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Bakemonogatari
Hitagi Crab
By Nisio Isin
Illustrations by Vofan
Translation by Baptiste Tell and the Baka-tsuki team.
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It could be very well said that Hitagi Senjougahara was an embodiment
of the ill girl trope it seemed only a matter of course that she never
participated in physical education, and even during morning assembly
or other gatherings she would always sit by herself under the shade as
a result of her anemia. We were in the same class in our first, second,
and now third years but I had yet to see her try to even run. She was
a regular at the nurses oce, and because of her frequent visits to
the family doctor, she would unvaryingly either come to class late,
leave school early, or not appear at all. The frequency of her absences
reached the point where people teased that the hospital was her house
and she was simply playing truant.
Nonetheless, even if she was sickly, the impression she left one with
was not insubstantial. Slender in the likeness of fine thread, as if she
would break just with the slightest touch, ephemeral possibly for
those reasons some of the boys would murmur, half in seriousness,
half in jest, that she was a sheltered heiress of a wealthy family. To be
fair, it was plausible. Even I thought that type of role suited her well.
Senjougahara was always sitting in a corner of the room, by herself,
reading a book. There were times when she would be reading an
impenetrable looking hardcover tome; and there were times when she
would be reading a comic book with a cover that looked like reading
the contents of said comic book would lower ones intelligence.
It appeared she had a take-it-as they-come approach in her choice
of reading material. Perhaps she would read anything as long as it
contained words, or perhaps she did pick her books with some distinct
criteria...
All the same, it would seem that she was decidedly intelligent for she
was near the top of our class. After every test on the rankings board, the
name Hitagi Senjougahara would without question appear in the top
ten ranks. And that is, for every, single subject. To compare her with me,
who failed everything besides mathematics, would be presumptuous
to say the least. Undoubtedly, our brains were constructed dierently
at birth.
From what I saw, she did not have friends. Not one. Up until now, I had
also yet to see her converse with anybody. If one were to have a keen
eye for details, it might have been that Senjougahara who was always
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reading some book and from that very act of reading had erected
a wall around herself that forbade anyone to start conversation with
her. I, myself, had sat next to her for a little over two years, but I could
say with conviction that we had never exchanged a single set of words.
Now that I think of it, whenever she was called on by the teacher she
would always mechanically reply with a faint I do not know, and
really, only in this regard she was the same as me. (But, whether she
did in fact know the answer or not, she would only reply with I do
not know.)
This thing called school is a curious institution, where it would be the
norm for people without friends to gather with other people without
friends to form together a kind of community (or perhaps one could
call it a colony of sorts), (and also, truth be told, I was like this up
until last year), but it seemed that Senj ougahara was also an exception
to this rule. Of course, having now said that, it was not as if she was
being bullied. As far as I could see, she was neither persecuted nor
shunned in any sense of those two words. Only, it had since become
a matter of course that Senjougahara would be in the corner of the
classroom, reading her books, with the wall she had built surrounding
her. Her presence in that little corner became natural. And for her to
be anywhere else was not. Like that.
But, whatever the case was, it hardly mattered. Because, if I were to
look at my three years of high school life on the whole, counting two
hundred people per school year and starting from my first year until
graduation, including all my juniors, seniors, classmates, and teachers
added up to around a thousand people with whom I shared the same
space; and if I were to start thinking about just how many of those one
thousand people could be considered to have had any significance in
my life, for anyone, the answer would be despairing.
Only by some strange fortune I ended up in the same class as a certain
other for three years consecutively, and although not a single word had
been exchanged between the us, I did not think that it was the least bit
lonely. That is, in other words, it was something that just was, and later
it would become nothing but another memory. In one more year, after
I graduated, what I would be doing I do not know, but that is beside
the point I certainly would not be thinking of Senjougahara, and I
probably could not remember what she looked like if I tried.
That would be fine by me. And it should be fine with Senjougahara
as well. And not just Senjougahara, but everyone at school should be
the same. It would be fundamentally erroneous to think such a thing
deserved any melancholy.
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Senjougahara? Hanekawa tilted her head in response to my question.
What about Senjougahara?
Well, not about her per se...
I went about my words vaguely.
I was just wondering...
Hm.
You know, look at her name. Hitagi Senjougahara. Isnt it kind of
weird? Interesting?
Senjougahara. Isnt that a toponym?
Umm... Thats not what I meant. Im talking more about her first
name.
Her first name? Then Hitagi? Is it really that weird? If I remember
correctly, wasnt hitagi a Japanese civil engineering term? So she
explained.
Jeez, you really do know everything.
I dont know everything. I just happened to know this. Hanekawa did
not seem entirely satisfied with my answer. But instead of pressing
me further, she simply said, Im surprised. You taking an interest in
someone else. I told her that she was reading too much into it.
Tsubasa Hanekawa.
She was our class representative. And that was to say, she possessed
the quintessence of what a class rep ought to be a bespectacled
figure with hair impeccably braided, well-ordered and well mannered,
and terrifyingly earnest with the good will of all the teachers behind
her, who was an existence, an endangered breed, nowadays only to
be found in the clichs of anime and manga. She had been class
representative all of her life, was one even now, and after she graduated
she would somehow or other continue to be one, or at least the air
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she let on would made anyone assume so. In short, she was the class
representative of class representatives. To the extent that even some
people would swear by it that she was the class rep chosen by God
himself. (Actually, just me.)
We were in dierent classes our first and second years and now we have
ended up in the same class. Although, I had heard of her even before
this. Naturally, if Hitagi Senjougaharas grades were near the top, then
Tsubasa Hanekawas grades would be at the top. To attain five or six full
marks in six subjects would seem like fraud but she achieved such feats
with ease; indeed, even now I could still remember it was during
finals of the first semester of my second year when Hanekawa like
an intellectual monster had managed to ace wholly and completely
everything from physical education to art class; the only thing she had
missed was a fill-in-the-blank question in Japanese history. She was
famous enough that even if I did not want to know about her, I would
have heard of her soon enough.
