One Shots

4. [The Branch of Sin]

It wasn't his fault that he was a part of the Deadmen.

What was he doing? Oh, that was right. He was just in his prison room, lying on his bunk while reading one of the books he had bought when he was suddenly shot with a tranquilizer dart to his thigh. It was so sudden, he didn't notice anything until he was suddenly drowsy, his book falling out of his hands onto his stomach.

It was bad enough that he was in Deadman Wonderland for a crime that he was framed for, but this was...this wasn't something that he wanted to be a part of.

....

He woke up strapped to a table, multiple wires and gadgets connected to his body. He tried to move his hand, but he noticed that his hands were restrained down onto the table as well.

"What's...going on?!" He cried out. "Let me go!"

"Ah, you have come to?" A man's voice, one that he had recognized, had sounded in his ears.

It was Promoter Tamaki, the lawyer that had gotten him arrested and sent here in the first place. Tsukito's buried anger was suddenly revived and he tried to get at Tamaki.

"Bastard.....where am I?! Where did you take me?!" Tsukito exclaimed, trying to break out of his shackles. "Let me go!"

Tamaki didn't say anything, but the grin on his face widened so that he looked even more like a fox than he already did.

"LET ME GO, SHITFACE!" Tsukito screamed. "LET ME GO SO I CAN WIPE THAT KISS-ASS SMIRK OFF YOUR SHITTY FACE!"

"Now, now, little Bluejay," he said, his smirk only widening. "Save that violent energy for your Corpse Carnival matchups!"

Did he just call him Bluejay? He wasn't any stupid little bird. And what was this Corpse Carnival that this Tamaki asshole was talking about?

"I see that you got interested at that part," Tamaki sneered. "Well, how about I show you who your first opponent is? I'm sure you will get...a good kick out of it."

Tamaki pulled up a screen, enlarging it for Tsukito to see. On it, it showed a picture of a Bluejay, and some red bird that Tsukito had never seen before.

"Bluejay versus Summer Tanager. You, of course, are the Bluejay. I don't think you've ever met little Miss Rhea, before, have you?" Tamaki laughed. The birds on the screen changed to photos: one of him, and one of the supposed Rhea that he would fight.

The girl named Rhea was a short, pale girl with black hair that reached her shoulder blades. She must have had enough cast points for hair dye, just like Tsukito, because her bangs and other parts of her hair were a dark red. The creepy thing about her was the steely look in her blue eyes, along with the wicked scar and her frown on her face.

"HELL NO! I AIN'T BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF ANYONE EXCEPT YOUR RAT ASS!" Tsukito exclaimed, violently trying to get out of his restraints. He cut his wrists on the cuff, allowing his blood to be exposed to the air and able to form thin, sharp spikes, ready to stab through anything.

Tamaki clicked his tongue in pleasure.

"Not this time, little Bluejay," Tamaki said, pressing a few buttons on the control panel that was floating around him.

The sudden mega voltage going through Tsukito's body was too much for Tsukito to handle, to the point where he couldn't even scream in pain.

"Promoter! If you keep that up, he won't be fit for tomorrow's experiment!" One of the doctors snapped.