Almost done with the fic. Maybe two or three more chapters left.
Kiko, MYSOU, Trans and Kaouri18, thank you for your reviews! Hope you enjoy this next chapter.
Hisoka and Tsuzuki entered their apartment tiredly. It had been a long heated discussion and in the end had gotten them nowhere. Especially since Hisoka's empathy was acting up. He was never going to look at the odd pair the same ever again.
Walking in to his room Hisoka let the back wash of the hall's light fall into the room. Yoru was asleep the lines of distress smoothed in a dreamless sleep. 'Maybe not so dreamless' Hisoka thought when he caught a light glow on the base of her neck when she turned away from the annoying light.
Tiredly he walked back his feet dragging and wanting only to be in his love's arms. He found the living room empty but the futon set out. Spotting the light from the kitchen he walked over and smiled lightly. Tsuzuki was making some soothing tea before bed, and by the smell of it, it was Hisoka's favorite.
Turning with two steaming cups, Tsuzuki smiled and held one out. When Hisoka took the cup Tsuzuki clasped Hisokas free hand with his own leading Hisoka back into the living room where they sat side by side drinking.
It was a peaceful moment, one neither of them thought they would ever have had the pleasure of enjoying. The best part was they did not have to say anything to fill the silence. It was enough to simply…be there.
The next two days were miserable and tense. After Yorus dreamless night things began to spiral down once again. Muraki resurfaced like the plague keeping the department, or at least the five occupied. The days where nightmares as they chased dead ends and stood uselessly by as they could do nothing to stop him.
The security for Hisoka and Yoru increased dramatically, the teens being unable to be alone at any time as they never knew when that sneaky bastard would strike again. They knew it was crucial but even at that both being empaths at close proximity and the tension and other negative feelings, not to mention ..other tension filled emotions, where grating and made them both irritable.
Hisoka was going stir crazy and it had only been two days. He knew it was for safety, hell he had a healthy does of fear himself but really. If that wasn't enough the nights were pure horror.
Every night Yoru would wake up screaming bloody murder, and unfortunately those words fit exactly what she dreamt. And every night she would close up tighter than a clam and retreat into her own little world, each passing day making it harder for the girl and her co-workers.
Hisoka knew this was bad, really bad. At times he could hear the echoes of malevolent laughter that could only belong to one person. Others he would hear sneers and taunts from people he had never heard or meet before, but along with the taunts came images. A tall dark man with black hair and cold, calculating eyes and a petite woman with an abundance of dark blue hair. The eyes where as dark and as cold as the night.
There was no mistaking these where Yoru's parents. He felt a kin hurt to hers as he caught images through out the days and nights. The disappointment, anger, and disgust they portrayed to her.
Hisoka walked slowly to Watari's lab, he needed some down time and he wasn't too comfortable with Tatsumi and Tsuzuki, well Hisoka needed a break form those caring and worried eyes. To be honest, it seemed like Tsuzuki was now the empath as he had a clear path to his emotions and thoughts, a little alarming to someone who never had to worry about that before.
He peeked in and saw Watari concentrating on his computer. Good. Walking in quietly he walked over to the window Yoru loved and stared out. He knew Watari wouldn't ask, not now and that's what he needed.
He concentrated on the still shadow on the groove. This was so much more difficult, even more than Tsubaki. At that time it had been…superficial, for lack of better word but the pain had been real, the guilt acute and now, here with Yoru…
Hisoka sighed and leaned his head against the window. It was nearly time to go home and he had a bad feeling tonight something big was going to happen something bad. Going by instinct he got up and tapped Watari on the shoulder waiting until Watari slowly resurfaced. Instantly his attention was riveted to the green pools.
"Be on guard tonight."
Watari stared directly at the youth seeing the absolute certainty and even worse underlining of fear. Slowly he nodded. "Send out any kind of signal if you detect anything." was all the golden man said.
Nodding Hisoka turned around to find Tatsumi at the door. A brief clipped nod from the taller man told Hisoka that he had been there long enough to hear and was giving him his full support.
Hisoka nodded and walked out towards his partner his hands cold and clammy. Tonight was a night for nightmares to become reality. The only question was which one?
Yoru paced back and forth across the small apartment her built in radar screaming at her. She had convinced the two that she would be perfectly fine for a few minutes alone while they went to pick up things at Tsuzuki's apartment. Reluctantly they had gone with the promise to be back momentarily.
Yoru was feeling sick, her head was pounding and she was nauseas. She wished she could attribute it to her developing cancer but she knew better. It was these…nightmares. They took a toll on her, keeping her from sleeping and she knew Muraki was behind this. Sleeping or awake that man haunted her, taunting her and she was very afraid that they where not dreams but the man was connecting to her even here in Meifu where he had no access but…her.
