Name: Routine In The Eyes of a Shinigami
Fandom: Yami No Matsuei
Rating: R, mostly for torture, agnst and gore. There's also a bit of yummy fluff, but nothing explicit.
Summary: No matter what befall Meifu life, or rather death, would eventually return to a comforting routine. That's what Tatsumi Seiichiru always believed. Until the day Tsuzuki was kidnapped right under their noses.
Pairing: Tatsumi/Tsuzuki
Timeline: anime - set after the end of the series. Manga - set just before Hisoka goes in search of Riko.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yami No Matsuei.
A/N: The story is unfortunately unbetad. If anyone wants to volunteer they're more than welcome.
Routine In The Eyes Of A Shinigami
Chapter 1: Routine In The Eyes Of A Shinigami
However strange the idea of Meifu was when first encountering it, there was something calming in the way some things could be trusted to always remain the same. For example, you could always trust Watari Yutaka to emerge shamed face and covered with dust after a failed lab experiment, just as you could always trust a calm and collected Tatsumi Seiichiru to harshly remind his that he costs them more then Tsuzuki does (which said a lot in his eyes) after making sure that the blond and his ever present owl pet were all right. If listening carefully you could always hear Hisoka Kurosaki yells at Tsuzuki Asato "BAKA" at the top of his lungs, just as you could see said Tsuzuki smile at him as sweetly as the cookie he was just eating. Not to mention flying ducks in nightgown were a completely ordinary sight in the busy office.
No matter what befall Meifu, life (or rather death) would eventually return to this comforting routine, however strange and disturbing to the outsider, and neither bombs nor wars could shatter it.
Yet at that fateful day no wars and no bombs were needed to bring this perfect order to a sudden end.
That Friday was a quiet morning of cherry blossoms and lab explosions. Nothing seemed out of ordinary when Tatsumi got up and went to the office. It was a quiet week for all Shinigami, so most of them used that time to compose their reports. He spend his day trying to decipher the scribbling notes that were supposed to be Tsuzuki's annual report and how he can deduct as little as possible from Warati's already waning salary for his recent invention.
And then the shadows at the corners of the room began to steer. It wasn't that unusual for the shadows to steer; they began a while ago and haven't stopped since. Only this time it was different, more intense and more urgent.
As trained a Kagetsukai as Tatsumi was, people found it strange he didn't spend more time communicating with the shadows. His peers thought it would be fascinating to learn the shadows' secrets yet he never saw it fit. They were his to command and knew his wished without him uttering a word. As their master they were always close enough to know every detail and aspect of his life – something he found most disturbing at times. Seldom did they speak to him and never without him commanding them to.
That was why he was surprised to hear them whispering from their corners, hissing his name. It took him zero concentration to summon them up, and he watched coldly as they slowly covered the shining floors of the office with darkness, swirling around his feet like a dog craving to please his master.
"We have news," they said. Tatsumi hated their voice, yet was experienced enough to know that when shadows spoke one must listen. Something was probably terribly wrong for them to address him like that.
"Speak," he ordered and felt himself being engulfed in their suffocating hug, the surprised and anxious eyes of his office peers disappearing once the darkness has completely surrounded him.
"Tsuzuki is in danger," the shadows had informed him, and he felt his world tilting. How could Tsuzuki be in any danger? Only an hour ago they've seen each other by the boss' door. Tsuzuki was fine, even complaining that he was tired trying to read in the library while flying ducks were trying to snatch his muffin from him. ("No food in the library, Tsuzuki-san!" he made an imitation). He was on his way home, perhaps at home already.
Meifu was safe. Even Sargatanas, the demon that took over Tsuzuki when he was guarding Hijiri, could not have fooled them. He would have known if there was something threatening him. Unless…
Unless the fool had gone down and got himself into trouble.
"Where is he?" Tatsumi asked urgently, a surge of panic rising within him.
