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datenightfright · 4 years

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Infamous

This story is dedicated to Oiwa. Thank you for allowing me to share your story, may you one day find peace.

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Pairing: Kayako Saeki x WOC Reader

Warnings!!!: None for this chapter.

Thank you to @mlmdarkfiction and @doodleferp as always for you encouragement and your willingness to let me ramble. I appreciate you guys so much.

The detectives in front of you looked as nervous as you felt. You exuded what you hoped was a calm, if very bewildered demeanor. You bounced your fussy daughter in your arms, wondering why the hell they could be there.

That was a lie, you weren’t wondering, you had a very good idea as to why they were there. Yesterday, you finished moving into the Infamous Saeki house. Your husband, in an uncharacteristic show of violence, tried to choke you to death. You didn’t know if it was because of the curse, of the house itself, or if it had just been him finally snapping. You wanted to blame it on the house, you really did, but from everything you read, the curse took it’s time manifesting. Something deep within you told you that had all been Haru, no matter how much you didn’t want to admit it.

Before he could manage to kill you, Kayako had come to your rescue. She had done...something with Haru. You weren’t sure, you didn’t want to think about what horrors he had faced. Besides, you’d been too focused on your daughter. You wanted Kayako to spare your daughter, but apparently she’d spared both of you...for now.

You had passed out from fear, thinking Kayako was going to kill you next, but that morning you’d woken in your western styled bed, comfortably tucked into the blankets, as though nothing had happened. Your daughter had been sleeping peacefully in her crib, which was why, for a long, long moment, you thought everything had been a dream.

You gathered Sakura in your arms, the little child not stirring from her own peaceful slumber. “Haru?” You whisper, terrified of the reaction. Your throat was killing you. Maybe you were getting sick and what you dreamt had nothing more to do with a cursed house than a really high fever. “Haru?” You called, a little louder this time, emboldened by thoughts of sickness rather than haunting.

You made your way down the stairs. The smell of cooked rice and miso soup hits you. He was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. When you first started dating Haru, he cooked for you all the time. You smiled at the memory and rushed the rest of the way downstairs, wanting to give him a kiss good morning. You stopped in your tracks when you saw who it really was.

Kayako was standing to the right side of the head of the table, Toshio was sitting in the left chair. Both were looking at you expectantly. At the head of the table you could just make out a traditional Japanese breakfast. Rise, Miso soup, and a side of vegetables and tofu. You gulped, even though it pained you to do so. So this was how you were going to die, Kayako was going to poison you. Was that how ghosts killed people though? Poison? The thought was brief. Kayako gave off her signature rattle and pointed to the chair. You thought it was best not to upset her, so you shuffled your way over and sat down.

You somehow managed to eat everything. Mostly out of fear. So far, no ill effects had befallen you.

After breakfast, you fed Sakura from her bottle, not trusting Kayako to have not poisoned your food. After breakfast was done, Kayako surprised you by doing the dishes. You sat on the couch, wondering what you were going to do. Your husband was dead, now you had no source of steady income. Not to mention, you didn’t exactly know how to explain his death to his parents. “Hey, yeah, you know that haunted house we moved into, well for once it’s actually haunted and the long dead ghost of Kayako killed him while he was choking me out.” That would land you in the looney bin for sure. Or jail, you were sure no one would believe your story.

You spent most of your day fretting over this problem. Your mother-in-law, who already hates you for being the non-white American that took her husband away, would pin his murder on you in a heartbeat. She would take your daughter.

While you were spiraling closer and closer to pits of despair, the police had been on the prowl, and now, two detectives were in your house, apparently with some ‘news’. They know, you think, trying to maintain your composure, somehow they already know Haru is dead and they’re going to pin it on me. You watch as a team begins to search your house for evidence. What bones would they find in the attic, you wonder?

“Mrs. Kubo,” The first detective says, he had introduced himself earlier as Tanaka, his partner, who held a notebook, was Fujiwara. “How long has your husband been missing?” You gulp, think of something fast, “Since last afternoon,” You reply, wondering what game they’re trying to play. “He said he was going to drink with some old friends. I thought maybe he stayed out too late and stayed over at their house, or a hotel, I...I don’t know how late bars are open until in Japan.” It was a half truth obviously. You really didn’t know how late bars are open in Japan.

