Summary: After Gensou Kai and Kamakura Arc. Tsuzuki and Hisoka were assigned to a new mission. Meanwhile, some mysterious characters, with same intention as Muraki, appeared to harass Hisoka for some purpose. M x H, T x H

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.

Warning: yaoi scenes and implied sex

Please read and review! Puppy eyes

To Warchild: Arigato, glad u like my previous chappy, hope u enjoy this coming one.. gotto crack my brain for better plots…

To Aerine Lillet: Thank you, glad u like it, wish I can put in more fuzzy parts, but it's quite restricted due to site regulation. I used the name Kudo, coz of Detective Conan, hope Kudo Shinichi will not run after me for revenge (lol)

To Liliath: Arigato for reviewing…hope u like it..

CHAPTER #14: INNER DEMON

Oriya knocked on the traditional paper door gently: "Ukyou-chan, the breakfast is ready."

It had been weeks since Ukyou came to stay in Oriya's place. Oriya was worried about the lady. For weeks, Oriya had witnessed her pain of being torment by spirits around her. Muraki had told him that she had been suffering it since childhood.

Oriya sighed inwardly.

A few minutes passed. There was no response.

"Ukyou-chan?" Oriya called again and pulled the door open. The lady was nowhere to be seen.

The world swirled around him in his sleep, different aspects of his life splintering apart like scattered sakura petals. Events that genuinely had transpired intermixed freely with those that hadn't but were drawn from his deepest fears and imaginings.

For some reason, Hisoka wasn't surprised. It was more than just the way that everything seemed to make sense in the dream, no matter how nonsensical. It felt as if everything that had been happening to him lately was leading to this.

One moment, Kurosaki Hisoka saw himself raped by Muraki under the sakura trees few years ago and other moment he found himself sitting face to face with Oriya in his Kyoto inn.

"You cannot win Muraki with your hatred, boy." Oriya said, puffing out smoke from his pipe.

"Then, how? How can I fight over him!" Hisoka screeched at the man before him, leaping at him and pulled him by his collar. "Other than hatred, what else can I DO!"

Oriya looked into Hisoka's eyes with cool calmness. His face transformed into Nagare's. Somehow, Hisoka did not flinch as though it was normal that way.

"Why didn't you help me when Muraki attacked me, Father?" Hisoka shook the man.

"Because, you have to undergo calamities in order to become strong, Hisoka. That is our destiny as the descendents of samurai line." Nagare replied: "If you never lose, you'll never gain a higher level."

Abruptly, Hisoka found himself bound and in spread eagle manner before Muraki. The doctor was musing himself with a knife in one hand.

"Now, let's begin our training, boy." Muraki grinned, tapping the blade of his knife on his other hand.

Abruptly as the doctor had appeared, he moved close to Hisoka and twisted the knife into the heart of the boy.

Hisoka screamed.

"I'll remove your precious Tsuzuki-san next, so that you'll be mine wholly." Muraki's face twisted in evil greed.

Claps of thunders erupted, jerking Hisoka from his dream. Flashes of lightning illuminated the white walls of his dark hostel room. He was safe on his bed, alone.

"Tsuzuki?" Hisoka whispered, feeling his partner's emotion in the room that he had left not too long ago. There was no sight of the violet eye Shinigami. He must have been watching over Hisoka and for certain reason, he had left the room. Hisoka heaved a sign of relief, remembering the awkward nightmare.

Suddenly, Hisoka tensed. Someone else had been in the room with Tsuzuki in the room earlier before.

Muraki.

Climbing out of bed, Hisoka used the wall as support to move to the door. He felt his legs weak under him and cursed himself for being so pathetic. It took him a few minutes before he reached the door.

Please, you must be alright, Tsuzuki….. Hisoka thought anxiously.

Tsuzuki coiled himself in the washroom, covering his head with his arms.

"You are just like me, Tsuzuki-san," Muraki sneered: "your soul desires other lives and blood just like I do, don't forget that."

"That… that is absolutely untrue!" Tsuzuki grinded in pain.

Flashes of memory appeared in his mind eyes. Blood, deaths and his elder sister-Ruka's corpse.

Flashback a few minutes ago…..

Tsuzuki was worried sick as he sat by Hisoka's bed, watching the boy stirring uneasily in his bed.

It had been days since he brought the unconscious Hisoka back from the abandoned house. According to the police, no suspect had been found yet, not even Muraki was investigated as he had an alibi for not around when the murder was committed.

For the next few days, Hisoka was running high fever and kept muttering senseless words. Sometimes, he cried for help in his sleep, sometimes, he curled himself in fear in his dreams. A number of times, Tsuzuki balked slightly as the boy screamed out Muraki's name in rage.

"That Muraki must have been harassing Bon again." Watari shook his head.

"That Muraki…" Tsuzuki shivered, both in rage and fear: "He's here again?"

Tatsumi rested a hand on his shoulder: "Don't worry, the Hade of Death has summoned us to assist in this case. Although our mission is to investigate the missing of the dead boy's soul, we'll drop by to your aid once at a time."

"Arigato, Tatsumi." Tsuzuki smiled gratefully.

Tatsumi and Watari had taken up posts of teachers in the school. Fortunately, the next few days were school holidays and the two Shinigami took the opportunity to wander elsewhere, collecting information while Tsuzuki accompanied the feverish Hisoka.

Tsuzuki sighed deeply as he brushed the boy's hair from his face. He could not help admiring Hisoka's beauty as he stirred in his sleep. Tsuzuki leaned forward. He was about to kiss Hisoka's lips when the door suddenly opened behind him.

