Editing Mushi Uta:Volume 6 Chapter 2 (section)

==2.02 The Others==

The dirty piece of cloth dancing in the upper air of Holland City slowly descended.

Shaking left and right while still fanned by the wind through the orange-dyed sky, it lightly fell toward the surface.

The piece of cloth fell in Holland City's town center.

The stained, black cloth descended atop the head of a man standing on the walkway.

"…"

The man bended his mouth so wide it seemed as if it was ripped apart all the way to his ears. His jaw creaked with painful-seeming sounds as he wore a warped smile.

The stained cloth squirmed like a living being and clung to the man. Covering his entire body, his head was completely concealed by a black hood.

"So the pair of 'vessels' who pursue the 'king' do oppose my whispers. One is soon to be gone, and the other is pursued by a child of Dio… how futile."

The man looked up toward the sky of Holland City. With his scrawny cheeks illuminated by the neon lights, one part of his dried skin peeled off.

A white lump crawled up inside the hem of the hood. Falling on the ground was a small caterpillar. It wasn't only one, as further caterpillars gushed out one after another from inside the hood and fell to the ground.

The man made a large amount of caterpillars crawl at his feet, yet none of the passersby nearby were able to notice it. Men and women of all ages passed near the man as if their eyes didn't even reflect him.

"However, they have yet to notice our other fragments…"

The man dragged his feet on the ground and began walking. The caterpillars gathered on his legs followed the man and moved along.

"This provisional vessel shall not hold long as well… And yet, would it not be amusing to frolic around till I get mine hands on a new one?"

Although there was no wind, the cloth wrapped around the man continually rippled. The man's left eye peeking from inside the hood—the pupil-less, white eyeball, looked at a certain corner.

The man's face wore a smile.

Those who would become his new vessels were already under the influence of the black stains.

There were two vessel candidates.

One had the sort of despair that festered for long days and months, while the other had a fresh, rich despair. The man had come there after sniffing out their despair. He would never run away.

Which of them he would end up inhabiting depended on the vessels.

The two people who could become his vessels would soon yield in to his foul whispers. When that happened the man would be able to obtain his true vessel and regain his original powers.

But perhaps it would be well to weaken his "enemy" before throwing away his current form of the temporary vessel.

"I can feel it… The place where those who still fetter me are hidden…"

The man kept muttering to himself the soliloquy that only he was able to understand.