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A/N: I missed my deadline. I fully intended to post last week but the chapter needed tweaking so if anybody noticed or cares for that matter: I'm very sorry for the delay! Enjoy!
Beloved...
Kazutaka, I love you so much...I'm so glad I listened to my heart...and not the voices around me...when I decided to be with you...A part of me was afraid...afraid that you were lying...pretending to care for me just to take revenge...to break me...
Asato...
But I couldn't help myself!...Even if you were just pretending...I couldn't stay away from you...I think I loved you from the beginning...the very beginning...even when you were cruel and mocking and pursued me so relentlessly...I hated you but I couldn't resist you...you haunted my dreams...drove me to distraction...I knew I could never be free of you...
Asato, I love you...I adore you...It had started that way...in the beginning...I was filled with such hate and pain...at first I only saw you as a tool...a means to exact my revenge...I fully meant to use you, defile you and throw you away afterward, abandon you in your sorrow...but...beloved! When it came time to do just that...I couldn't! Your warmth and smiles bewitched me...your defiance excited me...your beautiful violet eyes touched me...You were the one who held me captive...I am your slave, beloved...
Kazutaka...
I wanted you...became obsessed with you...I had hurt and tormented you mercilessly...I saw no hope in winning your forgiveness...never mind your heart...
Oh Kazutaka...I'm glad you took that chance...I risked everything to be with you...and I didn't care! I couldn't live by other people's standards...I know my friends care about me...but they kept insisting I was human...that I wasn't capable of dark thoughts...ignore my demon heritage...
We are of the same blood, Asato...it was wrong of them to expect that of you...I know all too well the consequences of such a demand...you need never deny who you are with me...for I love you...everything about you I cherish...with all my heart...
My love...And it's because I love you I must do this...you've protected me so many times, Kazutaka...now it's my turn...my right to protect you...
Asato...I...I fear for you...please understand...I do not doubt your power...your formidable strength...I know you can easily defeat him...yet, I am...afraid...
But why, Kazutaka..?
Anything could happen! He could strike you unawares...you could get...hurt...I couldn't bear that!
Any injury on my body will heal...and you can't think of that...nothing will sway me from this! I must protect you...there is no other way for me...I couldn't live with myself otherwise...
But...
You can't fight all my battles, Kazutaka! We're...equals! You see me as an equal, don't you, my love?
Yes...Yes, I do...my equal...my lover...my violet-eyed god...
Yes...my equal...my lover...my silver-eyed angel...As equals we must protect what is ours...this is the way of our kind, ne? You know I am right in this...
Yes...forgive me...I do not doubt your resolve...I only wish--
KAZUTAKA!...What-what's happening? I...I feel so strange...what is...this..?
ASATO?! What is it, beloved?!
Something's happening...I...I feel...as though...I'm fading...
ASATO! Don't leave me! Not again!!
Kazutaka...I don't want to leave you...I...I must be going back...I must be...waking up...the sedative must be wearing off...
Asato...
I haven't much time...Kazutaka! Challenge him in my name! Tell him...that your lover, your mate...challenges him...that I call him coward and thief...that I will fight him to get you back...
Yes! I will do as you say...Asato...beloved, be careful...be well...know that I am waiting...
You be careful too, Kazutaka...the time went so quickly...
We'll be together again! Believe in that! Soon I will hold you in my arms...and never let you go! We will have years and years ahead of us!
Yes! Years and years...I'll never let you out...of my sight...
I'll kiss away your tears...make you mine again and again...
Kazutaka...I'll come for you...soon...
I know you will...I love you...I LOVE YOU...
I love...you...
Asato?
love...you...always...KAZUTAKA!
ASATO?!
"Love you...I love...you..."
"What is he saying?" Tatsumi asked anxiously. All three guardians bent over their friend, questions whirling in their heads. Tatsumi couldn't understand how Tsuzuki could be coming out of the sedative. Watari had hoped the brunette would awaken long after Tatsumi left. Hisoka worried for his partner's state of mind.
"Love you...Kazutaka..." Tsuzuki murmured, his dark brows slightly furrowed, his head moving slowly from left to right and back again.
Tatsumi's chest tightened at the declaration, sapphires narrowing.
"For you...my love...I'll...find you..."
"He's delirious. Watari, prepare another sedative. Administer it before he becomes fully awake," the secretary ordered, his eyes still on Tsuzuki.
Watari didn't move.
Hisoka glanced between the two of them, his heart beating faster.
Tatsumi looked up, puzzled.
"Watari? Did you hear what I said? Do you have any of the sedative here?" he asked sharply.
The scientist shook his head slowly.
"No," he said, meeting the other man's gaze steadily.
"What?" Tatsumi asked, standing upright.
"There is no sedative, Tatsumi. I didn't prepare any more sedative," the blonde stated quietly, golden eyes bright.
"No sedative?" slowly Tatsumi approached Watari, his handsome face stony. "Why is there no sedative, Watari?" The blonde remained where he was, tilting his head a bit to stare into those hard eyes.
"I agreed to it as well, Tatsumi-san!" Hisoka stood by Watari's side. "Tsuzuki will need us now and--"
"How could you?!" Tatsumi exclaimed. "Both of you deliberately defied Meifu orders!"
"Where...am I?"
"Tsuzuki!" Hisoka bounded to his partner's side. Tsuzuki's dark lashes fluttered open, his violets refocusing. Watari went to his side, taking one of the brunette's hands in his.
"Easy there, Tsuzuki," Watari ignored the secretary's outrage for the moment. He'll hear about it soon enough. Crouching low, the guardian took a washcloth from the basin, squeezed the cool water from it and gently patted it on the brunette's heated brow. "Tsuzuki? It's Watari. We're all here...Hisoka and...Tatsumi."
The dark-haired beauty squinted a bit at the sound of the voice and focused on the source.
"Wa-Watari? Where am I?" Tsuzuki whispered hoarsely. Grimacing, he licked his lips."I'm so thirsty," swallowing his parched throat, trying to sit up.
"Lay down, Tsuzuki. You're still groggy," Watari pushed back the brunette among the pillows, while Hisoka fetched a glass.
"Here, Tsuzuki," the teenager offered the tall glass to his partner, helping to tip the rim to his lips. Tsuzuki closed his eyes briefly, the cool water such a relief to his dry mouth. Swallowing a few more mouthfuls, Tsuzuki sighed, dropping is dark head back down.
"Watari?"
"How do you feel, Tsuzuki?" Watari checked Tsuzuki's pulse and heartbeat glad to hear they were strong, checked the pupils of the brunette's purple eyes, satisfied they were focused and cear. "Dizzy? Sleepy?"
