Author's Note: Oh my god! I haven't put anything up in more than a year, I can't believe it! Wow…I guess I was busy. Plus the fact that I had a writer's block the size of Texas. Oh well, hope you enjoy the fic!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yami no Matsuei (no matter how much I wish I did).
The Worst Kind of Stain
Hisoka never liked stains. It took too much time and the kind of patience that Hisoka didn't have to get them out. But sometimes a stain wouldn't come out and the clothes or whatever else had been stained was ruined. At the age of thirteen Hisoka learned of a different kind of stain.
The worst kind of stain.
Under the sakura trees and crimson moon he was stained by the angelic demon Muraki. He tried so hard to get the stain off, but it was useless. No matter what he did it wouldn't go away.
So now he, too, was ruined.
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AN: I know that was super short, but the others are longer, I promise. Please don't forget to review!