didn't i leave
Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni Sedai
When the Cicadas Cry: Generation
When the Cicadas Cry: Generation
Hinamizawa, a peaceful secluded village set in Japan, with a deadly secret. The year 1983 brought many tragedies to seven teenagers, Rika, Satoko, Keiichi, Rena, Mion and Shion. Hinamizawa Syndrome struck all of them that year, murdering them slowly one by one until all of Hinamizawa suffered from the disease, resulting in the villages ultimate termination.
Though, time seemed to repeat again and again and again, for over 100 years. They were all given chances, one life after another until mysteries began to be solved and in the end, Hinamizawa was saved by that horrible year of 1983.
Rika Furuude, the daughter of the Furuude Nobles, and the queen carrier of the Disease, Hinamizawa Syndrome. After her mother and father had passed, Rika was given the status of queen carrier and if she were to be killed, all of Hinamizawa would become a calamity and become another village of ruins, and nothing more.
Miyo Takano, believed to just be Hinamizawa’s friendly town nurse was behind all of the deaths, and she knew very well what would happen if Rika were to be killed, and that was her goal. Kill Rika Furuude to prove the theory.
Eventually, after 100 years of torment, Rika was able to get her friends to trust her and together, they all stopped Takano’s killing rampage.
The year 1983 was finally over, and everyone was finally able to move on with their lives.
Though, in the year 2008, Takano came back, fed up with every ounce of treatment she had been put under, she would end her rivalry with Rika Furuude forever.
The Watangashi Festival of 2008 was brutal, and Takano took out revenge on anyone she could get her hands on, and even had a team behind her antics, killing those who she couldn’t.
It ended with a show down between Rika and Miyo, with Rika’s 12 year old daughter, Nana, watching, waiting desperately for her mother to leave the fight safely so they could go on with their lives.
Unfortunately, things didn’t end as anticipated.
Rika died later that night, revealing to Nana her role in Hinamizawa Syndrome, and what Nana’s role in the disease was from that point on.
Nana was the queen carrier of Hinamizawa Syndrome, and if these murders continued, and she were killed, Hinamizawa would be doomed forever…
Even one year later, the murders continued, but as of two weeks before the Watangashi Festival of 2009, a dead silence act was pulled and no murders were commited.
Everyone is scared half to death, and the symptoms of Hinamizawa have been rising because of it, though, the festivities of the Watangashi Festival are still scheduled to happen regardless of these gruesome murders.
Hiding behind a wall, breathing as silently as she could, Nana Furuude watched out for others who could be after her. Clutching her gun in hand, she slowly peaked looking to see if the coast was clear.
Then, she made a run for it, keeping her target glass at eye level looking to see if anybody suspicious passed her sight.
She felt a quick shot of pressure in her thigh and fell over.
“D-DAMMIT!” She shouted, as she hit the ground, inspecting her leg, red liquid staining her school dress.
Back in the Irie clinic, despite the owners being dead, the new employees were doing a fine job of keeping the place up and running, and they were good at what they did.
Including the new head, Szayel Aporro Grantz.
He was still young, though, his past was as dark as any resident in Hinamizawa, having murdered his own brother after they had arrived home from college to find their parents and infant sister dead.
He was able to defeat the ghost of his past, though, and live a normal life, without facing those traumatic memories again.
The pink haired man sat at his desk, carefully dropping one liquid into another. He did so, so carefully and then set the test tube down, to watch the results of his experiment. He rolled over, in his chair, to a separate table, rolling up his sleeve, and tying a band, right above the crease of his elbow, and grabbed a needle.
Setting his items back at his desk, he poured one of the liquids into the syringe, and focused on his arm, placing the tip of the needle to his vein, preparing to do his deed.
The scientist sighed, and set the syringe down, pressing his white glasses further onto the bridge of his nose, he turned and looked at the young woman who called his name.
“You’re doing this again?” She asked, folding her arms, cocking her head to the side again.
Szayel Aporro smiled, and walked over to the young woman, “Cirucci, dearest… I’m doing this for all of us.” He said, placing his hands over her enlarged stomach. He focused his ember eyes on her large purple ones, smirking a bit wider. “She doesn’t have to be born with this horrible disease… I can fix this, I can.”
“Szayel…” The purple haired woman sighed.
“Cirucci. Don’t you trust me? …I am a scientist, after all.”
“…I do… I’m sorry.”
And with that, he sat back at his desk, injecting the liquid into his veins, causing Cirucci and even himself to cringe the slightest bit.
With a bit of trouble, Nana was able to get herself back onto her feet. The sun blasted down on her, causing her breathing to get a bit heavier. The small blue haired girl then darted towards the others.
“TAKE THIS! HAHA!” She cocked her gun, firing a couple of times at her targets.
She smiled, feeling the wind collide with her face. For the first time in a year, she actually felt like she was having fun.
Her friends had desperately tried to lift her spirits, make her smile like she used to.
She didn’t let the red stain on her dress bother her, it was just paint, it would wash off. Today was just a day for fun, and nothing could ruin it.
Nana waved around her hands, signaling for a time out and to have her friends gather around her.
She lowered gun to her side, and looked around at her comrades.
“Okay guys. Since our old class president transferred… We will need a new one, right?” She said, smirking at her friends.
Nobody was exactly sure what happened to the former class president. Only that he and his family disappeared around three weeks ago. It scared a lot of the students, but he probably had it coming. He wasn’t the nicest boy, and he needed a lesson to be taught.
The students got over his disappearance quickly, though.
“Last one standing… gets to be class president!”
She took a few steps back, cocking her gun.
“5…. 4…. 3…. 2…. 1. GO!”
And they were off.
And so, the summer of the Watangashi Festival 2009 had begun.