Fiction: My All
Pairing: Tsuzuki/Hisoka, Muraki/Hisoka
Rated: PG-13 for Muraki's hentai language
AN: I own nothing in Yami no Matsuei, they all belong to Matsushita Yoko sensei. I'm just borrowing the characters and plots for my fanfic, so please don't sue me, I've no money for that. For those not familiar with the later developments of Yami no Matsuei, you can go to Yami no Matsuei translation section.
Please read and review! (Puppy eyes)
Black Angel of Destruction: Hee, glad u like it… (Smile)
Liliath: Heeheehee… Muraki sure will try to torture Hisoka.. unfortunately, this site doesn't allow NC-17, so I can only try the shonen manga style… sigh.. Anyway, I don't think Kurikara will really help Hisoka unless he really qualifies to become his master.
knoko & kioko: Err.. Thanks….
DarkSapphireDragon: Kurikara is sure unreasonable, or else Tsuzuki wouldn't be so badly defeated the last time he tried Kurikara's test. Hope this chap won't disappoint u… :)(smile)
CHAPTER 7: THE BATTLE AGAINST FEAR
"MURAKI WAS THERE WITH HISOKA!" Tsuzuki screamed on top of his lungs.
"That's a big problem. Muraki is still alive and now he must have captured Bon.." Watari shook his head: "Wait, who's the one who sent Bon back to his home for whatever test?"
"He!" Tsuzuki pointed to Kurikara and suddenly dashed up into the sky trying to cut between Kurikara and Kijin's battle: "This is TOO MUCH, Kurikara! How can you leave Hisoka with a bunch of enemies back there? Hisoka will be killed by that man! Send him back NOW!"
Kurikara swung the man away.
Kijin flew to deliver a blow at the Shikigami: "Your opponent is me, leave Tsuzuki alone!" He shouted without much of a turn to Tsuzuki: "Tsuzuki, go look for Kojirou and Kotarou! They are the gatekeepers. Maybe they can get Hisoka back!"
"Don't you dare intervene that kid's test! If anyone interrupts, I'll never be his Shikigami and that kid will hate you forever." Kurikara sneered.
Tsuzuki ran off without looking back at anyone there.
Hold on, Hisoka. I'll save you even if you are going to hate me forever, I will not let you get hurt… especially not by that man! Wait for me… HISOKA!
"Wait, Tsuzuki! I'm coming with you!" Watari cried out and flew after him. Tatsumi adjusted his glasses and ran after the two Shinigami as well.
In the poorly lit room of Kamakura, Muraki carried Hisoka and put him onto the bed.
"Now, now, isn't this a good opportunity for us to chat in privacy?" The doctor smiled gently at the boy.
Hisoka was still in silence shock over the events that happened so fast before him. Only a few moments ago, he was having a walk with Watari and the next moment, Tatsumi and Watari were sucked up into a wormhole that appeared from nowhere.
That wormhole….. it reminded him of Kurikara before he was tossed into something like it…
'Kurikara isn't a Shikigami to be defeated by your hand!' Tsuzuki's voice echoed in Hisoka's mind.
So… Could this be one of those Kurikara's test?…..
"Boy," Muraki gently crawled on top of the boy and tipped the boy's chin with a hand: "Let's have a deal, shall we? You use your curing skill to regenerate my limbs and I'll get you out of this picture. Surely, you wouldn't want to be burnt alive by your scary uncle, right?"
Kurikara's face appeared in Hisoka's mind eye before he tossed Hisoka into an emerging wormhole: "Let's have test your 'strength' shall we?"
Muraki's face neared and caressed Hisoka's soft lips and kissed them: "I wouldn't like to see a lovely boy like you to be destroyed in this brutal manner…"
I always give up.. But, I don't want to be protected! I also want to protect 'someone'… that's why I… I'LL NEVER RUN AWAY ANYMORE!
'Not confused anymore?' Muraki looked in mild surprise as the gleam in Hisoka's eyes changed from that of depression into determination.
"Is that what you came here for, Muraki?" Hisoka glared.
Hisoka suddenly knocked hard against Muraki causing the latter to back slightly. Hisoka took the opportunity to roll off the bed and ran to push the door with his elbow. His hands were still tied tightly behind him.
"You excite me even more, boy. Perhaps, we'll play the cat and mouse game five years ago under the sakura trees and I shall pleasure you in any exotic manner I have think of over the past few months."
