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Chapter Twenty-Four: Detoxification:

August 12th, 2009. At seven in the morning, Anna picked up Tsuzuki’s cell phone and called for back-up. She pressed her lips together as the phone rang. “/Come on, pick up!/” she thought.

“Hello?” a boy’s voice asked.

Anna took a breath. “Hisoka?” she asked.

“Anna? Where’s Tsuzuki?”

“Still in bed.”

“Figures!”

“No, this is a problem.”

“What do you mean?”

Anna drew in a deep breath. “It’s kind of hard to sum up right away.”

“Okay…”

She took in another breath. “It’s kind of hard to sum up. Right away.”

“Okay…”

She took in another breath. “Two things. Please look up any recent deaths at Kyoto University.”

“Why?”

“A man named Dr. Yamashita has been dragged into this mess my family created. He came to me personally.”

“Okay… we’ll do that. What’s the other thing?”

Anna paused and shut her eyes for a moment. “It’s Asato.”

“What about him?”

“He’s fallen into depression.”

“What did you say?”

“I think it’s my fault…”

“How?”

Anna lowered her head. “That’s hard to explain.”

“What do you mean?”

Anna shook her head. “We won’t be getting back straight away.”

“What do you mean? Why?”

“Just look up the Kyoto University deaths and wait for us.”

“What for? Anna? Anna?”

She said no more. The woman hung up the phone. She held it to her chest. That part was done. She turned back to the bed. Tsuzuki was still sound asleep. Anna gathered herself up. Right. Time for step one. The detoxification.

The woman walked over to the bed and sat on it. Tsuzuki looked to be suffering in his dreams as well. The tear in her heart deepened. It hurt to watch him in agony. He needed her. Anna reached out and wiped away his tears.

“/Asato-kun…/” she thought.

In a few moments, the Shinigami slowly opened his eyes. Anna sat before him, waiting.

“Good morning,” she whispered. “How are you?” Tsuzuki slowly sat up. He blinked in surprise.

“You’re here!”

Anna nodded somberly. “Yes. I am here.”

“You really are here.”

“Yes.”

“But why?”

She leaned in close to his face. “I’m not going to leave you.”

Tsuzuki stared at her. “I could kill you.”

Anna shook her head. “I can risk that. I’m not going to abandon you.”

Tsuzuki blinked. “You promise?”

“Yes. You have my word.” Tsuzuki stayed quiet for a moment. He embraced her on an impulse and forced another kiss on the lips. Anna didn’t put up any resistance. She let him take her.

Tsuzuki gently pushed her back onto the bed. He gently worked his tongue into her mouth as his hands met her warm, bare breasts. Anna moaned in his mouth. She arched her back at him.

The Shinigami gently kissed and nibbled on her neck. Anna tightly shut her eyes and whimpered.

“Oh yes,” she murmured. “Take all that you want.” Tsuzuki affectionately nibbled on her neck. Anna drew in another breath. Tsuzuki nibbled on her neck even more. His beloved laced her finger through his short brown hair.

The Shinigami’s tongue moved to her breasts. The taste unconsciously stirred him awake down below. His body wanted this, but his mind was fogged over. Anna knew he wasn’t in his right frame of mind. But, she didn’t stop him. To do that would be to turn him away. Tsuzuki needed this right now.

“Yes!” she moaned. “More!” Tsuzuki lightly licked around her breasts before moving to her abdomen. His hands wrapped around her small waist like a needy child. Anna slowly spread her legs for him in response. Tsuzuki kept licking and kissing down to his final destination.

The sinner awoke on the rice white temple floor. He looked around. “[Where is this place?]” the man thought. White candles were lit on a white and cinnamon-scented altar. The walls were painted with different myths. The rich red tapestry covered the back way. The sinner slowly sat up on the floor.

“[Is this…]” he thought. “[Am I… in a temple?]” The sinner looked in front of him and saw the golden statues of the goddesses on a porcelain white altar. He wasn’t dreaming. He was in this temple last night.

Suddenly, the scent of cherry blossoms filled his nose as ghost-like fingers touched his hair. He glanced upwards to see Konohanasakuya-Hime patting him mother-like. The sinner blinked at her to see if he was dreaming. She stood over him with a smile.

“My goddess…” he mumbled. She gently put her finger to his lips. The sinner knelt down at her feet.

“I am not worthy!” he murmured. “I am a sinner! My hands are covered in blood. I am a murderer. I am a murderer! I… I… I am… a MONSTER!” The goddess gently shushed him. He looked at her with big eyes.

“Konohana-sama!” the sinner murmured. The goddess shushed him. She lightly pulled him to his feet.

“My goddess,” he whispered. Konohanasakuya-Hime pulled his face close to hers.

“You are forgiven,” she whispered. The goddess kissed him on the lips. The sinner closed his eyes and kissed her back. She wasn’t done there.

Konohanasakuya-Hime reached forward and slowly stripped the man of his ruined and soaked suit. His tie, jacket, shirt, pants, and boxers all littered the hard, rice white floor, one by one. The sinner found his body trembling in an unfamiliar heat.

“[This feels so good…]” he thought. He felt himself stirring awake between his legs. Red embarrassment flushed over his face. Was it so wrong to feel this way about a goddess?

Once she stripped him naked, Konohanasakuya-Hime took the sinner over to the tapestry and pushed it aside. A long, room-sized pool waited on the other side. The goddess kissed the sinner on the lips again. He didn’t resist her. She planted a drop of trust inside of him. He loved her. He trusted her.

Konohanasakuya-Hime gently pushed the sinner into the water below them. The man sank in with his feet, calves, knees, thighs, hips, waist, chest, shoulders, and finally his head. She held him under for close to a minute. When the last of the air bubbles rose to the surface, the cherry blossom goddess removed her hand. She drew the sinner out of the water leaned into his ear.

“You are reborn,” she whispered. Konohanasakuya-Hime kissed him on the lips again. The sinner weakly kissed her back.

Tsuzuki slept next to Anna peacefully. His beloved stroked his hair. Detoxification had started successfully.

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