Author's Note: I have been sitting on this idea for quite some time now. Part of it came from an episode of CSI: NY. I started on part of this before Halloween when I was waiting to post the specials. (I got done earlier than I thought.) I originally was going to have this in one halo. But it looks like this will be a two-parter. I can't wait to give more backstory to Yamato and Takuma and see what happens next. I will have more to the halo next week. For now, enjoy this week's second halo.

Halo Fourteen: Yamato:

While everything was going down on Halloween, he had his own plans. For months, Yamato has been tracking her moves. She moved to Ikebukuro after Chou Mori shut down. He couldn't help but laugh to himself. She had been here this whole time. He just didn't know it.

-June 7th, 2011-

Yamato sat high up on a ledge on the window, looking outside. His eyes looked so empty.

"Yamato? Yamato?"

He turned his head and looked down. She stood looking up at him. Her glasses were always the first thing that he noticed about her. They stood out looking big on her face. Smaller glasses would've looked better for the shape of her face. She breathed out in relief.

"Oh there you are," she said. "I've been looking for you." She giggled.

"Why do you always come up here, Yamato-kun?" she asked. "What do you see out there?" He stared at her and said nothing. She held out her hand up to him.

"Come down," she said. "It's time for group therapy." He looked at her for a moment. She waited for him with a smile on her face and her hand out. Finally, Yamato climbed down from the ledge and took her by the hand. He hopped down in front of her.

"There we go," she said. She noticed that his clothes were drenched with sweat. She could see the little beads all over his skin.

"Oh my! You're soaked," she said. "Why didn't you tell anyone that your room was too hot?" She reached out to brush the hair out of his eyes but he backed away.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to try and touch you. Let's just get you dried off and change you into some fresh clothes." Yamato didn't say anything as he followed her out of the activity room.

-October 31st, 2015-

The others didn't know about this. She wasn't on their radar. No, this one was kept to himself. Yamato kissed the locket that he had hidden around his neck. He had everything he needed to carry out his mission tonight. The tadpole rose from his laptop and shut the lid. He walked out of his room without a word.

-November 1st, 2015-

3:00 a.m.

Something woke up Sachiko in the early hours of the morning. She couldn't understand why she was up so early. Maybe it was the feeling that something wasn't right. It would take a moment but she would realize that she was awake.

First, there was a dull throbbing pain between her legs. It hurt to move. Why was she so sore all over? Grim thoughts started to fill her mind. They increased as her eyes adjusted to the dark. This wasn't her bedroom. She found herself in some hotel room. Her brain couldn't piece together what happened last night. The last thing she remembered was getting a text from a weird number while at home. The next thing she knew, she was here. She tried to remember anything else.

"What the hell?" she mouthed to herself. Sachiko looked down at herself under the sheets. She was naked underneath. Another grim thought crossed her mind. Was she… She dare not to think that.

The more she looked around the room, the more Sachiko had sinking feeling in her stomach. She's been here before. Many times. The detective shivered at the thought. She needed to get out of here.

Sachiko looked down next to her. Good, she was still alone. The detective didn't have time to celebrate. She struggled to get out of bed through the pain. Sachiko took a breath and swung her leg over. The detective needed to find her clothes, get out of the room, leave the hotel, and get home. It was kind of hard to look around in the dark. She felt around for the lamp beside her. Relief filled her chest as she turned it on. A dull light filled the room.

It looked like a standard room. Nothing looked out of place. The wallpaper looked a dull red. The TV, mirror, and vanity table faced her from across the room. Sachiko found her clothes neatly folded across the room on a chair.

"Heh," she said to herself. At least someone who was with her had the decency to fold up her clothes. Sachiko climbed out of bed and walked across the room to the chair. After getting dressed, she slipped out of the hotel room.

The hall was so quiet that she had chills going down her spine. This was the morning after Halloween after all. Sachiko's eyes shifted left and right. There was no one in sight, but she couldn't help but feel that someone was watching her. She slipped on her shoes and walked down the hall. The detective had to be quick about this. Sachiko was going to have to get to a hospital and ask for a rape kit. She rubbed her forehead. She didn't feel drugged up.

"What the hell happened to me?" Sachiko mumbled to herself. She frowned as she walked down to the elevator as fast as she could. Once inside, Sachiko pressed the down button. She tried again to piece together what happened last night as started riding down to the lobby. Only small fragments were coming back. Hands around her neck. Forced down onto her knees. Saliva dribbled down her chin.

Sachiko shivered at the thought. Suddenly, her phone buzzed. Her stomach turned as she reached into her coat pocket. She got a text from a blocked number. The detective knew she shouldn't be doing this. She should just delete the message. Delete it and get out of here.