Hisoka struggled against the door gap as the silver haired doctor strolled towards him causally, drawing a knife from his trench coat.
"Now, let's see, I shall slowly cut away your clothes first and…" Muraki looked lustily over the boy's perfect body, licked the knife blade and smirked wickedly: "I can promise you all the enjoyment you have missed since our last love-making. I can't wait to feel your beautiful struggle….. And your sweet screams…" Hisoka could see Muraki's eyes gleamed with excitement and anticipation.
Hisoka grinded his teeth and suddenly kicked the door open, running out of the room as fast as his legs could go.
Muraki's smile vanished and then grinned again. Kurosaki Iwao's men had heavily guarded the entire house. Hisoka would not be able to escape from his iron grip. He went to look for the running boy.
Their game shall begin.
And the boy would be his.
Hisoka panted heavily as he turned a corner and ducked behind a wall sharply. Two of Kurosaki Iwao's men passed by, talking uneasily between themselves. Hisoka heard them greeted Muraki. Muraki smoothly lured them away with some words and resumed his slow stroll towards Hisoka's hiding place.
Come out, my dearest doll, I can feel your pretty body so near that I can't wait to take you in my arms. I'll take care of you very very tenderly…
Muraki smiled darkly.
Hisoka's breath became harsher as he felt the man slowly approached his direction. There was no other escape route now. Maybe he should dash out and try his luck knocking the man over to escape. If only he could fight the man. If only his hands were not tied.
Suddenly, there was another noise at the other end of the corridor and Muraki went towards the noise. Hisoka tensed. A hand reached out from the darkness and quickly covered Hisoka's mouth before the boy shrieked in shock.
"Shhh, it's me!" Miya whispered in Hisoka's ear: "I need your help. Master is trapped in the basement. Can you save him?"
'Mi…Miya?' Hisoka thought in surprise.
Kurosaki Iwao was not particularly concerned of Nagare's servants so they were only under loose supervision, but not locked up. That was why Miya was able to sneak near Muraki's room.
"You are a good friend of Tatsumi-san, neh? You must be a good person. Please help me save our Master." Miya begged.
Do I have to save this household? Save the man that I have hated since I was young….. Should I save him?
Hisoka looked at Miya hesitatingly. Miya looked at him hopefully.
"Alright." Hisoka sighed. No matter what, she had saved him from Muraki's attention. He would save that man known as his father and leave the place once everything was settled.
Kurosaki Iwao sat in the master bedroom, chucking happily to himself. Soon, he would be the head of the household. That Nagare would be nothing, but a trash to be removed away. Or maybe, he'll stay in that dark basement for the rest of his life.
Kurosaki Iwao suddenly roared into laughter. Nothing had been going so well before. He had never been so satisfied, so accomplished in all his life.
That Nagare would soon be history. So was his little boy, Hisoka.
Kurosaki clan would be his alone.
Sounds of dripping water interrupted his silence.
"Who is that?" Iwao roared.
Nagare…. Where are you…. I've come to see you… Look at our Hisoka-chan… She is still sleeping so soundly in my arms…. Our Hisoka-chan…..
"Who? Who.. who is that?" Iwao abruptly felt his legs shaking under him. The voice, accompanied by sounds of dripping water was ghastly familiar.
"Is that Kasane? You… you can't… you can't scare me….!" Iwao shuttered nervously, his hands searching around and grabbed the nearest katana he could reach, his eyes probing around for any sign of a figure. Instead, a wet hand grabbed his desperate hands.
Iwao turned his face to see the ghastly pale face of Kurosaki Kasane standing just behind him. A distant lightning flashed to show her death-like face and a greatly decomposed child corpse in her occupied other hand.
"ARGHH!"
Kurosaki Iwao's fearful screams penetrated the silence.
In the dark basement, Kurosaki Nagare sat in despair besides his blank-looking wife-Kurosaki Rui. The woman was subconsciously holding onto the tip of Nagare's kimono, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Rui, do you know," Nagare said, as if to himself: "Our son, Hisoka is back. And Iwao wants to kill him. Like what he did to my daughter-Hisoka. Iwao wants to snatch the title as the owner of this household."
Yatonogami's voice seemed to laugh in Nagare's mind…..