But then...
It might be in poor taste for me to say this, well, actually this was
probably a good thing but at any rate, I found it endlessly vexing,
Hanekawa was the type of person who genuinely looked out for other
people, a real upstanding individual. And it would be absolutely in
poor taste for me to say this, but she was also stupidly pigheaded.
She was excessively serious and not infrequently once an idea was
inside her head she would cling onto it until kingdom come. We had
ourselves a little incident during spring break and that was long over
with, but once the new term began the minute she knew we were in
the same class she declared to me: Koyomi Araragi I will change you
for the better.
It would be hard to classify me as a juvenile delinquent nor was I a
problem child, so for me who saw myself more as a classroom ornament
than anything her declaration came like a bolt from the blue, and no
matter how much I tried to persuade her otherwise, her misguided
intent had already taken root and knew no cessation with a Thats
it! Ill make it happen! I was appointed assistant class representative,
and so here we were now, the eighth of May after school, with just
her and I left in the classroom polishing up our plans for the culture
festival that was to take place in mid-June.
Even with the culture festival coming up, were already seniors.
Theres not much we can do anyway, plus studying for exams is more
important, said Hanekawa. As one might have expected, studying took
precedence even over the culture festival for the class representative of
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class representatives.
Since itd waste loads of time trying to figure out the classs opinion
from a general questionnaire, how about we narrow done the choices
ourselves and then have the class vote from those?
Why the hell not. Sounds pretty democratic to me.
Youre always so snide about these things, Araragi. Do you always
have to be such a smartass.
I am not being a smartass or anything. Also, stop randomly laying into
people for no reason.
For reference, what did your class last year and the year before that do
for the culture festival?
A haunted house, and a caf.
Thats pretty standard. Too standard. Average even.
Well, yeah.
Probably, even reaching the lowest scale of mediocrity.
Can you not go that far please?
Ha ha ha.
Generally though, wouldnt something standard be better overall for
this? Since we gotta make this thing fun for not just for the guests
but for our class as well? ...Come to think of it, Senjougahara didnt
participate last year, or the year before that. But it was not just the
culture festival, Senjougahara has never participated in anything
outside of normal classes, anything that could be considered an social
function. It went without saying that she never joined in on field
day, but she never went on field trips or class outings either. It was
the doctor prohibiting anything involving heavy physical activity or
something or other.
But if one were to examine the facts of the matter, her case was
suciently suspicious. There was nothing strange with prohibiting
hard exercise, but in her situation to not allow anything resembling
exercise at all would be an unnaturally excessive unless, unless of
course that was not some misperception on my part. That Senjougahara
did indeed not possess weight. Then, yes, she would need to with the
utmost eort avoid times outside of normal classes, like phys ed, where
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imagining her acting like that was nigh impossible from the way she
was now.
Thats why I heard so much stu about her.
Stu like what?
That she was approachable by anyone, that she was so nice that you
wouldnt believe it, stu like she was an extremely hard worker. Also
apparently, her dad was a big-wig at a large corporation, she lived in a
giant mansion, so she was really rich, but she was completely down-toearth about it. She was above the rest of us, but she aimed even higher,
stu like that.
Damn, sounds like a superwoman. On that point, one ought to take
these things with a grain of salt. Rumors are only rumors after all.
That was in middle school at least anyway.
...I see.
After she came here, her health broke down, or something like that.
Thats what I heard. Even so because, to tell you the truth, when
we got to be in the same class this year, I was shocked. No matter what
happened, she never shouldve been the kind of person to fence herself
o in the corner like that. But thats just my own impression of her
anyway, said Hanekawa.
Certainly it was just her own impression. People change. The person
that one was in middle school would not be the same person in high
school. I undoubtedly was not, and neither was Hanekawa. Even
Senjougahara should not have been an exception. Even Senjougahara
probably had her own problems to deal with, and maybe it in fact was
only her health failing. Perhaps just because of that, she lost her bright
disposition; perhaps she did just lose all of her vitality. Anyone would
become timid if one completely lost ones health. All the more so if
one was originally so full of vigor. Therefore, such a conjecture should
surely be correct. Or so I would have said if I had not caught her this
morning.
But I know I really shouldnt say this about her.
What?
Right now, compared with before, she is just so much more beautiful,
you know.
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Like her existence is so... fleeting.
Her words reduced me to silence. A fleeting existence, her presence a
void, as if she was a ghost?
Hitagi Senjougahara a girl in poor health a girl without weight
rumors are... only rumors the urban legends gossip the rumormill with a grain of salt... right.
Oh crap, I just remembered.
Hm?
I got a call from Oshino.
From Mr. Oshino? What for?
He was asking well, to help him with work.
Ah... huh. Hanekawa showed a doubtful expression. It was probably
due to the sudden change in topic, or more precisely, my conspicuous
attempt in concluding the conversation which spurred her suspicions.
No doubt, using the questionable excuse of having to help with
Oshinos work only provoked her skepticism further. This was why I
disliked associating with people who were so perceptive. Given that
she could guess fully well what I was thinking.
I stood up and forced on the conversation.
So there you have it, I gotta go now. Hanekawa, can I leave the rest
to you?
Sure, as long as you promise to make it up later. Theres nothing too
important left to do, so Ill let you o for today. Id feel bad for making
Mr. Oshino wait too. So said Hanekawa even though she still had
her misgivings. It seemed using Oshinos name had an eect on her.
Oshino could be considered as a benefactor for both Hanekawa and
I, so for her to show ingratitude in such a way was unthinkable. Of
course, I had considered that beforehand, but it was not a complete
lie either.
Then, Ill finish deciding on the list of programs to vote for, and just
in case Ill have you look it over later then?
Yeah. Ill leave it to you.
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I closed the door from behind me and took one step forward before a
voice over my shoulder stopped me.
What were you two talking about?
I turned. I had not yet ascertained whom the voice belonged to
it was a voice I was unfamiliar with. But, it was a voice I had heard
before. No, I knew this voice it was the same as the faint, mechanical
I dont know she used during class whenever the teacher called on
her whether she knew the answer or
Do not move.
