Pygmalion Is Planting Seeds V2, Chapter 15
We are finally at the last chapter now, after 3 months and 3 weeks. Im aware that the release frequency might be a bit slow, sorry about that. But still, I ended up finishing the entire novel this time, unlike most of the stuff I do.
Anyway, thank you for following the story up till today!
Enjoy the last chapter!
E/N: Hey, its Xilphidae!
Well that was quite an interesting info-dump. I dont know about you all but I finally/possibly found out why Haruhito choked from Kuuyas food and Misaki didnt. Afterall, if JP novels taught us one thing(or me that is), its that characters who cant cook, really cant cook, EVER!(Except for Shion of Slime Tensei, that damn cheat skill). Anyway, thanks for reading and joining the dark side(yes, you joined, by reading this story, you joined).
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P.S. I already ate your promised cookies.
P.P.S. My bad.
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Snow started falling down as if it was erasing the remains of the fall.
Snowfall in this town was so rare to the point where rumors about it being a weather anomaly, roamed the streets.
Inside the basement of an old art nouveau building, hiding in the woods next to the suburbs, a man, seeming to be in his forties, and a beautiful little girl were sitting with a stainless table interposed between them.
On top of the table, laying down, was a nude boy. Although, describing him as laying down may be a bit unbefitting for his current condition. His head was separated from his body and his lost limbs were also placed close to him. The cut section of his neck and limbs were dissolved and yellow pus was overflowing from his body filling the room with a wicked odor that could crook any nose.
The man and the little girl didnt appear to mind that smell in the slightest and remained gazing at the boys body.
Four and a half years, thats indeed an impressive durability.
The short little girl raised her voice which sounded like the ringing of a bell. Her cold and mature manner of speech was unsuitable for her young appearance and it somehow ruined her innocent characteristic.
The man was stiffly folding his arms while delivering a grim glance to the little girl.
You knew about it, didnt you? That Kuuya ran away from home and repeated the revival many times. Why didnt you stop him?
I knew about it and I already gave him a warning. But he didnt lend his ears to me. He was completely immersed inside the balm of the Shishikuibana. The little girl coldly eluded the mans rebuke.
Giving up on persuading is the same as smothering him. Your words are nothing but an excuse. If you tried doing so more seriously, things wouldnt have proceeded with this result.
And how about you? Despite being his caretaker, why didnt you realize that he was raising a Shishikuibana?.
I knew that he was hiding something from me, but not even in my wildest dreams would I think about it being a Shishikuibana. The mans face became clouded from getting hit in a sensible spot. So, theres really no way for him to recover?
Hes not a lizard or a planarian. Once his parts become rotten, treating them back to normal is out of question. The sole way to restore him back is by planting another seed in his brain again. It could be said that hes lucky for having this remaining possibility.
You mean I did well by securing his head before it completely rotted? The angry man took out a cigarette, however, the little girls rebuked him with No smoking! before he held it in his mouth. The man unwillingly returned the cigarette to the case while observing the room. Then, he noticed that something was missing.
Where did you put Iruse Misakis pot, by the way?
I disposed of it.
What a waste! Even though she was a cutie.
Her soul has crumbled apart. It is indeed a waste of flesh, but theres no meaning in resuscitating her.
Is it the result of what you call as multiple copies?
The little girl affirmed the mans question.
The revival of Shishikuibana is always followed by a loss or disruption of memories, a decline in morals, sociality and also, a partial dysfunction of the mind. Lets call it as noise. No matter what you do during the resuscitation process, avoiding the noise is an impossible task. Its similar to dubbing an analog tape. Do you know about a man called Ando?
You mean the man who was found decaying in his apartment recently?
Andos death was a very strange case that gathered a large amount of attention.
Discovered inside a locked mansion, Andos body was found scattered around as if it was eaten by carnivorous animals and seemingly left to decay for a few months. Corpses of women with torn off limbs were also discovered along with it and the mass media started unfolding a battle of false reports every single day.
