As the boys get another Eda-Kimoto case, Yasuo and his younger brother make bet to see who kills Anna first. Plus, he is coming for her.
Chapter Four: The Body:
January 7th, 1984. He followed her home. It was her perfume that drew him into her. Oh, they had met earlier. Days earlier to be frank.
Ami Wong was an eighteen-year-old runaway. Good kid who was bored with her life in Hong Kong. So, she saved up her paychecks and took off. Most of the people she met looked down upon her. Not him. He helped her get started in Japan. He and his then-girlfriend took Ami in. They let her stay in their apartment. He even helped her get a job. The young girl felt like she had become part of their family. But, that was only the surface.
His girlfriend soon became jealous of Ami. He was spending more time with the runaway than her. The girlfriend grew cold to him. He couldn’t understand why.
“Amaya-chan,” he said two nights before the kill. “What’s wrong?” Amaya glared at him in her mirror.
“Have fun on your little date?!?” she snapped. He blinked at her.
“What are you talking about?” he questioned. She sneered as she turned from the vanity table.
“Don’t give me that!” the girlfriend barked. “I’ve seen how you are around that little bitch!” He became defensive.
“I’m just being nice to her!” he shot back. “You always do this to my female friends!” She said nothing. Her cold eyes spoke for her. He sighed and shook his head.
“I don’t love her,” he said. “I love you!” She still glared at him.
“Prove it!” Amaya snapped. He looked confused.
“How?” he asked. His girlfriend narrowed her eyes at him.
“Kill her,” she said. Her boyfriend blinked.
“What?!?” he asked. Amaya smirked at him.
“If you love me,” she said. “Kill the little bitch. You need to anyway.” He raised an eyebrow at her.
“What are you saying?” he asked. The girlfriend smirked at him.
“Your life is slipping away,” she said. “I know about your little nose bleeds!” His eyes widened. “/She knows I’m dying!/” he thought.
“So?” Amaya offered. “Are you going to kill her or not?” He paused and finally nodded.
“Okay,” he said with shut eyes. “I’ll do it.” Amaya smirked at him.
“Good boy,” she cooed.
August 3rd, 2009. The boys in Ju-Oh-Cho were in another meeting. Tatsumi started up the slideshow.
“These victims were all murdered in Kyoto,” he explained. Their insides badly crushed and the heart looks to have been exploded.”
“Is it Eda-Kimoto?” Tsuzuki asked.
“Judging by the burns,” Older Gushoshin said. “Yes.” The slide changed to a close-up of one of the victim’s wrists. There it was, people. Only, these burns were a little different.
“Eda, Kimoto, and… fish?” Watari read aloud. “Where did fish come from?”
“Guess it’s a different mark with each member,” Hisoka reasoned.
“Either way,” Konoe cut in. “Find them and bring them in to be judged, Tsuzuki, Watari, Kurosaki!”
“Yes!” the boys said. Then, the trio headed out.
Meanwhile, he followed his latest prey back to her dorm. Her perfume drew him in. Just like Ami’s did, twenty-five years ago. He licked his lips as his prey unpacked her book bag. Oh, being a professor had its perks.
“I don’t get it,” a voice said behind him. His rolled his eyes at his older brother.
“Don’t do that!” he snapped. Yasuo smirked at him.
“Still targeting your students, eh Shichiro?” he asked. His brother glared at him.
“Yeah,” he said. “What’s it to you?” Yasuo only shook his head.
“They just seem so… beneath you,” he said. The younger brother rolled his eyes.
“Oh, I should go after amoral women like you?” Shichiro challenged. “No thanks, you’ve got that covered.”
“Just saying,” the older brother offered. The younger brother smirked at him.
“And how is the hunt for Anna going?” he asked. Yasuo glared at him.
“Shut up!” he hissed. Shichiro shrugged at him.
“Just saying…” he said back. A moment of silence passed. Then, an idea came into Shichiro’s mind.
“Say,” he said. “Let’s see who can kill her first as a bet.” Yasuo looked at him oddly.
“How do you mean?” he asked. The younger brother smirked at him.
“Oh,” he said. “Just a little bet. Loser is subjected to ridicule for the rest of their life. What say you?” Yasuo thought about that for a moment. Shichiro waited for a reply. His brother finally smiled at him.
“Okay,” he said. “I’ll take your bet!” The younger brother smiled back.
“You’re on!” he said. The men bowed to seal the bet. They aren’t the only ones after Anna, however.
He stood over his latest victim. Her body bloody and half-eaten. Yet another angel. They all tasted the same to him. He was sick of angels. He was in the mood for a fox handler. Lucky for him, he knew exactly where to find her. But, not now. Oh no! That wouldn’t be fun. He would wait and see her, three night’s time.