With those words I confirmed the other party to be Hitagi Senj
ougahara. And in that instant even before I had fully turned around
I also realized she had completely placed the blade of a box-cutter
inside my mouth. Her aim was as precise as a surgeons, like a tailor
passing a string of thread through the thin gap between my lips. The
piece of metal touched the flesh on the left side of the inside of my
mouth just so slightly.
I swallowed back whatever sounds were at the back of my throat.
Oh dear. My mistake. You can move, however, it would be very
dangerous if you did, would be more correct, would you not say?
She gave me absolutely no leeway to budge but her actions were not
at the point of violence. The blade stuck to my flesh with just enough
force to for me to feel it there, but not enough to make an incision. I
could only stand there stock-still like an idiot with his mouth gaping
wide open and do exactly as she had warned.
My blood ran cold.
But it was not the fault of the knife in my mouth. I was scared of her.
Senjougahara, motionless without the slightest quiver in her grip,
stared at me with a gaze of ice. I never would have imagined the menace
in her leer just a few moments ago. Her eyes convinced me, convinced
me of the fact that although she had not cut, the metal up against the
insides of my left cheek was not the spine but unquestionably the edge
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of the blade.
Curiosity is so much like a cockroach, it enjoys only stumbling
upon secrets that ought to stay hidden. Really. You are so damnably
annoying, you filthy insect.
...W-wait...
Yes? Is your right cheek feeling a bit lonely? You ought to have told
me. Senjougahara who had been holding the box cutter with her
right hand then raised her left. Her movement was swift, enough to
make me think she was to smack me as I tried to brace myself, resisting
the urge to clench my jaw. But it did not come. Instead in her left
hand she held a stapler and by the time I registered that fact she had
already inserted it inside my mouth. Of course, she had not inserted
in the entire thing, on the contrary that would have been better as
it happened she had interposed the vertical flesh of my right cheek
between the arm and base of the stapler. And, she tightened her grip
ever so slowly, like she was preparing clamp down.
...Oo-oo... My mouth had a full house; it was the bigger base end,
in other words, the side loaded with staplers that had been inserted
inside. Obviously, words would not come out properly. With just the
blade in my mouth I could at the very least speak, but now I do not
even want to try. I do not want to think about it either.
It seemed she had planned it all out first she took advantage of the
small gap of my mouth with the box-cutters thin blade and had me
open up wide, then came the outsize stapler to thoroughly stu my
oral insides; a terrifyingly masterful performance if I do say myself.
Damn it all! The last time I had my mouth packed so full was in sixth
grade middle school, when I was at the dentist having a cavity filled
for one of my permanent teeth. From then on, in order to never need
to go through with that again I brushed my teeth every morning, every
night, after every meal and I even went out of my way to chew xylitol
gum, and now to think I would be in this situation... What a terrific
way to go.
And so, in a blink of an eye, I was trapped. It felt as if the hallway of my
perfectly ordinary high school had turned into a bizarre fantasy; the
fact that Hanekawa was just on the other side of the wall deliberating
our classs booth choices for the culture festival felt almost surreal.
Hanekawa.
You know her last name literally means battlefield, but shes really the
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opposite of rebellious.
This was good way beyond rebellious. No, it was reasonably arguable
her name was literally a perfect match for her. That Hanekawa had
made an unexpectedly poor judgment of character might have been
an understatement.
You have asked Hanekawa about my middle school life, was Mr.
Hoshina our homeroom teacher to be next? Or perhaps you would
have jumped straight to Miss Harukami the nurse?
Reply, impossible. I was not certain exactly what she expected
of me as she let out a deep, exaggerated sigh as if expressing some
disappointment.
I was careless. Despite having attended so much care whenever I was
walking up the stairs we have now arrived at the present state of aairs.
It is like the oft told Japanese parable of a monk who preached for one
hundred nights but one little fart annulled all his eorts. Truly, a good
name is sooner lost than won, do you not agree?
Here was a young girl yet in her sweet, tender teens using the word
fart in her monologue. I thought of myself as a gentleman for silently
objecting against her choice in words.
Who could have possibly imagined that a banana peel would have
been dropped there of all places?
It would appear that, at this very moment, my life was in the hands of
a woman who slipped on a banana peel. Wait, how did a banana peel
end up at the top of the school staircase, again?
You noticed, did you not? Senjougahara asked me. The menace in
her eyes was still there. I will be damned if she ever was some sheltered
heiress.
Your suspicion is correct. I possess no weight.
So it was not my imagination.
But, to say that I possess no weight at all would be incorrect. According
to my stature and physique, it seems my mass should be little over
forty-five kilograms. Then, she should be slightly over fifty kilograms;
one-hundred-ten pounds.
I felt my left cheek stretch out, my right cheek clenched.
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Shit.
Do not think I will pardon your depraved imagination. You just
imagined me nude.
She was utterly in the wrong, but her senses were sharp to a certain
degree at least.
I should be little over forty-five kilograms, Senjougahara reasserted.
She was adamant of that statement. However, my actual mass is five
kilograms.
Five kilograms. Eleven pounds. The weight was no dierent than that
of a new born baby. If one were to call to mind the feeling of a five
kilogram dumbbell it could hardly be called non-existent; however,
in this case, it was only a matter of density if that mass were to be
spread throughout the entire volume of an adult human being then
the feeling of that weight might in reality be nothing. To catch that
weight, would also be simple.
Well, if one wanted to be accurate, the numbers on the scales show
my mass to be five kilograms but I do not feel it. Even now, it feels
exactly the same as I did when I was little over forty-five kilograms.
Was it due to gravity exerting only a limited influence on her? If one
were to consider not just mass but volume as well the relative density
of water is one, the human body is mostly composed of water, therefore
under such conditions the relative density of the human body, and the
density, would be approximately one. By rough arithmetic, the average
density of Senjougaharas body would then be about one-tenth of that.