Her eyes widened to impossible sizes and flooded with tears. He was using her, touching her in this place where he should have no right of entry. She had brought him here. She had to leave immediately.
Yoru turned to run when a wave of unbearable pain swept through her, dropping her to her knees with a keening noise of a wounded animal.
The compulsion to stay was strong, but she needed to go. It was Muraki, always Muraki but she could fight she could win. Sinister laughter filled her head as it began to spin. She began to panic and clawed her way to the couch trying to use it as a lever to push up.
Her head did a final dizzying dip before the pain became overwhelming and her body betrayed her, the lack of sleep and nutrition forcing her body to shut down.
Minutes or hour later she bolted up her eyes scanning the dark surroundings. She could not feel Hisoka or Tsuzuki near but the dull throb was still there. Sitting up she screamed when she saw Muraki sitting behind her.
"Get away from me!"
"Now, my dear, that is no way to talk to your master."
Yoru stood pulling her blade from her boot. "I have no master but myself. Stop fucking with my head and get out."
Muraki slowly stood and shook his head, his expression that of an exasperated teacher. "How many times must I tell you? You belong to me just as your little friends and parents do."
Yoru began circling the room slowly thinking frantically of a way to warn the others and get herself out of this nightmare. "You might control my parents but they where always weak, their greed for power always their weakness." she said boldly praying her knees would hold her up.
She desperately tried to connect to her only hope, but for some reason she could not access the path that lead to Byakko. Her panic must have shown in her eyes because Muraki smiled slowly triumphantly.
"I see you have discovered you are completely at my mercy. Your guard dog can do nothing for you." Muraki glided past her to the door that in reality would have lead to Hisoka's room but in this trap that was her mind she was frightened of what was behind the door.
With good cause she was soon to discover.
"Would you like to see what happened to my puppets?"
With out waiting for and answer he casually opened the door and invisible hands pulled her dragging feet to the door. A moan of pain and denial broke free of her paralyzed throat.
The two who had been her parents, her jailor and tormenters lied in pool of their own blood sightless eyes turned towards her. Jamming a hand in her mouth she turned her head and backpedaled away from the hideous sight.
"They became too cocky wanting more than was their due. Of course I was through with them anyways. It was of little consequence."
"Now it's time for you to return to me and what is mine."
Yoru heard none of this. She had gone blank, the torment too much for her weary soul. Her spirit was breaking and there was no one there for her.
A small taunting voice was all she heard. "That's right you are alone. Who is here for you? Your friends? No they are to busy with each other, they have someone who cares, who holds them in the dark and comforts them. But you are …alone, always alone and abandoned. Worthless to anyone."
Silent tears coursed down her face from closed eyes.
That is how Hisoka and Tsuzuki found her, leaning against the couch. Abandoning their belongings they quickly went to her calling her name and shaking her slightly. Yoru showed no sing of recognition, her eyes slowly opened but she saw nothing.
"Yoru? Yoru snap out of it!" Hisoka said panicked shaking the girl. It felt like she was slipping away.
Slowly awareness returned to her eyes but they where still dull. Slowly she looked around her before focusing in on the two in front of her. She stood on shaky feet and waved away the concerned hands.
"Tsu-zuki" she whispered softly. The amethyst eyed man leaned towards the girl. Tsuzuki felt a bolt of danger run through him right before he heard a pained whisper "Run!"
Hisoka watched in detached fascination as Tsuzuki flew across the room to land on the kitchen table, breaking it with force of the impact. Turning he saw Yoru smile, but it was no longer Yoru.
Turning he tried to run to Tsuzuki but a cold strong hand stopped him. Whirling he tried to dislodge it but the grip was strong. A burning sensation that could only mean one thing began to spread through out his body. He watched in fascinated horror as the curse marks began to take life across his body. Turning fearful yet defiant eyes to the blank ones before him he tried to talk to Yoru when everything went black.
The last thing he saw was Tsuzuki's limp hand sticking out of the pile of broken wood. His last thought was of his love for Tsuzuki, his concern and a secret.
-.o.0.o-
Muraki smiled as his puppet staggered in to his office, it had taken nearly all the useless girls life force to form a path to Hisoka's ability to enter and exit Meifu and the remaining strength to bring the unconscious beauty to him.
A few feet away from him the young woman collapsed, her chest heaving and blood trickled from her mouth, her frail body trembling. Unconcerned he merely lifted her unconscious burden and kicked the trash to the side. Making his way down the hall he heard the girl struggle to her feet and stagger after him.
