Chapter 7.4: Cat Phantom IV
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Hopefully<em>i</em>nothing<em>i</em>will<em>i</em>arise
It<em>i</em>was<em>i</em>an<em>i</em>earnest<em>i</em>wish. My<em>i</em>spirits were<em>i</em>boosted when I was<em>i</em>enveloped<em>i</em>in the hot, humid air<em>i</em>of midsummer. I<em>i</em>mustnt let my feelings get<em>i</em>the better of me, as I<em>i</em>had learned<em>i</em>from Takenaka before: the<em>i</em>weaker your<em>i</em>feelings became, the more likely those things would approach you.
In fact, I should<em>i</em>be<em>i</em>prepared to take on anything and<em>i</em>everything Despite thinking like that, there<em>i</em>was a limit to what I could do.
With only one electric light every few dozen meters, I went around the corner that I had done many times before, feeling forlorn.
To<em>i</em>the<em>i</em>right of my<em>i</em>vision, I spotted a white<em>i</em>guardrail reinforced with steel<em>i</em>tes. Before arriving<em>i</em>at that convenience store, I remembered that<em>i</em>there had been a motorcycle ident
As<em>i</em>I<em>i</em>recalled, the manager informed me<em>i</em>that the person who fell off the<em>i</em>bike had died.
Apparently, idents<em>i</em>involving people falling off their bikes were a constant urrence at that location. I didnt even want<em>i</em>to ponder why, but a couple of those idents were bound to happen year<em>i</em>after year.
Consequently, a<em>i</em>brand<em>i</em>new steel te was installed each<em>i</em>time. This was evidence that idents were<em>i</em>so frequent that the guardrail could not be fixed in a timely<em>i</em>manner.
Although<em>i</em>I<em>i</em>passed the curve in a split second, a chill<em>i</em>seized me, so I made a turn at the<em>i</em>spot. Somehow, I had<em>i</em>a feeling I was going to catch sight of something<em>i</em>strange.
[Hyuuga<em>i</em>is]
Kinoshitas words resurfaced in my<em>i</em>mind.
Good<em>i</em>grief He certainly had<em>i</em>good<em>i</em>intuition.
As<em>i</em>I rode my bike, I found myself smiling bitterly, even if it was<em>i</em>creepy.
Hyuuga<em>i</em>Aoi
That<em>i</em>name rang a familiar bell.
That name hadnte up in a long<em>i</em>time. It had been a long time since someone had uttered that name to<em>i</em>me. It<em>i</em>was a name I didnt want to<em>i</em>hear.
Sealed<em>i</em>somewhere<em>i</em>in my memory, I banished it to the corner of my<em>i</em>brain. The<em>i</em>name that I had erased from my<em>i</em>mind
Whatever it was that prompted me to do so was unknown to<em>i</em>me, but it had been dredged out from the depths of my<em>i</em>memory and thrust in front<em>i</em>of me.
It<em>i</em>was right after I began perceiving strange things. All this time, I had forgotten about<em>i</em>it.
No, I<em>i</em>had<em>i</em>been feigning oblivion. I had made myself into convincing myself that I had forgotten.
Why<em>i</em>now? I<em>i</em>should have discarded that photograph.
I<em>i</em>should refrain from dwelling on this matter. It<em>i</em>was already<em>i</em>over.
That<em>i</em>person<em>i</em>and I had an unstable rtionship to begin with. Besides, I didnt really care about them.
Right
What<em>i</em>was the sense<em>i</em>in thinking about someone you didnt really care about anymore? I forcefully settled my faltering feelings and focused my attention on<em>i</em>driving.
Thanks<em>i</em>to<em>i</em>theck of pedestrian traffic and cars, my bike was moving along the night road at a brisk pace. In<em>i</em>less than five minutes, I would be at the convenience shop as I was moving rather<em>i</em>swiftly.
I<em>i</em>squinted my eyes and looked<em>i</em>toward the tunnels exit about halfway through.
What<em>i</em>was<em>i</em>that?
Something<em>i</em>was around<em>i</em>the exit of the tunnel. Beyond the dark orange fluorescent light of the tunnel, the<em>i</em>road was faintly illuminated by the moonlight.
There,<em>i</em>something, something<em>i</em>was
An object<em>i</em>I couldnt quite make out was there.
At<em>i</em>this rate, I might run it<em>i</em>over, so I slowed my bike down gradually. While sticking my neck out<em>i</em>in front of me, I<em>i</em>looked closely at<em>i</em>it.
What!?
I<em>i</em>figured<em>i</em>it<em>i</em>out.
About<em>i</em>a meter or so before exiting the<em>i</em>tunnel, I realized what it was and stopped<em>i</em>my bike near the exit.
A cat
Lying<em>i</em>on the road was a<em>i</em>cat.
However, it<em>i</em>was no ordinary<em>i</em>cat.
It was a<em>i</em>red lump lying carelessly. An ominous<em>i</em>red body fluid glistening under the<em>i</em>moonlight
With<em>i</em>its<em>i</em>limbs cast aside, the cats abdomen was concave<em>i</em>and ripped open like a pomegranate, exposing its<em>i</em>long, pink intestines, which were<em>i</em>stained with red-ck blood and protruded and were<em>i</em>dispersed all over the ce. Feces<em>i</em>and pieces of flesh drenched in it leaked from the anus, and a gut-like mass<em>i</em>protruded from the gaping mouth.
It was a<em>i</em>sight so devastating that made me<em>i</em>want to<em>i</em>scowl.
How<em>i</em>awful It was run over
The<em>i</em>crystalline lens, resembling a marble, stared into the void<em>i</em>and remained stationary. The small, reddish<em>i</em>body with white in some ces suggested that it<em>i</em>had originally been a white cat.
Judging<em>i</em>from the fresh color<em>i</em>of the sttered guts, this cat was probably run over<em>i</em>only recentlyperhaps<em>i</em>a few hours ago, or possibly even minutes<em>i</em>ago.
This was not the<em>i</em>first time I had observed a cat being struck<em>i</em>like this. Even<em>i</em>if it wasnt the<em>i</em>first time, it was<em>i</em>still shocking and not a pretty sight to<em>i</em>behold.
Who on earth could<em>i</em>have brought this<em>i</em>upon
Nah-oh.