Cristall clear
Disclaimer: Ynm isn't mine, it's all Matsushita-seinsei, really.
Cristall clear
He could trace every scar in his mind,
knowing exactly where it came from, which credentials had worked it into his skin.
He could still feel the piercing metal of His blade.
He didn't know what it was all about.
Three years ago, when He had taken his memories, he couldn't possibly have remembered the events then their union
But now that He had given him back, what rightly was his,
he knew it all
so clearly etched into his mind
that whenever he closed his eyes he could see it again, like a movie, playing before his very eyes.
He regarded himself, crying out for Him, screaming for more, begging to be taken. An outsider to this forbidden lustful act.
The raw flesh wanton, cruel steel sliding slowly enticingly over his body, marking him as doll to His passion.
Somedays he finds himself, iddle hands lightly moving over the claim on his body forever to be filled by Him going through each and every motion of the incident
of their raw love-making.
Whenever he notices he shies away away from himself, to Him
The others were always searching for a way to save him, but this curse this token of love can't be broken without it's reverse.
None of them know that the key is right there before their pitying eyes.
And Hisoka doesn't tell.
like a puppet he just sits and waits
for his Master
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