Emerald eyes

AN: Hey, this is my absolute first Yami no Matsuei fic so please don't be too harsh. I've only seen four anime episodes (the Kyoto chapter) so my knowledge on YnM may not be that great. However, I did LOADS of research so I could write accurate fics (yeah rite~ actually, I was busy swooning over delicious pics of Tsuzuki-sama!!! WAAAI!)
When I saw the extremely BEAUTIFUL Tsuzuki-sama, I was urging with the need to write a fanfic with him in it. _ I like Hisoka too!!! But Tsuzuki-sama is the BEST!!!! Uh... sorry, I'm just raving on and on aren't I? Gomenasai!!! Well then on with the fic!! R&R!!! I WUV reviews!!!

Oh, before we go on I have something else to say (I know I like to talk!!). Pairings... Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against the "traditional" pairings; it's just that I am not very fond of Shounen-ai/Yaoi. Not because I find gays uncomfortable (I have friends who are gays – and for your info, I am a girl, in case you were wondering). My reason for not being fond of Yaoi is very selfish. Yaoi limits my possibilities. If Tsuzuki, Hisoka and all the other drool-some bishonen in YnM are gay, where are the possibilities for ME!!!!! (Yeah, like I'd have a chance with Tsuzuki even if he was straight. Number one, he wouldn't be bothered with someone like me; number two, he doesn't EXIST!!! He's ink!!!) ---- Sorry, me in my weird fan-girl mode. Please don't take any notice. Anyway, this fic may end up being TsuzukixHisoka, maybe not. I guess it depends on what I feel like writing... Ah the joys of being a writer~! ^^ But I like TsuzukixHisoka! Really! If Tsuzuki has to be gay, I rather him be gay with Hisoka than anyone else... ^^ Anyway, here goes, and please REVIEW!!!!

Disclaimers: I was going through my closet one day... and I realized something that shocked me like HELL. Tsuzuki wasn't there!!! Thus, I was finally able to see that I DON'T own Yami no Matsurei or any of it's characters. ;_;

Warnings: OOCness (I have ONLY seen four episodes from the anime – I'll try my best to be accurate. For one thing, I don't like it myself when my fav characters are horribly OOC, ne?)

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"Tsuzuki!"

'Damn, where did he go now?' Hisoka thought in annoyance, as he searched everywhere for his amethyst-eyed partner. He was about to leave the room when something caught his sharp eyes. Hisoka leaned over and picked it up, frowning slightly. A candy wrapper. It was lying in front of a closed door. That could only mean one thing. "TSUZUKI!!!!!" Hisoka barged the door open yelling.

"Soka-chan!" Tsuzuki replied with a weak smile, his eyes opening wide with shock/fear/surprise. His mouth was stuffed with a huge lollipop, and numerous sweet wrappers lay everywhere in mountains.

Hisoka grimaced. "Don't call me Soka-chan, you idiot. We have to go on a mission. I've been looking for you for ages, baka."

Tsuzuki's huge amethyst orbs filled with tears. "Soka-chan~! Are you mad at me?" Hisoka sighed, his nerve twitching slightly. Sometime, in fact a lot of times, Tsuzuki tended to get on his nerves with his carefree and utterly irresponsible ways. Hisoka glared at Tsuzuki, his eyes full of warning.

"What's going on here? I thought I asked you two to come and see me immediately," cut in a cool, all-to-familiar voice.

"Tatsumi..." Tsuzuki muttered with a smile, "so what did you want to tell me?"

"Konoe-san wants you and Kurosaki-san to go inspect a series of chain murders. Go to Tokyo immediately. Watari will be joining you on this one. He'll give you the sufficient information you may need."

Tsuzuki nodded. "Okay, as soon as I finish this... never mind." He muttered with a sigh shoving as much apple pie in his mouth as he could, when he saw Tatsumi's disapproving look and Hisoka's glare.

Muraki smiled coldly. He held a small phial in his hand that was filled with a bright blue substance. "Exactly what I need to get Tsuzuki... finally." He gave a short, satisfactory laugh and carefully placed the phial into his pocket. Tsuzuki... you won't know what just hit you.