Sachiko tapped the screen. That text on the screen made her stomach drop.

"You were good last night. Really good. See you around, slut."

Sachiko felt the color drain from her face as she sank to her knees. Her cell phone dropped out of her hand.

She ran all the way to the front desk. The receptionist looked up with a dull look on their face.

"Checking out?" they asked. Sachiko pressed her hands on the desk.

"Was I here last night?" she asked. The receptionist looked up at her.

"You're here aren't you?" they asked.

"I'm serious!" Sachiko yelled. "Was I here last night?" The receptionist had a dull look on their face.

"Yes," they said.

"Was I alone?" she asked.

"Yes," the receptionist said. There was a pause as the detective blinked at them.

"Would you like to check out now?" they asked. Sachiko pressed her lips together as she stood up straight.

"Yes," she said in a calm tone.

"Okay," they said. The receptionist started typing away.

"Done," they said. "You're all set." Sachiko breathed out.

"Thank you," she said. She straightened up her clothes and cleared her throat. The detective turned and walked out the door.

"Hey," the receptionist shouted. Sachiko looked over her shoulder.

"You have a message from the guy who booked the room," they said. Sachiko's eyes widened.

"What?" she asked. The receptionist had a serious look on their face.

"He will see you again in two weeks' time. Don't disappoint him," they said. Sachiko took off running as fast as she could without saying a word.

October 31st, 2015

Yamato stood outside of the house he and his crowd were squatting in. He had his knife by his side. He was going to get this mission over with tonight. The others were too busy with whatever they were doing at the time.

It all played in his favor.

-April 6th, 2011-

How long has he been in here? Yamato sat alone in a room of white. He hadn't planned to do too much to that little kid. It was just a game. He didn't need to be here.

Yamato looked up when he heard the door open.

She walked into the room with a chart to her side. She looked rather awkward from where she stood. That white coat looked so pale next to her skin.

"Kato Yamato?" she asked. He didn't answer. She walked over to the table and sat across from him. He stared at her, silent.

"How are you today?" she asked. No answer. She set down his file on the table.

"Let's start by introducing ourselves," he said. "My name is Akai Takuma. It's nice to meet you." She bowed. He looked intrigued. Still, Yamato didn't trust her just.

"I am going to be looking after you while you stay at Chou Mori," she said. "Let's treat each other well." She actually sounded like she cared about her job. She didn't look annoyed to be here. In fact, she talked to him like a person. Still, he couldn't be certain. This was the first day after all. She could become part of the machine in a short matter of time.

October 31st, 2015

Yamato put earbuds into his ears. He hit play on his iPod. Joy Division filled his ears as he kept walking.

To the center of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you

To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you

I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you

In a room with a window in the corner, I found truth

October 31st, 2015

Kitano sat at the head of the dinner table. Shoko and Chisa sat on either side of the table. The family just sat quiet for a long moment. The therapist looked between the two women with him.

"So how is everyone tonight?" he asked. He didn't get an answer. He lowered his chopsticks.

"My Halloween is going to be quiet," he said. "I am just going to do paperwork and watch TV." Chisa looked up at him, wrinkling her nose.

"What is everyone planning to do on Halloween?" her father asked. Shoko and Chisa were silent for a moment.

"Not much," Shoko said. "I'm just going to pass out candy around the hospital."

"Ah, I see," her father said. Her sister groaned. Kitano turned his head.

"Why are we doing this?" Chisa asked.

"What do you mean?" Kitano asked. The younger woman glared at him.

"Why are we here? Doing this?" she asked. She held out her hands over the table. Kitano raised his eyebrow.

"What's wrong with having dinner with family?" he asked. Chisa rolled her eyes.

"You were never this close to us," she said.

"Excuse me?" Kitano asked.

"Spare me, would ya?" Chisa asked. "I'm not stupid. Why are you pretending to care now?"

"Chisa," Shoko said.

"No!" her sister snapped. She threw a chopstick across the table. Kitano had no emotion on his face.

"Papa, please," Shoko said. Kitano held up his hand.

"She's right," he said. He put down his hand. The therapist turned his gaze to Chisa. She put up her hands.

"Go on, spit it out!" she shouted. "Tell me what a failure I am. Tell me how disappointed in me you are." Kitano sat waiting for her to finish. His daughter looked like she wanted to claw his eyes out.

"Chisa, papa, please," Shoko pleaded. Father and sister went quiet. The older daughter handed the cult leader her chopstick.

"Look, can we just have a nice dinner together for once?" Shoko asked. Her family said nothing. She sighed and rubbed her forehead. Suddenly, this wasn't looking like a good idea.

