• Tamaki’s vision had become blurry. A shiver shot down his spine as the sensation of blood leaving his body and trailing down to the ground to form pools of scarlet racked his very being. He didn’t know if Nightmare and the others had escaped or where the Shadow’s Soldiers had taken Morden but what he did know was that he was going to die.
    “This is the end for you,” hissed Mitsuki poising the tip of his glimmering sword against Tamaki’s all ready bleeding neck.
    “Wait,” said an all most emotionless voice, just then a dark presence entered the room.
    “My lord,” greeted Mitsuki his eyes locking on the emerald eyed man who seemed to materialize out of nowhere.
    Aku stepped forward and smirked freezing Tamaki’s blood in his veins, the emerald eyed man grabbed Tamaki’s chin raising him a couple inches off the ground.
    “This silver haired boy might be the key to putting a stop to anymore interference from the resistance.”
    Tamaki’s eyes widened, as he struggled for freedom. He would rather die here and now than be used as a weapon against his allies. Finally he broke free of Aku’s grasp and pulled a blade he had hidden in his belt, its target Aku’s chest.
    The silver haired boy was about to strike true when a searing pain consumed him forcing him to his knees, the next moment he couldn’t move. Aku laughed evilly grabbing a handful of Tamaki’s hair.
    “From here on out your life belongs to me and you’d do well to remember that,” hissed Aku in his captives ear.