Summary: X-over with Yami no Matsuei. After dying saving Tsuzuki during Kyoto, Hisoka awakens to a life just as wrought with anguish and betrayal as the first. Now living as our favorite vampire-hating prefect how will things change when familiar faces begin to arrive at Cross Academy?
Tags: Canon Typical Violence; Referenced Rape/Non-con; Aftermath of violence; PTSD; Muraki; Crossover; Implied/Refrenced Suicide; Ichiru Lives; Protective Ichiru; Protective Tsuzuki; Empath! Zero; More to be added.
Pairings: Brotp! Tsuzuki Asato/ Kurosaki Hisoka; Past! Muraki Kazutaka/ Kurosaki Hisoka; Kuran Kaname/Kiryu Zero
Chapter One
He was dying again.
The realization should have been terrifying and yet as he dragged his partner from the building burning around them, he couldn't find it in himself to be afraid. Instead all he felt was relief. Relief that for once he was useful, for once he wouldn't lose the person that had come to mean everything to him. His vision darkened slightly around the edges but he forced himself not to falter, even as his lungs burned from the smoke and his skin burned and blistered in the heat.
Just a little further.
Beside him, he felt his partner becoming more aware, the older shinigami's depression falling back as awareness took over.
"Hisoka?"
He shoved open the door, the white hot handle searing as it touched his skin, and yet only once they were completely out of the building did he speak.
"Never again." He whispered and Asato stared at him, amethyst eyes wide.
"Did- did you come to save me all by yourself?"
He scowled, only to falter and fall forward as the adrenaline began to wear off.
Oh kami, it hurt so much.
Dimly, he could hear Tsuzuki cry out for him, guilt snaking through the man's emotions as he caught him and gently brought them both to the ground.
"Oh, Hisoka...why would you- I'm not worth this!" Something wet his cheek and he opened his eyes (when had he closed them?) to meet those of the man who had - in the three years they'd been partners- shown him more kindness than he'd ever known.
"B-Baka, aniki," He rasped, watching those eyes widen then soften. "W-worth everything."
He shuddered, feeling the pain begin to fade into something softer, gentler...something peaceful.
"Don't leave me, otouto." The elder shinigami begged, and he gave the man one of his rare warm smiles.
"I'm so glad...so glad...we met...Asato...arigatou…" His breath hitched. "For...treating me...like...I...was...hu..man…"
The man pressed a chaste kiss to his brow, trembling, and in any other circumstance the guilt and grief he could feel emanating from the man would have choked him. "Just rest now." A low sob left the elder following him even as the darkness began to drag him under.
"Just rest."
A sudden flare of white hot agony coursed through him, and he knew even in the darkness that his curse markings were glowing bright red.
"You didn't truly think I'd let you escape me...did you?"
No.
Oh kami please, no.
Kiryu Zero woke with a scream and scarlet markings glowing on his skin.
Outside his window...the moon bled.
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"A blood moon. Isn't it lovely, bouya?"
A single silver eyed gaze slid from the sky to turn to a small porcelain doll, thin lips curled into a reminiscent smile.
Emerald eyes gazed back at him, empty of the passionate hatred and fear of their namesake and the smile on his lips slipped.
Twenty years.
His bouya, the Carmilla of his collection, had been gone for twenty long bitter years and yet somehow the boy had yet to leave his memory.
No, instead the memories of the three years the boy spent in his care, the three years of chasing him and Mr. Tsuzuki (or luring them, depending on the game) remained as clear as ever, only tainted with the burning hatred that the doll's death had kindled in him for his beautiful Tsuzuki.
Better still, that hatred was more than reciprocated the shinigami's glare icy and dangerous whenever they were within range of each other, aura full of suppressed rage.
It should've made him ache for him as it had all those years ago and yet-
Each time, the hatred, the anger cooled that ache, leaving him livid though he simply smiled at the shinigami and continued on his way.
Turning back to the window, his mind drifted away from the doll and Tsuzuki to the letter he'd received a few days prior.
An old friend had offered him a position at his school as a doctor as their nurse had quit due to familial reasons. He'd accepted, eager for the distraction in the war of attrition between himself and the shinigami. Plus, he found himself intrigued by the idea of meeting a true vampire, rather than the one's he'd met (created) in nagasaki all those years ago. He found himself curious if the creatures would truly be able to hold in their instincts to live docile among their weaker counterparts. Or if they would give in to their inner beasts and tear the humans apart.
A tiny smile curled his lips, a rush of heat trilling down his spine at the thought and his silver eyes gleamed.
Yes, this was indeed going to be a very welcome distraction.
