A/N - This story is not quite going where I want it.  (Uh huh…  That's nice…)  Nice to see you care, Takato.  (I know.)

Chapter Twenty: Last Remnants

The land where we rode our dreams

Set forth from our memories

We'll meet again.

For now, please smile...

~Arigatou

                Takato stared somberly at the stars.  He blinked, and suddenly, Aishuu's angry red orbs were peering at the stars.  Control was transferred slowly, and soon, Aishuu was ready for action.  He easily jumped off the roof, grabbed his jacket, and his glaive, and set off.  *Target acquired.  Identified as Lee Janyuu.*  He soon arrived.

                Hey! What are you going to do?  Don't kill Jen or Shaochung!  Aishuu did not respond.  Aishuu-sama?  Are you all right?  Aishuu's cold eyes stared straight ahead.  What's the matter, Aishuu-sama?  He opened the door neatly, and stepped in.  He easily noticed that most of the family was awake.  No one had noticed his presence…yet. 

                He slipped away into a room.  A sleepy sound startled him, and he whirled around to see…  Shaochung, off in a blissful sleep.  *Such innocence…  No, I won't kill this mortal…  She deserves life.  Now, her brother…*  Suddenly, Jenrya walked in the room. 

                "Who are you?  What are you doing in my sister's room?"  Aishuu's soft gaze changed into a cold glare.  He held his glaive up, and Jenrya slowly backed into his room.  By the dull light, he could make out features.  "Takato?"  He flicked on the light, but Aishuu ignored it. 

                Jenrya inspected his old friend.  His attire was definitely different…  Black sleeveless, with black pants.  Dark jacket draped across shoulders.  Black goggles in hair.  Pale skin.  Dark boots.  Red eyes that were solid pools, angry…yet… Somehow…expressionless.  Intimidating glaive pointed at his heart.  Black fingerless gloves.  He realized, with horror, that he could see through Takato's skin…and… 

                "Don't interfere."  It was still Takato's sweet voice, but with a coldness to it that was frightening.  "I'm not here for you, or your sister, but your father.  Interfere, and I'll be forced to kill you as well." 

                "You can't kill my…"

                "Watch me."  He held his glaive up to the light, and it sparkled.  "I've already killed Yamaki and Ruki's mother."  He grinned insanely.  "I doubt your father could be too much of a challenge."  An evil glint came into his eyes.  "This ought to be rather fun, if you ask me."

                "You're not Takato…  Takato would never do this…"  Aishuu grinned madly again.

                "Excellent deduction.  I'm not Takato.  Just using his body."  He suddenly hit Jenrya with the dull side of his blade.  Jenrya dropped.  "Oyasumi, little boy.  You were quite amusing.  You'll be fine once you wake up."  He calmly walked into the living room part of the apartment.  Only Janyuu was there now.  Aishuu's insane grin reappeared.  This was going to be fun.  "Lee Janyuu.  You have committed great crimes against the Digital World.  Are you ready to pay the price?" 

                Janyuu whirled around.  His eyes widened when he saw Takato…at least his body, anyway.  There was an oddly empty look in his eyes.  The deadly glaive was held up in front of Janyuu.  "What are you doing in my house, Matsuda?" 

                Aishuu laughed, more of a giggle, really.  It reminded Janyuu so much of Takato it was eerie.  "I am not Matsuda Takato.  I am the Angel of Death, Master of Darkness, Aishuu, who shall be your guide to the underworld.  Now, tell me.  How would you like to die?  I could make it quick and painless, if you wish." 

                Janyuu dove for him.  Aishuu swung his blade.