Title: If You See a Shooting Star
Chapter 1: The Night Sky
Beta: n/a
Author: Harper Hisoka
Warning: Shonen Ai/Yaoi, dark themes, I don't own the series.
Series: Yami no Matsui
Pairing: Tsuzuki x Hisoka
Summary: Hisoka still doesn't trust Tsuzuki, but when Muraki kidnaps him it seems that his partner is now his only salvation. A cursed tattoo, the red moon, and the magic rope made of witch hair that holds Hisoka's life in the balance.
The setting sun lit the interior of the abandoned house with a dim yellow light. Broken windows and wooden frames, floor boards that were loose and in placed missing completely. No lights could be seen except for the sun. This room, however, was made of concrete. The drain in the middle suggested some sort of green house perhaps, maybe a swimming pool once laid its spot in the room. But whatever past this house held, its secrets would remain.
The reflection of the light tinted the floor, enhancing the dark red color of blood that pooled around the drain. Circling around until finding an exit below. Not far from the small drain lay the main sewer grating. The Blood streamed down a small singular wall that stood near the grate. Rope made of a thin, magical hair bound Hisoka's body. If he struggled now, the rope would actually become tighter and logic suggested that this was a good way to be decapitated into many little pieces really quickly.
The last thing Hisoka remember had been standing at a concert, listening to a beautiful yet tragic singer. Anything after that was blank, but anyone who would have it out for him this badly was beyond his imagining. As far as he knew, being somewhat new to the shinigami world, was that he really didn't have the chance to make any enemies yet. Not that he wanted to, but no one he knew would do this to him.
At least, he hoped so.
Whoever it was hadn't shown their presence since he awoke sometime near late afternoon. His struggling at first caused the thin series of ropes to tighten to an almost impossible size. He had fresh blood running down every line that crossed his body up and down. It was almost like being caught in a custom made spiders web.
Time seemed to pass quickly, though he wasn't entirely sure why. The sun had set, leaving him completely in the dark. The light of the moon was no consultation.
It scared him. The moon itself, he never felt comfortable around it. Not before and certainly not now. He wanted to get out badly but the realization kept sinking in that these ropes were not so forgiving. Hisoka choked in surprised at the sudden clapping coming from behind it. The habitual movement his head made to see what made the sound had cost him. Cool, liquid blood dripped slowly down from the side of his neck. He couldn't shake it off, he couldn't get rid of that feeling.
"You are a good boy," the man teased. "All this time and you still fall under my spell."
The mans words caused his body to freeze. Any pain he had drained in an instant when those cold words hit his ears. His skin turned a cold, and tattoo's appeared on his body like invisible ink on a piece of paper. A pale red design covered his body. "My mark is still with you, Hisoka."
Extremely pale hands glazed over his face. They paused to wipe up some of the fresh blood around his neck, showing the pure look of enjoyed that came over him as he slowly licked the blood from his fingers. It felt sweet, warm in his mouth.
"Muraki..." Hisoka managed to weakly spit out. "You... bastard." His voice held no strength behind it. The blood loss was starting to slowly disorient him and keeping a serious conversation at the moment seemed like a more daunting task then he was willing to undertake.
Muraki's other hand held a small, freshly sharped blade to Hisoka's face. "Do you know why I brought you here?" The knife grazed Hisoka's face. He winced as the cut ran across his cheek down to his chin. Muraki encouraged his question again. "Do you know why I brought you here?"
Hisoka shook his head. Smooth hands ran themselves over his long orange shirt, feeling each thread that crossed his body. "You can blame this on me if you want, I won't mind." The voice make Hisoka shiver. He could sense the false kindness like a candle in the dark. Hisoka could faintly see Muraki's outline walking around him from the corners of his eyes.
Muraki right eye glowed a bright silver in the darkness. He couldn't explain how he felt, but if someone could actually see the soul through the eyes then his was something best left in stories to scared children from wandering around in dark, dangerous places.
"But don't worry, Hisoka. I'll let you go if Tsuzuki promises to be mine forever." At this point, if it was possible for Muraki's silver eye to get any wider, it did. Obsession filled his face, obsession and something else... the sharp knife was all he needed to know what that missing feeling was. The blade was sharper then he first imagined. The point dug deep into the soft spot below his collar bone.
Cold lips kissed his face and he slowly, painfully dragged the knife down his chest ripping the clothing and skin, but leaving the hair-thin rope. He wondered if Tsuzuki could hear him screaming now. Maybe he was coming for him. Maybe. If Muraki didn't get to him first.