Chapter 12
Hi people! Here it's almost the end, it's the final chapter, and there will be an epilogue then. Thanks for every review, and I will make some amelioration to this fic, but first, I complete it.
To Hyperwiwi: I hope you will like the book!
This chapter is a little shorter, sorry!
IMPORTANT: Now the story is complete, most of people didn't liked this chapter but READ THE EPILOGUE if you want to know how it really end.
People were running out, their screams filling the opera like a terrifying melody. Hisoka was shocked: he had prepared such a massacre for him? He shook his head and began to run too, but not to go out, unlike the others. Tatsumi had already disappeared, this man was incredibly fast. Hisoka knew he would take a good place to fight some killers hired by the mafia's boss. Hisoka ran even faster toward the policemen. He would put his mask and play his role; after all, he could be a good actor.
Maria was running in the backstage. She was working to help Tatsumi. She was luring some mafia's men who were pursuing her in Tatsumi's direction, so he could kill them easily. It was her role. After that, she would have to leave. She could hear them yelling and swearing. Those men were charged to kill her, and then Hisoka, because they knew too much. She was sweating, hopefully for her, there were some people and she could go between the crowds with less difficulty than them, being thinner.
She continued, then she saw the place which had been decided, where Tatsumi would wait. She grown pale, at the thought that he would fight against them. She turned to a corner; he was waiting here, to add more surprise. She stopped and looked at him. He was nervous, but not for him, she could say it. Nervousness had appeared on his face when she was in his sight, she knew it. They didn't say anything, and quickly, she kissed him on the lips.
"Good luck"
And then, without waiting his answer, she ran, tears running down her cheeks. This moment had lasted five second, no more, it was enough.
Hisoka saw the chief and his men. Terazuma and Watari were among them. His stomach was constricted, but he continued nonetheless. They already have lost Tsuzuki's traces. It was necessary, and he wouldn't help them at all.
"Chief! Chief!"
They turned round to see the young man running toward them, without his gun, of course. If he had kept it, it would have been strange to the other policemen. Konoe reached him in no time, relieved to see him alive. Watari and Terazuma would have yelped in joy too if there wasn't so much danger.
"Kurosaki-kun! Are you okay?"
"Yes. I saw him running toward the backstage. I think he is going to try to take Miss Wong again."
Konoe turned toward his men.
"GO!"
It had worked perfectly. Konoe gave Hisoka a gun and he ran toward his goal surrounded by the others cops. Tsuzuki wasn't in the backstage and Hisoka knew too, seeing Oriya and some of his men going to the roof, where Tsuzuki would fight.
'Tsuzuki be careful…'
While Hisoka was luring the police away, Tatsumi was holding back some opponents to help Tsuzuki. He knew what he had to do next. He hoped that the other, especially Maria, would do fine. He had been bewildered when she had kissed his lips, but the sound of the men coming had waked him up. He had surprised them then by coming quickly from his corner and shooting them before they could even acknowledge it. He had got two of them. They were four. Now the two others were giving him difficulties. But he wasn't the friend of the phantom for nothing!
Plus, there was no way Tatsumi would let them do anything to Hisoka and especially Maria, now that he could be sure that she loved him too…If those bastard wanted just to touch her! The killers, sure they would soon won, ignored how a man in love could be dangerous…
Tsuzuki was doing fine. Oriya was following him to the right place. He was just under the roof now. There was a little detonator here, waiting for him. A little bomb had been placed in the opera's basement. It wasn't big enough too make it explode, of course, but it was just enough to set a fire. It was him and Tatsumi who had prepared it. He pressed the button and he was sure that the flames were already starting. It was Hisoka's role to be in the backside and 'see' the fire. He would then avert the others cops and they would make sure that no one would be hurt. It would both keep the police away long enough and prevent any innocent's death.
He hid himself in the dark and waited for his opponents. They would regret it soon. They would all regret their acts.
He could hear Oriya now. He was giving order to his men. They were in soon enough. Tsuzuki smirked. He revealed himself from the shadows, with this smirk that frightened Hisoka so much some times ago.
"Good evening my friends! It had been such a long time, Oriya!"
He truly enjoyed their look of anger and fear at his relaxed tone. It was as if they were here for some nice party, not a battle. Oriya didn't loose any time.
"HERE! KILL HIM!"
Tsuzuki prepared himself. He didn't need a gun, his telepathy was enough. Shots could be heard but of course, all the bullets were spread away from Tsuzuki. They were bewildered, and Oriya was backing away slowly in a corner…Tsuzuki smirked at their looks and their news vain attempts to kill him. He decided to act too.
Soon, the killers were unarmed, their weapons thrown away by some invisible force. Tsuzuki was pushing the men against the wall violently to weaken them, and then, with all his might, he tore their bodies apart.
