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~Chapter Two: Reunion at Meifu~
"So you're saying that this child you found could be then one we're looking for?"
Tsuzuki nodded as he held his cell phone to his ear, after telling Hisoka everything he saw when he got the chance to call his partner. He was glad that the park was almost empty, only a few people walking near and barely noticing Gushoshin, who was sitting so still in the brunette's free arm that he looked like a life-like, stuffed animal.
"Yeah. That demon that came over was trying to get her and everything. Should I bring her over?" he asked. There was a small pause before Hisoka came back.
"The Chief said it was alright. He also says that Muraki should be brought in for questioning. He wants you to tell him that no harm would be bought to him and he will be released after the interrogation. But," Hisoka sighed, and Tsuzuki could tell that the young man was running his fingers through his hair in frustration, "I still don't trust him. He might have saved her, but I still can't forgive him for all he's done."
"I know, me too," Tsuzuki leaned against a statue, biting his lip and gripping a few strands of his own hair, "But he did manage to take out the demon before it got to Ami-chan. And besides, we only need him this one time, and he'll be out of our lives from then, and for a while."
"I still don't know. You said the child- Ami, was it?- You said that she called Muraki as one of her fathers. She might have gotten attached to him in some way to believe that. Maybe he found a way to control her." Suggested Hisoka. Tsuzuki shook his head, even though he knew that Hisoka couldn't see him doing so.
"I don't know about that. It would pretty useless to him, since she would have died from it because of how young she is. And she really did acted as if she knew and remembered him," Tsuzuki had wrapped this around his brain a thousand times, yet no sense came of it. How could such a sweet child like Ami no a monster of a man like Muraki? "Listen, I'll try to bring them over tomorrow. It's pretty late right now and I bet Ami-chan is exhausted after all that's happened. I'll keep her with me for the night and I'll see if I can bring both her and Muraki tomorrow." He said.
"Alright, Send Gushoshin back here with his findings and look after Ami. And Tsuzuki. . . Be careful around Muraki. You know what he's capable of." Hisoka said this seriously and Tsuzuki could tell that the younger male was talking about the incident that happened while they were in this area.
"I know. Goodnight." Closing his phone, the guardian sent the omen-sensing bird back to the world of the Descendants of Darkness and he looked around, watching as the park's street lamps glowed alit with moths dancing brokenly around the glassed lights.
"I should get Ami-chan. . . Muraki, you better not be pulling anything funny." He said to himself as he walked along one of the grassy paths, to the location where he had left the two people in question. He was still pondering if it was safe to leave the little girl with the silver-haired doctor she called her 'papa.' That made Tsuzuki want to laugh. Never in his life did he expect the man who caused so much trouble to be called such a loving name by an innocent child. It sounded so observed.
His worries over Ami cooled down as he spotted her flowing and silver hair, the happy child sliding down the slide of the playground of the park. She was laughing with excitement as she got down to the soft sand covered ground, spreading her arms like a bird's and zipping her little body over to the monkey bars, blowing a raspberry and imitating a plane. He looked a little farther and spotted Muraki sitting on one of the benches, his face expressionless as he watched Ami play.
Rather cautiously, Tsuzuki walked over to him, not knowing what kind of trap Muraki could have planned. He stopped half a foot away, remaining frozen until the doctor looked at him.
"Ah, you've returned, Tsuzuki-san," Muraki held back a chuckle as Tsuzuki blushed when he purred out his name, turning that innocent "Z" into a seducing slur, "Why are you standing so far from me? Come closer and sit, I have nothing up my sleeve."
'Like I'll believe that,' Tsuzuki though sarcastically, "I prefer to stand, thanks. Anyway, I want you to come with Ami and me to Meifu for an interrogation tomorrow. You will be released afterward and go back to whatever you were doing before all this had happened." He stated. Muraki leaned back, crossing one of his legs over his thigh and crossing his arms, arching a silver brow.
"But how do I know you "guardians" won't execute me? You do, after all, have the advantage, since the area is familiar to you." He drawled, picking off a piece of imaginary flint off his shoulder.
"I promise we won't do anything. I. . ." The purple-eyed man sighed in frustration, muttering out words he'd never thought he'd say to this man, "I give you my word."
The silver-eyed man gave a smirk of amusement, enjoying how Tsuzuki's emotions were turned with not even the rise of his own finger. Nodding once, Muraki sat up.
