To: "Jollyolly"
From: "Neko Kate-Chan"
Requirements: MurakixTsuzuki, Four Part, Lemon, Sap
Author's Touches: TsuzukixHisoka, MurakixSaki (See my Mursaki fic 'Sins of the Devil'), MurakixOriya, TatsumixTsuzuki, angst, humor, EVANGELION SPOILERS
Author's Notes: The first part of this is out now. The next three chapters will get done when they get done. Due to demand I'm working my fingers to the bone with request fics so please be patient. Thank you. Also, I wish to point out that though this fic has a universal 'T' rating, this is only for the first chapter, because I wanted it to appear on the main listing. Therefore, I ask you to read with caution. I will be changing the rating when I post up the second chapter and have attracted enough readers. (Stupid should change their system…)
Synopsis: Muraki manages to kidnap Tsuzuki from Meifu from under the nose of Tatsumi and Hisoka. Slowly, through the course of days, Tsuzuki and Muraki begin to learn each other's motivation…
Stockholm Syndrome
Chapter One
Tsuzuki lay on his bed, thinking. Hisoka was in the other room, he'd just gone to get the two of them a cup of coffee, so they could sit up and talk. They had just made love for the fifth time that week and Tsuzuki really wanted nothing more than to curl into a little ball and sleep.
He was truly tired now. Even though he admitted to himself that he loved Hisoka, the longing to move on was slowly becoming more and more prominent. He was beginning to consider passing on. Would he be allowed?
"Tsuzuki! There's someone at the door, would you go get it?" Hisoka called through. Tsuzuki sighed, dragging himself off the bed and pulling a pair of trousers on. They were just 'mucking around the house' trousers, i.e. ill-fitting jeans that were too tight around the ass and too loose everywhere else, not to mention the fact they were full of holes.
"Tsuzuki! Hurry up and get that! I've got a kettle full of hot coffee here!" Hisoka yelled. Tsuzuki chuckled, standing up and answering the door.
He stared.
"Hello Tsuzuki-san."
xXx
Hisoka heard a slight scuffling sound, then the door banging heavily. He looked at it and blinked. There was no way…
On the floor was a doll with fine auburn curls and a beautiful face. Hisoka picked it up his hands shaking.
"No… Tsuzuki…"
xXx
Tsuzuki awoke in a surprisingly modern looking apartment. He looked around and saw the various beautiful furnishings, the wonderful view of some city out of the window, the overall chic of what could only be described as his prison.
"Do you like it, Tsuzuki-san?" He heard a voice say behind him. It was deep, silky… He turned, suddenly remembering the way he'd passed out on his doorstep. Had Muraki carried him here? The man was physically stronger than he remembered.
"I would like it even more if I were free to leave it," Tsuzuki sulked. He folded his arms from where he was sat on a soft white leather sofa, glaring at Muraki. It only caused the man to laugh, not the evil, creepy laugh that Tsuzuki had heard so many times, but a soft, heart-felt sound that made the shinigami wonder what the hell had happened to the psychotic doctor that he knew and… knew…
"Please, Tsuzuki-san, do not… glare… so… It is a habit best left to Kurosaki-san…" Muraki was still chuckling slightly. Tsuzuki however had picked up on something there… 'Kurosaki-san'? Since when did Muraki ever refer to Hisoka as anything except 'doll' or 'brat'… That was just… weird…
"Tatsumi will find me you know," Tsuzuki threated. Muraki was pouring two glasses of wine. He handed it to Tsuzuki, who decided he knew what to do with it. Eyeing it for a moment he threw it in Muraki's face.
"Let me go… Now," He hissed. Muraki used the sleeve of his white suit to wipe away the wine.
"I hope you are going to volunteer for the dry cleaning, Tsuzuki-san," Muraki replied. Tsuzuki found himself growing frustrated with Muraki's lack of reaction so far. He should be going into an 'baddies monologue' by now, but instead he was neatly avoiding the topic that he had kidnapped Tsuzuki and that there would be consequences.
