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Chapter Fourteen: Fresh Kill:

May 19th, 1976. He waited in the dark parking lot for her. Tonight was his first kill. Tradition in Eda-Kimoto had to be acted upon. He was the older son of Haruka, so he couldn’t let her down. For years, he tried to win her approval. That constantly came and went. This time, the twenty-three year old wanted his mother’s approval to stay with him.

Her name was Jennifer Day. Twenty-three year old American tourist. Beautiful woman she was. Long flowing brown hair to her shoulders. Rich olive tan complexion. Height about 5’5”. Trim woman with a healthy figure. She had on a deep green trench coat. Such a beautiful angel. Too bad she had to die tonight.

They met briefly earlier. Miss Jennifer needed directions to the Dragon Hotel. She needed to get there for a little hot date. He acted happy to help out. He gave her the right directions and she was on her way. As she left, he chose her to be the sacrifice. He followed her in secret after that. All the way up to this point. He had the wire and knife ready under his coat. Tonight played in his favor too. The rain would wash away any evidence of what he was going to do.

At last, Jennifer came out to her car in the parking lot. He watched on intently. His prey was fixing herself up before getting in her car. She pulled her hair out of her coat. The woman checked her jewelry and make-up. She seemed to be in quite a hurry. All classic signs of an affair. This made the sacrifice even tastier. “/I love immoral women!/” he thought. “/This is perfect!/” It was time to move in. He walked over to her slowly.

Jennifer began digging for her keys in her purse. She couldn’t seem to find them among her cigarettes, condoms, lighter, id, and make-up.

“Shit,” she mumbled. “Come on, not now!” Jennifer began digging faster. Soon, the shadow of death crept faster than her.

Jennifer looked for her keys still when she felt wires closing around her throat. She dropped her purse on the wet pavement in shock. Her hand flew over her throat, touching the wires. He wouldn’t let up. He just kept pulling tighter and tighter. Jennifer tried to struggle to get away. Her eyes widened in terror as she gasped for air. He grinned at her suffering. So intoxicating. So tasty. So… erotic! But, enough with the games! Time for Jennifer to die!

He pulled out his knife and stabbed her in the back. The poor woman gasped aloud in pain. He yanked out the knife and stabbed her again. Then came a third. Next a fourth. Soon a fifth. Then, finally a sixth. Jennifer died on the fourth blow. Her curvy body slumped against him. He smirked to himself in victory. Mission almost done. Now to wrap up.

He let the body drop to the ground. He yanked the wife from her lovely throat. He wound it up and put it away. The blood on the ground washed away with the rain. He couldn’t focus on that now. Finished the work, damn it!

He began softly chanting. His finger went a bright fiery red. He smirked to himself coldly. Here came the fun part. He knelt down to the body and picked up her right arm. He traced the Kanji for “bear,” “Eda,” and “Kimoto” in her wrist. They burned as they set deep in her flesh. The sound delighted him so. Very beautiful. He did the same with her left arm. Both marks cooled down almost immediately. Now, Jennifer’s soul fed the beast in their powers. He had done it. He made his first blood sacrifice. Now for the clean-up.

He picked up the knife and wiped the handle clean. He threw the murder weapon down the storm drain. He let the rain do the rest. “/I have done you proud, mama!/” he thought as he left the hotel parking lot.

By morning, the police found Jennifer’s body in the parking lot. Just like in previous years, no leads and fear of the Eda-Kimoto clan made the case run cold. Another soul held hostage to the corrupt witch clan.

May 2009. The awkward feast was interrupted when Tsuzuki’s cell phone rang. Everyone looked up.

“Excuse me,” Tsuzuki said as he reached into his pocket to answer his phone. The call only lasted a minute. Yet, his face was so grave. He slowly hung up the phone. The Shinigami turned to the group. Anna noticed his face.

“What’s wrong, Tsuzuki?” she asked. The man didn’t speak at first. He just swallowed at bit.

