[[Hello again! This story is one of my older ones that I've yet to publish anywhere. I found it while going through my old emails and decided to polish it up a little and then post it. Part of the polishing process actually involved tacking another unfinished fic to it, which is now the entirety of chapter one. I just really liked Muraki's creepiness in the unfinished fic and didn't want to see that go to waste. I also found another very long unfinished story that's rather similar to chapter two. Part of me wanted to tack it onto the end of this story, but I liked the end to this fic. Plus, I couldn't remember where I was going with that other story, so there was no way for me to really finish it. I may post that other story as a separate thing or I might not. Idk.

Anyway, this story will have two chapters. This first chapter isn't bad at all, but the second chapter has the following warnings: torture, gore, non-con, skull fucking.]]

Oh how easy that boy was to manipulate. All it took was a gentle prod to his subconscious and he was nothing more than putty. Muraki smirked as he watched Hisoka, entering his mind to join him on his depressed trip down memory lane.

Muraki loved how the boy thought he had free will. Tsuzuki, too, even though he was harder to direct. The two of them both lived in their little imaginary world where they were in control, where they were the ones with the power and the strength. He loved nurturing their little bubble, weaving a fake world for them and then taking it all away in the blink of an eye. It was a game to him. The ends didn't interest him as much as having a chance to play with them like two little marionettes. Now, though, he had a new game planned.

The demon in white watched as his prey went into the church where Hisoka had "saved" Tsuzuki. Little did the boy know that Muraki had let Tsuzuki be saved. Muraki would never have let any harm befall that beloved, perfect body. He had made it easy for the boy, putting all his pieces into place and then letting him think that he was the great savior, more powerful than that spell.

It had been a feeble spell that Muraki had purposefully put holes into. The gun had been overkill. A well aimed sneeze could have shattered those crystals. Muraki could tell that this was what was on Hisoka's mind. Well, that, and the usual guilt-ridden contemplations about his job.

Muraki watched the boy as he took a seat at the pews and started to cry. That poor little poppet... There was nothing that could prepare him for what would happen next.

"Muraki... Why do you still exist in my thoughts? Why can't I forget you...?" Came Hisoka's sobs.

Muraki saw his opening and approached Hisoka from behind as silently as if he had simply materialized from shadow. "Because I won't let you," he answered simply as he grabbed the boy's slender shoulder.

Hisoka froze at the contact, and Muraki could feel his muscles contract under his skin. He smiled in satisfaction, the same type that a cat displays when it's full yet has a mouse caught under its paw. Muraki was well aware of the boy's empathic powers and couldn't help but wonder how many of the things he was currently feeling were being received.

Hisoka tore himself from his terror and shoved away Muraki's hand. "No!" He cried as he sprinted toward the doors to the church.

Muraki's face twisted into a cruel grin at the boy's reaction. He couldn't help it. The way he struggled and fought against his fate was just so adorable. Endearing, almost. He could see Tsuzuki's interest.

"It's useless," Muraki said coldly as he slowly strode after the boy with slow, purposeful steps, "You pretend that you can act of your own free will, but you are ignorant of the leash I've tied around your neck. You may only go so far as I am willing to let you." His grin widened. "Lucky for you, I'm willing to play chase. I can take you at any time. Might as well have a little fun first." He chuckled. "Not like Mr. Tsuzuki can save you. Not this time, at least..." He raised one hand and the church doors sealed shut with a thunderous bang, locked. Hisoka threw himself against them and pounded against the wood with his fists.

Muraki chuckled, his steps still as slow and purposeful as before. "Come heeeeere, poppet," He purred mockingly. He wouldn't use his control over the boy. Or, at least, not obviously. Making the boy walk over to him and bend his knee was much too easy. It was more interesting to subtly manipulate tiny things inside the boy's head, breaking him down slowly until he was helpless and shattered.

Hisoka kept glancing back at him as he strode closer and closer. His chest heaved as he threw himself again and again at the locked doors like a fly buzzing against a window. Again and again, he pounded against the wood in wild desperation. "Help! Tsuzuki! Help me!" He called out at the top of his voice, but no one came for him. Tears flowed from his eyes as he slammed his fists against the thick oak.

He glanced behind him and saw that Muraki was almost on top of him. Pressing his back to the door, he began to shake. "Get away from me...! You're lying!" Hisoka protested.

Muraki smirked and reached out and grabbed Hisoka's wrist.