Vampire Clay Page #2

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I want us all to get accepted.

It's such a small prep class.

I made you a boxed lunch.

Oh... But I bought one today.

Sorry.

I have to wash up.

Reiko! We were all

worried about you.

I'll help you look.

It's all right.

Keep working.

Yuka's not back yet?

Yuka, where were you?

Come back inside.

Sorry.

Where were you?

Your cell phone was ringing.

Reiko?

The art supply shop.

Okay. Thanks.

You okay?

You made lunch

for me today, right?

You promised.

Isn't that your bag?

You shouldn't leave it there.

Although no one will steal it.

I'm going inside before

they get suspicious.

I'm looking forward to lunch.

Lunch?

You brought yours, right?

Not today.

I'll go with you.

Okay.

Is this the lunch

you made me?

It'll get dirty on the floor.

Thanks.

So sweet of you.

Let's eat together over there.

We're alone now.

Let's eat.

Ew. What's this?

It must've gone bad

because you left it outside.

It tastes like clay.

Ow!

I was kidding.

It doesn't taste that bad.

What are you doing?

Hey...

Good morning, Reiko.

Oops.

What happened?

I'll go get something.

Thanks.

What?

Aiko?

Where are you?

Watch out!

Kanji's acting weird!

He's over there!

What happened?

What?

Kanji?

What's going on?

Help!

What are you doing?!

No, Kanji!

Stop!

Come here!

Move!

Get up! Hurry!

Mitazuka was a struggling sculptor.

During the day,

he worked at

an industrial waste factory

and made sculptures at night.

He exhibited his works

at art galleries in Tokyo

but they received poor reviews.

He didn't have

good social skills

and started having problems

with the gallery owners.

His bad reputation grew

in the industry

and people became wary of him.

One day, he ran into a classmate

from his art school prep class.

The man had given up art

years earlier

and had become a huge success

in the restaurant business.

Fascinating.

They're great.

There are many restaurants and

boutiques that'd love them.

They'll definitely sell.

Why don't you make them yourself?

I can't. I haven't touched clay

in close to 20 years.

Plus, I don't have the talent.

I'll ask around

as soon as I get back.

In any case

you should go see

a dermatologist.

Tokyo, here I come.

I'm going to make it big.

After that, Mitazuka started

making sculptures like crazy.

But they didn't attract any buyers.

Then one day

Mitazuka became ill

for unknown reasons.

It was probably because of

illegal chemical waste products.

When he realized he was dying,

he made his final sculpture.

A humanoid statue,

which he named Kakame.

Kakame, you're going

to Tokyo in my place.

You're my alter ego.

My child.

I'm going to die but you'll live.

You'll stay alive forever.

Even after my physical death,

I'll stay alive in you.

And the world will

come to praise me.

You'll keep living.

I'll be Minoru Mitazuka,

the famous sculptor.

The world will praise the man

who created art here.

50,000 yen?

Take this for now.

You've got to be kidding.

What happened to the profits?

I want the money!

Actually, people had bought

his sculptures.

The man had cheated him and

used the money to pay off his debt.

His business had been

deteriorating for few years

and he was knee deep in debt.

I'm doing the best I can.

I just need a little time.

I'll pay you soon.

Soon?

That's too late.

I don't have time.

Let go of me!

Get your hands off me!

Ouch!

Bastard!

Mitazuka!

Mitazuka! Hey!

Mitazuka...

Police

Mitazuka's disease had

eaten away at his bones.

They turned to powder.

Hot!

The man returned from time to time

to pay his respects

to the deceased with

his favorite drink.

Nobody even remembered

Mitazuka's existence.

Until this moment today.

That story...

You made it up.

Clay?

Integrates into human bones

and attacks people?

Why?

We were just studying to

get into art school.

So why?

Why did this happen?

I'm going to the police.

I want all of this to end.

It's my fault.

If I hadn't dug up the bag...

Let's go to the police.

We'll tell them everything.

It's the last batch.

I'll finish up.

You two, get ready.

Kaori, please lock up.

We're ready to go.

Okay. So am I.

Where's Kaori?

Kaori?

No...

Kaori!

Kaori... Why?

We were gonna go to

school together in Tokyo.

Why?

Why?

No!

Open it.

Move.

It's all your fault for

killing Mr. Mitazuka.

It's why everybody is dead.

You killed all my friends.

Ms. Aina!

Leave the kids alone.

That's enough.

Mitazuka...

Tokyo Academy of Arts

Modeling clay

Many successful

applicants

23 applicants accepted into

Tokyo Art College

Our next story.

The police announced today

that DNA analysis revealed

the identity of the male corpse

found in Yamaoka prefecture

at Aina Academy,

a prep school for the arts

as a local man named

Kyozo Fushimi, age 58.

The police suspect that

Fushimi was involved

in some sort of foul play

at the academy

and are currently searching

the whereabouts of

the academy's director

and five students.

It's concrete.

Someone was here first.

Just dump the stuff already.

Let me know if

anyone shows up.

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