And if one of the vampires simply happened to go missing, well, what Kaien didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
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Twenty years.
Had it really been twenty years since that horrible day?
Twenty years since his anger and depression had cost his young partner his life? Amethyst eyes stared blankly at the computer screen, the phantom scent of burning flesh dragging his mind back to that day.
He remembered waking up from the fog his mind had drifted into to find his partner covered in blood and burns but still dragging him out of the building he'd intended to make his grave. Remembered crying out as the kid collapsed only moments later, body trembling in agony as pain overtook the adrenaline.
Worst of all, he remembered the relief in those emerald eyes when they met his, the soft voice thanking him for showing him what it felt like to be treated like a human rather than a monster. The warm smile that curled across those lips as his partner closed his eyes for the final time.
He'd screamed the second the other stopped breathing, his mind lost in grief and from what he'd been told later, he'd still been sobbing when Watari finally found him, even though Hisoka's body had faded.
He hadn't taken another partner since.
Instead, he focused on not wasting the sacrifice of his otouto, working case after case, and forcing himself to at least pretend to be happy.
It was only on this day that he allowed himself to grieve.
Every year, on this day he locked himself in their office and allowed himself to cry for the boy who had become his brother, the young man who had given his life for him without a thought. He laughed, remembering how embarrassed the other would get when someone called him out on something nice, that tiny smile that crossed his lips whenever he was truly happy. That heart of gold hidden behind a wall of ice and indifference because no one had ever told him it was okay to feel.
He allowed himself to mourn the sound of the younger griping about him and his tendency to ignore their paperwork, the slight workaholic tendencies that had made them such a great team in the first place.
Most of all, he ate cake and allowed himself to mourn and celebrate the life of his best friend, his brother, Kurosaki Hisoka.
It was the only day that no one dared to disturb him.
A knock sounded on the office door and a rare frown twisted his features.
Or so he'd thought.
Opening the door, he glared at the dark haired man standing there, who flinched with an apologetic look on his face.
"Sorry, I know you don't normally take cases on this day but it's urgent."
Sighing, he nodded and left the office, closing the door behind him.
Tatsumi led him into the conference room where Watari was waiting with a frown. As soon as he was seated the man began to speak.
"Lately there have been a host of human disappearances in the area near old Nagasaki, and in the past ten years there have been an increase in murders and disappearances as well as maulings. One of the few survivors reported that the thing that attacked her had glowing red eyes, but she couldn't remember anything else other than the gunshot that saved her life. Now normally this wouldn't be so urgent, but there have been reports that in the past two months the disappearances have increased exponentially, and they are all getting closer and closer to one place."
He pulled up an image of a large majestic school.
"Whoa." Tsuzuki breathed stunned by the beauty of the place and Watari smiled.
"This is Cross Academy, an elite private school. Rumor has it that the school was created so that humans and vampires would learn to co-exist but considering how long it has been since there were true vampires around I doubt it. This is where you will be during your mission. You will be going undercover as a teacher."
Tsuzuki stared at him stunned, then the words registered in his mind. "N-Nani?!"
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Class changeovers.
The event took place everyday and had for years and yet it never got any easier to deal with. Wave after wave of shallow emotion washed over him, making his head ache and he was only thankful that most of the people at the school were too afraid to touch him, if only because it saved him from being dragged into their feelings.
Beside him, Ichiru was smiling at them all and his heart ached beneath the onslaught, warmth flooding him because he never thought he'd have this again. He thought his twin would kill him after Kaname had killed That Woman and yet he hadn't. Instead he'd stayed and in the months since then they'd been working on restoring their relationship. Especially in the wake of Yuki's awakening as a pureblood and her consequent transfer to the Night Class.
Crazier still, the headmaster had come out to the gates with them today, his eyes twinkling as he watched the main gate rather than the gate to the Night Class. He wanted to ask yet before he could, several things happened at once.
Pain, terrifying and much too familiar coursed through him and he found himself thankful for the long-sleeves he wore, otherwise everyone would see the crimson markings he knew had appeared on his skin.
The gates to the night class opened, just as a car pulled up to the main gate.
He turned away, even as the Night Class began to exit and the fan girls began to scream louder.
Please, He begged mentally as the door to the driver door opened. Let me be wrong.
A familiar head of dark hair stepped out and he felt his heart still in his chest, especially as the man moved to the passenger side and opened the door. Another man stepped out, familiar and terrifying, sending rage and hatred and fear coursing through him.
Oh...oh kami, no.
"Kazutaka!" Kaien cried unknowingly driving the fear deeper into his son's heart and Zero...Zero bolted.