The detectives share a look, then Tanaka looks at you, looking graver than when he first walked in. “Have you been outside at all today?” You shake your head, trying to be as honest as possible. “I haven’t been feeling well.” You tell them, the hoarseness in your voice attested to that. The detective managed to look graver still. “Mrs. Kubo, I don’t know how to tell you this but,” In the pause you steel yourself for the news, you’re under arrest for the disappearance of your husband, we’re taking your baby, you’ll never see her again, in fact, you’ll never see daylight again. “Your husband was murdered yesterday,”

This time, the detectives got your honest reaction, shock. “What? How?”

“He was beaten to death by someone with tremendous strength.” Tanaka informs you. “Did he have any enemies? Anyone who seemed to hate him?”

“Or possibly an over zealous fan?” Fujiwara chimed in. You shake your head, “I can’t think of anyone,” You say, “He never really talked to me about his work, or his fans.” The detectives looked at each other once more. “Do you mind if we have a look around the property?” Tanaka asked, “Not at all,” You say, shrugging. You couldn’t tell them no, that would look suspicious on your part. Besides, the rest of their team was already looking, rifling through papers and drawers. There’s nothing there, you think, you hope, please let nothing be there.

You watch as the detectives leave you on the couch to begin the investigation. Following them with your eyes you wonder what the hell you’re going to do. What if they find evidence you did it? What if they pin it on you anyway. What the hell were you supposed to do now? You sigh and slump into the couch. There was nothing you could do, really, except aid them as much as you can in their search for the truth. You really had nothing to hide, you weren’t the one that killed him, Kayako was.

A mass of black moves out of the corner of your eye. You see Kayako watching everyone in the reflection of a window. She’s the one that did it! You want to scream, she’s the one that killed my husband! Take her, arrest her. You sigh again. Yes, arrest a ghost no one believed exists. What the fuck were you gonna do?

The police leave no stone unturned. They’re stiff, jittery. An air of dread hangs around the house,even more so than usual. Everyone sends meaningful looks at one another, jumping at the slightest of sounds. If you didn’t know this house was really haunted, you’d laugh at them and their silly superstitions. Instead, you remain on the couch, unsure of what to do, not wanting to get in anyone’s way. You keep Sakura entertained with funny faces and toys. Whenever someone came into the living room, they would smile at her, and she would giggle. Other than that, you talked to no one.

The detectives eventually make their way back to you, looking as perplexed as you felt. You stand to greet them. “Everything looks to be in order.” Tanaka tells you. “No suspicious activity around the house.” You give him a little bow. “Do you really think it was over zealous fans?” You ask, more curious if their theory involves you more than actual curiosity. Tanaka heaves a great sigh. “It’s certainly a possibility,” He says, “It could’ve been many things, Mrs. Kubo. Many people. He had a great deal of admirers, and enemies.”

“Enemies?” You gasp, brow furrowing. “What do you mean by that?” Tanaka looks at you intently. “Aren’t you aware of his rivalry with Professor Yuki Nakamura?” You bit your lip, ashamed. “No, sir. Like I said, my husband didn’t really talk about his work.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Tanaka said. “You traveled with him, and he always dedicated his books to you.” You nod, “Yes, I did,” you admit, “But I only ever read his material to edit it. Other than that, we never talked about work. It was his rule, you see. He didn’t want his work life bleeding too much into his personal life. I’m sorry Detective Tanaka, I have no idea this Professor Yuki Nakamura is.” He nods, seemingly satisfied with your answer.

He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a business card. “This is my contact number,” He tells you. You take it with a shaky hand. “If you can think of anything, or anyone. Please, call me.”

“Yes sir,” You say, “Immediately.” They bow, you bow, and everyone begins filing out of your home. You thank every one of them for helping with the investigation. Finally, when the door is close, and you’re all alone, you let out a great sigh. Things seemed to be ok...for now.

You turn, wanting little more than to take a nap. But the shock of Kayako standing right in front of you startles you so badly you nearly drop your daughter. You two stare at each other. You, not really knowing what to do, or to say, her just...staring, you guessed. It occurs to you moments later as to what she’s probably expecting. “Th-thank you,” You tell her, inching around her. “Thank you for helping me,” The moment you’re clear, you dash for the stairs, Kayako watching you the entire time.

