Hey, this is my first fanfic! So, go easy on me in your reviews...no actually critique me. I want to know what I can improve on.

Warnings: This story is dark. It contains rape, ownership and abuse. There is also yaoi.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yami no Matsuei or the character so don't sue me. I'm a poor college student so you wouldn't get that much anyway.

Thanks Nezumi-88

Hisoka-doll

Ch. 1

It was late and he was exhausted from the busy day. So, after saying good-bye to his partner, he made his way through the crowds of people at the festival, and got out to the quiet street. The fog seemed thicker without all of the lights, and he couldn't see very far into the distance.

As he made his way down the deserted street he couldn't help but feel like he was being watched even more so then before, but he couldn't make out any emotions from it. A car went by and he looked all around, in the light that it provided, but didn't see anyone. He continued walking a bit faster, still feeling a bit uneasy, toward the hotel that he and his partner were staying at and when he arrived, he entered rather quickly. When inside he slowed his pace as he began to climb the stairs to the top floor.

Finally, he reached the room. He dug in the pocket of his jean jacket until he found the key. With a sigh he pulled it out and unlocked the door and went in. He threw the key onto the small desk and flipped the light on. Looking around he noticed that the window was open and the curtains were blowing in the light breeze.

I know I shut the window before we left, he thought, but still he left it open. The breeze felt good after that crowded festival Tsuzuki had dragged him to, not that he didn't enjoy it.

Pulling off his jacket, Hisoka headed for the bathroom to take a shower. When he had finished undressing he got into the shower and turned the water so hot that room quickly filled with steam. He washed thinking about how much of a stressful day it had been.

Earlier they had been occupied with a mission, a hard one. People were vanishing in Kyoto. The cause was still not found, but they had an idea who was behind it, Muraki. The person who had been behind just about every case they had had since they started working together. Still, they didn't seem to able to find any evidence of him even being in Kyoto.

When they couldn't get any clues Tsuzuki suggested they go to a local festival to have a bit of fun. They did and Hisoka had enjoyed himself very much. Except the fact that the whole time the blonde felt as though someone was watching him from afar, and now that he was alone he felt it even more.

Maybe I should have closed that window, Hisoka thought, turning off the shower. He got out and wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the bathroom door to see someone he had never wanted to see again. Muraki.

Hisoka took a step backward into the bathroom. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, the fear in his voice apparent.

Muraki just laughed and took a step toward him, "I came here to see you, of course." He continued walk toward the frightened boy. "Why else would I be here, my doll?"

"I am not your doll!" Hisoka screamed. "I won't be controlled by you ever again!"

Again Muraki laughed. "Silly boy, you will always be my doll, my favorite in my collection," he said reaching the bathroom door. Hisoka continued to back up until he hit the shower door. "Now where will you go?"

Hisoka's bright green eyes darted around the bathroom. There had to be some way he could escape. Suddenly, the boy darted over toward the door going around Muraki, but Muraki was too quick. Hisoka ended up running into his open arms. He then found himself being held by Muraki. No matter how much he struggled Hisoka could not break free of Muraki's firm grasp.

With ease, Muraki picked up the struggling boy and took him to the bed in the main room. When in the room, he threw Hisoka on the bed. Hisoka took this as an opportunity to try to get away. The instant he made a move to get up Muraki conjured his red silk ribbons that caught the boy's wrists and wrapped around them tightly. They then pulled him, though he was struggling, backward to the bed and bound them to the head board of the bed. Hisoka struggled against the ribbons but no avail, he was trapped and Muraki could do whatever he wanted to him.

Muraki walked slowly toward Hisoka who was now shaking uncontrollable. When he reached Hisoka the first thing the doctor did was remove Hisoka's towel. He then straddled him causing Hisoka to shake even more. Muraki slowly touched the boy's chest revealing the curse marks. Even more slowly Muraki traced the marks causing them to glow red and caused a burning sensation to erupt across his pale flesh.