Consequently, she should then currently be suering from osteoporosis
due to lack of bone density. Not just that, her internal organs, brain
included, should not be functioning properly.
Hence, my hypothesis was wrong. It was not a problem of quantitative
analysis.
I know what you are thinking about.
Really?
You have been staring at my chest this entire time. Disgusting.
No. No. No. I was not!
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It all happened during spring break.
I was attacked by a vampire.
In a time with mobile phones and cars, and when it was normal to
travel overseas for a school trip... Its rather embarrassing to say this,
but I was attacked by a vampire.
She was a breathtaking beauty.
A beautiful monster.
A very beautiful monster.
Its usually hidden under the collar of my school jacket, but on the
nape of my neck, her bite marks remain. Before it gets warm, Im
thinking of letting my hair grow to cover it up, but more importantly
- there are probably lots of stories where when one is attacked by a
vampire, people like vampire hunters, specialists in killing vampires,
or a special division of the Christian Church, or a group of vampires
who hunt their own kind will appear to save you- but, in my case, I was
saved by a passing stranger.
Because of that, I was able to return to being a human being Im
fine with sunlight, crosses and garlic but there were side-eects; my
physical abilities had improved. Though I say that, I dont mean my
physical abilities, but my metabolism has increased; my ability to heal
myself. I dont know what would have happened if my cheek had been
ripped apart by that cutter-knife, but it takes less than thirty seconds
to heal the wound made by the staple. Compared to other living
creatures, thats pretty fast.
Oshino Oshino-san?
Thats right. Oshino Meme.
Oshino Meme, you say it certainly sounds like a moe name.
Dont get your expectations too high. Hes a thirty-plus year old man.
I see. But he must have been a moe character when he was young.
Dont judge real people like that. More importantly, you understand
what moe and character are?
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have friends.
Dont say that so casually.
Whats wrong? Since it is for sanitary purposes, theres nothing to be
embarrassed about. Hiding it would be more disgusting, dont you
think?
I think hiding it is also rather problematic.
Well, its up to the individual.
Its not my place to comment on it.
More importantly, what had caught my attention was the way she had
dismissed her lack of friends.
Oh, that reminds me.
Not that I really cared about it, but the previous issue about skirts had
brought to my attention the fact that Senjougahara was a girl after all
and wouldnt want to dirty her clothes. Because of that, I made some
eort to search for a bigger entrance and upon reaching it, I turned
to her.
Ill hold your stationery.
What?
Ill hold them for you, so take them out.
What did you say?
She looked as if I had made an unreasonable request to her. As if there
was something wrong with my head.
Though Oshino is kind of a weird guy, hes my saviour.
Besides.
Hes also Hanekawas saviour.
I wont let him meet someone dangerous, so Ill hold onto your
stationery.
I didnt expect you to say that after wed arrived. Senjougahara glared
at me. You tricked me, didnt you?
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Even though I was intending to try out all sorts of things. How
disappointing.
Seems like you had made all sorts of weird plans without informing
me
How insulting. I had only planned to ___ to ___ you, thats all.
Whats ___!?
I just wanted to try out this and that.
Explain the italicized parts!
Oshino was usually on the fourth floor.
There was an elevator, but as expected, it wasnt working. Therefore,
the only options were to break into the ceiling of the elevator and
follow the wires to the fourth floor, or to take the stairs. No matter
how one thought about it, the second option was better.
Holding Senjougaharas hand, we climbed the stairs.
Araragi-kun. I have one last thing to say.
What is it?
Though I may look like this, under my clothes, my body is
unexpectedly not worth the jail time.
...
Senjougahara Hitagi seems to be quite suspicious of me.
Cant you understand a roundabout expression? Then Ill say it
directly. If you reveal your base nature and decide to strip yourself and
try to rape me, no matter what happens, Ill definitely get my revenge
on you like they do in BL.
...
She has zero prudence and no sense of shame.
What a terrifying person.
It seems to me, not just from what you say, but from a general point
of view, you seem to be overly self-conscious, as if you think of yourself
as a victim?
How unpleasant. There are things you can say and things you cant?
Youre fully aware of that!?
Still, that Oshino person of yours sure lives in a rundown building,
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doesnt he?
Ah... Hes quite an eccentric person.
I still find it dicult to answer Senjougaharas questions.
Shouldnt we have contacted him beforehand- though its a bit late
saying that now- since were the ones asking him for a favor?
Its surprising to hear something like common sense from you, but
unfortunately, he doesnt have a mobile phone.
It seems like hes not one to reveal his true character. He sounds rather
dubious. What does he do for a living?
I dont really know the details, but hes an expert in situations like
ours.
Hmm.
Though my explanation wasnt much of an explanation, Senjougahara
did not press the issue. She may be thinking that shed be meeting him
anyway, that there wouldnt be any point in asking. Both seemed to be
the correct interpretation.
Ah, Araragi-kun, youre wearing your watch on your right wrist, arent
you?
Hmm? Ah, yeah.
Are you warped?
Cant you just ask if Im left-handed!
I see. So, are you?
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Is she sane?
Sen-jou-ga-ha-ra-sa-ma. Long, drawn-out, and sarcastic.
I dont like the way you pronounced that. Say it properly.
Senjougahara-chan.
She jabbed her fingers into my eyes.
Ill go blind!
Thats because you were rude.
Whats with that equivalent exchange!?
My abusive words are filled with forty grams of copper, twenty five
grams of zinc, fifteen grams of nickel, five grams of embarrassment
and ninety seven kilograms of spite.
Thats mostly spite, isnt it!
By the way, the bit about embarrassment was a joke.
You just took out the most important ingredient!
You sure are noisy. If you dont keep it down, Im going to give you the
nickname menstrual pain.
That sounds like a suicide monster!
Whats your problem? Its just as the word suggests, so theres nothing
to be embarrassed about.
That and being spiteful are dierent issues!
Senjougahara seemed satisfied with that and turned to face Oshino.
Id like to inquire about something. Rather than just Oshino, her
tone of voice suggested that she was addressing both Oshino and me,
as she pointed to the corner of the classroom.