“There is another victim near the river down from here,” Tsuzuki explained. “It looks like another kill from the Eda-Kimoto clan.” Everyone stared on in shock. They all raced to the crime scene.

Hisoka had been waiting for a few minutes now. He looked up and saw his partner with Anna and the trio running towards him. The boy was slightly confused on why the trio was there. However, that thought would have to wait. More important matters to worry with. Tsuzuki made it over to the younger Shinigami.

“What do we have here?” he asked. Hisoka turned to the body.

“Name is Hana,” he said. “This old homeless man found her.” Tsuzuki looked over at the old man. He was cowering away in fear. The Shinigami couldn’t blame him. But, back to the case. Tsuzuki looked at the body. Hana was about twenty-three years old. Lovely Japanese woman. Tiny figure. Skin white as snow. Red plump lips. Dressed in a sky blue and sugar pink kimono. Hana looked more asleep than dead.

“She’s been strangled and stabbed in the back six times,” Hisoka reported. Tsuzuki turned to his partner.

“How can you tell the clan did this?” he asked.

“Look at her wrists,” Hisoka murmured. Tsuzuki complied. His eyes widened in shock. The Kanji for bear, Eda, and Kimoto were burned into Hana’s wrists. Both boys went silent. However, that wasn’t the only discovery.

Anna and the demons hurried over to the body. However, when she got close, Anna froze in her tracks and winced in pain. Everyone looked at her.

“Anna-san,” Hisoka said. “What’s wrong?” The woman gritted her teeth as she rubbed her wrists.

“It burns!” she whimpered. “So cold… it’s burning me!” The Shinigami figured out what she meant less than thirty seconds.

“Anna,” Tsuzuki spoke up. “Show me your wrists.” Anna did so in pain. Everyone crowded around for a look. The same Kanji on Hana’s wrists were on Anna’s as well. Only, Anna’s scars were glowing an icy blue. Tsuzuki looked at her. He had already put two and two together. The burns must be reacting to each other. Due to Anna being alive, her burns were tormenting her by burning her wrists to the bone. Anna drew in a painful mouthful of air to cope.

“How bad is it?” Tsuzuki asked.

“It’s so cold, it burns!” Anna wailed. “Make it stop! Please make it stop!” Hisoka turned to his partner.

“Take her away from the body!” he hissed. “Do it now!” Tsuzuki nodded.

“Right!” he whispered. The man walked over to Anna and took her by the arm.

“Come on Anna, let’s go,” he whispered. The woman nodded in misery. They both left the crime scene together. The rest watched after them.

“Still believe she’s the enemy?” Mike whispered to Emiko. The demon woman shook her head.

“Not anymore,” she whispered. “The surveillance is now over.”

“Thank you!” her roommate whispered. They watched the pair disappear from view as Hisoka took pictures of Hana to send back to Ju-Oh-Cho. The glowing burns were proof enough. No witch or warlock could fake a curse that powerful, sealed powers or not! Anna was now innocent in the demons’ eyes.

Across the street, Haruka’s older son watched on intrigued. He hadn’t expected to see his niece again since the night that he killed her. Now, he was glad that she was alive again. More chances to kill her again had opened up. He hadn’t had this much fun since he ended Jennifer Day’s life back in ’76.

Intriguing still was how the burns on Anna’s wrists reacted to his latest victim’s burns. He always wondered what happen if the family’s burns were on a living person and if they crossed with burns of a dead person. Now, he knew. Good thing Haruka allowed her sons to kill again. This blood season would be the best one yet.

“/Till we meet again, Anna!/” he thought. “/This time, you won’t escape!/” The old man turned and left the show. “/I will make you proud mama!/” he thought. “/I promise!/” On a minor note, he was also glad for two things: he didn’t stab Anna like the rest of his victims and that he burned the family’s curse straight down to the bone in her wrists. Oh yes, she would be fun to kill once again!

Meanwhile, Kato waited for Anna and Tsuzuki in the nearest café. Time to get the upper hand over his old “friend.”

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