Authors Note: Oh my Gosh! I'm so excited! I've wanted to write a Yami no Matsuei fanfic for such a long time, but didn't think my skills were up to it. Also there've been so many nicely done pieces already I wasn't sure whether I could add any more worthy ideas. But last night this story began playing out in my head (yay 4:00a.m. inspiration!), so here it is. Please review, comments make production faster ^^

Rating is M just to stay on the safe side.

I also do not own Yami no Matsuei or any of it's characters.


"Tsuzuki…"

The dark haired man sluggishly shook his head, the word 'no' slipping from his mouth to skitter across the small empty bedroom. In his dream world a figure of silver darkness stood before him; a man with the devils beauty, graced by a siren's call. He stood before Tsuzuki as the knife was raised, then plunged deep within his abdomen. Crimson flowers exploded over white cotton to fall like rain upon the metal floor.

"I'm sorry!" Tsuzuki gasps in horror recoiling backwards from the leaking wound.

"I didn't mean, I mean-you-how, WHY?" He cries towards the man falling upon his knees.

"Why did you have to hurt so many people? Why did it have to come to this?" The silver man's face is hidden in shadows as delicate hands gently touch the knife within him.

"Tsuzuki..." A dark voice issues from the shadowed face, it is soft, almost motherly as it chides. "I believe you've forgotten something..." A white hand caresses the knife's bone handle.

"No..." Tsuzuki shakes his head again, revulsion growing as his eyes remain fixed upon the offending blade.

"No I don't want it. I never wanted it." Shaking arms rise to cover his petrified face, trying to hide from the blood, but he can already feel it sinking into his shoes. A dry chuckle mocks his efforts.

"Come now, Mr. Tsuzuki. You cannot deny what is rightfully yours...you and I, never had a choice." The voice slithers into Tsuzuki's ear and he shivers even as his hand move's unwillingly towards the handle.

"Please," He begs in a broken whisper, "I do n-not want th-this, please...I'm so sorry." Tears fall from his face as; half crouching he stretches, and gasps when his fingers slip over the bloody blade.

"You cannot deny..." The silver man mummers, as his hand catches Tsuzuki's own and trails it along the shaft. Tsuzuki knows he should, his mind is screaming to run, but like a bird caught within a python's gaze, the voice holds him, the contrast of warm blood and cold flesh transfixes him. Caught in this state of sick fascination he can only watch as his hand is lead past the handle to the torn flesh beneath.

"You have punctured my transverse abdominus, but even missing all internal organs, I may not live through the blood loss." Tsuzuki cringes as his fingers enter the wound, following the knife blade till he can feel the slippery churning of large intestine.

"Sloppy." The man hisses, drawing Tsuzuki's fingers out and then up, along his chest.

"Why?" Tsuzuki cries as unable to stop the tears as he is to pull away.

"What do you want from me? Muraki?" Like a spell the shadows disperses before the name leaving a face with eyes a vast complexity of emotion. Tsuzuki shakes as silver irises stared intently into him. Hate, anger, amusement, disappointment, love, lust, confusion, surprise, loss, grief, the list went on and on barraging his mind with sensory input. Under such assault Tsuzuki was hardly even aware as Muraki began to suck upon his bloody fingers, or when the man moved forward to place a gentle crimson kiss below his ear.

"Beloved..." He murmured, before Tsuzuki awoke with cold shivers of dread trickling down his spine.