Disclaimer: Yami no Matsuei belongs to Yoko Matsushita-sensei and her associates. Not mine. And I also rather admire Muraki from far away, and leave him under the care of Yoko-sensei.
Muraki Kazutaka hadn't had a normal childhood. He wasn't raised in a way of normal family do to raise their children. His family and his entire childhood are too bizarre; too distorted to be comprehended by ordinary means. It was his upbringing that makes him incapable showing his emotions and feeling just like normal people does.
It wasn't a coincidence meeting on that night when Hisoka witnessed him. It was a well-staged plan. Plan that based from an instant desire to posses a very beautiful, very fragile living and breathing porcelain doll he accidentally caught a glimpse on.
It wasn't difficult to guess which household the golden haired beauty belongs to. It was difficult to know who the boy really is. Kurosaki Clan has never been an open clan. Their family past had taught members of the clan to hide well. And the family has more reason to hide the boy with his unnatural ability. Hisoka's name suited him well. He was a living secret born in a secretive family.
Which suited him well. As powerful Kurosaki Clan is, they would not come straight to the open should things befall Hisoka. And he is powerful enough – without his family backing to defend himself should the need arise.
So, on that fateful night, under the bloodied full moon, Muraki stood on the secret garden, ready to greet his beautiful doll.
And when he has the boy underneath him, writhing, and screaming in pain; when he taste the boy from his salty tears, sweat and blood, Muraki for the first time experience an unfamiliar strong emotion. He feels love. He wanted more of his golden doll. So he claims the boy in a way he knows. He branded him.
He mourned of the loss when despite his tender care and love his golden porcelain broke to pieces. He had wept for he would never find another one as loveable as his golden doll.
He was rejoiced when one day, his beautiful doll reappear, intact with his mark on him. It was the day he would cherish as he found his love again - in the form of the violet-eyed man with a glass heart who his golden beauty brings to him.
This fic is done in a rush moment (Work! Office!). Un-beta-ed and based on my poor memory of Yamimatsu. My muse kicked me and would not stop until I finish this. T.T my muse wouldn't take my excuse to wait until I arrive home. So I apologize if the story is a little bit jumpy in between paragraph and rushed.
