The Red Moon

Episode 4

Keeping a secret such as one’s identity is one of the most difficult things to do. Michael believed he was equal to the task, not only that, he believed he could create a world without crime by eliminating all the bad people with the Death Note.
Over night, he began to strategize, thus, giving him a sleepless night. He wore a boxers and a singlet as he stood up from the bed. He looked at Shakiti lying in the air with his eyes closed. “Thank goodness he’s asleep” he began to pick the peals of banana found on the floor. .

“What are you up to?” Shakiti opened his eyes. His voice startled him just on his way to the trash bin to throw away the peals.
He turned. “I thought you were asleep!”
“God of death never sleeps, we keep watch to know who next to kill”
“That’s bad for me I guess” Michael opened one of the drawers where he kept the Death Note.

“Yes, so so bad for you coz you gonna feed me more with banana”
“Learn how to stay hungry, buying more banana to the house will get me more suspicious” he carried the book, tore out a page from the center then began to walk into the bathroom.

“Hey!” Shakiti hurried up to him with a face full of worries. “What are you trying to do, flush out the book in the toilet?”

Michael remained calmed and quiet. The door of the bathroom made a cracking noise when he entered, looked around from the ceiling, walls to the floor, all tiled. A large round barf made of ceramic could be seen at the largest corner while a water system toilet at the smaller space. Silence lingered, even Shakiti wondered what he was upto.

Michael moved closer to the wall, placed his hands around the edges of a tile then pulled it out like a drawer. Shakiti became amazed to see it hallow as if never cemented. He watched him put the book inside and closed it in a way nobody will have the knowledge of the book there.

“Wow! Clever! Very clever!” Shakiti grinned as he led the way out of the bathroom. The nature of his face makes one wonder if actually he smiles always coz the cheeks are drawn backward exposing his teeth. Nevertheless, he watched Mike open his wardrobe, carried out a flat screen television – not the one in use. He placed it in a carton with other electrical appliances then began to cover it up.

“What are you up to again?” Shakiti became more inquisitive but Mike ignored him. “Are you moving out of the house? Hmm.. I guess you’ve started strategising your strategy”

One of Michael’s shoes had a pocket-like opening with a zip. He folded the paper he tore from the Death Note, slid it inside then zipped it closed.

“Wow!” Shakiti widened his bold and scary eyeballs in amazement of the cleverness.

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THE NEXT DAY
More bad people died, killed by Michael, thus, increasing people’s perturbation to know who was behind the killings of only bad people. Yes, they believed it’s an unknown killer they called Kira who must have had a mysterious way of killing them. Investigation continued.
Dera, a loving fragile young girl with voluptuous feminine stature could be seen with Henry Desmond, her boy friend, inside a room. Their love was at the peak of driving them crazy. He has not only occasionally showered her with love but with material gifts too. Today wasn’t exception; Dera hurriedly brought out several clothes and jewelries he bought for her. Not withstanding the joy in her, she jumped on him on the voluminous bed found in the centre of the room. Both giggled.

“Take it easy on me, baby!” Henry got hold of her from the waist. His skin was fair and smooth. He had a lined up beards from cheeks to jaw like soldier ants matching to war. He didn’t emerge from a rich background and his source of income wasn’t well known by Dera.
“Thank you, boo” she gave him a quick kiss but suddenly frowned. “Where do you get money for all this? You can’t tell me a pay of a dry cleaner can purchase jewelries”
“It does, baby” he slid her hair backwards.
“You know I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you”

“Nothing gonna happen to me. Come here” he began to kiss her while his hands rested on her b—-t stimulating the n—–s romantically.

She rubbed her hands from his head to his cheek feeling the gentle rough and touch of the beards which aroused her sexually. Little did he turn her in a way he was ontop taking off his shirt while Dera felt his muscular six-pack. Their breathing rate and acceleration changed passionately at the resumption of the kiss.

Dera stopped. “Henry?” her voice came like that of a p**sycat again. “I love you so much. Promise you gonna be okay for me”
Henry smiled broadly, a word never came out from his mouth rather he resumed the kiss..