Notes: Odds are Durarara and Even are DGray-Man
Halo Thirteen/Key Eight: Seals:
I: Missing Posters:
Yamato made his way through the park. He shoved his hands into his pockets. Tomoya was supposed to meet up with him today. But, the older tadpole had a job interview today.
“What’s the point?” Yamato asked.
“We need the money,” Tomoya said. “Our mission is not cheap. Erina and Hifumi are doing their best. But it doesn’t feel right to make them do all the work.” Yamato sighed.
“Fair enough,” he said. “We’ll have to work out that part later.” So now, Yamato was alone. Shuichi and Norio were in the new base at work. The older girls were working. Reo was with Shinra. He didn’t know where Sur was.
Yamato wondered off into the woods behind the park. So many trees. The birds sang overhead. The green nearly blinded him. The sounds made his ears ring. He could smell everything around him. He should’ve been used to this by now. Yamato shook his head to himself. The tadpole closed his eyes. His mind went back to a sea of memories. He remembered making rice cakes with his grandma. She had strong hands for her age. Still did, in fact. Yamato frowned to himself.
She used to treat him like he was strong. Only his grandma could understand him. When he came back from Chou Mori, she saw him as fragile.
“Are you okay?” she would ask. Are you okay? Yamato gritted his teeth. He hated that question so much. She always looked so sad around him.
“I’m okay,” he would insist. She wouldn’t say a word. Only that sad little smile.
Yamato gritted his teeth. Just thinking about that smile pissed him off.
Then, he paused.
The tadpole happened to look around him. None of the trees and brown grass looked familiar to him. Did I wander out too far? Yamato took a long look around him. At first, nothing looked out of place. But then, he looked behind him. A small dark blue tent sat between two skinny trees. Upon a closer look, it looked it hadn’t survived the rainy season. It was a miracle that it was still standing. Yamato could see through the other side with the giant holes.
That wasn’t the only thing he found.
A double-sized futon lay nearly camouflaged in the grass. The dents and the mess said it had just been slept in. A fire pit looked like it had just been put out. Yamato tilted his head.
“Who was camping out here?” he asked. The worst of it would be there when he turned around.
A group of trees stood inches away from him. When Yamato turned around, something else caught his eye. Every single tree had a missing persons poster on them. These weren’t new either. Yamato walked over for a closer look. Some looked brand new. Others looked wrinkled, old, and faded. Each poster came from all over the country from different years. They came from Hokkaido to Okinawa. The earliest the posters dated back was 1981. Yamato took a step back.
“Damn, that is creepy,” he said. The tadpole found himself slowly backing away.
Here they went again.
The mistress began to smirk. “Time to play.” Allen glared at her. He would not play her game. But she would see otherwise.
“On your knees,” she commanded. Like he had a choice. The angel sank to his knees. Road’s lips curved into a smirk. She would break him down piece by piece.
“Excellent,” she said. “Come to me.” Allen cursed himself in his head as he crawled forward. His mistress patted him on the head.
“Good boy,” she cooed. “Good boy.” Road now had the look of a thirsty demon on her face. And now the games could begin.
III: Little Shoes
Little shoes have been appearing all over Ikebukuro. Some were attached to the trees in the park. Some sat on the sidewalk. Some were even on the power lines. There was something weird about these shoes. They were all… children’s shoes.
Nobody could figure out why they were there.
“You keep seeing them too, huh?” Goro asked.
“Uh-huh,” Akane said. They looked four pairs of sneakers near a puddle in the road. These weren’t any special sneakers. They looked worn out and beat up. The outside was covered in mud. Neither child dared to go near them. In fact, everyone tried to avoid the little shoes. How long had these shoes had been there?
That particular day it was raining. Akane and Goro should’ve been at their respective homes. But those worn, muddy sneakers commanded their attention. They had to get to the bottom of this mystery. The children held their orange lanterns by their sides. Akane and Goro didn’t speak at first. They kept their eyes forward in fact.
“What will we do after we… you know?” Akane asked. Goro didn’t turn his head.
“I don’t know,” he said. All chatter fell as they came to the street where the sneakers were still sitting. The children looked at each other. They held their lanterns at their sides. Akane and Goro took one more look at each other before walking up to the shoes. The little mob princess froze when she looked in the puddle.
“Goro, look!” she said, pointing to the surface of the water.
“Huh?” the boy asked as he turned to look. Both saw four skinny little legs reflected in the water. They hoovered above the old muddy shoes. When the living children looked up, there was nothing there. Goro covered his mouth.
“This must be…” he said in a low voice. The legs reflected in the water as the rain poured on. The children in the water said one thing. Only one thing that the living children could barely make out. But it still chilled Akane and Goro to their guts.
“We are coming.”
She had so much that she wanted to do with him. Here he was at her mercy. Road ran her fingers along his back.
“You are so beautiful,” she whispered in his ear. Allen wouldn’t even look at her. Her voice made his stomach turn. Road moved around and kissed him on the lips again. He didn’t try to push her off. He’s lost that will. She bit down on his lower lip. Allen shivered as a little bit blood slipped into her mouth. Road drew back, smiling. Already, she knew what she wanted to do. Allen’s eyes widened when he saw the look on her face.
“What?” he asked. Road walked forward with a sway in her step. She grabbed him by the hair again.
“I have a new game for us to play,” she said. Road tried not to laugh but filled miserably. Allen began to panic as she dragged him over to her bed. He fell back with a plop. The mistress climbed on top.
She can only see red.
Chiharu panted heavily. How many days had it been? The hunger turned in her body. She gasped in pain. The faint whispering wouldn’t stop.
Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.
Her heart pounded against her chest. The past few days disappeared in a blur. How many people had she eaten? Ten? Twenty? Fifty?
Chiharu’s body trembled.
She always woke up covered in blood. The angel would find herself surrounded by blood and guts. Her mouth would be covered in blood. Their empty dead eyes haunted her. The only thing Chiharu could do was to go and hunt for more. The hunger took control of her mind and body.
Speaking of which, Chiharu froze. There it was again. She needed more. There was only one thing to do. The angel crouched down on the ground and took off through the city again. No one could see her running by.
Mikado and Masaomi walked around the streets with stun guns in hand.
“Do you see her anywhere yet?” Masaomi asked.
“No,” Mikado said. They had been searching for three days. The body count kept rising. The boys needed to find Chiharu and fast. Suddenly, Mikado’s phone buzzed. He took it out of his jacket pocket.
“What is it?” Masaomi asked.
“A text from Kurosawa-san,” Mikado said. “She’s spotted Hashimoto running towards the Sunshine 60 Building.”
“Alright,” his friend said. “Let’s go.” The tadpole boy grabbed his friend by the hand and took off running like a rocket.
She bit into his neck. Allen clenched his teeth, refusing to scream. He was not going to submit to her game. No, not this time. Road looked him in the eye.
“What shall we play today?” she asked. He didn’t answer. She smirked at the rage in his eyes. Fine. She is in the mood for a challenge. How would he take on this?