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In that corner, there was a young girl young enough that she wouldnt
have entered high school yet - hugging her knees. She looked about
eight years old, wearing an old pilot helmet and goggles, with white
skin and blonde hair, hugging her knees in the corner.
What on earth is that child?
What, rather than who, she asks, which meant that Senjougahara
was perceptive. Anyways, even if it had not been Senjougahara, most
perceptive people would have noticed that there was something
dierent about the girl, especially since she stared at Oshino with an
insecure look.
Ah, you dont have to worry about her, I explained, before Oshino
could say anything.
Shes just sitting there, she wont do anything so itll be fine. She
has neither a shadow nor a shape. A child without a name, without
existence.
Oh, no, no, Araragi-kun, interrupted Oshino. Youre right that
she has neither shadow, shape nor existence, but I gave her a name
yesterday. Since she was pretty useful during Golden Week, and it
would be inconvenient if she doesnt have a name. Also, as long as she
doesnt have a name, shell remain an atrocity.
Hmm a name. What did you name her?
Oshino Shinobu.
Shinobu hmm.
A truly Japanese name.
Though it doesnt really matter in this case.
A heart under a blade. A good name, fitting for her, dont you think?
I gave her my family name. It happens that the Kanji character for
Shinobu is also part of my name. Serving two purposes and having
threefold meaning. Quite a tasteful name, dont you think? I quite like
it myself.
Does it really matter?
More like, it doesnt matter to me.
I considered quite a few, and narrowed it down to Oshino Shinobu
or Oshino Oshino, but I picked the one that sounded better instead of
the one that played with phonetics. I think Ms. Class Representative
would be quite happy with the choice of the Kanji too.
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Its fine.
I really dont care.
Though Oshino is out of the question.
Like I said.
In a tone of voice that suggested that she had had quite enough of this
inscrutable talk, Senjougara asked,
What on earth is that child?
Like I said nothing.
The ruins of a vampire.
The hollow remains of a beautiful monster.
No matter what I said, it couldnt be helped, could it? Anyways, it
wasnt related to Senjougahara, but my own problem. As long as I live,
its a burden that I will have to carry.
Nothing, you say. Fine.
...
What an indierent woman.
My paternal grandmother often said that it doesnt matter if I was
indierent, as long as I was brought up to be wakumashiku, its fine.
Whats wakumashiku? (ie. yakumashiku = insignificant)
She mispronounced it.
Just like pronouncing oosodokkusu(orthodox) as oodosokkusu.
More importantly.
Senjougahara shifted her gaze from the ex-vampire, a girl with white
skin and blonde hair, aka Oshino Shinobu, to Oshino Meme.
I heard that you could help me.
Me? Thats impossible, said Oshino in a joking tone of voice.
Only you can help yourself, ojou-chan.
...
Wow.
Senjougaharas eyes narrowed to half their normal size.
Shes plainly suspicious.
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Till today, there have been five people whod told me those exact
words. They were all conmen. Are you one of them, Oshino-san?
Hahhaa. Ojou-chan, you sure are energetic. Did something good
happen to you?
Why on earth are you using such provocative words? There are those
on whom those words will work, like Hanekawa, but it wont work on
Senjougahara.
Shes the type whod step up to the challenge.
All right, all right.
I reluctantly stepped in to mediate.
I forcefully inserted myself between them.
Dont interrupt. Ill kill you.
...
Right now, this woman, rather casually, talked about killing me.
Why am I always in the line of fire?
Shes like a bomb.
Good god, I dont have the words to describe her.
Well, in any case, said Oshino rather ohandedly, in contrast to the
tense situation.
If you dont tell me about your situation, we wont be able to get
anything done. Im not very good at reading peoples minds. If you
dont talk, I wont be able to get at the heart of the problem. Ill keep
your secret for you, so dont worry.
...
Ah. Well. Ill explain a bit first
Its okay, Araragi-kun.
Senjougahara interrupted me again.
Ill do it myself.
Senjougahara.
I can do it myself, she said.
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Two hours later.
I was at Senjougaharas apartment, leaving Oshino and Shinobu
behind in the abandoned cram school.
Senjougaharas home.
Tamikura-sou, it was called.
A two-story wooden apartment building, built thirty years ago. Tin
mailboxes by the door. A shower and flush toilet included, grudgingly,
in each apartment. One six-mat room with a tiny sink. Twenty
minutes walk to the nearest bus stop. Rent ran from thirty to forty
thousand, depending on the room (including upkeep, utilities, and
neighborhood association fees.)
Not exactly what Hanekawa had led me to believe.
It must have shown on my face. Without me even asking, Senjougahara
said, flatly, My mother joined a cult.
Like that was an excuse.
She was clearly glossing over a lot.
Not only did she hand over all our money to them, she ran up huge
debts donating to them. Your house goeth before a fall.
A cult?
One of those dangerous new age religions.
They all led to the same results.
They finally agreed to divorce at the end of last year. My father got
me, and we live here. At least, I do...but all the debt is in my fathers
name, so hes working night and day to pay it o, and almost never
makes it home. I pretty much live here alone. With all the freedom
that entails.
Sounded great.
But the ocial address on the school rolls is the old one, still.
Hanekawa-san wouldnt have known.
Um...
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Drop it.
Drop it now.
Youre much better o than he was.
Why?
Because gods are everywhere. Theyre everywhere, and nowhere. It
was with you before your present condition arrived...but you could
also say it wasnt.
Is that some sort of Zen?
Shinto. Shugendo, specifically, Oshino said. You need to understand,
girl. You didnt wind up like this because of something else. You just
changed your point of view.
She was always like that.
Almost exactly what the doctors said, as they threw in the towel.
My point of view? What are you trying to say?
Im saying, you need to stop acting like a victim, girl, Oshino snarled,
sudden heat behind his words.
Hed been like this with me.
And like this with Hanekawa.
I was worried about how Senjougahara would react, but she didnt say
a word.