Hisoka wriggled in pain. "Y-yameru..." Muraki did not stop until he had traced every mark, then he flipped him over on his back and did the same on his back. Hisoka cried out in pain.

"This is not the worst thing I will do to you," Muraki whispered in Hisoka's ear after turning him back over. Hisoka's eyes widened. He was scared, very scared.

Muraki then, produced a large, gleaming, silver knife. As the knife glistened in the light, Hisoka looked at the knife with wide eyes. It was the very same knife that Muraki had used to carve the curse into Hisoka's skin. With a wicked grin, Muraki sliced into Hisoka's skin, once more. The blonde boy winced in pain and bit his lip to suppress the scream.

Carefully, ever so carefully and ever so slowly, Muraki set to work with carving a new curse upon Hisoka. With accurate movements, the murderer was finished with his 'work of art'. Hisoka lay on the bed with tears of pain coursing down his cheeks. Muraki put his bloody hand together and said a chant and then pressed his hands onto Hisoka's chest. Hisoka screamed as pain shot through each of the curse marks and continued through the rest of his body. His back arched with the tremendous pain. Just as he was wishing he could just die again, he pain stopped.

When the pain had subsided, the blonde boy lay panting on the bed. All of the blood was gone from his chest now, but the curse marks glowed brilliantly red.

As if he were trying to be nice, Muraki backed off for a moment to watch the boy breathe heavily and squirm to try to sit up.

Muraki walked back over to the boy and playfully nipped at his ear and kissed it, his kisses lead him to Hisoka's to neck and down his chest and it seared with pain. The boy shuttered as the cold lips made their way around his body. The lips made their way back up his chest and neck to his mouth. Muraki's mouth was completely cover Hisoka's, then an unwelcome tongue forced it's way into Hisoka's mouth. The tongue was feeling around his mouth and reaching to the back of his throat. Hisoka gagged and bit down on the intruder. He tasted the blood in his mouth as the tongue left his mouth.

Hisoka coughed the blood into Muraki's face. Bad move. Muraki leaded over him slapped him hard across the face. "This second part was going to be much gentler than the curse, but now you give no choice but to make it worse," he said curtly smiling. Standing he took off his trench coat, unbuttoned his shirt and took it off revealing his white flesh. Hisoka was shaking with fear. What more was he going to do to him? Muraki then proceeded to take off his pants and underwear.

Walking slowly back over to him, Hisoka saw his perfectly flawless body shining in the moonlight coming in through the window. Muraki laid down on top of Hisoka, preventing him moving at all. Hisoka began to panic. He wanted him off, now. Suddenly, a burst of energy blasted Muraki off of him and onto the floor. Hisoka's eyes were wide with fear of what would happen now.

Muraki laughed. "Well now, that wasn't necessary, was it?" Even though he laughed, he did not find it funny at all. He was pissed. He laid back down on Hisoka again. "You're not going to do that again, are you, my doll?" he said stroking Hisoka's cheek. With tears in his eyes, Hisoka shook his head. "Good doll, my sweet precious doll." He gently stroked Hisoka's cheek saying, "But, you do know I will have to punish you." Muraki harshly thrust into Hisoka, causing him to scream in pain. Still, Muraki went up further inside the boy pumping his fluids into him.

"I-iie! Kudasai...yameru!" Hisoka begged, with his head beginning to spin and his back arching. Muraki did not stop. He loved to hear the boy beg and cry. He thrust harder and faster, in and out. Hisoka could not control the sobbing and begging that was escaping his lips.

Please let it all end, make it all stop!, Hisoka silently begged as his vision began to go black as Muraki kept going with a look of a madman. Then, Hisoka passed out into unconsciousness. Muraki got up and silently dressed. He then, kissed boy lightly on the cheek and left the bleeding, broken doll alone, for Tsuzuki to find.

So, how did you like the first chapter? Please review! Until next time ja ne!