Title: If You See a Shooting Star
Chapter 2: The Day I Fell From the Sky
Beta: n/a

Author: Harper Hisoka
Warning: Shonen Ai/Yaoi, rape, dark themes of all kinds, I don't own the series.

Series: Yami no Matsui
Pairing: Tsuzuki x Hisoka, Muraki + Hisoka

Summary: Hisoka still doesn't trust Tsuzuki, but when Muraki kidnaps him it seems that his partner is now his only salvation. A cursed tattoo, the red moon, and the magic rope made of witch hair that holds Hisoka's life in the balance.

If Muraki had a sense of humor, it was probably one of the most sadistic and twisted one in existence. Then again, Muraki had never been quite 'with it' to begin with so any stunt he pulls, it usually wasn't a surprise. Evil and demented yeah, that was Muraki's up and down but it would never be considered 'surprising'. A long time ago, that guy once placed a curse upon Hisoka, causing him to eventually grow weaker and in any event, become a shinigami. The one thing that Hisoka still carried with him, were the mystical body tattoo which could only be considered a sign of branding. Though it only came out during times of extreme emotions or distress, the fact still remained that it wasn't going away any time soon.

It was also fact that Muraki had a bigger interest in Tsuzuki then his partner, everyone knew, however that it didn't mean much between the two of them. Up until a couple months ago, Muraki seemed to be concentrating his attacks on Tsuzuki so this sudden change in interest threw everyone off. Hisoka had seen this coming and in all reality, he wasn't sure why he just let it happen. He knew he had to be on guard, for the red moon that came about every year was his day; the day he first died inside. The first day he had been captured, and more than likely drugged up on something, only the regret remained that he actually was able to forget what that mad moon meant.

In that one bedroom, the main bedroom upon the upper most floors, Hisoka found himself drowned in clouded memories and thoughts just to keep going. He wanted to die; to end it all if that would mean the pain would go away. Muraki, however sadistic, kept reminding him of the dreary fact that yeah, he wasn't going to die. Over and over again, tender words that didn't befit the silver haired man rushed into Hisoka's ears. They were horrible words. They sounded disgusting, because of the man who spoke them was just as disgusting. Hisoka let out his passionate moan in ecstasy. Loud, passionate and somewhat sad at the same time, he couldn't do a thing about it except cry.

If he thought about Tsuzuki, and pretended that it was him instead of Muraki behind him, for a coping ability, it worked wonders. "I… I can't-"Muraki laughed at Hisoka's pitiful cry, only to respond in kind. "When I'm through, Hisoka, not only will you never be able to forget me," he thrust into the boy even harder as he spoke his words. "But I will make sure that Tsuzuki will come and rescue you tonight."

Outside the window, a pure blue sky shone through dirt stained windows. His voice was letting out moans and panting that he couldn't control. This pleasure, he had no choice but to feel it and come with the movements. For the rest of the day, no words were spoken between the two but Hisoka couldn't forget those last, chilling words that ran circles up and down his spine. However bad Muraki's puns might have been, they weren't funny. That single set of words sent fear, regret and pain to bright green eyes. Muraki's cold, sadistic words from earlier: "I'll milk you dry, Hisoka. When Tsuzuki finds you, dry, disgusting and dirty – think of me. When your relation suffers because he found you spent and physically branded, return to me. I will always love you. This brand will always prove it."

Every so often, Hisoka would find himself crying again, only to realize that his tears were slowly drying up. He couldn't see the brand now, but Muraki placed a strange symbol, marked by a red hot iron needle, on the tip of his penis. A new body tattoo which only appeared during heightened stages of passion or any type of extreme physical exercise. In the end, when nightfall came around, Muraki finally left Hisoka to bleed, live or die, upon the same bed he was raped in. The sheets were messy and fully of sweat, the smell in the room made him want to throw up. He would do anything right now to prevent Tsuzuki from seeing him in this state.

Anything in the world, a weakness like this might change his entire relationship with his partner. Even if his mind kept telling him, "Tsuzuki will understand, because you trust him. He's not a bad guy." He couldn't force himself even belief half of that statement at the moment. The world around him seemed hazy, but the strange part about all this, was that he could feel Muraki leaving the building on the bottom floor. For once in his life, he actually felt what Muraki was feeling at the time. Until the man left the area completely, Hisoka couldn't stop from throwing up. The man was insane; he couldn't begin to describe what he felt going on in that mind.

While he was throwing up, not only could he feel what Muraki was feeling, his mind acted like it was the one with those same emotions. For a couple of minutes, Hisoka and Muraki had been connected to the same wavelength. His tattoos were glowing sporadically over his body, if he ever had a 'lowest point' in life, he couldn't imagine it being worse than this. His body was exhausted from the drugs aftereffects and the 'strenuous activity' which, in any case, left him unable to walk (or move) for that matter.

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"Take me… away from this place." Those were the words that greeted Tsuzuki as he entered the room. Instinctively, his mind told him to remain calm no matter how he wanted to react at the grizzly sight. For a while, only their eyes were locked; they were reading each other without the use of language. Tsuzuki knew Hisoka all too well to act stupid or childish now. The boy never liked pity, and for him this was the ultimate humiliation. He didn't know exactly how much he would be able to help but right now, what his own worries or second guessing – none of that mattered. Tsuzuki slipped his long black trench coat off, in one swift motion wrapping up his beloved to holding Hisoka's cold, battered boy in his arms.

Anger wanted to obscure his judgment; Tsuzuki wanted more than anything to release this anger building inside him. His eyes couldn't break away from the cursed markings on his body. Even the branding didn't escape his notice, but that issue would have to be solved at a later date in time. It wasn't until a small, gentle hand had touched his face that Tsuzuki was able to break out of his daydream. That gentle hand effortlessly drew Tsuzuki's face towards pain, but worried eyes. In that instance alone, his mind was able to draw a blank slate and focus on the things that mattered.

Hisoka let a smile show on his lips, because right now he would let all his preconceived notions and judgmental attitude, for now, beside him. They both felt it, that smile told Tsuzuki what he needed to know; things would be all right, because they were together. Just for now, would they pretend that everything would be all right. Tsuzuki used one of the spare rooms on a lower floor for the night. One warm towel bath and a glass of water later were they able to settle down. The tears that ran down Hisoka's face pained his heart, even more so because he had to be the one to clean the thick mess Muraki lovingly left between Hisoka's legs.

Strong, embracing arms wrapped tightly around Hisoka's body. Although he couldn't stop his tears from showing, the older man never said a word about it. Gently petting his hair and kissing the area near his neck were all the 'words' of comfort he really needed. As his head rested firmly against Tsuzuki's chest, the sound of the rhythmic heart beat, the constant breaths that moved through that body was unbearable. It turned his body hot, and this time it wasn't because of some drug. Hisoka didn't need so say anything; Tsuzuki was reading his mind perfectly. Gentle kisses followed by the soft words, "I love you," let Hisoka relax enough to at least try and sleep during the night.

He inadvertently let out a yelp in surprise as Tsuzuki's hand rubbed that hot, wanting area between his legs. Masterful hands made him moan, "I'll make you forget about Muraki tonight." Tsuzuki said defiantly. He moved down to start licking the already wet cock. He made sure to kiss the branded area, sucking it, letting Hisoka know it would be okay. Tsuzuki really didn't expect to do it this soon with his partner, but the boiled up anger that stemmed from Muraki waned into excited passion. He couldn't help it now, he couldn't stop this. "I will make you forget."

"I… love you," Hisoka replied softly. "Only you."