"A little tired. Sore. Thirsty," Tsuzuki listed calmly, looking at the concerned faces around him. He smiled a little at his young partner, whose green eyes were full of worry. "Hungry. Very hungry."
Hisoka visibly relaxed and stepped closer to his friend.
"I can get you something to eat, Tsuzuki. Are...are you sure you're feeling okay?" he asked tentatively.
Tsuzuki smiled and nodded.
"Yeah. I'm okay," he said softly. "How about some miso soup as a starter and whatever sounds good from that place around the corner, Hisoka. I could do with a double portion," he winked as he raised himself to a sitting position. Hisoka smiled and nodded back.
"Sure! I'll be right back," the teenager quickly hurried out the room, glad to see his partner sounding a bit like himself.
Tsuzuki's smile faded. He looked at Watari then at Tatsumi, quietly assessing the situation.
Kazutaka
It all came back to him. He remembered the terror of believing Muraki was dead. He remembered how utterly hopeless he felt, how he wanted to end it there and then. He remembered how terrified his friends felt not knowing what to do. He remembered the stab of the needle in his arm, the chemicals filling his veins, the betrayal choking him.
Clear, violet eyes flicked to Tatsumi.
And the kiss.
Tatsumi's cheeks flushed at the violet stare and he cleared his throat.
"Tsuzuki, you're all right?" the secretary asked. He forced himself to return the brunette's gaze, his own sapphires glittering behind his glasses.
Tsuzuki nodded. "Just ache a bit," he said carefully. He didn't know what to make of the secretary. He felt a little angry at Tatsumi's method. But he was thinking more of Muraki. He took his stare off of Tatsumi and turned his head to look at the window...the star-filled sky. How much time had passed?
Kazutaka
He remembered every word he and his lover spoke. The entire conversation. Their joy at discovering the other was alive; their grief at being apart; their anger at the one responsible; their declaration of love and hope...and the promise Tsuzuki had made.
Tsuzuki leaned back again the headboard, lifting his head head up and sighing.
"How long have I been...out?" he asked, settling back down among the mattress, his violets gleaming.
"A little over thirteen hours," Tatsumi replied, moving closer to the bed. Tsuzuki looked all right physically. Those violet eyes clear and glowing, a hint of color to his smooth cheeks.
"Tsuzuki?" Watari ventured, sitting on the bed, close to the guardian. He watched his friend for any sign of sadness or despair, but was surprised to see instead resolve, determination as though Tsuzuki had come to an understanding or made up his mind about something.
Tsuzuki lowered his dark head and smiled at his friend. "I'm all right, Watari," taking the scientist's hand in his, he gave it a firm squeeze. "I know what you did was out of concern. You did it for my safety."
The brunette felt no anger for what his friends did, now that he knew what he needed to do.
Watari's golden eyes watered. "I'm sorry, Tsuzuki. You were so...emotional," the blonde gulped. "You didn't see any other way...you were beyond our words and so full of grief and we wanted you safe. That's all."
"Thank you. If I had gone ahead with what I planned to do, I never would have heard my Kazutaka," Tsuzuki replied softly, his beautiful face beaming.
"WHAT?!"
Both men started, Tatsumi nearly falling over, Watari squeezing Tsuzuki's slender hand even harder, his golden eyes popping.
"You heard Muraki?!" Watari gasped. "Oh Tsuzuki...how wonderful!" the blonde then threw himself into his friend's arms hugging him fiercly. "I'm so happy for you! How is he? Where's he at? What happened to him? How come you were able to hear him?"
Tsuzuki couldn't help but laugh at the questions piling up. Where to start?
"Yes, Watari...Tatsumi," he looked to Tatsumi over Watari's shoulder. "I heard my Kazutaka. Our bond...we reached out to each other. Kazutaka was knocked out...unconscious. He told me who was holding him, where he was held...we connected," Tsuzuki's eyes softened, his lips tugged in a small smile at the memory. "Kazutaka sounded so strong and confident...telling me again and again he loves me...believes in me."
Watari pulled himself up to look in wonder at Tsuzuki's beautiful face now glowing and calm. Such a difference! It was hard to believe that only a few hours before the brunette was beside himself with agonizing grief, too stricken to move. And now...
"Tsu-Tsuzuki...but...Muraki...Muraki is dead?" Tatsumi too looked on at wonder on the brunette's face, the calm demeanor. What did it mean?
Tsuzuki shook his head, pinning the secretary with his amethyst orbs. "No. My Kazutaka is not dead. He's being held by a deranged boy who is in love with him and believes Kazutaka feels the same."
"A boy?" Watari sat up. "A boy took Muraki? Where? How?"
"To some kind of facsimile of our home. Kazutaka is being pampered and catered to. All by a foolish boy who dared meddle and come between us," Tsuzuki features turned more and more set, hardening. Both guardians couldn't help but be impressed by their friends steely features. All of Tsuzuki's fragility, his helplessness melted away and now here was a more determined, more resolved Shinigami.
"And this boy thinks he and Muraki are in love?" Watari continued, shaking his blonde head in disbelief. "So all this time Muraki was taken by a love-sick boy, a boy who was obsessed with him and thought Muraki felt the same. Not a past enemy or vengeful soul. Not a resentful doctor...a boy. I never would've thought of that angle, Tsuzuki."
"Nor I," the brunette agreed. Sitting up straighter he focused on Tatsumi who all this time had been shaken by the change in Tsuzuki's demeanor. Tatsumi didn't know what to make of it, how to deal with Tsuzuki now. The brunette seemed more in charge, more able to cope.
It's because Muraki is alive...or so Tsuzuki believes.
"Tatsumi, I know you did what you did to help me. That you thought it was for the best," Tsuzuki said softly. Tatsumi blinked then nodded.
Just then Hisoka came into the room, carrying a tray. He had gone to the nearest restaurant and ordered the brunette's favorite foods, hot and tempting and arranged on the good china. Placing it in front of the brunette, the teenager looked around the room as he sat in a chair.
"Thank you, Hisoka," the brunette thanked his partner, picking up the chopsticks. "Everything looks good."
"Tsuzuki, will you tell me what's happened?" the boy asked. He had been patient and hoped that the others wouldn't leave him out.
"Yeah," Tsuzuki chewed on a tender morsel of meat and swallowed. "Hisoka, you know I've been able to hear Kazutaka. Even when we were apart, somehow we are able to connect...to hear each other's thoughts." The boy nodded. "I don't how we're able...it's never happened before. And now while I was 'asleep,'" here Tatsumi shifted uncomfortably on his feet. "I talked to Kazutaka."
The green-eyed boy mouth fell open almost comically. Tsuzuki smiled a bit.