Road grabbed him by the shoulder and flipped him onto his stomach. Allen tried to look up but she forced his head forward. Her lips came within inches of his ear.
“I am going to change that attitude of yours,” she purred in his ear. The monster playfully nipped him on the right ear. Allen winced as he tried not to picture what would be coming next.
Road on the other hand could already see how this was going to play out. And she enjoyed every second of it.
VII: Neighbor Next Door:
Saburo finally made it home for the evening. Erika and Walker wore him out with their otaku chatter. Kadota’s mind seemed to be elsewhere. Probably on that strange girl they saw the other day. Who knows? He just wanted to go to bed.
Saburo started to unlock the door. But then he paused. He turned and looked up next door. A woman stood at that door. She had her eyes focused downwards. Her clothing looked disheveled. Her dress was stained and wrinkled. Her long black hair didn’t know what a comb was. She seemed to be mumbling to herself. Saburo gave her a strange look.
“Hey,” he said. “Are you okay?” The woman didn’t answer. She didn’t even look up.
“Hello?” he asked. “You okay? Hello? Hello?” His neighbor still didn’t answer. She just opened her door and walked inside. Saburo just stood there as the door swung closed.
“That was weird,” he muttered to himself. He would’ve left it at that if there weren’t more strange things that followed.
Around three in the morning, Saburo awoke to pounding on his door. The man grumbled as he wandered down the hall.
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” Saburo shouted. He made it to the door and opened it wide. A confused look came over his face. A woman in her mid-forties in a bathrobe stood outside. She had a panicked look on her face. Saburo blinked for a minute.
“Suzuki?” he asked. “What are you doing here?” The woman shuffled in place as if to calm herself down.
“Hey, have you heard anything about Yamashita-san?” Suzuki asked. At first, the lights didn’t turn on for the van driver.
“Yamashita-san?” Saburo asked.
“Yes, she lives next door to you,” Suzuki said. It took a moment to connect the dots. He remembered that strange woman standing at her door mumbling to herself. She didn’t even acknowledge him before going into her apartment.
“Okay… what about her?” he asked. A grave look came across his neighbor’s face.
“She’s dead,” Suzuki said in a soft voice. “She hanged herself.”
“When did this happen?” Saburo asked.
“Three weeks ago,” she said. “They just now found the body.” He slowly shook his head.
“That can’t be right,” the man said. “I just saw her yesterday.”
“No, come look,” Suzuki said. She led him to the stairs and pointed to the ground. The EMT’s were loaded a covered body into a silent ambulance parked in the street. Police spoked with the neighbors below. Saburo couldn’t make sense of any of it.
“The landlady found her like that last night when neighbors kept complaining about the smell and Yamashita-san hadn’t been paying her bills,” Suzuki added.
“Then… who was that I saw yesterday?” Saburo asked.
She brought out her kit today. Road looked at all of the tools on the floor.
Cat o’ Nine Tails
A giant black strap-on
Road looked at all of her tools and smirked. Good, everything was all here. Now they could begin. The monster smirked as turned to face Allen still lying face down on her bed. She walked over and got to work.
They are everywhere now. As more gates open, more bakeneko appear. Some even cover the whole street. Now, more people see them. Some can ignore them. Other’s can’t.
Tetsu backed away from the window, shaking. Eight bakeneko stared at him from across the apartment. He gulped as he closed the curtain.
“Are you okay?” Taichi asked from the kitchen. Tetsu turned around, smiling.
“Yeah,” he lied. “I’m fine.” Taichi watched on from the table.
“You can see them too?” he asked. The tadpole froze.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“You’re shaking,” his boyfriend said.
“Huh?” the fire tadpole asked as he looked down at his hand. His right hand shook as he grabbed the edge of the sink. He started to make holes into the counter. Tetsu let go of it.
“I’m so sorry,” he said. Taichi stood up and patted him on the shoulder.
“It’s okay,” he whispered. “I am here for you.” That should’ve helped Tetsu. He gave his partner a sad smile.
“What’s the matter?” Taichi asked. The tadpole boy lowered his eyes.
“You can see them too, can’t you?” he whispered. Taichi didn’t speak at first.
“Yes,” he whispered.
“For how long?”
“A couple of months now.”
Tetsu started to tremble. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want to upset you. You already had so much going on with this whole tadpole thing. If I told you, you would freak out more.” Taichi frowned when he saw the look on his partner’s face.
“Tetsu-kun, look at me,” he said. “Look at me.” The fire tadpole lifted his eyes upwards. Taichi gave him a small smile.
“I was only trying to protect you,” he said in a low voice.
“H-H-How do you manage to stay calm around them?” Tetsu asked. “Every time I see them, I freak out.”
“I just ignore them,” his partner said. At first, the fire tadpole looked confused.
“What?” he asked.
“It’s easier than you think,” Taichi said. “You just need to find something to distract you.” Tetsu was about to open his mouth but his boyfriend quickly kissed him. The tadpole’s heart pounded in his chest. He struggled to comprehend where this was going before giving into the kiss.
The boys ended up kissing all the way into the living room. Tetsu was pushed back onto the couch. When he looked up at the apartment window, three bakeneko sat watching him. Taichi grabbed the tadpole by the cheeks and turned his face to his.
“Don’t focus on them!” he said. “Focus on me!” Taichi took off his shirt and tossed it across the room. He dove in for another kiss. Tetsu kissed him back. His partner reached down and slid off his shirt. The tadpole let himself go into Taichi’s distraction plan.
Moments later, Tetsu lay awake in his boyfriend’s arms. He smiled as he looked at Taichi’s sleeping face. Well, he was right about the distraction part. His gaze turned to their window. The three bakeneko still outside, watching him. Tetsu started to panic but tightly shut his eyes.
Don’t pay them any mind. Just ignore them and they will leave you alone. Just ignore them. Just ignore them.
Tetsu slowly opened his eyes. The bakeneko were gone. The fire tadpole relaxed. Maybe this could help him cope.
First, she gagged him. The ring gag first. Road made sure it was nice and tight. Allen didn’t put up a fight. He couldn’t if he wanted to. His mistress stood back, smirking. She drew out a small knife. Road’s fingers ran down his back.
“Where is the right place to cut?” she asked. This didn’t surprise him. Road looked down at him, studying the skin. One space needed to be cleared enough to do this. The mistress frowned.
“No good,” she muttered. Road paused. She flipped Allen over onto his back. The angel tried to figure out what she was doing. He couldn’t speak clearly because of the gag. Road studied the front side of his body for a moment. She narrowed her eyes. Her fingers ran down to the middle of his chest. She stopped above his heart.
“Ah,” the monster said. Road picked up her knife and stuck the tip of the blade into the skin. Allen winced at the lingering pain. His mistress began to move her knife. She didn’t use long strokes either. No, each stroke was short and deep. Allen wanted to scream but the gag prevented this. His body tried to wince away from the knife. Road gritted her teeth.