"Very well. From you, I shall believe it, dear Tsuzuki-san," He tilted his head one way, his ruby studs glittering, "If you keep your promise, Tsuzuki-san, then I will swear to not use anything of Meifu. Location information, or otherwise." He promise. Slacking his shoulders, that calmed Tsuzuki more.
"Alright. Anyway, its late. I'm going to take Ami chan home with me," The brunette turned over and cupped his hands around his mouth, "Ami-chan! We're leaving now!"
In a matter of a few seconds, Ami came bounding over to them, the arms of her cardigan tied around her waist and hair a little messy, red cheeks puffy from all her running around and a large smile on her face.
"OK! Come on, Papa! Lets go home!" She grabbed Muraki's hand, tugging on it.
"I don't believe that's possible, Amiko-san." Stated Muraki, looking at the child seriously. Ami giggled, as if this was a game.
"You're silly, papa! Now c'mon! Lets go home! Daddy will be worried sick!" She continued to pull, even though Muraki wasn't budging. Kneeling, Tsuzuki placed his hands on the child's shoulders.
"Ami-chan, I think you're mistaken. Muraki is not your father." He said gently.
"He is so! I know my own papa!" Pulling away, Ami gave a stern look, "Only my papa has hair like mine and has a fake eye! Only my papa wears that kind of coat! And only my papa knows how to use magic!" She yelled, looking angry with her eyebrows frowning.
'Magic?' Connections were slowly connecting, and Tsuzuki was slowly beginning to believe that Ami and Muraki were related. Now that he got a better look of them together, he could see that the both of them had aristocratic features, though Amy's small chin did make a difference. They both had incredible, blonde hair that was a rare shade of silver, smoothly parted in ways that could have people confusing them as heavenly beings. The only differences the demon could pull out were Ami's button-nose, light caramel skin, and eyes that represented the month of February.
Ami gave a sniffle, her shoulders shaking, "Don't tell me he's not, because he is," She whispered this firmly, holding back her tears, "I know my own papa." She walked over to Muraki, grabbing his large hand in her small ones and kissing them.
"Amiko-san." Muraki was surprised. In fact, he almost felt touched. He had never thought anyone would act this way to him. From how his own mother treated him as a doll, to his father never paying any attention to him, and to his brother who tried to get rid of him, he had never experienced the warmth of being loved. A child's love was the warmest he ever felt.
"Ami-chan. . ." Whispered Tsuzuki, lost for words. He watched the young girl's movement, her head bowed to Muraki's hands and her form trembling, waiting for something to happen. His eyes enlarged as Muraki picked up Ami, holding her to his large from and placing her head under his chin.
"Sleep for now, Amiko-san. You're tired, ne?" He asked, one hand stroking her wavy hair.
"Mhm," Ami gave a yawn and she snuggled closer to the man, "G'night, papa." She mewled before drifting to sleep. Her small and light breathing was the only sound in the park, not even grasshoppers chirping.
"Muraki. . . Why?" Tsuzuki was beyond confused. Why was Muraki suddenly acting this way?
"I have no idea myself, Tsuzuki-san. But what I am aware of is that Amiko-san truly believes I am her father. Its best for her to think that this is true, for the time being. Who knows what she'd do if she were to find out that this was false. She does seem to be a child capable of doing a lot. And to have her happy is better than having her depressed and lonely, yes?" asked Muraki, standing up and holding the child carefully, "Now, as you have said before, I believe it is time for us to depart and sleep. We needn't be exhausted for tomorrow's events, hm?" He asked.
"Hold on," Tsuzuki suddenly grabbed the man's arm, glaring slightly, "I'm coming with you. I. . . I just don't completely trust you. After all you've done. . ." Tsuzuki allowed his voice to trail off, though he still had a good grip on Muraki. Shrugging, Muraki gave a nod. However, a small smirk came to his lips.
"Very well. However, you and I shall be sharing the same bed. I only have one on my estate and I do believe you wish to keep a close eye on Amiko-san, yes?" he asked, swiftly licking his upper-lip at the thought of his prey in the same bed with him, even though a child would be with them as well.
Tsuzuki was caught off by that, looking disgusted before giving a firm nod, ". . . Fine. But if you as so much even touch me-"
"I will do no such thing," Stated the silver-blonde, eyes closed, "I shall sleep on my side, so long as you and Amiko sleep on your own." He swore. Slowly nodding, Tsuzuki narrowed his eyes.
