Sacrifices

Disclaimer: I do not own Tsuzuki or Touda or anyone else from Yami No

Matsuei, however hard I may wish it or how much I dream it.

Chapter One: Cold Hearted

"You know where Kurikara is! Tell me, Touda," Hisoka demanded. Touda

sighed, getting up from his spot on the wall and walking along the top of it,

ten feet from the ground, with perfect balance. He didn't even look up at the

shinigami.

"You are too young… and too weak to face Kurikara, boy. You wouldn't

last more than a minute," he replied emotionlessly.

"I can fight him!" he insisted, blushing in mad frustration. "And I'm not a

child anymore. I only-" The serpent god stepped off the wall, landing inches in

front of him. Hisoka's eyes widened in surprise, but he dared not to take step

back.

"If you can beat me, you might just barely be able to beat Kurikara." He

leaned forward, glaring Hisoka in the face through his visor. "And you can't

beat me…" He turned and started to walk away. If he hadn't given him a little

scare, the boy would've been after him all day. He felt a lithe hand clutch the

back of his shirt tightly.

"Fight me, Touda," he commanded.

"No. I do not take pride in sparring with weaklings. Especially children."

But Hisoka refused to let go

"Fight me," he hissed.

"No," he answered, not yet raising his voice. "Let go of me. Tsuzuki

would be upset… if I killed you."

"You wont. I can do it! I want to be stronger," he pleaded, falling to his

knees. "Please, fight me!" He let go of the snake, but then he let go when the

air around the shiki became a stifling temperature. It had almost burned his

hand. Touda began to walk once more but Hisoka grabbed his arm

persistently.

"You don't know the first thing about power." The air around them

shuddered and there was a wave of super-heated pressure that exploded

around the snake, throwing Hisoka back a couple of yards. His turned, walking

over to the boy lying on the ground, covered in minor burns, his clothes

slightly singed. He knelt down over him. "You wouldn't even last a moment

with me." Touda lifted him up carefully, receiving a few curses. Hisoka glared

up at him.

"What are you doing?" Hisoka snapped.

"I'm taking you to Rikugo, so he can take care of those…" He carried him

toward the said astronomer's place.

"They'll heal. I'm a-"

"But not for a while. And Tsuzuki would kill me if he finds out." A

moment of silence reached them as he walked.

"Touda? Will you not tell Tsuzuki? What I was asking you?" he pleaded

softly. Touda was silent.

"'Soka, Touda; what happened?!" Touda looked up, sighing. He was

fallowed by Byakko.

"He was being annoying…"

"So you did this?" his brunette master cried, staring in disbelief. Touda

nodded truthfully. Hisoka was silent, pursing his lips. He didn't want to tell

Tsuzuki he had been after information about Kurikara, the sword smith

dragon locked away in another dimension of confinement, because he was

perfectly aware of the sort of lecture he'd receive. "Well, let's take him to

Rikugo's for now, until he heals…"

"Touda, what were you doing?" Touda lowered his head. He didn't want

to tell Tsuzuki, not because the boy had asked him not to, but because he

knew it would worry him further. He had given Hisoka a taste, now surely he

wasn't foolish enough to go after Kurikara. "Touda?" The man clad in black

met his master's eyes loyally.

"He was fallowing me, trying to make me fight him. I told him I wouldn't,

but he was stubborn, so I just gave him a taste to put him back in line…"

Tsuzuki watched him sadly, sorrow turning to anger. He slapped him. Hard.

Touda didn't look him in the eyes again.

"Sometimes you're such a jerk. You're so cold…"