"Ta-talked to Muraki? You mean, a full conversation with Muraki?" the brunette nodded. "Whoa..."
It took several moments for the young man to absorb the full impact of such an occurance.
"I've never heard of...of a Shinigami communicating in such a way. And I've read a lot of the Shinigami history...wow. Tsuzuki, what did he say? What's happened to him?"
"My Kazutaka was taken by a boy who is in love with him. A sick individual who believes my Kazutaka feels the same. All this happened because this...BOY refused to realize the truth," Tsuzuki fingers tightened around the steel chopsticks almost snapping them in two. Taking a deep breath, Tsuzuki focused on the present. "Kazutaka's been coddled and cared for in a fake rendition of our home...against his will. He's demanded to the boy again and again he wanted to be set free, that he could never return his feelings. But the boy refuses to listen."
Tsuzuki's eyes flicked over to Tatsumi.
"Tsuzuki..." Tatsumi whispered, his face growing hot. Shamefully, Tatsumi lowered his eyes. The full realization of what he had been doing to Tsuzuki...but how could it be considered wrong when he cared for Tsuzuki so? "Tsuzuki, how can you be sure? How do you really know that it was truly Muraki you were speaking to?"
Watari turned to look at the brunette. "Tsuzuki...Tatsumi may have a point. Is it...could it be possible that the boy staged it?" Seeing Tsuzuki stiffen, Watari rushed into speech. "Please, Tsuzuki! But you know we must consider all the possibilities!"
Hisoka swallowed, frowning. "I wonder at that too, Tsuzuki. Is it possible he's infiltrated your mind...used Muraki's voice to find you out, gather information?"
Tsuzuki put more bits of meat and vegetables into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. Swallowing, he set the chopsticks down and looked at each of them.
"It was my Kazutaka. The things he said, the way he said it...are things only Kazutaka would know about," his eyes softened. "I know we have to look at all angles. And I can understand why you all think the boy would lead me down a false path, lead me to believe Kazutaka is alive. But all I can you is that it WAS my Kazutaka. And that he IS alive. I don't how to explain it. His words...his voice...his love, I felt them pierce me so strongly...it was like...like I was being bathed in warm water...water that filled my senses...drowned away my fears...I felt so...comforted...cared for...Kazutaka's reassurance, his belief in me...filled me with comfort...and happiness."
Tsuzuki closed his eyes as though experiencing it again...
Asato, I love you...I adore you...It had started that way...in the beginning...I was filled with such hate and pain...at first I only saw you as a tool...a means to exact my revenge...I fully meant to use you, defile you and throw you away afterward, abandoning you...but...beloved! When it came time to do just that...I couldn't! Your warmth and smiles bewitched me...your defiance excited me...your beautiful violet eyes touched me...You were the one who held me captive...I am your slave, beloved...
We are of the same blood, Asato...it was wrong of them to expect that of you...I know too well the consequences of such a demand...you need never deny who you are with me...for I love you...everything about you I cherish...with all my heart...
"Yes. It was my Kazutaka."
All three guardians were stock still as Tsuzuki conveyed to them his absolute certainty that it was indeed Muraki. Watari had begun to tear up so he took off his glasses and rubbed at his moist eyes. Hisoka, usually good at hiding his emotions from others, swallowed the thick lump forming and bit his lip looking down at his hands. And Tatsumi...
To see the dark-haired beauty's face...soft with a far-away dreamy look, rooted the secretary to the spot. How beautiful he looked. Every trace of worry and anxiety and doubt...gone. But when Tatsumi blinked, shaking himself mentally, it as though he'd been punched in the gut.
Muraki
Squeezing his eyes tight, Tatsumi ground his teeth, a muscle in his jaw twitching wildly.
Always Muraki
So much faith in the doctor. Couldn't Tsuzuki see it was misplaced?
Tsuzuki sighed softly and continued with his meal. The other guardians asked questions here and there and Tsuzuki answered them in the same calm manner.
"Did Muraki sound all right?"
"Physically he said he was all right. It's his mental state I fear for..."
"Does Muraki know who the boy is?"
"No. He hasn't any idea. We both concluded that it could have been anyone Kazutaka had run into."
"How was it that this boy was able to abduct the doctor? What are his powers?"
"Kazutaka said that the last thing he heard was the boy calling out for help to someone. We think it may be that the boy made a pact with a demon."
Tatsumi watched Tsuzuki throughout, watched the violet eyes shine and the small smile come out now and then. It unsettled the secretary. He was glad, of course, Tsuzuki was awake and feeling no physical ill-effects from the sedative. But his mind was in a whirl. In the those few moments after Watari and Hisoka admitted their deception, he had wondered how he would deal with matter. Would he have turned in his friends to Emna-samma for punishment? Deep down, he knew he wouldn't have done so. They cared for Tsuzuki and he knew it. And now Tsuzuki talked calmly and decisively and it unsettled him.
Why?
It was good to see the brunette this way. And yet...
"Where does that leave me, Seiichiro?"
Tatsumi started and glanced at the long-haired blonde.
Yutaka
I'm being foolish. I know I am. But why do I still feel the need to pull Tsuzuki away from Muraki? Why can't I accept Tsuzuki is with Muraki? Just the mention of Muraki's name and I become so angry. Yutaka called it jealousy. And my heart just won't let Tsuzuki go. And Yutaka is paying the price. Yutaka and my happiness.
Tsuzuki cleared his throat.
"Tatsumi?"
Blinking, the secretary looked at the brunette, then noticed all three of them looking at him expectantly.
"I-I'm sorry. What did you say, Tsuzuki?" he asked, straightening up.
"I just asked if you intended to change my duties at Meifu," Tsuzuki asked. He noticed Tatsumi's far-off look and remembered what Muraki had said, how Muraki wanted to remind the secretary that Tsuzuki belonged to him. Again, Tsuzuki knew that it was something he would have to deal with. It was his obligation to set things straight with Tatsumi once and for all. The opportunity would present itself but for now, Tsuzuki had to prepare.
When he was done eating and the tray taken away, the brunette felt better, a little stronger. He would gather his strength in the coming hours for what lay ahead. Pushing the covers back he got up.
"Tsuzuki! You're not strong enough!" Tatsumi protested coming over to guide Tsuzuki back to bed. The others protested too but Tsuzuki evaded Tatsumi's reach and side-stepped to the closet to grab a change of clothes. Watari and Hisoka wanted to voice their concerns as well but recognized the look in Tsuzuki's violets.
"I need a shower, Tatsumi, and out of this room. I've been asleep long enough, ne?"