“Keep still!” she snapped. “I have to finish this before we can begin!” Allen’s eyes widened. Wait… Don’t tell me…
Road finished with the last cuts in his chest. She drew out her knife and looked at her handy work. Her lips curved into a smirk.
“It’s beautiful!” she said. Against his better judgment, Allen looked down at his chest. His eyes widened as he screamed through is gag. Road had carved an R and the Kanji for “slave” into her pet’s chest.
XI: Accident on the Road:
Chiho stood on the side of the road again. She had just now started to remember the day she died. The ghost held her head and moaned.
“What seems to be the problem?” someone asked. Chiho paused and turned her head. Azazel walked towards her with his hands in his pockets.
“Good evening,” he greeted her. The ghost shivered as she backed away.
“W-W-Who are you?” she asked.
“Aw, do not fear me, my dear,” the demonic man said. “I come with an offer for you.” The female ghost gave him a strange look.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Don’t you want to know who hit you?” Azazel asked. Chiho’s eyes grew wide.
“What?” she asked. “You know who killed me?”
“No,” he admitted. “But I can track them down for you. If you do something for me in return.” Chiho froze. Her mind went back to the day she died.
Chiho’s boyfriend was running late because of work. They didn’t have cell phones back then either. She waited in front of the coffee shop they were supposed to meet up at. When she did see him across the street, she grew excited. The woman ended up running across the street to meet her boyfriend.
But a dark green Honda came speeding down the street. She could never see the driver’s face. By the time Chiho turned her head, it was too late. She went sailing through the air before hitting the asphalt. The last thing she saw was the driver getting into their car and driving away.
“They didn’t stop,” Chiho said in a trembling voice. “They just left me to die!” Azazel watched as her anger started to bubble. The ghost snapped her head forward.
“What do you need me to do?” she asked. The demon’s lips curved into a smirk.
“Excellent,” Azazel said. “First, we need to talk.” His tone made Chiho realize just what she had agreed to.
Road blew on the fresh wounds. Allen winced at the sensation. She made it worse by licking up the blood. This was low even for her. She branded me. She actually did it.
She flipped him onto his stomach. She bound his hands behind his back. Road took the time to make the knots nice and tight. The mistress sat back, smirking.
“Now we can really play!” she said. “Crop or nine tails?” The monster looked down at Allen. He still had the look of shock from being branded. One look at his ass told her what she needed to use.
“Crop it is, then,” Road said. She picked up the riding crop. The feel of the real leather made the monster smile. She turned back to Allen and pulled him into her lap.
“How many licks do you want?” she asked. The angel screamed something through his gag. Road giggled.
“Ten licks then,” she said. She raised her riding crop high above her head.
Allen screamed through his gag. Whack! Whack! Whack! The angel started moaning just before the fifth whack. Road paused with a curious look on her face with the crop in the air.
“Are you enjoying this?” she asked. Allen moaned as he shook his head. Road turned his face to look at her. One look at the pupils in his eyes gave her the answer that she needed.
“Heh,” the monster said. “I love how you say no but your eyes betray you.” Whack! Whack! Whack! She could feel him getting hard against her thigh. Just three more to go.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Road lowered her riding crop.
“Now I’m bored,” she said. The monster paused when she heard whimpering underneath her. She looked down to see Allen looking up at her with big eyes. Road giggled.
“Aw, do you want more?” she asked. Allen gave her a weak nod. His mistress smirked at the pitiful look in his eyes.
“Heh, alright,” she said. “But first…” Road pushed aside her pet and walked over to her table across the room. She picked up the blindfold and walked over to Allen. She blinded him with the leather material and moved him back over her knee. Her lips gently leaned down to his left ear.
“This will make this more interesting,” she whispered. Hearing her say that made Allen shiver. Road smirked and raised her crop again.
XIII: Have You Passed Through This Night?
-Three Nights Ago-
Emi turned to Mikado on his futon. “Tell me, what will you do when the end comes?” The tadpole boy lifted his head.
“Huh?” he asked.
“What will you do when the end comes?” she asked again.
“I… I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t want to think about that.” They’ve had this conversation before. He didn’t have an answer then either.
“But you will have to,” Emi said. “The end is coming after all.”
“No,” Mikado said. “It can’t be. I won’t let it!” Emi took hold of his hand.
“I know you won’t,” she said. “But how are you going to do that? Have you even passed through this night?” Mikado lifted his head.
“You’ve asked me this before and I still don’t know what you mean,” he said. Emi gave him a little smile.
“I don’t think I can explain it to you now,” she said. Mikado frowned.
“Look,” Emi said. “You will be able to stop this. You aren’t alone. You have me. You have all of us. You have an army at your disposable.” She was right. Mikado had the Dollars, Purgatory, his fellow tadpoles, and countless admirers who would do anything to win his affection. Emi had a strong grasp on his hands.
“Use us in any way you see fit,” she said. That was phrase was all it took for Mikado to see what he needed to do next.
“Any way?” he asked.
“Yes,” Emi said. Mikado sat up on his futon.
“I need you to look after Anri,” he said.
“Done,” the prostitute said. “We will be watching her around the clock!”
“Thank you,” the tadpole boy said. He blushed as she kissed him on the cheek. Emi’s lips curved into a catlike smile.
Road tossed aside her crop and panted.
“Well, that was good,” she said. The monster looked down at Allen with his ass red and sore.
“What shall we play next?” she asked. Her voice sounded so distant to her pet.
“What should we do next?” she asked. Allen glanced up at her. He wasn’t fully there anymore. Meanwhile, Aizen was happily having another feast. His mistress smiled as the wheels in her head started to turn. Allen’s heart jumped into his throat.
No… Please… No more. What else could you possibly do to me?
The hungry look in Road’s eyes made him panic. She rose to her feet.
“I have just the thing,” the monster said. Allen froze in his gag. Road walked up to him. She broke into a huge grin.
“I always wanted to try this,” Road purred in his ear. Allen squealed behind his gag as his pulse quickened. His mistress giggled and blindfolded him again. She walked over to her table and grabbed the items she would need next.
XV: The Body:
Three detectives stood around the body. Fear remained permanently in the victim’s eyes. The lead detective tilted her head.
“Any id?” she asked.
“The name is Yamada Eriko,” her partner said. “She was the caretaker of Nakashima-san.”
“Ah,” the female detective said. “What about Nakashima-san?”
“He’s been in the hospital due to illness,” her other partner said. “His children are with him down.”
“I see,” the female detective said. She turned to the maid. The forty-something woman still looked shaken up from the discovery. The maid looked up when the detective stood in front of her.
“Are you okay?” she asked. The maid shook her head.
“Did Yamada-san have any known enemies?” the detective asked. The older woman had a grim look on her face.
“No,” she whispered.
“Want to take a walk to calm down?” the younger woman asked. The maid nodded.
“Okay,” the detective said. She walked the maid away from the crime scene. Her colleagues looked around at the yen bills on the floor.
