Chapter Fifteen:
Thorns:
Tsuzuki tried to
remember what happened. He and Anna were walking to the final battle. They
didn’t know where that was. But the couple had to go there. He was holding her
hand. She was behind him. They spoke to each other. She was right there. And
then…
There was that
smell. He couldn’t quit pinpoint what it was. But it made him think of meat left
to rot in the desert. Tsuzuki glanced around for the source.
What is that
smell?
Then it went
black.
Tsuzuki
currently looked around. Yep, he was alone. He couldn’t stop moving though. To
stand still would be second suicide. While moving he needed a game plan. Haruka
and her kitsune had to be nearby. But where? Where were Anna and Airi for that
matter?
Snap!
He’s not alone
anymore.
Tsuzuki turned
around. “Hello.” He heard giggling behind him. Footsteps followed. Sounded like
running. Tsuzuki drew out his fuda. His eyes shifted left and right. The
shinigami slowed down his steps.
“I know you are
here,” he said. “Come out and show yourself!” More giggling filled the air. A
chill ran down his spine. Did it suddenly get colder?
“Hello?” he
asked. “Anna-chan? Airi-chan?” Something tapped him on the shoulder. The
shinigami turned around. A mist shot in his eyes.
“Gah!” he
shouted. The shinigami tried to rub his eyes. Laughing circled his head. Tsuzuki
struggled to keep his balance. Two fingers poked him in the back. The sensation
of stepping on knives coursed his feet. He clinched his teeth to keep walking.
You will not get
to me!
Tsuzuki closed
his eyes and kept walking. The pain increased with each step. Whispering joined
the laughter. It didn’t help that the smell got worse. The sounds made Tsuzuki
angrier.
Enough already!
I do not have time for your games! Show me where Anna-chan is!
Then it all went
silent.
Huh?
Tsuzuki opened
his eyes and looked around. He found himself surrounded by thorns. They obscured
his vision. Some pierced his sides and back. Tsuzuki struggled to get out.
“What is this?”
he asked. Giggling filled the air again. Tsuzuki looked up. A child version of
Haruka floated in front of him. She wore a long on her head. The child smirked
at his misery.
“Hello,” she
said. “Welcome to my playhouse.” Tsuzuki gritted his teeth.
“What did you do
to Anna-chan?” he asked. The little girl twirled about.
“Gone,” she
said.
“Where?” the
shinigami asked. Haruka put her finger to her lips.
“Not telling,”
Tsuzuki heard in his mind.
“What?” he
asked. The child giggled again. She vanished into thin air.
“Hey! Come back
here!” he shouted. “Let me out of here! Let me out of here!” Everything went
silent. This would not end here. Tsuzuki held up his fuda.
“I’m not sure if
this will work,” he said to himself. “But I have to try.” He took a breath and
started chanting. The fuda started glowing. Tsuzuki ignored the heat in his
hand. The shinigami opened his eyes.
“Now!” he
shouted. Sparks flew out from the fuda. Each out hit the thorns. It felt like
shards of glass hitting his face. Small cuts covered Tsuzuki’s cheeks and
forehead. Blood ran down his skin. All of the thorns broke into dust. Tsuzuki
stood but his head was spinning.
“Whoa,” the
shinigami muttered. He sank to his knees, panting. That damned giggling came
again. Tsuzuki gritted his teeth and lifted his head. A faint whisper filled his
ear.
“You will not win this,” it said. “I will crush you both.” Tsuzuki fought to stay conscious but gave into blacking out after ten minutes.