Chapter Eighteen: Metal Kitsune Heart:
The day dragged on as normal. Tsuzuki dreaded going home. Heï¿½d have to face her again tonight. He couldnï¿½t wait to be happy at home again. Still, he needed to bring his wife home. Tsuzuki packed up and left Ju-Oh-Cho.
ï¿½Iï¿½m home,ï¿½ he said when he made it back to his apartment. However, only the silence greeted him. Tsuzukiï¿½s eyes scanned the room.
ï¿½Sweetie?ï¿½ he whispered. The Shinigami processed down the hall. He came to the open bedroom door. The man peeked inside.
ï¿½Dear?ï¿½ he whispered. ï¿½You still awake?ï¿½ His ears caught a light snicker. Tsuzuki peeked into the room. He found his wife sitting on their futon dressed in a red lacy gown.
ï¿½Welcome home,ï¿½ she greeted him. Despite his eyes going back to her ample bosom, Tsuzuki put on a bold face.
ï¿½Is Anna-chan still there?ï¿½ he asked. The Mother gave him an angelic look.
ï¿½Whatever do you mean?ï¿½ she asked. ï¿½Of course Iï¿½m still here.ï¿½
ï¿½Youï¿½re not my Anna-chan,ï¿½ he said. ï¿½I want to know if sheï¿½s still there or not.ï¿½ The Mother sneered for a second. Tsuzuki felt tempted to draw out her rage. He slid the door shut behind him.
ï¿½Listen,ï¿½ he said. ï¿½I just want my wife back.ï¿½ His wife put up a classy front.
ï¿½Well, Iï¿½m here now,ï¿½ she said. ï¿½Deal with it.ï¿½ Tsuzuki gritted his teeth. Why did she have to have Annaï¿½s face and body? He fought his libido to not devour her. The Mother noticed his face.
ï¿½Aw,ï¿½ she said. ï¿½Whatï¿½s the matter? Conflicted about me?ï¿½ She chuckled at his problem.
ï¿½You poor fool,ï¿½ the Mother cooed, ï¿½You men are the same. You only want me for sex or power.ï¿½ The kitsune snorted and gritted her teeth. ï¿½That bastard locked me away out of fear for his own daughter!ï¿½ Her lips curved into a smirk as she looked him in the eye. ï¿½I donï¿½t understand why that silly girl loved him so much,ï¿½ she said, ï¿½That manï¿½s really a hypocrite. The same is true about you.ï¿½ Tsuzuki glared at her.
ï¿½What did you say?ï¿½ he asked. The Mother licked her lips.
ï¿½Murderer,ï¿½ she taunted him. ï¿½Thatï¿½s all you are. You and Daisuke are the lowest of the low. Heh, Iï¿½m starting to question Annaï¿½s poor taste with the men in her life.ï¿½ Tsuzuki lunged forward enraged and grabbed her by throat. The wife gave him a twisted smirk as his grip tightened.
ï¿½Oh look!ï¿½ she cried in a strangled voice. ï¿½Asato-kunï¿½s murdering his wife!ï¿½ Tsuzuki let go of her while in a complicated place. The Mother caught her breath and gave him a devilish smile.
ï¿½Aw, whatï¿½s wrong?ï¿½ she cooed. ï¿½Canï¿½t bring yourself to harm the woman you love?ï¿½ The kitsune held back a laugh.
ï¿½Pathetic,ï¿½ she said. ï¿½Men, youï¿½re all the same, really weak!ï¿½ Tsuzuki huffed at her and turned away.
ï¿½Iï¿½m going to bed,ï¿½ he muttered under his breath. The Mother watched him walk out the door.
ï¿½You canï¿½t run away from me!ï¿½ she shouted. I will make you my toy. You just watch and see. The mighty kitsune licked her hungry lips and laid back on the futon she shared with her husband.