“What type of message do you think the killer was sending?” one of them asked. The other detective looked at the bills on the floor and in the victim’s mouth.
“I would say don’t be a greedy pig,” he said. “At least that’s what I am getting from this.” The man looked down at the body. Something about the MO looked so familiar…
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Allen could barely keep his body up. Minutes earlier, he heard a clicking noise. Footsteps walked up towards him. The buzzing started off soft. Road walked over to her blindfolded and gagged pet. It amazed her that he hadn’t tried to escape by now. Looked Aizen was really getting to his full potential.
“I have a new little toy for you,” Road said. The angel froze at her words. No… She patted him on the head.
“I have a little vibrating friend for you,” the monster whispered. She reached over her bed and pulled out a bottle of lube. The cap opened with a pop. Allen shivered as he felt the cold water-based gel filling his hole. His body tensed up as two fingers slid in and out.
“Oh!” Road said. “Looks like you don’t really need for me to do much more. But a little more won’t hurt, will it?” Allen could only moan through his gag. Road laughed as she continued her prep work.
Suddenly, she withdrew her fingers. Allen started to whimper, feeling cold. Road smirked at his reaction. She held up the long fat black vibrator in her hand.
“Do you want me to start off slow with this toy?” she asked. Allen quickly shook his head. Road raised her eyebrow.
“You want it really fast?” she asked. He nodded with shame as he whimpered.
“Heh, bold little boy, aren’t you?” she asked. Road cranked the vibrator to highest notch and shoved it into the hole. Allen moaned at the humiliating sensation. His mistress snickered as she picked up a giant cat ’o nine tails.
XVII: Little Reapers:
Izaya tried to ignore it at first but it grew more frequent. He noticed more and more children frowning and waving at him. They looked so creepy as they did so. One minute, they would be all upbeat and child-like. But when they saw him, the children would go quiet. The looks in their eyes could turn cold. They would glare at him as they gave him a little wave. It happened this morning, in fact.
He had just come out of a net café. Izaya couldn’t trust his two remaining apartments anymore. Whoever bombed the first one and had him swatted probably wasn’t done with him yet. He needed to find who it was and put an end to it. Sadly, they were just as good as covering their tracks as he was with his planning. The information broker needed to come at it from a different angle.
However, something else caught his attention.
A girl about six years old stood across the street from him. She looked so cute in her long little white dress. Her long black hair hung around her sides like a little cape. This child almost looked like a little angel. Almost. She too had a cold look in her eyes. The little girl raised her little hand and waved at him. Izaya had been ignoring it up until this point. But something about this child made him shiver.
Suddenly, a lady rushed out the convenient store and grabbed the little girl by the hand. Her assumed daughter perked up as she was led away. The feeling of unease didn’t leave the pit of Izaya’s stomach.
“I’m home,” Izaya said. Kururi perked up from the couch.
“Welcome home, brother!” she said in cutesy voice. Her joy faded away when she noticed the look on his face.
“What’s the matter?” she asked. Izaya shook his head as he closed the door behind him.
“Hey, Kururi,” he said. His sister had her eyes locked on him.
“What?” she asked.
“Have you noticed anything strange about the kids?” Izaya asked.
“Even more strange than usual?” his sister asked. The information broker nodded. Kururi took a moment to think.
“No,” she said. “Why do you ask?” Izaya shook his head.
“Oh, no reason,” he lied. Kururi had a confused look on her face as her brother waltzed back to his room. The door closed further down the hall. He didn’t need for her to see how panicked he was. Her response alone told him all that he needed to know.
Meanwhile, two children dressed in long white robes floated outside watching him with scythes in their hands. They had only one thought in mind.
XVIII: First Base
The line between pleasure and pain can be easily blurred. Allen learned that really quickly. His muzzled moans filled the room. Road didn’t relent with the whips of her cat o’ nine tails. Her whipping got faster and faster. Aizen enjoyed the sensation as well. Road looked down at Allen’s back. Another thought ran through her mind.
“I have another idea,” she said aloud. Allen froze but found himself unable to think straight. He let out a muffled respond.
“Heh,” was all Road said. She set down her cat o’ nine tails and walked back over to her table. She picked up another small knife and walked over to Allen. The monster looked over his back through the scarring. Could she even pull it off and make it look nice?
It would be worth a shot.
Road ran her fingers down his spine. She moved her hand up his back again. The monster finally settled on the back of his right shoulder. Her lips curved into a smile.
“Perfect,” she said. The monster picked up her knife.
Allen screamed through his gag. He could feel the tip of the blade digging into his skin. The movements weren’t as big as the ones on his chest were. Road smiled as she worked. Each cut made her that much thirstier. It took all of her self-control to finish her work. After the last stroke, she drew back her knife. Her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.
“It’s beautiful!” she said. Part of Allen wished that he could turn and look up. More whip lashes ended up distracting him instead. Road came in with more force due to her hunger.
XIX: Lost Child:
She heard the call again. Now, she didn’t have anywhere to go. She couldn’t stay in that shop forever. The situation had shifted for her to go on the run and pick up her unknown mission again.
-Seventy-Two Hours Earlier-
The man of the ramen shop decided to call the police.
“119, what is your emergency?” the operator asked.
“Um… I have a lost child in my restaurant,” the man said. “She’s been with me for a couple weeks now.”
“Do you know anything about her?” the operator asked.
“No,” he said. “She doesn’t seem to know anything about herself either. I tried talking to her, but she won’t give me any answers.”
“Is she hurt in anyway?”
“Except for a large scar on her right eye, no. Not from what I saw.”
“Where is the child now?”
“In my kitchen at the Lucky Noodle shop. I’m in Shinjuku. I have a giant crane sign on top of the front. You can’t miss it.”
“Okay, we will send police on the way.”
“Thank you so much. I will try to keep her here until then.” The cook hung up and took a breath.
“Right,” he said to himself. The cook turned and walked back inside. He had convinced himself that he did the right thing.
Moments later, three men dressed in black came to the noodle shop. The owner was just about done setting up for the night shift. A confused look came over his face. Meanwhile, the child stayed hidden in the kitchen. She held her hand to her chest as the men stood outside, waiting. The owner walked over to the glass doors.
“Hey, are you with the police?” he asked.
“Yes,” one of the men said. The shop owner slowly nodded. Something didn’t seem right about this. He slowly backed away from the door.
“Would you like to come in?” he asked. The men didn’t answer as they walked inside. The owner cast a slight glance at the kitchen. Meanwhile, he got a better look at his guests. They all dressed up in nice black suits. One had a pair of sunglasses on. Another’s hat tipped down to hide his face. The shop owner held his phone by his side.
“You guys got here really fast,” he said. “I just called a couple of minutes ago. It must be a slow day for you guys.”
“Yes,” Sunglasses said. Their voices sounded so monotone as they spoke. The third man kept his hands in his pockets.
“I see…” the owner said.
“So where is the child?” the Hat guy asked.
“Oh,” the other man said. “She’s around in the kitchen.” He walked over to the doorway.
