AN: I like the way this is going… Whoa… three chapters in one day! I must be on a sugar high… or worse, a Muraki high!! Thanks for the reviews! Keep em coming, minna-san!!
Chapter 4: A Chance Meeting
Tsuzuki stayed wary as he (reluctantly) invited his "guests" into his temporary home and to his room. "Why did you guys bring Muraki with you…?" he asked Hisoka. "Who else would keep an eye on him?" Hisoka asked. "If you'll pardon us, Tsuzuki… we took a very long walk from Watari's… do you mind if we have some water?" Tatsumi asked. "Water?" Tsuzuki asked. "Oh sure!" he replied and dashed off into the kitchen.
[AN: I know… most likely, Shinigami don't need water… but I needed to get Tsu out]
Hisoka sighed as he leaned in a nearby chair. Tatsumi had gone and chased Tsuzuki to help him in the kitchen. Muraki, however had returned to his musings. He didn't know what was going on with him. He still had no clue. Occasionally, he threw glances at Hisoka who returned them with angry glares. "Sa, bouya…" he sighed.
Things would never change at this rate.
The doctor felt this strange weakness in him. Normally, he could manage a walk like that but… this time around he felt fatigued. With no other word spoken, Muraki ambled over to a nearby couch and rested himself on it, laying his head down on the backrest of the couch. He shut his eyes, trying to conserve what energy he felt he had left.
Hisoka wondered why the doctor was quiet all of a sudden. They were alone, well out of earshot… he would have sworn Muraki would have done something by now. But there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. No flirting, no touching… nothing. The shinigami admitted that this looked a bit too strange. This couldn't have been Muraki. He clenched his hand into a tight fist. When he remembered anything that insane doctor had done to him… and yet, it was as if he regretted these feelings. There was something in his subconscious that told him there was more to this.
The shinigami watched Muraki very cautiously. He didn't seem so dangerous in sleep. It was his eyes, Hisoka decided. Those eyes that always stabbed great fear into his heart… now that they were closed… Muraki looked peaceful… angelic, even.
'What are you thinking, Hisoka?' he asked himself.
'This is the man who killed you… who… who….'
Hisoka shut his eyes, pulling up his legs onto the chair and curling himself into a tight ball. What was this he was feeling? Pity…? Anguish…?
"Oi! Muraki! Get your hands off…' Tsuzuki cried.
The doctor's eyes flickered open. "Hmm…?" he asked, sitting up. Tsuzuki looked at Muraki, then at Hisoka, then back at Muraki. "You're not…. I mean, you haven't…?" Tsuzuki stammered. "Tsuzuki-san… I have no idea what you are trying to imply." Muraki replied, getting off the couch. "Oh… uh… well…" Tsuzuki stammered. "Ma, Tsuzuki-san… the only reason why you keep on accusing me of so many things is because you want my attention, isn't it…?" Muraki asked.
"I'm sorry I even opened my mouth…" Tsuzuki said.
"The fact you opened it… makes me want you even more… your voice…"
"Aaaah! Yamero!!!" Tsuzuki wailed, hiding behind Tatsumi this time.
Somehow, torturing Tsuzuki didn't seem as fulfilling as it used to be. Muraki decided to drop it right there and then.
"Nothing I can do to make you want me, ne, Tsuzuki-san…?" Muraki asked. Tsuzuki merely whimpered in reply. "We'd best be going if we're to return to Watari's in time." Tatsumi prompted. "In time for what?" Hisoka asked. "Watari contacted the Gushoshin earlier. They said the transfer could happen now. They were quite done with their work and are ready to file the case." Tatsumi explained.
Tsuzuki didn't leave from his hiding place behind Tatsumi until Muraki was out of the house. Hisoka, however refused to say anything more as they walked back to Watari's. His mind was now swamped with questions.
Why did Muraki seem subdued today?
Was this really the end?
If they were to hand Muraki over for trial… he truly would never have to see him again.
Why did this bother him so?
Why?
Hisoka was truly lost in his thoughts. There were so many questions swamping his mind right there and then. So many questions he wanted an answer to. He couldn't find them by himself, though. There was a change going through him…
He wanted to know why.
"BOUYA!!"
The doctor's sudden cry of alarm drew his attention. A blur of white knocked him to the ground and sent both of them over to the other side of the street as the bus that was about to hit Hisoka drove past. Muraki had pinned Hisoka down on the pavement, looking him over.
The fear of long ago welled up in him once more yet he felt the heat rising to his cheeks. "HANASHITE YO!" Hisoka cried. He braced himself for some attempt at a touch… or a kiss… or even some disgustingly perverted comment… but nothing like that came. Muraki wordlessly lifted himself off Hisoka's form.
On his own accord.
"Daijobu?" he asked, extending a hand for Hisoka. Hisoka glared at him and got up on his own. "Don't touch me." He glowered, rubbing one hand when he got back up on his feet. Muraki fixed his glasses, occasionally dusting off his suit. He ran his fingers through his mass of silver hair that glistened perfectly off the noonday sun and took one last look at Hisoka. The youth was blushing. A soft pink had come across his cheeks as he watched the doctor in this manner. Muraki merely smiled as he caught this. "Why… why did you do that?" Hisoka finally asked, mentally cursing himself for the timid tone in his voice. Anger is what he wanted to bring out… but submissiveness showed itself instead.
"Why…?" The doctor replied.
"Why indeed…?"
