Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot. I'm lucky to own that.
Yoru: This is actually a dream I had.
Kuronue: It was kind of creepy.
Yoru: But cute and fluffy at the end…the beginning and middle are kind of brutal.
Kuronue: If you don't like torture or shounen-ai, this fic is not for you.
Tsuzuki woke slowly. The ceiling he found himself staring at was not familiar. He winced as he sat up. That person had hit him hard in the ribs, but they were healing quickly. He looked around, to see only a bunk bed, stone walls, and a thick metal door. He didn't have to try it to know it was locked.
He and Hisoka had been kidnapped a few hours ago. He had no idea where his partner had been taken. A bunk bed indicated that this cell was meant for two. Where was his cellmate? There was a powerful ward on the cell; he couldn't summon Shikigami or any of his powers. He sighed as he climbed onto the top bunk. Nothing to do but wait and dream about candy or something...
Hisoka opened his eyes and immediately shot up. He looked wildly about his cell, searching desperately for Tsuzuki. His eyes alighted on a shadowy figure on the top bunk.
"Awake then, Kurosaki?" the figure asked. Hisoka blinked.
"Tatsumi-san?" he asked. Tatsumi jumped down.
"I'm sorry they got you too. Watari and I were arguing about what we pay him for and these men burst in. We didn't even have time to do any spells." Tatsumi sighed as he leaned against the wall. Hisoka looked him over. His hair was mussed, his glasses gone, and his clothes were shredded. Hisoka gulped.
"Uh…ah…yeah. That's pretty much what happened to Tsuzuki and me. Yeah," he stammered, blushing furiously. He hated his hormones so much right now. He sat down hard. Tatsumi arched a delicate eyebrow.
"Are you all right, Kurosaki?" he asked, kneeling in front of Hisoka. Tatsumi placed a cool hand on the boy's forehead, looking deeply into the emerald eyes.
"No fever. What's wrong?" Tatsumi's eyes widened as Hisoka, as if in a dream, leaned up and kissed him. The boy blinked and looked mortified.
"Oh God…Tatsumi-san…gomen…I…" Hisoka scrambled out from under Tatsumi's arm and curled up in the corner. Tatsumi reached up and touched his lips. He hadn't been kissed in a long time. He had been so busy putting up barriers against Tsuzuki.
"Kurosaki…"
"Please forgive me. This isn't the time." Hisoka stood and went to the door. He felt it and pulled at it, knowing it wouldn't give. He just wanted to keep his eyes away from Tatsumi's. He felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Kurosaki, I assure you I have checked the door. Talk to me. Do you love me?" The question was blunt, but the soft tone used to ask it calmed Hisoka down.
"Y-yes. I have for a long time. But now…" He was cut off by Tatsumi's finger on his mouth.
"Now is as good of a time as any, Kuro…Hisoka."
Tsuzuki was about to fall asleep when the door to his cell opened. He had time to get down and run for it when someone was thrown on top of him. He heard the door slam shut and lock. He pushed the heavy body off. Looking down, he recognized the Shinigami unconscious on the floor.
"Terazuma!" His day couldn't get any worse. His worst enemy sharing a cell with him? Oh well, now he knew how they would escape. He and Terazuma would open their mouths once and that would be the end of the room.
"Unnh…" Terazuma moaned from his prone position. Tsuzuki sighed. Terazuma's brown eyes slid open slowly.
"Where am I?" he asked nobody in particular.
"In a cell. With me," Tsuzuki answered him. Terazuma turned his head and looked at him. His eyes were so out of focus…Tsuzuki started to worry.
"Who…Tsuzuki?" Terazuma struggled to get up, but fell back. Tsuzuki knelt next to him.
"Terazuma, what'd they do to you?" he asked, feeling Terazuma's forehead. Terazuma groaned.
"I dunno…I'm so sluggish…"
"He's been given a drug that will stop him from transforming," came a voice from the door. A woman stood there, her blonde hair pulled tightly into a bun and her gray eyes glaring. Four men flanked her. Tsuzuki stood.
"Who are you? Are you the one who has captured us?" he growled. The woman smirked.
"My name is not important. What's important is that you know your friends are safe. Hisoka Kurosaki and Seichiiro Tatsumi are in a cell together. Yutaka Watari is working on a little…project for us. Not voluntarily, of course," she added at the look on Tsuzuki's face, "He's just come in handy. You and Hajime Terazuma will be spending this time together, though I will be running experiments on Terazuma. For now, good day." She left without another word. Tsuzuki looked down at Terazuma, who had passed out again.
Experiments?
Watari heard the door to his prison open and forced himself to keep his eyes on his work.
"Mind you don't mess up, Watari, or your friends will pay the price." The hateful woman leaned over his shoulder.
"I need space, Miss Ukyou," he growled. Ukyou only laughed softly and moved away. Watari continued his work, trying to ignore Ukyou's pacing behind him.
"Such a lovely laboratory they gave you to work in, Watari," she murmured.
"Judging by the fact that I'm chained to my chair, I can't use most of it," he snapped. He grunted as Ukyou's fist slammed into his back.
"We can't have you wandering about, pretty-boy," she snarled. Watari stood, chains clanking.
"Miss Ukyou, if you want me to finish this, I ask that you leave." He flinched as she touched his face.
"If you insist. Get back to work." She tilted his chin down to meet her eyes, "Everything about you is the exact opposite of my dear Muraki. Gold where he was silver. Straightforward where he was subtle. My dear Watari, I do believe that when this is finished, I may fall in love with you…" She growled as Watari snapped his head away.
"Miss Ukyou, I am a happily gay man. Fall in love with me if you wish, but I will never love you. You have taken all of us from what made us ourselves. Please leave now." He turned and sat back down. Ukyou trembled in rage.
"If that is what you have to say, then my experiments on Terazuma will start…immediately."