"He is in a place where no shadows dare to follow. A place where black stands for darkness, not for lack of light. And there is evil there, a shadow not even you can command," was the replay.
"You will take me there nonetheless," Tsuzuki was in danger and nothing would keep him from helping. Yet, the shadows refused.
"We dare not approach," they cowered, and indeed no matter how hard he tried to concentrate he could not teleport through.
"I'm your master! You chose to obey me!" he called at them angrily, yet received only silence in return. He was so angry he felt them steer restlessly at his reaction, but still they did not retract their rebellious refusal.
"Fine!" he snapped eventually, blue eyes blazing behind his glasses, if only there was someone to glare at. "Do as you please, but you will take me as close as you can."
This time his will was so strong that they couldn't resist.
The darkness retreated and he found himself back at the office, Watari's and Hisoka's eyes fixed on him questioningly. The others were standing disbelievingly, for they've never seen him use his powers before.
"Tatsumi-san…" Hisoka started but Tatsumi held out a hand to stop him mid-sentence.
"Tsuzuki is in danger," he said and reached out both his hands at them. Watari took the one hand with worry but no hesitation, while Hisoka looked at it and then at Tatsumi with bewilderment and suspicion.
"Well, go on. Are you going to stand there all day staring?" Tatsumi asked crossly.
"But why…" Hisoka was once again cut off.
"You can't teleport through the shadows without the Kagetsukai holding your hand. And since Tatsumi is our resident Kagetsukai… take his hand already!" Watari told him sharply and Hisoka quickly took the offered hand, earning a disapproving look from Tatsumi.
The green-eyed boy was new at Meifu and not even a year had passed since his death. He was still full of anger and bitterness at his unjust and untimely, unnatural demise. He would not trust anyone for a while, and it was a surprise that he had such a strong bond with Tsuzuki.
Watari was different. He had learned long ago to trust Tatsumi. Tatsumi was one of the few he knew that has the Shinigami's best interests in heart, especially Tsuzuki's. Watari would have followed him to the heart of all evil.
Quicker then human eye can catch the three of them disappeared and reappeared again in a deserted alley in Nagasaki. It was late afternoon and the dim light was making sight worse rather then helping. The stench of garbage standing too long in the sun and the stench of corpses was at first overwhelming, causing all three Shinigami to closed their eyes until the bile threatening to burst out had subsided.
Warati fixed his glasses further up his nose carefully and approached the human body lying in the middle of the alley. It was an unfortunate homeless, his decaying body currently surrounded by the bodies of smaller animals such as cats and mice. He could have been asleep in it not for the root in his flesh.
"Where are we?" Hisoka, who was watching Watari, turned to Tatsumi. The older man fixed him with a worried gaze.
"As close as can be." The idea of Tsuzuki somewhere near that place made Tatsumi shudder.
"There aren't any signs on the bodies," Watari reported after a close examination.
"So… they simply died?" Hisoka asked, confused and tense.
"Things don't just die like this. Something evil made them die. Evil leaves no marks on its victims," Watari corrected quietly.
"And that something has Tsuzuki as well," Tatsumi sighed, looking at the blond. Watari's head snapped up, his honeyed eyes filled with worry.
"What do you know of this? What are we facing here, Tatsumi?" he asked him, solemn and professional. You could barely recognize the laughing man he usually was.
"I don't know. The shadows refused to say. All they said was that it's something not even I can control. They refused to teleport us directly there because they would not go near it," he said, his voice and blue eyes betraying no feelings at all, but his blond friend knew him too well to be fooled by this. Somewhere near, things went terribly wrong.
"Refused? Oh, that's not good. Could you not command-"
Watari was cut mid-sentence by a curt "no," from Tatsumi. Hisoka followed the exchange with rapt attention and interest.
"Then it must be very bad indeed," Watari sighted again. If only they knew what was wrong.