"So, who do you think is behind all this?" Tsuzuki asked Watari. They were sitting in a café. Tsuzuki happily helped himself to a huge slab of apple pie with a swirl of fresh whipped cream on top. Hisoka gave an exasperated sigh as he took a sip from his orange juice. Honestly, did food really make him that happy? Could food make Tsuzuki happier and more contented than he, Kurosaki Hisoka, could? Hisoka gasped softly in surprise. What the hell was he thinking about? He shook his head slightly and tried to concentrate on what Watari was saying.

"Anyway, there is a clue to who the murderer might be," Watari said. Tsuzuki raised an eyebrow. Watari pushed his glasses more firmly onto his nose. "One of the victims were found alive, although barely. She wasn't in a position to say anything, but she did whisper one word before she died. Silver. Doesn't this ring a bell?"

Tsuzuki's expression changed. His eyes were screwed up full of hatred and anger. He murmured in a low voice, "Muraki."

"Bingo!" Watari said. Hisoka sweat-dropped. Watari seemed to regain himself and his expression turned serious. "I have no idea what he is after yet, but I suspect he's trying to lure you to him. Like what happened last time in Kyoto." Hisoka flinched slightly and Tsuzuki grew tense.

Tsuzuki frowned. What was Muraki up to now? He felt a deep pang in his heart. Why did so many innocent had to suffer and die because of him? Hisoka watched the older shinigami full of guilt, with a worried expression.

Tsuzuki and Hisoka walked slowly down the lane. Tsuzuki had had a sudden craving for something sweet. Hisoka had accompanied him, unwillingly, just to shut him up and get him out of his hopeless inu-mode. Also, Hisoka couldn't help feeling slightly worried. After what happened last time in Kyoto, he didn't want to risk losing Tsuzuki again. Hisoka looked at Tsuzuki. The pale moonlight shone, lighting up his handsome features. His deep chocolate brown hair fall elegantly to his eyes. His amethyst eyes shone brightly and Hisoka could feel himself slowly getting lost within the swirling orbs.

Tsuzuki turned to Hisoka when he felt himself being stared at. What had he done wrong this time? Was Hisoka mad at him again? He gasped under his breath. His eyes met Hisoka's emerald ones. Tsuzuki tried to break off his gaze on him, but he felt himself staring deeper and deeper into those emerald green jewels.

Hisoka was dying to turn away. He felt a slight blush creeping up his cheeks. Damn! Why couldn't he look away! Suddenly Tsuzuki's face broke out into a grin. "Are you okay, Hisoka?" Hisoka turned into a tomato and turned his head away, shooting Tsuzuki a glare.

Tsuzuki chuckled. He was so kawaii~! Suddenly he jerked up in surprise. His muscles tensed. The air was filled with a familiar metallic scent. Blood. He looked around feeling much more alert. Next to him, Hisoka gave a little gasp of surprise. Tsuzuki was about to ask why when he saw the reason for himself.

The moon had turned bloody red, and beneath it stood a beautiful man with stunning silver eyes and hair. His long coat bristled slightly in the breeze. His face was curved into his usual psychotic smile. At his feet lay a woman, dripping with blood. Tsuzuki's eyes were filled with overwhelming hatred. "Muraki," he muttered, his voice dripping with loath and hatred. Hisoka too had a similar expression on his face.

Muraki smiled. "Tsuzuki-san, it's good to see you again."

Tsuzuki growled, "What are you planning now?"

Muraki chuckled. "I thought you would have known better than anyone." Tsuzuki scowled harder and glared daggers into the man. Muraki put his hands up in mock defense. "I just wanted to talk to you. What about going somewhere for some sake?"

"Why would he do that?" Hisoka shot out in anger.

Musaki's lips curved into a thin, frosty smile. "Because..." he began with a penetrating stare, "if not, you may just happen to find a couple more dead bodies in the streets. Why, just now I bumped into a nice lady and her 5-year-old daughter. I'm sure you don't want any harm to come to innocent people, ne, Tsuzuki-san?"

"Fine. I'll come with you," Tsuzuki growled under his breadth. He turned to Hisoka. "Hisoka, go back to Watari."

"But..."

