Disclaimer: Yami no Matsuei belongs to Yoko Matsushita but those sick ideas are mine.

You have been mine before. How long ago I may not know.

It's true that a broken doll is useless to me. I don't need it when it doesn't bring me fun. But the truth is, that I don't like it the best when it's not spoiled. The moment I love the most is when it breaks, when it totally breaks and its heart crumbles so it can't restore it anymore.

There is despair in its deep eyes, true pain, so great that nothing can heal it or compare to it. Its soul dies but its body remains and the doll is forced to this so-called existence. It's just living.

I think that moment has come. The moment in which I will make the most beautiful of my marionettes sing the melody of despair for me.

NOROWARETA TSUKI

Hisoka didn't scream when he woke up. Those nightmares weren't something you can get used to, because in their monstrosity they terrify you each single time. This time, the vision was just too horrible to scream. It may look normal to someone else, but to him it was one of the worst.

He wasn't dreaming about the past. This nightmare was about the future.

He saw himself in dark room, shut from the light, gasping and unable to yell. Muraki's body was moving above his own and it was easy to imagine what he was doing. He felt only some parts of his emotions, like if the whole scene was only presented to him, from behind the transparent but thick wall. But then he realized the most terrible fact. He was whispering "Muraki-sama" and... when vision cleared a bit he noticed himself, holding his hand out to stroke the man's cheek as they started to kiss.

He did it at his own will.

The boy got out of the bed, looked through the window and tried to cheer up. This was only a dream. Geez. It would be easier if he was a normal person, but he had learnt a long time ago, that his dreams always meant something.

"SURPRISE!"

Hisoka nearly fell out of the window, as Tsuzuki jumped at him. He yelled and they staggered on the floor. He shouted "Watch out, idiot" and managed to get up, but he slipped and while he was falling again he pulled Tsuzuki's neck with him, forcing him to land not on the floor but on the boy's face. The distance was too small.

Then they heard a click and soon they realized that not only one person had a great idea of making sudden visit.

"SURPRISE! I thought I would come as I saw..." said Watari cheerily but the view made him shut up.

"I guess I had a bad timing. If you'll excuse..." he muttered, turning back, blushing.

"No, wait. It's not like that! That baka just had the same idea as you. But instead of just yelling his happy mind, he jumped on me. And you can see the result," said Hisoka quickly, finally getting onto his feet. Tsuzuki nodded with a nasty smile which totally denied the boy's words and Watari just sweatdropped.

"Well, did you bring us some paperwork or orders from the chief?" asked Hisoka and trampled on Tsuzuki's feet, seeing his double-meaning smirk. "And you, don't make people get the wrong ideas."

"Why? Can't I visit you without a reason? How me-an." The blonde was offended.

"Of course you can. I didn't mean it."

"Watari, don't you want some sweets as an apology?" Asato turned into his inu-form.

Watari looked sceptically into big sparkling eyes, sighed and patted his head.

"If you want sweets, you should just tell us."

"My, as if he could really fool anyone on this matter," mumbled Hisoka.

Kurosaki pretended to look not tired and tried to ignore the wave of people with their loud thoughts. Shields weren't cracking yet but he was as far as possible from feeling comfortable. Nevertheless, he didn't want to spoil his friends' good moods.

"Oh, let's go there! Please, please, please!" begged Tsuzuki pointing at small door with pink, glowing shop-sign "CANDIES". They saw a family with bags full of sweets getting out of there.

"Can you really eat more?" moaned Watari.

"He's never fed up."

They entered and soon Tsuzuki began to squeak and buy everything in sight (as long as his tightened budget allowed so). A young girl, around eighteen, watched them with a smile. She seemed very sympathetic and there were many emotions overflowing her; happiness, joy and love. Love... somehow Hisoka felt that her emotion of love is different from... normal? He didn't have much time do consider it, because Tsuzuki was finally done and they got out, waving to the girl.

"It's good that kids help parents with work," said Watari.

Asato nearly choked on a cookie and stared at him. "Gods, you said that in the manner of an eight-year-old."

