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Chapter 11
Yuki woke up with a groan. There was an unbearable throbbing pain in the back of his head, and he was once again straijacketed. He wondered what had happened between now and the time he blacked out, if he had killed. He wondered if he would ever find himself again. Yuki swallowed a sob and sat up with some difficulty.
"Yuki?"
His mother's voice. Yuki looked up and saw her sitting in front of him.
"Mom," he murmured. Overwhelming shame suddenly washed over him, and he said, "I'm sorry."
There was a glint in his mother's eyes. She stared at Yuki unsettlingly. Yuki averted her gaze out of habit. When she did that, he knew she was gong to make a request.
"Yuki, Shut your eyes and rest for a minute like you should," she said with the sugary tone that Yuki dreaded.
"Mom. Please don't talk to him..." Yuki whispered pleadingly.
"Sleep," Mrs. Toyama ordered. Yuki wanted dearly to disobey, but the truth was he was always tired now, always susceptible to sleep. Mrs. Toyama watched her son succumb to oblivion, and waited patiently for Hiro-san. Yuki's eyes opened, and they held the bloodthirsty gleam that Mrs. Toyama knew belonged to Hiro-san.
"Hello," Mrs. Toyama nodded. Hiro-san just glowered at her. "No need to look at me like that. As long as I have to play the role of concerned and heartbroken mother, you need to co-operate."
"Who?" Hiro-san said shortly.
"My husband," Mrs. Toyama said icily. "I will send you someone who will help you escape. And remember, only my husband."
"When do I have their blood?" Hiro-san snapped.
"You cannot kill them. Not if you plan to let Yuki know. You nearly put Yuki over the edge with the Morii boy and your tactics. Why do you want to kill them, anyway?" Mrs. Toyama said tentatively. Though she was more than willing to make an alliance with Yuki's alter ego if it meant she could have happiness, he was still unsettling to talk to.
Hiro-san leaned over, gazing at Mrs. Toyama with those eyes that shone with unbridled insanity.
"They're beautiful. I have a strange urge to taste their blood on my lips. I want to hear them scream, watch them convulse with pain," he said, and licked his lips at the prospect.
"When did you develop this obsession with blood?" Mrs. Toyama asked. "I remember when you used to get rid of them quietly and efficiently. I don't like this attention from the public."
"He will be dead no matter what method I decide to use, Mother," Hiro-san practically spat out the word. Mrs. Toyama recoiled.
"Do not call me Mother. You are not my son," Mrs. Toyama warned.
"What am I, then?" Hiro-san asked, and smiled when he didn't get a reply. "I will be waiting for that person to help me escape. He is trustworthy, I hope."
"She would give you her life if need be," Mrs. Toyama assured.
Meanwhile, in a hotel room a couple of streets away, Sunako Nakahara was eagerly anticipating freeing her new obsession, the prolific serial killer Yuki Toyama. She was stroking the blade of a long knife which she planned to give to Yuki as a gift of appreciation for all the work he had done...
Hah! So Sunako's back. Yay. Remember to R and R! Reviews are to me what serial killers are to Sunako.
