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  KOR Revenge Road
        or KOR
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     or Kimagure Orange REVENGE

A possible interpretation by Robert Kwong
Started  Oct  6, 1995
Finished Nov 28, 1995
ver 1.75

Dedicated to my English 1A teachers in college who introduced me to
the horror genre. Thanks Curtis and Mary!

based loosely from ideas from rec.arts.anime newsgroup

Disclaimer:As stated earlier, this story contains descriptions of bloody,
senseless violence. If you don't have the stomach for it or are peevish
about such matters, then don't read it! You have been forewarned!

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9:00
I thought I was in for a quiet night until I switched on the TV and saw my
own life flash before my eyes!

Welcome to the 11 oclock News.  News Update just in! Just hours after the
discovery of the double homicide at the Ayukawa Mansion, the police have
detained a suspect. The two slain bodies have not been identified yet, but
sources speculate that it is the bodies of Ayukawa Madoka and Kasuga
Kyosuke.  The female figure was shot fatally in the head while the male body
was stabbed several times in the torso and lower body.  We now switch to a
live shot of the suspect being brought in for questioning.  Sources indicate
the suspect is female, in her early twenties, and very attractive. She was
stopped as she was about to board a plane heading back for New York.

[Scene showing crowd gathering around police station as Hikaru Hiyami is led
inside.]

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Hikaru couldn't have killed us! This
couldn't be possibly be happening. How could I be dead when I'm still here?
And why was it 11 oclock?  It was suppose to be 9pm only.  I better go jump
to the police station to find out what's going on...

(Flash of light)
Just after that, at the door of the Ayukawa Mansion,...
[KNOCK..., Knock..., knock...]

I transported myself to the interrogation room where they were grilling
Hikaru. Inside was three tough looking interrogators looking for blood (no
pun intended). They took their turns breaking her down, barage after barage.

"Come on lady. Don't give me that innocent goody goody look. We are know
you're the killer! Spill your guts and admit it.  We've got the goods on you.
Now look! We found the gym bag with the bloody aerobic clothes you've
stashed in the airport locker.  We have footage of airport surveillance and
camers showing you putting the bag in the locker. And it would be relatively
easy to match your fingerprints to those found on the evidence."

"Yeah. You're only making it harder on yourself.  Who knows? If you confess,
you might get life in prison rather than the death penalty. It'll be to your
own benefit."

"Either way, you're as good as gone. But what I'm curious about is why did you
do it?"

"Yeah, we have sworn statements from relatives of the family and friends of
the slain victims detailing your close, tight-knit relationship with the
deceased couple. It just doesn't make sense."

[shot of Hikaru, with flood light shined directly into her haggard, worn out,
wrinkled up, droopy eyed face. Head tilted sideways supported by her left
hand.] (Basically looks like 1 of the people in the anti-smoking commercials)

(Hikaru, laughing sardonically, with the look of a condemened person waiting
to be shot by a firing squad.)
[low, deep, wicked voice]
"Of course it makes sense," she purrs. " Perfect sense."

"What are you talking about lady?  Are you nuts?"

"She probably wants us to believe she's crazy so she'll plead insanity."

"WILL YOU ALL JUST SHUT UP! I'VE BEEN HERE FOR THREE HOURS AND I'VE HAD IT
UP TO HERE WITH YOUR SHITTY TALK.  If you don't stop, I might change my mind
about my confession."

(Glares at them and the 3 investigators looked flabergasted and shocked at
her outburst.)

(psychotic killer voice)
"Gooood. Here goes.  You may turn on the recorder if you like."

"Jimmy! Load up the tape.  NOW!"

