IV: Vision
(Tatsumi's POV)
Tatsumi looked down at the blonde shinigami in his arms and frowned. He had heard the scream as he had been talking with Hisoka and while the younger man went to fetch Tsuzuki, he had run for the source, which seemed now to be Watari. Looking up, he was startled to see Muraki standing a couple feet away. Tatsumi's eyes narrowed sharply as he stared at the doctor. The fingers on one of his hands twitched involuntarily at the sight of him slowly walking closer, causing a shadow below one of the trees to jump slightly in response.
The silver eyes darted from the shadow that had just moved back to him and Tatsumi found himself lost inside the silver iris of the right eye, the pupil looked to be barely there, so narrowed down it was. Without warning, he was thrown into darkness as he felt something cover his face. He froze for a second before jerking his head back away from it. A blow of pain slammed into him, making him gasp sharply in pain and surprise. He tried to lift his arms to draw off whatever was covering his face, as well as defend himself and found his wrists bound behind him. Then the recognition of what was happening set in and his mind began to panic before he could stop it.
'Not again, please gods, not again..' a whisper of thought cried as he felt a sudden sting against his arms. Then the voices. Those derisive voices and the whip that cut into his arms and back. Then last after he was to weak to struggle, the rope came slipping over his head and tightening around his neck. Tatsumi shuddered within its confines and waited with dread for the last part to play itself out. The sickening feel of freefall came and the sudden agonizing wrenching sensation hit him. Tatsumi screamed as everything turned upside down with the cessation of the vision and the panic within his mind at having to go through his own death again.
