Sloth IF - Ichika “The Star Born that Day” Cold. Her body couldn't succumb to any other pleasure. Rain, hammering harder and harder, matching the beat of her heart, slamming her chest like a drum. Tears, rolling down her cheeks as she laughed maniacally. “It’s only just begun, Fuutarou-kun.” On this day, Ichika Nakano was born. • All five sisters were in separate rooms at the school festival, awaiting his decision. Time had slowed for Ichika, she could hear her heartbeat echoing in her mind. However the time had passed, Fuutarou Uesugi had chosen another. One door slammed open just outside, an ear piercing scream of pure hatred and wrath filled the empty air. Nino. Ichika quickly got up to console her heartbroken sister, however, her mind was locked in pure distain towards the man she gave her everything too. Ichika understood. Ichika and Nino approached a classroom just to the left. Together, they opened the door expecting to see Fuutarou with her. As the door slowly crept open, Ichika’s heart growing louder and louder, she found Itsuki in the room, eating a Crêpe. “Itsuki… where the hell is, Fu-kun?” Nino asked quietly, perhaps saving her emotions for the confrontation. “I- I don’t know, I heard footsteps go towards the infirmy.” Itsuki replied. Ichika pushed Nino into the room with Itsuki and locked the door from the outside. This was her chance. She ran. Faster than she ever had before. Not giving a second thought about the shy sister she had given so much pep to. Miku. Ichika knew who was in the infirmary, who had gotten exhausted during the festival, the athletic one, Yotsuba Nakano. Ichika bolted down the hallway, the screams of Nino who had pure murder in her voice, had grown quieter, until she couldn’t hear her at all. She arrived at the infirmary door, prepared to do what no human would normally think to do. • “Hey.” A man’s voice spoke shyly to Yotsuba within the infirmary. Yotsuba stared at him, mixed with confusion and joy. “Uesgui-san!” Yotsuba quickly sat up from her bed and suddenly her exhaustion was no more. She had won, Yotsuba was the victorious one. “What are you doing here and not with the others?” Yotsuba asked happily. She knew the answer. She knew Fuutarou chose her. Suddenly the infirmary door slammed open, and there stood a girl, equal in height to Yotsuba, pink, short hair, with a jacket tied around her waist. “Ichika?” Yotsuba asked, mixed with malice and confusion. “Fuutarou, answer her, what are you doing here?” Fuutarou was hesitant to give a response. “I’m, eh… having a private chat with my student.” Ichika wasn’t having it, she grabbed Fuutaoru, easily overpowering the weak tutor, and dragged him out of the infirmary. “I-Ichika??” “Shut up and come with me, Fuutarou-kun.” Ichika knew she couldn’t outrun Yotsuba, even with her in that state. She used the school’s complicated layout to her advantage. Ichika knew Yotsuba couldn’t quickly analyze her math problems, nevertheless the hallways. She put her hand over Fuutarou’s mouth and ran. Fuutarou was fading in and out of consciousness, until finally, Fuutaruou Uesugi, had passed out • He woke up in a dark, spacious room. It smelled of rot and mold. Oddly, he had the urge to clean it. He felt anxious, confused, and cold. “I felt just the same way Fuutarou-kun.” He heard a voice speaking down on him menacingly, Fuutarou tried to move but noticed chains on either arm, hands strapped down to the arms of the chair he had sat upon. His legs were chained the same way to the legs of the chair, hindering all movement, and stopping any resistance. “Is your heart beating yet Fuutarou-kun? Are you as cold as I was on that day?” “What are you talking about you psychotic bitch?!” “That day in the rain, where you truly awakened me. Where I realized what I truly wanted in life. It was you Fuutarou-kun, and only you, to myself. “Your sisters will find me, when you work together, you can do anything.” “Oh, do you mean these sisters?” Ichika flipped a singular light on and lit up the room. It was a big room filled with nothing but a moldy ceiling and 4 more chairs. There sat Nino, Miku, Yotsuba, and Itsuki Nakano. Chained the same way Fuutarou was. The light above flickered, as did Fuutaruou’s consciousness yet again. All four sisters also carried a strap of tape over their mouths, preventing them from making a sound. Ichika had a hand behind her back, as her other hand pointed at Fuutarou. She laughed maniacally, the same way she did on that cold, rainy day. Ichika felt unstoppable. She had stolen the victory Yotsuba had rightfully achieved. She had finally won Fuutaoru to herself. Now all that was left, was to eliminate any lingering threats. “Nino.” Ichika ripped the tape off of her mouth, but she didn’t make a sound. “How did you manage to get them too, Ichika?” Fuutaoru questioned in fury. Ichika turned around to look at Fuutarou, “I locked Nino and Itsuki, in a room and told them I knew where you went. They were too in shock to realize my discrepancies and went along. After that it was easy, all I had to do was drug their drinks and bring them straight here. Yotsuba was too exhausted to continue a chase and passed out shortly after leaving the infirmary. Finally, Miku’s blind trust in me was easy