"This wasn't exactly what I had in mind," Muraki protested mildly.
"Hard luck," Hisoka sneered. "It's not my fault you demanded 'to whirl your lovely body round the dance floor in a close waltz' from Tsuzuki in return for that assistance. Which I still don't think we needed."
"I wanted Tsuzuki. Not one of his shikigami."
Tsuzuki's lips smiled. "There was a great deal of competition among us about who would get to possess him for this."
"And . . . which one are you?" Muraki inquired politely.
"My name is Suzaku. But you may address me as Mistress. Now -- prepare to tango."
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