.:Possession:.

Hijiri & Kazusa: Plegde to make a promise. And if you lie, you'll have to drink poison. And then you'll die.

Hijiri: I've been in a state of despair since then. My chest feels tight, and it's sometimes hard to brethe. I feel as though I killed Kazusa's father. That night, I gelt guilty of my own existence for the first time.

Saionji: Is this some kind of joke? The idiot principal. He ignores the students who have been practicing dilegently in favor of letting some guy who was practically dead to do the solo concert.

Hijiri: Wait until you beat me at least once before you go spouting off like that, Saionji. Whether ir be violin or fist fighting, you'll never be a match for me. Well... for a rich boy whose daddy's money got him a place here, I'd say a million years wouldn't be enough.

Tsuzuki: Have some of this herbal medicine.
Hijiri: That's for the stomach.

Tsuzuki: I'll be more careful with those drugs next time.

Hijiri: Each and every violin is a little different. The person playing it has to be in tune with it or you can't produce a beautiful sound. You can't just substitute violins.

Saagatanasu: Hijiri Minase. Your existance itself is the source of your guilt. You have no worth and no reason to life.
Hijiri: That's right. That's totally right. I should have done this much sooner. On the night when I felt guilty about my own existence.

Tsuzuki: Unfortunately, this isn't Heaven. But it isn't Hell either. Welcome to the Judgement Bureau, Hijiri Minase.

Hisoka: We're no human beings. We work for the Summons Section of Judgement Bureau. We're Guardian's of Death.

Tsuzuki: It produces a beautiful sound when you play it. One that will improve the violinists skill several fold. But it belongs to the Devil who will such your soul out in exchange. and it will torment the owner of the violin psychologically, driving him to commit suicide.

Tatsuya: I had a strange dream last night. An enormous Devil with black wings appeared in my dream. And he offered to grant me my most cherished wish in exchange for my most dearest possession. Well, I figured that this was only a dream, so I asked the Devil to make my into a successful violinist and to give my daughter status and position in life, such that she can live comfortably. That's when the Devil touched my left eye and said as he laughed, "Don't you forget. This is the contract." In the next moment, a terrible burn and light assaulted my left eye. It was the seal of the contract.

Watari: The one who has entered into the contract shall gain stature as a violinist under the mark of the Devil. In exchange, when the contractor's goal is attained, he shall hand over the life of his daughter to me.

Watari: Can't do it. All this work and I still can't figure out his form or identity. This Devil is a pretty tricky one.
Gushoushin Otouto: But your face � it's beaming with pride. You're actually happy this is a tough opponent.
Watari: Can you tell? I'm taking this is a challenge to me! I'm not going to lose!

Kazusa: Hi-chan, are these old men your friends?
Tsuzuki: Old? Who are you calling old?!

Tsuzuki: Hijiri, would you mind having a taste of my special curry rice? I hope you like it.
Hijiri: Sure, why not?
Tsuzuki: Well? Well? (Hijiri is no choking) So good you're speechless? That doesn't surprise me. I used my special spices for this after all. Hang in there. It'll be ready in just a little while.
Hijiri:I guess Guardians of Death have dead taste buds.