Author's Note: Here's another idea that I have been sitting on for a while. We have another big kill here. I managed to get in the kill that I intended to put in two weeks ago. Here it is. I was worried that I wasn't going to get in the ideas I wanted for this but I managed to pull it off. I think I got the Awakusu part right. (Gently let me know if I didn't.) I already have next week planned. Plus, I am coming along nicely with the Christmas special. I am really going to have to cram from tomorrow to Christmas. Wish me luck. For now, enjoy this week's halo.

Halo Twenty: Dante Killer:

Enkai shifted uncomfortably in the back seat of the limbo. This was the first time he had ever been in a fancy vehicle like this. The man in the suit put his hand on his knee.

"Nervous?" he asked. Enkai nodded as he looked out the window. The man in the suit smiled like a hungry beast.

"Don't worry, baby," he purred. "I won't bite. Yet." He leaned in and kissed the younger man on the neck. Enkai shivered at the sensation. His heart pounded against his chest. The older man turned to the driver.

"Take us back to my place," he said.

"Yes, sir," the driver said with their head down in a low voice. The limbo drove down the road.

Enkai was shocked when he saw the house. His jaw hit the floor.

"Wow!" the young man gasped. The doors came unlocked. The older man got out first and then came around to Enkai's door. The young man's face turned red as it opened for him.

"Oh," he said. The older man took his hand and gently led him off out of the limo. The men walked up to the gate.

"My name is Junpei," the older of the two said before punching in the code. The gate creaked open beside them. Junpei walked right through. Enkai followed behind now intrigued. The older man unlocked the front door and opened it.

"Thank you so much," Enkai said bowing his head. He walked into the house with Junpei following behind. He closed and locked the door behind them.

Inside was dark. Enkai reached out for a light switch. A heavy hand seized him by the dainty wrist. The younger man glanced behind him. Junpei looked like he was about ready to eat him.

"Tell me something, are you a virgin?" he asked. His voice dropped to a husky, flirty voice. Enkai gulped.

"Yes," he whispered. Junpei raised an eyebrow.

"You wouldn't be lying to me, would you?" he asked. His hot breath rested on the younger man's nape. Enkai broke down trembling. He took in heavy breaths as his face felt hot.

"Yes!" he whimpered again. Junpei smirked and licked his lips.

"Heh, good," he purred. The man leaned in and kissed him on the neck again. Enkai took in a heavy breath. The young man turned to his client. Junpei leaned in and kissed him on the lips. The younger man gave in and kissed back. The older client slipped his tongue into his mouth. Enkai shivered as he felt his knees go weak.

They made it as far as Junpei's living room. The younger man was pushed back down onto the couch. His client climbed on top and kissed him again. They stripped off their clothes and Enkai ended up on his stomach. It did hurt when Junpei first entered his anal hole. Enkai clenched his teeth and grabbed onto the couch below. His moans filled the air. Junpei grunted with each thrust.

"You like that, huh?" he asked.

"Yes!" Enkai shouted.

"Yes, what?" the older man asked.

"Yes, Daddy!" the younger man shouted. Junpei smacked him on the ass in response. Both men reached their climaxes before passing out then and there on the couch.

Enkai awoke to gurgling noises in the dark. At first, he thought that he was dreaming. The young man tried to go back to sleep but the sounds grew louder. Enkai lifted his head and turned around. The horrifying sight was enough to sober him up when his eyes adjusted to the dark.

A pair of feminine hands were choking Junpei with what looked like piano wires. The older man reached out for Enkai with his eyes bulging out. He gagged as the wires were being drawn tighter and tighter. The younger man sat frozen in a panic. What the hell was this? This had to be a nightmare. Maybe he was hallucinating?

The right dainty hand drew out a large knife and ran it over Junpei's throat with one deep, swift move. Blood sprayed over Enkai's face. Junpei went limp in the hands' grasp. A figure moved forward, revealing a woman in a chauffeur's uniform and a black and red goat mask. Enkai tried to scream but no sound came out. Before he could move, the woman grabbed him by the arm and stuck a needle into a vein. Enkai tried to speak before he felt so sleepy.

It all slowly went black for him.

The Dante Killer tossed the needle to the side. She just needed one victim tonight. The last things she needed on her mission were to make a bigger mess or make some unneeded work. DK turned back to her intended target.

Time to wrap up here.

-November 9th, 2015-

Nakamura shook his head. Here he went again. Dragon Men had a new "decoration" waiting by the front door. The owner found the body propped up like it was luring patrons over for a good time. It was obviously a man in a long sparkly red cocktail dress. Someone went out of their way to dress them up in drag. Tan stockings, black high pumps, curly black wig, and flawless make-up. Nakamura cursed himself. Had DK slipped under his radar? If so, how?

"Hey, I know this man," one of the CSIs said. Nakamura lifted his head.

"What?" he asked. The detective walked over for a closer look. He leaned in for a closer look. His jaw dropped.