“It’s okay, dear,” the owner said. “You can come out. These nice men are going to take you with them. They are going to help you find your…”
Blood ran from the owner’s mouth. He didn’t even get time to react. The tip of the blade came out through his chest on the other side. The man with the shades pulled out the sword and dropped it to his side. The owner fell to the floor with a thud.
“Found her,” the man with his hands in his pockets said. His companions turned to him.
“Where?” Hat man asked. The man drew out his right hand and pointed under the sink. He and his other two companions walked over and opened the cabinet. The child sat under the sink with her knees to her chest. Her little eye was widened as they stared at her. Sunglasses held out his hand.
“You have to come with us,” he said. “You should not exist in this world. The people that let you back in should not have done so. Come back with us. We’ll take you back to where you belong.” The little girl blinked at him.
“I… should exist?” she asked. The sound of her own voice surprised her.
“Yes,” Sunglasses said. “Just come with us.” Something about his voice sounded so soothing to her little ears. He seemed to have put her under a trance with every word. She started to crawl out of her hiding place. The child couldn’t help it. Her fingertips about touched Sunglasses’.
The little girl snapped out it and slapped the man’s hand away. Sunglasses gritted his teeth.
“No!” the child cried.
“You!” he snapped. The little girl took off running as fast as she could out of the ramen shop. Hat guy and Pocket guy tried to grab her but she proved to fast for them. She ran out the door and all way to freedom.
Lately, the child was having strange visions. The room was pitch black with nothing inside. The only thing present was a full-length mirror. On the surface, it looked like an ordinary mirror. But she could hear a voice from the glass. A voice calling out to her.
Ojo-chan. Ojo-chan. Ojo-chan.
Ever since before the shop owner’s death, the child started to have this reoccurring dream. The voice was barely audible but it was there. They desperately wanted to talk to her. She didn’t know who it was or what it meant. All that she knew was that she had to get to Ikebukuro before it was too late.
XX: Second Base:
Road stared at her pet.
“What shall we play next?” she asked. Allen breathed heavily through his nose. Road tried to think. This teasing was fun. But there had to be more. Road looked back at all of her tools. Right now, nothing was calling to her. She didn’t want to ride him just yet. He needed to be broken mentally. Time to get more hands-on.
Road turned off the vibrator. Allen turned his head. He couldn’t see but started whimpering. Aizen jumped around hungry for more. Allen could hear him squealing in his ear. Wait… Had he ever done that before.
Road patted him on the head.
“Don’t you worry,” she purred. “I’m not done with you yet.” The monster turned and walked to her bed. She reached under and pulled out a strange battery-like device. This was gift to her last month. Road kept meaning to use it but never got around to using it.
Road looked up at her pet. She was going to enjoy this. The monster grabbed Allen by the hair and pulled him to his feet. He heard rope tied to wood. His body was pushed back onto her bed. First his right wrist was tied to the headboard. Then the left. Both really tight. Road tugged on his writs. She sat back and smiled. Next, the mistress reached down to her battery and set it on the bed. Road picked the two metal clamps and hooked each one to her pet’s nipples. Allen winced at the pinching sensation on his skin. Road licked her lips at his reaction.
“Perfect,” she said. One flip of the switch and the next round of the game began.
XXI: Mollie the Witch:
Her mind is slipping away. Mollie used to be so beautiful. Now, she’s a hot mess. Hair always never combed. Heavy bags until her glassy eyes. When was the last time she had a bath or got dressed? There is only one maid that will stay with her now. Her husband doesn’t notice. Or rather he does and pretends not to? Where was he anyway?
Okay, let’s back up a bit.
Lately, Mollie has been acting strangely. She giggles to herself and sees things that aren’t there. Mr. Dylan didn’t get what was going on at first.
“Something funny, dear?” he asked. His wife turned to him, smiling.
“No,” she said. Something about how she said that made him shiver. Her husband tilted his head.
“Are you feeling okay?” he asked. Mollie seemed to sway as she walked up to him. She threw her arms around his neck.
“Darling,” she said. “I am fine. I am still here. Why wouldn’t I be?” Scott gently pushed Mollie off. He wasn’t too convinced of his wife’s sanity.
He would be right to be so in the coming weeks.
From the moment Michiko and Masaomi saw her on balcony, Mollie was far gone. Her eyes had no life to them. Michiko’s stomach dropped when she saw what had happened.
“No…” she murmured to herself. Mollie could see them but said nothing. She just turned and walked back into her apartment.
It would get worse since.
Things started to get worse on morning of August tenth. Everything started off fine like it normally did. Scott sat at the table, eating breakfast. Mollie walked by him without a word. Her husband glanced up from his plate.
“Mollie?” he asked. His wife didn’t even look up. Scott held up his cup.
“Why do you keep buying the cheap shit?” he asked. “You know I only wants the rich coffee.” Mollie didn’t even look up. She walked up to the stove and served Scott the rest of his breakfast. Her husband looked down at his plate and sighed.
“Dear, you cooked the omelet rice too long,” he said. “It looks to crisp. How long do you leave it on? Did you really follow the recipe correctly? You never were that good with cooking anyway.” Mollie didn’t say a word as she picked up the heavy skillet and…
Scott fell down on the kitchen floor. His body twitched at his wife’s feet.
Scott lay motionless on the floor in his pajamas. Mollie sat down and finished off her husband’s breakfast. All while the news played in the background.
That was three weeks ago. Mollie just practices her magic and acts like nothing is wrong. She’s starting to let herself go. She barely left the apartment either. The rumors started to spread around the city. Not people visited the Dylans in the first place. Now they definitely wouldn’t now. Mollie smiled to herself behind closed doors.
It’s just another day for her. Meanwhile, Scott’s body was closed up in the hall closet.
How much could his mind take? It was amazing the shocks didn’t throw off his heart. Allen didn’t get time to think about that with Road’s mouth on his stiff cock. She glanced up at him, a hungry devilish look in her eyes. Too bad he couldn’t see her for himself. Maybe she should take the blindfold off. Road shook her head to herself.
Nah. This was fine.
Her tongue flicked the head. Allen’s body jumped as he moaned through the gag. Another hard shock ran through his body. He started shaking like he was having a seizure. Road let up and took a look.
“You okay?” she asked. The monster crawled up to her pet’s face. Allen’s body shook violently. Road tilted her head, frowning. She looked down at her homemade battery. The monster gasped, covering her mouth at the setting. In her excitement, Road turned it up too high. She smacked herself in the forehead.
“Oh no” she said. “How did I not pay attention? I must have underestimated how powerful my battery was.” Road turned to Allen.
“Hang on!” she said. “I’ve got you!” The monster flipped off the battery. Allen’s body settled back into place. He breathed through his gag. Road leaned over him.
“I apologize for that,” she said. She kissed him on the forehead. Her words did come through his brain. She doesn’t mean that. Not in the way that it’s supposed to mean. She wants him to last for this night. He’s no good to her worn out.