(narrative voice)

The whole affair was precipitated by events which occured three years ago.
Me and Kasuga -- we were a thing. High school sweethearts. But that bitch,
that backstabber, my best friend, ... she had to take him away from me. I
couldn't believe she would do this to me. I tried everything in my power to
win him back. I called his house daily, passed messages to his sisters to
give to him, and even sent him homebaked cookies and sweets at his dorm.
But he coldly refused my advances.  As a last ditch effort, I confronted
him, on that bridge, imploring him not to let me go.  But he had already
made up his mind.  He pushed me off, tossed me aside, like a piece of trash.
It was then I knew it was over between us.
    After that encounter, I couldn't bear to face them again. I
thought I could run away from my heartbreak. First I moved to Hokkaido.
But that wasn't enought.  They still felt too near. So, I moved to New
York to pursue my dreams as a dancer.  But even being half-around the
world didn't isolate me from the pain I felt. Consequently, I failed at
everything I tried during those tormenting three years. I had scores of
other men in my life: some good, some bad.  The sex wasn't bad, but there
was no intimacy.  It felt dirty, and I felt used. I knew I had to get
outta this hellhole fast.
    I had one last shot.  My friend told me of a promising play
opening up in Tokyo, where auditions were being held for dancers.  I saw
it as my last chance at stardom.  I scraped together all the money I had
just to pay for the ticket and hotel accomdations. I was all set.  I
going to "go for broke."
    I wasn't sure what to do when my plane landed in Narita. My
audition wasn't until later in the afternoon. So I decided to go back to a
place very dear to me: the Green Castle Apartments where my Darling
resided. I often went over to his place to talk to his sisters or be with
him.  Little did I know that I would bump right into  him!
    He was the same Kyosuke I remembered.  He looked like he just stepped
right out of the past.  How little he changed and how much I did. Despite
our bitter breakup , we were pleasant to each other. In fact, I'd enjoyed
the conversation we were having, until stupid Sugizawa called and ruined
everything.  I could also sense something wrong with Kyosuke. Like a
rift between him and Madoka. And the perfect opportunity for me to come
back into his life. So it was not a total lost -- I would have my chance
at him later.
    I went through the usual jitters during my audition, but I felt I
did quite well.  I danced like I've never danced before.  I felt I'd
impressed the socks off the judges.  That had to give me the part,
whether they liked it or not. And it was no small part I was going for,
no siree! It was a major part which would be a stepping stone to my
success as a star!
    I felt good after my audition. I knew what my next move would be.
To see if I could muster up one last fling with Darling.  I went over to the
area where he always seem to be counting steps. Just as I expected, there he
was, wandering aimlessly along those steps counting.  Always counting those
GOD-DAMN STEPS! What was it with those steps anyway? Afraid he was going to
trip on one of them? Anyhow, this was where I made my move. We went over to
the hotel where I was staying and had dinner.  I displayed my social
ettiquette, ordering some fancy wine and acting very sophisticated.  I could
tell he was impressed with me. I wanted to know how bad the rift was between
he and Madoka, so I questioned why he was hiding out from her, feining to be
missing in Bosnia. I pretended to be sympathetic to his situation, coddling
him.  We drank and laughed all night long. We then went back to my hotel
room.
    I excused myself into the bathroom to put on a little special
something for Kasuga to get him into the mood.  I wanted to seduce him
that night, so he would be mine forever. Once we were joined together, no
one could ever come between us.
    But when I came out, he was out cold, drunk, fast asleep on my
bed. He was in no condition for any action that night. So I took a shower
and slept beside him. Lying beside him all night would be  my consolation
prize.
    The next day would proved to be the most terrible day of my life.
First, my Darling left my room, without incident, and without me having a
chance to get at him. Next, I got a call from Hayakawa telling me I didn't
get the part.  He offered to find another spot for him, but I told him off;
I was star material! I was not going to accept no two-bit replacement part.
Last, at the airport terminal, my flight was delayed because the real
Kyosuke had come back safely aboard a UN jet and into the loving arms of my
rival Madoka. It was sickening as I watched the whole event from above the
escalator.
    I went into the bathroom and cried my eyes out. The whole affair
had been an elaborate hoax! The two of them probably planned the whole
thing just to get back at me. I was devastated, crushed out of any hope.
I had nothing to live for. But if I wasn't ever going to be happy again,
then I would make sure that they wouldn't be alive to enjoy their happiness.
    Yes, I plotted to have them killed. It was the only way I would
be rid of them once and for all. One thing I did learn in America is to
never bottle-up your feelings inside. You should let it out, so you're
feel better. Another thing I learned was that the only way to ever solve
your problems was through violence. So killing the two lovebirds would
finally alleviate the pain I had been carrying for years. Like killing
two birds with one stone. (Evil laugh emanating from Hikaru)
    I figured they were planning a romantic evening alone, so I made
preparations for the dirty deed. I assembled a concealed gun I was hiding in
my suitcase. It was a gift from my Italian boyfriend and very handy,
especially if you live on the streets of NY. I bought and prepared a ginsu
knife from one of the local shops for the "special" occasion. I then
proceeded to the mansion and hid out back in the bushes.
    I peered through the window, observing their whole evening together.
It was sickening, hearing them laughing and having a great time. They drank,
danced, and later screwed around in the living room.  But I smiled, knowing
the fate that awaited them. Let their joyful time together be their "last
meal."
    It was around midnight when I made my move. The two of them were
in bed upstairs.  I rang the doorbell and hid myself, to the left of the
doorway. Madoka  opened it and looked around. As she turned her head into
my direction, I whipped out my gun and shot her, right between the eyes.
She collapsed to the ground and died instantly. Darling, upon hearing the
shot, came rushing down to investigate, yelling Madoka's name. It was in
vain. As he saw her motionless, bloodied body lying on the pavement, he
was overcome with remorse. He put his hands to his face, sobbed, and bent
over her cold dead body. That would be his final  mistake.
    It was the "opportunity" I was waiting for. I sunk the ginsu
right through the base of his neck and yanked it out. He had that
terrified look cemented to his face. But I wasn't done yet. I wanted
revenge and I wanted more. He was still alive, but barely; I had only
ruptured his vocal chords, sending his brain into psychosis. He couldn't
think at all; just feel-- all the pain I was about to inflict on him. I
proceeded to count down a list of all my past grievances. With the
mention of each instance, I slashed a different part of his body. When I
was through, he was in shreds, suffering gloriously to the end.