All of those women were Shishikuibana. Ando was repeatedly whispering in their ears believing that he could brainwash them by altering their memories. What an idiot, theres no actual way to do so. The Shishikuibana maintain their memories and emotions when reviving.
In short, he was murdered by his Shishikuibana?
The little girl affirmed the mans words again.
The Shishikuibana is always aware of itself not being a human. Above knowing that fact, it could still deceive itself by cleverly acting as one and sometimes even by feigning silliness. All of that in order to approach the human world and obtain flesh, said differently, something like camouflage. Similar to how Iruse Misaki tried murdering Kuuya and how Ando didnt perceive that their soul was composed only externally while internally, they were holding a rebellious spirit, resulting in him getting killed. If Ando was to repeatedly murder and revive them again, he would be able to increase the noise and torpor their senses. However, that would be no different from monopolizing a doll
The brain tissues turned into pure noise due to the frequent revival. In other words, multiple copies cause a deterioration in the brains functions, thus the death of the creature as an intelligent form.
But thats quite strange.
The little girl inclined her head.
In Kuuyas case, he wasnt mimicking humanity but was really unaware of himself being a Shishikuibana. He didnt look as he was pretending to me, and to top it off, he didnt touch a single piece of flesh he was supplying for Iruse Misaki as well. Did you do something to him?
I didnt pull any strings. He forgot everything on his own. Leaving aside the fact of Kuuya being a Shishikuibana, he even forgot about himself being murdered by his mother.
This is my first time witnessing a case of memory loss.
I dont really need to inform you about this, but
The man dropped his sight toward the deceased boy.
I started noticing the slight change in my sister-in-laws mentality about the time when my brother suggested the divorce. After she broke up with him and took Kuuya along, her heart became entirely worn out. She was possessed by a firm conviction that Kuuya was the mastermind behind her situation, if he didnt exist, she wouldve won back my brothers heart. This guy here wasnt to be blamed, he was only dragged into someone elses fight.[Pr: Poor Kuuya]
Which led to you embracing Kuuyas ripped off head and knocking on this shops door.
This time, it was the mans turn to affirm her words.
I was hearing rumors about you a long time ago, but every time I did, my reaction was a scornful laugh, thinking that such a miraculous sorcery doesnt exist in this world. And in the end, I found myself grinding my forehead to the ground while begging you to bring Kuuya back to life. Just like a slave asking for his masters forgiveness.
Still though, thanks to throwing away your dignity, Kuuya was able to return alive. Forgetting about himself being a Shishikuibana in addition.
Was he asleep when he was murdered, or maybe the shock of witnessing his mom murdering him caused a gap in his memories. I have no idea. The only thing that was obvious is him coming back to life with a pure human heart.
Maybe the lack of memories regarding his death restrained his Shishikuibana ego. Usually, his body would collapse and pass away after going a month without human flesh, surprisingly enough however, he was able to maintain his will and consciousness for a whole three months. I wonder if this lack of self-consciousness as a Shishikuibana exerted an influence on his health. If that was to be true, he would turn into a very interesting example
Thats not interesting, dammit!
With an extremely displeased face, the man clicked his tongue.
The first flesh you fed him was his mothers. Not because she desired it, but because it was your self-righteous judgment, is that right?
My sister-in-law was entirely broken, though the only thing she still recalled is Kuuyas face. Seeing the resuscitating Kuuya again made her fall into a panicky condition, it was quite possible for her to try killing him again. So yeah, considering these circumstances, I ended up making that bitter decision.
It must have been difficult. Not only killing his mother, but a common freelancer like you provisioning corpses is quite
The killing part is not that hard. What requires a lot of effort, is performing that act without leaving the least trace. It would be troubling if somebody was to witness me during those times after all. The quantity of the flesh I take back home is not that large either, so it doesnt really pay off.
