Yami No Matsuei - Thorns of Twilight
"For seventy five years, I have lived in darkness, dreading and longing for the light I shall never see. No golden haze shall greet these eyes and no sweet kiss of sunlight's caress will warm this pallid skin. For I am one of the damned."
The pen slipped from his slender fingers as amethyst eyes scanned the all too familiar script before him. How many times had he tried to put into account his life, and how many times had it been doomed for the fire that burned so brightly in the heavy stones behind him? For all their intensity, the flames in the fireplace did little to warm the massive castle that smelled faintly of the grave.
Forever young, he pushed a strand of chocolate colored hair back from his porcelain face, the tips of it resting just beneath his strong, though faintly feminine, jaw-line. He needed to finish it. It would be the only inheritance he could hope to offer -him-.
Thoughts of the emerald eyed youth coursed through his mind. Haunting fragments of the few times he had allowed himself within easy distance of the object of his desire. So young, yet so jaded. The only living soul who seemed to be a reflection of his own inner turmoil.
"Tsuzuki?"
The voice, for all it's calm demeanor, came like a splash of ice water, shocking him from his thoughts.
Turning from his desk, Tsuzuki faced the new comer. Tall and clothed in crushed velvet that matched perfectly the shadows he had just taken form from. Light brown hair fell loosely around the silver frames of his glasses. Being an immortal, he didn't need them, but Tsuzuki often felt he kept them simply for the air of refinement they lent to an otherwise commanding face.
"Tatsumi, what are you doing up here?"
"You're thinking about him again." It wasn't a question. "I suppose it's pointless to tell you what will happen when the Master finds his favorite pet is seeking new company." Moving on without a pause, he covered the distance between the two with a graceful step as he spoke. "The Master wishes to see you."
Pushing back from the desk, Tsuzuki rose, repressing a sudden shiver. "Muraki." He whispered the word under his breath, coating it in all the profanity of silence. "What does he want?"
Though it was painfully clear the question needed no answer, Tatsumi's voice filled the chamber with a gentle echo. "You know, as your creator, he cannot track your mind. He grows impatient with your avoidance of the coven and requests a visit." Had all the emotion not been wiped from his soul from centuries of service, Tsuzuki could have sworn he heard. pity? Chuckling, he walked over to the fireplace, his fingers resting lightly on the marble mantle. Several retorts came to mind, mostly concerning what Muraki could do with his requests, but his earlier warning had not been forgotten. If he did not go, the Master would know he was up to something. It wouldn't be long before he found out about his emerald eyed angel. "You won't tell him, will you?" He whispered, all emotion drained from his gem-like eyes.
There was a long pause.
"No. There will be no need. You will not seek Hisoka out again. You will forget about him and let him live out his mortal years as he was meant."
"I never said it was my plan to bring him into this."
"You didn't have to." Tatsumi's voice grew softer. "I have watched you, watching him. The passion in your face. You looked almost. human."
Mauve eyes widened in surprise as he turned, greeted only with the faint rustling of the massive draperies that hung over the arched windows.
"For seventy five years, I have lived in darkness, dreading and longing for the light I shall never see. No golden haze shall greet these eyes and no sweet kiss of sunlight's caress will warm this pallid skin. For I am one of the damned."
The pen slipped from his slender fingers as amethyst eyes scanned the all too familiar script before him. How many times had he tried to put into account his life, and how many times had it been doomed for the fire that burned so brightly in the heavy stones behind him? For all their intensity, the flames in the fireplace did little to warm the massive castle that smelled faintly of the grave.
Forever young, he pushed a strand of chocolate colored hair back from his porcelain face, the tips of it resting just beneath his strong, though faintly feminine, jaw-line. He needed to finish it. It would be the only inheritance he could hope to offer -him-.
Thoughts of the emerald eyed youth coursed through his mind. Haunting fragments of the few times he had allowed himself within easy distance of the object of his desire. So young, yet so jaded. The only living soul who seemed to be a reflection of his own inner turmoil.
"Tsuzuki?"
The voice, for all it's calm demeanor, came like a splash of ice water, shocking him from his thoughts.
Turning from his desk, Tsuzuki faced the new comer. Tall and clothed in crushed velvet that matched perfectly the shadows he had just taken form from. Light brown hair fell loosely around the silver frames of his glasses. Being an immortal, he didn't need them, but Tsuzuki often felt he kept them simply for the air of refinement they lent to an otherwise commanding face.
"Tatsumi, what are you doing up here?"
"You're thinking about him again." It wasn't a question. "I suppose it's pointless to tell you what will happen when the Master finds his favorite pet is seeking new company." Moving on without a pause, he covered the distance between the two with a graceful step as he spoke. "The Master wishes to see you."
Pushing back from the desk, Tsuzuki rose, repressing a sudden shiver. "Muraki." He whispered the word under his breath, coating it in all the profanity of silence. "What does he want?"
Though it was painfully clear the question needed no answer, Tatsumi's voice filled the chamber with a gentle echo. "You know, as your creator, he cannot track your mind. He grows impatient with your avoidance of the coven and requests a visit." Had all the emotion not been wiped from his soul from centuries of service, Tsuzuki could have sworn he heard. pity? Chuckling, he walked over to the fireplace, his fingers resting lightly on the marble mantle. Several retorts came to mind, mostly concerning what Muraki could do with his requests, but his earlier warning had not been forgotten. If he did not go, the Master would know he was up to something. It wouldn't be long before he found out about his emerald eyed angel. "You won't tell him, will you?" He whispered, all emotion drained from his gem-like eyes.
There was a long pause.
"No. There will be no need. You will not seek Hisoka out again. You will forget about him and let him live out his mortal years as he was meant."
"I never said it was my plan to bring him into this."
"You didn't have to." Tatsumi's voice grew softer. "I have watched you, watching him. The passion in your face. You looked almost. human."
Mauve eyes widened in surprise as he turned, greeted only with the faint rustling of the massive draperies that hung over the arched windows.