She just accepted it.
This seemed to impress him a little. Well done. Guess you arent just
a selfish little girl after all.
What made you think I was?
Most people who encounter Crabs of Burden are. Not the kind of
thing you can meet just by wanting to, and not the kind of harmful
god. Not like vampires.
they dont harm?
they dont harm you...so they dont attack?
They dont possess you. They just exist. Unless you want a change,
then nothing will change. Now, Im not wanting to pry into other
peoples business. I dont want to help you, after all.
She would have to save herself.
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some how, so perhaps she had no real grasp of just how bad things had
been. But I remembered everything.
It was an absolute mess.
Even after surviving the demon. I had never imagined a cat could
possibly be more terrifying than a demon.
Again, in light of risk to life and limb, Hanekawas experience was
worse than Senjougaharas. But in light of how long Senjougahara had
suered in silence, things werent that simple.
It all mattered.
It was all worth considering.
How bad did things have to be for you to consider kindness the act of
an enemy?
The young man who sold his shadow.
The girl who lost her weight.
I could never know.
I could never hope to understand.
Done with my shower, Senjougahara said, stepping out of the
bathroom.
Naked.
I shrieked, cowering.
Move aside. I cant reach my clothes.
Senjougahara pointed at the chest of drawers behind me. She appeared
to be more annoyed by her wet hair than she was concerned about me
seeing her.
Put some clothes on!
I plan to.
You plan to!?
Would you prefer I didnt?
Why havent you already!?
I forgot to bring some in with me.
Then wrap a towel around yourself or something!
Ew, that would just be sad.
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Okay. Good.
I turned around.
She was still in her underwear.
Not even wearing socks.
What are you trying to accomplish here!?
What do you think? Im rewarding you for your help today. Be happy.
....................
A reward?
Baing.
Id rather have an apology.
Be happy!
Now youre mad!?
Manners dictate you express an opinion!
A-an opinion?
Manners?
How should I answer?
Um...
Y-you have a great body...?
...pathetic.
She gave me the sort of look usually reserved for rotting refuse.
But with a trace of pity.
Youll always be a virgin.
Ill always be...? Did you come from the future!?
Try not to spit. Virginity is catching.
Its not a disease!
Once lost, it never came back.
For that matter, why have we simply assumed that Im a virgin?
Because you are. No child would ever sleep with you.
Two objections! First, I am not a pedophile! Secondly, I definitely
think I could find a few if I looked hard enough!
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And...
That did not seem like the end of it.
Even the hospital -- I only go out of inertia. Honestly, Ive pretty much
given up.
Given up...?
What had she given up?
What had she cast aside?
This world may be bizarre, but it has neither Mugen Mamiya or
Kudan Kumiko.
.....................
The best it can manage is Touge Miroku, Senjougahara said, voice
dripping with disgust.So Araragi-kun, Im simply not carefree enough
to cheerily accept that I just happened to slip on the stairs and the
classmate that just happened to catch me just happened to have been
bit by a vampire over spring break and the person who just happened
to save him also just happened to help the class-rep and now he just
happens to be attempting to help me.
And with that, Senjougahara began taking o her cardigan.
Finally you had some clothes on -- why are you taking them o again?
I forgot to dry my hair.
Are you actually a bit of an idiot?
Dont be rude. What if you hurt my feelings?
Her dryer looked expensive.
Apparently she took pains towards her appearance.
Looking her over again, even her underwear was carefully chosen. It
was odd how what had, a day before, been a major focus controlling a
significant portion of my thoughts now seemed like little more than a
few scraps of cloth. I shed a silent tear inside.
Carefree...?
Im not that.
Maybe. But what if you were? I said. What if you were carefree?
................
Its not a bad thing to be. Youve got nothing to hide, after all. Just be
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Confusing.
Once upon a time there was a god, or a Buddha maybe...same
dierence. There was a god, and for that god a rabbit threw itself onto
a fire, and burned to death -- sacrificing itself to the god. This god was
touched by this act of self-sacrifice, and put the rabbit on the moon so
wed never forget it.
Id just seen the story on TV as a kid, and I didnt remember it all that
well, so it wasnt exactly an exhaustive bit of knowledge, but I had the
gist of it.
Wow, that god is a prick. Made a mockery of that poor rabbit.
Thats not really the point.
And the rabbit too -- you can totally see it trying to get on gods side
by sacrificing itself. Scheming little shit.
Its really not about that.
Well, I certainly cant understand it, she snapped, and started taking
o her clothes again.
Okay, youre really just flaunting your body at me, arent you?
I dont have a body worth flaunting. It was just inside out and
backwards.
Thats quite an accomplishment.
Ill admit Im not great at getting dressed.
Youre like a child.
No. Theyre heavy.
Erp.
Missed that one.
If her shoes were heavy, her clothes would be too.
At ten times their regular weight, clothes were not to be trifled with.
I was ashamed.
It had been a careless remark, completely lacking in tact.
I might get tired of this but I do not get used to it. But you are
more learned than I expected, Araragi-kun. Allow me to express mild
surprise. There may actually be a brain inside your skull.
Of course there is.
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Of course...? That a brain can form inside the skull of your ilk is a
miracle.
Now youre just being mean.
Dont worry, Im just stating the truth.
At least one person in this room clearly deserves to die.
? Hoshina-sensei isnt here.
Did you just wish death upon our beloved homeroom teacher?
Is the crab the same?
Hunh?
Did a crab throw itself on the fire like the rabbit?
Oh, um, no, I dont know the crabs story. Must have one somewhere.
Never thought about it. Because the moon has seas?
The moon has no seas. And you seemed so sure you were saying
something clever.
Eh? It doesnt? But they --
Your knowledge of astronomy astounds. They are only seas in name.
Oh.
Hmm.
I guess I couldnt compete with actual smart people.
So your true identity is revealed, Araragi-kun. It was sloppy of me to
expect anything but ignorance from you.
You really do think Im an idiot, dont you?
How did you know!?
You seem genuinely surprised!