“She did it,” Fujiwara exclaims. He looks sheepish at the sight of Tanaka’s glare. “Well, she had someone else do it,” he amends. “There’s no way a small thing like that could cause so much bodily damage. So she hired someone to do it. A jealous lover maybe.” Tanaka huffs. “What makes you so sure?”

“She didn’t cry.” Fujiwara continued, “She just sat there, playing with her baby.”

“She was in shock,” Tanaka tells him, his tone harsh. “Not every woman falls to their knees and weeps at the news of their husbands’ deaths.”

“But you have to admit, something is strange.”

“Is there?”

“Isn’t there?” They sat in silence for a while. “Did you see her neck?” Fujiwara said. “I did.”

“It looked like someone tried to strangle her.” Tanaka nodded. “Do you think Haru Kubo was abusing her?”

“Could be,” Tanaka turned onto the main road and sped towards the station. “That doesn’t mean she did it. Or hired someone to do it. They could have violent sex” Fujiwara’s face scrunches up. He hadn’t been on the force long enough to see anything like that yet, Tanaka had to forgive him for his squeamishness.

“But it is motive.” Fujiwara continues. “Do you think maybe Yuki was in on it? They somehow got in contact with each other?” Tanaka shrugs. Fujiwara had a point, a good one at that. It was possible that Yuko Nakamura and Mrs. Kubo could conspire together. But Yuki was away on vacation in upper Hokkaido, and there was no evidence the two women had met besides. However, Tanaka knew better. “What if it’s the house?” He suggests feeling Fujiwara out.

The younger man scoffs. “You can’t believe in that old superstition,” He says. “It’s just a house.” Tanaka nods, once more, “Yeah,” He mutters, “Just a house.” Just a house, his left ass cheek. Tanaka knew better. That house had killed off three of his best friends, countless of dumb kids and teenagers, and everyone else who had owned it. There was nothing that house didn’t swallow up in it’s rage, and now a helpless baby and her mother lived in it. Tanaka gritted his teeth. How long did they have before they too were lost to Kayako’s never ending darkness? How long did he have to save them?

#the grudge #kayako saeki #kayako #kayako x reader #fic

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handfulxfhearts · 3 years

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MEET THE MUSE

Name: Kayako Saeki Age: 28 Place of Birth: Tokyo, Japan, Nerima Ward Species: Onryo, previously human Gender: cis-female (she/her) Sexuality: bi-curious

Appearance: extremely pale, even in life, long dark hair that often falls over her face, very slim, large, staring eyes, always wears white Hair colour: black Eye colour: brown, sometimes black Tattoos/piercings: none ‘Unusual’ features (e.g. horns, wings etc.): dead skin (blue-grey) Clothing style: simple, plain, motherly

Special talents/abilities: Kayako has the ability to manipulate technology, appear at any given moment, seemingly shapeshift and appear from shadows, and can kill you with a look or the touch of her hand - she will literally scare you to death

How would you describe their personality? In life, Kaya was extremely gentle, shy and quiet. She was a bit of a pushover, as she spent most of her life being considered creepy, so if someone was nice to her and didn’t avoid her, she would gladly do anything for them to please them (hence her messed up marriage). In death, she is hurt, cursed, vengeful and furious. She wants everyone to suffer like she did.

How long have you been writing them? About 16 years!

Do they have any fears? being alone, feeling cursed and hurt forever, harm coming to her child, her husband (these were feelings during life and death).

What would their favourite thing to do on a date be? The idea of someone taking care of her and looking after her makes her happy; something simple where she is put first for a change.

Favourites:

Book: Jane Eyre - she studied this at university and it resonated with her Movie: she wasn’t much of a movie watcher in life Scent: Kobayashi’s cologne (stalker) Colour: white Item of clothing: her plain white dress that she wore to a party once and Kobayashi said it suited her Brand: non-applicable Possession: her journal Food: fresh ramen - she liked to make it for Toshio Non-alcoholic drink: green tea Alcoholic drink: not a huge drinker but wouldn’t say no to some sake Hobby: writing and reading Plant: peace lily.

Likes: writing, reading, spending time with her son, drawing, learning

Dislikes: her husband, Kobayashi’s wife

Medical issues (physical and mental): uhh... she’s dead. Broken neck, broken ankle, death rattle, stabbed multiple times, a lot of anger and PTSD, obsessive

Do they believe in: Ghosts: yes Aliens: yes Mythical creatures (if yes, what?): all from Japanese folklore (y’know, cos she is one) God: she used to but she lost her faith not far into her marriage.

