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Chapter 2
Tsuzuki walked down the hall of the Judgment Bureau in a sort of dazed state. He bumped into people left and right, not paying any attention to the “Watch it, Asshole!” or “Look where you’re going!” that was spouting from his fellow co-workers mouths. He was too busy feeling his emotions battle in the pit of his stomach. It was slowly making him nauseous. The thing that worried him the most was his fear of facing that sick doctor.
/Muraki…Damn you… /
Tsuzuki finally reached the area outside the building where purgatory and life connected. He took a deep breath and cleared nagging thoughts polluting his mind.
Tsuzuki emerged from one of the many dark alleyways in the area where the murders occurred. It was pitch black dark out, but that was to be expected considering it was 10:00pm. The street was dark and quiet. Tsuzuki shivered as a chilly breeze passed him.
/Man, this place is creepy/
He looked up and down the eerily quiet street. No one was around. He started down the road when he heard a high pitched scream from behind him.
“Damnit!” he cursed as he turned around and headed towards the sickening cry. “Hey!!” he yelled at the top of his lungs, hoping to scare off the criminal and save the victim. As he reached the next alleyway, the horrible screaming stopped. Dead silence. He turned the corner immediately where he came face to face with the one who owned those terrible screeching noises. She looked up at Tsuzuki with terror in her eyes before she quickly ran past him and down the road, out of sight. He slowly turned around and nearly cried out himself. Now he knew why that woman screamed. Anybody would at the image he saw right before his eyes.
A young boy of about fourteen or fifteen, dressed in rags and obviously homeless, stared at him through lifeless eyes. His body was intact except for the two obvious holes crusted with drying blood on his neck. The young boy’s hands were wrapped around a lit candle and his body was propped up by a large wooden crate behind him. Tsuzuki stood there, breathing in short, rapid breaths as his eyes rested on an envelope in the boys lap. Red letters sparkled in the candlelight and made out the words ‘Mr. Tsuzuki’.
He slowly walked forward and, careful not to touch the body, picked up the envelope with trembling hands. Upon opening the letter, he noticed that the contents of the paper were also written in that strange, glistening red ink. He strained his eyes so he could make out the fancy writing on the parchment.
Hisoka finally got himself off the floor. /I’m being totally ridiculous…/ he thought as he walked over to a chair in the corner and sat in it. The sky looked a dark blue color, as it always did at this time of night, through the window in front of him. It occurred to him how ironic it was that purgatory had nice weather all year long, or maybe it was the fact that it had weather at all.
The emerald eyed teenager sat there, staring at that blue velvet sky, trying to calm himself down. No matter how hard he tried, his mind kept wandering to Tsuzuki. Images flashed through his mind of the brown haired man in pain, screaming, pleading for mercy. He couldn’t get over this incredible feeling that something bad was about to happen, but there was nothing he could do. He wasn’t assigned the mission. Before he knew it fresh tears were falling down his pale cheek. “Damn you…you should’ve…taken me with you.”
Mr. Tsuzuki,
How have you been? I’ve missed you terribly. Our last encounter was so…unfulfilling. I can’t wait to see those beautiful violet eyes of yours…and more.
Come to the Sweet Dreams Hotel, Room 103. I’ll be waiting for your most welcomed arrival.
Muraki
P.S
Could you please thank that dear boy for me? He did help me to write this letter…with his blood.
Tsuzuki immediately dropped the letter to the ground. He knew something wasn’t right with that ‘ink’. /That…sick bastard…does he even have a soul? /
The brown haired shinigami looked at the dead boy, his violet eyes filled with tears and his body filled with sorrow and anger. He bent down in front of the boy and whispered a promise.
“I swear to you…and to all the people he’s harmed…I will get him for this…I will stop him!” And with that, he reached up and placed his fingers on the boy’s eyelids, shutting them for eternity.
/Muraki…Damn you… /
Tsuzuki finally reached the area outside the building where purgatory and life connected. He took a deep breath and cleared nagging thoughts polluting his mind.
Tsuzuki emerged from one of the many dark alleyways in the area where the murders occurred. It was pitch black dark out, but that was to be expected considering it was 10:00pm. The street was dark and quiet. Tsuzuki shivered as a chilly breeze passed him.
/Man, this place is creepy/
He looked up and down the eerily quiet street. No one was around. He started down the road when he heard a high pitched scream from behind him.
“Damnit!” he cursed as he turned around and headed towards the sickening cry. “Hey!!” he yelled at the top of his lungs, hoping to scare off the criminal and save the victim. As he reached the next alleyway, the horrible screaming stopped. Dead silence. He turned the corner immediately where he came face to face with the one who owned those terrible screeching noises. She looked up at Tsuzuki with terror in her eyes before she quickly ran past him and down the road, out of sight. He slowly turned around and nearly cried out himself. Now he knew why that woman screamed. Anybody would at the image he saw right before his eyes.
A young boy of about fourteen or fifteen, dressed in rags and obviously homeless, stared at him through lifeless eyes. His body was intact except for the two obvious holes crusted with drying blood on his neck. The young boy’s hands were wrapped around a lit candle and his body was propped up by a large wooden crate behind him. Tsuzuki stood there, breathing in short, rapid breaths as his eyes rested on an envelope in the boys lap. Red letters sparkled in the candlelight and made out the words ‘Mr. Tsuzuki’.
He slowly walked forward and, careful not to touch the body, picked up the envelope with trembling hands. Upon opening the letter, he noticed that the contents of the paper were also written in that strange, glistening red ink. He strained his eyes so he could make out the fancy writing on the parchment.
Hisoka finally got himself off the floor. /I’m being totally ridiculous…/ he thought as he walked over to a chair in the corner and sat in it. The sky looked a dark blue color, as it always did at this time of night, through the window in front of him. It occurred to him how ironic it was that purgatory had nice weather all year long, or maybe it was the fact that it had weather at all.
The emerald eyed teenager sat there, staring at that blue velvet sky, trying to calm himself down. No matter how hard he tried, his mind kept wandering to Tsuzuki. Images flashed through his mind of the brown haired man in pain, screaming, pleading for mercy. He couldn’t get over this incredible feeling that something bad was about to happen, but there was nothing he could do. He wasn’t assigned the mission. Before he knew it fresh tears were falling down his pale cheek. “Damn you…you should’ve…taken me with you.”
Mr. Tsuzuki,
How have you been? I’ve missed you terribly. Our last encounter was so…unfulfilling. I can’t wait to see those beautiful violet eyes of yours…and more.
Come to the Sweet Dreams Hotel, Room 103. I’ll be waiting for your most welcomed arrival.
Muraki
P.S
Could you please thank that dear boy for me? He did help me to write this letter…with his blood.
Tsuzuki immediately dropped the letter to the ground. He knew something wasn’t right with that ‘ink’. /That…sick bastard…does he even have a soul? /
The brown haired shinigami looked at the dead boy, his violet eyes filled with tears and his body filled with sorrow and anger. He bent down in front of the boy and whispered a promise.
“I swear to you…and to all the people he’s harmed…I will get him for this…I will stop him!” And with that, he reached up and placed his fingers on the boy’s eyelids, shutting them for eternity.