Startled, Tsuzuki turned back to meet the silver eyes of the doctor-Muraki.

"Oho, we've met again, Tsuzuki-san." Muraki smiled, looking at the sound asleep Hisoka, he shifted his attention back to the older Shinigami: "Maybe we can have a chat inside, if you wouldn't mind our conversation disturbing our dear pretty boy."

"We'll talk outside, leave Hisoka out of this!" Tsuzuki growled.

"What do you want, Muraki? If it's me you want, don't get Hisoka involved!" Tsuzuki shouted the moment they were out of the room.

"I'm surprised you enjoy playing the game of pretending as though you are normal like anyone." Muraki began: "You are a monster, just like me, Tsuzuki-san."

"If you are here to lecture me, please leave this place and don't harass Hisoka anymore, he is INNOCENT!"

"Innocent you say? Maybe you do not know that, but this boy is all along my possession since my meeting with him three years ago before his death. Pardon me for saying this, but there is no way that I can ignore the presence of my beautiful puppet."

"Furthermore, you know yourself. You know what you have done many years ago when you were alive, Tsuzuki-san. I have all my records from my grandfather's medical books." Muraki grinned unkindly: "Like the mass massacre of your hometown in 1920."

Tsuzuki's eyes were bewildered.

"If you think you can ignore the fact of your identity and continue living like nothing as happen before, then you are wrong." Muraki looked at the watch on his wrist: "I need to make a move, see you next time."

"You are just like me, Tsuzuki-san," Muraki paused: "your soul desires other lives and blood just like I do, don't forget that."

Tsuzuki remained still as even as the sound of the doctor faltered into the darkness of the corridor. Staggering, Tsuzuki made his way into his bedroom.

"You can't get away with all the killings…" Tsuzuki looked into the mirror to see his reflection staring back at him with dark grin: "the blood on your hands will never be cleansed away.."

Tsuzuki screamed and smashed the mirror with his hands. Shattered glass flew all over the washbasin. Blood spattered on the floor.

Tsuzuki looked into his hands, blood oozed out from his wounds.

"Tsuzuki." Hisoka's voice called from behind.

Tsuzuki felt gentle arms hugged him from behind.

"Hisoka…" Tsuzuki whispered.

"I'll bandage your cuts." Hisoka said in small voice and shifted his arms away.

"No, wait, Hisoka," Tsuzuki cried and grabbed Hisoka, pulling the boy into his arms: "Don't leave me!"

Hisoka's eyes widened as he felt the older man planted his lips on his own.

"I… I want you, Hisoka…" Tsuzuki panted on Hisoka's lips and pushed the boy onto his bed, following that, he pinned the boy's arms above his head, climbed on top of him and removed their clothing…….

Lightning flashed in a moment, showing shadows of two entwining figures on the bed for a long long time.

Morning came. Sunlight came streaming in like bright spring water.

Hisoka lay on the bed, deep in Tsuzuki's embrace. He blushed as he felt his bare skin brushing along his partner's. He had never feel so warm and safe after what he had done last night before.

But then, Hisoka saddened. He could feel Tsuzuki's emotion strongly when they were having sex.

Blood.. corpses.. Tsuzuki's past hatred of himself for not able to control he himself and fear as bodies fell around him

These, Hisoka could see that vividly with his empathy ability.

"You awake, Hisoka?" Tsuzuki yawned: "Ohayo."

"Ohayo, Tsuzuki." Hisoka said and added with a grumble: "You were rough on me, you know?"

"Go..Gomen!" Tsuzuki stammered in fright, fearing Hisoka would jump up and run off.

"Don't worry, I'm not angry." Hisoka sighed.

There was a scream at the door.

"Bon… Tsuzuki… what… You both did it!" Watari shuttered in surprise.

"Oh damnit!" Hisoka covered his face in embarrassment, pushing Tsuzuki away, wrapped a cloth round his waist and hastily made his way to the bathroom.

Tsuzuki grinned sheepishly at Watari.

"I suggest you both get married." Watari put up a finger happily: "I can get Bon to try my sex changing potion!"

A cake of soap flew out of the door, straight into Watari's face.

"Don't you dare!" screeched Hisoka, poking his head out of the bathroom door.

"That Watari," fumed Tatsumi as he walked along the street: "He is supposed to come back from the hostel and help me with the investigation!" Tatsumi started planning how he was going to 'grill' the scientist Shinigami when he returned back to the hostel.

Suddenly, he paused. There was something evil in the air. Tatsumi ran ahead, following the trace.

In a deserted part of an alley coiled a woman deep in pain. To Tatsumi's shock, there were evil spirits hovering over her, refusing to suspense.

"Don't panick, Miss, I'll help you!" Tatsumi called and summoned his shadows and attacked the spirits.

With snares of anger, the spirits vanished.

"Are you alright, Miss? What has happened?" Tatsumi helped the lady up. Despite her age, the lady had the complexion of a teenage girl.

"It… it has been like this for a long time.. Arigato for saving me, Mister…" The lady whispered weakly.

"Let me send you home. How do I address you, Miss?" Tatsumi enquired.

"Ukyou. You can call me Ukyou." Ukyou replied.

TBC

AN: Alright, a crappy and short chapter this time as there has been too many things happening in my real life. Couldn't think how to go about this fic. I would greatly love to have lemon in this fic, but due to ff regulation, I have to cut and tone down the scenes. I'll elaborate and add the lemon scenes when I update my mediaminer and adultfanfiction accounts.