She thought shed hidden it?
Really?
This is all my fault. Because of me, you have realized what a mess your
little mind is. I feel responsible.
Hang on a minute, am I really this abysmally dumb?
Never fear. I do not judge people by their grades.
Youve already judged what mine are!
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Our home town was on the fringes of the suburbs.
At night it was very dark. Pitch black. The abandoned building was so
distant from daylight it seemed the same inside or out.
Id been born and raised here so this did not seem strange, did not
seem mystifying in any way -- in fact, it was the normal order of things,
the natural way of the world -- but Oshino had traveled far and wide,
and he said that discrepancy was the root of many problems.
It was nice having the roots so easily found.
According to him, anyway.
At any rate...
It was just after midnight.
Senjougahara and I rode back to the ruined cram school. She had
taken a cushion from her home and attached it to her seat on the back
of the bike.
Wed eaten nothing, and were hungry.
I parked the bike in the same place, and we slipped through the gap in
the fence. Oshino was waiting for us outside the door.
As if hed been there the whole time.
...eh?
Oshinos clothing seemed to surprise Senjougahara.
He was wearing white holy robes -- joue. Hed even combed his hair;
he looked like a dierent person. One not at all slovenly.
Clothes make the man.
Why did he seem creepier like this?
Oshino-san...youre a priest?
No, not at all? he said. Neither priest nor monk. Went to school for
it, but never got a job. It was complicated.
Complicated?
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Personal reasons. Boils down to just getting sick of it all. The clothes
serve the same function as yours. I just didnt have anything else clean.
Were meeting a god here, so Ive got to clean up, same as you. Set the
right tone. Tone is important. When I fought Araragi-kun, I had a cross
in one hand, a bunch of garlic hanging o me, and some Holy Water.
Fit the situation. I may not have much use for manners, but I know
what Im doing here. You wont catch me waving a wand around and
scattering salt on your head.
O-okay, Senjougahara said.
It was certainly a surprise seeing him like this, but her reaction seemed
a bit too strong. Why?
You look nice and purified. Good. Just to be sure, youre not wearing
make-up?
I didnt think it would be a good idea, so no.
Good. Right decision. You took a shower too, Araragi-kun?
Yeah. No problem there.
It was a necessary step if I was going to sit in on things. I avoided
mentioning Senjougaharas attempt to peek on me in the shower.
Yet you look exactly the same.
Yeah, yeah.
Since I was just an observer, I had not changed clothes at all. Of course
I looked the same.
Lets get this over with. Prepared a space upstairs.
A space?
Yes.
Oshino vanished into the darkness inside. Even in white clothes he
was swallowed instantly. Once again, I took Senjougaharas hand, and
led her after him.
Lets get this over with? Not exactly taking this seriously, then? I
asked.
Whats that supposed to mean? Ive dragged two young kids out to a
deserted location in the middle of the night. My responsibility to get
you back home and in bed as soon as I can.
I was just wondering if we can really kick this crabs ass that easily.
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to do some things.
We reached the third floor.
And went into one of the classrooms.
The entire room was covered in Shinto holy ropes. All the desks and
chairs had been removed, and in front of the chalkboard was an altar.
An oering placed on the stand. It didnt look like something hastily
thrown together while we were gone. Lamps were lit in the corners,
bathing the room in soft light.
A barrier, basically. Makeshift holy ground. Nothing fancy. You can
relax, he said, looking at Senjougahara.
I am...relaxed.
Good to hear. We stepped inside. Both of you -- lower your gaze, and
keep your head down.
Eh?
Youre before a god.
We all stood before the altar.
This was so dierent from how wed dealt with mine, or with
Hanekawas. I was the one who wasnt relaxed. The air felt tense -- so
tense it could drive a man mad.
I hunkered down.
Ready for anything.
I was not religious; like most people my age, I could barely tell the
dierence between Shinto and Buddhism, but there was a part of me,
instinct or something similar, that reacted to times like this.
To this time.
And place.
Um, Oshino...
What, Araragi-kun?
I was just thinking...given the situation and this whole space youve
made...should I even be here? It just feels like Im in the way.
You wont be. I doubt therell be any problems, but just in case
there is... You gotta think about what might happen in a just-in-case
scenario. That happens, youll need to shield her.
I will?
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Even a cliche line like that could be devastating when used with such
impeccable timing. This woman truly was a master insulter.
Very well. Be a coward, run away with your tail between your legs. Go
home and do what you always do: sit alone and pretend to be tasered.
What kind of sick pastime is that!?
How many malicious rumors was she planning to start?
When you reach my level, the likes of you cannot hope to hide
anything. I know all your deepest dullest secrets.
You used the wrong word and somehow made it worse!? Are you
blackmailing the universe!?
I wouldnt put it past her.
Id definitely rather have dark secrets than dull ones.
Anyway, Oshino, instead of using me, you could use the vamp...
Shinobu. Like we did with Hanekawa.
Shinobus already gone beddy bye, Oshino said.
......................
A vampire that slept at night.
That was so sad.
Oshino took the oering of sake o the altar, and handed it to
Senjougahara.
Um...what do I...? she stammered.
Drinking alcohol decreases the distance between us and gods. Itll
help you relax a little, anyway.
...Im underage.
No need to drink that much. Just a sip.
....................
She stared at him for a long moment, and then took a drink. He took
the cup from her hands, and placed it back on the altar.
Okay. First, lets calm ourselves.
Facing forwards...
His back to Senjougahara, Oshino spoke.
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space, the ritual itself is not a problem -- it all boils down to how you
feel.
How I feel...?
Relax. Let your guard down. This is your place. A place where you
belong. Put your head down, close your eyes, and count. One. Two.
Three.
Perhaps...
I didnt need to follow suit, but I chose to. I closed my eyes, and
counted with her. As I did, I realized...
This was all to set the tone.
Oshinos clothes, the ropes, the altar, the shower -- all designed to put
Senjougahara in the necessary frame of mind.
Hypnotic suggestion.
He was basically hypnotizing her.