"Tsuzuki, I understand, but there's nothing that needs to be done. Nothing that can't wait until morning," Tatsumi said, ignoring the brunette's pointed remark. "If we're going to locate Muraki's whereabouts we need to evaluate a plan and gather what we've found so far. We can also--"
"There's no need, Tatsumi," Tsuzuki said calmly, gathering clean clothes and going into the bathroom. "He's coming here."
"WHAT?!"
Muraki's silver lashes fluttered, his eyes moving rapidly behind closed lids.
"I love you...so much...beloved," he murmured. "I'm waiting..."
The boy sitting beside the large bed frowned deeply. Beloved?! Who is this "beloved"? A spasm of realization frittered over his face. Pressing his lips tight, the boy's thin features pinched.
No. Can't be. Not him. I was promised he would be forgotten. Kazutaka is mine now.
But a seed of anxiety settled in the pit of his stomach. Despite all that he tried to do...the dinners and clothes and fancy furniture, Muraki still resisted.
I give him everything! If he wanted anything all he has to do is ask and I'd give it to him. I have the power to make him happy and still he rejects all that I give...he rejects ME! Why?! He never has to go back to that miserable life...no more work, no more dealing with those damned co-workers or whiny patients...I'd take care of him...give him the best of everything. And I'd LOVE him! Much more than that idiotic...
Reining in his temper, the youth stared down at the beautiful pale man lying among the silk sheets admiring the contrast of creamy vanilla against chocolate-colored sheets.
So beautiful
He had made sure his love was comfortable. Pulling up the covers to the doctor's chest, the boy sighed. It was a shame that it had to come to this. And he didn't want to do it but Muraki gave him no choice. How else could the doctor be made to see how serious this was? That he sacrificed so much of himself into this?
Isn't it enough that I made sure that everything was perfect? Doesn't he realize the time and effort and LOVE I've put into this?!
The youth's hands clenched the soft blankets, his knuckles white.
It isn't fair! Nobody has ever done this much for him, I'm sure! Nobody has declared their love the way I have!
Bringing his hands up, he rubbed his temples. He felt another headache was coming on and he had a feeling it would be the worst one yet. If Muraki had only cooperated from the beginning he wouldn't be feeling so stressed out. Taking a breath, he shook his head. No. He couldn't blame Muraki. Not totally. The doctor was just overwhelmed by the generous gifts and elaborate setting. That was it.
It's going to take time. As long as I keep showing him my love then he'll know I'm the only one for him. Then everything else will fall into place. We'll be happy and it'll just be us. No meddling, nosy, "well-meaning" people to get in the way of things. Just us. Then everything will be perfect. My life will be perfect.
Muraki stirred again.
Reaching out the boy brushed the feathery silver strands from the doctor's closed eyelids. Even with a false eye that should have marred anyone else's features it only enhanced Muraki's masculine beauty. The silver blonde was still gorgeous. Nothing it seemed could distract from that. His fingers brushed the side of the doctor's high cheekbones, lingering over the pale lips. It had crossed the boy's mind to really see his pale lover in all his glory. To strip Muraki of his coverings and gaze at the perfect ivory sculpted body. The first three days had been so tempting to take advantage of the sleeping man. But he refrained only because he was sure Muraki would be so happy, so GRATEFUL that they were together that they'd be sleeping together on the first night.
He had taken the trouble to lay out a delicious breakfast and lunch and dinner, make sure the temperature of the bath water was just right, lighted each and every candle AND scattered a rose petal path. All of which would lead to glorious, lust-fueled nights of Muraki's sweaty, muscular body pounding into his sprawled flushed body as he screamed on the top of his lungs in ecstasy.
But it didn't happen.
With trembling fingers and pounding heart, the boy slowly lowered the blanket down to the pale man's chest. Swallowing audibly, his dull brown eyes roamed over the lean torso, a pale pink nipple peaking out. He had only glimped at the pale skin here and there but now he had a chance to really see.
He had been patient long enough. The doctor OWED it to him.
Slowly, he undid one then two small buttons of the dress shirt revealing even more perfect skin. Perspiration began to bead his upper lip. Licking at it he could barely contain his giddiness and feeling slightly faint, his groin warmed, feeling heavy...hot. Squirming in the chair, he managed to undo all the buttons and peeled back the fabric, groaning softly at the sight. Even his wildest fantasies didn't prepare him for such...perfection.
Such flawless skin...like...like carved marble...like one of those ancient Greek statues...every muscle carved and perfect cast. Not a blemish or a mark or scar of any kind to deter such beautiful skin.
Slowly he slid one finger down the muscled torso, eyes widening. Soft, petal soft skin...yet firm...very firm and taut. Feeling more bold, he brushed his fingers along the rib cage, pausing over a taut nipple. Licking his lips he imagined what that pink bud would taste like...inch by inch he lowered his head.
Sticking out his long tongue, he paused, then swiped quickly across the crinkled bud, swooning at the texture. Wanting more, he opened his mouth wider eager to suckle and devour. His hot breath fanned over the pert bud, slowly his moist lips sealed around it, his fevered brain swimming in pleasure.
Oh yes!
Quickly he lapped at it unable to keep himself from moaning, his cock pressed painfully tight against his trousers begging to be released. Fumbling, he cupped one hand against his crouch squeezing and rubbing, the friction of the cloth doubling the pleasure all the while still licking fitfully on the pale man's sensitive nipple. Saliva dribbled down Muraki's chest which the boy lapped at eagerly unable to believe he was finally doing what he wanted to do all along. Better than any of the fantasies he had dreamed up. He couldn't keep his excitement to himself, whimpering and moaning while his thin lips sucked and kissed. Rubbing his cock harder, his hips bucked and jerked, his lust spiking higher and higher. Almost there...
"Beloved..."
Startled, he sat upright his face beet red, his hand stopping.
Muraki was still asleep. He frowned.
Beloved?
This beloved was invading the doctor's thoughts. This beloved was the one in the way of Muraki accepting his gifts. His cock deflated replaced by insecurity and doubt. His head really began pounding now.
He promised that 'beloved' wouldn't come between us! I have to make Kazutaka see I care more than this...beloved.
Muraki groaned softly, moving under the blankets, his silver head going to one side. The boy held his breath.
It's too soon!
He had yet to formulate a plan, to double to efforts in proving to Muraki that he meant business. But now the doctor was coming to and he wasn't ready! He stood up then sat back down. He wanted to write poems and recite them to the sleeping man, hoping his voice would reach the pale blonde's consciousness. And then when he woke up, he'd remember! It wasn't going to plan! Cursing, the youth paced the room greatly agitated, glancing now and again at Muraki.
What do I do? I'm not ready!
"Beloved..."
