Missing v2

To Trinity Spark: awww, thank you! I didn't picture him as a cutter either, but a broken heart makes a person do silly things sometimes

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To Azna-azure : i must agree with you, angst is like an emotional reliever for me...poor little Hisoka though...he didn't deserve to be a victim of my angsting

And yes, i'll explain why he didn't heal (in my opinion and little twisted mind of course) or maybe he did, at the end, but that part isn't included in the story...who knows

In that case i'd have to write a sequel...maybe...but this time i'd need a song to base it upon

Thanks for the reviewing!

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I hate to write spoilers, I really do

But sometimes they are just necessary

So here they go

If you'd rather not read them, and already read the warning in the summary, skip this part (ends with the disclaimer)

The pairings are Tatsumi/Tsusuki, for a bit of angst between the main pairing:Tsusuki/Hisoka

The story will be a one shot, having two versions…I sorta ran out of lyrics in the first one

If anyone wants a sequel, they will get it…just recommend me a song to continue this

This story is rated mature for suicide

This second version is much more complete, self explaining, kinda bloody, etc

Disclaimer

I do not own Yami no Matsuei, aka Descendants of Darkness

I do not own Evanescence, or the song used in this song fic: Missing (album: anywhere but home)

Recommended listening to : Missing - Evanescence

(self explanatory)

This takes place just after the anime has ended, after Touda's flame…I always seem to forget titles

" " dialoque ' ' thoughts

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Version 2

No song lyrics…you might notice some minor changes in the sequence of events…oops

The young empath stormed from the building, running his way through a sea of pink petals. His thoughts were completely mixed up inside his head. He had seen Tsusuki and Tatsumi together...kissing. Hisoka couldn't help to think, wonder, what had Tatsumi done that he hadn't done? What did the elder had that he didn't have?

He found an answer for both questions: nothing

Yet again, Tsusuki had forgotten him as soon as the blue eyed shinigami had proclaimed his feelings. Hisoka had been the one that had saved Tsusuki from death, not Tatsumi. It had been him who comforted him and who stood by his side, not Tatsumi. It had been him who…

All in all, those accusations gave Tsusuki the profile of a monster inside his head, an adored monster…

His partner had chosen the other man, for reasons that remained unclear. Whatever had he done to deserve such a rejection?

Green eyes scanned his surroundings. No one around, still he was trapped. He picked a sakura petal, rosy color... too many memories...Wind swept it away, empty hand flew to rest over beating heart…it ached…felt broken.

It would be impossible to run away from his memories this time. He saw his partner everywhere, in each innocent plant, his looks, his essence... he who the teen lived for, he who meant everything, he who had shattered his heart. The empath teleported to the world of the living, determined never to return. He didn't hear Wakaba's soft gasp. She happened to be looking for Terazuma and had witnessed his angsting.

Hisoka succeded in merging with the crowd. The emotions confused him, a razor clutched in his left hand buried deep into his skin kept him focused, leaving a trail of blood for whoever who followed him to his deathbed. He couldn't wait long. His absence wouldn't go unnoticed. And nothing would restrain him this time from taking his life.

Tsusuki was staring out of the window. He sensed that something was going on, even if he didn''t know what that 'something' was. He tasted tragedy. Tatsumi hugged him from behind, comfortingly asking what was wrong. Tsusuki leaned into the embrace "Nothing…".

Their display of affection was interrupted by a panting Wakaba, who almost fell over in exhaustion. She didn't let the men help her until she had delivered her message: Hisoka had run away.

Tsusuki blinked…Hisoka…Hisoka…it sounded familiar, why…did anyone happen to have a partner named…HISOKA! ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod

He faked a smile. "Don't worry, I'll look for him…". The words had taken long to sink in

The brunette nodded "He's gone to...earth...he seemed...pretty hurt"

Tsusuki didn't hear these last words, having left the room at lightning speed

Hisoka was leaning against the cold stone wall of the inside of a bridge, his legs submerged inside the stream that ran below it. He wondered why his friends took so long. Had they already forgotten about him? Was him so unnecessary?

Soon he was crying. He had run all the way under that familiar bridge, not for nothing. He had to carry on with the mission he had assigned himself. From his pocket he took the magical barrier that women's hair meant. He tied it around each wrist, as they bled slowly. The skin was slowly healing, but the hair kept on cutting...softly, painfully. He took whatever he had left and wrapped it around his neck, the hair burrowing inside his skin. It wouldn't do the trick, he knew as he unclenched his left hand, taking his razor to his eye level. 'Now or never' he told himself. The razor softly caressed the smooth skin of his wrist, the skin healed. He applied more pressure. It healed again. This time he slashed with more violence, continuing the cutting before the skin got a chance to heal. He could see the skin struggling to cicatrize, but he wouldn't let it, not this time. After many more slashes, he had managed to open his veins, at least for a couple of seconds.

His head bumped against the insides of the bridge. It was going to take longer than he thought. He hugged his legs to his chest, bitterly weeping. He had been daydreaming about Tsusuki ever since he had told him he had saved him for he was 'his partner'. Hisoka wished the love of this pathetic life would save him again, for partnership's sake. But no. He wouldn't. And it was maybe because he had yelled 'I love you' right in his face and then run away. Maybe because he had apologized the next day 'I'm sorry, I'm with Tatsumi'. Hisoka hiccupped as he recalled the words that had busted his heart.

Meanwhile, Tsusuki was frantically looking for his friend…friend?

The green eyed teen's attention focused in the blade he was holding, again. His glance fell upon the wrist he had massacred earlier. The healing process was beginning. A beam of sunlight fell upon the razor, swiftly, the metal gleamed…as if encouraging him…as if wiping away the last traces of regret. He furiously carved lines upon his wrist, holding the skin open to let it bleed. Every time tissue tried to regenerate, he would slash it again. The other wrist suffered the same fate. The young empath's vision was already getting blurry…blurry.

He wanted it to end

He wanted it to end for he was feeling the pain he had inflicted on himself.

He felt regret

He was scared

Frantically looking for something

Were those even his?

Hisoka's razor was the right size to carry out the last task. He had carefully planned it all, which excuses to use, where to take shelter…everything. He had even planned to get his body carried away by the stream. He had not planned, though, the regret…and the pain, oh the pain.

Women's hair tightened at his neck, as if reminding him about his deadly mission

Confusion

He could have sworn that he saw purple eyes staring at him in concern

But as quick as they had appeared, they were gone.

His eyes were sore from all the crying. One more move…just one more. He cried out softly as he sliced his throat with the blade, hair tightening around the wound, slicing it deeper. And that cry didn't go unnoticed. It was the signal the object of his affection needed to find him.

Tsusuki stared in horrow at him, did he look that bad? No way in hell…he didn't look half as bad as he felt. For those inquisitive amethyst eyes were fixed in his direction

Disgust

Sorrow

Confusion

The elder picked him in his arms, Hisoka didn't struggle away from his grasp…no…he was too weak…

"Wh…why?" Tsusuki choked out before breaking into tears

"Why not?" the blond faked a smile. He wouldn't see him now…no…but he could feel him…that he could

"B…but" he seemed to have understood what Hisoka meant

Denial

"Hisoka…I lo-"

The blond shook his head

"Don't say it"

Shock

He took in one last breath "Never say something that you don't believe"

He slowly let his grip on life get weaker

'Please just say it…even...even if you don't mean it…I want to hear it from you…please"

His life was slipping from his fingers

-Veevee

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ugggggghhhhh

this took quite a life time to finish…maybe because I got overloaded with all the angst

(started it the day before I joined and have finally finished…hooray!)

Review? Pweety puuuuuhleez?

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