11/26/10
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School is in for the local high-schoolers. And a certain Shinigami has taken the role as the protector of a certain student; a girl who was able to see the spirits of the dead, and thus has become target of the demons who eat them.
The protector- this Shinigami- goes by the name of Hisoka Kurosaki. Usually he works along-side his partner, Tsuzuki, but he is in the high-school's doctor's office, acting as the substitute, when really he is keeping watch for dark invaders from Hell.
Hisoka sits at a desk beside the girl, both ignoring eachother completely, watching the teacher talk in her monotone voice about scientific notations.
Behind them, quiet, unmoving, a man watches the Shinigami, knowing exactly what he is: Hisoka isn't human; he died by his own hands. He is cursed, able to feel the emotions of those around him- even more-so when one touches his soft, warm flesh...
HIsoka can feel the other man's gaze on him as intense as a flame made of ice: Cold, yet refusing to die down no matter how hard one tries to snuff it out. At first, he tries to ignore the other man- yet the longer the gaze remains locked onto him, the more he begins to sweat.
His hands shaking, Hisoka curls his fists tightly and slamed them against the desk, turning with wide eyes towards the one who taunts him.
Smiling a small, calm smile, the other man sat cross-legged on a table, one hand propped against his face.
The details of this man is this: His left eye is silver, his right eye is purple and mechanical. The right-side of his half is half-cencealed by his platium-blonde hair. The glasses he usually wears are folded neatly into the pocket of his white suit.
He is known as Muraki Kazutaka. A doctor and a sorcerer with hidden intentions.
His eyes flicker into the Shinigami's; silver and purple blazing into the frightened, shimmering green ones.
Hisoka cannot look away from the doctor's eyes; shaking internally, his mind is filled with images of the night he was raped, cursed, and murdered: His mouth hangs open in horror, making soft, pathetic sounds of trauma.
The human girl glances at Hisoka, follows his gaze, and sees the doctor. Her breath is momentarily taken away; he is very handsome! she thinks. Angellic, even. She notices that Hisoka is upset, so she taps him on the shoulder, and he cries out loudly, falling out onto the floor.
"Mister Kurosaki!" snaps the teacher. "Behave yourself or I will dismiss you to detention!"
On the floor, Hisoka hugs his head, his eyes large as flashes of his memory torment him.
A knife raises over his limp body- it falls - over and over- his body squirms under the pain of the blade. He opens his mouth and-
-screams, loudly, drawing the attention of the entire class. Some children giggle, thinking its all a joke; as soon as he screams, the images fade and so does the pain-stimulation. He sits up, looking sheepish and unharmed.
"That's it!" says the teacher loudly. Looking over the students, the teacher notices the substitute teacher in the back and says, "Mr. Kazutaka, please escort Mister Kurozaki out of the classroom."
"I'll be happy to." comes Muraki's smooth reply. He stands, walks over to the boy, and takes his hand, pulling the hesitant boy to his feet.
The children watch with near-drooling expressions, leaning forward or twisting around in their seats to watch.
"Thankyou." says the teacher bluntly.
"No...please..." whispers Hisoka, his mind still on the past. He leans into the sorcerer, grasping his clothes to steady himself. But because of this, he can see and feel more darkness than ever; he sees himself dying, screaming, suffering from a curse that has no cure...
Muraki rests a hand around the boy's shoulders and hurries out of the room. He leads him to the back door, the red exit sign glowing as if to signal the dead from the underworld.
Wordless, the doctor pushes open the door, into the bright light of the sightless sun.
"You don't know for how long I have waited for this..." Muraki says quietly as he drags the boy to the backseat. He opens the door quickly, then guides the boy inside. He lays him down across the leather seats,saying, "By the time I am done with you, the one I love will come running to me like he has never run before." He then reaches a gesturing hand towards the boy's face.
With a gentle sweap of his hand, Muraki touches Hisoka's forhead, and the boy is put to sleep.
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Meanwhile, boredly organizing files and straightening the pencils in perfect lines, Tsuzuki waits for the class-bell to ring- for the students to head home, and for Hisoka to give his report on the girl.
The details of Tsuzuki- who is also a Shinigami- is this: His hair is medium brown, like warm caramal that has been set out to dry on wax-paper; his eyes are purple like the petals of a crocus flower. His only blemish is the scars of his left wrist, which are hidden by a wrist-watch.
Tsuzuki looks up at the clock on the wall, then sighs. The class his partner is in doesn't end for another hour.
Thinking of Hisoka, a steady sense of calm washes over him, relaxing his body. He yawns, rubs his eyes, then rests his head against the countertop of the doctor's office, feeling sleepy.
"I'll wake up when the bell rings," he says to himself, smiling lazily. "Then-" he yawns once more, loudly. "Then we can all go get some lunch...Maybe sushi, or ..." but now he has fallen alseep, the effects of Muraki's spell so strong that merely thinking of Hisoka will cause one to fall into a more mild sleep.
His body limp, he slumps to the floor, and lays sprawled out like the victim of deadly poison, a string of drool lacing from the counter to the floor.
A smile twitches on his face as Tsuzuki dreams of fishsticks, not once considering that his Shinigami partner may be in danger of his very life.
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