"How did you kidnap me anyhow? I thought that only the dead and the invited could get into Meifu?" Tsuzuki asked. At this, Muraki did look as though he was going to respond. He removed his wine soaked suit jacket, placing it on the floor away from the puddle of wine rapidly soaking into the cream carpet.
"I hitched a ride. Came in through a back door. You know, everywhere has them, this apartment block, computer programs, Tokyo Tower, even Meifu. You just have to know where to look," Muraki explained and began to unbutton his shirt. Tsuzuki watched, transfixed as the doctor's slender fingers undid each button. What was it that was so… so…
Hisoka.
There, that ruined any weird thoughts.
Think of Hisoka. He'll be worried about you.
And Tatsumi.
And Watari…
And 003…
"What the hell are you doing?" Tsuzuki asked, standing up and backing away. Muraki blinked, then let his trousers drop to the floor.
"You soaked me with wine, Tsuzuki-san. I did not intend on spending the night here tonight, therefore, have only my boxers that are clean. The other clothes are yours. I guessed your size at the store. If I make you uncomfortable, why not have a look around? After all, you'll be spending quite some time here," Muraki suggested. Tsuzuki growled low in his throat but was soon departing the room anyway. Something about Muraki sprawled out on the sofa, reading a book, looking so Hisoka-like it was scary, made Tsuzuki uneasy.
There was also something about the way his throat seemed to have tightened in something other than fear.
Excitement.
He shouldn't be feeling that around Muraki. He felt guilty, because he felt like he'd already betrayed Hisoka merely by being in the same room with Muraki. Yet… there was something about this Muraki… Something different… As though he was relaxed… As though he wasn't expecting to be sprung, he wasn't waiting for their time to be up so he could have the final showdown… Like this was the end of Muraki's plans.
But…
Tsuzuki decided to stop thinking, he was confusing himself.
He entered the first room he came to, it was a bathroom. Beautiful white Japanese style bathtub with gold colored taps, a sink in the shape of a shell… And a toilet… Tsuzuki guessed that there was only so much you could do with a toilet…
He then walked into the next room, a study, absent of a phone or internet connection. The walls were lined with books, most Tsuzuki could remember having read when they were first published. He perused the bookcase for a while, realization suddenly dawning on him. All these books, they were his favorites, ones he had had particularly liked, ones he had recommended Hisoka read… Muraki had really done his research…
There was an adjoining door from the study, which opened out into the kitchen. Tsuzuki at first thought it strange to have it like that, but then he realized that the study had probably originally been intended to be a dining room.
"Well, this is a kitchen…" Tsuzuki announced. It wasn't spectacular. It was, as Tsuzuki said, a kitchen.
He ventured back through the study to try the last door. He was greeted by the sight of a large four poster bed, complete with white silk drapes and beautiful cream sheets. Tsuzuki took a few steps inside…
"This is…" He breathed, then fell to his knees.
He could almost see Ruka playing on the rug to the side of the bed, himself beside her, showing her his new toy, a mechanical wind up soldier. Then their mother walked in, laughing at them huddled on the floor of her bedroom, picking up Ruka, snuggling on their bed…
"'Kaasan…" He whispered.
"I could only find this picture from your family records, the rest were destroyed in a mysterious fire. I recreated it from the picture," Muraki explained from the doorway. Tsuzuki turned, staring at Muraki. A tear escaped the corner of his eye, before grief welled up.
"Take it away… Make it go away!" He found himself sinking to his knees.
"I didn't mean to… I didn't mean to! It wasn't my fault!" He sobbed, trying desperately to prevent himself revisiting that night…
"T-Tsuzuki-san?" Muraki asked, his voice soft. It was the slight stutter in Muraki's voice on top of suddenly being confronted with his past that made Tsuzuki break down. Crying out things that he hadn't told Hisoka, Watari or even Tatsumi.
"I killed them… I killed them both… Over there, there was an oil lamp… I-I knocked it over but I was too afraid to tell anyone I'd done it. There was oil all over the place… Ruka… she dropped her candle… I killed them… I killed them…!" Tsuzuki sobbed. Muraki's arms were suddenly encircling his shoulders. He turned, blindly, burying his face in Muraki's shoulders. He forgot who the man was, at the moment, he was comfort.
