Tsuzuki goes to Watari to ask for a blood test to see if the Mother is feeding on him or not.
Chapter Eight: Ask Questions:
Tsuzuki came by Watari’s lab the next afternoon. He knocked on the door.
“Watari,” he said. “I have something to ask you. Are you too busy right now?” He backed up when the door opened. Watari peeked out. A grin came on his face.
“Ah, Tsuzuki,” he said. “Just the person I wanted to see.” His friend blinked.
“Why?” he asked. Watari got close in his face.
“I want to show you something!” he said. Tsuzuki made an odd face.
“Look,” he said. “If this is another weird experiment of yours…”
“No, no!” the blonde scientist said. “You’ll want to see this. Come on!” Watari pulled him inside before he could protest. Tsuzuki still didn’t trust him.
“What is this?” he asked. Watari grinned and showed him the computer screen. His friend looked and saw a soul with a bright white light in the chest.
“Huh?” he asked. Watari smiled.
“Look familiar?” he asked. Tsuzuki squinted for a better look.
“No…” he said.
“Well, look at this,” Watari said. He pulled up another file on his laptop. Tsuzuki looked to see the same picture as the first.
“Okay…” he said. “So?”
“Look at the name,” Watari said. His friend did so. His eyes widened in surprise.
“Kimono Anna?” he asked. Watari nodded.
“Yes,” he said. He pulled up the first file.
“This is form the file of that hostess in Kabukicho,” he said. Tsuzuki turned to him.
“You mean, she…” he started to say. Watari nodded.
“To be honest,” he said. “I don’t have the full details yet. I will need to bring that girl in for further testing.” Tsuzuki blinked.
“I don’t understand,” he said.
“Understand what?” the scientist asked.
“Why are you showing me this?” his friend asked. Watari to him with a serious face.
“Are you familiar with the core case that my section is investigating?” he asked.
“The core harvesting case,” he said. “Right.” Watari tapped his laptop screen.
“This is the breakthrough that I was looking for,” he said. “That only will we stop the harvesting process, I will finally get to study the core for more answers.” Tsuzuki nodded at this revelation.
“I see,” he said. Watari looked at his friend.
“Is there something you wanted?” he asked. Tsuzuki eyed him.
“Huh?” he asked.
“You said you had a question about something,” the scientist said. “So, what is it?” It took Tsuzuki a moment to get the question.
“Oh,” he said. The man looked Watari in the eye.
“Take a sample of my blood,” he said. His friend fought to keep down his excitement.
“May I ask why?” he questioned. Tsuzuki looked around for a moment.
“Promise you won’t tell anyone yet?” he whispered.
“Okay,” the scientist said. “What is it?” Tsuzuki spotted a scalpel nearby on the counter and picked it up. Watari’s eyes widened in shock.
“Tsuzuki!” he shouted as his friend cut his own hand. Tsuzuki threw down the scalpel.
“Look at it!” he said. “Look at it!” Watari looked down at the cut. It didn’t take him long to see what Tsuzuki was getting at.
“Why isn’t it healing now?” he asked.
“That’s the problem,” his friend said.
“How long has it been like this?” he asked.
“A few days,” Tsuzuki replied.
“A few days?” Watari asked. The older Shinigami nodded.
“You don’t think her kitsune’s starting to feed, do you?” he asked. “I hope not.” Watari looked on at him.
“And that’s why you want a test to see,” he said.
“Yes,” the other Shinigami said. His friend nodded.
“I understand,” he said. “Come with me.” Tsuzuki nodded and followed behind.
Moments later, Watari wiped a fresh syringe clean. Tsuzuki sat on the other side of the room with his right sleeve rolled up. He drew in a deep breath.
“How long will this take?” he asked.
“Not long,” Watari replied. “Just relax, will you?” Tsuzuki nodded. The scientist Shinigami turned to his friend. He walked up to the older Shinigami.
“Now,” he said. “Look that way.” Watari pointed to the left. Tsuzuki complied. The scientist wiped down the skin with rubbing alcohol and drew blood from his right arm. Tsuzuki winded and shut his eyes. Watari drew out his needle.
“I’m done,” he said. His friend looked up in relief.
“So, how long before I get the results back?” he asked.
“Three days,” Watari said. His friend chuckled nervously.
/Oh boy…/, he thought. That seemed rather long. The man didn’t enjoy this.