Fuji sat staring out at the team by Tezuka, he was musing on why no-one ever got close enough to unmask him.'They probably wouldn't want to find out anyway,' he thought. Soon Tezuka finished practice, instead of heading home Fuji walked into the seedy sides of Tokyo towards its center and waited. Soon the darkness fell over and Fuji began walking to wards the more prominent and active part of the underground world and down an alley. He was cornered a ten to one fight, Fuji kept on smiling, as he slipped into a fighting stance. When the first attacked he was gutted mercilessly, the second had his eyes gouged out and his intestine dragged out. Fuji used the intestines to strangle the next two, unfortunately his knives were taken so he was asked,"do you have any last words?"

"Yes, let me play my violin one more time,"he asked.

Since it seemed a simple request they let him, the song started a low and melodious tune yet haunting and as it rose and fell to its end so did the men.Fuji said,"It is death's tune."

And Fuji walked out smiling went home took a shower and relaxed back into his mind, the depths of his own darkness.

When Fuji got to school he was told that one of the members would have to participate in the talent competition or their budget would get cut. While at practice he said,"saa, I want to participate." Since nobody else had volunteered he got to do it,when asked of his talent he said," you will have to wait till the talent show."

When the show started he pulled out his violin when it was his turn and walked onto the stage,"I will be playing sleeping age." As he started people were captivated one of the judges complimented,"You can see the notes flowing." Though as he played, people soon began to feel the cold and shiver, when the song ended everyone in the room was frozen with fear,for behind Fuji all thought they had seen death appear standing behind him.He won the competition, but all the people knew of his violin was that it was black as a new moon and had summoned death.How he had gotten it no one knew, there were speculations that all the pieces he played, had been composed by the devil, and that the violin was stolen from the pits of hell.Nobody would know how close they were to the truth, for Fuji walked out and slipped into the shadows waiting once more, always waiting.

Maybe this was why they never got close, maybe it wasn't.