"Fine. Take us to your home, then."
Smirking, Muraki nodded.
"Very well. Hold, Tsuzuki-san."
Purple eyes widen as sweeping white feathers twirled around his hand, the owner of the eyes, the doctor, and the little girl were swept off into an unknown space, disappearing in a flurry of feathers and leaving the silent night.
"Ami! Don't forget your coat!"
"Buts it's not even that cold outside, daddy!"
The silver-haired girl giggled, squirming away from her father's hands and skipping over to the foyer, twirling once before running behind a pillar and hiding behind it. She heard her father's foot steps pass for a few seconds before she let out another giggle. Hands grabbed her from behind and she let out a shriek as she was picked up, only to giggle again as she smelt a familiar cologne.
"Papa!" She cried happily, kissing a pale cheek as she was held in her other father's arms.
"Ami, you know you have to put on your coat. It may be snowing lightly but you can still get sick." Said her father, walking her over to the living room wear her darker-haired parent was. The little girl pouted childishly as her arms were slipped into the blue wool sweater.
"But it's the first snow of the season! I don't wanna miss it!"
Her daddy chuckled from behind, tucking her hair into a white wool hat.
"Well, if that's case, then we should get going. You're all set." He confirmed. Smiling, Ami was placed down and she took both of her fathers' hands, the three walking out of their home and into the white wonderland of their courtyard. Ami gave a gasp in awe as flakes of white snow dusted in the sky, flying along the pine trees, landing near the flower beds of roses, brushing her nose and cheeks, causing them to turn red.
She looked adoringly at her fathers, holing their hands and smiling, content with their family moment.
Her nose twitched once, and her eyes flickered once before she finally awoke, yawning a little and stretching her neck a bit. The pillows under her head were more firmer than she was use to and the blankets over her were velvet-like and they slid in between her fingers. She turned her head one way, Muraki coming into her vision, resting on his side with his head resting on one of his arms, his glasses on the nightstand and his hair a little messy.
She smiled, glad that her papa was resting after the long day before. She rolled over and looked at Tsuzuki, his body as close to edge as possible with one of his hands close to her head.
'Hm. . . Looks a lot like daddy. Hm. . .' She shrugged her thoughts off and her stomach gave a small moan. Pursing her lips, she carefully got off the king-sized bed without waking the two men and she slipped on her socks that were lined with her shoes. Quietly, she padded out of the room and down a large hallway, marveling at the expensive pieces of art on the walls and the vases of black roses.
"Since when did papa have this stuff? And where's the big picture with him, me, and daddy? It's suppose to be right here." She said to herself, eyeing the spot near the end of the hall where the family portrait would be. She wanted to ponder more, but another room had caught her eye. Eyes glowing with recognition, she pulled the door open and smiled as glassed eyes and painted smiles looked back at her.
Something brushed against his hip and Tsuzuki woke with a start, flailing his arms as strong arms wrapped around his waist with a head bumping into his back. He turned his head over his shoulder, gasping at the silver head that was resting on his back.
"M-Muraki!" He yelled, trying (and failing) to get out of the doctor's sculpted arms. Muraki let out a muffled murmur, breathing in the sent of Tsuzuki's white shirt.
"Tsuzuki-san. . . My beloved. . ." He whispered, his arms holding the smaller man tighter. This ceased the guardian to cease all movement, his body only managing to turn once so that the older's head now lied on his stomach. His hands landed lightly on cloud-to-sky-silver hair, his fingers subconsciously stroking the soft hair. A small groan was heard from the doctor from the soft fingers and the brunette had finally snapped out of his daze.
"Get off me! I knew you would try to pull something like this!" Tsuzuki began to swing his fists about, his eyes widening as they were suddenly pinned to the bed and sharp hips were holding down his own. A vibrant blush bloomed across his cheeks and nose as he stared in to heterochromatic eyes.
"Hm? What a lewd position, Tsuzuki-san," He purred, chuckling and stopping the demon from accusing him, "You must forgive me. This will keep you from hitting me this morning."
"Well it's your fault anyway!" Struggle he did, Tsuzuki could not break out of the pale man's hold, "You just suddenly grabbed me!"
Muraki looked surprised for a second. But only a for a second, for he got off the of the brown-haired descendant and grab his glasses as he got up, looking around the room.
