Devil's Wonderland


Halo Fifteen: Shizuo:


Vorona pulled up on her motorcycle. This was becoming route. Every Saturday, she would come down to Yagiri Pharmaceuticals. It made her heart ache. But Vorona couldn’t abandon him. Tom felt the same way but he couldn’t bear to see his dear friend like… that. It was like pulling teeth to get him to tell her where they took Shizuo. Tom sighed.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

“I have to see him,” she said in a low voice. Her tone told him that she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Tom rubbed his forehead.

“Fine,” he said. “He’s being kept in the basement of Yagiri Pharmaceuticals.” Vorona stared at him.

“Why did they put him there?” she asked.

“It’s too dangerous for him to be on the loose like that,” Tom reasoned. “I hate it too. But given how he is, I can’t help but to agree. What if he accidentally kills somebody? He might not understand what he did but the police won’t. They could lock him away or kill him. Is that what you want?” Vorona found herself unable to argue. Shizuo had been through enough. But she couldn’t help but wonder…

A couple walk by Vorona, but her don’t make eye contact. She stood at the gates of Yagiri Pharmaceuticals. The Russian assassin could feel something really bad just by standing here. Everything was so silent around the building. Was this place ever this dark? Vorona walked up to the call box on the gate and pressed the button.

“Hello?” the operator asked.

“It’s me,” Vorona said. “I came to see him.” The gates opened and she walked through. She couldn’t shake the feeling of someone watching her. How can they keep him in this place? Vorona kept her head down as she walked up to the doors. The guards searched the assassin before they let her in. Already, Vorona felt cold when she walked inside. They claim that it is not the air conditioning kept at this low level. She couldn’t help but wonder otherwise. The Russian assassin shook the thought from her head and walked down the hall.

“Good morning,” the receptionist said with chattering teeth. Vorona waved her off as she walked by. The lobby was so cold that she could see her breath. The strangest thing was that the basement was never this cold.

Vorona made it into the elevator. The cold followed her inside as she rode down to the basement. The Russian assassin couldn’t let him suffer like this anymore. He’s in so much pain. Vorona had to end it. The elevator doors opened when it reached the basement. Vorona kept her knife well-hidden in her pants.


Shinra frowned at all of the tadpoles in his living room. Why did this living room keep getting small every time they met up here?

“Why are we all here?” Sota asked. Shingen held up two files.

“You are going to want to know this,” he said. “Behold.” The older got up and walked over to Shinra’s computer.

“Have it hooked up to the TV?” he asked.

“Yes, yes,” Shinra said.

“Thank you,” his father said. The older doctor brought up the files on the monitor. Shinra turned on the TV. Only the top half of the files appeared.

“Here, we have two patient files from Chou Mori Institution,” he said. “Can you tell which one is the tadpole?” The tadpoles took a look on the screen.

“Is it the one on the left?” Megumi asked as she pointed to the screen.

“Are you sure?” Shingen asked. The tadpole took a moment to think.

“What is the point of this?” Yamato asked.

“Humor me here,” the older doctor said. Megumi finally nodded.

“The one on the left is a tadpole,” she said.

“And you are sure?” the older doctor asked. Megumi folded her arms across her heavy chest.

“Yes!” she said. Tetsu shook his head.

“I think it’s the one on the right,” he said. Megumi raised her eyebrow at him.

“Oh-ho!” Shingen said. “We’ve got a contender. Let’s take a poll right now. Raise your hands for a vote.” Half voted for the file on the left and the other half voted for the file on the right. Shinra had to tally up the votes.

“Is there a point to this?” Yamato asked again. Shingen wagged his finger.

“We’re getting to that,” he said. The older doctor turned back to his computer. “Let’s see who’s right and who’s wrong.” He clicked on the screen. The files began to load. All of the tadpoles in the room had confused looks on their faces.

“Uh… what exactly are we looking at?” Saori asked. Shingen chuckled to himself.

“That, my dear,” he said. “Are a tadpole and angel.” The tadpoles turned their heads.

“What are you talking about?” Sota asked. Shingen snickered. He moved the mouse to the file on the left.

“This is a tadpole,” the older doctor said. He moved the cursor to the right. “And this is an angel.” Silence filled the room as he paused for an effect.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Tomoya asked.

“Shinra!” he said. His son frowned. His sentiments were written all over his face. Shingen looked over his shoulder.

“Go get her,” he said.

“Are you being serious now?” Shinra’s facial expression asked.

“Go on,” Shingen said. “Go get her.” The younger doctor rolled his eyes and walked down the hall. Masaomi and Mikado looked shocked when he returned. Shinra pulled Chiharu along with on a chained leash. The other tadpoles had stunned looks on their faces.

“What did you do?” Mikado asked. Shingen walked up and placed his hand on Chiharu’s head.

“This is an angel,” he said. Chiharu made hissing noises as Shingen patted her head. Looks of disgust crossed some of the tadpoles’ faces.

“What is wrong with her?” Yukio asked.

“She’s basically you,” Shingen answered. “Well, if times didn’t turn out right according to the Tandeki Group.” He walked over to Shinra’s computer. The older doctor clicked on another file on the screen. Two models of DNA popped up on the screen. Both spun around in a slow spiral. Shingen moved the curser to the top of the model on the left.

“This is what your DNA looks like,” he said. The older doctor moved down the cursor until he reached point eighteen.

“You are normal until you reach this point,” he said. “From there, it mutates and you end up wit the abilities that you have.” His audience didn’t speak as he moved to the other DNA model. Shingen moved all the way down to marker seven.

