Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Empress Lovers ❯ First Death Scene ( Chapter 34 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Chapter Thirty-Four: First Death Scene:
7:00 p.m.
Dinner started late. Nobody said a word. Anna looked at all of
their guests. Not a single person touched their food.
“So… how is the meal?” Anna asked. The cloaked
guests eyed Victoria. The woman mumbled something over her leftover
rice. The teenaged boy said something back. The man looked up at
the clock.
“It's coming right… about… now,” the boy
mouthed. He took a bite of rice.
Victoria took a bite of beef and paused. A dull thud struck her
body. The taste of blood filled her mouth. Her chopsticks hit the
table. Sosuke started to choke as a tooth fell out. Then a
third.
“Sosuke?” Victoria asked. The kitsune looked
panicked.
“I… I… I don't know what's happening to
me,” he said. Another tooth fell out.
“Victoria?” Anna asked. The teenaged girl glared at
her.
“Shut up,” she hissed.
“Hey! Don't talk to her like that!” Tsuzuki
shouted.
“Shut up!” Victoria yelled. Another tooth fell in her
food.
Airi grinned as she watched Sosuke panicking. “Well, well.
Isn't this a sight?”
He stared at her with big eyes. “Mother, help me!”
Airi looked all sweet and innocent. “Why would I do
that?”
“Please!”
“No.”
“But…”
“No.”
Blood began flowing out of Sosuke's mouth. His eyes darted around
the room. Inside of his body was burning up. The kitsune parted.
No… No!
“Come on,” Airi said. “Hurry up and
die.”
“But… I don't want to die.”
“But you will. Come on, you saw it coming.”
“Please… help…”
Airi shook her head. “No. It's gone on too long. It's time to
end this.”
The whole time, Victoria's head began to ache. Nobody could see the
blood and teeth. Anna and Tsuzuki stared at her.
“Victoria?” the shinigami asked. The teenaged girl
grabbed her stomach. By now, blood was pouring from Sosuke's eyes,
nose, ears, and mouth. He struggled against his impending death.
His legs started going numb.
“Help… me…” he whimpered. Airi sat back as
watched the kitsune panting.
“What are you smiling for?” Anna asked.
“Keep watching,” Airi said. Her vessel frowned.
“I don't like what you are planning,” she said.
“Me?” the Mother asked. “I'm not doing
anything.” Anna whipped her head over towards the three
cloaked guests.
“Don't tell me…” she said.
Victoria rose to her feet and ran door the hall. The couple eyed
the other guests.
“What did you do?” the shinigami asked. The three
strangers didn't speak.
“Answer him,” Anna said. The dark purple-haired woman
rested her chopsticks.
“Our mission,” she said.
“What?” Tsuzuki asked.
“We tracked Victoria and her kitsune here,” she
answered. “Our mission is to kill all descendants of the
Eda-Kimoto clan.”
“Do not worry, Anna-san,” the dark-haired man said.
“You will not be targets. It has been decided you will be
spared.”
“Why?” Anna asked.
“You are not the enemy. You want to destroy the clan as much
as we do.”
“So… What did you do to her cousin?” Tsuzuki
asked. The teenaged boy smiled.
“A poison curse,” he said.
“On the kitsune?”
“Yeah.” The boy looked at the clock on the back
wall.
An hour and a half passed. Anna looked at the clock.
“I'm going to check on her,” she said. She got up and
left the table. The cloaked guests looked at each other. The woman
mouthed out the countdown.
“Oh my god!” Anna shouted. Everyone raced down the
hall. Anna stood in the bathroom doorway.
“Babe, what is it?” Tsuzuki asked. His wife pointed in
the bathroom. Kimoto Victoria lay dead on the floor. Sosuke's life
energy flew into Airi's body.
“Our mission is complete,” the purple-haired woman
said. “Thank you for dinner.”
“But—” Anna said. The man walked into the
bathroom and picked up the body.
“We're got it from here,” he said. “Good
evening.” The trio walked out of the hall.
“Wait!” Tsuzuki yelled. They were already gone. Anna
and Tsuzuki stood with blank stares on their faces.
“Uh… now what?” the shinigami asked. Anna shook
her head.
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Victoria's death reached Nobu while he was in confinement. He hit
the floor with an animalistic scream. The man rolled over on the
cold floor, sobbing. Through his tears, a new mission was born.