can be believed, not quite as pleasant." He hesitated. The next part detailed exactly how each child had been killed. To cut it short, he could just say each was stabbed repeatedly. "The details are taken from information previously unreleased to the public. Uhh...bearing witness to this all was seven-year-old Sachiko Shinozaki, in many ways the most pitiable and long-suffering one of them all. It was through her tearful and frightened testimony that Yanagihori was officially charged. Going back to information on this unfortunate girl's whereabouts, it is understandable that sensitive information pertaining to her and her family would be withheld. What is harder to understand, however, is that there's not even the slightest trace of this information to find...as if it never existed..."
"As if it never existed?" Hajime got to his feet and stretched. "So the records were destroyed?"
"Maybe." Samon scanned a few more pages. "Says here the perpetrator had no motive for the crime, and was seen as a friendly and gentle soul before this event. His father was the principal. Around the time of the murders, Takamine Yanagihori began speaking gibberish, scrawling nonsense on the walls, hiding in his office and acting severely paranoid, so it's believable that his son also simply 'lost his mind'."
"I don't think these murder reports are doing us any good."
"The fact that they're plastered all over the place must mean something..."
"But until we find out what makes them so significant, we can't really take much from all this."
"Hang on, there's another mention of curses in here."
"You believe in curses?"
"No, but there's something they're calling a curse, some energy, and that's worth something, right? If we can find out what, exactly, that is, we're one step closer to finding a way out." He skimmed through the writing in the journal again. "Here: 'I believe we're looking at a curse far more powerful than anything man could devise. From the day this school first opened its doors, to the day it closed them forever, Heavenly Host Elementary's basement room has existed as some kind of cursed ground. To find the underlying cause, we must go back, back beyond the infamous kidnapping and murder case. Back a whole twenty years. Since the school has been demolished, and another built in its place, it is no longer possible to investigate the basement room directly, but my protege may have discovered the next best thing.' So if we found the basement room of this place, we might have more clues."
"Great. The basement room."
Any further info they tried to seek from within the reference room brought them no closer to understanding their situation or the way out. Some more arguing on their next move, and they found themselves walking across the second floor, towards where they were sure they'd seen an infirmary before. It made sense to make a place like that a base to meet up in, since it would have some fairly important supplies. It was as they crossed toward the east side of the building that the two of them saw their first ghost.
It was a little boy, stood on the far side of a hole in the floor, staring at them. Following gut instinct, Samon pulled the brim of his cap low and avoided looking at the child's face. Something inside him just told him it would be a bad idea. The child called out to them, garbled words, barely words at all, as if he was making sound with no way to shape it.
As if he had no tongue.
It had stated, in the info that Samon had read but not read aloud, that the killer had removed his victims' tongues, like some kind of trophy. It was as if this was one of the victims, though without seeing the boy's face, Samon couldn't say anything for sure.
"Whatever you do, do not look him in the eye." He warned Hajime as he continued walking.
"You couldn't have mentioned that before?!"
"Did you seriously just look that thing in the eye?!"
Turning swiftly on his heel, Samon found Hajime stood opposite the ghost child, rigid and with a look somewhere between fury and bewilderment on his face. He was definitely looking the thing in the eye, and he wasn't blinking.
The ghost boy spoke again. "Cmmme wupffmeee..."
He took a step towards the hole.
"Hajime?" Another step. "Hajime! What the hell are you doing now?"
"I...can't...control it. I can't stop!"
Samon moved closer, trying to survey the situation. The child was occupied with Hajime, and likely wouldn't meet his eyes if he looked at his face, but he would still rather not chance it, and kept his field of vision low. The child had his hand outstretched, as if he was beckoning his victim closer, over to where the wood got weaker, over into the hole. Of course, if Hajime kept walking, he would all too soon find himself falling. The guard was pretty resilient, so there was every chance he would survive such a fall, but it was best to avoid testing that theory out.
Step. Step. Step. He seriously couldn't stop, no matter how hard he tried to fight it. It was almost as if the moment he'd made eye contact with that child, he'd been taken over. Loathe as he was to appear lacking in the willpower department, he really couldn't struggle against this. Nothing he tried to do seemed to have even the slightest affect.
Hajime felt a tug on the back of his uniform. An arm around his waist, trying to haul him back. Samon was trying to pull him back away from the hole. Step. Step. Step. He heard boots dragging against the wooden floor as Samon failed to keep him still, got dragged along after him. His toe tipped over the edge of the hole. One more step and he would fall. All he could see was the wide eyes of the child with no tongue.
And then nothing. Black in his vision. He wasn't falling, he wasn't walking, and it seemed something was over his eyes. It took him a moment to register what, exactly, had happened. Realising that it was eye contact keeping Hajime under control, Samon had thrown one arm over his eyes to break that contact. And by some stupid miracle, it worked. He heard the child hissing at them, and felt Samon attempt to step back. Hajime followed, stepping back a few times in time with him, and then turning away from the hole suddenly enough that Samon, raised up on his toes in order to cover the taller man's eyes, overbalanced and hit the floor. He managed to recover well, and was up on his feet again almost instantly.
"You asshole! You did that on purpose!"
"You're seriously going to start whining now?! What did you expect me to do, walk backwards for the rest of my life?!
"If you weren't dumb enough to look that thing in the eye, we wouldn't have that problem in the first place!"
"If you knew it was dangerous, you should have said!"
"I did say!"