"And what's to it? Even the Shikigami protecting Tsuzuki don't always do as he wishes. Everyone can fail using their powers," Hisoka demanded heatedly at the worried looks exchanged between the older men.
"No. A skilled Kagetsukai like Tatsumi never fails to use his powers over shadows. The master's powers are so great the shadows do as he says because they respect him. Things must've gone terribly wrong for them to refuse," Watari explained him patiently.
Tatsumi grunted wildly and uncharacteristically.
"We're wasting our time discussing useless things! Every minute here is one less for Tsuzuki!" he called, looking at his surroundings as if the dirty alley's walls could suddenly change their shape to reveal the missing Shinigami.
"We can't go to the rescue not knowing what are we facing, Tatsumi. Not if we want to actually save Tsuzuki. We came here to collect clues for investigation. Right now we are dangerously unprepared for a situation that, according to your shadows, could prove to be lethal!" Watari insisted, gesturing with his hands at the bodies near them.
"There were no signs. This week was one of the quietest and calmest we've knows this year. Going back to Meifu for research is out of the question because we have no clues," Tatsumi said calmly, analytically. "By this time Tsuzuki could be dead!" the sharp words echoed in the deserted alley.
"Whatever it is, all I can feel is malice. Evil so terrible just being near it can kill a human," Hisoka broke the silence, taking his eyes back to the dead man's corps. "Yet, I cannot feel its wishes. Whatever it is, it is not like any human form," he added with a shudder.
"Can you sense Tsuzuki anywhere near?" Tatsumi asked urgently. The green eyes turned back to him. He shook his head.
"I've already tried. The evil is overwhelming my senses, covering everything else. It's like a tidal wave," Hisoka said sadly, shaking his head.
"Damn! If only we had more time!" Warati's hands were clenched tightly at his sides. The blond rarely cursed but when he did it was in reflection of everybody else's feelings.
"And yet time is a luxury we can't afford. We'll have to relay on out instincts and powers and hope for the best. For Tsuzuki's sake," Tatsumi said, moving down the alley with determination.
"Wait! How do you know where to go?" Hisoka called after his retreating back, but there was no response. Watari shrugged and followed, and Hisoka soon found himself alone.
"Oh? Wait!" he called and ran to catch up with them.
"The feeling of evil and tightness of air is stronger here then the other side of the alley. I don't need to be an Empath to know," Tatsumi finally said after a minute of walking silently.
As they went further into the alley it became darker still. When Tatsumi lifted his eyes he saw a hospital building shadowing that part of the alley. The evil was so strong and so intense now that shudders and shivers ran down his back constantly. He wondered if any human could heal properly with such intense evil so near them.
The alley ended with a dirty and black wall deep in between high buildings. At the left side of it, almost unnoticed, was a heavy metal door. It was once gray but became so dirty with soot over the years the Shinigami nearly missed it.
All Shinigami took a moment to think of what they might encounter inside and how they are going to fend it. Frowning to himself, Tatsumi was forced to wonder exactly how strong that thing was if Tsuzuki could not take it down. He was, after all, the strongest Shinigami in Meifu.
Hisoka placed his hand on the doorknob and the three Shinigami took a deep breath. Hisoka raised his other hand: one finger, two fingers, and three. He opened the door.
The first thing they saw was Tsuzuki, looking exhausted and barely still swaying on his feet. He was trying to concentrate on something. He was holding a protection charm in his hand and looked so defeated and worn out he didn't even noticed them go in. streams of sweat were trickling down his face and over his overly pale skin, making his hair cling to his skull. Shallow wounds on his cheeks were still bleeding – he was too exhausted to even heal himself, a trait that was notably his strongest as it was something he possessed before dying as well.
Tatsumi felt his heart sink, and blind rage coursing in him. "Hisoka, go to him! Do not allow him to drop that piece of paper from his hands!" he called before lunching himself in front of Tsuzuki, Watari close behind.
