A cold breeze slices through Tsuzuki; he shivers, wrapping his arms around himself. Tsuzuki looks at Hisoka who stands next to him who looks unaffected from the cold.
"Hisoka, how are you not cold?" Tsuzuki asks
"It's not that cold," he replies, "anyway let's hurry up and buy that cinnamon bun for the Chief so we can be briefed on the next case."
Thirty minutes later Tsuzuki and Hisoka arrive back at the briefing room, Tsuzuki hands the Chief the Cinnamon bun he ordered earlier.
"Alright everyone sit down, we have a lot to go over," the Chief says
Tsuzuki, Hisoka, and Watari all take a seat at the table. Tatsumi walks over to the projector and flips it on.
"Well as you all know a series of brash murders has been occurring in Yasu in the Shiga prefecture-"
"Well what's so special about these murders," Watari interrupts
Tatsumi flicks to another picture showing the mutilated body of a twenty year old man," at every crime scene in the victims hand there would be a bouquet of Memorium roses, but something else was found at the crime scene too."
"What was it?" Hisoka asks
"It was a strand of platinum blond hair belonging to none other than "
"So what do all these victims have in common?" Tsuzuki asks
"Well the report it says that all the victims were between the ages of 20 and 26, also every one of the victims…was a… well… a gigolo." Tatsumi clears his throat, "so basically what we need is some bait that we can use to capture Muraki once and for all. Anyone have any ideas?"
All eyes in the room turn toward Tsuzuki.
"Uh… why are we all staring at me?"
Tsuzuki walks down the street his black skinny jeans hugging his waist tantalizingly; Tsuzuki pushes the black sunglasses up his face, his black vest fluttering in the wind exposing his tan chest.
'I hate my life!' Tsuzuki mentally shouts
Tsuzuki remembers how mere hours ago everyone unanimously selected him to play the bait all so they could lure Muraki out of his hiding place. Tsuzuki shakes his head at the ridiculous outfit he was forced to wear. A bouquet of Memorium's are shoved under his nose.
"It's a lovely evening to be walking around town. Isn't it ?" Muraki smiles gleefully at him
Tsuzuki takes the bouquet away from him, "I was wandering when you were going to show up Muraki."
"Why I'm flattered to know that you were expecting to meet me on this fine evening dressed so provocatively," Muraki purrs
Tsuzuki blushes.
"Well before this night grows old, I believe we should go to one of my favorite restaurant's here in Yasu," Muraki walks away and Tsuzuki follows after him. They stop at a shady building.
"Muraki is this some sort of trap?"
"I assure you this is no trap at all"
They enter the building, broken tables and chairs litter the floor, and the smell of mold and mildew fill the air.
Tsuzuki whips around glaring at Muraki, "You bas-" a white rag cover his face, he breathes in the scent of the rag a little before one last thought flutters across his mind.
'Chloroform'
"Tsuzuki!" Tatsumi shouts, breaking down the door to the building
Tatsumi and Hisoka enter the building searching around for Tsuzuki. Tatsumi smashes his fist through a wall, "Damn were too late."
Tsuzuki's eyes flutter, he opens them slowly, the morning light in the room hurts his eyes.
'Ow…why does it feel like I have one massive hangover?"
Tsuzuki try's to get up, but he fells a tug on his wrist, he stares at his wrist's a rope has been wrapped around each one and tied to the bed post. He takes in his surroundings, there are two door's to his left one leads to a personal bathroom, while the other leads to the hallway of the house. There's another door to his right that looks like a closet (filled with…things to be later mention in the story). A nightstand with a children's lamp is next to his right wrist, a bookshelf is tucked in the corner of the left side of the room, and teddy bears and toys all fill up a toy been lying at the foot of the bed.
'Is it me or did Muraki get crazier since the last time I saw him?"
Tsuzuki moves his legs under the thick comforter on the bed"
"Why the hell do I not have pants on?" he shouts
"Oh good you're awake," Muraki walks into the room carrying a bowl of cereal in his hands.
Tsuzuki glares at him, "what the hell did you do to me Muraki," Tsuzuki seethes
Muraki sits on the bed, lifting a spoon full of cereal up to Tsuzuki's lips, "its better if you eat and conserve your energy for now"
Tsuzuki doesn't budge and the spoon rests against his lips for minutes. Muraki sighs and replaces the spoon back into the bowl, "fine if you must be so stubborn I'll tell you what happened. Do you remember the day I kidnapped you?"
"Yes it was the 26th of April why?"
"Well today's the 6th of May."
"What I've gone for more than a week!"
Muraki stares at him," well anyway for the past week I've kept you in a mind controlled induced state…"
"What do you do to me?"
"Nothing much just had you sign some documents."
"What type of documents were they?"
"Adoption papers"
"So… you made me adopt some kid with you?"
Muraki chuckles, "oh how I love your Naivety. For comfort sake we didn't adopt a child"
"Well what did we adopt?"
"You didn't adopt anything, I did"
"…so?"
"I adopted you "
"…so?"
Muraki cups Tsuzuki's chin, "you're officially now my son "
Tsuzuki's jaw drops, "what," he shouts
