This is a story that I am currently working on with my friend Valerie aka Miko-chan. So far, we're taking turns writing the chapters; so be patient since I am working on the second chapter. And don't you worry; Tsuzuki will make his appearence very soon! Maybe Miko-chan will do that.

Disclaimer: Valerie and I don't own any of the Yami no Matsuei characters at all. I only own my made up character Kisara; who will be playing the role of Tsubaki's younger sister.


Your Destiny, My Fate

'They say that fate and destiny play a huge role in our life.

But somehow, I believe that we can make our own paths in life.'

-Kisara (She said this in one of my other stories; not sure which one)

"Kurosaki-san," a man in his mid-forties said. "Please read part two, verse four of 'The Highway Man' from the book." A man with graying hair stood before the teacher's desk up front. His white shirt was turning a yellowish color and his necktie was all wrinkled up. His brow furrowed when he felt his glasses falling off and pushed them back up with his index and middle finger. He wiped his sweaty hand on the back of his pants and fished a pen in the desk drawer. A book of a collection of poems occupied his other hand.

A sixteen year old boy with golden blond hair stood up. His long-sleeved white polo shirt was free from any kind of dirt and was tucked in his maroon slacks and a maroon necktie was tied neatly around under his shirt's collar. Sharp emerald eyes scanned the book for the verse and then he recited it with the slightest hint of feeling in his voice.

"She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it!
The trigger at least was hers!"

He sat back on his chair when he was finished. He placed his left elbow on the desk and his palm cupped his chin. After a few more students continued where he left off, his eyes wandered to stare outside the window and he stopped listening to his classmates. He read the poem the night before and needn't hear about the highway man anymore.

Kurosaki Hisoka easily got bored during classes because he already knew what the teachers would discuss due to advanced reading and he needed to maintain his top average or his father would give him a long lecture about their family's "reputation" being at stake.

His father's a congressman and his other relatives may not have the same occupation but the ranking was the same as his father's. His mother's a retired model who now owns a modeling agency. He was pressured to have perfectionists as his parents but he tried his best to live up to their expectations being their only son.

Once the school bell rang, he quickly stood up and stuffed his books in his bag. It was the last class he had for the day and he didn't want to stay in school longer than needed. He quickly walked out of the classroom blending in with the other students.

When he was nearing the school gates, he had a feeling as if someone's watching him and he looked back to the school. At the window of the second floor, a man with silver hair and eyes was looking at him. He had wire-rimmed spectacles and was wearing a white suit with a matching trench coat. He smiled at him before he let go of the curtain, covering him from Hisoka's view.

His eyes widened and silently wondered who that man may be. He started walking out the school gates and gave an involuntary shiver. When he was a good two blocks from the school, he ran back home as if his life depended on it.

When he was done with his homework, he took a shower and changed into a pair of blue cotton pajamas. He switched off the light, turned on his laptop, logged in on YM and joined a random chat room. Was there even anyone worth chatting with? The people Hisoka chatted with before bored him now. They were just ranting about themselves boring the hell out of the people they're chatting with. But every night, he hoped that there would be someone interesting and worth talking to. And that person may probably even become his first real friend. Then again, who was he kidding? It's almost impossible to find someone who'd be willing to listen and not only think about themselves. So what are his chances finding someone in a chat room? But still, there's at least one percent of him that hopes to be able to find a real friend.

The day after was the same as always: boring. It bored him to death but he doesn't have a choice but to sit through it and hope that his brain cells won't die from absolute boredom.

Lunch break came and he was more than happy to go out. He sat down under a tree and read a book while he ate. It was a bit sunny but that didn't bother him. After he ate, he stood up and walked back up to his classroom.

"Excuse me." He heard a silky voice address him. "Can you help me carry these boxes to the infirmary?"

Hisoka looked back to see the man he saw yesterday. It creeped him out to see him smile like that. The man was wearing a white suit with a white coat that doctors usually wear. There were four medium sized boxes piled on the floor.

"Okay." Hisoka said though he was a bit hesitant on helping the man.

"Thank you." The man's eyes glinted and his smile seemed to grow wider and creepier by the second. "I guess we can both carry two boxes each, don't you think so?" Even the way he spoke made Hisoka wary of him.

Hisoka agreed and took two of the boxes and the man took the other two. On the way to the infirmary the man said: "I'm the school's new doctor. I heard the one before me went to America . My name's Muraki Kazutaka." Muraki looked and smiled at him.

"I'm Aoyagi, Aoyagi Miroku." He lied. It wasn't intentional but he couldn't stop himself from saying the false name fast enough to remind himself that the doctor may discover that Aoyagi Miroku does not exist. Or if he does, he would definitely not look like the boy whom he asked helped from.

"You can put them on the table there." Muraki said once they reached the infirmary.

After setting the boxes down, he felt someone pin him against the table and his wrists were quickly held above his head with a hand. He gasped and looked up to see Muraki's face inches away from his. He thought of shouting for help but Muraki's silver orbs stared in his eyes and he just can't remember how to use his mouth. Muraki smirked and used his index finger to trace a vein from below Hisoka's chin down to his jugular.

Hisoka felt like a prey; trapped in a corner while the predator blocked his only means of escape. 'Do something damn it!' he screamed in his mind but it was getting difficult to think properly.

"Miroku," Muraki breathed to Hisoka's ear. Hearing the doctor call him with the false name brought him out of his hypnotized state and the need to escape grew stronger. Since Muraki was at least a feet taller than him, he couldn't knee him in the groin so he just stepped on his foot really hard hoping it would take the doctor off guard. Muraki's grasp on his wrists loosened and Hisoka pulled himself away. Hisoka didn't wait for more and bolted out of the infirmary and ran all the way back to his room.

There is the first chapter. Sorry that it took a while because Miko-chan needed to edit it. Read and review the chapter, and I will post the second one as soon as I can.

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'The Highway Man' is not our poem.