At first there was nothing to see. The room once was probably a dusty warehouse that the poor dead homeless made shelter of because there was a ragged mattress and pieces of broken furniture smelling heavily of sulfur and urine. Yet none of what little stuff in the room cast any shadow on the floor, despite the light streaming in and making it inevitable.
"Tatsumi…" Watari began, suspicion heavy in his voice. Tatsumi raised his hand to quiet him, but before he completed the gesture the light streaming from the open door had suddenly gone out, causing darkness to engulf the room. It was thick, unnatural and suffocating, not darkness due to lack of light. Just like the shadows said it would be. This darkness was alive. It was an entity of its own.
The sound of door snapping shut caused Tatsumi and Watari to turn around, just in time to hear the agonized scream of someone who knows what's about to happen as well as that they lack the power to stop it. Tsuzuki.
"Tsuzuki!" Tatsumi cried at the darkness surrounding them, but the feel was that the words were dimmed by the darkness, like a feather blanket dimming sound.
When they tried to move both Shinigami found themselves on the floor after being hit with a sudden shock of electricity.
"My brother would like to know who you are," said a cold voice from the misty shadows. That voice made Tatsumi shiver violently, and he quickly got to his feet.
"Or more precisely your name… Shinigami," the voice repeated. The slightest movement of Watari's hair as he moved his head was the only indication of his surprise. The voice was addressing Tatsumi and that worried them both.
"You apparently know a great deal about us while we know nothing about you," Tatsumi said in the hope of gaining more information and time. Something about the situation bothered him immensely.
"Why, isn't that the whole idea behind having an advantage over you?" the cold voice sounded amused.
"What do you want with Tsuzuki?" Tatsumi was clearly not amused. At that, laughter echoed strangely, absorbing into the darkness around then and stilling abruptly.
"Tsuzuki Asato is such a pretty name." A sudden beam of light (or more accurately, a beam of not-darkness) caused both Tatsumi and Watari to turn around. They saw a thin, pale hand with fingers as flexible as spider's legs caressing through Tsuzuki's hair. "Especially to cry out, isn't it?" there was a hidden meaning to the words that Tatsumi didn't like, as if it was meant only for him to understand. He liked it even less that the fingers kept stroking Tsuzuki's hair. Hisoka was there, holding Tsuzuki's hand with one of his own; his green eyes wide open with amazement and following the hand's every movement. Tsuzuki was still conscious and holding the protection charm and yet the hand was still there.
Something was wrong, and Tatsumi had a nagging feeling about it.
"If you have no business with my Shinigami then leave him alone," Tatsumi said quietly, menacingly, following the move of that hand in the beloved hair as well.
"Ah, but I have. I want ravage. I want my brother back. Years ago you have cast upon us a curse and forced us to live underground like rats… and now my brother and I will be reunited and turn invincible. After he takes over a Shinigami's body, that is. No more filthy human bodies that cannot last for too long but a handsome and powerful shell for his dark soul! And once that is done our wrath will be turned to Meifu. We shall leave no stone standing; all will be crushed to dust. No death angel would dare fight us once we're done there, that I've sworn!" the cold voice exclaimed angrily, the words obviously pent up for a long time. "And I willbe true to my words!" the owner of the voice appeared from the shadows and Tatsumi closed his eyes and dropped his head with realization and shame.
The white, colorless face were narrow, red eyes with snake-like pupils stood out with no eyebrows or lashes to protect them, in a bald head. The nose was snake-like, the nostrils only a thin line over flat surface. The mouth was a lipless line like a drawing of a pencil. It brought flashes of memory and smells of blood and ash rushing back to Tatsumi's mind.
Tatsumi remembered that case. A very long time ago, nearly a week after he had arrived to Meifu, a series of hideous murders shocked Nagasaki and terrorized young women. They were the sole victims at first, until older men who took it upon themselves to escort those women and make sure they're safe were found dead as well. The bodies were seriously abused, some raped and some so broken they've lost human shape. Yet every male body appeared to be unharmed, like they were merely sleeping. The human police was helpless, for no clues were left in the scene of crime and their policemen could not handle the harsh sights.