And so, you feed him the flesh you acquire after a hard time. Keeping up this laborious task for four and a half years is pretty impressive.
Every day, I continuously disciplined him to eat meat. In times of my absence, I hire a prostitute to cook the meals for him after making her promise to not pry too much.
Your cooking skills must have increased?
Yeah. Though, I never made him a hamburger steak.
Why is that?
Hamburger steak was the last meal my sister-in-law cooked for him.
Silence dominated the room for a short while.
Eventually, their eyes slowly fell to the boy above the table.
Murdered by his mother, resuscitated with a strange method, carried on with his life a person, fell in love, and destroyed by his deep passion for the girl he loved. A pathetic, pitiful boy.
Getting back to the main topic.
The man directed his sharp glance towards the little girl once again.
Why didnt you inform Kuuya about the noise following the repeated resuscitation?
I just told you, trying to convince him otherwise of his blind belief of bringing back Iruse Misaki was no different from speaking to a wall. All of his beliefs were hanging by a sole expectation of reviving her. Even if he was to be convinced that his actions were completely futile and that it would only break her, then his own mind wouldve faced the same result. it would be too heavy for him to end his faint love story in such a way.
Still, staying silent is
Iruse Misaki withered away and cant be restored. That is the truth.
The boy was recreating a soulless doll until the end.
Chasing after the illusion of his beloved girl, he kept on walking through a thorny path without averting his eyes to the surroundings.
The only thing which was waiting for him on the other side of the path was a fleeting and brittle sand tower ready to crumble down the instant he steps inside of it. However, for the boy, he may have seen it as a shining arcadia instead.
Youre making a face as if youre unrelated to all this stuff. Speaking to you makes me feel like Im having a conversation with a demon.
My mind and soul are both those of a human. Despite having a fake body.
Youre pretty cruel for a human, though.
I am an eternal girl whos lived for hundreds of years. I left my human heart behind during this long period. The secret of retaining my youth is a shower of a maidens blood and black pudding. Hiding the fact of being a Shishikuibana while deceiving people with this flavored story is much safer you know.
The man didnt reply to the little girls sarcastic answer.
In the first place, you knew about Kuuya being a Shishikuibana from the start, didnt you?
I realized that on the way. At first, I thought he was just a middle schooler acting tough by walking in the night town. His family name, Mamesaki had caught my attention, but it didnt ring a bell until he already fed Iruse Misaki the first piece of flesh.
You didnt try to stop him because you were anticipating this result, no, you were the one who induced Kuuya to walk in this path.
Why would I do that?
To increase the Shishikuibana holding an ego. The reason you let him die was because you desired for his reset.
The little girl drew back her smile to glare at the man with a cold expression.
Thats a silly suspicion. I didnt confirm my doubt of whether he was aware or not until just now to begin with. What is your basis for saying this?
You were never someone who gets satisfied by an explanation. Nor were you someone who generously informs others of the secret of making a Shishikuibana that easily. I dont understand the motive behind you frankly telling him the fact youre a Shishikuibana as well. This might not be my concern but, by observing your chain of actions I cant help but see them belonging to one sentence.
So thats how you arrived at this conclusion of me moving in order to recruit a new member to my club. Increasing my kind means decreasing my food. Obtaining human flesh is not something I could readily do. Its me who will end up with a heavy loss.
If that wasnt your reason, then Id appreciate it if you told me why you gave him the first seed for free.
Its the same as you when you didnt notify Kuuya about himself, I dont think that I am obliged to express my true purpose to you. But one thing is true, which is that I wanted to stop him.
This is hard to believe. Even if you were thinking so, is it because he was my nephew?
Seeing his hands which were consumed with love and pure feelings for Iruse Misaki, I didnt want to witness them getting tainted by blood. It is indeed a sentimental reason if I say so myself.
