#as a beloved dog owner myself this is criminal to me

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First time Iruka sleeps over at Kakashi's place he wakes up absolutely immobilised by the dogs in all their weird cuddle pile sleep positions. He turns his head to the side to see which of them is cramping up his arm. It's Kakashi himself, smiling in his sleep in the dopiest way possible. He looks so goddamn cute with the dogs all around them Iruka has to cover his own mouth to muffle a delighted squeal

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[HR] The Confession of William Kane

The following text is an excerpt from the last pages of William Kane’s diary, following an investigation of the various crimes he confessed to on the night of October 13th, 1911.

It is on this dreaded night that I must confess a story that has plagued me for six months now, which has now reached its final horrifying culmination. It is said that only true criminals would be near the point that my demons have driven me, so much to the point that after this crime against humanity is done, I shall put myself in the shackles that I belong. May God forgive the heinous act I am about to commit, for I believe no one else will.

The only person I am willing to plead forgiveness from is my mother. She warned me of the horrors of consuming foreign bodies, and it was her trust that I have forsaken the most. If you read this, mother, forgive me. You were all I had left in this world, aside from these fiends that have taken residence in my soul.

My journey began six months ago, April 13th of 1911, when I had finally discovered a lamp that I suspected would grant me wishes rivaled only by the great genies of ancient Arabic legend. It had taken me months of poring documents and records, until at last, I found the legendary artifact among a collection of useless knick-knacks in a desolate town, somewhere in the desert of New Mexico. Where the collector bought it from, I do not know, and I wish not to know. Seeing the effects it had upon me, the terrifying implications of knowing its owner are too great. I made the deal right there in the shop and realized too late the insane conclusions that would result from this.

To further explain that deal I made, I must begin by saying that it was wholly consensual on my behalf. I had wished for eternal life. The demons agreed to the proposal, on the stipulation that I would feed them for as long as I live. And I have done that; to a terrible degree. Little did I think of the consequences of the contract I had made until I began the first killings that would grow in magnitude over the course of months.

After only one week, I realized that I could feed them on cooked foods any longer. The only thing that satiates their palate is raw, living meat. It took a week for this to dawn on me, after awakening one night to a spider that had crawled into my mouth and had given me more sustenance than I had eaten in months. The first morsels following were small creatures: insects, mice, birds I rarely caught with a knife alone. I was slow at first. The devilish creatures were swift and difficult to catch. But I grew quick! I could easily outrun them after only a few days. Their small bodies satiated what the demons required.

But they always needed more from me.

After a week or so of constant hunting, I became less and less fulfilled by these small morsels. At the same time, I laid eyes on my neighbor’s new cat, bought only the week before my demonic contract. It was a plump, round thing; orange in color and quite lethargic. It was named aptly by my neighbor: Mr. Waddles, though I soon found that this cat was not male but female. The poor thing could hardly leap up to the window of her owners' apartment and always had to be let inside through the front door.

One afternoon, while my neighbor was at work, I spied the cat waiting outside the door of her owner. Ensuring no one was around, I snatched the creature. Oh, how it fought! I still have marks from its scythe-like claws to this day, raked across my forearms. But that’s always the best part of the hunt, in my opinion; the struggle of your prey as you bring it home for the feast. He made for quite a delicious morsel indeed.

It was a day after that first morbidly scrumptious meal that my neighbor set about questioning the neighborhood on her cat's whereabouts. She questioned me first of all. I always suspected that she had never liked me, and this recent disappearance only fueled her doubts about me. However, there was no question to be made on my behalf. I could not possibly know her cat's whereabouts. The creatures remaining bones—devoid of any meat or fat, no doubt—were buried beneath her very yard!

I have been often told by family and friends I have a sick sense of humor. After this and the subsequent events, I am not afraid to admit that they were right.

The plump feline nourished the demons for a few days, but it only took that long for them to garner their hunger once again. Every three days, they required a beast of similar size to that cat, Mr. Waddles. I severely hate myself now in showing the absolute enormity and filling capacity of that creature. Perhaps if I had waited longer to introduce that large of a meal, my situation would not have escalated so quickly. Posters piled up on the streets, posted on every street corner and lamp post, searching for the cats, dogs, puppies, and kittens I had snatched and eaten while they writhed in pain just days before.