It took a frustrating trail of abused and battered bodies to lead to a pair of demon brothers, who were searching for a female to mate with and who could give birth to yet more evil. Yet every human they approached couldn't stand such evil and died before they could touch her. The brothers took their anger on the bodies and kept searching with further determination for what they wanted.
The brothers were too powerful to be destroyed in their human form, so the Shinigami tried to deny it from them, thinking that at least that way there would be no more killing and no breeding. Of course they were hoping that this act would weaken the brothers by making it easier to separate them. When standing alone each brother was by far more vulnerable then when united.
When the battle finally began, the Shinigami had little chance to win if it wasn't for the team effort and well calculated timing. They had managed to separate the brothers and Tatsumi managed to force the one out of his human form. The other brother, half out of his body as well, broke through and took his brother. They opened a link to the underworld and disappeared.
No one managed to locate them ever since and eventually they were filed away and forgotten.
Tatsumi should have known batter then allowing it to be forgotten. Never before had he felt such intense evil. That was something they should have seen to its destruction before they could rest, for the safety of all.
"How would you feel, Shinigami, when my brother will enter that body and posses it?" it took Tatsumi a second or two to realize that the question was meant for him alone. His skin rose in gooseflesh as he realized just how well planned and long awaited that ravage was. Revenge on him. Why must he always bring sorrow to those he loves?
"How would you feel when it's my brother's voice, which I'm sure you remember after hearing him scream his agony, coming from those sweet lips you love so much? How would it feel to have my brother's soul inside the body you love to worship every night?" the demon was enjoying himself thoroughly. "Seii?" the name was a perfect imitation of the way Tsuzuki would say it at the height of his pleasure.
Neither of their friends moved but Tatsumi could feel their eyes on him. They never knew of this and, among many other things, Tatsumi regretted they must learn of it like this. He never wanted to hide his love for Tzusuki but felt that it was something meant for the two of them alone.
"For a long time we've watched you and him loving each other. We don't understand love, nor can we feel it, but we do know how to use it to out advantage," once again the twisted face appeared, this time next to Tsuzuki's. The hand was caressing the pale, sweaty face and the puffs of air from the open line-like mouth were stirring Tsuzuki's curls. Tsuzuki gave a faint sob that tore at Tatsumi's heart.
Tatsumi followed the hand like a man hypnotized with what he was seeing. The touch of the hand left Tsuzuki's skin looking bluish, like frostbite. With wonder he saw that Hisoka, whose green eyes followed the hand's every move with rapt attention again, was still holding Tsuzuki's hand, and that Tsuzuki still held the protection card. The demon managed to bypass the magic…
And that was it!
Watari caught his eye and looked at him meaningfully. He noticed too. The demon, the second demon, was not completely in this world. The darkness, the brother whose form was denied, might be but the pale one had not completely gained a hold in here. He was half in the underworld and half here, and that meant they were vulnerable now. One with no body and the other with magical powers probably waning in order to keep his mirage in this world now.
"You want to take over his body, destroy Meifu and then be back to spreading your evil seed in the world? Fine. But let him live a while longer. Take me instead," Tatsumi asked somewhat shakily. He took off his glasses and folded them neatly into his pocket so as not to see Watari's attempts to make him change his mind.
Laughter. "As noble as I'm sure that is of you, I'm afraid that it would take out the point of executing revenge on you," the demon drawled, amused.
Tatsumi's already tense muscles tighten as he got more desperate. It was important that the demon agrees or they couldn't defeat it and all would be lost. The last time this option was their last resort. Now with Tsuzuki in danger Tatsumi was not hesitant in using it right away.
"You needn't worry, Tatsumi Seiischiru, your time will come as well. But no just y…" he cut himself off in the middle and listened to something they could not hear. His face contrasted with dismay and anger.