"Where's Amiko-san?" He asked, looking around. Tsuzuki sat up and looked around himself. He jumped off the bed and raced out of the room.
"Ami-chan?! Ami-chan- where'd you go!?" Panic swept over Tsuzuki and he searched and called for the little, grey-haired, purple-eyed child, hoping she was OK. He could not explain what was taking over him. His heart was beating a mile a minute and he felt close to near tears. Just why was he feeling this way?
A hand tapped his shoulder and Tsuzuki, in near tears, looked at Muraki with tears leaking at the corner of his eyes.
Cheeks swelled and reddening, plum-colored eyes glittering with tears, full and soft lips trembling, Muraki was entranced with how vulnerable Tsuzuki looked, on an arms-length away. An urge that bubbled in his heart wanted him to throw his arms around Tsuzuki, press his lips to the shell of the brunette's ear, and whisper comforting words to him, assuring him that they would find Ami. Yet all he could do was talk.
"Tsuzuki-san, do not cry. We will find her." He promised, his hand hesitantly brushing away a tear that threatened to drop. Tsuzuki's eyes widened at the action and Muraki would have lost all of his resolve, had it not been the small creak down the hall. The both of them looked at each other, nodding before they quietly made it to the last door of the hallway. The both of them peeked over the doorframe, relief washing over Tsuzuki's tear-stained features.
Ami looked up from her seat on the floor, her hands carefully holding a china doll designed to look like a Southern belle with a light pink dress, curly brown hair tied with white ribbons, and glass eyes in a pale blue color. She smiled at them, waving the dolls hand.
"Good morning! I was playing with Marilyn! She was telling me about her date with Mr. Chester and how that Lucinda," She pointed to the doll a little way, the toy dressed in a sort Victorian-era dress, black and red ruffles along the skirt that went with the doll's green eyes and red hair, "Is really jealous!" She giggled and smiled at the other doll, "You gotta stop being jealous! They're only friends!"
The two men could only stare before Tsuzuki let out a chuckle, and sound that made Muraki's heart give a flutter. He had never heard a sweeter sound in his life.
"I see. Make sure they don't fight, OK, Ami-chan?" asked Tsuzuki, walking over to the little girl and kneeling down, "Say, why don't we get some breakfast before we head over to meet some other people. They want to know more about you."
Smiling and brightening, the little girl picked up the dolls and placed them where'd she found them. She walked over to Muraki, throwing her arms around his legs and smiling more.
"Morning, papa!"
Muraki was still shocked to be called that, but nonetheless, he patted the child's head and gave a nod of acknowledgement. Smiling and giggling, she let go of him and followed Tsuzuki out of the room, leaving the silverette to himself.
The medical worker stared at his doll collection, all eyes staring back at him with empty feelings. All of them were fake. Fake pale skin. Glass eyes only used for attraction. Face painted to give him such blank expressions. He could see more beauty in the two beings in his house than all these artificial humans. The angel with silver hair and gem-like eyes, and from the god of darkness with chestnut-brown tendrils and eyes that no jewel polisher would have the honor to handle.
Coughing lightly once, the mismatched eyed man took one last look at the room before walking out, closing the door behind him.
Sakura petals played with Ami's hair, the latter laughing as she tried to swipe the pink petals as she skipped down a cobble stoned path. A little behind her was Muraki and Tsuzuki, the two of them in utter silence as they were nearing the HQ. Ami began walking backwards, looking at the two males happily.
"I always love coming up here!" She announced, once again surprising the two males.
"Y-You've been here before, Ami-chan?" Stuttered Tsuzuki, Ami nodding in response.
"Yep! Daddy takes me here all the time! And my uncles and aunts work here, too!"
'What? But I only know a number of people who work here. Who is she talking about?' Wondered the brunette, Muraki looking as if her were deep in thought. When Ami was a little away, he finally spoke.
"Perhaps one of her fathers work here," He mused, looking over the never ending Sakura tree trail, "Interesting."
Tsuzuki didn't question him, not wanting to know if his thoughts were bad or good. The three has then made it to the large building and they entered as soon as the they crossed the large staircase, Ami suddenly breaking away from them and running over to a familiar honey-brunette.
"Hisoka-Oji!" She cried, tackling the unsuspecting boy. The poor lad looked more surprised in his life and the two other males made it over.
"You know Hisoka?!" Question Tsuzuki, before looking at his partner, "Do you know her?" The younger male shook his head.