to take advantage of and escort her here. My acting ability came into play so I wasn’t asked questions. Thank you Fuutarou-kun.” “Ichi-“ Fuutaoru had started, “Shhhh” Ichika interrupted. “Just sit quiet and watch like a good boy.” Out of sheer fear, Fuutarou kept quiet. “Now let's start with you Nino.” Ichika pulled a fine sharpened machete from the hand she kept tucked behind her back. She teased the machete against the skin of Nino’s bare stomach. She was wearing a crop top, there as her stomach was exposed. Nino squirmed and in the midst, cut herself on the blade hung next to her stomach. She yelped in agony as the faint smell of the blood came into the air. Blood fell from her stomach down to her pants. “Ah so you’ve already begun for me. Itsuki keep watch, I’m about to show you someone who will never, eat, again.” “Ichika please, I promise I’ll leave you alone and never touch fu-ku-, Uesugi ever again.” “It’s too late, Nino.” Ichika carved an “I” into Nino’s stomach. Nino whales in agony, tears falling from her face down to her open wound. Ichika stabbed the stem of the “I” carved into her stomach and twisted the machete within her guts. The liquid sound of her intestines being separated pierced the air. Nino faded out of concioussness for what seemed like the last time. Ichika gently put her hand in the open wound and pulled out a long, spongy organ. Nino’s intestines filled Ichika’s hand, blood, bile, and all bodily fluids drooled out from the wound. Ichika cut off a part of Nino’s guts and thought to finish her, “just to be sure”. Ichika grabbed a hammer and hurriedly bashed it into Nino’s skull. With this, the second sister, Nino Nakano, had died. Fuutaoru was speechless, he vomited at the sight of Nino’s mutilated body. The girl once full of life and ambition, met her end by a prideful older sister. “Now Miku, out of respect for letting me borrow your appearance, I’ll keep your end short.” Ichika tore off the tape across Miku’s mouth and she gasped for air. Miku tried to plead for her life, but no words came out. Ichika dropped her machete, the metal echoing throughout the room. Ichika wrapped her arms around Miku in a friendly hug and whispered in her ear: “I’m sorry, Miku. I love you.” Ichika brought up her right hand and wrapped it around Miku’s thin throat. She squeezed. She let out all of the anguish and sorrow that had been built since Itsuki had first introduced Fuutaoru that day, a year ago. Miku being unathletic, wasn’t able to survive more than 40 seconds. Miku passed out almost instantly. Ichika knelt down beside Miku’s unconscious body and picked up her bloody machete. Littered with the blood of her sister. Ichika gracefully sliced the machete into Miku’s chest, as she mixed the blood of her two sisters. The third sister, Miku Nakano, had died. The stench of the deceased grew stronger. There were 2 sisters remaining in this vile bloodshed. “Yotsuba! Oh how I’ve been waiting for this one. The one who stole my beloved.” Ichika ripped the tape from Yotsuba’ mouth and she too, gasped for air. “Ichika! This isn’t right. He didn’t choose you. You can’t do this to your own sisters! We’re family, we work together! We always have.” “Is it possible to work together now, Yotsuba? Your sisters there are deceased, they can’t come back. Your pep talk has no effect on me. I’ve made up my mind. If Fuutarou doesn’t choose me, I’ll make him choose me. But first, I have to eliminate the people he might run to. I’m sorry but, that’s you four. Nothing will stand in my way, I’ve won now. You four have lost to the likes, of your eldest sister.” Before Yotsuba could utter a word, Ichika drove her bloodstained machete into the side of her. She had hit an artery. Blood spat out of Yotsuba’s side bloodying the machete even further. Ichika twisted the machete within Yotsuba’s side and she screamed in a teary agony. Ichika got close to Yotsuba’s ear and whispered, “I love you, dear sister.” Directly after, Ichika used her left hand to smash Yotsuba’s right shoulder with the hammer. Yotsuba’s health was further deteriorating and she couldn’t feel pain anymore. She was beginning to fade out of consciousness for the last time, just like the sisters before her. Yotsuba was dizzy, her vision becoming cloudy and blurry. Right before she fell out of consciousness, she heard Ichika whisper: “Thank you for bringing him to me.” The fourth sister, Yotsuba Nakano, had died. Before Ichika could begin with Itsuki, she heard a loud thud coming from behind her. It repeated. She quickly glanced her head back and realized Fuutaoru was slamming his head against the back of the old wooden chair he was sitting on. Attempting to kill himself. Ichika rushed over, “hey hey hey, Fuutaoru-kun, what’s going on? Isn’t this making you happy? I’m doing this all for you. This is all for you.” Those words kept echoing within Fuutarou’s mind, “This is all for you”. He screamed. He couldn’t bare holding Ichika’s sins on his back. He was slowly giving in to the insanity Ichika had overcome him with. Fuutarou was losing himself. “Fuutaoru-kun, I didn’t want to have to do this but It seems I must.” Ichika pulled a white tablet from her back pocket. She slowly walked over to Fuutarou forcefully shoved it into