Muraki's eyelids fluttered, one of his hands coming up to rub one eye. The boy froze. If he was going to act now was the time. Rushing to the bedside, he stooped over the doctor and after a moment's hesitation, pressed his thin lips against Muraki's.
Bliss!
His eyes rolled in the back of his head, relishing the feel of soft lips against his own, moaning. Clumsily, he stabbed his tongue against Muraki's teeth worming his way in and opened his mouth wider, slobbering. Muraki's silver eyes blurred at first not registering what was happening. Feeling something slimy invade his mouth, his eyes widened in shock. In an instant, a loud roar vibrated through the room and two strong hands pushed hard on the boy's chest sending him sprawling backward into a chair knocking him to the ground.
"GET OFF ME!!"
Leaning to the side of the bed, the pale blonde spat forcefully. Sitting up Muraki wiped his mouth with the back of his hand a look of utter disgust on his thunderous face. Throwing the covers off himself he shakily rose from the bed, despite the weakness of his limbs, he marched over to the boy, grabbing him by the throat, his knuckles white.
"HOW DARE YOU!!"
Hurling him against the wall, the boy's body smacked the hard surface and collapsed on the floor. Muraki was about to attack again when an energy barrier rose up before him hindering his assault. Growling, the silver blonde stepped back frustrated.
"COWARD!"
The boy lifted himself, wincing as he clutched at his ribs.
"Why did you do that?!" he whined, stumbling to his feet. "What is wrong with you, Kazutaka?! How dare you treat your lover this way!"
Muraki blinked, speechless.
"After all my loving care and attention you still treat me abominably!" the boy stood up facing the tall man. "I should be the one who's angry here! I just kissed you and that's how I get treated?!" his voice began to crack in its hysteria. "How long are you going to keep this up?!"
Peals of laughter rumbled throughout the room.
The boy's mouth dropped open at the sound not expecting that reaction at all.
"Kaz-Kazutaka?"
"Lo-Lover?! You...dare to call...yourself that?" Muraki couldn't help it. What the boy had said was the most outlandish thing he heard so far, especially after hurling the idiotic bastard across the room. Laughing even harder Muraki struggled to speak. "You are a...fool...an idiot...a mealy mouthed...bastard...I am repulsed...by you...your pasty sweaty face fills me...with disgust and loathing. Nothing would make me happier...than to see you die horribly."
The boy's dull eyes widened with every word, both hands covering his mouth in shock. Squeezing his eyes shut, he then covered his ears, shaking his head.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
Muraki mirth vanished, silver eyes turned steely as he coldly witnessed the boy's growing hysterics.
Insufferable bastard
Calmly, Muraki sat himself down on a antique chair, crossing his legs and placing both arms on the chair sides. He didn't even want to think how repulsed he was by the boy's slimy tongue invading his mouth. For several minutes, which seemed more like hours to the pale doctor, the youth continued on his rant, crying and pulling at his hair and howling at the top of his lungs. Sighing inwardly, Muraki's narrowed platinum eyes assessed the pathetic scene before him. Closing his eyes, his thoughts drifted to Tsuzuki and their conversation before he awoke to this nightmare.
Kazutaka...my dreams of you...were so real...the sunlight in your hair...the corners of your...eyes would crinkle when you'd smile...
Do they..?
Yeah! I've always...noticed that...I would try to make them come out...
Ahhh...so that would explain your...persistence at joke telling...I wondered...
You laughed! You can't deny it...they were funny!
Muraki smiled. His Tsuzuki sounded confident and decisive. Even after going through so much, his lover stayed strong.
He's so worried about me. Worried that I would take matters into my own hands.
Had it been anyone else who made such a request of him, Muraki would have been quite insulted. But with Tsuzuki he felt only moved by the guardian's concern for his safety.
NO!!Kazutaka! Please...please...my love...my only love...
Asato...
I can't have you...battling...fighting when you're not strong enough! We don't know...what this person is capable of...he could call down an army of demons! Please...Kazutaka...don't...I can't bear it again...
Beloved...when you weep like that...
When you screamed my name...and I could do nothing! I thought you dead and gone and...and I couldn't bear it...Kazutaka...I haven't felt your arms around me in days...I've missed...your voice...your beautiful smile...the way you...comforted me...I won't...I WON'T LOSE YOU!!
Muraki's brows creased slightly. Now Tsuzuki implored him to make himself known to his captor. To challenge the brat outright in Tsuzuki's name. Sighing deeply, the doctor came to the realization that it would be Tsuzuki who would protect him now. He had always felt it was his right, his right to be the one who protected his violet-eyed lover from pain and harm. But Tsuzuki was expecting to do the same for him.
We're equals...that is what Asato wants
Of course they were equals. Why Muraki didn't see it before, he didn't know. And his demon half couldn't help but feel immensely flattered...proud that his beautiful lover would want to protect him. No one had ever done that for Muraki.
I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine
It was a matter of pride for the Shinigami and the silver blonde didn't want to dissuade him from that. Their bond was so strong now. They had breached the many dimensions to find each other and they had succeeded! Confident in that Muraki turned his attention back to the boy who at this time was ranting and raving, pacing the bedroom in his rage. Finally, he turned his attention back to the doctor, his thin face scowling.
"Are you going to be reasonable, Kazutaka, and realize my love for you? That all that I've done is for you?" the boy stood in front of Muraki, arms crossed. But seeing the pale man's deep frown, the boy readied himself for another tantrum, his face beginning to turn red. "Why are you being this way?! If you'd just stop being so stubborn it would go better for you! You don't have to be miserable anymore, Kazutaka! No one in the world will treat you better than me! CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?!"
Here Muraki smiled.
"Oh but you are wrong about that," the silver blonde's lifted his piercing eyes at the boy, pinning him with his intense glare. "There is one in this world...in this universe who cherishes me. One whom I adore above all others. He is my violet-eyed god. My one and only love."
With watery eyes bulging, the youth's mouth opened and he sputtered.
"Wha-what are you...what are you telling...me?! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!" fisting both hands into his hair, he looked as though he would tear out the strands in clumps so outraged was he.
Muraki merely stood serenely, unruffled and highly enjoying seeing the brat further reduced to a blathering baka. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, the doctor's handsome face smiled slightly, one elegant silver brow lifted.
"Are you telling me...are you ACTUALLY telling me...this...this PERSON...you and he...are...are...?!"
"Yes," Muraki stated.
Trembling violently, the boy shook his head wildly and squeezed his eyes shut.
"It can't be...it isn't true! Not him! It's not...HIM!" he shrieked. "NOT HIM!"
Muraki's eyes narrowed. "Yes. HIM. My lover," he said softly. "And my lover has issued a challenge. He is aware of you, boy. And he is quite angry. He calls you coward and thief. You have taken what is his. Me. As such he challenges you to a battle of power."