"I heard that cult from Okinawa rebranded itself," Kitano spoke up. "What are they called again?" Shoko stared at him with big eyes. Chisa cleared her throat.

"Yes, they have," she said in a calm tone.

"What are they called again?" Kitano asked.

"Ten no Shin'en." She narrowed her eyes. "Why do you ask?"

"No particular reason. I'm just surprised that it managed to find a new priest so quickly."

"Why yes."

"I wonder how that happened."

"Yes, I wonder how."

Shoko looked back and forward. Where did this tension come from? She was ready to jump and break this bubbling argument up. Chisa tilted her head to the side.

"Are you going to lecture me about staying away from them or something?" she asked. Kitano smiled as he put up his hands.

"I'm not going to tell you how to run your life," he said. "I've been doing that for the past, what is it? Twenty-nine years?"

"Thirty. Almost thirty."

"Yeah, I haven't been able to tell you how to live your life, have I? Otherwise, you would still be in school or having a decent job."

Chisa threw back her head and groaned. "And there it is! He just had to go and imply that he's disappointed in me!"

"Chisa, please," Shoko pleaded. Her sister turned to her with a hateful glare in her eyes.

"Shut up, nee-san!" she shouted. "We know why you tried to call this dinner together. We aren't going to be the happy family you imagined us to be! We never were!"

"I know," Shoko said. "But…"

"But what?" Chisa asked. Her older sister sighed as she dropped her shoulders.

"I just wanted to have a nice dinner with the family," she said. "We could at least just talk like normal human beings. The three of us barely talk anymore. We don't know what's going on in each other's lives. You ran off and joined a cult and dad… I don't really know what's going on with him anymore. So can we please get through this dinner like human beings?" Chisa threw down her chopsticks.

"This is some bullshit," she said to herself. She got up and stormed out of the room.

"Chisa!" Shoko said. "Where are you going?"

"Out," her sister said. "I've got to go!" The older woman was about to go after her.

"Leave her," Kitano said. Shoko turned to her father.

"Papa…" she said. He shook his head.

"You know how she is," the therapist said. He finished off his miso.

"Thank you for dinner," he said. Kitano got up and walked out of the dining room. Shoko was left sitting alone at the table.

Midnight.

Takuma had just turned out the light in her living room for the evening. She had spent all night handing out candy. All of the trick-or-treaters were already gone now. Takuma could finally get some sleep. She had a busy day in the morning. However, the long night wasn't going to be over.

Takuma was about to walk down the hall when she heard her doorbell buzz. More tricker-or-treaters at this time of night? The therapist mumbled to herself as she turned and walked back to the door. She was going to politely turn the kids away and lock up for the night. Takuma looked confused as she looked out the peephole. A boy about eighteen stood outside with his hands in his pockets. He looked up into the peephole.

"Trick or treat," the boy said in a low voice. Takuma wasn't sure why she did this, but she opened the door. But it was only a crack with the chain on.

"I'm sorry, but I am not handing out candy anymore today," she said in a whisper. "Could you please leave?" The boy shook his head.

"No," he said. Suddenly, the chain came off of the lock by itself. Takuma started to panic as the door blew wide open. The boy stood in the doorway with a cold look on his face.

"Hello, sensei," he said. Takuma trembled as only one name came to mind.

"Yamato… -kun?" she asked. It all started coming back to her. Her former patient eyed her with a knife in his hand as the lyrics to Joy Division played in his brain.

In the shadow play, acting out your own death, knowing no more

As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor

And with cold steel, odor on their bodies made a move to connect

But I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left

In the early morning hours, the tadpoles all got a group text from Madoka.

"Somebody needs to stop Yamato! He's gone rogue!"

-December 15, 2015-

Walker sat in the dark living room. He held up his phone in front of him. He decided that enough time had passed. Still, he couldn't announce that he was back right away. Nah, it had to be in a code of some sort. He had just the thing. The otaku typed up the message and hit send.

Now, he had to wait.

Moments later, he heard pounding on the door.

Erika made it to Apartment 11. She wasn't sure why she had to come here. She guessed it was from memory. Still, she knew that he had to be here. The fujoshi knocked on the door. She stepped back when it opened. Ryosuke stood in the doorway.

"Erika-san?" he asked. "What are you doing here?" The fujoshi shoved her phone into his face. Ryosuke took a look for himself. He narrowed his eyes at the single word in front of him.

"Bankai!"

Ryosuke stepped aside.

"He's right in here," he said. Erika said nothing as she bowed. She ran into the apartment. Walker was sitting on the couch, waiting for her.

"Yo," he said with a wave.