"Well, if you're going to sleep in here, we'd better make some changes…" Muraki said, standing up and looking around for a moment. He then started to rip off the drapes around the bed, take down pictures, bundle up the rug and dumped them all unceremoniously outside the door.
"Better?" Muraki asked. Tsuzuki blinked. What the hell? Muraki was being nice? Was the world ending? Why was he being so out of character? (At this point in time, Tsuzuki would like to point out that the author has been half-crazed by trying to put 'Muraki' and 'sap' into the same story. Therefore, she had to compensate and make the characters speculate on why everyone was so out of character. Gomen.)
"Y-Yeah… But I still don't want to be in here alone toni-" Tsuzuki just realized what he'd said.
"Does that mean what I think it means, Tsuzuki-san?" Muraki asked, the eyebrow above his normal eye twitching upwards, a slight smile on his face. Not a smirk. A smile.
"N-No! Er, that is, if you were thinking that, er, you know?" Tsuzuki found, to his sheer horror, he was blushing. Why was he acting like a pathetic virgin?
"So articulate…" Muraki drawled. The next thing Tsuzuki knew, he was being laid on the bed, the thick duvet being pulled over him, tucked around him. He looked up into Muraki's eyes to see the flashes of tenderness in them… It strange, to see the lust yet also seeing the tenderness in Muraki's expression. Stranger still, it seemed that there was love in the enlarged 'creepy eye' (as Watari had so scientifically dubbed it) and lust in the normal one.
"This doll will stay with you tonight. It is spelled so it will call me if you get scared… Sort of like a baby monitor I suppose," He said, sitting the doll against Tsuzuki. No sooner had Muraki's hand pulled away had Tsuzuki grabbed it, hugging it to his chest. Muraki blinked, then smiled.
"What's it's name?" The brunet asked softly. Muraki blinked.
"Asuka," He replied. Tsuzuki nodded.
"It's a nice name… Although it reminds me a little too much of that brat-child from Evangelion…" Tsuzuki yawned and pulled the blankets higher.
"I always thought that it would have been a better ending if Ikari Gendo had committed suicide… Or if Kaworu and Shinji had got together…" Muraki said, as though he spent all his time pondering anime pairings. Tsuzuki chuckled, he hadn't taken Muraki for an avid anime fan…
"I didn't understand Evangelion… What was with the whole 'Human Instrumentality' thingy? Was it meant to be a clip show or what?" Tsuzuki asked, sleepily. Muraki shrugged.
"I don't know, I didn't understand it either," The doctor replied.
"Admitting you don't know something, sensei?" Tsuzuki taunted. Muraki didn't reply. Tsuzuki was asleep anyway two minutes later.
xXx
Burning… Burning! Everything was burning!
"Wake up!" He felt something hit his head, snapping it to his right. He opened his eyes and was met by mismatched ones. Without restraint he flew into Muraki's arms, shivering and crying.
"A nightmare?" Muraki asked. Tsuzuki just shuddered.
"T-Touda…" He managed to stutter in reply. Nothing more was said for a while. Then:
"Stay… Stay so I can sleep…" Tsuzuki whispered. Muraki seemed to be torn.
"You understand, Tsuzuki, that though I might be being nice to you, I am still the same man who raped Hisoka. To ask me to stay would give me an invitation," There was strain to Tsuzuki's voice. It was strange. Muraki was warning him? Why?
"I want to do this the right way. I don't want to be like him," Muraki forced out. Tsuzuki didn't know or care who 'he' was. He was just suddenly aware that… Muraki was human too. Perhaps that made his crimes more horrific, but Tsuzuki didn't care. Muraki actually wanted Tsuzuki to fall in love with him. Which meant that Muraki himself had to feel something…
"Stay…" Tsuzuki managed to whisper.
Muraki crawled into bed with Tsuzuki, desperately trying to keep a hold of himself.