"Wha-what are you talking about? Battle? This...this person wants to 'challange' me? And to say I've taken..." he was trembling this time. But whether it was in fear or anger Muraki wasn't sure. But it was certain the boy was rattled. And that was good.
"My lover, the most powerful Shinigami, is waiting for you to settle this matter once and for all. If you refuse, I refuse you. For I have no intention of consorting with a coward," Muraki stated pointedly.
The boy gulped audibly. He was not expecting this. He stared at the beautiful pale being and his resolve strengthened within him.
"How do you know of this? How was this person able to find you? I know no one's breached the barrier. I was here the whole time!" he exclaimed.
"My lover and I spoke to each other. He knows of my imprisonment and my misery as I told him everything! This is a great affront and he means to exact his revenge on you!" Muraki's silver eyes flashed proudly. "I tell you again: Take me back to my beloved if you value you your life."
The boy gawked at the proud stance the pale man took, every inch bristled and standing tall. Such conviction in those words! Was it a bluff? Should he chance it and ignore this 'challenge'? And then there was the doctor's claim of refusing to consort with him if he did ignore it. Winning Muraki's love was much harder than he had realized. And now this. How many weeks or months or years would it take before Muraki finally came around? He just didn't have the strength to continue in trying to seduce the man. What did it take? He did his homework, gathered his research and it didn't work. No matter what he did, didn't work And now this. Perhaps this is exactly the thing he was waiting for.
"You-you're bluffing," he nodded suddenly, his eyes lighting up. "Wait. That's it, isn't it? It-it's like a test, ne? If I accept then it'll prove to you that I'm willing to fight for you...risk my life for your love," he became more and more animated as he warmed up to the idea. "Oh, Kazutaka! How perfectly romantic!"
Muraki was surprised yet again not expecting this kind of response.
Doesn't he realize how serious this is? He calls it a bluff? Truly he is mad.
But rather than argue the point, Muraki decided to use it to his advantage. Let him think what he wants. That this is some glorified test to see whether or not this boy is worthy of his affections. As long as it brings him to Tsuzuki that's all that matters.
"Yes. That's exactly right," Muraki said quietly. "Do you accept my lover's challenge?"
"Hmph. Why doesn't this person challenge me to my face if he's so 'insulted'? Isn't he the bigger coward for not doing that, hmmm?" the boy taunted, a sly look on his oily face.
Muraki clamped his teeth hard lest a few obscenities spewed forth. Instead he raised his right hand, a blue flame rose forth and with a flick of his wrist, sent the crackle of energy arrowing to the boy's chest. With a cry, he smacked hard on the far wall, sputtering.
"YOU DARE INSULT MY ASATO?! YOU CONTEMPTIBLE, PASTY-FACED...!" Muraki squeezed his eyes shut, counting to ten.
I can't lose my temper, I can't.
"Why, Kazutaka?!" the youth whined, clearly confused and clumsily getting to feet. "Why do you keep doing that?!"
"Do you accept my lover's challenge or not?"
Blinking stupidly, the boy narrowed his beady eyes.
"First of all, don't call him 'your lover!' That titles belongs to me!"
Both of the doctor's fists clenched against his sides.
The boy stared back pointedly unperturbed by Muraki's hard features and tense body.
"Wellllll, I don't know..." he muttered, rubbing his arm and wincing. "If I accept this person...this 'Asato'," Muraki's eyes narrowed. "And win, will you treat me better? Will you forget your old miserable life and live here contentedly and love me and only me?"
Pressing his lips tightly together. It was on the tip of his tongue to blurt out what he really felt.
Of course I will not love you, you bastard! Nor will I ever! I will destroy this house and everything in it, you included, you miserable...
"Yes. I will forget my old life and live here," Muraki said, his voice flat, his shoulders slightly slumped. "And...love...you," practically choking on the last word.
Gleefully, the boy jumped up and down clapping his hands like an overgrown schoolboy.
"Then I accept! I accept! I accept this person's challenge and I will win you, Kazutaka Muraki!" he sing-songed. "And we'll be happy! Happy, happy, happy, happy, happy! So verrrryyyy haaaappppyyyyy"
Almost clamping his hands over his ears, Muraki marched forcefully out of the room onto the balcony.
Insufferable fool.
The cool breeze of the early dawn hours bit into his skin through his thin shirt, causing goose-flesh to rise and ruffle his feathery bangs. He shivered a bit from that but mostly from the realization that soon he would be seeing his lover in the flesh. He could hardly contain his excitement.
Asato...it has worked! Soon I'll set my eyes on you...your beautiful, living self in front of me. The bastard thinks this a test to win me...let him believe that or anything else he wants...as long as I see you again.
Muraki sighed deeply. Soon this nightmare will come to an end. There was no doubt in the doctor's mind about it being over and concluding in their favor. They would be free of this lunatic and back together. However...silver brows furrowed slightly. Biting his lip, Muraki couldn't help the nagging seed of anxiety deep in his belly.
Asato
He will be all right. He is the most powerful Shinigami. A formidable God of Death. He has fought so many adversaries and came out all those battles in one piece.
Muraki repeated the words, easing his heart a bit. He couldn't help but feel somewhat worried.
I don't want to see him hurt. I know his body can heal any wound within seconds but to see him in pain, to see him suffer...I-I couldn't bear that.
Kazutaka...
Muraki's eyes widened.
Asato!
Rushing to the edge of the garden, Muraki tried again.
Asato? I heard you! Asato...please, beloved...
Kazutaka...? I...I hear you...
BELOVED!
Is it really possible...to talk to you...I'm awake now...I'm awake...
I am as well! I was just thinking of you...I did as you asked...The bastard has accepted your challenge...
Good...deliver him here...and alone, Kazutaka! This is between him and me...no one else...I can't wait to...see you...
Nor I...beloved...soon...very soon we'll be in each other's arms...
Yes...
Be strong...I believe in you...
Kazuta--
Muraki blinked at the cut in communication. It should have alarmed him, but something inkled at him that Tsuzuki was all right.
Perhaps he was interrupted by a phone or a coworker. Yes. Asato is all right. He's waiting for me.
"Tsuzuki!"
The brunette turned sharply at the sound of his name.
"Tatsumi? What is it? What's wrong?" he asked hurridly, a bit irritated at the interruption. He had talked to Muraki! His heart pounded hard in his excitement. He had just finished dressing and was toweling his hair dry, his thoughts focused solely on his pale lover, hoping that Muraki was all right and awake. And it had happened.
Be strong...I believe in you...
Despite staring at a scowling Tatsumi, Tsuzuki smiled.
