"Wake up, come on, wake up now. Take a look at the wonderful preparations that I have made to welcome Tsuzuki."
Struggling to open his eyes, he slowly managed to lift one heavy eyelid. The sight that greeted him made him sputter in surprise. "Wha-a-a-at?"
The room – it was as huge as the library at the department of Hades – was drenched in white opulence. White curtains hung from the walls, and lush white rugs covered the whole of the floor. Right in the middle of the room stood a giant bed, raised on a pedestal, and covered with satin sheets. Scattered upon those sheets were deep red rose petals – petals from Muraki's signature Red Queen roses. Lighting up the place was a large chandelier, encrusted with glinting diamonds, which swayed slightly from the cool breeze blowing in from the open doors that led to a balcony outside.
Cupping the boy's jaw in a cold hand, Muraki smirked into Hisoka's face. "And you shall be our guest of honor. You shall watch me and Tsuzuki together, watch him succumb to me, and you will not be able to do anything at all."
In response Hisoka struggled against the bonds that held him against the pillar in the room, but that only made them cut into his skin, drawing blood.
"It's no use." Muraki said without turning back, having walked to the table at the corner of the room. Pouring himself a glass of wine and settling himself comfortably on the sofa near the windows, he continued.
"The bonds are designed specially for you. It taps on your weakness and when you struggle, it grows stronger. So for as long as you do not get over that weakness of yours, you will never be freed. And now we await his arrival."
"You can wait all you want, he will not come. I'm only one of his many partners. We do not get along well anyway; in fact, he probably has another partner by now and completely forgotten about me. Your plan will not work," Hisoka said breathlessly, panting from the exertion, although he was regaining some of his strength.
"You are very sure about that, aren't you?" Muraki replied, his lips twitching ever so slightly. Glancing over to the balcony doors, his expression turned smug.
"Then who do we have right there?"
Whipping his head around to face the direction Muraki was looking, he gasped aloud as he saw Tsuzuki standing in the middle of the doors, his long black coat billowing around him.
"No. Tsuzuki, it's a trap!"
Hearing his voice, Tsuzuki started swiftly towards him.
"Hisoka are you o-"
He broke off the question in horror. Before he had taken three steps into the room, he found himself face-to-face with Muraki. Silver eyes gleaming with lust, Muraki leaned closer still, leaving hardly a hair's breadth in between them.
"I was expecting you," the doctor breathed sensually, placing his arms around Tsuzuki's waist and anchoring him in place. "Now, since we are all here, we can start the party."
"Party, what party? And why is Hisoka bound up that way? Let him go immediately," Tsuzuki demanded.
"Let the guest of honor go? I do not think so. In fact, he is here to watch us together." Muraki leered at him.
"No, let him go. It is me that you want. Leave him out of this."
"Such love for one another, it almost makes me weep. But no, he stays." Without Hisoka, there would be no controlling Tsuzuki.
"Let him go." Putting his hands up to Muraki's chest, Tsuzuki tried pushing against the doctor's bulk, but it was like pushing against a brick wall. Muraki was immovable.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Take a look; take a good look at what is above your partner's head." Muraki purred with a satisfied smile. It was all working out exactly as he had planned.
Tsuzuki did, and let out a gasp as his eyes caught the flicker of light being reflected from the single silver thread that held the object. At the same time, Hisoka strained to look up, to see what had rendered his partner speechless and frozen him there.