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Chapter Nine: Silence:

[Kyoto, Japan. Tsuzuki awoke when cold water landed on his cheek. His eyes slowly fluttered open. The bright lights nearly blinded him. He squinted to look around.

“/Is this a…church?/” he thought.

“You’re finally awake, Tsuzuki-san,” a voice cooed. That voice made his blood run cold. “/Oh god!/” he thought. “/Please don’t tell me…/” The Shinigami slowly looked up. Muraki’s face was inches from his. Tsuzuki flew into panic mode.

“M-Muraki!” he stammered out. “W-What are you doing here?!?” The doctor licked his lips at him.

“So beautiful,” he murmured like ice. “That’s why I love you so much.”

“What did you say?!?” Tsuzuki asked. Muraki smirked at him.

“This is why,” the mad doctor went on. He stood up and walked up to an altar. Tsuzuki watched on in horror. His heart went into panic. His beloved Anna was tied to a large silver cross. Muraki had kidnapped her from Tokyo and brought her to Kyoto. She was dressed like a Japanese bride. Her body was badly damaged, but she was still alive. But, only barely. Tsuzuki’s heart screamed in pain. Muraki walked up to the cross.

“I must make this sacrifice to you,” he finished. Tsuzuki really panicked.

“What?!?” he cried. “Why?!?” Muraki pulled out a silver dagger.

“She gets in the way of the bond between us,” he replied. “She must be killed for it.”

“No!” Tsuzuki cried. “Let my Anna-chan go! I beg of you!”

“I’m sorry, Tsuzuki-san,” he said. “This is only way.” He raised the knife above his head. The Shinigami watched on in horror.

“No! Stop it!” he cried. “Nooooo!” The doctor plunged the knife deep into her chest as if he was raping her. Her blood soaked her kimono. Tsuzuki watched on powerless. He felt like dying inside. The Shinigami trembled and grabbed onto himself. The tears began to form in his eyes.

“Anna-chan…” he whimpered out. An enraged Muraki made his way to his prize.]

Tsuzuki awoke with an icy sweat. He looked around as he panted hard. Watari, Hisoka, and 003 were sound asleep in their futons. Tsuzuki trembled. “/Anna-chan,/” thought. The Shinigami leapt out of his futon and hurried out to the renter house’s back porch. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed her number. The other line rang.

“Come on,” Tsuzuki mumbled. “Pick up! Pick up!” His heart pounded against his chest. He tried not to think of the worst.

“Hello?” Anna said on the other line. Tsuzuki breathed out in relief.

“Anna-chan,” he said. “Thank goodness!”

“What’s wrong, Asato-kun?” she asked.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a rushed whisper.

“Yes…” Anna said. “Why? What’s wrong?” Tsuzuki tried to calm down again.

“No reason,” he lied. “I just miss you.”

“Okay…” Anna said, unconvinced.

“How was therapy?”

“He’s referring me to his mentor in Kyoto.” Tsuzuki’s eyes widened at her words.

“To where?” he asked.

“Kyoto,” Anna repeated. Tsuzuki’s heart did a little flip.

“When?” he asked.

“This afternoon,” Anna replied.

“Great!” Tsuzuki said, quickly.

“Are you sure nothing’s wrong?” she asked.

“No…” he said.

“It’s just that something’s off in your tone,” she replied. Tsuzuki went quiet for a long moment.

“Am I that obvious?” he asked.

“You know how you can tell when I’m trying to hide my problems from you?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, that works both ways now.”

“Oh…”

“We’ll talk when I get there today, alright?” Tsuzuki nodded at her words.

“Okay…” he mumbled.

“Love you,” Anna replied.

“Love you too,” Tsuzuki said back. They both hung up. Tsuzuki relaxed some. Anna was fine. For now, anyway. He knew Muraki too well. The doctor could and would slaughter a whole city just to possess the Shinigami. Tsuzuki shut his eyes in dread. If Anna and Muraki crossed paths…

“I think I’m going to sick,” Tsuzuki mumbled to himself. He held his phone to his chest. “/Anna-chan…/” the Shinigami thought. The crack to his darkness had just broken again.

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