"Tsuzuki? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to barge in but you need to explain what you meant by that statement and ...well, you've been taking a long time in the shower and..." the secretary finished lamely, shrugging a bit.
"Afraid that I would call down Touda in the shower or drown myself or commit..."
"Tsuzuki!" the taller man was clearly shocked. "Of course not! Please. Don't make light of such a thing."
Tsuzuki shook his head at his friend.
"I'm sorry, Tatsumi. Let's go into the living room with the others. There's things we need to discuss, ne?" the brunette led the way and saw Watari and Hisoka sitting on the large white couch muttering amongst themselves.
Both guardians abruptly stopped their conversation looking at Tsuzuki concernedly. Sitting himself down next to his friends, the violet-eyed man smiled reassuringly.
"Guys, first off, thanks again for doing what you did. Trying to keep me safe, I mean," he said softly. Watari grabbed his hand and squeezed.
"Tsuzuki, we just...we just didn't know what to do! It was going against your wishes but without knowing for sure if Muraki was really dead..."
"I know, I know. I was so certain at the time. Something deep inside me broke clean through. I don't how to explain it. The connection...it was severed...cut clean. I was so sure Kazutaka was gone," Tsuzuki whispered weakly his heart squeezing painfully at the memory. He took a deep breath.
"I talked to Kazutaka again and--"
"WHAT?!"
From all three guardians the word reverberated in the small room.
Tsuzuki chuckled lightly. "I did. Just now. He's all right. He's waiting for me," he stated looking at each of their astonished faces.
"Waiting for you?"
"Is he coming here?
"You talked to him just now?"
"How?"
Tsuzuki beamed at the group's questions.
"My Kazutaka is all right. He delivered my challenge to his captor and they will be coming here," he replied noting their even more shocked expressions.
"I can hardly believe it...you and Muraki..." Hisoka whispered, the teenager's emeralds wide. "Does it seem to be getting easier and easier, Tsuzuki?"
"Yeah, I mean, I was thinking of Kazutaka and praying he was all right and he spoke. Kazutaka and his captor will be coming here and I suggest we prepare. Tatsumi, you and Watari should set up a barrier around the perimeter of the house and..."
"Wait, Tsuzuki! Do you think it's a good idea to fight here? There isn't that much soon and with a barrier shield it'll be even more restricted," Hisoka chimed in. Watari nodded in agreement.
"Good thinking, Bon. Maybe we should be moving the battle to a open field in a remote area," the blonde offered. "Tatsumi?"
The secretary nodded.
"Yes. Less damage and more importantly, innocent people won't be harmed in the crossfire," he replied, stroking his chin. He glanced at Tsuzuki noticing his slight frown. "You've mentioned before, Tsuzuki, that neither you nor the doctor know of the true nature of this person. He could be in the guise of a mortal but able to command an army or he could very well be a naive, foolish human who doesn't realize how serious a situation he's put himself into. Whatever he is an open an area as we can find will prove to be beneficial."
Tsuzuki walked to the French windows peering keenly at the colorful garden, his violet eyes thoughtful.
"That's true," he said slowly. "But as I didn't think of that, Kazutaka will be coming here," he turned back to his friends. "First they come here and then I'll take them to the other location."
"Just you! But, we want to help, too, Tsuzuki!" Hisoka protested coming forward a few steps. "All of us should go together in case of what Tatsumi-san was talking about! This person could trick you and ambush you! We shouldn't take that chance!"
"Bon's right. We have to go with you, Tsuzuki. I don't like the idea of you taking this...this enemy alone. If he sees you have backup then maybe he'll think twice before trying to pull something underhanded." Watari added, standing behind the teenager.
"I appreciate it, Hisoka, Watari, but--"
"Tsuzuki, we insist!" Hisoka exclaimed a bit angry. Tsuzuki was so stubborn! "We don't have to take part in the battle but we should be close by in case of trouble! We could be like...like your seconds," the teenager offered hopefully.
"My seconds?" the brunette asked, puzzled, tilting his dark head a bit to the side.
"Yeah!" Seeing the encouraging look from Watari, Hisoka continued more confidently. "I read about them in the history books. When there was a duel, the duelers would appoint a friend or friends to act as his seconds. The seconds would make the arrangements, the time and place and they'd bring the weapons and make sure everything was above board. No dirty tricks," the boy shrugged. "Seeing as how you already made the arrangements we can still be there to show support. Come on, Tsuzuki! We're not supposed to engage in any confrontations alone and you know it's a good idea!"
Tsuzuki looked at each anxious face.
"If I agree to this then I want you to promise me, all of you, that you'll stay out it! I mean it! This is my fight, mine!" his violet eyes glittered when he saw Tatsumi was about to speak. "No interference!"
All three grimly nodded their heads clearly troubled.
"And another thing," Tsuzuki continued, his voice softer. "If I should...lose then promise me that you'll take Kazutaka back with you. Don't hesitate, don't try to help me. Just take him and get out of there. Do you promise?"
Hisoka gasped. Watari's golden eyes blinked several times.
"Tsuzuki..." Tatsumi whispered. "You can't mean that you want us to leave you there..."
"PROMISE ME! You've already broken one promise, Tatsumi! Not to interfere in my decision to end my life! I should be furious with you but...I understand. But in this you'll do what I say or I'll never forgive you!" Tsuzuki's smaller frame trembled at his conviction, startling his friends.
Tatsumi swallowed and lowered his head. His heart warring with his head and against his better judgement, he relented. For now.
"All right, Tsuzuki. I'll do as you say," he replied, shaken. But he already made up his mind to do what he felt was right. If there was just the sign of trouble, he would do everything he could to protect Tsuzuki. But could he live with the fact that he betrayed Tsuzuki? If it meant the difference between Tsuzuki alive or Tsuzuki dead then he would take such a risk. Besides, Tsuzuki would have to forgive him someday. It wasn't in the brunette's nature to hold a grudge.
Tsuzuki looked at the other two pointedly.
"Promise," they each mumbled, not happy. Tsuzuki gave a sharp nod.
"Thank you."
"Tsuzuki, do you know when they're coming?" Hisoka broke in, wanting to break the tension.
The brunette sighed.
"It's hard to say. It depends if Kazutaka's captor is outraged enough to take my challenge as an insult and risk his hideaway in order to kill me," Tsuzuki bit his lip. He had also thought of the possibility that the boy would ignore it completely and stay away thus keeping Muraki forever. His heart squeezed within his chest painfully. He didn't want to think that!
Never to see Kazutaka again...
Tsuzuki swayed a bit on his feet.
"Tsuzuki, you okay?!" Watari reached him first, grabbing his shoulders. "Maybe you should sit down," guiding the dark-haired man to the sofa.
