...Welcome to Volume Two...
Chapter One
Yuri, by now, was sitting up and staring at Tomoki. More like glaring. He couldn't tell, as he was busy choosing a scalpel. Though he shivered and shuddered every once in awhile. Her gaze was powerful. "You seem to be mad. Allow me to fix that." Tomoki said, grinning. Her grabbed her wrists, which were still tied, and held her up, so she was standing. He pulled her shirt up to her abdomen, then took a marker out and marked her stomach with lines indicating where to cut. He fixed her, alrighty, because fear blast through her body, and she forgot her anger. Tomoki smiled, his mouth close to her ear. "You're pretty cute when you're scared." he said. Yuri started struggling, but Tomoki held fast. He threw the marker down and held a scalpel up.
Yuri was reminded of that time Keisuke had pulled a syringe out. This was the same feeling of horror, her body shaking. "H-Hey, let go!" she snapped. Tomoki smiled again. "Even if you say that, I won't let go." he said. Just then the door burst open. Anri and Roy rushed in. "A-Anri!!" Yuri said, relieved. Anri smiled reassuringly. "Roy. . .Where have I heard that name before?" Tomoki said, releasing Yuri, knowing he was no match. "Maybe you've heard my alias in the Black Market," Roy said, his dark eyes steely. "And that would be?" Tomoki said, smiling evilly. "Edge." Roy answered. Tomoki stopped smiling. "Don't toy with me." he said. "Shall I prove it to you?" Roy asked.
Roy leaned over, his hands touching the ground. He looked almost like a cat, on all fours. "This is the stance Edge uses. This is the stance I use." Edge/Roy said, trailing a finger down the floor. Tomoki winced, then stepped back. "Fight, then! Anyone can manipulate a stance!" Tomoki snapped. As if Roy was waiting for Tomoki to say that, he rocketed off. Tomoki blinked, stunned by the agility he displayed. Moving too fast for Tomoki to see, Roy slid on the ground, hitting Tomoki's legs to stop himself. Tomoki looked down and recieved Roy's foot in his face. In one movement, Roy hoisted himself up on one hand while his foot was in the air, and spun himself around. His other foot hit Tomoki in the nose. Tomoki stumbled back, covering his newly bloodied nose. "If I had used a little more force, it would be broken." Roy said, resuming his catty stance. Tomoki tsked, then ran at Roy. Roy responded with dropping himself onto the ground. Tomoki seemed to want this, because he easily leaped over Roy and he was out the door.
"Pity. . .He escaped." Roy said, frowning. "Th-Thanks." Yuri managed, holding Anri's arm. "No problem," Roy replied flatly. He stood up from the floor, examining Yuri. He shooed Anri, pacing circles around Yuri. "So, tell me why he kidnapped you." he said, lifting her scarf and examining her neck. "E-Er, he wants my organs." Yuri said. Roy waited patiently, his stare even creepier than Yuri's. "T-That is. . ." she started, then explained the rest. He responded with a nod, then looked to Anri. "You there. Sweeper. Come here." he said. anri obeyed, blinking. "You're Edge, right?" she asked when he opened his mouth. He closed it, a little annoyed looking at being interrupted, but nodded. Anri's face lit up. "Dude, you're like my role model," she crooned, hugging his arm. "This one will be of no help. . ." Roy muttered to himself. Yuri looked outside, seeing Ichihari running over. "Oh, yea, I called him." Anri said when Yuri gasped. "Ichi!" Yuri called, running out into the snow and standing in front of him. "Jeez, are you okay? I heard what happened. Luckily Edge and Anri are here." he said, taking his jacket off and wrapping it around her. "Oh. . .And one other thing."
"I was rummaging through my old stuff and I found these." He produced two photos from his pocket. "Ryuji left them at my place when he was developing them. I dunno why, but I kept them. You can have them." Ichihara said, handing her the picture. Yuri stared down at the first. It was a different photo of Keisuke, but was taken the same day, because their clothes were the same. She didn't care about Yiru in the picture — she was doing something goofy and Keisuke was cracking up — but Keisuke's jacket. It wasn't the same he wore now. This one Yiru had bought for him. Yiru had showed it to Yuri one day, saying it was a present for her boyfriend. Keisuke wore it in the picture. And that jacket was found at the bridge when it collapsed.
It was all falling apart, Yiru and Keisuke. Keisuke's story made little sense. Instead of grieving, Yuri obsessed over her beloved younger sister's death. The police said the body was missing, but there were traces of her blood on a jacket. . .Keisuke's jacket. Yuri investigated, stayed up nights at a time, trying to find Keisuke. But it was as if Keisuke had dropped off the earth. Yiru's cell phone, battered and broken at the scene, still worked slightly. They had Keisuke's phone number. When they dialed it, no one answered. Later, the phone number didn't exist. He had chosen another phone. Why? Why was her body missing? Why did he leave his jacket, stained with my sister's blood? Why did he cut every mean of finding him after her death? "Ichi-kun, thank you." Yuri said, staring hard at the picture.
