Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Toxic Butterflies ❯ Suroriya’s Garden ( Chapter 6 )

XxXxXxXx

Toxic Butterflies

Chapter 6: Suroriya's Garden

By: Revamp

XxXxXxXx

Kosei sat at the living room table, bent over it with his elbows propping up his head as he thought deeply to himself. His long fingers laced beneath his chin. `Everyone is dead…Shana…Prada…and probably Aya as well. She was supposed to come over, but she never made it and I can't get a hold of her. I'm the only one left, and now she's just watching me, waiting for me to make my move.'

He slammed his hands down on the table. The sound echoed off of the empty walls of the room as a deep-rooted anxiety washed over him. “I have no choice but to make my move,” Kosei stood up, his visage hardening. “There's nothing like the straight forward entrance. I'm going to go right up to her house and face her. I want to end this nightmare myself. I should have done this long ago. It's either her or me, the clash of the killers.”

His words picked up, gaining strength as he got up and walked towards his front door. Kosei's face hardened with determination as he walked out of the door and went to Suroriya's little house.

He knocked on the door, just as she was making tea. The murderer turned to her little black bird and gave him a smile.

“Door bell! Door bell! The door bell,” Q-chan called out.

“Of course, the marking time is near,” Suroriya's smile faded as she approached the door and opened it to reveal the blue-haired man before her. The very man who killed her sister in a demented artistic display, the very goal of her dark intentions was staring her down. A moment of silence passed between the two of them before she spoke.

“It's the first time I've had you over here. You always seemed too proud to want to come to this little house,” Suroriya remarked, colder than she had before.

“I'm here on business matters only. This is far from a friendly meeting,” she knew exactly why he was here.

“The least we could do is sit down and have some tea. I just prepared it, so it should be the perfect temperature for the occasion,” the lolita would hate to waste any of her precious tea.

Kosei's features hardened, “I'll entertain you, for now.”

Suroriya stepped aside and gestured for him to walk inside, “then please, come in.”

Kosei walked inside, his body was tense as he cautiously walked over to the same table that Prada had sat at before. He slowly sat down and glanced around as Suroriya walked into the kitchen and came back out with her finest china tea cups. Q-chan was on her shoulder observing the scene from another angle as she sat the cup in front of him and poured her special blend of tea for him.

Kosei picked up the cup and stared at the liquid within. Blue eyes narrowed at the color. `Red…' It was just as Prada had told him during her dying days. In the back of his mind, he wondered whose blood he was about to take a drink of. Sipping it, the tea left a metallic after taste in his mouth, just as he suspected.

Suroriya cocked her head with a smirk. “You don't like it? It's made with very special ingredients.”

A whirlwind of flashbacks assaulted his mind of that very moment where Prada had told him about the lolita's special blend of tea.

`That tea…The red tea that I loved so much…It's made with blood.'

`The blood of her tortured victims, no doubt I'm no angel, but neither is she,' he sat the tea cup down, his stomach churned at the foul taste of it as he stood up from his seat. She was obviously toying with him. “Stop wasting my time and cut the bullshit. What did you do with my friends and my girlfriend? I know it was you. There's no denying it.”

“What are you talking about? It's rude to assume things and start spouting off meaningless delusions.” Honestly, he was ruining her nice little tea party with his paranoid behavior. It was disturbing the atmosphere.

Kosei's eyes narrowed, “she saw you, you in specifically, in her visions. You dismembered her and made her watch her own grizzly death. You're just as sadistic and cold-hearted as you have always been, with such blatant disregard for human life.”

`So says the pot to the kettle.' Suroriya frowned at his hypocrisy. “I think you're misunderstanding. I really don't know what you're talking about or who this friend of yours is. She clearly has the wrong person. I've never heard such a story before.” It was half true. The lolita had a feeling that he was talking about Prada's incident with her hallucinogenic tea. Funny, she had no idea the girl would actually end up dead over it. All the better. She deserved to die for meddling in her schemes.

“I know your real name isn't Suroriya. Your real name is Kazuza, and you had a twin sister named Copperia.” It was time that Kosei rip that mask off of her face.

“The sister that was in love with you, so much so that she desired to become wed to you one day. The one that you murdered and held such…blatant disregard for that you buried her body beneath a cold, unmoving floor instead of giving her a proper burial that was worthy of a real and true human being? That Copperia?” Kazuza's words were of absolute detest. How dare he tell preach to her about her disregard for life. Who the hell did he think he was?

“You don't even know the whole story,” she could say what she wanted, but he had his own outlook on what happened and how it went down.

“How did you come to that deduction? I know everything that happened during the course of that year's time,” Kazuza shot as she began to tell her side of the story.

My sister, Copperia, was madly in love with you. Out of the two of us, she was the optimistic one who desired to fulfill her wish of having a family and being with the man she loved. However she, like most girls had doubts. She worried that she wasn't good enough for you, or that you would turn her away if she dared to ask you out. I set the two of you up on our initial meeting then I relayed your message to her and let her know you were interested. She was happy and you two dated, but from the shadows, Aze watched and waited.