Akabane Junpei. He was running for mayor in Tokyo. The man ran on a platform of family values. He vowed to get the birth rate back up. Traditional values were his game. He was mostly known for his open homophobic rhetoric. There were the rumors, however. None of which were confirmed or denied.

That was until today.

The CSI turned Nakamura.

"So it is true," he said. Kota said nothing as he looked around for the owner. He spotted him with other people, watching the scene. Nakamura walked up to the owner.

"Do you have surveillance of the front door from last night?" he asked. The owner pulled out his key.

"Follow me," he said. The owner walked up to the bar and went inside. Nakamura followed behind. They made it to one of the back rooms. The owner turned on the computer and opened the security camera files.

"How far back?" he asked.

"Just about four or five in the morning?" Nakamura asked. The bar owner pulled up the footage. The detective leaned in for a look. Junpei's limbo pulled up in front of the Dragon Men bar. The driver got out and walked around to the back of the car. The detective squinted his eyes to try and make out a face.

"Can you zoom in?" he asked.

"Okay," the owner said. He zoomed in on the driver as they dragged the body out of the back. Nakamura studied what looked like a mask under the hat. All that he could make out was the dark colors on the grainy footage. The driver pulled the body in front of the bar and propped it up. Then they walked back to the limbo and drove off. Nakamura turned to the owner.

"Can I take the footage back with me?" he asked.

"Sure," the owner said.

"Thank you so much," Nakamura said, bowing his head.

The DK should take a breather. She should wait before starting on the next kill. But she hadn't come off the high just yet. This fire was still going on inside of her. She had to get this next kill in. Her latest victim was should a hypocritical bigot. He had to be stopped. Hearing Junpei's last speech made her stomach turn. She had to get started to shut him up.

Watching what was now his last interview refueled her fire to kill.

Let's see… Usury was the final sin in the circle of violence. It looked like she was going to have some good targets today. The question was which one she wanted to kill. She pulled out her phone and typed up a text.

She smiled to herself and hit send.

Tom knew that he had a problem. He and Vorona had to find Shizuo before the police did. They wouldn't understand. Vorona agreed to help her associate. It can't be hard to find a Japanese man with a bull head attached to his head and shoulders, right?

However, Tom would be distracted by another problem on his hands.

His phone buzzed in his jacket. Hm? Was that the office calling him already? Tom pulled out his phone for a look. A confused look came over his face.

"I C U?" Tom read aloud. What the hell was this? Tom looked around. He couldn't see anyone in sight. Not anyone who would stand out at least. The debt collector narrowed his eyes. This wouldn't be the first time that he got vague threats like that. Tom shoved his phone into his jacket and went back to looking for Shizuo.

Someone sent the pictures to Dougen personally. It started with a single text. No words, just one picture. It was of Akane. She looked like she was going to her school. It looked like it was taken without her knowledge. The old man frowned at the screen. He picked up his phone.

"Go see where Akane-chan is," Dougen said. "Thank you." He hung up the phone.

No sign of Shizuo yet. Tom had to think through a plan. He needed to find Shizuo first. Then what? Tom frowned.

"One thing at a time here," he told himself. Suddenly, his phone buzzed again. Maybe Vorona found him? Tom pulled out his phone for a look. He had a puzzled look on his face at the new text.

"Tanaka-san is in the alley."

"What the hell?" Tom asked. He typed up his own response.

"Who the hell is this?" the debt collector typed. Tom hit send. Unfortunately, the text didn't go through. The debt collector frowned. Maybe he was in a bad cell reception place? That couldn't be right. He's taken calls before. A throwaway number? It was possible.

His phone rang in his hand.

"Hello?" Tom asked.

"You found him yet?" Vorona asked. The debt collector sighed.

"No. Did you?" he asked.

"Negative," the Russian assassin said. Tom rubbed his forehead. Where did his old friend go? And who was texting him so much?

The Awakusu had heard nothing so far. Dougen kept getting pictures of his granddaughter that looked like they were taken without her knowledge. His men hadn't found anything just yet. The old man clicked his tongue. He picked up the phone again.

"Hello?" Mikiya asked.

"Have you talked to Akane lately?" his father asked. There was a pause on the other line.

"No," the mob prince said. "What's going on?" The old man was about to speak when he had another call coming in. Akane's number flashed across the screen.

"Excuse me," Dougen said. He switched over the lines.

"Hello?" the old man asked. "Akane-chan? Is that you? Where are you? Are you okay?" Instead of his granddaughter's voice, there was a woman laughing on the other line. A flash of anger filled his eyes.

"Who is this?" he asked. There was a pause on the other line.

"Guess where your granddaughter is," the woman said in a childlike voice. Dougen growled.

"What did you do to her?!" he shouted. More laughing filled his ear.

"Who the fuck are you?!" the old man yelled. The woman only said three words over the line.

"Come find me," she said. The caller hung up before Dougen could say a word. The old man growled and rose to his feet. Akane's safety had clouded his judgment.

Tom doesn't understand what the hell is going on. Someone keeps texting what he is doing.