Again he dismissed it as he walked to the room he had prepared for his doll. Laying him on the bed he slowly stripped him of the incommodious clothes. Muraki's eyes began gleam as he uncovered the slim and perfect body that he had enjoyed a long time ago.
He was eager to reacquaint himself again but restrained himself as he had enjoyed the screams and begging that came with the beautiful package. Turning he saw the stumbling youth enter the room and slump against the wall.
He was about to order her out to deal with her when a soft moan reached his ears. Muraki was aware the instant his doll realized where he was. Hisoka inhaled a sharp breath and all his muscles clenched.
He knew where he was, he could feel the evil surround him, but he kept his eyes closed. He couldn't face the devil or Yoru's empty betraying eyes. He had known this was a possibility but he had pushed it as far as he could from his mind.
"Welcome back my doll. I told you we would be reunited soon."
Hisoka's eyes snapped open and he lurched to the side when he felt a cold cruel hand trail down his naked body. A small whimper escaped his throat as he tried to jerk away but something was holding him down. Looking down he saw cloths with marking s on them and his heart sank as he realized he had no way of breaking away.
Hisoka refused to look at Muraki, knowing he would loose all composure now that his fears where dominating him. He had been prepared to face his tormentor but the plan had been with Tsuzuki by his side to give him strength and his friends as back up.
Not tied to a bed naked at Murakis complete mercy, although Muraki did not know the meaning of mercy. His scanning eyes landed on a quivering lump. "Yoru!" he cried out softly forgetting he was tied down as he tried to get to the girls side.
He was appalled at the state she was in. Sweating, bleeding, shaking uncontrollably and looking utterly lost. A raging fire of anger built within Hisoka, shadowing the fear. He turned accusing and furious eyes to Muraki's cool assessing ones.
"What the hell have you done to her?"
Muraki carelessly lifted a blanket over Hisoka a stark reminder that he was completely under his control. "Nothing really, she is merely weak."
"You tortured her in her dreams!" Hisoka bit out.
Muraki shrugged "I merely reminded her who she belonged to. Her mind is such a frail thing and she could no longer take it. Unlike you" he said softly running a hand down Hisokas cheek. Hisoka turned his head to the side but to no avail.
Muraki trailed his hand down Hisoka's neck and to his shoulder ignoring the desperate movements of the boy. Leaning down he forced Hisoka to look at him "I will enjoy hearing you scream again. And when you think you can take no more I will bring my beautiful Tsuzuki so he can see what his perfect angel does."
Muraki felt a strong pull if lust when the green pools filled with fear and revulsion. Smiling Muraki pressed his lip against Hisoka, punishing the other ones cruelly pulling the blond locks painfully as the child tried to turn his head away. It wasn't until Muraki tasted blood that he leaned back.
Licking his lips he savored the tangy taste he remembered so well. Muraki reeled in the heady sensation as sheer terror bleed slowly into his dolls face as the crimson river made it's way down the pale chin.
Muraki raked his short nails down Hisokas smooth chest leaving red welts in his wake. He was pleased and challenged when his doll stayed perfectly still, his eyes closed and mouth clenched tight. Oh well there would be time enough later. For now he had to prepare for the upcoming events.
With one last painful rake and raping kiss he left the two trembling chess pieces in the room and walked out.
-.o.0.o-
Tsuzuki groaned and slowly sat up, his muscle protesting loudly. In a rush everything came back and he sprang to his feet. He was unaware that he was screaming out Hisoka's name or the fact that his voice broke with fear. Looking around quickly in the small apartment he was forced to accept what he already knew.
Muraki had both Hisoka and Yoru.
He flashed himself to Tatsumi's apartment a wail of denial building in his soul but restrained by sheer will that was quickly fading. "Tatsumi!"
Tatsumi walked quickly out of his bedroom Watari trailing him. Before either could speak Tsuzuki took Tatsumi by his shirt front "He has them and we are leaving now." He growled.
Tatsumi raised his hands slowly and took hold of Tsuzuki's trembling ones. His face never lost its' calm exterior even as his lover gasped and gripped the back of his shirt. "Tsuzuki, you have to tell us what happened. We can't just charge blindly into a place we don't even know."
Tsuzuki growled and the desperation grew. "What the hell more do you want? Muraki took him from me and I promised him, I promised that it would ok and he trusted me." He finished brokenly.
"I understand but we don't even know where he is. Or what condition they are in. We don't even know how Muraki got in or out." Tatsumi tried to be practical because he knew if he was not, he too would fall apart and at the moment too many where counting on him to keep his cool.
Later, when it was just Watari and himself, after this horrible nightmare was over he could let go. Watari was always there for him and he had come to realize he did not have to maintain his icy exterior and confidence around the blond. He could let go and just…be.
