Author's Note: This book will be grittier than the previous ones. So gritty that I labeled it MA on other sites. However, I will try to keep it down to M on this site so not to get in trouble.
Chapter One: Fetish:
March 2nd, 2010.
Outside a Shinto shrine in Kyoto, Tsuzuki and Anna stood looking in. The man turned to his ladylove.
"You sure you want to do this?" he asked. Anna nodded. Tsuzuki took a moment to admire her facial features in the setting sun behind her. The lighting gave her an immortal youthful glow under her light make-up. Her gold earring flashed in a soft tone on her cheek and jaw.
"You won't have any second thoughts, will you?" he asked.
"I won't she said.
"You sure?" Tsuzuki asked.
"Asato-kun," the woman said sternly. He drew his mouth closed. She gave him a little smile. He glanced at her.
"I just want to be certain," the man said.
"I know," Anna said. She stroked him on the arm.
"It'll be okay," she murmured. Tsuzuki eyed her.
"You promise?" he asked. "I just don't want you getting cold feet at the last minute."
"I won't," the woman replied. "I promise. Anything else?" Tsuzuki shook his head and looked forward.
"Just, we've kept them waiting long enough," he said.
"Huh?" she asked as she looked forward. The priest's wife looked on at them from inside. Tsuzuki put on a serious face.
"Ready to do this?" he asked. Anna gave him a nod.
"Yes," she said. He took her by her hand and they walked into the shrine.
March 31st, 2010, 8:00 p.m.
Tatsumi blinked at Anna, confused. "What did you just say?"
Anna's eyes widened at what she just said. "Oh…" She put her hand over her mouth.
All eyes stayed on her.
"Since when?" the nurse asked, eyebrow raised. Anna lowered her head.
"Can I wait until Asato wakes up?" she mumbled.
"Why?" the nurse demanded. Anna pressed her lips together.
"Oh," a voice from the infirmary mumbled. "What's going on out there?" Everyone looked to see Tsuzuki poking his head out the open door.
"Tsuzuki-san!" the nurse gasped. "You're supposed to be in bed, resting."
"I feel fine," he brushed off. "I just fainted, that's all." He looked and saw his wife.
"Anna-chan?" he asked. His wife rushed over to him and embraced him.
"Asato," she said. "I'm so glad you're okay!" Tsuzuki took her into his arms.
"Of course," he said. "I heal quickly, remember?" Anna only nuzzled his neck. Someone cleared their throat at them. The couple looked up to see Tatsumi frowning at them.
"You have some explaining to do," he said in a stern voice.
"Huh?" Tsuzuki asked. Anna lowered her head.
"Anna-chan, you didn't…" her husband whispered.
"I'm sorry," she murmured. He held her tighter to his body.
Back in the infirmary, husband and wife sat on the bed together. The Shinigami stared at them.
"When did this happen?" Tatsumi asked.
"When we got married?" Tsuzuki asked.
"Yes," his former partner answered. Tsuzuki held Anna's hand.
"This month," he said.
"When exactly?" Watari asked.
"Earlier this month," his friend said.
"Earlier when?" Tatsumi asked.
"Day after my birthday," Anna replied. The other Shinigami went quiet.
"Five weeks?" Tatsumi asked. "Five weeks?"
"Yes," the couple said. The secretary sat back in silence. He took a moment to ponder this.
"I see…" the man replied. Tatsumi got up and walked out of the room. Watari looked on rather lost.
"Tatsumi?" he asked as he followed behind. Hisoka stared silent at his partner. The withering pain in his heart drove him to turn and leave. Tsuzuki wanted to reach out to the younger Shinigami.
"I am so sorry, baby," Anna murmured moments later. "I didn't mean to rat us out." Tsuzuki nuzzled her neck.
"It's okay," he whispered. "It couldn't be helped."
"The mother's gotten free now. Papa's shield is lost."
"Yes, I figured as much." Tsuzuki brushed some of her hair behind her ear.
"They put me under watch for now."
Tsuzuki ran his finger in circles on her dainty hand. Anna focused on him as he did so.
"Now what do we do now? They know everything."
He firmly held her hand. "We'll have to wait and see."
"Shhh, come here." He pulled her closer to his body.
Outside in the hall, Tatsumi drew out his phone and made a little call.
Downtown Tokyo, Chijou.
Kabukicho reeked of lust. So much so that his head began to spin. He couldn't understand what was happening to his body lately. He couldn't keep his food down every time he ate. His body became weaker, but his appetites grew stronger. So much stronger that the muscles in his stomach yielded to pain. Pain worse than being stabbed over and over again.
Over the past few days, that pain spread to his head. So, he turned to drink to cope. The feeble medicine led him to the strangest places that he proudly called home.
Tonight, he sat in a bar called Summer Fair. He took a look around him. Large breasts far as the eye could see. Too many low-cut blouses for his taste. He kept his eyes deep down at his glass with red cheeks. He had no idea why he came here. Yet, he couldn't go home. His pain kept him bound where he sat. Even the sake below him didn't taste appealing anymore.
He happened to look up to his left to see a woman sitting in man's lap at the bar. Her pretty little tongue nearly choked him with each sloppy kiss. The boyfriend's hands stayed at her large bosom as he felt his trousers get tight. From the bar, his breath grew heavier the longer he watched. The pounding in his chest rushed to his head as he swallowed back some drool. Before he knew it, his feet guided him over to the couple. The boyfriend glanced up and noticed him.
"Yeah?" he asked in between kisses. He stared at the kissing couple for a long moment.
"I have drugs and great toys at my place," he offered. "Interested?" It came out before he had time to think. The randomness frightened him, but yet…
The boyfriend pondered this through his lusty haze. Not a bad invitation. His eyes turned to his girlfriend, licking at his neck.
"What do you say, babe?" he asked. His girlfriend glanced at him.
"Mmm, play with me," she said. "Excite me!" Her boyfriend looked up at him.
"Give it to us," he said. The host gave him a twisted grin.
The trip to the host's apartment was only a thirty minute taxi ride. The couple sucked face the whole way. He ran his impromptu plan back in his distorted mind from the beginning. From there, a hungry malice drove him.
He led the couple to his bedroom in his apartment after he paid the driver. He set up the video camera on his tripod as the couple dove straight to second base in under a minute. The girl had stripped down to her beige and pink underwear by this point. Her boyfriend's jacket and shirt joined her clothes.
The host opened his desk drawer and reached inside. He retrieved a syringe and wiped it clean. The boyfriend noticed him filling it with a special type of drug.
"What is that? Kiss" he asked. The host smiled as he pumped the needle in the air twice.
"Oh," he said. "Just a little pick me up for the night."
"Ah," the boyfriend said as his girlfriend pushed him back on the bed. The host wore an icy smirk on his face.