Did they go to university/college? yes. She studied English Literature.

Do they have any family? her parents died when she was very young. She has a son, Toshio (also deceased) and husband, Takeo (also deceased).

Have they experienced any trauma? being brutally murdered is fairly high on the list...

Anything else you think people ought to know: she’s my ultimate comfort character (which I’m pretty sure is a little messed up) and she needs a big ol’ hug. I write her alive and dead.

Tag anyone who’s muses you want to get to know better:

#meet kayako #( not an oc but wanted to do her anyway )

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teshhhhh · 4 years

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lowkey my biggest come up was buying toshio saeki books when they were cheap. Art investments really be the wave...buy it, let it chill for a bit then 💥 it’s worth more than you got it for

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robbialy · 3 years

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Toshio Saeki's “les premiers dessins de Toshio saeki “ (The Earliest Works of Toshio Saeki) is the 15th book of Saeki Toshio published in 2006 by the rock underground « Les premiers dessins « content is similar content as the book of « the early works « released 4 years before in japan. It shows the beginning inspirations and efforts of Toshio Saeki. Broken into three chapters: Earliest Works, Uncollected Works, and Unpublished Studies from 1969. #佐伯俊男 #toshiosaeki #japanesebook #book #art #japanart #monsters #yokai #japan #eroguro https://www.instagram.com/p/CQOyMynp1Llh8vF7RH5Zh5D_CSCtbQwVKDEiZk0/?utm_medium=tumblr

#佐伯俊男 #toshiosaeki #japanesebook #book #art #japanart #monsters #yokai #japan #eroguro

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eucanthos · 6 years

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Alles Kannibalen?

The 2011 exhibition “All Cannibals?” at me Collectors Room scrutinizes the topic of cannibalism (anthropophagy) in art. Curator Jeanette Zwingenberger fosters a dialogue between historical works—etchings, books of hours, paintings, ethnographic photographs, and cult objects—and works from contemporary art.

The simplest way to identify with another is still to eat them." Claude Lévi-Strauss, La Repubblica, 1993

Toshio Saeki - Ohne Titel, ca.1970 © Galerie Da end Paris

Jérôme Zonder - Jeu d'enfants n°1, 2010. Galerie Eva Hober Paris

Anthropophagy can be found in the myths of all cultures and ages—with examples ranging from antiquity, the Bible, or folk tales to classicist authors and modern horror movies. The recurring motifs of desire and brutality can likewise be found in modern and contemporary art. source

#Toshio Saeki #Jérôme Zonder #Jeanette Zwingenberger #curator #cannibalism #Claude Lévi-Strauss #exhibition #anthropophagy #horror #decapitation

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anamon-book · 10 months

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信玄忍法帖　山田風太郎角川文庫カバー＝佐伯俊男

#信玄忍法帖 #futaro yamada #山田風太郎 #角川文庫 #toshio saeki #佐伯俊男 #anamon #古本屋あなもん #あなもん #book cover

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neuelib · 4 years

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UNSEXY EROTICA: QUICK QUARANTINE QUESTIONS WITH JORDAN MARZUKI

We conversed with graphic designer, illustrator, filmmaker, and cat activist Jordan Marzuki about his upcoming uncensored, non-fiction, fantastic, bizarre, unsexy erotica zine series, Fantaisie Érotique. The zine is accepting story submissions until May 25, 2020—scroll to the bottom of this page for more information.

1. Throughout history, erotica has always held the power to confront current conventions or the acceptable norms of its time. The fact that this genre of work is always considered controversial, obscene, and subject to censoring by authorities have shown that even after decades, sex is still not accepted as something normal, an inevitable and natural part of humanness. Why is that so?

This is a very hard question, based on my personal experience, it's peer pressure and conformity. I thought it was all from the cultural norms and religion of the place that I was born in, but it is more than that. Watching movies such as Orgazmo, or Netflix's Naked Director convinced me that even the first world countries had gone a long way of history to change the perception of sexual taboos. Everywhere is the same—except some places are ahead of the others.