Heh, so thats it. Then why did you abandon him in the end? He didnt lend an ear to your warning and lost his self-control. You couldnt bring him back after he was swaying to his ruin, am I wrong? You threw him away just like a child who lost interest in their broken toy.
Is it strange to throw away a broken toy?
The mans head turned numb once again from anger due to the little girls wicked response.
He didnt affirm her words nor did he clearly deny them.
This woman is desiring for a comrade.
Not because she needed someone to comfort her from her loneliness.
She desired for someone sharing the same accursed fate as her, someone corrupted by the addiction of eating human flesh.
I mean, isnt unfair, being the only one facing this destiny?
She would definitely answer something like that with a carefree face.
However, she didnt want a cannibalistic flower depending on its survival instinct and devouring flesh.
All that she desired for, was a family member whos in an environment already aware of himself not being a human, understands that fact very well, and possesses a never-disappearing wound.
Concealing that intent of hers, she makes use of her cajolery and conversation skills to persuade people before offering them the forbidden suggestion.
Did you ever think about resuscitating your beloved person?
It didnt matter for her whether those who were manipulated by her words end up in ruins.
In contrast to her desires, a persons life was lighter than fluff.
And because of her selfishness, Kuuya was
The man who was swelling with flames of anger barely managed to control his impulse to hit the little girl.
It wasnt because he considered his situation about reviving the boy, but because he knew that even if he tears off her limbs while shes still alive, the little girl would probably show him a grin, stating something like, I think I should appreciate the exhibition of a lonely human swallowed up by his anger.
Aaah! Lets call it quits here.
The man was able to appease his irritation.
Youre awfully selfish and your ideas considerably deviates from the common, However, The point where youre honest with your desires is completely normal I guess.
How about you try writing a report about me, with the title as The women whos selling ruin? Now that you praised me, I can even accept an interview request.
I didnt praise you and Im not planning on writing about you either. The food Id buy with such a poor article income wouldnt taste good anyway. And I dont think there would be somebody whos intrigued enough to read a report like that to begin with.
You shouldnt be accused of what youre writing. No matter what kind of big talk or idle gossip you write, depending on the reader, it could turn into a descriptive poetry of an uncommon minstrel. I think thats something you are familiar with as a writer.
The little girl placed down a worn out diary she was holding in her arm at the corner of the table.
A lesson explaining the heavy compensation a person would have to pay if he rebelled against Gods will, a fable written down by a single man.
The heck does that mean?
The little girl peered at the mans face with her black eyes similar to the abyss.
So what are you planning to do, Mr. Haruhito Mamesaki? Are you going to revive Kuuya once again?
Theres no need to answer such a question.
Youve already acknowledged the danger of the deteriorating copies, right?
I will keep looking after this guy, even if his brain grows completely empty
Excuse me, that was a foolish question, wasnt it?
A brand new hole was drilled in the boys head.
I dont have any relatives to prove this but, an uncle being devoted to his nephew this much is quite unnatural. It seems close to a father doing his best to look after his son while resorting to every possible means.[Pr: The Story Was About Kuuya! *bang bang bang* That was the sound of my mind blowing]
Isnt that simply a silly suspicion?
What? Did I strike the mark?
Give me a break.
The man standing behind the little girl who was skilfully handling the seed felt like he witnessed the figures of countless engravers standing in a row, waiting for her to bestow them a hammer and chisel.
Dont they realize the little girls sly? Or maybe theyre already aware of the ruin arranged for them. Either way, they were all foolish engravers trifled, confused and charmed by the Shishikuibanas sweet allure.
Those who were bewildered and deceived by the words of sorcery released from her fascinating lips; exactly like as a worker bee offering its collected pollen to the queen, they continued offering her their blood and flesh until they were reduced to ashes by the despair of the hell-fire born from their brought up nihility.
So Im one of those idiots too, huh?!
Ridiculing his own actions, the man watched the little girl silently burying the seed inside the ashy brown deserted field.