I know it's been a long, long, very long time since I've updated this story. I'm sorry. I've been working on other stories, and I was a little stuck on this one. But I think I finally had a brain fart last night and figured out how to fix the corner I'd written myself into!
Hopefully, this means there will be another chapter coming soon!
I made up a last name for Ukyou. I hope no one minds…
Chapter 8
Hisoka placed his spoon on the table. The discussion with Muraki had distracted him somewhat, but now he was beginning to sense something was off. Muraki seemed too smug, and something was odd; he ran his tongue across the roof of his mouth… odd…
"Is something wrong?" Muraki asked. "You've stopped eating."
"I'm not hungry," Hisoka told him.
The two sat in silence for several long moments as Muraki continued to eat his own dinner. Hisoka felt a currant of amusement rise up in him and fought off an urge to grin, he was sure that he had nothing to be amused about, but the feeling was there all the same. He glared across the table at Muraki, who met his eyes and smirked, the source of the amusement identified.
"May I ask you a question bouya?"
Hisoka nodded stiffly, trying to raise mental barriers just a little higher.
"Do you hate me?"
Hisoka's mouth fell open, his own shock running over the amusement. "Do I…" He quickly collected himself. "Of course I hate you, despise you, loathe you. How could I do anything else after what you did?"
"And what I did was so terrible?"
"You… you…"
"I wanted you."
"What?"
"You were there, lovely and frightened, a temptation I could not resist. I wanted you. " Muraki leaned back in his chair and the next words cut deep. "I suppose that makes me unique in your life, for who has ever wanted you?"
Hisoka stood up abruptly, unmindful of the remainder of his soup spilling across the table, and left the room; feeling Muraki's amusement mixing with his own hurt worry that Muraki was telling the truth.
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Tatsumi Seiichiro wandered through the hallway of Enma-Cho, peering quickly into each room as he passed. He paused for a long moment in the doorway of the office shared by Tsuzuki and Hisoka, staring hard, as if his intense regard would cause the one he sought to appear before him.
Office hours had officially begun an hour earlier, but he had yet to see hide or hair of his violet-eyed colleague. Phoning his house hadn't produced any results either.
Tatsumi frowned as he considered where he should look next, he had already checked all of Tsuzuki's regular haunts with no results.
"He's in the library."
Tatsumi whirled to see Watari sticking his head out of the lab. "He's what?"
"You're looking for Tsuzuki, right? He's in the library. He's been there all night clacking away at the databases. I saw him when I went in looking for some material."
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Ukyou threw her arms around him as soon as he walked through the door. "I was so worried!" she whispered in his ear.
He flinched, feeling relief and disappointment welling up inside him. He recognized the feelings as not being his own, and guilt for making her worry rose up in him to tint the emotions that flooded into him from Ukyou.
"Sorry," he muttered in spite of himself. "I'm sorry."
The disappointment eased, and he felt a wave of peace and gratitude, and love. He looked up at Ukyou in wonder, and saw that she was looking over his shoulder at Muraki. Muraki was inspiring these emotions that he felt as if they were his own. He pushed away from Ukyou, trying to distance himself from those emotions, trying to disassociate himself from them… Relief, gratitude, reassurance, love, longing, confusion…
Opening his eyes wide, Hisoka looked at Ukyou. She was looking at him, and he could see the confusion there, at his actions, confusion… Then she glanced up at Muraki, at his gentle smile, his eyes warm and meeting hers, and the confusion faded further, the other emotions growing stronger.
Hisoka bolted from the room as her gaze turned back to him.
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The small room at the back of the library housed little more than a row of computer terminals, a few file cabinets, and one violet eyed man focused intently on the screen in front of him.
Tatsumi stepped into the room and pulled the door shut behind him. Tsuzuki didn't seem to notice his arrival.
"What are you looking for?" Tatsumi asked, coming up behind Tsuzuki and peering over his shoulder.
"Anything that might help." Tsuzuki told him without looking away from the screen, his fingers clacking on the keyboard as he keyed in a new search. "I can't just go and get Hisoka, the threat he used worked to well, He'd just go back to the hospital and start killing kids again, and we'd be back where we started."
"So, what are your ideas?"