2. Any favorite Japanese (or non-Japanese) pink film?

I never forget the super wild Underwater Love, it is an embodiment of musical, surrealism, and sexploitation. And a non-Japanese one was a 1992 short film called Gayniggers from Outerspace. I believed this was a parody of Plan 9 From Outer Space, but oh boy... I was wrong—it is one of the most eye-opening culturally diverse themed films ever.

3. As a genre, erotica captures raw, bare expressions of human carnal desires. What do you wish to portray by highlighting comedy, camp, and unsexiness within the genre?

The best part of erotica is that it is not porn. Erotica as I remember mostly depicting a fantasy—that always involve almost impossible scenario or even to the most fucked up situation, this never succeed to tingle my desire but always gives me a good laugh. We should praise erotica authors and they deserve a Man Booker prize. However, I want to break the convention of Erotica. Without fantasy, sex is gross and eerie—realness is the aspect I want to capture. I don't want to arouse the reader, rather give them a new perspective on erotica.

4. Garo, the alternative/avant-garde manga magazine you mentioned as one of your sources for inspiration in the making of Fantaisie Érotique, is dubbed "magazine rebelle", with an artistic dynamic of no other as it collects manga artists of diverse, underrepresented genres— surrealism, absurdism, erotic-grotesque, punk, leftist samurai dramas. How has it influenced your work, particularly in regards to this upcoming zine?

Indeed I could imagine Adolf Hitler's face if he finds out about Garo Magazine, as he despises modern arts. Garo Magazine is like a wet dream of mine—yes, there are many wild magazines around the world—but Garo was totally different. It was like the hub of underground culture that's taboo made normal by being sold in mainstream bookstores throughout Japan. This might be because of the distinctive curation of manga artists, photographer ranging from Toshio Saeki, Suehiro Maruo, Nabuyoshi Araki, etc. whose works are known for their explicit sexual visuals—yet the magazine's eclectic direction is what makes it charming.

Garo was basically a monthly comic magazine, but it was against the convention of typical Shonen Jump Weekly. The addition of social and political context in their manga inspires me to create Fantaisie Érotique, by breaking the convention of erotica booklets—that we can find on bus stop's magazine stalls back in the 2000s.

5. Current artistic muses from any discipline.

Yorgos Lanthimos (film director), Toshio Saeki (Illustrator), Pieter Hugo (photographer).

6. Based on your observations, what's your take on the interrelations between sex, politics, and social class?

Can I say that sexual freedom is like freedom of speech? But felt that one's sexual freedom is based on how privileged they are? The less fortunate you are, the more oppressed.

7. If you didn't know the art of illustration and design, what kind of work do you think you would be doing today?

I'll probably focus on making pink films about cats.

8. What would be an interesting plot for a cat erotica?

I made this fake film poster back then in 2010—titled The Man who Sexually Attracted to Handicapped Cats. The summary of the plot is about a man, who is shrunk into the size of a Lilliput, whose attracted to handicapped cats. He helps, rescues, and makes love with them, the end.

9. Three things you're looking to do right after quarantine.

Definitely doing another book launch for Jordan, Jordan Édition as we are currently preparing two books on progress, pat all the stray cats in the streets, and go to the cinema, which I miss the most.

Fantaisie Érotique is an uncensored non-fiction extraordinary, bizarre, and unsexy erotica zine series that exposes multi-layered society issues, sexual orientation, and politics. It is inspired by the Garo (ガロ) magazine and Twilight Zone. The idea was conceived when Jordan went to a 'pink' movie theater in Osaka, Japan, where he experienced hard to describe, absurd situations that scarred him psychologically. The zine series is looking to exhibit a collection of funny, shocking, eerie erotic stories from all parts of the world.

VOLUME 2 IS CALLING FOR SUBMISSIONS Do you have interesting stories—fantastic, bizarre, unsexy erotic stories based on your personal experience? – Form: Essay/text – Any language is accepted—however, we will also ask for an English translation – Stories will be reinterpreted into a full illustration graphic—along with your submitted text. Send your submission to [email protected] or click here for more details.