I always returned the bones and inedible organs to their owners one way or another. Anonymous packages, discreet burials; the list of tactics I schemed were endless during this time. I continued this calling card for months, as the demons became satiated by the regular meals.

The pace picked up gradually, culminating three months in so that single day I was forced to consume one beloved pet. I slowly began to realize the unstable condition I had put myself in. I had to find a solution to feed these demons, and as if God himself had answered my constant prayers, one came. Her name was Sylvia White.

Sylvia was a young woman, twenty years of age with stark black hair and dainty, elvish features. She moved next door to me in my apartment complex, and I immediately took a liking to her, for the following two reasons.

She was single, had no one to look after, and, most importantly, no one to look after her. Through conversation, I learned that she had come here after a particularly nasty divorce that separated her from any family that would care for her. No one home meant significantly more opportunities for my plan to hatch in.

She was also not popular amongst the inhabitants of the neighborhood, either. I made sure of this by securing that I was the first person she met when she arrived. A few vile rumors were all it took for her to never talk to the neighbors on this street or the ones parallel. She also made it known to me that she knew no one in town. Besides me, of course. I made it evident that I was the only one in town that she could trust. Miraculously, she did.

Both of these reasons made her the perfect target.

It took one month for me to memorize her daily routine, from sunrise to sundown. You may find it perverted of me to do this, but it was my only choice. I believed that if I could satisfy the demons with an even greater sacrifice, then perhaps I would find a new way to habituate this lifestyle.

After doing this, I found the perfect interval to perform my crime. The thirty minutes she spends to get ready before bed are when she is particularly vulnerable, and it is then that I entered her home stealthily and incapacitated her by asphyxiation. I must say that it brought me great pleasure to hunt this one. If anything, I saw it as the grand prize of the ghastly acts I have committed.

The culmination of all my crimes should leave me disgusted. However, I have felt more alive in six months than my entire thirty years of existence. I feel equal remorse towards my actions though, considering the great deal of stress it must have impressed upon my neighbors. It is from that fact that I have written this journal, to prove to my neighbors that I felt justified in my actions, if not sorry for their eaten companions.

She is chained in my bedroom as I write these final lines. I do not intend to desecrate her body further, as I do not lust after women the same way that many men seem to do. I wish only to consume, to fulfill the hunger of these demons so that I will go to prison knowing at least that I had at the very least tried.

After the deed is done, I hope to be put in the thickest and heaviest shackles fit for only the worst crimes against humanity possible. I am for these acts; the promise of immortality was too great, and to me it seemed worth the sacrifice of others.

The demons have plagued my life for well over half a year. I would like to believe that I will indeed live forever if only to feel the cruel punishment of eternal hunger. While they granted me immortality, our agreement never stipulated that I would not feel the pain that accompanies living indefinitely.

After one month of investigation, the following details were found regarding this case, which may influence how effectively this document can be used as evidence:

a. Sylvia White was alive at the time of these writings, and has since claimed that, “I have never met this man save for the day I arrived, in which he established himself as a harmful presence to me and I subsequently requested a restraining order from the court.” Documentation proves that this restraining order does indeed exist.

b. All of the locations where the pet corpses are supposedly buried have been investigated thoroughly. No remains, skeletal or otherwise, have been found.

c. William Kane had come into the station to confess his crime, this text in hand, covered in blood. He claimed the blood belonged to Sylvia White. The blood of Kane’s body is type A, Sylvia’s blood is type AB. Coincidentally, Kane’s blood is type A. It is unknown if the blood found on Kane’s body is his own or perhaps another suspect that he has as of yet disclosed to the authorities.

d. The lamp mentioned in the above text was found buried beneath Kane’s yard, filled with fresh blood. It is unknown how the blood has stayed fresh, as the contents above it appear to not have been disturbed for a week or more. The officer who discovered this object disappeared two weeks after the discovery. Following his departure, the lamp was found to be missing. It remains unaccounted for.

Due to a lack of evidence of crimes but clear evidence of mental deficiencies in the case of William Kane, the defendant has been released without charges pressed.

A week after this statement, Kane vanished with no trace. No one is aware of his current location.

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