Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Uprising ❯ Obsession ( Chapter 10 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

(Disclaimer:  I do not own Yami no Matsuei or Yu Yu Hakusho.  Thankfully, I don’t want to own them.  Just play around with them some.)

(AN:  I’m so sorry for how much time it’s taken me to write these chapters.  Homework and finals have never been kind to me.  A little warning:  I will have some kinda gross stuff here.  Then again, Accounting NEVER is forgiving.  Okay, enough excuses.  Let’s go!)

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Michi ko lay on the bed in the love hotel, struggling to breathe.  But the more she tried to, the more blood escaped her cut throat.  “W-Why...” she managed to get out, her voice choking from her own blood.  When she coughed, the bleeding got worse.

A man with dark brown eyes and gelled-back brown hair gave the dying woman a menacing smile.  “If I can’t have you, no one else will...” he said, holding the knife in his hand like a close family friend.  “You sure you don’t want to change your mind?”

Michiko reached her hand up to him in a feeble attempt to defend herself.  “W-Why.... a-are you d-doing this t-to me?” she hoarsely got out.

The man’s smile turned into a menacing frown.  “I told you... you belong to me forever,” he answered.  “Now... I won’t ask again.”

“G-Go to hell... S-Sa...”  The rest was silenced by the knife ripping into her chest, the cold blade finally killing her.

The man stood up from the bed, pulling the knife from the corpse on the bed.  His mouth widened into a smile at the grisly sight before him.  “Such a stupid little bitch...” he said before he slammed the knife down again...

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Hisoka snapped himself awake before he sat up in the guest bedroom at Kurama’s house.  He held a hand to his chest and looked around.  No blood, no corpse... it was all a dream.  Was it really? Hisoka thought to himself as he got out of bed.

“Hisoka?  Are you all right?” Kurama asked from outside in the hallway.

“Yes, Shuichi, I’m all right,” Hisoka answered, careful to use Kurama’s human name in public.  He changed into a pair of jeans, a denim jacket and an orange shirt before he opened the door.

Kurama stood there in a light jacket with a red shirt and jeans.  “Are you sure?” he said.

Hisoka wiped his brow slowly.  “Yes, it was just a rough night,” he answered, sensing that Kurama knew that something was wrong.  “It was about Michiko’s death.”

“You mentioned that you were able to ascertain the thoughts of others from clairvoyance,” Kurama said sagely.

Hisoka nodded.  “Just as easily as I could tell of your feelings for Andrea,” he replied.

Kurama blinked at him.  “What?”

“You care about her,” Hisoka said.  “Any fool can see that.  But something happened between you.”

Kurama took a deep breath.  “You’re right,” he answered.  “She’s a smart girl, sarcastic at times, but still a smart girl.  I said something she didn’t need to hear, and she wasn’t the same again.”

“What was it?”

Kurama took another deep breath.  “That I didn’t feel the same for her as she did for me,” he answered.  “I knew she was hurt, but she stood there as if she wasn’t sure whether to hate me or to break down.  And before I could stop her, she told Botan to take her home.”

“She just needed some time to cool down,” Hisoka said.  “You should take some time to talk with her alone.  I think she’d appreciate that.”

Kurama thought about it and knew that Hisoka was probably right.  At least until some of this case has calmed down some.  “Perhaps you’re right.”

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Andrea sat in the living room in her apartment with a bottle of green tea on a coaster.  She held her laptop in her lap and was busy looking up articles about Michiko Fujiwara.  Her blue eyes scanned the screen as she looked for any information that looked useful.  Thankfully, it was Andrea’s day off from work, so she was more than happy to help out.

The door to her apartment opened and Tsuzuki walked in, carrying a large coffee in one hand while holding a bag of muffins in his teeth.  Morning food runs were always fun for him.  He pulled the bag down.  “Andrea, I’m back,” he said, seeing the auburn haired girl on the couch.

“Welcome back,” Andrea said, looking up for a second before rubbing her eyes.

“How long have you been up?” Tsuzuki asked as he sat down next to her.

“Only an hour,” she answered.  “It’s my day off, remember?”

“Oh, right.”  He set the bag of muffins down on the coffee table before he noticed the bottle of green tea.  “You like green tea, Andrea?”

Andrea leaned up and grabbed the bottle.  “Yeah,” she answered, taking a small swallow of it.  “Supposed to help with preventing cancer and stuff, and since I’m running around all the time, I can’t be too careful.”