Take away her self-consciousness, relax her guard, and convince her
to trust him -- his approach was dierent, but hed had to go through
much the same process with me and with Hanekawa. Salvation was
for those who believed -- in other words, the first step was to get
Senjougahara to accept things.
Senjougahara herself had said...
She only half trusted him.
But...
That wasnt enough.
She needed more.
Trust was important.
This was what Oshino meant when he said he would not save her, but
she would save herself.
I opened my eyes.
Looked around.
Torches.
Flickering in the corners.
Wind from the window.
The lights flickering, ready to vanish in the first strong gust.
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.........................
Senjougahara failed to answer.
She did not refuse. She just fell silent. I could tell this was the only
question that had mattered.
Whats wrong? The most painful thing you can remember.
...my...
Clearly, she could not stay silent.
She could not refuse to answer.
The mood did not allow it.
This space did not permit it.
Shed been led here to answer.
My mother...
Your mother?
Joined a cult.
And a particularly bad one.
She told me earlier...
...how her mother emptied her bank account, took out loans, drove
them into financial ruin. How even after the divorce, her father was
working overtime every day, barely sleeping, trying to pay o those
loans.
Was this her most painful memory?
Worse than losing her weight?
Of course.
Of course it was worse.
But...it...
It was...
Is that all?
...all?
Its not very much. Japanese laws guarantee religious freedom.
Freedom to believe what you want is a fundamental human right.
Whatever your mother believes, whatever she worships, the only
dierence is methodology.
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......................
In other words...its not enough, Oshino insisted. Tell me what
happened.
What hap...m-my mother...for me. She joined the cult, they tricked
her...
What happened after your mother joined the cult?
After.
Senjougahara bit her lip.
S-she brought a man from the cult home with her.
A man from the cult. What did he do?
A-a purification ritual, he said.
Purification? Purifying what?
He said he...had to purify me. She could barely get the words out.
Th-then he assaulted me.
Assaulted. Violently? Or...sexually?
...sexually. Th-that man... Senjougahara forced herself to say it. He
tried to rape me.
...I see, Oshino nodded.
The way Senjougahara...
...was so oddly protective of herself.
Trusted no one.
Was so defensive and so aggressive.
This explained all of it.
And why shed reacted like that when she saw Oshino in those robes.
To her eyes, they must not have been that dierent from what the cult
wore.
Even though he was a priest.
Thats a Buddhist perspective. There are religions that allow murder,
within the family. Beliefs are not universal. But you said tried -- was
he not successful?
I grabbed my cleats, and hit him.
...brave.
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The time line.
Id got the time line confused.
Id assumed Senjougahara met the crab, lost her weight, and that led
to her mother being crazy enough to join a cult. But it was the other
way around; Senjougaharas mother had joined the cult long before
Senjougahara encountered the crab, and it took her weight away.
I should have guessed.
While staplers and utility knives were things you might have lying
around the house, cleats were definitely not. The moment she
mentioned them, I should have realized that this had happened when
she was still on the track team -- in junior high. By the time she started
high school, and did not participate in PE, let alone track team, she
would never have owned a pair of cleats.
Apparently her mother had first joined the cult when Senjougahara
was in the fifth grade. Well before even Hanekawa knew her.
At the time, shed been a frail kid.
Actually sick, not just believed to be.
She had something bad -- youd know the name if I mentioned it. Her
odds of surviving it were less than ten percent, and the doctors were
ready to give up.
Things were so bad...
Senjougaharas mother needed some respite.
They took advantage of it.
Senjougaharas operation defied the odds -- a fact that most likely had
nothing to do with the cult, although Oshino pointed out that we had
no way of being sure. When I was at Senjougaharas house, if I had
chosen to inspect her naked body closely, I might have noticed the
faint operation scars on her back...but obviously, I had done no such
thing.
And the way shed faced me, and put her shirt on first...well, I guess Id
been wrong to suggest she was showing o her body.
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Shed joined the cult for her daughter, but her priorities had grown so
out of whack she oered up her daughter to one of the cults leaders.
Perhaps she even thought it was for her daughters own good.
Senjougahara fought back.
The cleats spikes drew blood on the leaders forehead.
And the result...
...destroyed their family.
Ruined them.
Everything was taken away from her.
Money, house, land. Huge loans were taken out.
The divorce was finalized last year, she said; shed moved to that
apartment with her father when she started high school. Everything
was over before she graduated junior high.
Over.
And...
In the interval, the space between junior and senior high...
...she met the crab.
A crab of burden is basically a god of getting even, Oshino explained.
Omoshi for weight or burden, omoishi for revenge and retaliation.
Thoughts, feelings, bonds, attachments, and the causes of them. You
could say that losing your weight is like youre no longer really there.
When something traumatic happens, peoples minds seal away the
memories -- you see it all the time in movies or TV. It basically works
the same way; the god takes whats troubling you away.
In other words, when she met the crab...
She severed her bonds with her mother.
She stopped thinking about how her mother had oered her to the
cult leader, how she had not saved her, how this had destroyed their
family. She stopped wondering if she should have let it happen.
She set down her burden.
She lost what weighed her down.
She chose...
...to hide it.
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friend.
Despite myself...
This unexpected sentiment sank deep into my heart.
Wed promised to eat crab together.
Winter seemed a long way away.
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And the next day, the punch line.
My two sisters, Karen and Tsukihi, beat me awake as usual. My body
felt sluggish. I forced myself out of bed. It seemed harder than usual.
My muscles ached, like I had a fever. This wasnt like Hanekawas
incident; I hadnt done any grappling or running, so I hadnt done
anything to strain my muscles, but each step hurt. I made it down the
stairs, but nearly toppled down them instead. My mind was clear, and
it wasnt flu season, so what was going on?
I thought about it, and an impossible idea tugged at my brain.
I took a turn into the bathroom.
And stepped onto the scale.
My weight was 55 kilo.
But what the scale displayed is 100 kilo.
...Seriously?
Like hed said...
Gods are pretty out of it.