"Look who's speaking. Grandpa told me that I sound old!"

Hisoka rolled his eyes.

I need help.

The boy halted and looked around. Then he realized that someone was speaking to him telephatically.

Help me. Now, because it will be too late, oh, hel-

"Be quiet you two," he hissed. They stopped arguing. Hisoka tried to feel that message's author but his presence wasn't clear.

Oh I see it, always feel it--

"The shop!" he yelled and rushed into the candy shop which they left few minutes ago. There was someone there and he was calling help.

"Can I help you? Oh, it's you? Still hungry?" asked the girl with a wide grin.

Kurosaki, confused, looked around. The area was too small for anyone to hide, and there weren't any stairs or doors too. The girl's thoughts were calm, hilarious and she surely couldn't be the troubled person who screamed for rescue.

"Oh. I thought I forgot something but I must have left it somewhere else. Sorry for the fuss."

He sighed and faked a slightly worried expression.

"No problem. Was it something important?"

"Not really. Bye." He pulled Tsuzuki's and Watari's arms and almost kicked them out quickly.

"What was that little game?" asked Watari curiously. "You rushed like mad and then lied about forgetting something."

"I was trying to find the person who had asked me for help," he explained simply.

"Aaa..?"

"Some voice screamed to me telepathically and it begged to save him. Or her, I'm not sure. That someone's presence was near the candy shop."

"Was it that girl?"

"No. The aura of that person and her aura were completely different. It's impossible."

Hisoka shrugged.

"We have another problem to resolve. But I guess it's nothing serious. It happened before, right?"

"Eee... not really," he replied uneasily.

Asato gave Watari a meaningful look.

No dreams at all? Well, no news is good news, thought Hisoka, relieved. This night no images of Muraki interrupted his sleep. Peaceful night. Pleasure.

He felt happy, without a reason and it made him even happier. He wanted to see Tsuzuki's face, at once.

Hey, hey, what kind of thought was that?

Broken, ah, break me...

Again? This time, the voice was clearer. It was feminine one, sweet but unknown. He was sure it was the same as that from before but now it sounded different. No despair, just begging and desire for runaway and help. Now it was full of euphory, joy and... lust?

Can you hear me, Hisoka? I'm the one, I'm the one...

She knew his name. She almost sang that word, enjoying its sound. It was somehow frightening, that joy mixed with unhealthy desire.

"Who are you?" he tried to ask but the voice went silent as it didn't want to contact directly. Hisoka didn't like that at all.

"What are you thinking about?" suddenly asked his partner. The boy almost jumped.

"I-I didn't see you coming in," he stammered.

"You seem startled. Nah, tell me what's wrong." Tsuzuki reached for Hisoka's hand and caressed it gently. Kurosaki blushed slightly.

"It's just... that voice keeps 'sending' various odd messages to me. It annoys me, because I'm not sure whose voice it is. I only know that hint is somewhere around the candy shop."

Tsuzuki watched him with worried look.

"Oh, don't let it bother you. It's nothing serious-"

"Of course it is. We're going to that place at once."

"But, but-"

"Hell-!" Tsuzuki stopped with 'hello' on his lips. Hisoka hushed him as they heard conversation in rather raised voices.

"I hate you, I hate you!"

"Rika, stop it, you know I want what's good for you."

"Yes, yes, you keep repeating it all the time! But I can't, I just can't go there! It's a big house for madmen I know it!"

"It's a very good psychical health service center with qualified medics who will help you!"

The girl called Rika started to yell frantically and hit with fists probably on the counter.

"I don't need help!"

Need help...

"Rika, you need help."

Need help...

"Ladies, I think a quite good resolution comes to my mind."

"I don't think we need your advice," said the first girl harshly.

"Yeah, Muraki-san will always stay by my side, right? You won't let her send me there!"

Hisoka felt a stone in his throat.

'Muraki-san?'

TBC.

I hope you've liked that I think that the first chapter isn't that good but the real fun will soon begin. A lot of sick, crazy fun, mwahahaha!