Kara no Kyoukai:Chapter01 04
---------The bone in my nape creaks.
Is the cold that's making me shiver coming from outside or inside my body?
Leaving what can't be distinguished aside, Shiki keeps walking.
There's no sign of human activity at the Fujiyoh building.
It's two in the morning. Only the white light illuminates the hallway of the mansion. The cream-colored walls are bathed in light and I can see to the end of the hallway. The light which steals away the darkness feels eerily artificial and unnatural.
Passing by the card checker at the entrance, I enter the elevator.
It's empty inside. A mirror is bolted to the rear panel of the elevator for the convenience of the passenger. Watching me with lazy eyes from the inside of the mirror is someone wearing a black leather jacket over a light blue kimono. Eyes that look like they care about nothing.
Shiki glances at the figure in the mirror, and pushes the button that says "R". With a small start-up sound, the world around Shiki rises. The motor-driven box will reach the top floor in a matter of seconds.
It is a closed-off room for the time being. Nothing occurring outside right now concerns Shiki, and it is impossible to be concerned with the outside world. That feeling seeps into the supposedly empty mind. This small box is the only world I'm supposed to feel right now.
The door opens without a sound. What's outside is a totally different world, a world of darkness.
After arriving at the annex, containing only the door leading to the rooftop, the elevator leaves Shiki and descends back towards the first floor. There are no lights, and the surroundings are painfully dark.
Heading across the small room, Shiki pushes open the door to the rooftop.
... The deep darkness becomes faint.
The outline of the city fills my vision.
The rooftop of the Fujiyoh building is a plain one. The floor is made of flat concrete, and there is a fence that surrounds the perimeter of the roof. A solitary water tower stands atop the annex, but there is nothing else particularly significant.
The rooftop itself is a plain one, but the view from it is out of this world.
The view of the night town from this building that is at least ten stories higher than its surroundings feels perhaps more lonely than beautiful. It feels like you're on top of a tall ladder looking down onto the world. The depths of this sea view, however, are certainly beautiful. The electric lights dotted here and there give off a warm luminescence like that of an anglerfish.
If my view right now is that of the whole world, then the world right now is indeed asleep, as if eternally, but fortunately it's only temporary. The silence tightens my heart more than any coldness, and it is rather painful...
The coldness of the night sky stands out just much as the coldness below. If the town is the deep sea, then the sky is just pure darkness. In the darkness, stars glitter like jewels. The moon is a void in this darkness - a large hole in a big black canvas known as the night sky. So that thing is really not a mirror of the sun, but rather a view of "the other side"... That's what I heard at the house of the Ryougi. According to them, the moon is a gate to another world.
Since ancient times, the moon has carried magic, women, and death. And with that moon behind it, a human form is floating...
... With eight girls flying around it.
The white figure in the night sky is that of a woman. She wears a fancy white garment that one might mistake for a dress, and has long black hair reaching down to her waist. Her arms and legs are slender, and they make this woman look even more beautiful.
The thin brow and the cold eyes are beautiful. I can estimate she's in her twenties. Although it's doubtful that you can fit an age meant for a living being onto something like a ghost.
But the white woman is not abstract like a ghost. She is really there. The girls aimlessly flocking around the woman seem to match the definition of "ghost" better than her; their lazy floating makes them seem more like they are swimming than flying. Even their figures and forms are abstract, as they flicker into transparency from time to time.
What's above Shiki right now are the white woman and the girls floating as if to protect her.
The whole sight is not horrifying. No, this is more like...
"Hmph, this is indeed demonic."
This woman's beauty is no longer that of a human's. Her black hair is especially luxurious, each strand with a silken sheen and texture. If the wind were stronger, her figure with hair flowing about it would have been a profoundly beautiful image.
"Then I shall have to kill you"
Perhaps hearing Shiki's murmur, the woman looks down. The woman is four meters above this rooftop which is already over forty meters high. The woman’s and Shiki's gazes meet.
There are no words to speak, nor is there a language to communicate with.
Shiki reaches a hand into her leather jacket and draws a knife. A small sword by any other name, with a blade perhaps some eighteen centimeters long.
Shiki's consciousness is filled by the killing intent of the gaze piercing down from above her.
The white figure sways. Her arm flows and a slender finger points at Shiki. That slender, fragile arm does not remind Shiki of white.
"... More like bones, or a lily"
In the windless night, her voice hung in the air for a long time.
---- The will put into the fingertip is the intent to kill.
The white fingertip points at Shiki.
Shiki's head sways. The thin body steps once to regain its balance. But only once.
The woman overhead hesitated a bit from that.
The suggestion that "you can fly" is not working on this person.
Her power can give someone the impression that "they were flying" - more of a brainwashing than a "suggestion" by any normal definition. There is no way to fight it, and as a result, one actually tries to fly, or conversely runs away from the fear of being able to fly. But Shiki was able to withstand it with just a small daze.
The woman wonders if the contact was too weak, and decides to use suggestion again.
But this time, stronger. Not a weak impression like "You can fly" but she orders firmly: "You have to fly!"
But before that, Shiki looks at the woman.
One on each of her legs, one on her back, and one point on her left chest. The cutting section named death can be certainly seen. The one on her chest would be a good one to aim for. That would be an instant kill. Whether this woman is an illusion or something else, as long as it's alive, even if it were a god, I'll kill it.
Bringing the knife to bear in a firm reverse grip, Shiki glares at the enemy in the sky.
The impulse assails Shiki once more.
...I can fly. I can fly. I liked the sky from before. I was flying yesterday too. I could probably fly higher today. Freely. Feeling peaceful. Laughing. I have to go quickly...
Where? To the sky? Free? ... That's...
Escape from reality. Yearn for the sky. Reaction to gravity. No feet on ground. Flight under unconsciousness.
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go------------------ GO!
"You've got to be kidding me."
Saying that, Shiki raises the empty left hand.
The suggestion does not work anymore. Shiki is not even fazed.
"I don't have that kind of admiration for the sky. I don't feel alive, so I don't know the pain of living. To be honest, I don't care about you at all."
...A murmur more like singing.
Shiki does not feel any restraint, joy or sorrow in life.
That's why Shiki is not attracted to the liberation from pain.
"But I don't like you keeping him. I got him first, so I'm taking him back."
Shiki's left hand grabs the empty air and pulls back.
As if being pulled by the left hand, the woman and the girls are pulled toward Shiki like fish being reeled in with a net.
The woman's expression changes. She puts more resolve into her will and pounds it against Shiki.
If she could communicate with Shiki, she would have screamed
Ignoring the curse, Shiki responds in an icy tone.
The knife drives into the chest of the woman as she is forced downwards. As simply and swiftly as slicing through a fruit, and with such precision that even the woman feels a brief glimpse of admiration.
There is no blood.
The woman, unable to move from the shock of the knife transfixing her chest, convulses just once.
Shiki casually throws the corpse over the tall fence, into the depths of the dark city.
The woman tumbles past the bounds of the rooftop and falls without a sound. Her dark, silken hair does not flutter, even during the fall, and fades into the night as her white robes are lost to the wind.
Like a white flower sinking deep into the ocean.
Shiki leaves the rooftop.
Above, the floating girls still remain...
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