“True.”  He looked at her.  Maybe Andrea hadn’t recovered from Kabukicho as well as he thought.  There were so many sexual thoughts and places there that would corrupt a soul like hers.  “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine.”

And that was all Tsuzuki was able to get out of her.  Until...

“Did you ever find out anything about where Michiko might have gone the night she died?” Andrea asked as she set the bottle back on the coffee table.

“It was a love hotel in the area,” Tsuzuki answered.  “Called...”

“Called the Paradise,” a voice said from inside the apartment.

Tsuzuki looked up just as Andrea had started to reach between the cushions for her bladed fan that she kept there.  “Andrea, it’s all right,” he reassured her, looking at her before looking at Tatsumi.

Andrea relaxed her hand from between the couch cushions.  “I’m going to need an alarm system at this rate,” she said as she looked up at the man in the room.  “What about the Paradise?”

Tatsumi sat down on the loveseat, facing the pair on the couch.  “The Paradise is the love hotel that our victim, Michiko Fujiwara, was found murdered,” he explained.  “I assume you saw the pictures."

“Who hadn’t?” Andrea asked.  “I guess you’re not here just to tell us that.”

“You’re observant,” Tatsumi answered.  “And you’re right.”

Andrea blinked as she heard her ringtone on her cell phone.  She reached over and grabbed it before she leaned back on the couch and answered it.  “Hello?”

“Andrea?” Hisoka asked from the other end.

“Oh, hi, Hisoka,” Andrea said, wondering just how in the hell he got her number.  “What’s up?”

“Mr. Tatsumi is at your apartment, right?” Hisoka asked her.

Andrea looked up to the loveseat, still seeing Tatsumi there.  “Yeah, he’s here,” she answered, pressing a button on her phone to make it a speakerphone.  “Okay, can you hear us now?”

“That’s better,” he answered.  “I found out something about Michiko’s last night alive.”

“What is it?” Tatsumi asked him.

“The last person to see her alive was Satoshi Nakamura.”

“Her ex-boyfriend,” Tsuzuki said.  “But why would he want to see her?”

“Beats me,” Andrea answered.

Tatsumi stood up from the loveseat and sat down next to Andrea’s left side.  “Kurosaki, I want you and Tsuzuki to go talk to Michiko’s former employer,” he said.  “Kurama should go along.”

“But what about...” Tsuzuki started.

Tatsumi knew it would be about one of two things:  the muffins in the bag on the coffee table or Andrea.  And he wasn’t sure which of the two, or if any, Tsuzuki should be worried about.  “Andrea will be just fine,” he told his former partner.

“I told him that this morning,” Andrea said.

“He doesn’t listen very well,” Hisoka said over the phone.

“Hey!” Tsuzuki said, pouting at the pair in the room.  “You’re so mean, Hisoka...”

Andrea rolled her eyes as she looked at the laptop screen.  It was true:  Tsuzuki was an idiot.  She just wasn’t sure which was worse, hearing Tsuzuki pout or Tatsumi being in her apartment.  “So, what about the rest of us?” she asked.

Hisoka answered, “You girls can take care of yourselves, so if you’re okay with heading back to Kabukicho and try to find out more about Satoshi, that’d be great.”

As if on cue, Tsuzuki whined.  It was bad enough Andrea had to be subjected to the sea of temptation once, but now twice?  He wasn’t having that.

“Tsuzuki, Andrea and the girls will be fine,” Tatsumi reassured him.  “Just go with Kurosaki and Kurama.”

“Oh, we have Hiei on our side, too,” Andrea chimed in.  “He’s not swayed THAT easily.”

Tsuzuki felt a little better.  A little.  At least they would be safe.  At least, he hoped so.

“So, where does that loser live, anyway?” Andrea asked.

“He lives on the edge of Kabukicho,” Tatsumi answered.  “But he doesn’t leave his house until at night.  So, until then, you and the girls try to find out as much as you can.”

Andrea nodded.  “Sure,” she answered, tapping her fingers on the laptop.

“I’ll talk with Kurosaki and see what he’s found,” Tatsumi said.  “And Tsuzuki... you stay on your best behavior.”

Tsuzuki blinked.  “W-What gave you the impression I wasn’t?” he asked.

“Want me to start a list?” Andrea said without looking up.

