Tsuzuki lay in his bed staring at the ceiling. It was nearly 2 am and still he couldn't sleep. The past events were still too fresh in his mind for him to rest peacefully. Muraki had opened wounds that would have been better left closed and now here he lay in bed suffering just like so many many years ago. Sometimes he wondered was it all worth it. His becoming a Shinigami. Sure only those with ties to the world could become one but what of those whose tie was already gone? And whats worse what if it was by their own hand that they left the relm of the living. What then? In every sense of the word he was a murderer. If he closed his eyes he could still see their smiling faces. Tsuzuki raised his hands infront of him. Gasping slightly he saw the sticky red liquid that granted life to all things. Wimpering and turning on his side he could no longer stop the assult of memories that twice before had threatened his sanity and his whole being.
"No! Hisoka?…Watari?….Tatsumi? Someone please help me? I'm drowning and this time I'm not sure I'll ever surface again…" Tsuzuki wimpered brokenly as he fell into the madness of his mind.
A.N.: welp what do u guys think? Stay or go? Let me know soon k. oh and disclamer I don't own the irristablness that is known as Tsuzuki or his beautiful purple eyes. If I did I would be a very happy fan girl in deed. So please u no sue? Kk til next post ja ne for now.