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redaxolotl · 4 years

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My week in photos part 19: . Photo 1: From the Facebook group “Weird Second hand Finds That Just Need To Be Shared” – the mask you never knew you needed . Photo 2: Toshio Saeki (佐伯俊男) . Photo 3: John Portman & Associates, Bonaventure Hotel, Cabaret, Los Angeles, California, 1974-1976 . Photo 4: Oleg Vdovenko, "babki". See more here @OlegVdovenko . Photo 5: 25 de Abril Bridge in Lisbon, Portugal, being built in 1962. The bridge used to be called Salazar Bridge, but following the Carnation Revolution which overthrew the Estado Novo regime and led the restoration of democracy, the bridge was renamed 25 de Abril Bridge. . Photo 6: Blob, Cécile Dormeau's Illustrations of Quirky Women . Photo 7: A very nice photo by Logan Zillmer @loganzillmerphoto . Photo 8: Batman the animated series, Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn. The series was praised for its thematic complexity, film noir aesthetics, darker tone, artistic presentation, and modernization of its title character's crime-fighting origins. IGN.com listed Batman: The Animated Series as the best adaptation of Batman anywhere outside of comics, the best comic book television show of all time and the second-best animated series of all time (after The Simpsons). . Photo 9: “Lured in" by Sammy Slabbinck @sammyslabbinck . Photo 10: Fuck Boris Risographed Zine with poster on reverse, by @florence.b.art #art #fuckthegovernament #fuckthepolice #fuckboris #maskies #batman #painting #illustration #lisboa #lisbon #poisonivy #harleyquinn #photography https://www.instagram.com/p/B7MhFnKJZ3c/?igshid=ts9z139a2ljc

#art #fuckthegovernament #fuckthepolice #fuckboris #maskies #batman #painting #illustration #lisboa #lisbon #poisonivy #harleyquinn #photography

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tokypopunderground · 3 years

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Toshio Saeki's “夢覘“ (Yumenozoki) is the 20th book of Saeki Toshio published in 2014年 by 国書刊行会.

« Yumenozoki » collects over 150 works by Toshio Saeki which were published in SM Select between 1972 - 1984. Includes two bilingual essays (Japanese/English) by Michiko Kitamura and Jun Miura, short CV, and complete listing of artworks with original publication dates. This book is an excellent introduction to Saeki's works.

Condition : Perfect.

Price : 189 euros + shipping

#toshio saeki #art #eroguro #japaneseartist #佐伯俊男 #design #printsforsale #booksforsale #japanese books

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datenightfright · 4 years

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Infamous

This story is dedicated to Oiwa. Thank you for allowing me to share your story, may you one day find peace.

Pairing: Kayako Saeki x WOC Reader

The Grudge fanfic

WARNING!!!: ALL THE WARNINGS! Abuse, attempted sexual assault. It doesn’t go into great detail, but if you’re sensitive to this stuff, please don’t read. WARNING!!!

Thank you @mlmdarkfiction and @doodleferp for your indispensable encouragement, your ideas, and for allowing me to ramble to you whenever. I appreciate you, thank you.

The Saeki house looms over you, an evil prophet to what you’re about to endure. This move had been in the making for several months now, and you had dreaded every moment. The stories around this house scared you, but your husband was undeterred. “Well?” He growls, snapping you out of your terrified daze, “Don’t just stand there stupid, help me move some of this shit in.”

“Yes,” You say, “Of course.” You strap your baby girl into her position on your back and rush to the small couch. Lifting it, on three, you two manage to maneuver the thing inside. The moving people had refused to enter the house, as had everyone else, even the realtor that sold it to you at a ridiculously low price, according to your husband. “It’s a stupid house,” He’d say, “Why everyone is afraid of a bunch of coincidences is beyond me.”

Your husband was the famous Haru Kubo, a paranormal investigator known worldwide for his exploits. You’ve lived in haunted castles, deserted mansions, and everything in between. All of them had scared you to live in. The thought of coming face to face with a real ghost was definitely your top three fears. But you loved Haru, so you tagged along with him on his adventures…until now.

Ever since you’d gotten pregnant, you’d been bugging Haru about settling down somewhere so your child could grow up with some semblance of normalcy. For the longest he’d resisted the idea, but since his mother started in on the badgering, he’d conceded to your wishes. You knew that he’d settle you somewhere gruesome, you just wish it hadn’t been this house.

It had all be Haru’s idea. He loved the thought of settling into the most haunted place in Japan. It would kick off his new book with a bang. Returning to his native country of Japan, he was going to explore all it had to offer, debunking one haunting after another. He was going to start with the biggest and juiciest of them all. The Infamous Saeki House.