"Do as I say." Tsuzuki grinned. "Don't worry. I promise I'll come back." Hisoka hesitated for a moment, and then nodded when he caught a very determined glint in Tsuzuki's eye.

"I'll be waiting... until you come back." Hisoka muttered as he jogged off towards their lodging.

Tsuzuki turned to Muraki, "where do you want to go?"

Muraki smiled in satisfaction. Everything was going exactly the way he had planned.

Muraki sipped some of his sake. He looked up at Tsuzuki in surprise when he realized that Tsuzuki hadn't touched anything. "Ara? I thought you liked sake, Tsuzuki-san. Maybe I was wrong?"

Tsuzuki scowled. He was dying to gulp down the sake and stuff his face with all the delicacies on the table, but somehow it didn't seem very appropriate. Besides, he probably wouldn't enjoy anything he ate with a man he loathed so much. Muraki seemed to read his mind. "Tsuzuki-san. The sake is very good. Even under such circumstances I'm sure you'll enjoy it very much."

Tsuzuki glared at Muraki but picked up his cup (sorry, I know it's not drunk in cups but I cant think of a right work at the moment~! Gomen!!) of sake and brought it close to his lips. Muraki smiled, an evil glint in his eye. He watched with pure satisfaction as Tsuzuki drained the cup down his throat.

Tsuzuki placed the cup on the table. He didn't know why but suddenly he was feeling very drowsy. What was happening? He could hardly keep his eyes open. Then he realized. "Muraki... damn... sake..." And he collapsed.

Muraki bowed slightly with a smirk. He pulled out a small phial from his pocket and placed it next to the empty cup. It too was empty.

Yuuki Shiori sighed as she hurried her steps towards home. It was late. The sky was dark and full of stars, the moon hung high above her head. She checked her watch. Half-past ten. Her mother was going to scold her again. Shiori was a seventeen-year-old girl. She had been studying at the public library. She hadn't realized that it had gotten so late. She shoved her hands deep into her pockets and quickened her pace. It was late and god knows what might happen to her at this time of the night.

She turned around the corner and stopped in surprise. It was a tall man. He was carrying another man on his shoulder. What really surprised her was the tall man's stunning eyes and hair. Silver... it was the most unusual.

Muraki gave an impatient sigh. Who was this girl and what was she doing here at this time? He stared coldly at the girl hoping that it would be enough to scare her off. He was in no mood to kill anyone, especially with an unconscious Tsuzuki on his shoulder. However, much to his surprise and annoyance the girl didn't seem to take the hint.

"Ano, is there anything wrong?" Shiori asked carefully. She had a very kind and caring personality and it was her nature to ask and offer help to anyone that looked like they needed it. At the moment, the tall man carrying the other tall man looked sickly pale, and he looked like he was having trouble with the other man's weight. Also, the man that hung from his shoulder didn't look too good either. "Can I help you?"

Muraki muttered, "no. I've got it under control."

Shiori nodded meekly and was about to go when the man with chocolate brown hair murmured softly. "Wait... help..." Shiori turned in surprise. The man's eyes met hers for a second before he fall unconscious again. Even though their eyes had only met for a split second, Shiori couldn't help noticing the desperate cry for help in the man's captivating eyes. It had been purple. Just like the jewel on the necklace that oka-san had. Amethyst eyes. Shiori turned to face the silver-haired man with a determined look. She couldn't just leave that other man behind after what he had said.

Muraki felt like kicking someone. Why hadn't Tsuzuki been fully unconscious? Now he'd have to deal with this stupid girl. Muraki gently placed Tsuzuki on the ground. He stepped closer to the girl, his eyes cold as ice.

Shiori shook slightly. This man frightened her. He didn't seem... human in some aspects. He was cold and emotionless – like an ice sculpture. "Leave that man alone," she said loudly, sounding a lot braver than she felt.