It was difficult, cutting the skin of a living being, breaking the bones, tearing the nerves and tendons, and ripping the guts out. Killing a living being this way wasn't easy at all, Tsuzuki always knew it. But he did it, through, with success. He had trained during all his years in the mafia. After some minutes of pure agony, the men were dead, their bloods and guts spread everywhere, and they didn't even get time to set a proper fight. Tsuzuki grinned, satisfied with the results. It was the last he would kill (to live with Hisoka he would renounce to it) so he would make it a great memory. And after all, old 'friend' deserved something very special.
But speaking about the devil, he noticed soon that Oriya wasn't among them. He looked for him but a painful, burning sensation stopped his breath suddenly.
Hisoka was leading the policemen to a wrong place. They all were sure that Maria was in danger, but in fact, if everything had gone well, Maria was already out; They were helping people to go out, screaming for everyone to calm down, and when soon, every civilians were out, injured or fine, the police were searching everywhere for the ghost, trying to find him. But soon, the flames were everywhere, and Konoe, who didn't wished to loose any men, called them back.
Hisoka was trying to find Tsuzuki too, to see if he was fine or not. He had managed to be alone, Watari and Terazuma wanted to stay with him, and even if it make his heart bleed, it was necessary for him to make them go. He had finally successes at loosing them, and now, he was going upstairs. He saw corpses; Tsuzuki weren't among them to his relief. There was blood and guts everywhere, except for one body. Hisoka keep his composure with some difficulties and when he was really sure that Tsuzuki wasn't there, he ran out of this crimson hell to retrieve his lover.
He tried to check the places where he could be. Maybe now he was in the backstage, almost all the cops were gone. He tried to find him here, but he couldn't see him anywhere. He feared to scream his name too, because someone could hear and the whole plan would have been screwed. He was so concentrated in his research that he son forget the fire, but after some minutes, a sensation, the same he felt in Tsuzuki's torture's chamber, grow up inside him. He realised that he was now certainly trapped in the flames. He had to go out, he had stayed too long! His role was to distract the cops, he shouldn't have stayed here…But Tsuzuki was maybe in danger…He tried to ran, to find him or at least an exit. But as he was advancing toward an unknown goal, panic slowly growing inside him, he felt a sharp pain on his head, and soon, his vision blurred, and he loosed his senses.
"Asato…" Hisoka whispered Tsuzuki's first name lightly.
The inspector Kurosaki was then unconscious on the floor inside the burning opera.
Tsuzuki's features were twisted. His shoulder was bleeding. Oriya got a lucky shot, which Tsuzuki hadn't dodged very well, because of lacks of time. He was bleeding and the bastard was now smirking.
"They were here to be killed, only a distraction for you, so I could kill you easily."
He shot again twice, but Tsuzuki, instead of dodging, just stopped the bullets with his power. Oriya's smirk faded and before he could realised it, Tsuzuki had turned the bullets toward him, and pushed them as fast as he could with all his might.
Blood appeared on Oriya's face and chest, and he was falling like all the others. The phantom smirked. Finally, his job was done.
After this blood bath, Tsuzuki was walking away. He had to get out, to find if Hisoka, Tatsumi and Maria were alive. The wound on his side was truly painful. God this fucking bastard get a lucky shot that could cost him his life. But no, he wouldn't die! He was the phantom, he had escaped his parent's cruelty, and he had survived despise everything, and he had finally find someone who loved him! He wouldn't give up.
The flames were growing, and it was difficult for him to find his way. But he wouldn't panic. He hoped that everyone, especially Maria and Hisoka had followed their plans and that they were out. He would make it, there was no problem. He was weakening more and more. He suddenly saw a shadow he recognized and understood that it was the end of the nightmare.
Maria was out, surrounded by all the peoples who were around her, screaming bumping into each other. She was standing there, trying to see Hisoka or Tsuzuki. And more than anything, she wanted to see Tatsumi alive. The screams, the sore contact of peoples bumping into her were giving her a headache that helped the tears to come out. She tried to hold them back. She couldn't cry in such a time, she had to see if everyone was alright, her friends were maybe dying, what could she do?
Her eyes were soon unable to see anything because of the tears which ran on her face. She felt her knees grow weak and she would have fell on the ground if some friends of her, a dancer named Maki hadn't hold her in time. She was crying almost in hysteria, imagining her love and her friends in the fire, dying and burned. She felt a twinge of hope when she saw the form of Hisoka being carried by the firemen. She hoped he was just unconscious, and that he wouldn't be the only one to be alright. It was so frustrating!
Everyone thought she was crying out of shock, out of sadness because the opera was burning, but she couldn't care less, like Muraki who was just smocking a cigarette, as if he knew that would happen soon or later. Everyone thought that she was fragile and that being kidnapped by the phantom had upset her greatly. They were wrong; no one could suspect how wrong they have been and still were about Maria, about everything.
Soon, the fire had devoured everything.
Epilogue shall come soon. Will they live or not? It's not the end, of course it would be crappie. READ THE EPILOGUE. And review too, please.