“You need a break anyway,” Road told him. She cut away the rope from his wrists. But the gag and blindfold remained. The mistress kissed him on the forehead.
“Rest up,” she told him. “We’re just about to get to the good part.” Road gave him another kiss on the forehead.
“I will be right back,” she whispered in his ear. With one more kiss, the monster walked out of the room. Allen heard her footsteps and the door slam shut. The angel cursed himself in his head.
Why hadn’t he tried to run?
Masaomi came over for another visit. Saki watched him as they sat at the coffee table. Her boyfriend had his phone out once again.
“Is he okay?” Saki asked Masaomi.
“No,” he said. “He won’t be okay until this mess is over.” Masaomi turned his head and looked at her.
“It’s really bad,” he said in a low voice.
“Then go back to him,” Saki said. Masaomi had a look of terror in his eyes.
“I can’t do that,” he said. “I don’t want to lose you.” She gently put her hand on his.
“You won’t lose me,” Saki told him. She rested her head on his shoulder.
“I will be fine,” the girl insisted. “Mikado needs you more than me.” He opened his mouth, but Saki put his finger his lips.
“Just go,” she said. He lowered his eyes and dropped his shoulders.
“Fine, I will go back tomorrow,” Masaomi said. Saki pulled him into her arms. Suddenly, she had another vision. Her boyfriend looked up at her.
“Saki… -chan?” he asked. His girlfriend started to shake. Her mind jumped back into that dark place she had been used to. But this one felt different.
Saki opened the door one night. She thought it was Masaomi. He had promised to come by and check on her again. Saki happily opened the door… only to have knife plunged deep into her chest. Before Saki fell, she got a good look at who her killer was. The knife went into her chest eight more times. Saki could feel the blade enter her chest as the blood sprayed everywhere. She tried to speak, but her voice came out hoarse. Tears ran down Saki’s cheeks.
Masaomi stood over her with a smirk on his face.
Saki pulled away with the color drained from her face. Masaomi looked up.
“Saki-chan?” he asked. His girlfriend trembled at first.
“You wouldn’t murder me, would you?” she asked. Masaomi looked so confused.
“Of course I wouldn’t,” he said. “Why would you ask me that?” Saki returned to normal as she gave him a calm smile.
“No, of course you wouldn’t,” she said. “I believe you.” The Yellow Scarves shogun already figured it out.
“How much do you remember?” he asked.
“All of it,” Saki said. “I remember every time that I died.” Masaomi grabbed her by the hands.
“I won’t let that happen,” he said. Saki had a sad smile on her face.
“How can you be so sure?” she asked.
“Saki…” Masaomi said.
“I’m so sorry, Masaomi-kun,” his girlfriend said. “I don’t think you can save me this time.”
“What do you mean?” he asked. Saki shook her head.
“I love you so much,” she said. “But we do not have much time anymore.”
“So that’s it, huh?” Masaomi asked. “You just going to give up and die?” Saki lowered her head and mumbled something inaudible.
“What did you say?” her boyfriend asked. Saki looked him in the eye with tears in her own.
“I don’t want to die,” she said. Masaomi pulled her into his arms.
“I won’t let you,” he said. Somehow, he started to doubt his own words now.
Moments later, she came back. Allen was still lying on the bed.
“Oh good, you’re still here,” she said. Road looked over his body.
“I don’t want to try the battery on you until I work the settings correctly,” she said. She took the claps off his nipples. They looked so white from the lack of blood flow to them. The monster didn’t feel like it was time for the final stages of the night. There was one more bit of teasing she had to do to make it all worth it.
Road flipped Allen back onto his stomach. By this point, the angel was just going along with it. Aizen was at the base of his skull again. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.
It would only be a matter of time.
Road pulled Allen into her lap. “How many licks do you want?” Allen screamed through his gag. His mistress smirked.
“Ten licks again then,” she said. “Okay.” Whack! Whack! Whack!
Aizen scratched at the base of Allen skull harder. He wanted to latch onto that brain stem so badly. It was a new spot that he hadn’t tried. Maybe tonight he would get lucky.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
“You like this, huh?!” Road asked. “Don’t you? Don’t you?” The angel screamed in the gag. His mistress raised her eyebrow. She decided to humor him for a bit before going in for the kill.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch any of that,” the monster said. Road reached over and untied the gag. Allen let out a loud gasp.
“That’s better,” his mistress said. “Now, let’s try that one again. You like this, huh?” Allen clenched his teeth as he tried in a last-ditch effort to fight it.
“Well?” Road said. “Say it.” Whack!
“Yes!” Allen cried.
“Yes, what?” she asked. Whack!
“I love all of it!” the angel cried. “Dominant me, mistress!” Road smirked and capped him off. Whack! Whack! She lowered her hand.
“There, was that so hard?” the mistress asked. She reached over and gagged her pet up again.
“I think I’ve teased you long enough,” Road said. “Now it’s for a little bit of reward.” By now, Allen resigned himself to his fate for the rest of the night.
XXV: Night Shift II:
Arisa looked across from Joe at the nurse’s station. Again. This again. How did this keep happening? Arisa tried not to make eye contact.
“How are your babies?” Joe asked. The other nurse froze. She asked this last time.
“Good,” Arisa said. “Just like they were last time.” Joe gave her a demonic clown-like smile.
“Is that right?” she asked.
“Yes,” the nurse said, trying to stay calm. She was not going to let crazy Joe get to her tonight. Just get through this shift and make it home. Joe didn’t take her eyes off of her.
“Do you still have nightmares?” she asked. The other nurse froze.
“Excuse me?” she asked.
“Did you used to have nightmares as a kid?” Joe asked. Arisa stole a glance up before going back to the paperwork.
“Why?” she asked.
“I’m just curious,” Joe lied. “Are you still having nightmares, Arisa?”
“No,” the other nurse lied. Her colleague made a face as she batted her eyelashes.
“Come on,” she said. “It is not good for you to lie. Why else would you have those charms all around your apartment?” Arisa about jumped.
“What are you talking about?” she asked. Joe snickered.
“Judging by your reaction I know that I’m right,” she said.
“What has gotten into you?!” Arisa shouted, looking up at her. Joe smirked like a drunk cat.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she asked. The other nurse was about to speak when the doors burst open. Everyone in the lobby looked up. A man stood in the open doorway. Despite it being summer, he had on a black hoodie and jeans. He had no shoes on his feet.
“Excuse me?” Arisa asked. “Do you need any help?” The man didn’t move at first.
“Hello?” the nurse asked. The man started walking forward. He didn’t walk really fast either. He looked like a zombie walking towards them. The man started mumbling to himself. He finally made it up to the front desk. Arisa backed away from the scent of alcohol, blood, BO, and sulfur. It was then she noticed the blood on his hoodie.
“What on earth?” she asked.
“It’s not mine,” the man said.
“What happened to you?” Arisa asked. The man didn’t answer her. The nurse pressed the buttons to page for help.