"I'm still confused; Why did you choose a different method to murder your
victims by?"

Oh,... you mean like this (mimics gun-shooting motion) BANG! ? Just a
pecuiliar quirk of mine. Despite hating Madoka for stealing my boyfriend,
she still had been my best friend since we were small. To "repay" her, I
decided that she didn't have to suffer as much. She still had to die for
crossing me, but I didn't want her to bear the agony and pain of a slow death.
So I made it short and sweet. Even Amy Fischer couldn't have done it
better. Boy, was she one sassy bitch!

"And for the deceased male victim, did you based it upon the movie 'Fatal
Attraction'?"

How did you guess? Now you're catching on. That was justice, Hikaru style!
Kasuga -- he was the one who caused me to turn into this psychopath. And to
think I use to be a nice, cute, sweet, adorable, innocent little girl. (Evil
cackle) But no more! All's that changed. Thank you Kyosuke, thank
you New York, thank you world for turning me into the person I now am. I'm
fed up and I'm not going to take it anymore! I want to hack and hack like I
did to Sempai like this! And this!

(mimics Psycho's Norman Bates slashing motion; She just have gone off the
deep end and is in hysterics! It takes several men at the table to
restrain her and subdue her.  All the while, we still hear Hikaru yelling
venomously : HACK! HACK! HACK!!!!)

(scREAM!)

"Kasuga. What's happening to you? Wake up! You're having a nightmare!"

"What? Where am I?" I shook my head to get my bearings straight.
"Awww! I have this terrible headache!"

"You must have had a nasty dream tonight. Probably flashbacks from the
Balkan experience. It'll be all right. Let me massage that for you."

(Ding Dong!)

"Hmmm. Midnight. I wonder who could that be at this time of night. You
stay put while I go take a look"

(Halfway down the stairs...)

"Midnight? Oh no! Madoka! StOP! NOOOOooooooo!

*BANG!*
[FINI]