Muraki always loved the red moon it pleasured him and gave him the energy that had needed. His grandfather would tell him he was an angle, his mother told him he was her precious doll, his father told him he was a angelic demon, his butler told him he was the honored being. It never mattered to him what so ever, though its sad to hear such crule words from a father whom you hardly see. The red moon such beauty, such divine strengths, and powers.

It was getting dark after killing at least three people under the same cherry tree that he killed that boy, it was hard to tell weather if the kid could take the memories that haunt him, not to mention the nightmares he's been getting. Still like the kid these kids too were raped under the cherry tree, but there deaths were quick. Looking back up the red moon Muraki could feel the power flowing into his body, smirking at the fact that his beloved Tsuzuki would engoy this power from the red moon.

Ah Mr. Tsuzuki... if only you could accept this fate, this blessing that the moon will give you if you accept this power and energy, its so sweet just like you. You know about the moon right Mr. Tsuzuki you saw it once, a long time ago when you killed everyone in your village... Such a tragedy... they did deserve it those children and there parents, you done nothing wrong to make them put you down so low. But don't worry Mr. Tsuzuki I will release your inner demons... just like I have release mine, long ago.

White feathers surrounded him and he was gone.

The morning came and well...

"TATSUMI NOOOOOOOO!! NOT MY CAKES" Tsuzuki was weeping as rivers of tears fell from his eyes, Tatsumi was eating his cakes again while Hisoka was reading a book. Tsuzuki just has to learn how to lock the door! Tatsumi as much as he likes to torture Tsuzuki he can't look at him right now, knowing the fact he might turn into...

Don't look at him don't look, if you look then he'll... Give you... those... damned... sad... inuchibi... eyes!!

Tsuzuki knew he couldn't have a clear shot if Tatsumi had his back towards him, and the fact that he was tied to the chair. Making weeping noises knowing full well that will get Tatsumi's attention. Trying to ignore the sound, Tatsumi was trying to think if Watari could create a tree that can grow money, instead of trying to make his sex changing potion. Just before he could think of all the money the Ministry would be making the Gushoshin twins came in to the room.

"Alright everyone Chief Konoe wants to see all of you ASAP!" said Gushoshin in red. wondering what was the big delay they went to Konoe's office. "We had three murderers last night, all three at age 16 and male. All three of them weren't on the list for deaths" said Konoe looking at Hisoka "Tsuzuki, you and Tatsumi will go to the crime scene and see if you see anything that can help us with this case!" Hisoka was shocked usually he would go with Tsuzuki but now he wouldn't beable to. "uh Chief why aren't I going with Tsuzuki?" asked Hisoka, Konoe closed his eyes Hisoka looked at him wondering if this involves that man? opening his eyes Konoe replied "its for the best Kurosaki for you I mean, I don't think you would want to go there" without another word Hisoka, Tsuzuki, and Tatsumi left the office.

At the crime scene.

Looking at the trunk of the cherry treethe only thing they could find was blood in the dirt but other than that nothing, not a single hair. Decided to check the lake Tatsumi took the one that was headed towards the town, while Tsuzuki to the one that leads to the water fall. Tsuzuki walked to the end of the water fall looking carefully for clues... but found nun. he then notice a glow in the water fall, squinting his eyes to get a better look wondering if there was a cave behind the fall. Walking at edge of the rock he carefully walked behind the water fall, but found nothing of anything that could've caused the shine. Moving further he felt arms around his waist turning his head to look who it was, his eyes widen.

"pleasure of seeing you Mr.Tsuzuki, on a lovely day like this." Tsuzuki turns around to be face to face with his worst enemy.

"Mur..."