Anna is trapped in one of her reoccuring dreams that Kohaku has brought to life before her.
Chapter Forty-Four: Trust and Mother:
The cold caressed her cheeks. Anna fluttered her eyes open to see pitch black. / What happened?/, she thought. But then, something else caught her attention. A tight grasp squeezed around her throat. She darted her eyes in front of her.
Blank violet eyes stared back at her.
“A-Asato-kun?” Anna choked out. He said nothing. His grip tightened around her neck. She gagged, but didn’t fight back. The woman didn’t understand it herself. This was a trap, no doubt about that. But yet…
Anna kept her eyes on him. “You don’t want to do this,” her eyes reasoned with him. Nothing. Nothing was there. Tsuzuki was just an empty shell choking her.
No! This not him! Asato-kun would never try to kill me. But what do I do? Tsuzuki’s grip got tighter.
Kohaku watched from the outside. Hisoka went bust with the last mission. Not to worry. The kitsune would kill Anna this way. If people died in the illusion that he created, they would die in real life. Anna should be seriously injured now due to the beating from the last illusion. So, she had no chance of fighting back. Plus, with the executioner being her lover, this would soothe things over.
“Come on,” Kohaku murmured. “Live out her nightmare! KILL HER!!!”
“Tsuzuki’s” hands grew tighter. Anna’s eyes blurred in panic. She couldn’t think straight anymore. Am I going to die?
Her mind tightened up with realization. She read about something like this once. This was an illusion, right? Maybe, she could control it herself. Sure, a kitsune was pulling the strings. But, she knew Tsuzuki deeply. Anna lightly shut her eyes.
“Kill me if you desire,” she faintly whispered. “This isn’t you. You’re too kind to kill anybody.” “Tsuzuki’s” grip grew even tighter. Anna softly gagged for air. Kohaku licked its lips.
“Yes!” the kitsune cheered. “More! More! KILL HER!!!” The illusion doll kept squeezing.
But then, it stopped. “Tsuzuki” just let go of his victim. Anna’s semi-conscious body sank down to his feet. Kohaku’s pleasure transformed into rage.
“What are you doing?!?” it hissed. “I didn’t tell you to let go! Strangle her until she’s dead!” The puppet turned to attack. He drew out a fuda. Kohaku shook its head.
“Such a pity,” it said. “You were the perfect tool!” Kohaku waved its hand in the air. The puppet started to choke on its own blood that the puppet master filled in his throat and broke down into bloody dust. Kohaku smirked.
“Pathetic,” it mumbled. Anna lied on the ground, still recovering. She saw what happened. That Tsuzuki may have been an illusion, but that just wasn’t right. Kohaku turned to its victim. Its lips curved into a smirk.
“Oh well,” the kitsune said. “Looks like I’ll have to kill myself. Such a pain, but it is what it is.” Anna glared at him.
“Spare your crap,” Kohaku said. “You’ll be dead again, anyway!” Kohaku sailed over with a knife that he forged from his mind in his hand. Anna waited with some mocking intent to her. The kitsune huddled over her body, ready to strike.
“Pray,” it hissed. The kitsune raised the knife above his head. Anna did not react. She wasn’t giving the creature the satisfaction.
But then, Kohaku paused. The knife dropped out of its hand as realization washed over its face.
“Mother?” the kitsune asked. Anna herself looked puzzled. Mother?/, she thought. /What does that mean?
Suddenly, Kohaku was shot in the back. The kitsune gasped aloud as the bullet hit its spine. Both it and Anna glanced up at the intruder. Hisoka walked forward with a gun in his hand. Kohaku’s face changed to disappointment.
“My love, you won our game, congratulations,” it said. The puppet master faded back to reality. Hisoka sneered as he lowered his gun.
“I never wanted to play anyway,” he mumbled. The Shinigami turned to Anna.
“You okay?” he asked as he walked over to her. Anna gave him an awkward smile.
“Yeah,” she said.
“Can you get up?”
Anna made a face at him. “I don’t get it.”
Anna forced herself to sitting. “Why are you doing this for me?”
“Never mind that now! Get up and let’s get out of here!”
Hisoka held out his hand and helped her to her feet. Anna looked around.
“Which way out?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” the boy said. “My guess is that we just need to wake up.”
The endless dark maze vanished. Tsuzuki, Anna, and Hisoka woke up back in the room.
Sunday. Shichiro was packing him and his wife’s bag. The trip turned out to be a tense one. Kohaku had failed and the gift went bust. Amaya got pissed off and didn’t want to talk for the rest of the day. Her husband trembled. Suddenly, Club Orange and room 130 became a colder place.
Oh shit/, he thought. /I’ve got to make it up to her somehow. The man’s thoughts were interrupted when he heard the bathroom door opening. He looked up and saw Amaya walking into their room. She cut him a cold glare. Shichiro gave her a nervous titter.
“Happy anniversary, dear…” he mumbled. The icy silence made it worse. Amaya snorted at him.
“You’re pathetic!” she snapped. She grabbed her luggage and stormed out of the room. Shichiro sighed. Oh boy…