Chapter 10: In Which We Brood

Tatsumi could not order his memories of the day. It was most… unsettling.

He brooded. The wind was howling in seeming sympathy, and he could hear thunder in the distance. Perfect ambience for horror. He snorted.

A shadow fell across him.

He looked up to see Hisoka, hair still dripping wet, expression unreadable, uttering a name.

"Tzusuki Asato."

And that was all it took to break the thin spell.

Tatsumi stared at his son.

He pushed up his glasses.

The crazy fugitive.

He had made them forget…

How could he ever forget Hisoka thrown like a rag doll, lying broken, bleeding…

Note: There. Changed rating. Thanks, saroberos. Just shows how desensitised this author has become. So used to mass media graphic sex and violence, that one didn't think much of the (comparatively) little in here so far. Still, the rating will probably go up even further as this thing progresses… be warned!