Crystalline
Disclaimer: I believe it's safe to say I own nothing.
Warnings: Shounen ai and adult language, so if you dislike this type of thing i suggest you leave now.
A/N: My first fan fiction, i haven't yet decided if i should turn this into a one-shot with a cliffhanger ending or an actual fanfiction with chapters.
Also 'Writing like this' represents a characters thoughts, even though you probably knew this already.
Furthermore I will probably be making quite a few changes to this chapter while im at it.
"Muraki"! Tsuzuki screamed into the abyss of shadows circling around him, as if to suck him in to a nightmare from which he would never escape, all he can do is sit; to sit and cry, to cry because he lost the only man he ever loved, to cry because he fell in love with a man, to cry because of his own selfish desires many incidents were caused, to cry because this man, the man that he loves caused so much suffering and pain, to cry because of all the wrong and the bad. Tears trickled down his flushed cheeks, these tears were not the usual crystalline jewels flowing from the enchanting violet orbs - but tears of red, deep cherry red the kind of red that puts blood, passion and anger to shame. Wine tears fell upon his lips, lips as soft as rose petals, leaving behind a venomous residue flavoured of hate and envy causing Tsuzuki's nose to wrinkle in distaste.
"Muraki… what kind of fool do you take me for!" "…" nothing, nothing to be heard, nothing to be seen, an ebony void derived of everything and anything "Muraki--!" no matter how shrill the screams bounded against the invisible walls of insanity the reply was always the same, nonexistent.
"-omen…g-gomen..nasai!"
it was obvious he was reaching the limit of his sanity, Tsuzuki crumbled, falling to the floor unable to manage the burden atop his shoulders.
"Bastard. Muraki you bastard! Show yourself! Why…why are you doing this?"
Tsuzuki Asato had never been one to let his cheerful sweet-loving façade become breeched, not by anything or anyone, he always concealed the darkness within his soul and that darkness would forever remain imbedded into his being, deep down in the breeches of his heart, he would always try and make amends for what he has done but could never fully repent, those sins would never be forgiven.
Tsuzuki began to shudder hysterically in a frenzied attempt to regain control over his senses; he could feel himself slipping off into a state of unconsciousness, the shadows seemed to tremor, almost like a chuckle, a sinister chuckle revealing elegant undertones, Tsuzuki quickly raised his head sending masses of molten chocolate tresses flying around his face, he appeared to still be dressed in work clothing, a pristine work shirt and slacks topped off with a blazer but with the exception of the heavy duty leather trench coat, his ceramic flesh releasing a pallid luminous glow contrasting the dark shading of his clothing and those amethyst eyes containing the undeniable hybrid of emotions, tear trails staining his slightly flushed cheeks, all the while Tsuzuki's slender arms remained wrapped around his chest as if to stop himself from falling apart, all of these little details adding to his angelic visage.
'Fuck you Muraki, I can imagine you're getting some pleasure out of this, as if it's a game, and human lives are the pieces, you're probably laughing at my feelings, calling me a fool for believing in your lies and treating me like a doll, one of your dolls that you can play with then throw away whenever you please'
Tsuzuki was disgusted, not only at the man toying with him but with himself, the tears continued to pour, draining him of his emotions. Ever so slowly the grip of his fingers around his torso began to decrease, every muscle in his body began to relax 'What's going on?' was the only thought he could muster before gradually slipping off into a deep slumber.
'Such a rare sight' Tsuzuki Asato – no – his Tsuzuki-san curled up in a defensive ball on the floor, fast asleep, a shower of feathers, feathers as white as winter itself spiralling the lithe form, 'Tsuzuki-san, my precious doll, you shall be mine. I can sense your new found feelings for me, it won't be long now, Tsuzuki-san…" a man dressed in white whispered whilst kneeling beside the sleeping Shinigami, they ran a slender hand along the delicate line of Tsuzuki's jaw, carefully their own lips descended, farther and farther until…
Sorry for leaving you on a cliffhanger. As I said earlier I cant decide weather or not to turn this into a full fanfiction, though it will probably turn out that way.
Reviews and constructive criticism is welcome but no flames, thank you.
As I said earlier I will be making quite a few changes to this chapter, I don't think it lasts long enough and the ending has been rushed so pieces of the story don't fit together.