“This is the mutation of an angel,” he said. “For some reason, F here, or Chiharu, survived a Tadpole Project experiment but something in her genes mutates her like this.” Chiharu hissed aloud and launched towards the older doctor. Shinra whipped out a stun gun and shocked her in the back of the neck. The angel collapsed to the ground. Mikado and Masaomi winced.

“Err… Is she going to be okay?” Tetsu asked.

“Yeah, yeah,” Shingen said. “She’ll be fine.”

“How did Hashimoto-san end up like this?” Mikado asked. The older doctor shrugged.

“That we don’t know,” he said. “But we are still looking into it.”

“Is there any way to fix her?” Mikado asked. Shingen shook his head.

“No,” he said. “She’s like you. You all will be stuck like this forever.” Silence filled the room. Shinra rubbed his forehead.

“Can’t you say it with a little more tact?” he muttered under his breath.

“I’m sorry?” Shingen asked. His son just shook his head. All Mikado could focus on was Chiharu laying limp on the floor.

-Vorona and Shizuo-

Her footsteps echoed down the bright white hall. She came with one mission this morning. This couldn’t go on for him. She was going to end this. Vorona walked until she saw Shizuo sitting on the floor, chained up against the wall. He looked so worn out. Vorona wondered why he hadn’t tried to break the chains and rampage out of here. He had the strength to do it. But then he would have to try and operate the elevator. Shizuo didn’t have the human mentality to do that anymore.

Vorona took a step forward. She wasn’t sure if Shizuo could see her or not. Would he even understand what she had come to do?

“Hello, Shizuo,” she said. The minotaur sat still. Vorona froze. Could he…? She shook her head. No, it couldn’t be possible.

“I’m doing well,” the Russian assassin said. “Tom and I miss you around work.” Vorona took slow steps towards her senpai. She started to take out her knife. She had been over this in her head. The assassin promised herself to make this as painless as possible. At first, Vorona had no emotion on her face.

“I am so sorry, Shizuo,” she said. “You shouldn’t have been turned into this. I’m sorry you were turned into this.” The minotaur didn’t move. Vorona doubted he could understand what she was saying. She held her knife by her side.

“But that is okay,” she said. “You don’t have to suffer like this anymore. I am here to end it. This isn’t living for you.” The hall couldn’t have been that long. But it felt like it to Vorona. Pretty soon, she was inches away from Shizuo. The assassin held up her knife. Make this quick and painless as possible. This should be easy.

But Vorona couldn’t do it.

She had the knife above her head. Her target sat changed up in front of her. But why couldn’t she do it? Vorona had been trained for this mission. She had killed ever since she was a little girl. This should’ve been simple.

So why couldn’t she just do it?

Vorona’s hand started to tremble. She couldn’t let go of her knife. This had to be done. It was all to end Shizuo’s misery. She needed to do this. Vorona looked Shizuo in those dead bull head eyes. Something stirred in her heart. The Russian assassin lowered her knife with tears in her eyes.

“I… I can’t do it,” she said in a whisper. Vorona sank to her knees before Shizuo and pulled him into her arms. She wept against his chest. She couldn’t understand why. Though Vorona couldn’t see it, but Shizuo had tears in his eyes as well. Perhaps maybe…


This couldn’t be right.

“What are you talking about?” he asked on the phone. “I didn’t pay 750,000¥ for sex toys and tacky furniture! Take this off my card!” The information broker tried to keep it together. Someone kept spending money off of his cards. This was the sixth time this week. No one could trace the spenders. At first, he suspected Kururi.

“No, I have not been spending your money,” she told him. Izaya narrowed his eyes.

“Look me in the eye and say that you haven’t,” he said. His sister frowned.

“I haven’t,” she said. They didn’t speak at first. Izaya sighed.

“Alright,” he said. Kururi tilted her head.

“Is something wrong?” she asked. Her brother sighed and rubbed his forehead.

“It’s nothing,” he lied. “Just someone is trying to take my money.”

“Why would they do that?” his sister asked.

“Just to annoy me,” Izaya said. The information broker turned and walked back to his room. Kururi just stared at him before she got up and followed after him. She tried to embrace him behind but he pushed her off.

“Don’t,” Izaya muttered. “Not in the mood.” He walked into his room and closed the door behind him. Kururi was left standing in the hall in a huff.

-Makoto and Noriko-

They couldn’t understand what was happening. Ever since Noriko got that diary, she started to have strange memories running around in her head. More than ever than over the last year. She could remember the smell of soft baby powder and lavenders when she held a little baby boy in her arms. “Don’t Dream it’s Over” playing in the living room of an old house. Riding around an old fancy car on the country roads. Lying in the strong arms of a man she loved. All of those memories filled her heart with a warm glow.

But then, there were the painful memories. The cold, lifeless body of her son in her arms as she sat, rocking on the kitchen floor. Tears streaming endless down her cheeks. The pale, empty walls of Chou Mori. Dying over and over. Those memories wanted to make her curl up into the fetal position and wipe. So far, Noriko had been convincing herself that those were false memories. But now, she wasn’t so sure anymore.

A chance encounter with someone from a past life would confirm her greatest fears. It all started when she was going to the store to buy dinner. She felt like she had been abandoned. Her friends all seemed like they have been busy. Chiharu wasn’t picking up her phone. The boys were too busy doing what they were doing. Same thing went for Anri. Noriko didn’t seem to know what to do.

That was until she happened to look and notice a man in his thirties walking by with a woman with short white blonde hair. The woman talked the man’s ear off as she helped him walk along. Something about him drew Noriko closer.

I know that guy…

Noriko turned around and walked towards the couple on the other side of the street. Meanwhile, the man stopped in his tracks and turned his head.

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