"But brother, we had a plan! Accepting his offer would ruin it! I know how eager you are to avenge your existence but we must be patient!" he called at the darkness. There was a long pause while the darkness spoke so that only it's brother would understand, and then…
"Nothing would come out of it and you are being selfish!" the demon snapped, clearly unhappy that the debate was taking place in front of them. Whatever came after that they could not hear, and the silence was unnerving.
Tatsumi tried with all his might to focus on the fact that the brothers were not in the same plain of existence and that they had a chance to win if the darkness would take the bait but his thoughts kept coming back to Tsuzuki.
Tsuzuki sprawled on his bed, the taste of him driving Tatsumi crazy as they kissed endlessly. Tsuzuki sweating and panting, screaming his name at the pick of ecstasy, Tsuzuki sweating and panting surrounded with darkness. Tsuzuki screaming in horror…
"Fine!" the snapping of a cold voice almost made him jump. The horrible white face appeared inches from Tatsumi's, red eyes blazing with anger. Tatsumi had to hold his hand to Watari to keep him from charging and providing unnecessary help.
"Fool," the demon snorted at the gesture, eyeing Watari with disdain. "I don't need you to protect me, Shinigami. You should start thinking about protecting yourself. My brother will have you first, and then in your form we'll… play… with your lover here. See how he'd react…" the cold laughter disappeared before Tatsumi had a change to grab for it in rage.
He took two deep breaths and forced his hands to relax from the bloodless fists they were clenched to. He turned around.
"Yutaka," he addressed a white-faced Watari. The blond looked at him with fear at hearing the always politically-correct secretary calling him by his first name.
"The brothers are weaker when apart. The one speaking isn't really here, as you've noticed. It's but a mirage, and his powers are waning. Once the darkness is in me you must kill me. I'll stall as long as I can but you mustn't hesitate. Nothing will be left of me to save once the darkness has imbedded itself, and if that'll happen the brothers would become invincible and there will be no hope left. You must promise me!" Tatsumi seized Watari by the shoulders and pierced him with his demanding gaze. For a moment hurt and sadness flashed in the honeyed eyes, but then it was gone, replaced with determination.
Watari clapped one of the hands on his shoulders. "I will," he said hoarsely and Tatsumi turned away.
Tatsumi knew that this was it. His soul will cease to exist, not as a human, not as a Shinigami and not in the afterlife. He will disappear from the cosmos.
He sighed. Could there be a greater thing then sacrificing yourself for the one you love and for the peace and quiet of two worlds? As much as he wished to believe there isn't, he knew that there is: spending forever with Tsuzuki in his arms.
He wished he had more time to say goodbye, or at lease memorize the feel of hot skin under his lips, of Tsuzuki moving in him, Tsuzuki's silly antics that while alone would always made him laugh. The way Tsuzuki looked at him after a long separation due to their work…
What's done is done and cannot be undone, he told himself firmly – but it helped little in making the regrets any easier to bear.
A sudden urge made him turn around. Watari was watching him intently, but Tatsumi's sight was unfocused without his glasses. He could only see the mane of blond hair and the white robe. For a moment he considered asking Watari to tell Tsuzuki that he loved him, but thought batter of it. Why make this any harder for his lover?
"I'm sorry," he said instead, and meant every word. He was so sorry for everything he'd done, all the pain he'd caused. "I'm sorry," deep down in a place no one has ever reached, not even Tsuzuki, he was sorry for his existence.
He turned around. Batter make it quick – to get it over with. He was giving his lover a chance for happiness, giving this world a chance to keep on living the same miserable, disease-and-hatred-filled life they've been living up until now. Without him. It wasn't such a great lose anyway.
Tatsumi spread his hands to his sides; inviting the darkness in and sending one last pleading look at Watari without really see him. Could something hurt more then this already is? Why was it so easy and yet so very hard to do the right thing?
