BY : Ruinous_Demise
Category: +G to L > Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni
Dragon prints: 2951
Disclaimer: I do not own the anime/manga that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni, or any of its characters. This makes me sad, especially in the case of Shion. I also am making no profit off of this twisted story, it only goes to show that I’m a total fanboy of the show and have way too much time on my hands.

DISCLAIMER FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT OF THE ANIME AND THIS STORY: Before you go on, I would HIGHLY, HIGHLY recommend that if you have not watched the show up through Meakashi-hen (the fifth arc, a.k.a. episodes 16-21 of the anime) that you not read this fic. It contains utterly massive spoilers of one of the best parts of the show.

Go watch it. Now. I’ll wait.

Last chance to turn back if you haven’t read it. Giving this much space to prevent spoilers as much as I can.

There? Done with the mayhem? Good. Settle back in your chair, get some popcorn, and enjoy…


It was safe to say that he never saw it coming.

With an audible thud, the unconscious body of Keiichi Maebara crashed to the cold dirt floor of the underground prison, courtesy of a large rock. The blow with the stone had split his head open, and blood trickled from the open wound.

A loud shriek of “KEI-CHAN!” split the tense air. The green-haired woman in the nearby cell fought against the steel bars of her prison with tears in her eyes, hoping against hope that he would awaken, hoping that somehow, someway, there would be a way out of this.

But as Mion Sonozaki, heiress to the Sonozaki Estate, looked up into the demented expression of her own flesh and blood, she doubted seriously that there would be any way out of this alive.

Not for her beloved Kei-chan.

And certainly not for her.

Shion Sonozaki neatly stepped over Maebara’s unconscious form. Everything was almost over now. Rika was dead. So was Satoko. Mion was captured. Even Shion's own grandmother was gone. All she had to do was kill her friend, and do so slowly, and painfully, and savor her sister’s every agonized scream…but no…

She had a better idea.

“Please, Shion! Spare him! PLEASE!”

A much better idea, now that she thought about it.

Mion’s agonized form writhed pitifully in her cell, shaking the bars, looking up at her sister through tear-blurry eyes. Shion didn’t even seem to notice, stepping closer and closer before

“I wonder how he shall show Distinction,” Shion whispered, in a voice that made her sister’s hair stand on end. “Perhaps six nails would be sufficient…so that you can hear him cry out in agony again and again!”


Mion’s head shook vehemently as her eyes closed, the tears nonetheless forcing their way from her ducts and down her pretty face.

“I perform the watanagashi very skillfully, you know,” Shion implied, before bursting out into cackles. “Once he’s nailed to the table, I doubt he’d be able to resist…”

As she watched her sister’s continued, agonizing breakdown, Shion felt guilty for perhaps a second or two. If she’d saved Satoshi, she suddenly thought, her guilt leaving her in an instant, none of this would be happening.

“But don’t worry,” she suddenly continued, leaning conspiratorially closer, “I won’t kill him. No, I’ve come up with something far, far worse than that…”

Tendrils of pleasure shot through her body as she pondered her latest, and perhaps most insidious plot. While torture was undeniably among her turn-ons…she had already crucified a young woman and stabbed her repeatedly until agonizing death. That would be hard to top, she knew, looking back on the occasion with pride.

“He thinks I’m Mion,” she said, casually, as Mion finally opened her eyes, trying unsuccessfully to stop the tears that flowed without end. “He cares for Mion. Rather deeply, in fact…”

One hand went to the cloth belt that held together her robe, toying with it absent-mindedly. Shion winked, and Mion’s mouth dropped open in horrified shock. The implication left her unable to speak, unable to cry, unable to do anything, even as Shion grabbed the unconscious Keiichi’s arm, and began the process of dragging him back to her torture room.

The last thing that the emotionally destroyed heir to the Sonozaki Estate heard before the door closed shook her to her very core.

“Enjoy Kei-chan’s screams…”


And with that, the prologue comes to an end.

The first real chapter of this sordid little tale is fairly lengthy, and I’m finishing up edits on it right now. In the meantime, I would welcome any suggestions, reviews, constructive criticism, or anything of the like, as this is my first time attempting something like this.

The smut is coming. I promise. ^_^

Thanks for reading, everyone.

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