Because you often helped Haru with his research, you’d done your fair share of work on this house. A tragic case of murder-suicide, your heart went out to the lonely Kayako and her son Toshio. From what you understood, a terrible curse had been put on the house, so that anyone that entered it would die a horrible death. You didn’t like the thought of living in such a house, but so far, every haunted place you’d been in had remained…well not haunted. You hoped moving into this house would follow the pattern thus far, but…there had been a staggering number of deaths attributed to this place. Too many for you, personally, to consider it a coincidence.

After everything heavy was moved in, Haru set his workstation up and immediately began working, leaving you to unpack the rest of the things. You jumped at every creak and groan the house gave you. You couldn’t help it, coupled with the feeling of being watched, and the knowledge of what had happened so long ago, it really creeped you out.

Luckily, because of your nomadic lifestyle, you didn’t have much to put up. So that left your afternoon to clean up and play with Sakura. At around two, she began to get fussy, and you put her down for a nap. “Woman!” Haru called, just as you finished tucking Sakura in. You wince, pausing in case Sakura woke up. When nothing happened you walked downstairs, wondering what on earth could be so urgent? “Yes, dear?” You ask, standing behind your husband. “Food.” He says, not bothering to look up from his computer screen. “Of course, dear.” You say, shuffling over. You don’t really have anything, not having had the opportunity to shop for groceries. So, you settle for peanut butter sandwiches and milk for him, and soup for you. You had to watch your figure, considering you just had a baby.

You place the plate down next to him. He barely registers you, just begins to eat. Frowning, he looks at his plate. “Really?” He finally looks up at you, irritated at his meal. “It’s all we have dear,” You say. “Mother would’ve gone out to get something before we started moving in.” He pointed out. You swallow the lump in your throat. Of course, why hadn’t you thought of that? He rolls his eyes. “Whatever,” He mumbles, “Make sure you go out tonight. I want a big breakfast in the morning.” You repress a sigh. “Of course,” You say.

Wandering through the isles late in the evening, you thank the gods that Haru had taken the time to teach you Japanese. You may be a slow reader, but you were at the very least fluent. You took your time in the little grocery store, wondering at some of the strange ingredients. You thought about buying some of them, after all you were in Japan now, Haru expected you to learn how to cook like the Japanese. You contemplate getting something wild and new, but ultimately decide not to, not for the first night anyway. Haru would be disappointed in you, but you could take it.

You don’t take long in the store, not wanting to cook a feast for two tonight. You’re tired, and quite frankly, you just want to get home and go to sleep. Moving halfway across the world takes its toll on you, and man were you tired.

You hum as you put the groceries in your car, finally done with the shopping. You stop when you notice people watching you. Little grandma’s hurry along once they notice you noticing them, some mothers scold their children and tell them not to stare, that its rude. You sigh. You might have to get used to that. Not only are you an American living in Japan, but you’re not white either. This is probably the first time any of these people have seen someone with a skin color like yours.

You buckle Sakura in her seat safely, making faces at her as you do so. She giggles and grabs for you. You can’t help but place a kiss on her cheek. Ever since you knew you were pregnant, she’s become you’re entire world. Haru whined about it every once and a while, but he had books to write, and TV interviews to keep him busy. Besides, you’d been living in his world for the longest time, now you had things to keep you busy on the long stretches of nights he was too busy for you.

Pulling into the driveway you notice some of the neighbors stare at you in horror. You ignore them, after all, its to be expected. You live in one of the most haunted houses in all of Japan, people are going to stare. You wave at them, flashing them the brightest smile you could, before gathering your daughter and the few groceries you’d gotten. You shuffle into the house as quickly as possible, shutting the door soundly behind you.

“Haru?” You call into the house, taking off your shoes before entering further. “Haru, I’m home!” You look over to his work area, he isn’t there. Maybe the move tired him and he’s in the bedroom. You resume humming as you put Sakura in her play pen. “I’ll be right back sweetie.” You tell her, kissing her forehead.

You’d just finished putting the groceries away when the smell of alcohol hits you. You’re just registering that its Haru when he wraps his arms around you, nibbling at your neck. “You look cute,” He slurs. You were sure he meant it as a way to get in your pants, seeing as that’s the line he picked you up with years ago, and subsequently the line that always let you know he was in the mood.

