I am sooo sorry for not updating sooner but it's been a crazy couple of weeks and sometimes as i'm sure you all know life can suck.
This chapter isn't very good sorry but i wanted to get something out to you guys and i promise i'll try to get the next chapter up soon.
Sorry guys
~yukitsukamoon~
I OWN NOTHING YNM IS NOT MINE!!!!!!!!!!!! song used all these lives by Daughtry
Doesn't come down when she calls,
"It's time for breakfast."
Momma can't get down those halls
Fast enough to see
Glass is sprayed across the floor
From the broken window.
She can't breathe anymore.
Can't deny what we know.
They're gonna find you, just believe.
You're not a person; you're a disease.
All these lives that you've been taking,
Deep inside, my heart is breaking.
Broken homes from separation.
Don't you know it's violation?
It's so wrong, but you'll see.
Never gonna let you take my world from me.
The world outside these walls may know you're breathing,
But you ain't comin' in.
You ain't comin' in.
Posters hung on building walls
Of missing faces.
Months go by without the cause,
The clues, or traces.
They're gonna find you, just believe.
You're not a person; you're a disease.
Hisoka shot up shaking and heard his own scream of fear echo throughout the darkness. His chest heaved with each breath and he felt disoriented and confused. Once he calmed himself down he realized he was on his side with a pale arm draped over him. His eye's widened and he tried moving but pain shot up his backside and he moaned in pain. His naked body felt sore and Hisoka closed his eye's tight knowing all to well what happened. Tears came to his eye's and the blonde started to cry uncontrollable. He just wanted all of this to end. The rapes, the suffering, the pain, and the loneliness. He wanted to held and loved normally not like this anymore. "...Tsuzuki ...", He knew Tsuzuki would make the pain stop and that his warm embrace would chase away the darkness and loneliness. He couldn't do it alone any more, he needed to be saved.
He felt the bed shift and the arm around him tightened slightly. His eye's widened when lips kissed the back of his neck and pain shot through him as his empathy picked up on the emotions, he couldn't even decipher anymore. He held his head with a shaking hand and cried harder. He couldn't hold back the emotion anymore. Couldn't hide it from Muraki any longer.
"Ssshh. It's okay," Muraki whispered into the youths ear. Then Hisoka felt as if something snapped in him and he found the courage to talk back.
"N...n,no it's not", Hisoka cried feeling his body shake even more. "You drug me, you humiliate me, take advantage of me, confuse me, and put my friends in danger. It's not okay...",The bed shifted and Muraki was sitting up towering over the youth. " I can't take it anymore...this is too much...just kill me... Please kill me...I can't take it anymore..."
Muraki stared at the crying teen and smiled while gently cupping his face.
"Don't say such things after last night."
"All you did and all you ever do is satisfy your own needs!", Hisoka snapped slapping the hand away and sitting up trying to ignore the pain in his body. "You do it, no matter how much it hurts anyone else as long as you get off it's fine!"
Muraki smirked sitting back,
"You climaxed under my touch...didn't you?", Muraki mocked getting up and pulling on a pair of silk pajama pants. Hisoka cruel humor surfacing.
"That's a bodily reaction and you drugged me!!", Hisoka screeched gripping the sheets.
Muraki glared at the youth before throwing some clothing at him.
"Get dressed breakfast is ready."
Hisoka was about to prolong the fight but was cut off.
"I suggest you do it now!"
Hisoka obeyed and felt a strange feeling in his stomach. He pulled his jeans and shirt on and felt another harsh pain in his abdomen. He failed to see the satisfied smile on Muraki's face when he put his hand to his stomach. The pain faded and the blonde followed Muraki out the door. They walked in a tense silence towards the kitchen and Hisoka's attention was brought to a window when he felt sunlight hit his face. He looked outside and felt a pain in his chest. "Freedom...", he thought. He watched the gentle breeze outside twist and turn the tree branches, breaking off leaves and sending then twirling into the sky. The beautiful blue sky and the clouds carelessly drifting was too much. Hisoka put a hand up to the window and felt his body start to shake. "I need to get out."
Then a hand came up to Hisoka's on the window and trapped his fingers in the their own.
"What are you wishing for, Doll?" Muraki said amused.
Hisoka stared at the long fingers overlapping his. "Their taking away my freedom..my life..." the teen tensed and jerked his hand away while backing away from Muraki. Then without really realizing it he broke into a desperate run. His mind was racing and everything seemed unreal. He didn't even bother looking behind him because he knew the man was after him and that he would punished for his disobedience. But he felt like he had to try. He had to try and get out, to get away and get back to...
"NO STOP!!!"
Hisoka jumped and crashed into a window. The brittle glass broke under the force and under his weight. He felt the shards of glass pierce his skin but he didn't care. He was outside of the house, even if it was only for a minute, he was free. He felt the cool breeze in his hair and breathed in the crisp air. It was the best feeling in the world at that moment. Then he hit the ground with a sickening crack and reality crashed back into him. He knew he had to run if he wanted to keep his freedom, he had to fight. With trembling limbs he lifted himself up and tried to stand but couldn't. Pain shot through his body and he felt glass drive further into his legs. Tears of frustration came to the youths eyes as he desperately tried to make his limbs work the way he wanted them too. He was so close but so far way from what he wanted. From what he needed. Hisoka collapsed onto the ground and cried out in misery. "Damn it! Damn it!" He screamed in his mind. "Please help me. God please make it stop..."
Muraki ran out of the house to were the young empath lay. Blood soaking through his clothes and pieces of glass embedded in his pale skin. His body lay motionless on the lush grass and his dull tear stained eye's stared out longing for freedom that he couldn't grasp. The man kneeled down and check for a pulse. To his relief there was a beat and he gently brushed hair from the youths face.
"I'm sorry bouya your to precious of a specimen to let go now.", Muraki said picking up the youth and he heading towards his lab. He looked down at the youths abdomen and was thankful not many shards hit his stomach.
"Thank goodness."
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