My name is Shougo Mikadono. I don’t know why I’m starting my writing with a cliche and an unnecessary introduction, but I’m not used to taking down my thoughts like this. My stint as a journalist did not end well; in fact, Mei refuses to talk to me now. That line of inquiry to reach IMOUTO has gone cold. I’ve been forced to seek other sources. I may have found a new source to tap, although the sacrifices on my part are slightly unnerving.
The student council Vice President, Rinka Kunitachi, invited me to serve on the school’s disciplinary committee as an officer. It seemed to be an easy way to worm my way into the school’s hierarchy, and thus would allow me a position from on high to scope out IMOUTO’s activities, so I readily agreed. It would be simple, right? Just get an armband, hang out in front of the school’s entrance gate and accost my peers every so often. Not difficult. But my entrance ceremony turned out a bit strange . . .
When I arrived at the student council room, Rinka was standing by the window. The sun had begun to set; a dull orange glow filled the room. Her long blonde hair looked radiant in the light. Normally her eyes were purple — not that I paid much attention to that sort of thing — but somehow in the sun they shined a bright blue. The effect was quite strange and should have hinted me about the direction my journey would take, but I paid it no heed. Rinka closed the curtains, plunging the room into darkness, and she walked toward me. I’m not sure when she put it on, but by the time she stood in front of me and put her hands on my shoulders, she had donned a dark cloak and had pulled the hood over her head.
Blue flames sprouted up around the room. Under each flame stood a member of the disciplinary committee. Each person wore an orange armband around their right arm. Rinka turned around and spread her arms to the group. They muttered under their breath and built their chanting to a crescendo. They spoke in a language I could not understand; it sounded vaguely angry and irritated to me. Rinka turned and raised a finger to my forehead, gliding her finger down and across in the shape of an inverted crucifix. Suddenly, they were silent.
“You are now one of us,” Rinka said. “Serve us well.”
Day 1 report
- A girl showed up whose skirt was too short by two millimeters. I told her to go home and change her skirt. She replied that I should go “fuck [myself].” I wrote her up for detention.
- A boy tried to bring a boombox onto the campus. I confiscated it. He spat on my face. I wrote him up for detention.
- A girl and boy were holding hands when they got to the entrance gate. Citing Rule 452a, I told the pair to unclasp their hands. They pretended not to hear me and continued walking. I wrote them up for detention.
- A puppy wandered onto campus. I spent half the day chasing the offending dog off campus so that it would not distract students from learning. I proceeded to write it up for detention before realizing it wasn’t a student.
- My extra time after school was spent manning detention.
Rinka kept me after hours. She liked the work I was doing so far, but she had some suggestions. According to her, the student body of Miryuuin Academy was much too lewd. Skirts were too short. Shirts were open at the collar. Long hair was not tied up. Couples . . . held hands. Kissing. Lots of kissing. As Rinka told it, it was only a matter of time before unbridled lust overtook the campus. The problem had to be nipped in the bud.
I didn’t totally agree with Rinka. Could we still be human if we could not express our passions? I could not betray my thoughts, however. The need to find IMOUTO was too pressing; it was the force that dominated my heart. And so I compromised. I would report whatever minor infraction I saw to satiate Rinka’s lust for repression. I got up to leave, but Rinka held me back. She held tightly onto my elbow and pulled me close.
“I want you to mark the filthy ones,” Rinka said, thrusting a bag of gray armbands into my arms. “You’ll do that, won’t you? We have to know who they are at all times. The few must be ostracized to teach the many a lesson.”
I didn’t know what to think. Of course her ideas were repellant. But the woman herself radiated an intensity I had felt from few on campus. I turned to walk away, but she held onto my elbow and pulled me in close. I could feel her against my back. She leaned in close to my neck; I could feel her hot breath when she spoke.
“You won’t disappoint me, will you, Shougo?” she asked. “I have high hopes for you.”
Day 2 report
- 50 students marked with the gray armband. Some refused to accept them. I sent them to detention.