Tsuzuki snorted. "Nothing brilliant. I thought maybe I could find something he wanted more than he wanted Hisoka, or maybe blackmailing him somehow. If there was a way to threaten his power, or his job, or something like that… I've been looking for anything I could find on Muraki in our databases."
"Did you find anything interesting?"
"Lots interesting, but not much that seems to be useful. I found a lot of articles about the death of his parents and his half-brother. There was an article about his half-brothers body going missing three days after the funeral. Wanna guess who took it?"
"No."
"The Muraki family's butler was put on trial for killing Muraki's half-brother, but Muraki testified on his behalf and the man was acquitted; he's dead now."
"Did Muraki kill him?"
Tsuzuki shrugged. "No way to tell. After that Muraki was emancipated by the court."
Tatsumi leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. "So have you found anything that is useful?"
"Only this." Tsuzuki hit a button and a picture came up on the screen; three teenagers smiled out at them. The one on the left was obviously a young Muraki Kazutaka, the one on the right was also easily identifiable; Mibu Oriya. But the person in the middle was a young girl, pretty, with shining eyes and an open smile.
"Who is that?" Tatsumi pointed at the girl in the center of the picture.
"Well, you know who the boys are, the girl is Tamiko Ukyou. I found an engagement notice for one Tamiko Ukyou to one Muraki Kazutaka."
"The psychopath is engaged?" Tatsumi asked incredulously.
"Yup." Tsuzuki confirmed. "And I think I'm going to go pay her a visit. If anyone should know how to deal with Muraki, she should."
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In his room, Hisoka wedged a chair against the door, and moved slowly to his bed, where he sat and dropped his head into his hands. Too many things were happening too fast, and now his empathy seem to have spiked. He was having more trouble than usual distinguishing others emotions from his own. He hadn't really recognized Muraki's amusement as being Muraki's until he had seen the doctor smirking. Ukyou's emotions had become so intense that he could still feel them across the house, her quiet pleasure in Muraki's presence. Her love for the man washed through him making his chest ache with it.
He was feeling love for Muraki, even if the emotion didn't originate with him, he still felt it!
Cursing softly under his breath, Hisoka grabbed his bag, and pulled out a pair of sweats and a tee-shirt to sleep in, changing quickly, Hisoka crawled into bed and wrapped the blankets around himself. He wanted nothing more than to go to sleep and not feel anything for a while.
Hopefully a long while.
Hisoka tensed as the sound of footsteps passed outside his room. He hear Ukyou's low voice and Muraki's quiet chuckle in return. Hissing to himself, he drew the blankets up over his head and tried to turn his mind off, tried not to think about what they were doing in the darkness of Ukyou's room. He tried to not feel the relief that Muraki had stayed and the loneliness and the sadness would be held at bay for another night.
His eyes grew heavy in the pitch blackness under the covers, and his thoughts began to drift when he felt a feather light touch brush down his chest.
His eyes snapped open wide and his mind immediately focused. A wave of desire, tenderness, love, lust…
Oh Gods! they were…
Hisoka slammed up the strongest mental shields he could and the emotions receded, but they didn't disappear, and he could still feel it! A gentle pressure sliding down his hip, the warmth of breath against his shoulder.
A moist pressure moved over the skin of his throat, and a hand caressing up the inside of his thigh; Hisoka gasped as pleasure tingled along his senses. He tried again to push away the lingering emotions, as well as the physical sensations, gritting his teeth in the effort.
Damn Ukyou for feeling so strongly!
His back arched as he felt that moist pressure move across his chest and his nipples hardened in reaction. He felt a tingling in his groin and knew that he was hardening in spite of himself.
He drew his legs up and wrapped is arms around them, curling into himself as he tried to ignore the sensations coursing through his body. He knew that it was Muraki causing these sensations, and his own disgust warred with Ukyou's pleasure.
He couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips as he felt Muraki's hands moving over his body as if he was the one being caressed, and his mouth opened in a silent cry as he felt the penetration; painless, pressing deep into him.
Somewhere Muraki was moving, and Hisoka couldn't help but move in time with those thrusts. His thoughts scattered as he was swept away by wave after wave of pleasure, and he could stop the orgasm that shattered him, leaving him feeling limp and spent, gasping for air in the darkness.
