"This...this isn't fair."
"Of course it is, Tsuzuki." The Count smiled, perfect teeth forming a crescent below his mask. "You lost. I get to collect all of the debts you owe me. That's fair. Now, about those trousers...?"
The purple eyed Shinigami gulped, his hands lowering reluctantly to his belt. They hovered there for half a minute before returning to cross protectively over his bare chest. "I can't."
Gloves settled on his shoulders, caressing. "Really? Their lives...they weren't worth it?"
Tsuzuki winced. "They were worth it."
"Then pay your dues, Tsuzuki. You trusted me with them. Trust me with yourself."
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