Disclaimer: I do not have any legal right to Yami No Matsuei. Repeat after
me "Yoko Matsushita is the creator of Yami No Matsuei, Hana To Yume Comics
is the publisher."
No that is out off the way...
WARNINGS:
I was going for something original.
This is not for someone who is just beginning to read stories in Yami.
This is not for everybody.
This is short.
I
am
just
making
space
here
in
the
warning
to
give
you
time
to
run.
Your last warning...
Why didn't you take it?
----
Well he certainly did not expect this...
This was like a certain night he knew so many years ago...
When he was younger... so much younger...
Blood was shed that night... so much blood... blood was flowing now... his...
He waited while his captor drew on his body...
There was nothing else he could do...
He couldn't move...
Surely this was a mistake... a dream... an illusion...
It couldn't be...
It just couldn't...
What had he trained so hard for?
What had he trained his body for so long?
Where was the amethyst eyed shinigami?
Where?
"Tsuzuki-"
"He's not coming." The man in white said as he adjusted his glasses. He took a long hard look at his handiwork, apparently satisfied with whatever he had drawn on his captive's body.
He couldn't understand what the lines drawn in blood were supposed to mean... his blood. This was like nothing he had ever seen and he had poured over ancient books of power. Yet all his knowledge was useless right now... falling into this trap. In was so simple in retrospect but it did not change the fact that he was trapped.
Sensing his puzzlement a pair of glasses looked down on him, and offer by way of explanation. "I was born in the year of the snake."
So was that what this thing was? A snake?
"Just one more thing to do." Announced his tormentor as he smiled.
He knew what that smile meant. Nothing prepared you for it. Ominous.
Watari brought to life his drawing of an anaconda on Muraki Kazutaka's body to end the life of the doctor. "Eaten alive... should take you a couple of days to reach Meifu."
OWARI
No that is out off the way...
WARNINGS:
I was going for something original.
This is not for someone who is just beginning to read stories in Yami.
This is not for everybody.
This is short.
I
am
just
making
space
here
in
the
warning
to
give
you
time
to
run.
Your last warning...
Why didn't you take it?
----
Well he certainly did not expect this...
This was like a certain night he knew so many years ago...
When he was younger... so much younger...
Blood was shed that night... so much blood... blood was flowing now... his...
He waited while his captor drew on his body...
There was nothing else he could do...
He couldn't move...
Surely this was a mistake... a dream... an illusion...
It couldn't be...
It just couldn't...
What had he trained so hard for?
What had he trained his body for so long?
Where was the amethyst eyed shinigami?
Where?
"Tsuzuki-"
"He's not coming." The man in white said as he adjusted his glasses. He took a long hard look at his handiwork, apparently satisfied with whatever he had drawn on his captive's body.
He couldn't understand what the lines drawn in blood were supposed to mean... his blood. This was like nothing he had ever seen and he had poured over ancient books of power. Yet all his knowledge was useless right now... falling into this trap. In was so simple in retrospect but it did not change the fact that he was trapped.
Sensing his puzzlement a pair of glasses looked down on him, and offer by way of explanation. "I was born in the year of the snake."
So was that what this thing was? A snake?
"Just one more thing to do." Announced his tormentor as he smiled.
He knew what that smile meant. Nothing prepared you for it. Ominous.
Watari brought to life his drawing of an anaconda on Muraki Kazutaka's body to end the life of the doctor. "Eaten alive... should take you a couple of days to reach Meifu."
OWARI