She grew jealous of my sister, and soon, her jealousy turned into a sick infatuation. Aze always stalked Copperia. It made her uneasy and it creeped her out but she kept going to you, because of her sickening attraction to a scum bag.

Then…something peculiar happened. Aze became frustrated when she was painting. It was a miniscule factor to anyone else, but to an artist it was important. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find the perfect shade of red.

It infuriated her in abnormal ways, in frightening and unstable ways. It occupied her time so much that she locked herself in the basement and refused to come out. My sister felt guilty but she was happy that Aze was confined away from her.

During dinner, Copperia was cleaning a knife when your sister came into the room, startling her. She slashed her arm with the knife as it tumbled to the ground. At that moment, Aze's face lit up in twisted delight as she rushed over and clutched Copperia's bleeding arm with an unstable smile and hands tinted in crimson.

Startled, my sister pulled back and out of the girl's grasp.

Aze looked at her hands with wide eyes and a blissful expression. They trembled before her with excitement. “Yes! Yes! This is it! This is the one thing I have been looking for all of this time! You! You will be my inspiration for my next painting! It will be a perfect masterpiece!”

At the time, Copperia was unsure of what she meant, but it terrified her. She came to me that night in tears, asking me for advice. Copperia expressed her dilemma to me and she had come to the ultimatum of approaching you that next day. That was the day that she had planned on breaking up with you. Just thinking about what you put her through makes me sick.

She never came home that night.

Kosei spoke after hearing her version of the events that unfolded that horrific day. “It's true that I buried her beneath the floor boards. Aze had stabbed her to death in the basement, longing for her desired shade of red. She was crazy and I couldn't calm her down. I tried. I even tried to get her to seek professional help, but nothing worked. I didn't know what had happened until I came down there to see blood all over. It was like a violent struggle took place. I didn't know what to think or what to do. I was scared out of my mind, and I didn't want to be charged for a murder I didn't commit. I also didn't want Aze to suffer, so I helped Aze hide the body beneath the basement floor,” the blue-haired man admitted that he just wanted to wash his hands of everything, “I remodeled the entire basement, getting rid of the evidence and burning anything sprayed in blood to escape the speculation. I sent my sister to another country, so she couldn't be found out. I continued to love here into his house, so that no one could ever find her body. I didn't want anyone to know about what had happened and if they ever found out, then it would be because I died and the house was sold to someone else. I never wanted this murder to be solved. I just continued to live my life as normally as I could.” That included covering for a crime and pretending her death meant nothing, that it was something that could simply be swept under the rug and hidden from humanity.

Kazuza crossed her arms. “It's just as I thought. If you honestly thought that you could get away from me, then you are a bigger fool than I thought. Twins have an uncanny connection. We feel each other's pain and are thought to be two halves of a whole. If one dies, the other tends to want to take their life. You could never understand how I feel about what you've done to her.”

“You had a reason to kill Aze, just like you do me, but if you have my friend hostage, please let her go. She was never a part of this. She didn't even know anything about this.” Just as Shana, or Aya. No one knew about the murder but he and his sister. His girlfriend killed herself and her friend, all that was left to be concerned with was Aya.

A dark smile crossed Kazuza's face. “My, we are presumptuous to automatically think that I have something to do with her disappearance.” Now, why would he think something like that? How unclassy and illogical.

“You killed Shana and Prada as well,” he stared directly into the cold depths of her eyes.

“Prada killed Shana. I only served her some of my hallucinogenic tea. Honestly, I did nothing to Prada. The propaganda that came from her head was merely her own overactive imagination.” To think that girl actually thought she was some sort of cannibal who operated on people in the depths of her basement. It was amusing how many demented thoughts ran through her head.

“What did you do to Aya?” Kosei demanded to know. If she hurt that girl, he swore there would be hell to pay.

“I can show you. I have her here with me.”

Kosei cast her a skeptical glare, “then bring her up here.”

“That cannot be done.”

“Why?”

“She is unable to function. If you want to see her, then you must follow me,” Kazuza commanded. Like hell she was going to get herself dirty messing in such pointless affairs, not to mention getting Kosei down to the basement was part of the chase. Soon, he would be resting beside of his childhood friend.

“Fine,” Kosei agreed as the two walked over to the basement stairs. He went down first, taking a couple of steps down into the darkness. Kazuza watched with a glint of impish glee in her eyes. Taking her foot, she kicked him abrasively in the back. He let out a shocked yelp as his body plummeted head over heels down the stone stairs. Each sharp edge jabbed him and dug into his body as he continued to tumble before being launched down to the floor where he landed harshly on his back. The force of the fall beat the breath out of him, and a warm sensation overcame him.

Staring at the lolita's silhouette at the top of the stairs, his vision swam before him and her figure blurred as everything around him faded into black.

…To Be Continued