Tatsumi hid a smile behind his hand.  Kurosaki was right; Andrea did have a sharp tongue.  “Well,” he said.  “I’ll leave you two to your part.”

“All right,” Hisoka said from over the phone before he heard Tatsumi leave Andrea’s apartment.  “I’ll meet Tsuzuki in an hour to figure out the Michiko end.”

“Okay,” Tsuzuki answered.  “Just be careful.”

“Of course, idiot,” Hisoka answered before he hung up.

Now it was time to figure out just how much of Andrea’s life Tsuzuki knew.  And she was going to regret asking.  “So, from as little as you're getting out of me, what can you surmise about me?" Andrea asked after she knew Tatsumi had left her apartment.

"More than you think," Tsuzuki answered.  "The taste of decor around your apartment leads me to believe you're from the United States, and the sharp tongue you have comes from years of not being taken seriously, so you put up a wall to shield the teenager in you away.  Also, the fact of your hair always being up when you're around people suggests that you're been hiding something for years.  And finally, when you brushed off the topic of your parents, I'd have to guess that you're an orphan.”

Andrea blinked at Tsuzuki.  Oh, this was going to go well...  "All right, two can play this game," she said.  "From the clothes you have on, you give off the look of a lazy coworker; someone that people would have to smack you upside the head repeatedly for you to listen.  You come from a job that is highly contradictory; you worry about the living world and hate it when someone gets hurt, hence you being highly protective."  She took a mini doughnut into her hand from Tsuzuki's grasp.  "And the fact that you're not fat or have diabetes from eating all this sugar means that you have more regard for everyone else before yourself.  And since you haven't told me a lot about YOU, I'd have to say you're just as I am."

Tsuzuki blinked at her, unable to find his voice.  So she was stubborn.  Smart and rather feisty, but stubborn.  He took a deep breath.  "You're getting there. From the fact that you're living alone, you don't look like the kind of person that likes roommates or you’ve never had one."

Andrea looked at him.  "Okay," she answered, tilting her head onto the back of the couch.  "Seeing as how stubborn you get and not letting me out of your sight, I'd have to say you're more worried about me than your boss would like.  And that you get into more trouble than you can get out of on your own."  Andrea still held the mini doughnut in her hand.  "All for the sake of a doughnut."

"Close..." Tsuzuki said, plucking the doughnut back from Andrea's grasp.  "Very close.”

Andrea blinked at the doughnut being taken away from her and then at Tsuzuki with an eyebrow raised as Tsuzuki ate it.  So there was more to Tsuzuki than she first thought.  “So, as charming as you claim you are, Tsuzuki... I’ll be keeping my eye on the case at hand,” she said, reaching for her bottle of green tea.  “And off of your very nice ass.”

Tsuzuki almost choked on his over-sweetened coffee at what he heard.  Did he hear Andrea right?  Did Kabukicho bring this out of her?  “W-What?” he asked, finally gaining his voice after a minute.

“It’s not just you men that look and see something they like,” Andrea said, sipping her green tea.

Touché, Tsuzuki thought as he started drinking his coffee while trying hard not to turn red at her statement.  She sure is a handful.  What did I get myself into?

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While the girls were going to Satoshi’s apartment, the guys were checking out Michiko’s apartment.  Hisoka had just gotten back from teleporting the girls inside the apartment undetected, and he hoped they would be careful.  If Satoshi was capable of hurting Michiko, there was no telling just what he was capable of.

When Hisoka touched the doorway into Michiko’s bedroom, he gripped the doorknob and gasped.  He saw a frightened Michiko shoving letters into a drawer in his mind.  But as he looked up, he saw a young woman of only twenty-three with long black hair and dark brown eyes.

“Hisoka?  What’s going on?” Kuwabara asked him before he looked in the doorway over Hisoka’s shoulder and screamed.

The others ran to the doorway and blinked at the woman in the bedroom.

“You’re Michiko, aren’t you?” Hisoka asked.

The woman nodded.  “Yes,” she answered.  “What are you doing in my apartment?”

Yusuke looked at the woman in the room.  “We’re trying to figure out what happened.”

“Oh, so you think you care about me,” Michiko answered, crossing her arms over her chest.  “That you care about some cheap whore from Kabukicho.”

“Do you remember of a man named Satoshi Nakamura?” Kurama asked her.

At that name, Michiko’s face turned pale.  “Oh, no...” she said, sitting down on her bed.

“What’s wrong?” Tsuzuki asked her.

