PART V: Day Four: Fourth Appointment.

He silently entered the room and was pleased to see there was a man in.

He walked towards his chair.

The man wore a strange hat on his head, a half opened violet kimono, and for a second, he feared he might have fallen on some playboy again. But the man sat there, his head lowered, hidden behind his joined hands?.

He coughed.

The man didn't look up.

Is he asleep or something?

"Hum...hello...?" he greeted.

"Hello...young man." came the reply.

He shivered.

That voice had something...

"You can sit down." the other man said.

Without even realizing it, he did.

That voice held such a power, it would make anybody obey its orders.

"You are new, aren't you?"

He blinked.

Am I that obvious?

"Yes...I am."

The man chuckled.

"I can tell you're a young delicate man..." the man half-whispered.

He felt the back of his long hair bristle as the man spoke.

"Well, I'm not that young..." he answered, a little nervous.

That man had such a presence.

"Your body's heat is telling me another story."

'Body heat?' What is he talking about?

"Erm...well, I guess so..."

The man still didn't look at him.

"Do you like heat?" the man asked.

"Huh, it's better than cold." he said smiling good-naturally.

"Cold. I hate cold..." the man started.

Hum. What the point of this heat and cold talk?

He swallowed.

Don't tell me he is some mad scientist...or a meteo freak...!!

"...but I like heat. Sun's heat, fur's heat, body's heat. But what I like the most is..." he trailed.

He looked at the man, lost in the beauty of his voice, hanging on his words like a love-struck teenager.

This guy...such a charisma.

He found himself drooling.

"...Fire!"

The man raised his head, making his face clearly visible.

A small mop of hair was falling on his forehead, his mouth wore a maniacal grin, and his eyes were wild with fury.

His eyes widened with surprise.

What in the...!!

"Fire. I like fire. I love fire. I adore fire. Papers on fire, buildings on fire, peoples on fire, that I like to see." he came closer. "I'd like to feel your heat, to feel your body on fire, to feel your burning desire..." the man said drawing his face closer "...burn with mine."

Oro? Could it be that this is...??

"You ask for it, I'll give it to you." the man's mouth curved into a feral smile "Makoto Shishio will set your heart on fire." he licked his lips.

Of course, it could only be Makoto Shishio. The man was reputed for his fire addiction and his psycho tendencies.

Why did I have to fall on this mad pyromaniac?

His thoughts were interrupted there as he was lifted and hotly thrown on the table.

"What...?!!"

"I'll show you what is heaven..." the man's eyes flared up "...or rather, what is hell."

Kami-sama, I'm damned.