A/N - Tired…  Need sleep…  *yawn*  Anyway, we have…  *flips through a little notebook*  Charry death…

Chapter Thirteen: Oyasumi

There is light and shadow, in your heart and in the world
It's an endless battle
That tests you

~Beat Hit!

          Aishuu surveyed his destination.  A nice looking apartment, home to the man he so desperately wanted to kill.  Yamaki.  He had done so much to destroy the Digital World!!  And for his crime, he would die.  He noted the elevators.  And the guards in front of the building.  Hmm… No problem…  He approached quietly.  "Hey!  Who are--?"  "Stop right--" 

          "Stupid humans."  He slashed the two guards so cleanly, it was almost as if his deadly glaive had never moved.  The two wavered, and fell.  He resumed his quiet walk, slowly treading his way up to a certain apartment.  He arrived, and quietly opened the door. 

          He walked into the bedroom and paused.  Yamaki was asleep.  Aishuu silently held his glaive up.  Yamaki stirred.  Aishuu lowered it to Yamaki's throat.  He woke up.  "Who--?  What--?" 

          "Yamaki, you are to be punished for the mindless destruction you caused in the Digital World.  I am the Master of Darkness, Angel of Death.  My Death Glaive will avenge those Digimon you killed."  Yamaki struggled to see his attacker's face. 

          "What?  Matsuda Takato?"  He gasped.  Then he glared.  "What are you doing here?  I'll call the police!"  He stared very hard at Takato.  Was it just him or was Takato somehow…different?

          "The Matsuda Takato everyone knew is dead.  I am your executor.  Prepare to die, Yamaki!"  His voice was creeping Yamaki out.  It was so sweet and innocent sounding, but the words it formed were harsh and cold, and so…final…  As he held his glaive up, his jacket fell off, and in the moonlight, his bare arms were very revealing. 

          Yamaki gasped.  "You…you…freak."  His eyes flared with disgust.  Takato's eyes flashed angry red, and his glaive hit firmly where he wanted it to go.  Yamaki never said anything else again.  He wouldn't be able to, without a head. 

          Aishuu relaxed his arms.  He held his glaive up and frowned at the blood that soaked it.  "Idiot human."  He heard sirens.  No matter.  He would be gone in a matter of seconds.  He concentrated his power.  And vanished in a gentle gust of wind. 

          He landed far away, at his home.  Aishuu looked around once.  And withdrew his control over Takato.  Takato's soul was gently placed back in control.  Those eerie red orbs flashed once.  And were suddenly replaced by eyes that were tired and jaded.  He dropped to his knees in pain.  It was an excruciating pain inside his body.  He struggled to his feet, and went into the bakery, never stopping until he was safe in his room.  He dropped to the floor.  And didn't move.

          Yami and Akari appeared in the mirror.  Takato!