My Only Correct Decision
[Chapter 1:Our First Meeting]
Far off the cliffs, in a secluded suburb, groups of rebelling people are coming together to form an alliance against the kingdom and its ruler… In the dark chambers of the Carmichael Halls gathered the leaders of the rebellion. Let me introduce to you the enigmatic and sharp leader Seiichiro Tatsumi. However, we should now hush and let him begin with his business with his partner, Asato Tsuzuki.
"Asato-kun…" a man behind the dark haired man began, "Tsuzuki, is this the final decision you have? We still have time to think over if we actually handle the king's troops. I believe he has good Generals."
"Ne, Tatsumi-san, I was also wondering about that…demo…the members are already restless. They want to seize the palace immediately." The dark haired man named Tsuzuki replied while munching on some churros. "Well, there is still time. By the way, have you obtained the profile that we need regarding the king?"
The man talking to this certain Tsuzuki adjusted his glasses before nodding a 'yes'. This man talking to Tsuzuki then threw a manila folder towards the latter (without getting anything spoiled inside esp. when you pass a folder like that). A pair of pale hands immediately picked the folder and scanned its contents—"Kawaaaaaaiiiii!"
"Tatsumi-san, you did not tell me our king turned out to be kawaii! But hey, why is his hair already silver?" Tsuzuki asked curiously avoiding the glare Tatsumi gave after giving the 'kawaii' remark. Obviously, it is not the time to ogle on a king especially if you sought to kill him. So, Tatsumi, the levelheaded leader of the rebel group naturally was irritated by the fact that his subordinate is malfunctioning big time. Due to his ere he snapped a little too much for Tsuzuki, "It is obvious isn't it? The last time you saw him he was just a small prince."
"Ehe, I know Tatsumi-san…please don't get mad at me." Big, amethyst eyes stared at Tatsumi's clouded and calculating ones. A minute or so that Tatsumi would forgive Tsuzuki, however, his assistant repeated his remark about the young king. "I'm just giving an honest opinion about his looks. Nonetheless it won't change my goals…I want a new beginning without his rotten rule."
His superior just looked at him like not believing, but since his assistant was nice and was honest, he just brushed it off.
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Inside the lush interiors of the castle stood the young general of the falling kingdom named, Kurosaki Hisoka. He stood there looking at the sky, lost in his own thoughts that only he would ever know (or should I say only we?).
I do not know whether I made a correct decision in my whole life. Everything around me is a result of my errors…
Yes, everything that I have done has caused me to be in this kind of situation. The kingdom I am ruling right now is slowly collapsing. This is not totally my fault since my father died when I am only training to be the next king.
"Kurosaki-sama, some officials came to see you." One of the advisers came inside the young general's office and informed immediately about the officials visiting.
"Hmph. Are they still on asking me to add the troop of soldiers hunting for the rogue citizens?" Hisoka stiffly asked to his adviser. He was not in a good mood since this was the third time officials did actually ask to add soldiers.
"Sir, we are still in need—"
"I know! How many times have you asked me that? I cannot because we will lose yet another thousand or so soldiers! Do you understand?" Hisoka's voice rang across the still hall. Airing his opinion wasn't advisable in a place with lots of fragile glass since his voice was earth shattering; it shook whenever he was annoyed.
"Gomen… nasai…" The official without a word left Hisoka alone in the large room.
Again, Hisoka returned to his thoughts. Nothing could keep him from thinking about his errors he created that the royal troops demised severely. "Waaaaaa~i! Kurosaki-sama, I have a bright idea!"
"Eh?!" The young general is being too jumpy because of too much thinking. Certainly, that cheerful and bright voice came from no other than his trusted friend Watari. No doubt, Watari could easily take Hisoka's over-active brain to a stop since he was too sunny indeed for gloomy Hisoka.
"Ne, why not try my new concoction of some honey, milk, tea and…."
"What is that?" Hisoka eyed the steaming porcelain pot suspiciously. Watari is well known by Hisoka that the blond would actually produce some experimental 'mood improver' that could actually cause you some more cramps. The contents smelled good, however, it was safer to say that you let to the creator try it first before you proceed tasting it. Watari seemed to sense Hisoka's doubt and happily obliged to pour a cup of the said tea and drink it in front of Hisoka.
"Maa, you should try it. It may help make you feel better. You cannot concentrate at tomorrow's council meeting if you worry too much."
Because he was being offered by Watari and the cup the man poured for him seemed harmless, he took the cup and drank. Slowly, after some sips of the (thankfully) good-tasting tea, Hisoka inquired to Watari.
"Ne, Watari-san, do you think I will still be able to fix the problem regarding this kingdom?"
"Sure." Watari grinned from ear-to-ear. However, Hisoka doubted the genuinity of the smile but he returned it anyway.