- 25 skirts too short. I sent the girls home. Those who refused received detention.
- 15 couples holding hands. I unclasped them immediately and instructed the couples to walk with at least a foot of distance between each other. Those who refused were sent to detention.
- 5 couples kissing. I sprayed them with the hose and sent them to solitary confinement.
- My extra time after school was spent manning detention.
Rinka invited me out today. I accepted. We attended the local amusement park. We rode the roller coaster, walked through the haunted house, shot zombies in the moving mechanical light gun game, and drove the bumper cards. My enjoyment was adequate, largely due to the pleasant weather. There were many people around engaging in disgusting, lustful activities. Unfortunately, my jurisdiction does not extend beyond Miryuuin Academy.
Rinka seemed not to care about the pigs surrounded us. She kept close to me the entire day. She seemed to have a pleasant time — she smiled the entire day. Her arm was linked in mine. I could feel her right breast against my left elbow. It felt uncomfortable. Sometimes she whispered into my ear. Her words confused me. Were we out to have more than a simple, pleasant time at an amusement park? I could not sense Rinka’s intention, but something deep within felt . . . odd. There was something wrong with what we were doing. Something terrible. I centered myself; there was a cold feeling in my gut onto which I clasped. It felt right.
At the end of the day, she kissed me. It felt wrong. Disgusting. Immoral.
“Only we can do this,” Rinka said. “Only you and I are good.”
Day 3 report
How could I be so blind? How could I fall so easily under her spell? Rinka had gripped my heart and molded me into something I wasn’t, and I went along with it because I was so obsessed with the hunt for IMOUTO. Call me Shougo.
I found the phone in the student council room. Rinka was one of Them. She was connected to IMOUTO. She ran into the room while I stared at the phone. She was out of breath. Afraid. Rinka leaned against the door as the horde pounded against it.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Have they become too much for you? Have they seen past your hypocrisy? And mine?”
“Shougo, my love,” Rinka said. “It’s all over. The pigs have rejected the slaughter. They have risen up. They want blood. It’s all over. It’s all over.”
She was a fraud. A phantom. Nothing. She saw things that weren’t there, wanted all that she saw for herself. The ironic gavel of justice slammed home. That’s a good line. I’ll have to remember it if I ever write something else.
“Rinka,” I said, shoving the phone at her face. “You’re finished. I know you’re involved with IMOUTO. Tell me everything.”
“Even you!” Rinka sneered. “Even you, my love, would betray me. Did I not give you all you desired? Did I not give you power? Did I not give you love? How could you betray me?”
“I could never accept a love built upon such blackness,” I said, taking note to also reuse this line at some point down the road if necessary.
“I wanted to die with you, Shougo,” Rinka said. “We would have settled in this bunker and died together! It would have been beautiful! Glorious!”
“This isn’t a bunker,” I said. “And how would we die, anyway? There aren’t any dangerous weapons here. Everything that could be used as a weapon is confiscated before we enter campus. You know that.”
“I would have found a way!” Rinka shouted. Before I could respond to that melodramatic outburst, the horde forced the door open wide enough that the group could grab Rinka.
“What the hell were you thinking?!” one shouted.
“I missed volleyball practice because of you!” another shouted.
“I lost precious time on Guild Wars 2!” another screamed. “GUILD WARS 2!!”
Rinka scratched and clawed against the air but could not resist the tug of the crowd for long. They pulled her out of the room kicking and screaming. Before I could process this information, the cell phone rang. I raised it to my ear.
“Looks like my new toy is broken.” That voice taunting me eternally. IMOUTO.
“IMOUTO,” I said. “Damn you!”
“You don’t have that power, Onii-chan,” IMOUTO said. “This was fun. We should play again soon~”
She hung up. It was just like her to end a call with a tilde rather than proper sentence-concluding punctuation. Another on IMOUTO’s long list of crimes.
The rain was heavy that day. It chilled to the bone as I walked home.
Day 4 report
- I saw a girl whose skirt was too short. I let her pass.