Kiss me or I'll kill you
"Now then, Tsuzuki-kun…" Muraki's voice was like velvet, his face set in a slightly leering smile, even as he held a knife to the shinigami's throat. At any other time, in any other position, Tsuzuki would have admired it; the composure was astounding. The key being 'at any other time'.
He swore, by his job and his not-quite-life, that if he got out of this one alive, he would be sure to get back at Muraki, no matter what. Revenge wasn't usually his style, and especially not with one so dangerous as the mad doctor in front of him, but this time the other had gone too far.
This time, Hisoka was dead, and Tsuzuki would see his killer go through a world of pain before he was finished with him.
"What?" Tsuzuki snarled, glaring daggers at the doctor. If only he could get free, summon a shikigami…but Muraki was blocking his shinigami powers, and he was unable to access them.
"I have a deal for you." The voice was almost a purr now, the man's face dangerously close to his.
"I don't care. Whatever it is, I won't like it, so you can shove it up your arse." Tsuzuki stated, quite bluntly.
Muraki's eyes narrowed slightly, but he continued as the shinigami had not spoken.
"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure…In fact, I think you'll quite enjoy this one." Their noses were touching now, and Tsuzuki tried to pull away, only to be held fast.
"You have a choice, my Tsuzuki- how lucky, most have none. So what will it be- death, or a kiss?"
Tsuzuki stared at the doctor. He couldn't be serious! Certainly, there had been plenty of innuendo, but nothing that had suggested he would do this!
"It is simple; a kiss, and you live. No kiss, and you die. It is your choice."
"Kisama…" the shinigami was furious. What sort of choice was that? Still, this was Muraki…
"Time is running out, my Tsuzuki. You will have to decide quickly, else I shall decide for you."
Suddenly, a sort of madness came over the shinigami. What did he have to lose by kissing Muraki? Nothing really; his pride, perhaps, but that was practically gone already. No, nothing to lose.
"Fine."
And with that, he reached upwards, and pressed his lips to those of the doctor, who seemed slightly surprised, but soon recovered. A hand slipped around to his waist, keeping him from running away- the other hand still held the knife at his neck.
It was for all of ten seconds, yet Tsuzuki still had time to experience everything.
Finally, Muraki lifted his head, though still keeping the rest of his body in the previous position. The shinigami was satisfied to see that his glasses were slightly crooked.
The doctor straightened them, and said, in a calm voice;
"Well, my Tsuzuki; an impressive performance. I do hope to see you soon."
And with that, he walked away from Tsuzuki, vanishing into the shadows, leaving him with a distinct sense of loss.