Muraki felt himself losing his patience. He glared at the girl. He was about to slash her when he stopped in surprise. The girl's eyes stared back at him, fearless and bold. Her eyes were what that had surprised him. Green eyes? He scowled. It annoyingly reminded him of Tsuzuki's green-eyed partner. He reached out to hold her. Surprisingly, his hand flew backwards. Why was he unable to touch her? It felt as if there was some sort of barrier between him and the girl. Damn Tsuzuki... Muraki cursed silently. This was probably his doing. But why? He was supposed to be totally unconscious. Muraki debated what he should do now. He had to get rid of this girl but how the hell was he going to do that if he couldn't even place a finger on her?

Shiori shivered slightly. Why wasn't the man doing anything? She silently prayed in her mind. God, please help me! Suddenly, she and Muraki heard a huge crowd of people coming towards them. They looked like a group of collage students that had had a party.

Muraki groaned inside. He had to get out of here. He wasn't in a mood to stay and kill twenty people. Besides, he had to get Tsuzuki to a safe place before he regained consciousness. Judging by what had just happened, he knew that would be pretty soon. He turned towards the spot where he had put Tsuzuki down. His eyes widened slightly when he saw that the girl was kneeling beside him, her arms around him protectively.

"I won't let you take him with you," Shiori said firmly, her eyes flashing.

Muraki heard the crowd getting closer and closer. He sighed. He'd have to try out this again some other time. Tonight was not his night. "Tsuzuki Asato. I'll be back for you," he muttered softly under his breadth. With a cold stare at the girl, he vanished with a flash.

Shiori looked down at the man's handsome yet feminine features. He groaned slightly. Shiori called out to the crowd of people that were approaching them. "Ano. Can you please help?"

"Watari, he's late," Hisoka muttered, feeling very worried. Watari nodded. He looked worried too. "We should go out and look for him or something."

Watari nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I'll get my coat. Let's go."

Hisoka frowned. Why had he let him go off by himself? If something had happened to Tsuzuki, he'd never be able to forgive himself.

Shiori gently wiped the man's face with a damp towel. The bunch of students they had bumped into had been kind enough to help her bring the man to her house. Surprisingly her mother wasn't home. She was supposed to come back from her grandmother's house today but judging by the looks, it looked like she wasn't back yet. She probably was late as usual. Shiori didn't mind too much. It would be easier to explain things later. For now, she was glad that she didn't have to answer any inquiring questions from her mother.

The man groaned deeply. Shiori looked at him in surprise. His deep purple eyes fluttered open and stared up at Shiori. "Where am I?" he asked in a weak voice.

Shiori smiled, "I'm so glad you're awake. Don't worry. You're at my house. That man won't be able to get you anymore."

The man sat up on the bed with a groan. Suddenly his eyes filled with utmost panic. "Is there anything wrong?" Shiori asked, feeling rather alarmed.

The man clutched his chocolate brown hair in angst. "I... I... can't remember who I am!"

Shiori's huge green eyes widened in surprise. "EH??!!"

"Tsuzuki! Where are you?" Hisoka muttered under his breath. He felt like kicking himself, slapping himself, ANYTHING. He should have NEVER let him go off with Muraki by himself. "TSUZUKI!!!!"

AN: Heh! Tsuzuki, without his memory, alone with a pretty green-eyed girl... hmmm... I wonder what will happen, ne??? ^^ Poor Hisoka... I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed typing it. You won't believe this. My whole family is asleep while I've been typing away like mad for the last half hour. I'm so sleepy now... There may be typos and grammar errors. Sorry but this hasn't gone through beta-reading. I'm just too tired. But I really liked typing stuff about Tsuzuki~! WAI~! I WUV TSUZUKI!!!! Uh... gomenasai (fangirl mode on again). Please review and tell me what you thought. Reviews make me happy!

Inu-Shiori mode: *wide innocent eyes* Review onnegaishimasu~! (how can you resist the absolutely kawaii inu-mode?? So heartless if you don't review ;_; )

p.s. the name Shiori

I know. It's my pen-name and the name of the golden-eyed character in this fic. Shiori is a girl from one of my fav Rurouni Kenshin fics Heart of the Wolf by Ro-chan. It's such a pretty name, and I loved the character, so I try to add her name in all of my fics if I can. Don't worry, the only thing my Shiori and Ro-chan's Shiori has in common are their first names. Heh~! ^^

Shiroi-chan *^^* (wai, wai~!)