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END OF CHAPTER FOUR
Disclaimers: No one here belongs to me. I no own, you no sue. simply stated.
Chapter 4: A Chance Meeting
Tsuzuki stayed wary as he (reluctantly) invited his "guests" into his temporary home and to his room. "Why did you guys bring Muraki with you…?" he asked Hisoka. "Who else would keep an eye on him?" Hisoka asked. "If you'll pardon us, Tsuzuki… we took a very long walk from Watari's… do you mind if we have some water?" Tatsumi asked. "Water?" Tsuzuki asked. "Oh sure!" he replied and dashed off into the kitchen.
[AN: I know… most likely, Shinigami don't need water… but I needed to get Tsu out]
Hisoka sighed as he leaned in a nearby chair. Tatsumi had gone and chased Tsuzuki to help him in the kitchen. Muraki, however had returned to his musings. He didn't know what was going on with him. He still had no clue. Occasionally, he threw glances at Hisoka who returned them with angry glares. "Sa, bouya…" he sighed.
Things would never change at this rate.
The doctor felt this strange weakness in him. Normally, he could manage a walk like that but… this time around he felt fatigued. With no other word spoken, Muraki ambled over to a nearby couch and rested himself on it, laying his head down on the backrest of the couch. He shut his eyes, trying to conserve what energy he felt he had left.
Hisoka wondered why the doctor was quiet all of a sudden. They were alone, well out of earshot… he would have sworn Muraki would have done something by now. But there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. No flirting, no touching… nothing. The shinigami admitted that this looked a bit too strange. This couldn't have been Muraki. He clenched his hand into a tight fist. When he remembered anything that insane doctor had done to him… and yet, it was as if he regretted these feelings. There was something in his subconscious that told him there was more to this.
The shinigami watched Muraki very cautiously. He didn't seem so dangerous in sleep. It was his eyes, Hisoka decided. Those eyes that always stabbed great fear into his heart… now that they were closed… Muraki looked peaceful… angelic, even.
'What are you thinking, Hisoka?' he asked himself.
'This is the man who killed you… who… who….'
Hisoka shut his eyes, pulling up his legs onto the chair and curling himself into a tight ball. What was this he was feeling? Pity…? Anguish…?
"Oi! Muraki! Get your hands off…' Tsuzuki cried.
The doctor's eyes flickered open. "Hmm…?" he asked, sitting up. Tsuzuki looked at Muraki, then at Hisoka, then back at Muraki. "You're not…. I mean, you haven't…?" Tsuzuki stammered. "Tsuzuki-san… I have no idea what you are trying to imply." Muraki replied, getting off the couch. "Oh… uh… well…" Tsuzuki stammered. "Ma, Tsuzuki-san… the only reason why you keep on accusing me of so many things is because you want my attention, isn't it…?" Muraki asked.
"I'm sorry I even opened my mouth…" Tsuzuki said.
"The fact you opened it… makes me want you even more… your voice…"
"Aaaah! Yamero!!!" Tsuzuki wailed, hiding behind Tatsumi this time.
Somehow, torturing Tsuzuki didn't seem as fulfilling as it used to be. Muraki decided to drop it right there and then.
"Nothing I can do to make you want me, ne, Tsuzuki-san…?" Muraki asked. Tsuzuki merely whimpered in reply. "We'd best be going if we're to return to Watari's in time." Tatsumi prompted. "In time for what?" Hisoka asked. "Watari contacted the Gushoshin earlier. They said the transfer could happen now. They were quite done with their work and are ready to file the case." Tatsumi explained.
Tsuzuki didn't leave from his hiding place behind Tatsumi until Muraki was out of the house. Hisoka, however refused to say anything more as they walked back to Watari's. His mind was now swamped with questions.
Why did Muraki seem subdued today?
Was this really the end?
If they were to hand Muraki over for trial… he truly would never have to see him again.
Why did this bother him so?
Why?
Hisoka was truly lost in his thoughts. There were so many questions swamping his mind right there and then. So many questions he wanted an answer to. He couldn't find them by himself, though. There was a change going through him…
He wanted to know why.
"BOUYA!!"
The doctor's sudden cry of alarm drew his attention. A blur of white knocked him to the ground and sent both of them over to the other side of the street as the bus that was about to hit Hisoka drove past. Muraki had pinned Hisoka down on the pavement, looking him over.
The fear of long ago welled up in him once more yet he felt the heat rising to his cheeks. "HANASHITE YO!" Hisoka cried. He braced himself for some attempt at a touch… or a kiss… or even some disgustingly perverted comment… but nothing like that came. Muraki wordlessly lifted himself off Hisoka's form.
On his own accord.
"Daijobu?" he asked, extending a hand for Hisoka. Hisoka glared at him and got up on his own. "Don't touch me." He glowered, rubbing one hand when he got back up on his feet. Muraki fixed his glasses, occasionally dusting off his suit. He ran his fingers through his mass of silver hair that glistened perfectly off the noonday sun and took one last look at Hisoka. The youth was blushing. A soft pink had come across his cheeks as he watched the doctor in this manner. Muraki merely smiled as he caught this. "Why… why did you do that?" Hisoka finally asked, mentally cursing himself for the timid tone in his voice. Anger is what he wanted to bring out… but submissiveness showed itself instead.
"Why…?" The doctor replied.
"Why indeed…?"
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END OF CHAPTER FOUR
Disclaimers: No one here belongs to me. I no own, you no sue. simply stated.