"Tanaka-san is in front of Russia Sushi."

"Tanaka-san is in front of the Starbucks."

"Tanaka-san is crossing the street."

"Tanaka-san is in the alley."

It just kept going like that. Tom began to feel uneasy. Someone had to be following him and keeping up. Texting back wasn't working either. Tom kept getting a failure to deliver message. The man couldn't see who was following him. Nobody stood out in the crowd. Everyone in Tokyo alone had a cell phone. The debt collector wasn't tech-savvy enough to trace the IP.

"Hey!" someone shouted. Tom looked up. Vorona was standing next to him, staring at him. The debt collector blinked at her.

"Huh?" he asked. "Oh. You found him yet?"

"Negative," she said. Even though she didn't show it, Tom could see the hidden worry in her eyes.

"Look, we'll follow him, I promise," he said. He tried to pat her on the shoulder but she drew back. She said nothing. Suddenly, Tom's phone buzzed. The debt collector paused with his eyes shifting back and forth.

"Something wrong?" Vorona asked. Tom winced for a moment before he sighed.

"Say, have you been getting any weird texts today?" he asked.

"No," the Russian woman said. "Why?" Tom looked around for a moment. There weren't many people around, but whoever was harassing him could still be watching them.

"Okay," the debt collector said. He pulled out his phone and showed Vorona the text messages.

"What are all of these?" she asked.

"I have no idea," Tom said. "I don't know who keeps sending me these. I tried to text back but they don't go through."

"There's a new one," Vorona said.

"Huh?" Tom asked. He looked down at his phone. There was another message waiting for him. The debt collector's face went pale when he saw it.

"Tanaka-san and Vorona are talking about me in front of the Tokyo Hands building."

A crunching noise from the alley caught their attention. Tom and Vorona whipped around.

Dougen didn't make it as far as the car. He and his bodyguards walked out to the waiting car. Two of the men in the front froze in their tracks.

"What?" the yakuza boss asked. The driver's side door opened wide. The bodyguards braced themselves as a woman in a driver's uniform and a black and red goat mask exited the vehicle. Dougen gritted his teeth.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked. The woman didn't say much. She just put up her right thumb and index finger into a gun. She only said one thing.

"Bang."

"What the fuck are you-?1" the old man asked. He didn't even get to finish that sentence. Boom! The bodyguards didn't even get a chance to react as their boss' head exploded. Dougen's body dropped to the guard. The bodyguards reached for their guns. The woman "driver" smirked to herself under her mask as she reached out her hands and clutched them into fists.

Snap!

Their necks snapped to the side and their bodies dropped to the ground. DK tried not to snicker to herself. Honestly, she wasn't sure it she was going to pull this off just the next day. But there were just some tricks and new toys that DK just had to try out. In truth, she had planned to use the long ranged gun for quite some time.

The serial killer took a look around. No time to enjoy her handy work. Time to wrap up here.

[Taro: See? I told you there was going to be a big death. No, this isn't the one. This is a big one. Not the big one. That's going to be coming in about a couple of days. Stick around for that one.]

A wave of relief washed over Tom's face.

"Shizuo," he said. The minotaur stood at the end of the alley. He looked like he was looking at them. Vorona stood by Tom.

"Is that him?" she asked.

"Yeah," the debt collector whispered. He started to take slow steps toward his friend. He motioned the man-creature over to him.

"Come on," Tom whispered. "Come on. Come on." Shizuo stood, staring at him. The debt collector grew closer. He held out his hand. Vorona moved her hand to her gun. One wrong move could throw everything sideways. The Russian assassin was ready to put down her senpai if she had to.

Lucky for her, Tom got to Shizuo first. He grabbed his friend by the collar.

"Got ya," he whispered. The minotaur made noises as he bucked his head up and down.

"Vorona! Help!" Tom shouted. Vorona put down her gun and ran over to the men to take Shizuo by the other side. It took a while, but they managed to get the minotaur under control. Tom didn't know if his friend could understand him but whispered into Shizuo's bull ear. The minotaur slowly calmed down. Vorona looked over at Tom.

"Now what?" she asked. The debt collector didn't have an answer. Suddenly, his phone buzzed. Tom used his free hand to pull it out of his jacket. He got one more text.

"Takana-san and Vorona found Minotaur-kun in alley. Good night. ;)"

He hasn't gotten a strange text since.

-December 15th, 2015-

Tom and Vorona sat in the living room of Tom's apartment. Shizuo sat on the floor across from him.

"This isn't working," Vorona said.

"Yeah," Tom said. There came a buzz on the door.

"I've got it," the debt collector said. He stood up and walked over to the door. Vorona kept her eyes on Shizuo. It still hurt to see him like this. She should just put him out of his misery. But why couldn't she bring herself to do it?

The Russian assassin lifted her head when she heard footsteps walking into the living room. Tom came in with Kasuka. The actor/idol had his usual stoic look on his face. The debt collector turned to him.

"This is him," Tom said. "I'm so sorry." Kasuka stared at his man-beast brother.