Tsuzuki slowly let go, forcing his fingers to unclench. "I don't care. I'm going and I will find him, I promised him and I won't break that promise."
He turned around to leave but stopped when he felt a light hand on his shoulder turning around he looked over to see Watari a worried look on his face. Tsuzuki knew it was reckless and almost useless but he couldn't bear to think his promise had already been broken because he had allowed the psychopath to take his light.
"Let me get a few things from the lab and we will go with you. It won't take long I promise." the golden man said quietly but firmly. Tsuzuki nodded briefly and they quickly shimmered out.
It was time to hunt, and they where no longer the prey.
-.o.0.o-
Hisoka slowly turned his head, the disgusting feeling of the other mans lips on his making his already upset stomach go for another roll. Looking at the slumped figure he felt tears prick the back of his eyes. She was lying broken on the floor and he had no way of reaching her. Damn Muraki for that, he hadn't even seen if she were seriously injured.
He was afraid of what could have broken such a strong person enough for Muraki to take reign. Hisoka knew the sleepless nights and nightmares plaguing her but they must have been more severe than he had guessed. And now they were at the complete mercy of the devil himself.
The knob turned and Hisoka took a minute to allow panic and fear to run trough his body and show in his face before he quickly hid it in contempt he had no trouble coming up with. As he saw the hypocritical man in white walk towards him his thought quickly took refuge in Tsuzuki, his smiles and comforting arms.
But even that was not enough to contain the sheer terror he felt when he saw the needle in Muraki's hand. But he would not give the sadistic bastard the pleasure of begging, he wasn't the lost frightened boy anymore.
No he was part of a family who would move heaven and earth to find him, and even though the fear was prominent hope was not far behind. He had, had no hope years ago, no one to count on and no reason to want to live but now, he had every reason to fight.
He had Tsuzuki to return to. He knew something would break within him, Muraki would take another little piece of him but the most important part of himself, his love and laughter was all in Tsuzuki's hands now.
Hisoka said nothing as Muraki injected him but his eyes spoke volumes. Muraki smiled and caressed his cheek before he backhanded him hard enough to draw blood.
"That was always a quality I desired in you." Muraki said conversationally as if he had not just struck him. "That fire that burns in your eyes is …captivating." Muraki leaned down close to Hisoka so his lips where pressed against Hisoka's ear and the doctor was pleased when the slighter body trembled.
Taking a deep breath he took in the young boys curiously innocent smell and fear into his lungs. Soon they would no longer be that way and he felt a shaft of desire run through him "What is more pleasing is watching that fire dim and vanish completely under my hands, those delicious screams and pleas that fall so easily from your lips." Muraki licked the trail of blood to the source and was pleased when Hisoka clamped his mouth shut his teeth clenched tightly.
Amused Muraki grasped the boys jaw and exerted painful pressure until Hisoka was forced to open his mouth a hiss of anger or pain escaping his lips before Muraki slammed his mouth over his. Muraki's lips smashed Hisokas painfully against his teeth and when the youth felt that disgusting slimy appendage slither into his mouth he clamped his teeth down hard.
Unfortunately Muraki had felt the muscles prepare for that from his grip and pulled back but not before Hisoka managed to catch the tip rendering it bloody. Hissing Muraki pulled back and backhanded Hisoka again before taking hold of his vulnerable neck and squeezing.
Hsioka began to struggle for air and he felt the sadistic and dark pleasure Muraki gained from watching him suffer, that more than anything repulsed him and a strange thought of being glad he had not eaten flashed in his mind before he lost partial consciousness.
Part of him was disappointed he had not. Hisoka was not sure what would be worse to be conscious and know wall that Muraki did to him or unconscious and forever wonder what had happened. Dimly he heard Murakis fading voice
"I see you have foolishly followed the worthless girls example and are willing to defy me. Luckily for you that amuses me. It will be delightful to see you break."
The quiet click of the lock told Hisoka Muraki had left and the malevolence was not so strong. Hisoka shuddered at the echoes of such twisted hatred and lust. Right before he allowed a fitful sleep to overtake him he smiled faintly.
Tsuzuki was a great influence in his life. He had taught him that sometimes there was a silver lining and Hisoka had just found his, weird and somewhat warped as it was.
Hisoka appreciated the genuine warmth and purity of his love for Tsuzuki and Tsuzuki for him. Holding the thought and Tsuzuki's warmth close to him he allowed himself to conserve his powers for tomorrow fights, because there was no way he would be a victim, not again.
He had too much to loose and he was not willing to relinquish it with out one hell of a fight.
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