“Not now, Haru,” You say, trying to shrug him off. His grip on you tightens. Pressing his erection in your back he begins to whine, “Why not baby? It’s been so long since we did it.” You feel irritation flood your system. You’d done it two days ago, you wanted to snap. Besides, he always got so childish when you didn’t fuck him when he wanted. You had a baby you take care of; you didn’t have the luxury of just opening your legs whenever you wanted to.

“Come on, Haru,” You say, managing to turn around in his arms at least. “Later tonight, I promise.” His next whine falls on deaf ears. Over his shoulder, something white moves across your field of vision. “What was that?”

“What?” Haru says, looking behind him. When he sees nothing, he looks back at you. “Seeing things again? He teases. You glare at him. It’s not your fault that they’re living in the most haunted house in Japan, is it? Haru buries his face in your neck, trying his best to grind on you in his drunken state. “C’mon, give my big finger a tug or two.” He laughs at his own lame joke. “Haru, no.” You say, pushing him back, he stumbles. You see the fire in his eyes, but don’t pay any heed to it. “Now listen you,” He starts, but Sakura begins to cry. “The baby!” You gasp, rushing to get to her.

Haru stops you with a tight grip on your wrist. “Don’t fucking ignore me!” He snarls. You yank yourself away from him, trying to break his grip. “Let go!” You whimper, “You’re hurting me.”

“Listen, bitch,” Haru snarls. His words get you to stop. Haru had called you many names in your relationship, but never bitch. What the hell was this? “Haru, you’re scaring me.” You whisper. “You’ve ignored me for that brat long enough,”

“That’s your daughter!” Haru then does something he’s never done before, he raises his hand to you, punching you in the lip. Your head snaps back, you slip, landing hard on your ass, teeth clicking together. Haru throws himself on top of you. Before you can fully register what’s happening, he’s tearing at your shirt, grumbling about how he was going to take what was his. “Haru, Haru stop!” You scream. He back hands you this time, “Shut up!” He bellows. “Shut the fuck up! I’m tired of your mouth. You American women are always talking back.” Another back hand. By now you’re crying, wonder what the hell has come over him.

He’s always been a beast, a voice in your head says. You knew this day would come; you just ignored the signs so you could continue playing pretend. “I’m going to show you how to be a good wife. A quiet one.”

Haru wraps his hands around your throat, squeezing as tightly as he can. You immediately begin to gasp and claw at his hands, trying to get a breath. Your thoughts are on your daughter. Who will protect her from him if you can’t? You kick and struggle, trying with all your might to throw Haru off you.

It’s then you hear a faint clicking sound. Like someone pausing and thinking aloud with a long, low ‘uh’. Something black and white appears over Haru’s shoulder. A woman, the only other woman that’s lived in this house besides you. Kayako Saeki. She looks between you and your husband, wondering who to take first. You reach out to her, managing to choke out a small little “Please,” She looks at you, dead eyed, but intent. “I said shut up! You fucking American whore!” Haru yells, squeezing tighter. The edges of your vision begin to go black; you begin to struggle less. “Please,” You mouth. With all your might you try to send your thoughts to Kayako. Your daughter, please save your daughter.

Kayako’s characteristic groan grows louder, able to be heard over the cries of your child. This distracts Haru, his grip lessening so that you can gulp a lung full of precious air. With renewed strength you begin to struggle again. “Stop moving!” Haru snarls. He’s about to redouble his efforts in killing you when a white blur tackles him to the ground. You cough and splutter for a moment, your lungs burning. Without really thinking you crawl towards the living room, instinctually wanting to soothe your crying child.

You make it to her play pen, the moment she sees you, she settles somewhat. With some effort, you manage to take her out of her play pen and hold her close. You scoot yourself back against the arm of the couch, terrified. You’re going to die now, you and your daughter.

Your throat is in searing pain, you begin to tremble and cry. Kayako, done with your husband, comes crawling towards you. Her eyes wide, mouth closed. “Please,” You croak, tears flowing freely now. You give your now quiet daughter a kiss. “Please, be quick.” You beg, “Please, have mercy. P-please-” Whether or not it’s from terror or from exhaustion you feel yourself succumb to darkness, the edges of your vision going black once more. One last plea for mercy following you into a deep sleep.

#the grudge #ju-on #kayako saeki #kayako #slasher imagine #fic

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