Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ A Place for Us to Dream ❯ Illness Illusion ( Chapter 30 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Chapter Thirty: Illness Illusion:
Muraki found Anna huddled up on the floor in the darkness. By now,
his eyes adjusted to his surroundings. They were in what looked
like a room, an attic of some sort. Large pieces of furniture were
covered in plastic. The wooden floor creaked with each step. This
place looked familiar to Muraki. It didn't come from his childhood
or his current residence. Maybe it was one his old hideouts?
He didn't have time to think about that.
There was Anna huddled on the floor on the other side of the attic.
A crazed look filled his eyes.
“You,” he said. Anna didn't respond or move. Muraki
already saw this was a trap. He smirked and shook his head.
“How long will you keep this up?” he asked. “You
must be tired of this by now. You're almost out of time.”
Muraki slowly approached the woman on the floor as he spoke.
“I do mean what I said about kitsune marriages?” he
said. “I do not think you and Tsuzuki-san will last.”
Muraki didn't want to make any sudden moves. He didn't like
whatever she was cooking up. She hadn't moved an inch. That could
be her in front of him there. The doctor looked above him. No holes
in the ceiling. No cracks either. Muraki checked the walls next. No
holes or cracks either. So, that is her on the floor in front of
him. The doctor slowed his pace.
“You must have heard the stories,” he spoke up.
“The wife is usually chased away when she is found
out.” Maybe this was an illusion. It was possible. But, his
powers hadn't returned yet. Hers shouldn't have either. Did she put
a spell on him earlier? That can't be it either. When would she
have the time? The doctor dug in his brain over the previous hours.
There was no way. She didn't have the time. That was Anna lying on
the huddled on the floor before him.
The doctor started walking again.
“Do you really think you and Tsuzuki-san will stay
together?” he asked. No answer. Was she even alive? Was she
asleep? No, this was a trap. He was sure of it. But, what was she
doing? His hutch told him that she was hiding a weapon under her
body. Muraki stood on his tip toes for a better look.
“This plan won't work on me,” he said. “I know
you have a weapon under there. Do you really think you can kill me
that way?” Anna didn't even budge. Another thought crossed
the doctor's brain as he walked closer. Was that really Anna
huddled on the floor in front of him? It could be the Mother inside
Anna's body. They seemed to have been switching back and forth this
whole time. Who was that really in front of him on the floor?
Muraki stopped in his tracks.
“Who are you really?” he asked. “Are you
Kimoto-san or the Mother?” The woman didn't respond. Muraki
gritted his teeth. This lack of response was starting to get to
him. How long was she going to drag this out? She wanted him to run
over to her and spring the trap. The doctor refuse to give in.
She will not take me. I won't let her win.
But then, he heard a rattling noise around his head. Muraki jerked
upwards. Nothing. His eyes trailed the darkness. Nothing. Still
nothing. He turned back to the woman huddled on the floor half a
way away from him. Anna hadn't moved from where he found her. The
move he stared at her, the angrier the doctor became. He mashed his
teeth.
“You!” Muraki barked. She mocked him huddled there. His
resolve went to war with his patience. How could she get to him
like this? She was just a mere woman with a kitsune. He had the
advantage over her. Muraki had the money and the power. There was
no way she could beat him like this. What made it worse was
Tsuzuki. They were happily married with a child. This wasn't right.
The more he thought about it, the more his anger burned. Three
years was far too long for him to keep it together. Cracks grew
deeper in his mask. Tonight, Anna and the Mother drove them in
deeper. Since when did he become the puppet in her game?
And then, her voice rang aloud in his head once again. Her words
were just the thing to make him snap.
“You will never have him.”
Muraki turned and raced towards the huddled woman on the ground. He
had his claws above his head. The doctor resembled nothing of the
cold gentleman doctor he was in the public. She turned him into a
wild animal. Muraki let out a wild barbaric scream.
“You!” he shouted. The doctor pounced upon the couched
woman.
Slash!
Anna sprung up like a serpent and took Muraki's head clean off with
the knife. She stood with numb legs, panting. Muraki's body fell to
the floor. The head landed at her feet. Anna snorted with a cold
glare on her face.
“Animal,” she muttered. The attic around her
disappeared. Anna found herself back in the park. She kicked away
Muraki's head. Anna wiped down the knife and closed her eyes.
“It's over,” she said to herself. “I did it. It's
all over, Asato-kun. I did it for you.” She dropped her
shoulders and breathed out.
“You good?” Airi asked.
“Yeah,” Anna said. She turned and walked out of the
park.
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Hisoka awoke in his bed, screaming. His body felt like it was fire.
He took off his night shirt and ran to the bathroom. He looked in
the mirror. The curse marks faded at first. Hisoka winced.
“What is this?” he asked. The marks suddenly grew
darker. Horror washed over his face. Hisoka sank to his knees.
“No…” he murmured. The shinigami drew his knees
to his chest.
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-Three Weeks Later-
Tsuzuki and Anna were laughing and walking home from the movies.
She smiled and leaned on his arm.
“When was the last time we had a night out like this?”
Anna asked. Tsuzuki took a moment to think.
“I don't know,” he said.
“I love you, Asato-kun,” she said. Tsuzuki patted her
on the head.
“I love you too,” he said. Anna basked in his love. But
then, a feeling of dread washed over her. Against her better
judgement, she looked up ahead of them on the street as they passed
a drugstore. A figure in white stood under a dimly lit streetlight.
Anna shook her head as the color drain from her face.
No…
Muraki Kazutaka stood inches away, staring at her. His smirk made
her blood run cold. Anna shook her head.
No… That can't be possible.
You're dead! I killed you! I cut your fucking
head off! I saw it! You're dead! You're
dead! You're fucking dead!
You're fucking dead!
Muraki's smirk made Anna's heart pound against her chest. Her eyes
widened she heard him laugh in her head.
“Usagi-chan? Usagi-chan?” she heard next to her. Anna
quickly turned her head. Tsuzuki looked at her with concern in her
eyes. His wife blinked.
“Hm?” she asked.
“Are you feeling okay” Tsuzuki asked. Anna turned to
the streetlight. There was nobody there this time. Anna turned back
to her husband.
“Yeah,” she said. “I'm just tired. Can I just go
to bed?”
“Uh… sure, I guess,” he said. Anna rested her
head on his shoulder.
“Thank you, you baby,” she whispered. The feeling of
foreboding wouldn't leave her throat.
Owari