"I'm all right," he protested weakly, but the blonde's grip was firm.
"Now, you listen here. You have to gain your strength for what's ahead so no arguing!" he gently pushed his friend against the soft cushions. "Just do as I say, okay, Tsuzuki? Plenty of rest and nourishing food and you'll be ready for anything."
"All right, Watari," Tsuzuki turned his body to rest his head at one end and his feet on the other. He did feel tired. Slowly his eyes fluttered closed. "Don't let me sleep too long...I don't want to miss Kazutaka," he murmured, eyes sliding shut. Soon he was breathing deeply.
"Poor Tsuzuki. I didn't realize he was THAT exhausted!" Watari fetched a blanket from the hall closet and draped it over the sleeping brunette. "He certainly is adament about this being his battle, isn't he?"
Hisoka shoved his hands into his jean pockets. "Yeah. I wish we didn't have to promise him that...I mean, what are we supposed to do if things get bad?! Just watch Tsuzuki getting beat and leave him bleeding there?! Such a baka!"
"It's what he wants," Watari replied sadly. "I'm against it too. Besides I know Muraki wouldn't allow it. He's going to fight us tooth and nail. He'd NEVER leave Tsuzuki to suffer and be led away. Never."
"Then we shouldn't," Tatsumi said quietly. "We all three should come up with a plan in case things get 'out of hand.'
Hisoka's face lit up.
"Yeah!"
"NO!"
The teenager's head whipped around, surprised.
"We can't do that. We promised Tsuzuki. We PROMISED him, Tatsumi," the blonde emphasised. "We already failed once. And I for one won't do it again."
"But if it means his safety--" the secretary protested, agitated. "Are you saying you're all right with letting our friend die?"
Watari flinched.
"Of course, I'm not! But let's not jump in unnecessarily! We have to let Tsuzuki do this! For himself! Can't you see how important this is to him? It's his demon nature...he has to prove to his lover that he's worthy of him," seeing Tatsumi baffled expression, the blonde explained. "Hisoka had read up on the subject of demons from several texts...their traditions and pecking order and mating rituals. And demons prize their mates above all else. It's a matter of pride and honor that they prove to their mates that they are worthy of their consort. So for Tsuzuki this is kind of like a test. If he backs down or shows fear or doesn't meet his adversary then he thinks he'll lose honor in Muraki's eyes."
It was on the tip of Tatsumi's tongue to call the whole thing ridiculous, that Tsuzuki didn't need to prove he was a powerful Shinigami but he refrained, seeing the golden orbs glittering back at him.
"Tsuzuki couldn't retreat from this even if he wanted to," Watari further explained. "Don't you see? It's IN him, his inheirant nature that pushes him forward."
And Muraki must be LOVING this. Tatsumi combed his fingers through his brown hair, exasperated. He was sure Muraki was the one pushing Tsuzuki into this folly, all puffed up and gloating, taunting the brunette.
Do this for me, beloved, and I'll not think you a coward! Prove to me you're the strongest of them all and I'll LOVE you all the more!!
For Tatsumi it was too much. Muraki's fault. All of it that doctor's fault. Now Tsuzuki was going to get himself killed just to prove his love to that worthless man! Tatsumi was more resolved than ever to carry his plan out. Without or without the others' help.
Watari had been watching his ex-lover closely, almost seeing the wheels turning inside Tatsumi's head. What was he up to? The blonde scientist had a sinking feeling Tatsumi was going to go through with his scheme of 'protecting' Tsuzuki despite everything he had said. Well, he would have to make his own plans along with Hisoka. All this back-stabbing and deceit shamed Watari. What was happening with Tatsumi to make him act so? And would have to happen to make him snap out of it? Whatever it took, Watari hoped it would happen soon and hard enough to make Tatsumi come to his senses.
But for now, he would need to confer with Hisoka.
"Tatsumi-san. We ARE going to let Tsuzuki handle this, ne?" Hisoka looked up at his superior, green eyes wide. He looked so young at the moment.
Tatsumi nodded.
"We should be at the ready for any possibility. But, yes. It is Tsuzuki's fight," he said slowly, glancing down at the still slumbering Tsuzuki.
"How should I dress I wonder? Something snazzy certainly. But understated not too flashy. Although, I do want to show this person that I'm a man of means and more than capable of taking care of you. Appearances and first impressions are important. Why, when I first set eyes on you, Kazutaka, you impressed me quite a bit. Fell head over heels for you in an instant. Yes, sir. That's all it took. And it was the same for you, ne?" he turned to the pale blonde and smiled goofily. "Are you listening, Kazutaka!"
With his back toward the boy, Muraki rolled his eyes.
"Kazutaka!!"
Muraki continued to ignore, staring at the vast indigo sky, his long arms crossed over his chest.
Asato
"KAZUTAKA!!" the boy shrieked again. Muraki turned slowly not in the least perturbed. "Aren't you going to help me pick something out?! This is important to me and you're just standing there! I have a lot to do and you're not helping in the slightly!"
"I have no intention of helping you. My sole concern is only for my beloved," he said quietly, happy to see the boy's face turn a queer shade of purple.
"WHAT?! I'M YOUR BELOVED! ME AND ONLY ME! That's what this battle is all about! To show you that you're placing your affections on the wrong one!" stomping heavily in front of the taller man, the boy squared off. "I'm the one who's putting his life on the line here. And you don't seem to care! But you'll see. Once I show you what I can do and get rid of this 'person' you'll realize what a horrible mistake you've been making, how far off your allegiance was misplaced and you'll shower ME with love and affection!"
Quick as a flash, the boy was all smiles and good cheer.
"And we'll celebrate my victory! We'll dine at the best gourmet restaurant and gaze into each other's eyes across the table and we'll go dancing afterwards and hold each other close! Oh! And you'll buy me roses, a thousand red roses which I'll scatter all over the bedroom and for dessert..." he grinned lustfully. "For dessert we'll really belong to each other in every sense of the word!"
Shuddering, the pale blonde's silver eyes lowered half-mast.
"None of that will happen," Muraki's voice a low growl. "My beloved will be the victor in this battle. He will triumph over you and the moment that happens, the very moment I see your scrawny body blown to bits and your pathetic face covered in blood, I...WILL...GLORY...IN...IT," he hissed, his tall frame rigid in anger, silver orbs glinting hard as diamonds.
The boy blinked stupidly for several moments. Muraki turned his back again and opened the French doors. He needed some air. He walked but two steps when he heard a cold voice behind him chilling along his spine.
"Fine. Then you should stay here as it would be far too distressing for you."
TBC
A/N: The story is going much longer than I anticipated and I really hope it's not too drawn out. Until next time!