"If I did, I would recognize her." He stated, plucking the child off him, who was looking at him oddly, and now he (Hisoka) was looking at the other two, trying not to give his best heated glare at his murderer.
"Anyway, disregarding that, we need to take both Amiko-san and. . . Muraki-sensei," The bow growled out his last words, "To the different interrogation rooms. Tatsumi will handle Muraki's, Watari will handle Amiko-san's," He stated. He returned his heated gaze to the doctor, who countered with his own look, and he jerked his head to the east corridor, "Please, follow me. Tsuzuki, you can take Amiko-san to the office." he said.
"Alright. Lets go, Ami-chan." He said, picking up the little girl and leading her away. Before they left, Ami turned on Tsuzuki's shoulder, peeking and waving her hands excitedly with a bright smile to Muraki.
"Bye, papa! I love you!"
Startled and almost glued to his spot, Muraki's hand raised slightly and hesitantly with a small wiggle of his fingers, the digits still twitching even as the two were gone.
"Thank you so much, Ami-chan~!"
"Of course, Watari-Oji!"
The strawberry blond smiled cheerfully as the silver-blonde girl held his hands, idly swinging them as she sat on his lap after the interrogation. It went well and though they had gathered very little information, they did found out about a few things.
Tsuzuki was pondering these as he watched the two of them play, his mind wandering off.
'She knows what Meifu is. She knows nearly everyone here, even the chief! She's even called almost all of them either aunt or uncle. This makes no sense of all. I asked Watari to look over the work records but no one here has been recorded to have a child with them. Ugh!' He wanted to bang his head against a desk, 'We've found nothing!'
Ami suddenly wiggled on Watari's lap and she gave a whine.
"What's wrong, Ami-chan?" He asked, Ami only whining a bit more and trying to get out of the scientist's lap. Her cheeks flushed and she blinking rapidly.
"R-Restroom! G-Gotta go!" She whined, wiggling more. With his mouth forming a small 'o,' Watari let her door and walked to the door, holding it open for her.
"Down the hall, second door on your left." He instructed. Ami nodded and she hurriedly skittered away, Watari cooing softly as she did.
"Tsuzuki, she's so cute!" He gushed with a smile. Tsuzuki grinned back.
"I know. She's pretty smart for her age too, ya know. She helped me cook breakfast and even helped me find some clothes we could use while we were staying at Muraki's. She even handled those dolls he has with a lot of care." He praised. He was really surprised that a little girl knew that much, but he was proud of her, too. At least she wasn't a spoiled child, and she looked like she could take care of herself.
"Really, now? Huh, her parents must've raised her well." Said his friend, putting away the files he collected into a filing cabinet. Tsuzuki nodded, eyes lowering to the mahogany desk.
"Yeah. . . I hope we find them soon. For her sake." He said, not wanting the small silverette to be alone. No one deserved that. An image of Muraki suddenly passed his mind, the man of the medical field having a sorrow-filled expression on his face. Tsuzuki blushed suddenly and shook his head, trying to shake away the sudden butterflies in his stomach. Damn, that Muraki.
The door was opened again and now walking into the room were the chief, Tatsumi, Hisoka, and finally Muraki. Tsuzuki almost felt. . . glad that the silver-haired man wasn't damaged. For whatever reasons, he didn't know.
"Back to square one." Muttered Tatsumi, taking a seat at his desk and glaring at Muraki from the corner of his eye. It seems that all heated looks were pointed at Muraki, the doctor reciprocating the looks.
"Nothing? Ah well, I didn't expect much. Same for us with Ami-chan." Said Watari, resting his chin on his folded hands.
"Where is she, anyway?" Asked the chief, looking around.
"She went to the restroom. She should be back by now." Said Tsuzuki, though his teeth were now worrying on his bottom lip. Ami had disappeared once this morning, and he was sure she could do it all over again. Twenty minutes had passed until the chestnut-locked stood up and walked to the door.
"I'm going to look for her. I'm worried." He stated, not even giving anyone else a chance to speak as he left the room, searching through the third floor hallways. He was about to make it to the stairs, A cold hand grabbed his own and he looked up, his eyes locking with Muraki's. The smell of mint filled his nostrils and he nearly shuddered.
"Leaving so abruptly worries others, Tsuzuki-san," Said the medical man, before his eyes soften the slightest, "I've told you not to worry. She couldn't have gone off far."
