The sunlight streams through the window.

Tsuzuki groans, he had to go meet Hakushaku today, since he was throwing an afternoon cherry blossom viewing party, his mouth was watering at the thought of all the delicious treats that would be at the party. He pulls the cover up over his head, determined to sleep for five minutes longer. But something stops him from doing that, he's not certain what it is, but he knows that he feels…odd.

He sits up, his chest feels heavier, as if two elephants were sitting on his chest, he rubs his chest; he pauses, and rubs it again. He peers down at his chest.

A scream travels throughout Meifu.

"Tsuzuki, just calm down," Tatsumi warns.

Tsuzuki points to her chest, "how can I calm down, WHEN I HAVE BOOBS AND EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN!" She screams, in her new high pitched voice.

The Hakushaku chuckles, "that suit of yours is ill fitting for a beautiful figure such as that. Why don't you try on this dress."

Watson steps forward, holding out a dress towards Tsuzuki, that's little more than thin strips of satin.

The vein in Tsuzuki's head pulses, she grinds her teeth together, "Hakushaku, I'm not really in the mood for your shenanigans right now."

Tatsumi turns to Watari, "how could this have happened?"

"I don't know, unless-"

"Unless, what?"

"Well yesterday, I crashed into Wakaba. We both had red vials, and we must have gotten them mixed up."

"Well, how do we change him back."

"I don't know, with this potion it was just a hodgepodge of ingredients. If I wanted to recreate it I couldn't even if I wanted to, but I've got to say I'm a genius I can't believe I've finally perfected my sex change potion."

Tsuzuki punches him in the head, "can we worry about me instead of your stupid potion."

Watari rubs his head, now sporting a very large bump. "Sorry."

The elder Gushoshin brother fly's into the room, "Watari, Tsuzuki, Tatsumi. The Chief's called an emergency meeting. Eh, Tsuzuki what's happened to you?"

"It's a long story."

Tsuzuki sits at the long wooden table, freshly changed into a feminine suit that matches his old one, complete with a matching skirt.

Tatsumi pulls up some images onto the screen.

"Just forty-two hours ago. Scattered body parts were found in parks all around Tokyo. A single silver hair was found at all three scenes." Tatsumi stares gravely at them all. "Tsuzuki, Hisoka. We want the two of you to go there, and stop Muraki from killing anymore innocent people."

Tsuzuki sighs, "now how are we supposed to find Muraki, in this large city. None of the victims had anything in common with each other."

Hisoka shrugs, "we'll find him when we find him, but for now I think we should split up and try to find him on our own. Remember if any one of us is in trouble, just signal the other, and they'll come to your aid."

Tsuzuki nods, "'k."

Tsuzuki grumbles, as she fixes her skirt. How can females even wear this thing?

Thousands of people stream around Tsuzuki, pushing her around. She twirls, through the sea of people, around and around, and around, twirling into the arms of the silver haired, white clad doctor.

Tsuzuki stares up into Muraki's face.

"Young women like you should be more careful." Muraki flashes a dazzling smile.

Tsuzuki leaps out of his arms "get away from me Muraki!" She hisses.

The doctor's eyes darken, he examines Tsuzuki's face carefully, "…I'm sorry, but…have we met before?"

Tsuzuki becomes nervous. Me and my stupid mouth.

She stammers, "um…" she laughs nervously, "no…I just…um…I've seen your picture before…in a magazine, so-"

Muraki smiles, once more, "It's good to know that beautiful young women such as yourself are reading more about me. Would you care to come with me, so that we may enjoy a cup of coffee together?"

Tsuzuki blushes, "I'm sorry. I have an previous engagement with a friend."

"Hmm…you should probably hurry to that other engagement, you wouldn't want to keep your friend waiting any longer," Muraki bids Tsuzuki a farewell. He walks away, blending in with the crowd swarming around him.

Tsuzuki stands where she is for a couple of moments, confused by Muraki's suggestion of hurrying to her other engagement. A feeling fills her stomach. It's an odd sensation, something she's never felt before. What exactly was it?

She didn't come to term with the feeling until she had walked three blocks away from where she had met Muraki. She now understood what she was feeling. A nonexistent wind, causes her to shiver. It was fear, she was feeling fear.

A long string of curses leave her breath in a whisper. This city was too large for her taste.

She looks around her unable to tell exactly where she is. The clouds pass lazily over the blood red moon. Thousands of electric multicolored lights, light up the city. Tsuzuki shivers, a cold wind brushes against her, becoming uneasy she begins to walk. She hears footsteps behind her, keeping in sync with hers. She walks more quickly, the feet keep up with her. Now she's running, blindly turning the corner.

Now she waits. The footsteps follow behind, they turn the corner. She spins around tightening her hand into a fist, she blindly throws a punch.

"Stay away from me, you pervert!" She shouts.

The business man clutches at his broken, bleeding nose, His briefcase lays on the asphalt, the blood from his nose drips onto his tie, and dress shirt.

Tsuzuki gasps, "oh my god, I'm so, so sorry. I thought you were someone else," she reaches out to help him. He backs away, "its fine, its fine. I just wanted to hand you your wallet that you dropped a while ago." He hands it to her, picking up his briefcase, he walks away. He mutters under his breath, "geez, chicks these days are getting crazier by the minute."

Tsuzuki glares at his retreating back, while tucking the wallet into her bra. I guess that's one of the reasons girls love to wear bras so much, it's like a little mini, pouch. She turns around, a gasp leaves her lips.

He quickly places a finger on her forehead, "sleep," he whispers.

Her eyes roll to the back of her head, she begins to fall, motionless in a motion filled world. He catches her in his arms, sweeping her up into his arms bridal style.

That scene was the only memory she had of that night, a silver angel, against a blood red moon.