Ignoring Fujimaru’s cry, K walks away. The instant K passes him, Fujimaru can feel his blood freeze in his veins.
We are brothers.
I didn’t really want to tell you this, because the closer you are to the truth, the nearer you will be to insanity.
J turns away from Fujimaru and continues bitterly,
You must feel terrible, losing your closest friend. There are just too many things we want to protect.
Letting out a mocking chuckle, J gets up to leave.
“Next time if you want to pull off a surprise attack, check your back.” J warns pleasantly, as if there really will be a next time. Kano-san shoots the terrorists a look of disdain and twists his head away. “Aren’t you afraid of contracting Bloody-X?” Maya approaches the agent after brushing her lips lightly with the tip of her finger. Agent Ikuma stares up at Maya with such intensity, his gaze almost took physical form and penetrated her skull. She chuckles underneath her breath and kisses him on the lips. He doesn’t kiss back. “What an unappealing old man. That right there, may be the last kiss of your life.”
A stream of blood creeps down Tachikawa Hide’s left nostril like a revolting slime coming out of hiding, leaving a trail of sticky crimson where it traveled. He instinctively reaches a hand to wipe away the fluid, smearing the thin line of red into a big patch of scarlet. Before realizing what’s happening, a wave of nausea tumbles inside of him. He staggers toward the sink and lets loose a lump of blood.
“Everything is set, the stage is lit, now let the show begin.” — J.
Instinctively, they turned toward the sound source coming up behind them and saw, to their horror — the man with the butterfly tattoo holding a large rifle approaching ominously…