"Muraki. . ." They both of them were rather shocked, on how soft Tsuzuki spoke Muraki's name, and for how gentle the cynical man was acting . All these strange turn of events. Just what was causing these things?
A flapping noise caught their ears and one of the familiar brother of an omen-sensing bird came over to them, Gushoshon, with a higher-pitched voice.
"I've found the girl!" He cried, happily around the two. For the second time today, the brown-haired man was relieved.
"Good. Where is she?" He asked. Gushoshon flapped down the stairs, looking behind him.
"This way! This way!" He called, flying more. Wasting no time, the two followed the white owl.
The two were surprised as they entered a familiar manor that was only a stone's-throw away from the HQ, glossed out with red carpets, rose pink walls, luxurious furniture, and paintings of what seemed to be an invisible man.
"How did she get in here?" Asked Tsuzuki, mostly to himself. Near one of the large doors of the manor was th ever-faithful servant of the Earl, dressed in his usual pink apron with his decaying skin. He hopped over to the two, bowing once giving a hollow smile.
"Right this way." He wheezed, leading the two in the main dining hall with a surprising sight.
"Say, "Ahhh~!," Ami-Hime~!"
"Ahh~!"
A piece of strawberry cheese cake disappeared into Ami's mouth, the little girl giving a content and happy sigh and smiling cutely at the Master of the Candles. If it were visible, the earl would be smiling at how adorable the little girl was acting. Spread along his large table were sweets of all kinds, some that made Tsuzuki want to dive right into, though he was a little antsy at the moment. Both child and earl, looked up, Ami smiling and waving while Hakushaku looked pleased.
"Good day, Tsuzuki-chan! And to our guest as well. Muraki-sensei, yes?" He asked, standing up with Ami in his arms, who was still chewing on her cake. Tsuzuki ran over, taking the child and smiling gratefully.
"Please, you have to stop scaring me like that, Ami-chan." He said, though hugging her tightly. Ami looked at him oddly, staring at his face real hard before smiling and kissing his nose.
"Sorry! I was hungry again!" She giggled. Sighing but still happy, Tsuzuki held her closer, shutting his eyes and thanking his Shikigami. Ami looked at him from where she was in his arms, before leaning her head on his shoulder and smiling faintly.
Muraki felt his legs drag him over to the two, and he placed one hand on Ami's head, barely brushing her hair and giving the ghost of a smile.
"Oh, aren't you the motherly-type, Tsuzuki-chan~" Swooned the earl, the object of his affections taking a good three steps back with the doctor.
"Er. . . Thank you, sir." He said uncertainly, his focus back on Ami. He looked up slightly at Muraki, noticing how delicate his eyelash brushed on the doctor's high cheeks. The man he thought he hated more than anything else in the world was looking at Ami with parental affection, something he thought he'd never see the doctor posses.
'Why am I thinking this way about Muraki? Why. . .?'
"Well, I say that we should hold a celebration!" Announced Hakushaku, looking at the two spiritual men expectantly, and bewildering them.
"A celebration?" Questioned Muraki.
"Yes! Every princess needs a party! A one shall be thrown for Ami-Hime. Do you like the sound of that, little princess?" Asked the earl to the silverette. Ami opened her eyes and nodded politely, smiling.
"Yes, please! Lets have a lot of fun, too!" She cheered. Clapping his hands, the masked man nodded.
"Excellent! We'll have it a week from now! It'll be perfect, I promise you, Ami-Hime!" He promised, kissing the little girl's hand. Ami giggled and she leaped into Muraki's arms, smiling up at him.
"And me and papa can waltz there, too! And he'll waltz with daddy, too!"
"Daddy?" asked Tsuzuki. He blinked as a small finger was pointed at him.
"Yeah! You're daddy! I couldn't tell since you grew your hair out, but you are daddy! Silly daddy, you almost scared me! But now, we're all together! You, me, and papa!" She declared. It took a few seconds for that to sink in before Tsuzuki let out a scream.
"HOLD ON A SECOND! THERE'S NO WAY I AM MARRIED TO MURAKI! NOOOOO WWWAAAYYYY!"
To be continued!
And that's another chapter! How did Ami suddenly find out how Tsuzuki's her daddy? Find out in the next chapter! Read and review, and I'll get back to guys real soon!
This is me saying, Peace!