“Get a doctor out here, stat!” she shouted. The hospital came to life around her. Arisa and two doctors helped the man onto the stretcher. One of the doctors flashed a light into his eyes. He then noticed the dried blood on his face. The whole time, the patient didn’t have any emotion on his face. Arisa watched from the back with her hand to her chest. There was something about him. Something about the way he watched the nurse.
At the nurse’s station, Joe had her eyes locked on him. She mouthed something to the patient as they wheeled him to the back.
“Welcome home, old pal.”
She had him on all-fours again. Road had heard of doing this but never pictured actually doing it. That was until tonight. The mistress looked at the big black strap-on. Could she go through with it? Road looked up at Allen still blindfolded and gagged.
She would have to try.
Road disrobed and strapped up. First came more lube. Good think she got another bottle while she was out. She walked up and got right to work. Allen whimpered to himself at the col sensation again. His cock ached for release. He would get that soon. Road rubbed him on the back.
“You might want to brace yourself,” she warned him. She positioned herself behind him. Her nails dug into his shoulders. With one thrust, Allen broke inside. Road didn’t even wait to tease it out. This fever desire had to come out now! Again and again Allen felt each thrust. She seemed to be looking for that one spot to seal the final phase. The mistress grabbed him by the hair.
“How does it feel to be pounded into like this?” she asked. Her laughter mixed in with his moaning in the room. Allen had lost what was left of his mind in that moment. She had stripped of his will to fight back. But there was another problem with him.
By the first climax, he felt a tight pinch near the base of his brain. That pinch wouldn’t let him come down from that sexual high Road pounded into him. He needed more. No, had to have more.
Road was happy to give it to him.
Allen started whimpering when she pulled out. The mistress smirked as she patted him on the head.
“Don’t worry,” she purred. “We’re just getting to the good part.” Allen didn’t get time to figure out what that meant as she flipped him onto his back.
XXVII: Test Files:
Shingen and Emilia have more work to do. Nine more tadpoles in the area. Shinra already met eight of them. Shingen frowned behind his mask.
“How are we this behind on these notes?” he asked.
“I don’t know, dear,” Emilia said. “They keep moving so quickly.” She opened another box and started looking. Shingen clicked his tongue. Suddenly, his phone rang.
“Excuse me,” he said. He picked up his phone.
“Hello?” the older doctor asked.
“Is this the other Kishitani-sensei?” a young man’s voice asked. The doctor narrowed his eyes behind his mask.
“Who’s asking?” he asked.
“We’ve already talked to your son,” the young man said. “He proved to be very helpful.”
“And which one are you?” Shingen asked. There was a pause over the line.
“So nice to pick up on who you’re talking to,” the young man said. Shingen looked over at his young wife. Emilia pulled out a notepad and pen.
“What do I owe the pleasure of you calling me?” the older doctor asked.
“Oh, just to see who is trying to experiment on us now,” the young man said.
“I guarantee you that we are nothing like Chou Mori.”
“And why would we trust your word on that?”
“You don’t have much of choice, do you?”
“Oh, we will find ways. We have been doing well so far.”
“True, but it doesn’t hurt to have someone else in your corner.”
“Yes, but I don’t think that is you.”
Meanwhile, Emilia kept looking through the files. She opened another box and started looking. These were set in 1998. Emilia looked through each file one at a time. She remembered something that she saw a while back.
“Dear,” the young researcher said. Shingen waved her off.
“It wouldn’t hurt to at least meet us,” he said over the phone. “You already met my son.”
“Why should we?” the young man asked. “What could you possibly give us in return?”
“Why don’t you come down and see?” Shingen asked. Emilia thumbed through the files in front of her. They didn’t just have the tadpoles’ files either. It was her idea of looking through the other patient files.
“Why would we do that?” her husband asked. The young researcher shrugged.
“I don’t know,” she said. “It might give us something.” He didn’t argue with her. Any type of lead would be good right now. Emilia came across one file in particular.
“Dear,” she said again. Shingen tried to wave her off again. But this time, she grabbed his arm. Her husband lifted his head.
“What?” he asked.
“Look at this,” she said. Emilia shoved the file in his face. Her husband took a look. He narrowed his eyes at the file’s name.
“Excuse me just a minute,” he told the young man on the phone. He lowered it and looked at his wife.
“Where did you get this file?” Shingen asked.
“It was in this box here,” Emilia said. She slid across the box labeled “1998". Shingen picked up his phone.
“Listen, we’re going to continue this some other time,” he said. “Something just came up. Goodbye.” The older doctor hung up and turned back to his wife.
“Dear?” Emilia asked. Shingen reached forward and grabbed her by the hands.
“I think you might have just gave us the advantage that we need to stop this game,” he said.
Bliss. Total bliss. Allen moaned through his gag as Road rode him. She didn’t even need to tie him down for this. Aizen and pleasure had sedated him well enough. Meanwhile, Road pounded into him harder and faster. When was the last time they did this? Weeks? Months? It didn’t matter tonight.
Aizen himself was enjoying this new food source. It wasn’t much but the trip here was so worth it. The sweet new taste of blood made him dance in joy. Allen found himself in a confusing place. He shouldn’t be enjoying this but Road had pushed him that far. The angel didn’t have his sanity to latch onto anymore. He could only moan through the gag again. His hips started thrusting to keep up with Road’s movements. Clutching the sheets underneath him wasn’t good enough. Allen grabbed her by the hips. The mistress threw back her head and moaned.
“Oh yes!” she screamed. “You are so good!” Allen’s cheeks turn bright red underneath her. Sweat broke out all over his body. His mumbled cries reached their limit. Road felt generous and removed the gag one last time. Her pet let out a loud gag before moaning again.
“Say you love me,” she commanded.
“No, I…” Allen said.
“Say it!” Road barked.
“I… I love you so much!” her pet cried as he reached his climax. She threw back her head and moaned as she reached her limit. Road climbed off and collapsed beside him. She took off the blindfold for the first time tonight. Allen’s eyes felt out of place with the dull light from the moonlight in the window. Aizen let go of the brain stem and scampered off for another place to eat. Meanwhile, Road settled sleep next to her pet.
XXIX: Sunshine 60:
Mikado and Masaomi stood in front of the Sunshine 60 Building.
“Anything yet?” Masaomi asked. Mikado took a sniff of the air.
“Not on the ground,” he said.
“So, you mean…?” his friend began to ask, pointing to the building.
“Most definitely,” Mikado answered. His friend held up his stun gun.
“Ready to do this?” he asked.
“Yeah,” the founder of the Dollars said. The boys walked into the building. Mikado kept his ears and nose open. They had to do this quickly as possible. The last thing they needed was to fight an unruly and starving angel on the loose.
“I don’t like this,” Masaomi said.
“Neither do I,” Mikado said. The boys slowly walked forward, looking around.
“What do we do after we catch Chi?” the Yellow Scarf shogun asked. “We can’t take her back to her place. Where are we going to keep her?”
