Anna goes home and takes a shower. However, a nasty surprise awaits her. Surreal rape scene here.
Chapter Three: You are My Angel:
Kabukicho, Tokyo. Present Day.
A twenty-something hooker romanced the street looking for a john. Tonight had been rough. All of the good men had been taken. She had to her someone tonight. The hooker kept wandering the streets. Not many people were out in Kabukicho tonight. /Rightfully so/, she thought. Fishnets and a summer school uniform were not a good choice in December. The hooker shivered as the wind blew past her skirt.
I need a man and dinner/, she thought. /I need a drink.
However, she looked up and saw her first wish. A potential john stumbled out of a pachinko parlor. Not exactly the type of man she wanted. Sleep escaped him. The hooker wondered if anyone was missing a mental patient in the area. He probably hadn’t changed clothes since last night either. The hooker sneered a bit, but a man was a man.
/ Right…/, she thought. The whore straightened herself up and approached the man. Her potential john looked up and saw a tasty treat with long silky black hair in a schoolgirl uniform. She gave him a cute, little smile.
“You look a little lonely tonight,” she said. “Come with me. I make good company.” The man’s crooked teeth nearly made her jump as he smiled at her. She prayed he would say no. But, he licked his lips at her.
“Sure, I would love that,” he said. The hooker forced herself to smile.
“Okay, let’s go,” she said. They headed down the street. An uneasy feeling crept up in her. Halfway to her favorite love hotel, the man stopped. The hooker looked up at him.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. The man didn’t speak. She kept her eyes on him.
“Sir?” she asked. “Sir?” The hooker shook him on the shoulder.
“Sir? Sir?” she asked. Suddenly, the man whipped around and grabbed her by the arms.
“Let me go!” she cried. The man slapped her in the face.
“Shut up, bitch!” he barked. The hooker whimpered at him. He dragged down a nearby alley, beat, and robbed her. He took off with her purse into the night. The bloodied and battered whore crawled out into the streets.
“Help!” she cried. “Stop him! He’s got my purse! Stop him!”
Elsewhere, Anna made it back to Kimoto Manor. Dead silence in the dark. /Seita and Yoko-chan must already be asleep/, she thought. The woman took off her shoes in the doorway and walked down the hall. She slipped into the bathroom, got undressed, and turned on the shower.
As the hot water ran over her shapely, hourglass body, Anna’s mind wandered back to Tsuzuki. He still hadn’t called her back. Did something happen to him?/, she thought. Her heart began to ache. /Asato-kun, where are you?
Silence came back when she cut the water off. Anna stepped out and wrapped a white towel around her body. Suddenly, an icy breath hit her nape. Anna whirled around with a gasp. Violet eyes stared deep into her greenish-brown ones. Anna backed up a bit.
“Asato-kun?” she asked. “Is that you?”
“Yes,” Tsuzuki answered. “I am here.” Anna’s heart leapt wildly.
“Where’ve you been?” she asked. “You haven’t called or been to work. Did something happen?” Tsuzuki didn’t answer her. He closed the door behind him.
“Anna-chan, you are so beautiful,” he said in a low voice. Anna blinked at him.
“I’m flattered, but what’s going on with you?” she said. Tsuzuki stepped closer to her. She saw no warmth in his eyes. They looked cold and dead in fact. His face came within inches of hers.
“So beautiful,” he whispered. “I want to show my love to you right now.”
“Show your love? What are you talking about?!?” she snapped. Tsuzuki forced a kiss on her lips. Anna tried to push him off.
“Asato-kun!!! What’s gotten into you?!?” she cried. “You’re scarring me!” She tried to leave, but the Shinigami grabbed her wrist. Anna tried to pull away.
“Let me go!” she screamed. Tsuzuki shook his head.
“But I want to show you my love,” he said. Anna’s eyes widened in fear as he pushed her down to the bathroom floor.
“Asato-kun, no! No!” she cried out. Her cries fell on deaf ears, however. Tsuzuki sank to his knees over her and ripped open her towel. He unzipped his trousers and slid them down. Anna found herself unable to move.
My body… so heavy. My body feels so heavy.
Tsuzuki slid down his boxers and pushed her pale thighs apart.
The temple had been vacant for three days. The priest went on retreat. So far, the temple had been untouched and still looked fresh. But, the goddesses felt lonely without him.
One night, a thief broke into the pristine temple. He only had one motive tonight in the pitch blackness. He whipped out a bat and smashed up the glass walls and cases. He used a knife to cut up the sandalwood frames. The knife cut up the velvet pink curtains and the rice white screen doors. He knocked the cased oil down all over the alter. The thief all of the goddesses’ fine treasures.
Finally, he came to the holy pool. The thief beheld such cool water.
“Wow,” he murmured. He slid open the glass and dripped his fingers inside. Like a savage bear, he drank up as if it would be his last drink. When drinking wasn’t enough, the thief stripped down and took a bath. He relaxed in an endless sea of water. Best that he ever had.
After his bath, the thief redressed and abandoned the ruined temple.
Tsuzuki sat up, panting. His cold, violet eyes trailed down to his beloved. Anna lied before him on her towel, naked and catatonic. He reached forward and pushed aside her loose strands from her pale face.
“Oh Anna-chan, you are so beautiful,” he said. He kissed her again on the lips. Tsuzuki reached forward and wrapped the towel around her body.
“I’ll cover you up so you’ll have your dignity when they find you,” he whispered. The Shinigami sat Anna up against the back wall and kissed her on the lips once more.
“Farewell,” he whispered. Then, Tsuzuki disappeared into the night.