A/N: Okay so this is my first Yami No Matsuei fic, and I am attempting to shed a little light on Tsuzuki's past- keep in mind I have only read up to volume 5 of the manga, though I have seen the whole anime, so if there are any inconsistencies, I apologize in advance.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yami No Matsuei, I can't draw at all, how the heck could I make a manga?
:Prologue:
Tsuzuki Asato, age 26, was a unfathomable man. A Shinigami, he brought to those who were resistant to there time death, and yet loved life. Though he had a smile perpetually on his face and was an eternal optimist, he was tormented inside, afraid of himself, of what he might do to others.
Tsuzuki was the very definition of an enigma, if you knew one thing about him, chances were the exact opposite applied as well. An emotional tsunami engulfed him, and at any moment he could be a different person.
He knew all this of course, Watari had made obvious speculations on the driving force of Tsuzuki, which were backed in a veil of curiosity by Chief Konoe and Tatsumi. Even Hisoka had shown a mild interest, which was surprising.
Tsuzuki sighed, taking another sip of his sake. He supposed the recent curiosity was from the discovery that his death was a suicide- or rather the acknowledgment of it. But how could they know, how could they understand, that his smile was mostly to hide the memories, to hide the guilt. Hisoka had sensed his torrent emotions- the self-hatred, the pain and remorse, the hopelessness, and had been reduced to a fetal position, sobbing uncontrollably, but even he couldn't understand. Tsuzuki finished his sake, closing his eyes. It was so long ago... but still so fresh in his memory...