Michiko pointed to a drawer on her nightstand.  “That will explain everything.”

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Viola looked around the living room, searching between the couch cushions and sighing.  “There’s nothing here,” she said.

Chloe had come out of the bedroom, shaking her head.  “Nothing here, either,” she agreed.

Andrea looked in a dresser and raised a hand to her mouth.  “Oh, my God,” she said.

“What is it?” Viola and Chloe asked in unison before they looked inside the drawer.

Inside the drawer was full of pictures of Michiko, ranging from innocent ones of them dating to more possessive ones of her while at her work and even walking to her apartment.  Some even had other men’s faces either burned off or cut out and replaced with his own.

“This guy’s freaking sick,” Viola said.

“’Sick’ wouldn’t be the word I’d want to use,” Andrea said.

“He’s taking this way too far,” Chloe replied.  “I mean, what part of a break-up did he not understand?  She didn’t want to be with him.”

“I don’t like this,” Viola said.   “Let’s just get out of here...”

Andrea was about to answer them when she heard a noise from outside.  The front door, she thought.  Cursing under her breath, she looked at them.  “Yeah, let’s get out of here,” she said quietly before she closed the drawer just as quietly.

Viola found a window before she unlocked and opened the window and climbed out onto the fire escape.  “Come on,” she said.

Chloe followed almost immediately while Andrea brought up the rear as she climbed out and closed it quietly.

Satoshi walked into the apartment and stretched before he blinked.  He walked into the living room and looked around.  Something didn’t feel right, and he confirmed it when he pushed the window open.  It was unlocked!  Someone had been inside his apartment!  He reached into a drawer and grabbed a gun.  He would make that person regret ever coming into his home.

He opened the window and peered out.  Nothing.  He leaned back inside before he locked the window and headed outside to go to the roof.

Only two floors away from the roof, the girls took a deep breath.

“That was close, guys,” Viola said.  “Come on, I think if we come up here to the roof, we’ll be all right.”

Chloe watched Viola go to the roof and followed her.

Andrea, once again, brought up the rear.  But this time, she made the mistake of looking down.  The view down from the fire escape five floors up was dizzying, and it turned Andrea’s face pale.  She grabbed the railing with one hand and the step with the other.  She felt her breath hitch in her throat as she blinked at the height.

“Andrea?  What’s going on?” Chloe asked.  Then she heard a scream.  “Shit, Viola!” she said.  “Come on, Andrea!”

Andrea heard the scream before she shut her eyes and forced herself to suck it up.  “That prick better not hurt her...” she said before she opened her eyes and raced up to the roof after her friends.

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Tsuz uki looked at the drawer and reached over to open it.  Inside was a collection of letters piled high into the nightstand drawer.  He grabbed a letter and read one aloud, “’Dear Michiko, I’ve been thinking about you today.  I know you’ve been busy with work, so I won’t keep you.  Just wanted to let you know that I love you.  I always have and I always will.  Love, Satoshi.’”

“That’s not the worst of them,” Michiko said.

Kurama picked up another letter and read it:  “’Dear Michiko, why do you have to let these other men touch you?  You know I’m the only one that deserves to touch you.  I want to make you happy.  Don’t turn me away.  Love, Satoshi.’”

Hisoka picked up a letter and read it:  “’Dear Michiko, why do you not want me anymore?  Don’t you know that I’m good for you?  That I will love you when no one else will?  Don’t think you can turn me away and get away with it.   I love you.  Love, Satoshi.’”

Yusuke picked up another letter and opened the envelope.  He read it out loud, “’Dear Michiko, you selfish bitch.  How could you want me to leave you alone?  I won’t let anyone else have you.  I’ll...’”

‘”’Kill you before another man dares to touch you,’” Michiko finished the letter.  Then the memories of what had happened that night flooded into her mind.  “Oh, no...”

“What?” Tsuzuki asked.

“Satoshi...”  Michiko blinked, her brown eyes wide open.  “Oh, no... You didn’t leave the girls there alone, did you?”

“Yeah, they’re fine, why?” Yusuke asked.

“Satoshi hates it when strangers are in his apartment!” Michiko shouted.  “If he’s capable of killing me... then...”

Tsuzuki’s blood ran cold at the thought.  He knew it was going to be a bad idea letting the girls look through Satoshi’s apartment alone.  “How long would it take to get to his apartment?” he asked her.

