To the End.

Chapter Three

Kazuki hummed to himself as he held a shovel in his hand. There was already a large pile of dirt next to him from where he had already begun digging days before. It only made sense to him to get the grave ready in advance so he didn't have to waste more time than he needed. All he wanted to do was get her out of his sight and out of his home so he could move on to the next. There was already a nice girl in mind that he'd noticed earlier in the day while he was out. Her name was unknown to him, but he was going to figure it out --one way or another.

Tossing the shovel aside, it made a noise as it connected with the ground in a metal thud. Kazuki jumped up enough to be able to make it over the edge of the grave and climbed out. It wasn't too deep that it'd take him forever to get all the dirt back in, but it also wasn't too shallow to where someone would find Naora easily or even with minor digging. It'd be a shame if someone found her and the crime were traced back to him before he could finish having his fun. He was in no way done, and if anyone had found her, surely they'd find the others.

His hands wrapped around Naora's ankles, pulling her closer to the hole before he pushed her body in. It fell with a thud, her arms and legs sprawled out as far as they could within the confines of the grave. It didn't matter to him --it wasn't exactly the most proper of burials, but it also wasn't his job to make it nice for her. He had said he'd give her a nice burial, but never did he say it'd be nice for her. What had she ever done for him? Nothing. She could have at least been nice to him. In the end, wasn't he doing her a favor? Wasn't he just adding the cherry to the top? He spared her of having to further live in the cruel universe, and now he was giving her a resting place. Kazuki could have just as easily tossed her body aside like most killers, throwing her out of a moving car in the middle of nowhere or tossing her into a body of water. Those weren't smart ideas, and Kazuki knew she'd be recovered much quicker if he'd chosen those options.

He began humming quietly again while he shoveled the dirt over her body. It was going to take awhile for all the dirt to be in place again, but it was night and he had time. It gave him time to be alone with his thoughts: what was he going to do next? How was he going to get the new woman? Most importantly, what was he going to do to her? There were so many ideas swirling around in his head that it almost made him giddy to choose just one. Whatever he'd choose, it had to please him more than Naora's treatments pleased him. It was fun, but now he needed something more. Something... more extreme but less messy. Naora had pissed him off and caused her demise quickly. This time he needed to draw it out much longer.

Naora's time with him hadn't been as long as he would have liked, that was true. Perhaps if she would have listened to him she would have lasted longer. He supposed not everyone was capable of following direction. It only made the situation, and their lives, more difficult. Kazuki had no problem putting an end to a person's life in order to find someone more fun for himself. After all, isn't that what serial killers did anyways? He supposed some of them did it for some kind of sick sexual thrill, but he had no interest in his victims in such a way, in fact, Kazuki found no one sexually attracted. He'd wondered in the past if something was simply wrong with him but decided that perhaps maybe he was just wired differently. As he began uncovering more and more disturbing details about himself, his lack of sexual attraction no longer seemed like the biggest issue he had with himself. Loving crime programs inspired by real stories or even seeing real stories told by victims families, now those were something he loved. It wasn't just a fascination. Kazuki was envious. He knew he could do the same thing as the murderers in those stories, and he could do it better. It was such a stupid thing to do and a stupid thing to look forward to doing. What kind of person dedicated their life to crime willingly? A person who was anything but normal, he supposed. Kazuki never really did have an interest in anything considered "normal", and he'd always been the quiet guy who sat off by himself and simply kept to himself. People always thought he was weird, and they were right. They just couldn't prove it. They didn't know exactly what was wrong with him; he looked normal, but there was sometimes a look in his eyes that was gone as quickly as it had come. And the moment he smiled, any and all thoughts of him being weird went away.

Naora.

His thoughts quickly flashed back to the woman as he continued covering her with dirt. So small, so innocent. She'd been a lesson to himself: don't go for someone who can't shut up. Maybe that was something impossible to do. A person looking at Death's door isn't going to be quiet. They're going to beg for their life in hopes that their killer would find some kindness in their heart to let them go. They also knew it was useless, so useless. There was nothing that was going to stop Kazuki. The only thing that could, perhaps, stop him would be the sudden appearance of another person, but then he'd have a new toy to play with and the fun would increase.

After a few hours, the dirt was back in place, and he found himself sitting in his car. He was covered from head to toe in dirt, and he was glad it was dark should someone see him. It wasn't every day a dirt-covered man wandered around in the dark, and if one were seen, it was a cause for alarm. He held his hands out in front of himself and stared at what he could see of them. They were sore from all the digging and covering of the grave. Surely there were splinters in the skin from the hours worth of work he had just put in. It was time to let them rest, and as soon as he gotten home and bathed, he'd let them soak in some warm water for a while. He turned the key in the ignition and began driving toward home again.

Tomorrow he would put on his mask and be normal to society again. He'd go out and find that girl he'd saw earlier, and he would approach her. After all, he wanted to start the game again as soon as possible, but it wasn't up to him. If the woman didn't fall for his tricks he'd have to postpone his plans. Something told him that the next woman wouldn't be as easy as Naora. She didn't look as gullible, but he could always hope that she was just as stupid.

a/n - This feels so short, but I promise to write longer chapters in the future. Please comment and tell me what you think and vote, and thank you to those of you who have commented and voted in the past! ❤️