"Yeah, and only seven years too late!"
"Quit exaggerating, you dumb gorilla!"
"Who're you calling a gorilla?!"
When the boy across the hole started to moan, the two guards seemed to have a silent agreement pass between them to walk as they continued their argument, and to spew abuse at each other at a lower volume.
Focused as they were on trading verbal blows, they let their feet carry them across to the east side of the building, eventually coming out at the corridor leading to the infirmary and science lab. In this dimension, too, the splattered remains decorated the far wall, and the guards gave the blood and whatnot a wide berth. Trying the door to the science lab wielded little result. The door was locked, and from behind it drifted a peculiar smell. Frying meat, if they had to find a way to describe it. Someone cooking something. Bizarre and out of place.
"An infirmary would be a good place to make base." Hajime stated when the two stepped inside. It was dusty, but free of corpses, and access to medical supplies was nothing to be sneered at. Items littered the floor, and he looked down as one hit his foot. Or, well, his foot hit it. On the floor lay a festival doll, dressed in a red dress and matching bonnet. He glanced over at Samon, who had gone to the back wall, crouched down to look at something else on the floor. "Find something shiny, boy?"
"Shut up!" The monkey stood, holding up what he had found. "Someone's personal effects. Glasses, broken. Look a lot like the ones Number 71 wears, but that doesn't tell us anything for sure. This here is medical, clearly a prescription...if I can find a name...not sure what this is." He turned over the objects in his hands. Hajime looked back at the stupid doll. It looked like something Hitoshi would probably gush over. "Oh shit-!"
Samon was looking at one of the beds. Hajime followed his eye and saw the ghost child curled up in the corner, staring at the bedframe. It was the same child from before.
"Don't look it in the eyes, right?"
"Right. I think it might be following us."
"Guess we can cross off the infirmary for possible safe spaces then."
"We should go."
"Well, duh."
"Turn...west...six...paces..."
The voice came from neither of them. It was a tinny, robotic voice, speaking in a set rhythm. If Hajime didn't know any better, he'd say it was coming from the doll in his hands.
Having apparently come to the same conclusion, Samon came over and poked it. "Six paces west?" He repeated with a frown.
"That's what it said." West, if he was correct, was the door out of the infirmary, so they would have to follow the instructions given that far at least.
"Where do you think it's leading us?"
"It's a doll."
Regardless of his statement that the doll wasn't trying to tell them shit, Hajime kept it with him when they left.
"North...eight...paces..."
Samon turned and began walking toward the pile of guts across the far wall.
"What are you doing, Monkey?"
He stopped, looked back. "Following the doll. And don't call-"
"You want to follow the doll?"
"I-"
"It said eight paces, dumbass. You took nine."
"I did not!"
Hajime counted out eight paces, and even with his larger stride ended up a step behind Samon. "You were saying?"
"Your steps are just too small. You're doing that on purpose!"
"My top priority is not messing with your inability to count, it's to get out of here alive."
"I can count just fine!"
"Bullshit, you can't even count to eight!"
"I took eight steps!"
"East...four...paces..."
"Can you handle counting to four?"
"Hajime!"
It was clear from the specific instructions from the doll that someone was intending to lead them somewhere. Though they couldn't deny something odd was going on here, the sceptical part of their minds tried to come up with some logical explanation for things. It was a prerecorded message intended to start in the infirmary. The ghosts weren't real. That sort of thing. Regardless, Hajime turned the doll over in his hands and found a name written on the back.
Yoshikazu Yanagihori
The killer. Hajime mentally prepared himself for any trap that they may be walking into.
The doll's instructions led them back to the staircase that had taken them up to the reference room. At the last pace, Hajime found himself stood over uneven ground, or rather over a single conspicuous lump in the floor. The guards stared at the doll a moment, awaiting another command. It made a sound, like weeping, but said nothing more. The supervisor tested the bump in the ground with his foot before stepping back and dropping to his knee, choosing to check beneath the warped board. He pulled it up and found a blood stained bag underneath.
The doll spoke once more. "Please...save the children..."
"Save the children?" Hajime repeated as he stood.
"Why would it say that?"
"It belongs to the killer. Or belonged, is more accurate. It has his name sewn to the back. If we take this to be something other than a prerecorded message, since nothing makes sense here anyway...sounds like it could be guilt or remorse over the murders. Since the guy's dead himself, all he can do is lead investigators to any hidden remains." He handed the bag to Samon. "Check what's in that. If it's not him expressing remorse or whatever, it could be anyone's voice, just so long as they want us to save the kids. It could also refer to people trapped here, since the vast majority of bodies here are school kids."
"The bag has a name on it...Yo...Yoshi...zawa? Hard to tell, with the blood." Reluctantly, he opened the bag as told. "Ugh...hidden remains is right...it's a tongue."
"The murderer killed the kids by removing their tongues."
"Actually, according to that Kibiki guy's research, the tongues were removed post-mortem. But if the kids are already dead, why remove the tongue? As a trophy? What does the tongue signify?"
"I don't know...talking? Taste? What are we even supposed to do with the kid's tongue?"
Samon shrugged and drew the bag closed. "The supernaturalist with the pink notebook, she said people were dragged here for pissing off the ghosts or whatever."
"So we make them less pissed off, they let us go?"
"You think?"
"Not really, no. But if the tongue belongs to one of the murdered kids, then with the kid is where it belongs."
"So we give it back to Yoshizawa."
"Exactly."
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