“Five minutes,” Michiko answered.  “But by then, it might be too late!”

“We have to get to the girls,” Kurama said.

“I’ll go with you,” Michiko said.

“Look, it’s kind of dangerous, you know...” Yusuke said.

“I understand your concern.  I do,” Michiko replied.  “But if there is some way I can help your friends, then I want to go with you.”

Tsuzuki took a deep breath.  “All right,” he said.  “Let’s stop him from taking more souls.”

With that, the group left the place, the Guardians and Michiko teleporting away while the rest raced out of the apartment.

Within a minute, Tsuzuki, Hisoka, and Michiko teleported to the roof and were surprised to see the girls on the roof... and Satoshi on the roof with a gun aimed at the girls.

“What the hell were you doing in my apartment?” he asked the girls, not knowing of the trio that had just arrived.

“We know what you did to Michiko!” Chloe said to him.  “We know you killed her!”

Satsohi chuckled before he laughed.  “Oh, so you finally figured it out, huh?” he asked.  “Well, it doesn’t matter because when I’m done with you...” He cocked his gun back before pointing at Viola, Andrea, and Chloe one at a time in an “eeny meeny miny mo” fashion.  “No one will tell a soul...”

“Satoshi!” Michiko shouted.  “You get the hell away from them!”

Satoshi looked up at Michiko and his expression changed from angry to enraged.  “You think you’re in a position to tell me what to do?” he shouted, continuing to move the gun from one girl to another.

“It’s me you want,” Michiko said.  “I know what you did to me.”

Satoshi’s attention then went to Michiko.  “I couldn’t let anyone else have you,” he said.  “You belonged with me.”

“I stopped belonging to you when I broke up with you,” Michiko said.  “You can’t own people, Satoshi.”

“Those other men had no right to touch you...”

“That is none of your concern!” Michiko shouted.  “After you got possessive and controlling, I had to leave you!  You can’t hurt the people you love just because you think you own them!”

Andrea looked at the girls.  “We should get out of here,” she whispered to them.

The trio backed away from Satoshi slowly.

“Don’t you see, Michiko?  I had to,” Satoshi said.  “I couldn’t let anyone else enjoy you like I had.   You were the only woman for me.  And seeing you with those men... seeing them kiss you after they left... you have no idea how mad that made me.”

“If you loved me, you would have let me go!”

“No, Michiko... it’s the opposite,” he said, aiming his gun at the three girls again, making them stop in mid-crawl.  “If you had loved me, I wouldn’t have to do what I did...”

“Stop it!” Michiko shouted, watching as Satoshi brought his gun up to Michiko’s chest and fired.  She looked down at her front.

“Oh, my God...” Chloe said, raising a hand to her mouth.  Viola’s dark silver eyes were wide open and Andrea’s deep blue eyes were wide as saucers.

Michiko looked up at Satoshi, smiling.  “That kind of hurt,” she said, walking to the side of the building as Satoshi fired five more times, the bullets hitting her right shoulder, stomach, her chest again, her left shoulder and finally the area between her neck and her collarbone.  “Satoshi... it ends here.”

“What is she talking about?” Andrea asked.

Satoshi fired the gun again, this time hearing an empty click.  “Damn it!” he cursed, throwing the gun onto the ground.  “I’ll just kill you again, you little bitch!”  With that, he raced towards Michiko, who now showed no signs of running away.

“What is she doing?” Viola asked, almost to her feet.  “He’s going to...”

Before Viola could finish, everyone watched at Satoshi ran right through Michiko and fell off the roof.  All that was heard from Satoshi was a scream before a crash and the sound of a car alarm going off.

Just at that moment, the door to the roof opened, and the three boys raced over to the group.

“What’s that noise?” Yusuke asked.

Everyone walked over and looked down at the scene.  Satoshi was face-down into the crushed car, broken glass all around him like a broken Christmas ornament.  His head was tilted at an unnatural angle while the windshield wiper stabbed through his heart.  The fact that he didn’t get up had showed that he had died on impact, a somewhat ironic fate to someone who had tortured Michiko mercilessly before her death.

“It’s over,” Michiko said.  “He won’t hurt anyone anymore.”

“Is he dead?” Chloe asked the group.

“Looks like it,” Kuwabara answered just as Chloe held onto Yusuke and Viola held onto Kurama, the girls shielding their faces into the boys’ shoulders.