"One question." Ichihari said, holding his index finger up. "Why did you start wondering about Keisuke and Yiru?" he asked. Yuri ignored him. Instead, she tore the picture of Keisuke and Yiru laughing, so she had a ripped piece of Keisuke in one hand and Yiru in the other. She gritted her teeth, throwing Keisuke's picture to the ground and holding Yiru's close. "LIAR."
Keisuke had been pushed against the wall. The Girl smiled up at him, holding her hand out. "Come on, come play with oneechan," she said. "I'm busy." Keisuke hissed, pushing her and walking away. Several Girls called out to him, hoping for business. Keisuke ignored them. "Yiru. . .Why would you choose the path I walk. . .?" he muttered, continuing down the alley. His phone went off. He checked the ID, frowning. Ninomiya Yuri ♥ it said. "Stupid heart icon. . ." he muttered, flipping the phone open. "Yuri, what's up?" Keisuke muttered, his irritation to the max. "Can you come to Ichihari's place?" she asked on the other end. "No. I'm busy." he answered, his voice cold. ". . .Then I'll come to you. Where are you?" she asked. "I-Idiot, I said I'm busy—" he started, before she snapped, "I said I'll come to you!! Where are you?!" Momentarily stunned, Keisuke said nothing. Then, his stubbornness kicked in as well. "I SAID NO." he barked. "Yiru didn't fall, did she?" Yuri said lowly. Keisuke's eyes widened. He was silent. "Ichi-kun just tracked this call. We're already driving. See you." she said. "N-No!" he snapped, but the line was dead.
Keisuke stared at his phone, shocked senseless. Yiru didn't fall. . .How. . .? Why. . .? Wait, what?! Keisuke thought frantically, looking around. Ichihari had already tracked him. He couldn't make it out of the alley fast enough. Causing a scene by jumping over skyscraper buildings would suck. Keisuke, in the middle of the Girls and others, sat down, sighing. "This sucksssss. . ." he whined, burying his face into his arms. He muttered some colourful words, angry. He held his phone up, examining the wallpaper of him and Yiru. "I wish I could erase you. . ." he said to his phone, staring at Yiru, frozen forever in a photo. "That's an awful thing to say." a female said behind him. "What are you doing, so suddenly?" Keisuke asked, turning to look at Yuri. "I need to talk to you." she said. She was squirming, however, uncomfortable in the alleyway. ". . .Let's go to a more sightly place." Keisuke sighed, taking her hand and leading her out the way she entered. Ichihari followed not a foot behind, his eyes watching every moving object.
"What do you want?" Keisuke said finally, the three of them sitting on Hell's Gate. Yuri smashed a ripped piece of photo in his face. ". . .O-Ow. . .That hurt. . ." he muttered, wiping his nose. He stared at the photo. It was him, laughing. "Where did you get this?" he said darkly. "Not the point. Point is, look at your jacket." Yuri commanded. Keisuke looked at the jacket he was wearing. ". . .!! N-No, stupid, in the picture!" Yuri snapped, holding the photo closer to his face. "Yea, great, a jacket." he said. "Not any jacket. . .Your jacket." she said.
". . .Okay, you lost me. What are we doing?" Keisuke said, sighing. "You utter moron. This is the jacket Yiru bought for you. This jacket was found at the bridge, on top of all the rubbish. This jacket had Yiru's blood all over it. And Yiru's body wasn't there. You said they found her. You made a mistake. They never did. Why would you lie to me? Why was your jacket there?" she said, her teeth bared. Keisuke stared at her, dumbfounded. What do I tell her? Lie to her? Tell her the truth? God. Yiru was much easier to deal with.
". . .Y-You're overreacting. You're freaking out." he managed. "You're lying!" she snapped. Keisuke was now squirming himself. Icihari stared at Keisuke, his mind connecting what Yuri didn't want to believe. "R-Ryuji. . .No way. . .You have the body. . .?" he asked. Keisuke's eyes looked wildly at Ichihari. "Oh, you didn't know?" someone called from below them. Roy stared up at them. "Edge. . ." Keisuke spat. "Requiem. And if it isn't Requiem's little sidekick, the nerdy little hacker." Roy fired back. Ichihari's glasses flashed as he raised an eyebrow. "Anyway. You don't seem to know about Requiem and his girl." Roy said. "I was there, ya know? Keeping tabs on our little ditcher." he said. "Get. To. The. Point." Yuri snapped, standing up. Because she was, like, I don't know, standing on a wall, she lost her balance. Keisuke caught her, avoiding eye contact. "Requiem pushed Yiru." Roy called up. Yuri's mouth dropped. Roy grinned. "The edge is sharp, isn't it, girlie?" 
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