Chapter
Thirty-Nine: Fighting Tide:
Tsuzuki could
see that the barrier wouldn’t hold much longer either. They had to finish this
now! How long had it been? Somehow, that was irrelevant. Anna hasn’t been
picking up her phone.
“Is she doing
okay?” Tsuzuki asked. He looked at the sky. Something about it gave him pause.
Purple waves floated through the sky. He could see little holes of light.
Tsuzuki reached up towards them.
“How long do you
plan to keep this up, Haruka?” he asked. “Do you hate Usagi-chan that much to
kill yourself?” The shinigami shook his head. How could the need to live come
down to this? His heart ached for the whole Eda-Kimoto clan. So blood and death.
They used to be good people. They just got sick of dying so soon. Everyone in
their villages relied on them. But the clan couldn’t save themselves.
Tsuzuki put his
hand to his chest. Still no excuse for murder. This had to stop. Anna shouldn’t
live for revenge. She should be enjoying her life with her new family. They were
married with a baby girl at home. Haruka wouldn’t let them enjoy the peace. She
had to go. This had to end.
Suddenly, a
high-pitched whistle filled the air. Tsuzuki turned his head. That whistle
filled the air. Tsuzuki turned his head. That whistle filled the air. The
shinigami smiled.
“Ah,” he said.
Tsuzuki held out his right hand. The whistling grew closer. Closer. Closer.
Closer…
Wham!
Tsuzuki grinned.
He looked at the glowing weapon in his hand. The light started to die away.
Copper wires held tow long silver poles together. Tsuzuki looked at it for a
moment.
“Hm…” he said.
The shinigami took out his remaining stones and his fuda. Tsuzuki set them on
his weapon. All started to glow as they vanished. The poles and wires started to
become full. Tsuzuki smiled.
“That’s more
like it,” he said. But the weapon wasn’t complete. The shinigami knew why.
Nevertheless, he had the advantage now.
“Hang on, Usagi,
Airi-chan!” Tsuzuki said. “I’m coming for you. Let’s end this!” The shinigami
flew to what he believed was north.
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Watari turned to
Tatsumi as the table’s light started to brighten up and grow dim.
“We did it,” he
said.
“Seems that
why,” the other shinigami said, pushing up his glasses. “Now what?” Watari
grinned.
“Tatsumi,” he
said. “Go out to Hotaru’s party.” Tatsumi gave him a funny look.
“Why?” he asked.
“Come on,” the
blonde scientist said. “There’s still time. Bon’s there. You could go and at
least say hi.”
“And what about
you?” the other shinigami asked. Watari shrugged.
“I will stay
behind just in case,” he said. “I’ll be fine. I will take it from here.” Tatsumi
narrowed his eyes.
“If I go, will
you shut up about it?” he asked. Watari nodded like a little child. The other
shinigami rolled his eyes.
“Fine,” he said.
“Thank you for
your hard work,” Watari said. Tatsumi rolled his eyes.
“Good night,” he
said. The men bowed and Tatsumi walked out of the lab.
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Tatsumi rang
Hotaru’s doorbell. He waited until the door opened.
“Tatsumi!”
Hotaru said. “So good to see you. Come on in!”
“Good evening,” the shinigami said. They bowed and she let him in.