Andrea, on the other hand, couldn’t turn away.  As she looked down, the floors from the roof made her dizzy, just as her breathing quietly quickened as she shoved her hands into her pockets before she closed her eyes.

“What will happen to them?” Kuwabara asked.

“They’ll be taken to the Gates of Judgment,” Hisoka answered.  “Satoshi will have to answer for his crimes, and Michiko’s soul will likely be at peace.”

Michiko bowed gently at them.  “I still feel responsible for what happened today,” she said.  “Your friends could have been hurt.”

“Yeah, but we would have been fine,” Chloe answered before she looked over at Andrea, who was still facing the scene.  “Andrea?”

A hand on her shoulder snapped Andrea back to reality.  The voices she had heard were warbled, almost as if she had been underwater.

“Andrea?”

This time the voice was very close to her, making Andrea open her eyes and look around.  She saw a worried set of purple eyes looking at her.  Her breathing was still shaky.

“Andrea?  Are you all right?” Tsuzuki asked her, his hand still on her shoulder.

“I’m fine,” Andrea answered, taking a deep breath.  “I’m just glad this is over.”

“I don’t know about you guys,” Yusuke said.  “But we should get the hell off this roof.”

“Yeah, you said it,” Viola answered.

While the rest of the group went to the rooftop door leading downstairs, Kurama turned to see the pair still remaining.  “Tsuzuki, Andrea, aren’t you two coming?”

Hisoka looked at the redhead.  “Kurama, they’ll come down,” he said before walking behind the group.

Kurama nodded before he walked after Hisoka.

“Want me to walk down with you?” Tsuzuki asked Andrea after they were alone.

“Sure, i-if you want to,” she answered, letting him lead her to the rooftop door and down the stairs.

As they walked down the stairs, Chloe looked at Kurama.  “Hey, did you notice that Andrea was kind of pale a few minutes ago?” she asked.

“I noticed,” Kurama answered.  “I think it’s only from what just happened today.  She’ll be all right.”

“I hope so...”

Two floors above the group, Andrea shut her eyes before she sat down on the fifth story’s step.  Tsuzuki sat down next to her and blinked at her.  Was it from what she had just witnessed, seeing Satoshi falling to his own demise?  He watched her stand back up and started back walking down the stairs again.  He stood up and walked down after her and noticed that her face wasn’t as pale as it had been on the roof and that the further down they went, the more color came back to Andrea’s face.  Something’s wrong with her, he thought.  I’ll try to find out what that is later.

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The team finally met on the sidewalk outside of the building.  Yusuke had an arm around Chloe’s shoulders while Kurama stood next to Chloe.

Yusuke looked at the group.  “Look, I’m gonna go ahead and take Chloe home,” he said.

“I’ll do the same with Viola,” Kurama agreed.

“Tsuzuki, after you take Andrea home, we have to deal with Satoshi and Michiko,” Hisoka said.

“I can take her home,” Kuwabara said.  “You two should go on ahead.”

While Tsuzuki wanted to personally take Andrea home, he knew Kuwabara had a good point.  Hisoka and he had a job to do, and since Kuwabara had prior experience with Andrea, he’d be fine with letting him walk her home.  “Okay,” Tsuzuki conceded.  “We’ll be back as soon as we can.”

Michiko smiled at the group.  “Thank you for everything,” she said before she and the Guardians of Death disappeared with Satoshi’s soul for judgment.

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Kuw abara and Andrea sat in the living room of Andrea’s apartment.  Lust was finally dealt with, and that meant six more of the Deadly Sins to go.  “How are you?” he asked her.

“I’m fine,” Andrea answered, stretching on her loveseat.  “I’ll be all right here by myself, Kuwabara.  You should head home.  Shizuru will be all over your ass if you’re late.”

“Oh, yeah,” Kuwabara said, standing up from the couch.  “Don’t want my sister jumping down my throat today.  I’ll see you around, Andrea.”

“Sure,” she said, watching Kuwabara go to the door.  “See you around.”

Kuwabara nodded before he left the apartment and closed the door behind him.

Andrea leaned back in her loveseat and looked at the ceiling.  One sin down, six to go.  She just hoped she was ready for the next one.

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(Yay!  So, this is the end of the Lust chapters.  I’m so sorry that it took so long to get this done.  I was dealing with homework and finals this past week, and I really wanted to give you guys a new chapter just before the holidays.  So, happy holidays to you!  And please, read and review.)