“That I don’t know…” Mikado said. That part he hadn’t had time to think that far ahead. Finding Chiharu was just part one. What to do with her was on a different level. She was a wild animal now. A normal room wouldn’t be enough to keep her. He hated to put her in a cage. But they might have to come down to that.
Suddenly, Mikado stopped in his tracks.
“Masaomi, do you hear that?” he whispered. His friend stopped for a listen. Chomping could be heard in the distance.
“Which way?” Masaomi whispered. Mikado trained in his ears for a listen. He pointed off to his right.
“That way!” the tadpole said. The boys ran in the direction of the wet chomping. The trail led them to a corner near the staircase. Chiharu sat huddled on the ground over a half-eaten bloodied corpse. Most of the flesh was gone, exposing red muscle, guts, and bone. Blood covered her front and hands as she shoved more flesh into her mouth. Masaomi stepped back as he covered his mouth.
“Hashi… moto?” Mikado asked. The angel froze from her meal and looked up. Her eyes looked glazed over. Chiharu started panting hard. Her friends had the urge to run away. But Mikado took a step forward with his hand out.
“Hashimoto,” he said. “Everyone’s been looking all over for you. We’ve come to get you.” She didn’t seem to recognize them at all as she drew back, hissing.
“Come on,” Mikado said. “Don’t be like this. This isn’t you. Come back with us.” He kept his voice low and calm. He took slower steps towards the crazed girl. Chiharu hissed but didn’t move. Masaomi kept his stun gun in hand. He didn’t dare to move. He had seen this play out before.
“Stop killing people,” the tadpole said. “It doesn’t have to be like this. Just come with us. We’ll take you home.” The whole time, Mikado was screaming in his head. He wanted to turn around and run away. But something inside of him was telling him it would be okay. She wasn’t trying to attack him. In fact, Chiharu started to back away from him. Mikado could hear her heart pounding in her chest. Why wasn’t she attacking him? She even looked… afraid of him. Masaomi held his breath. Cornered and scared animals were the worst to deal with. They would do anything to fight back and protect themselves. Masaomi knew it was a good idea to stay quiet and not move. Mikado’s fingertips came within inches of Chiharu’s head.
“I am so sorry to do this to, Hashimoto,” he said. He whipped out his stun gun and clicked it on. Chiharu started leap away and run. Masaomi didn’t get to see what happened next too clearly. All he saw was Mikado leaping forward as Chiharu started to go into flight mode. With one crackling zap, the angel lay out on the floor at Mikado’s feet. The tadpole took a breath.
“Okay, that’s done,” he said. “Let’s get going.”
“Right,” Masaomi said. Mikado picked up the stunned Chiharu and carried her with him as he and the other boy headed out of the building. Part one of the problem was solved. They still had another issue on their hands.
What were they going to do with this feral girl now?
Allen’s mental state lay in broken pieces around him. He had a twisted, broken smile on his face. There was no life in his eyes. He had nothing to grasp onto. The only thing he could was to keep falling into submission. A tear ran down his cheek. Was this what he was going to turn into now? A mere slave to his mistress. This couldn’t be it for him.
Somehow, he was okay with it.
Allen, can you hear me?
XXXI: Final Gate:
They have been looking for weeks. But no trace of that final gate. They have been tracing the whole city about eight times now. Almost every doll had been destroyed. Still no trace of that gate. The interns were starting to get restless. Yui sat back in the booth in the café and groaned with her head back.
“Why can’t we find it?!” she wailed.
“Please keep your voice down,” Yuzuru said.
“Oh sorry,” her partner said. Not many people paid much attention to them in the café. Yui looked down at her glass of half-empty cola and frowned.
“What if we never find the gate?” she whimpered. “Then what?”
“We will find it,” Yuzuru said. The other intern frowned.
“Let me ask you something,” she said. “What do you plan to do if the game fails?” Yuzuru looked at her but said nothing. Yui looked around for a bit.
“I have been looking for other jobs recently,” she whispered. Yuzuru raised her eyebrow.
“Oh, no, no,” the other intern was quick to say. “Don’t get me wrong. I love working with this group and Nakahara-sensei.” The glow faded from her face.
“It’s just good to have a back-up plan, you know?” Yui said. “How about you? Do you have anything to fall back on? I mean, you’re really smart. You’re one of the smartest girls I know. You don’t talk much, but still.” Yui leaned back in her booth.
“I think we could’ve been friends if I had met you earlier,” she said.
“Possibly,” Yuzuru said.
“Hm,” Yui said. After lunch, they would have to be searching again. Meanwhile, just a few booths down, Kai heard the conversation for himself. He smirked over his green tea.
“Don’t worry, dear Miike-san,” the demon said to himself. “You won’t have to do that.” Kai finished his tea and left the money for the bill as he slipped out the back.
Kai met up with Azazeal in the streets. The man with the blue hair held out his arms.
“Well?” he asked. The man in the black coat smirked.
“It’s just as you said,” Azazeal said. “Your instinct was correct.” Kai’s curved into a smile.
“Excellent,” he said. The demon pulled out his phone and made a quick text. With one push of a button, the game got pushed further ahead.
“Now what?” Azazeal asked. Kai shrugged.
“We go back to watching again,” he said. The demon sounded bored as he rolled his eyes. The other demon patted him on the shoulder.
“It can’t be helped,” he said. Kai just frowned.
“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered. Both men vanished into thin air.
The girls had just headed down to look through the west side of Ikebukuro when their cell phones buzzed.
“Want to bet it’s the boss calling to check on us?” Yui asked. Yuzuru shrugged. The interns pulled out their phones. A confused look came over Yui’s face.
“Huh?” she asked. “How did Kai get out numbers?” Her partner shook her head. Yui opened the message. Her eyes grew wide.
“Yuzuru! Did you see this?” she asked, shoving her phone in the other intern’s face. Yuzuru took the phone and read it for herself. She turned and went in the opposite direction.
“Yuzuru!” Yui shouted as she ran to catch up with her.
The girls made it to the destination in question. Right away, Yuzuru’s pendent started glowing. Yui’s jaw dropped.
“How did we miss this one?!” she asked. She turned to her partner. “You didn’t see any dolls around there, did you?” Yuzuru shook head.
“That’s because it was hidden with really strong magic,” a voice said behind them. The interns turned around. Kai stood behind them with his arms out, walking towards them.
“And you’re welcome,” he said.
“How did you find this?” Yui asked. Kai smiled as he tapped the side of his nose.
“Well, I am a demon, after all, ladies,” he said. “I can see complex magic easily. Plus, I have a friend who checked this place out.” But then Kai frowned.
“That little bitch managed to pull ahead of us this time,” he muttered. “She must have been expecting this to happen.”
“You mean Michiko-san?” Yui asked.
“Yes,” he said. The interns didn’t respond.
“I’m going to have to call up Hecate and tell her about this,” Yui spoke up. She pulled out her phone and dialed up the nightcomer.
Yui, Yuzuru, and Kai stood in front of the final Gate to the Apocalypse: Raira Academy.