He felt himself being surrounded with darkness – a sensation that was at once familiar and strange to him. This darkness made his breath hitch as if he had jumped into a frozen pool.
He felt tendrils of darkness sipping into him. At first it was like teleporting – when his body was beginning to feel like a shadow itself. But then he felt the pain.
Bone smashing; heart wrecking, burning pain. It was like his bones were crashing into his lungs and into one another, like his skin was being ripped from him and boiling with unseen burned, like his muscles and tendons were being torn away.
Someone laughed.
It suited him well, this end. That was what crossed Tatsumi's pain fogged mind. It was a morbid punishment for all those he'd loved and hurt. An eye for an eye.
He would have screamed but his vocal cords would not cooperate and his brain was foggy even without the lack of oxygen from his barely functioning lungs. He fell to his knees but something was holding him from breaking down and fainting on the floor.
And suddenly there was Tsuzuki, somehow managing to muster enough strength to run, and now he was kneeling in front of him and holding him. No! How could he do this to him!
Tsuzuki was absorbing the darkness instead of Tatsumi, his hoarse screaming filling the room. Tatsumi wanted to cry out, to push him away… what would his sacrifice be worth if Tsuzuki would die with him?
He made a desperate gesture and tried to get to his feet and push the fool aside again, but his already wrecked knees buckle under the weight of two men and he fell backwards again, losing his consciousness. His last though was that he failed. He failed to protect his friends and loved ones. His death was worthless. He failed them all.
A blazing pain coursed through Tatsumi's body, paralyzing him. He wanted to reach for his aching head but all he could do was slowly open his eyes to see the orange light of the sunset flowing through the broken windows. He was disoriented. The smell of urine and blood assaulted his senses. He gasped as his eyes moved a little and the world tilted around him.
Within seconds Watari was at his side, his face wet with tears and sweat, unsuccessfully trying to strangle a sob, and then another. Tatsumi could only watch with confusion. Where was he? And why was Watari crying? And why everything seems to hurt so badly?
The pain… there was a reason for it all. Something that he should have remembered…
And then it all came back to him: the darkness and the demons… but whywas he still here? He was supposed to be dead and Tsuzuki… Tsuzuki!
The thought alone gave him the strength to move. He dragged himself to the place where the younger Shinigami lay not far from him, crawling on all fours.
Tsuzuki was miraculously still breathing, but his battered body was weakening by the second and numerous wounds were causing him to lose blood rapidly. Even unconscious he looked like someone in great pain. They could lose him every minute.
"You fool," Tstaumi's whisper wavered at the sight of Tsuzuki. He was not thinking clearly. He was chocking on his efforts to breathe properly, and on the pain and the tears. Hands were supporting him from behind and someone was lifting Tsuzuki as well.
Somehow, after all the mess, they were back at Meifu and in the hospital wing where they were tended to and a nurse said they both needed a lot of decent rest before shooing Watari and Hisoka out.
Tataumi felt none of it. Even after the numbness an encounter with such intense evil left was gone, his chest was aching and his now dimmed blue eyes were filled with quiet despair.
A/N:
Baka - Literally, Idiot. A nickname Hisoka is very fond of when addressing Tsuzuki.
Kagetsukai - A shadow master. It's not very clear in the anime, but that's Tatsumi's special power.
Teleporting - A shadow master can teleport through the shadows as long as he can control both ends. It is with this power that Tstaumi saved Tsuzuki from Touda's flames in the Kyoto Arc.
Shikigami - basically they are guardian spirits, creatures that can be summoned by Shinigami. When in battle in the living world, Shikigami appear as various types of mythological beasts. It's not that apparent in the anime but Tsuzuki's Shikigami can also take human form.
Empath - That's Hisoka's special power. This power allows him to feel the emotions of others, read thoughts, see memories, and pick up imprints of clairvoyance off of inanimate objects.