Author's Notes: Wow, this chapter actually flowed pretty well. I haven't written in a long time too. A little R&R won't hurt!

Chapter 7: Abused

Something broke through. Muraki didn't know what did, but something obviously did to cause his captured guest to be screaming so frightfully. Not that he minded one bit. Although he would personally prefer it if Tsuzuki wouldn't create such a racket of unwanted noise, the doctor was also aware that no harm could be done even if the Shinigami screamed his head off. Unlike that other time when he had Hisoka captured and so foolishly allowed him to be rescued, the same mistake would not be repeated here.

Eversince that day he was wounded and barely made it out of the laboratory alive, he had wasted a lot of time waiting for his body to heal. And there really was not an awful lot he could do while recovering aside from contemplating on revenge. So he spent his time formulating the perfect plan for it. It was because of the violet eyed Shinigami that he lost his perfect chance of gaining his revenge, no, lost all chance of gaining any revenge on his half brother Saki. Before the accident, Saki had been his main goal in life, to be able to revive and slay him. Yet now, because of Tsuzuki, that goal was gone, and Muraki had to find a new goal.

By now, Tsuzuki had stopped screaming. The vengeful man thought perhaps the Shinigami finally realized how futile it was. The ruckus only tore down the comfortable silence. Nothing could be achieved other than a sore throat. Muraki wasn't sure if Shinigamis could get sore throats, but at the moment, he really didn't care.

The doctor knew it sounded somewhat cliched, but he reasoned he should say the words to clear up misconceptions that may form in his captive's mind. "The screaming is quite useless. No one will come for you here, Tsuzuki-san." Despite no spoken response, Muraki knew Tsuzuki understood the truth of the statement. Some of the fire in Tsuzuki's eyes died a little with the words. "This place is sealed completely with a masking spell. No one will be able to find it without walking right into its walls."

In response to the words, the Shinigami's slender fingers curled up on the bed and mercilessly tightened around the silky sheets below them. Unaware of the action himself, Tsuzuki began chewing on his normally puffy lower lip, something which the doctor found quite amusing. After the screaming, something snapped, and Tsuzuki had painfully realized his situation. What he previously saw in Muraki's eyes frightened him terribly, but those images had changed and he could no longer find them there, and as if it they were magicked, with the disappearance of them, so were the memories of them. It left within him great fear, and a hopelessness he desperately needed to get rid of.

"Do we understand each other, Tsuzuki-san?" Muraki waited for the answer as he reviewed his plans. Unlike the Shinigamis, Muraki was still human and had to spend a lot of time before the stab wound had healed completely. It was a long time of waiting, and he sketched out his scheme for revenge then. It only included Tsuzuki, because beside the reason that it was he who foiled Muraki's plans, aside from Saki, Tsuzuki was the only other person he wanted for one reason or another. He had very carefully crafted out his ideas, knowing his target's strengths as well as weaknesses. It took long procedures, but he had one by one sealed off all of those strengths, and now, he will play hard on those weaknesses.

"What... what do you want?" The Shinigami answered shakily. Unclenching his fists, Tsuzuki pushed his hands off the bed and attempted to shove Muraki away with them. It wasn't a really strong push, but it was all he could do to distant himself from the monster of a doctor. Being within a mile of the doctor was already too close for comfort, the current position was totally off the scale. He had realized unless he shoved Muraki away, there was no other method to increase the space between them. The headboard of the bed was not going to give, nor could Tsuzuki sink into the wall behind him.

Muraki was prepared though. In a flash of movement, his own hands snatched out and caught the Shinigami's hands by their slender wrists. Slowly but surely, the human overpowered his prisoner until those hands were pinned right alongside to where Tsuzuki's head rested against the wooden backing. Naturally, to close the distance, Muraki moved forward and pinned the rest of Tsuzuki's legs with his body.

With each movement, Tsuzuki's eyes widened slightly and more fear crept in. Muraki had no doubt the Shinigami was reminiscing their past encounters, and if he wasn't, the doctor was quite confident that Tsuzuki would soon.

Finding his own position uncomfortable, Muraki shifted around until he straddled Tsuzuki's upper thighs with his legs. It felt more at ease than slithering all over the Shinigami, not to mention it made leaning forward easier. And he did just that, moving in ever so slightly until his pale face was right in front of the view of those fear clouded amethyst eyes.

"I'm very upset with you, Tsuzuki-san." Knowing what he wanted, Muraki toned his voice carefully to make sure he could achieve that goal in the long run. For now, he allowed his voice to take on a scolding tone, no more than what a mother might use on a child who stole from the cookie jar. At the returning spark in those violet eyes, Muraki continued. "Your Touda flamed up my laboratory and destroyed something... someone very important to me."

While momentarily distracted, Tsuzuki chewed his bottom lip again. He was trying hard to remember back to that day, and truth be told, he could not remember much. He was under Muraki's spell and saw everything in a warped haze. It was only near the end when he became more clear of what was happening around him, and that was when he summoned Touda. He did not recall seeing anyone else there beside Muraki and himself, though now that he thought hard about it, he seemed to recall a disembodied head. Tsuzuki's thoughts blinked back to his current situation. If that was the someone Muraki was talking about, the doctor was much sicker than he thought!

Unaware of Tsuzuki's thoughts towards him, Muraki continued with what he was declaring. His scolding exterior slowly slipped away to reveal more of the anger and hatred he felt pent up inside. "Saki, my half brother... I've lived so long for my chance and you destroyed all my plans!" Getting wrapped up in his emotions, unwittingly, Muraki momentarily lost total command over himself and tightened his grip on Tsuzuki's wrists.

The pain was still bearable at first. Tsuzuki merely thought Muraki was just threatening him, but soon it felt as if Muraki was attempting to shatter his wrists. A few seconds more of hoping Muraki would calm down and pain quickly became unbearable even to the Shinigami. A burning fire lanced down his arms, hurting so much that Tsuzuki can't even feel his hands anymore. Not caring if it would be displaying weakness to an enemy, he yelped loudly and attempted to toss his silver haired captor off him before his wrists broke. Even with a Shinigami's speedy healing, pain was still pain.

Although none of those actions dislodged the iron grip, they were still able to do their designated job. At the first sign of struggling, Muraki jolted out of his angry state and back into his composed mind frame. The realization of the brown haired man was being hurt came shortly after and was quickly followed by the liberation of those wrists. Muraki had no desire to allow his hands to remain idle for long though. As soon as Tsuzuki's hands dropped tiredly back to the Shinigami's side, he placed his left hand onto Tsuzuki's coated right shoulder and used the other hand to cup his captive's narrow chin.

Even before Muraki made his next move, Tsuzuki could predict it and began struggling. "NO!" he shouted out futilely. First shaking free of the grip Muraki had on his chin, he followed it by trying to toss the other man off him. In the face of the impending danger, his memory lapsed over his fear to allow him some struggling strength. Though it seems hardly possible, Tsuzuki was physically weaker than the human and was easily over powered by a forearm pressed up against his throat.

"Don't do that again, Tsuzuki-san," Muraki leaned himself closer to the purple eyed angel of death to whisper the last words, "And no one will get hurt..." With a speed so fast that it could match a striking cobra's, Muraki took Tsuzuki by surprise and brutally bit down into Tsuzuki's lower lip. A burst of coppery flavor sprayed into Muraki's open mouth and he drank it all in.

And Tsuzuki couldn't do anything with a pinned body and nearly broken wrists. All he could do was watch with wide eyed horror.