his mouth. “You’ll be out soon, Fuuu-kun.” As the slamming had stopped she turned around to face Itsuki, wide eyed and unprepared to meet her fate. Ichika’s machete reeked of the smell of her three other sisters’ blood and guts. “Itsuki, I know you never interfered with me, but I can’t let you roam around while Fuutaoru is still alive. After all, I already mutilated his beloved.” Ichika ripped the tape covering Itsuki’s mouth and Itsuki stayed silent. She had no words to speak to her eldest sister. Now her only sister. Ichika tilted her head confused as to why itsuki wasn’t making a sound. “Itsuki, it’s your time to shine!” Her eyes went from wide to dull and gloomy. Ichika wanted her youngest sister to fade away with fear in her eyes. She wanted to feel as though she held complete power over her sister’s emotions. Ichika drove her crimson machete into Itsuki’s kneecap. It was then the youngest sister went back to her eyes widening. Ichika laughed. “Now we begin, oh dear sister.” Ichika took hold of her hammer and smashed Itsuki’s other knee. Itsuki’s ear piercing screams filled the thin air. “No matter how much you scream, no one will find us underground, Itsuki.” “Futarou will never accept you after this, you heartless bitch. You’re just like dad.” That comment touched Ichika, she felt offput. Out of sheer anger, Ichika dropped her machete and smashed Itsuki’s limbs one by one with her hammer. Beginning with her left arm, and continuing with her right. Itsuki wasn’t fading out of consciousness, she felt every single hit. Ichika felt empowered, she wanted more. She wanted to cause more bloodshed, she felt undefeatable. Itsuki could no longer utter a sound, and Ichika was beginning to become bored of her. To finish her final sister, she dropped her hammer and crept towards her slowly. Ichika used both hands to grab hold of Itsuki’s cheeks. “Did you want a final meal? Dear sister?” Itsuki couldn’t move nor utter a sound. Ichika backed off and walked over to Nino’s limp corpse. She picked up her mutilated liver lying on the floor. Ichika walked back over to Itsuki, Nino’s failed organ in her right hand, and stuffed it into her mouth. “Let’s eat.” Ichika whispered. Itsuki, still unable to make a sound had no choice but to chew into her dead sister’s organs. The bile of the liver leaked down Itsuki’s throat. It was then, Itsuki finally faded from consciousness for the final time. The fifth sister, Itsuki Nakano, had died. • Fuutarou had lost his consciousness at the time Itsuki had been murdered. When he awoke, he was greeted by a sleeping Ichika in front of him. Fuutarou couldn’t live anymore. He had finally lost his mind after Ichika’s events of the previous day. Fuutaoru was tired, exhausted, and he found it was hard to move. He correlated his limited mobility to the pill Ichika forced him to take the previous day. He had realized however, Ichika had dropped her machete right below her feet. If Fuutarou could break any of the chains, he could end it for himself, and join his beloved, along with his sane sisters. He used to go camping all the time. He could recall some survival tips. What Ichika failed to do, was tightly lock up his right leg’s chain. Now that this had Fuutarou’s full attention, he was able to loosen the chain around his leg enough to stomp on the machete and bring it closer to him. He moved it slowly, careful not to wake up the sleeping demon in front of him. He was able to use his toes to grip the machete’s base and lift it slightly. His goal was to throw it backwards with his foot, on to his lap. This was a gamble. Fuutarou threw the machete up, however it didn’t pack enough force to come towards fuutaoru, and hit the floor. The metal clanking woke up the sleeping sister in front of him. Ichika smiled. “What is it you were trying, fuuu-kun?” “Let me out of here NOW Ichika.” Ichika started letting out his chains. “Wha- why?” Fuutaoru asked. “I’m confident enough to know you can’t try anything with me in the ro-“ Before Ichika was able to finish, Fuutarou darted towards the machete. He was able to reach it. Ichika, completely caught off guard internally panicked, but kept a cool composure. “You won’t kill me.” Ichika exclaimed full of pride. “And that will be your downfall, Ichika.” Fuutarou quietly sighed. It was then that Fuutarou pierced his own heart with the machete that contained a dried, bloody, shell of the Nakano sisters’ blood. Before fuutarou could pull the machete out of his chest, he fell forward, losing his balance. This caused the machete to dig deeper into his chest, to where he lost consciousness for the last time. Fuutarou had joined the Nakano sisters. Fuutarou Uesugi, the tutor, had died. • Ichika now having lost everything, being her family, and her beloved, was left in shambles. She stated at the corpse of Fuutarou Uesugi with tears falling from her face. Ichika knew she had to take the same fate. She couldn’t live now that she had given up everything for him. And now he had left her just as quick, as she gave everything up. Ichika picked up the bloodstained machete, and licked it from the bottom up. Ichika then stabbed herself in the same spot Fuutarou had done to himself. The first sister, Ichika Nakano, had taken her own life.