Kukukuku…. Isn't it funny? That your family is only a sacrifice?… Till then, you will continue to torment the taste of Hell!
"Doesn't he know that as the head of the household, he will be forever controlled and tortured by Yatonogami?"
Rui only stared at the ceiling blankly as if Nagare was talking to someone else.
"Master!" A small voice called from the top of the trap door: "I've asked Watari-kun for help. He's really good in martial arts and we finally get here."
'Hisoka is here?' Nagare thought uneasily. The boy whom he had neglected….. The boy whom had left in a strange incurable illness…… The boy whom he had sometimes suspected as an offspring of Yatonogami…….
"Hurry up and come up before more of the guards come." Hisoka snapped coldly at the man down there without much meeting his eyes.
"Hisoka…." Nagare whispered under his breath.
"Hey, are you coming up or not or do you want me to go down to invite you up?" Hisoka growled impatiently.
Seeing no further response, Hisoka climbed down the ladder into the basement and hesitated.
The pit darkness……
Hisoka shivered inwardly. Since he was young, he used to be locked up in this basement and beneath the darkness, he remembered he could feel many strange scary thing lurking in within….
Hisoka's legs shivered.
Let's test your strength, shall we? Kurikara smirked challengingly at him.
I will not be defeated! Hisoka screamed inwardly.
Hisoka took a deep breath and made his way through the basement.
"Hurry up, Watari-kun, Iwao-sama's men could be here anytime!" Miya called softly to Hisoka.
Hisoka breathed deeply and finally found his way near Nagare. He reached out his hand.
"Take my hand, I'll take you out of here." Hisoka said.
Hisoka… he has changed…… Nagare looked at Hisoka.
Hisoka is no longer the weak frightened child I used to know…..
That child….. A dark figure looked from a distance. That boy has Kurosaki blood flowing within him. Kukukuku…. It seems that the Kurosaki line has not fated to end yet. Maybe I shall toy his body like what I did with Nagare when the time comes….
Hisoka suddenly looked up. He felt an evil aura somewhere.
"Hurry up, Watari-kun!" Miya called.
Hisoka nodded and pulled Nagare by his arm. He took a look at Rui and pulled her with other hand.
A strong flow of emotion rushed into him.
Help.. Help me, please don't kill me, Nee-chan sama! SAVE MEEEE!
Hisoka screamed and released Rui's hand.
"SOMEONE IS DOWN THERE TRYING TO LET KUROSAKI NAGARE GO! STOP HIM!"
There was another scream somewhere.
"IWAO-SAMA IS DEAD! IT MUST BE THAT DEMONIC CHILD! CATCH HIM AND ELIMINATE HIM NOW!"
Nagare quickly got up and pulled Hisoka into his arms without a word. He looked back at Rui and sighed: "I'll come back to you again later."
He carried the shaken Hisoka out of the basement and looked at Miya: "Listen, take him out of the house and both of you run away from this place as soon as possible. I'll never leave this place."
"But…" Miya protested.
"Hurry!" Nagare called strictly and pushed Hisoka to her.
Near the corridor to the basement, Muraki directed the men: "That's right, that child has escaped and murdered Master Iwao in such cold blood. Don't let him escape."
A secret dark smile emerged on Muraki's lips.
Kukukuku… how native are you, to think that you can escape me…. My dear doll, you will soon and always be mine…..
In the master bedroom, Kurosaki Iwao lay, his eyes burgling wide open like a dead goldfish. He was thoroughly drenched in stream water and slender finger marks dug into his flesh on his neck like parasite.
He was already dead.
Not wasting much time, Miya pulled Hisoka's arm and dashed down the corridor and ducked into a dark corner.
Hisoka slowly regained his steadiness.
He felt the evil aura getting stronger.
Tell me, lovely child, are you the last descendent of Kurosaki Ren? Tell me how does your blood, your body taste like?
Above Miya and Hisoka's head, over the ceiling, merged Yatonogami. His snake-like eyes gleamed with lust and greed as he looked down at the blond boy with bright emerald eyes.
Tsuzuki continued to run.
Please, Hisoka, please don't get into any hurt. I'll go and save you. Please wait for me!
AN: Another cling hanger, I'm thinking how to continue on. Hope you won't mind this short chap which progresses abit like the movie 'Dark Water'.. I've to think how Yatonagami will treat Hisoka… (scratch head).