Out of insanity, Watari came up with yet another idea for Hisoka, "Why don't you try to disguise yourself and try to know some people outside of the palace?"
"Watari…"
"Yes? Isn't it a great idea?"
"I know but…"
"Well, off we go, c'mon now!"
"Wa-ta-ri!" Hisoka couldn't do anything but scowl as Watari made him pull on some ordinary clothes and pulled him to the abandoned streets.
For a few minutes, Hisoka and Watari were walking until they reached a clearing. In the clearing was a visible group of people gathering. Many of those who were talking were slightly illuminated by faintly lit torches. Since it was not advisable to meddle with their businesses face to face, Watari managed to drag Hisoka into hiding behind some bushes while stuffing the young king's mouth to keep it shut.
"Watari! What the hell do you think are you doing?!"
"Ne?" Watari looked at Hisoka's purple face and shrugged, "Knowing what they are up to."
"You crazy--!!!"
"Shhh."
"Huh?" Hisoka and Watari wondered in unison about where that hush came from. The young man's green eyes became wide with astonishment as he witnessed a tall figure behind them. He gave a little gasp, but this tall figure dealt with Hisoka by stuffing a fist in his mouth. "Keep silent…"
Hisoka immediately understood that they would get into trouble if all three of them would be discovered. He decided to remain silent and watch the group of people in the clearing. A deep voice was talking and all the others were listening, "We will back the groups and take advantage of the uprising the rebels are planning to launch this week."
"How will we be able to seize the palace? The king is inside and so is his general and his troops…his palace is also the main fortress for defense."
"I will take care of that. Once I bend his will, we will be able to take over."
Upon hearing this from behind the bushes, the three eavesdroppers immediately left. After a long walk, their group reached a deserted path. There, Hisoka fully recognize the features of the man who held his mouth closed while they listened. The man had dark brown hair and bright violet eyes. He had a striking appearance that he looked like something more than human. Just by seeing the tall man's features, he knew there was a special energy flowing in the man's veins; someone that is gifted just like him.
"Sorry I had to stuff your mouth with my hand. I cannot help it since we might get discovered." He turned to Watari and Hisoka while walking.
"Who are you and what do you have to do with them?!" Hisoka demanded gruffly, appearing very impolite in every manner.
"Tsuzuki Asato-desu…I'm sorry but I cannot tell you about what I know about them." The tall figure smiled slightly while offering a hand to shake.
"Sore wa Hisoka…would you mind telling me how come you must not tell anyone about these?" Tsuzuki stopped for a moment to take a greater scanning of Hisoka's features. Tsuzuki noted the emerald quality of the boy's eyes as he gazed directly to show how serious he was about not mentioning his true plan, "It doesn't matter you anyhow. However, I have a feeling we should see each other soon."
Hisoka just gave an upset look at him. "Fine. Anyway, I am always left out in almost everything."
Tsuzuki gave a small smile before turning at a corner in the street. Hisoka's eyes couldn't get off the tall man. There was something he would definitely wanted to know about this man.
About half an hour later, Watari and Hisoka returned to the palace without stirring attention. Although a fair surprise came to greet Hisoka, he stood by the now empty throne room. It was no other than the king himself, Muraki.
"Good evening, my young general. It seems you have enjoyed strolling through the dark streets of the city." It was the person Hisoka hated most. Seeing Hisoka was to deal with the king alone, Watari backed out and headed for his chamber.
"And does it matter to you, sire?"
"Yes, because your sudden disappearance would bring questions. You know talented and pretty generals are not supposed to stroll alone in the dark."
"I have a companion with me and I am able to protect and look after myself, thank you."
The young general immediately fumed with the remark given by his superior. He hated him since he always attempted to give comments about how girly he looked for a general. Who would care anyway? So immediately, he retorted, "I'm leaving, your highness. I would rather spend the night all alone," Hisoka made sure that the last four words hard and
"Oh sure." Muraki lingered for a few seconds around Hisoka. Later this lingering changed to touching his hair; Muraki neared his face towards Hisoka's ear and silently warned, "Be careful on what you do. Especially this week because it has lots of surprises for you."
"What do you mean?! I am a general of your cavalry and I have your full loyalty. Is that not enough for you?" Hisoka dismissed the king's advances towards him away and glared angrily after Muraki have given such a taunting remark. Not that the king did not mind the gross disrespect of his general, but he set that aside since he had something in store for young Hisoka.
Muraki just gave an enigmatic smile and left the now cold and dim throne room.
"Yes… insult me more Hisoka. I'll have you."
[To be continued]
a/n: uhm…I hope it wan't that bad….I only will pass through a short number of chapters since I fail to finish something long. I hope this fanfic will be something of interest ^_^;;;
This is a YnM fic with a Tsuzuki x Hisoka (duh) pairing. If you find this fanfic somwhat weird or anything, please feel free to place a review :P It will be greatly appreciated. Thanks!
