AN: Yes, terribly OOC… patience, though. This chapter gets a little steamy, though. If you guys want me to raise the rating, I will. Just ask politely. I did it! I wrote a lime on ff.net!! Go me!! ^-^
Author's replies to reviews: 14 reviews! Thank you, minna-san!!!
Avalon9: Thank you for your patronage! I'm glad you like the fic so far… it's almost over, though…
Melrose Stormhaven: Kababayan!!! Would you believe nangyari 'to sa Makati? Well, not all of it… specially this chapter. ^-^
Dyingstar-elipsis: You're about to get your wish… a bit of a lime happens here….
Inami: No, I made a guess about the size 26 thing. Yes, the car trip was nauseating… very. And the bunny, good god, the bunny. The thing with Tatsumi and the GBA… I think I'll save that for a parody fic. Hmm… if we're gonna go out and watch a movie… I might write a fic on that, too. A warning about this fic, though… it's… erm… lime-y… ^^;
Natsuko-Chan: Thanks for reading!
Venedy: Quite an interesting theory, isn't it? I agree… there aren't enough fics to keep us MxH fans satisfied… don't worry, I'll contribute more fluff to the pairing!
Trindade: Thanks for thinking I've done a good job! I was a bit confused if I did it right…
Moving on!!!!
Chapter 5: Unknown Reason
Watari waited for them in the front yard. "As soon as I finish packing, we leave, ok?" he asked, cheerily. Tatsumi merely shrugged. "I've got quite a lot to do so… that might take a while. Make yourselves at home 'til then!" Watari said and rushed off into the house. Tatsumi made his way inside as well. "I'm going to call the Gushoshin and tell them we're on our way back." He mulled. "Wait…" Hisoka said all of a sudden. "My pants!" At this, he ran up the stairs to the room they had occupied.
Hisoka rummaged the pile of clothes on the bed. "I know I put them there… I just know it…" he muttered. "Bouya?" Muraki asked, entering the room. The door shut behind him and shut tightly. "Maybe I could help you." The doctor offered.
Hisoka was too busy looking for his pants to notice.
With a shrug, Muraki seated himself on a nearby chair. "Have you looked in one of those cabinets?" he asked. Wordlessly, Hisoka turned to look there. Apparently, he hadn't. The shinigami pulled out a pair of jeans from one cabinet and let out a sigh of relief. He was too preoccupied with his search that he wasn't aware that the one who had joined him was Muraki.
Hisoka's mind raced. He was now all alone in the room with his worst enemy… with the man who took advantage of him long before. "There is… something I've been meaning to ask, bouya…" Muraki said, suddenly standing and approaching Hisoka. The shinigami flinched as he felt the doctor come ever closer. He shut his eyes, feeling Muraki's cold hands grace his cheek. "Ha…hanashite…" Hisoka gasped, his breathing irregular. A soft blush had fluttered onto his cheeks. He had said that statement too many times in one day. The number though was lesser than what he had expected. He felt Muraki's arm move around his waist, pulling him close into what seemed to be an embrace. "What… are you doing…?" Hisoka asked, though the very same question raced in his own mind. There was comfort in what he felt, being in Muraki's arms like this.
"Muraki…" Hisoka whispered. "What have you done to me…?"
"No, bouya… What have uyou/u done to me …?" came the enigmatic reply.
Muraki pulled away to gaze fondly at the shinigami's bewildered face. 'Why did I do that…?' he asked himself. 'Why did I risk myself earlier… what is this feeling…?' Hisoka felt it as well… felt the confusion that was rarely present in the doctor's usually calm form. The shinigami hardly protested as he felt the doctor pull his face closer… as he felt that fearfully cold kiss. It was as if he welcomed it, as of he needed it. Gently, Muraki eased him down on the bed. Hisoka looked up at the figure he feared the most. To his surprise, no memories of that fateful night came… no pain, no fear.
It was as if no such memories existed within him.
The doctor's hand gently eased itself between cloth and skin, resting gently on Hisoka's waist to stroke the tender flesh beneath. "Bouya…" the doctor whispered, lowering himself down to lay a soft kiss on the shinigami's throat. Hisoka wondered why he had begun to betray himself. There was a want in what he felt now… a need.
"I cared for you…" Muraki whispered, moving his hand to rest on Hisoka's hip.
"Sensei…" the shinigami sighed.
"…perhaps even loved you…" the doctor went on.
Muraki wondered at the words he said. Love? He couldn't conceive of it. Yet here he was now… with his beloved 'doll', spilling the very fabric of his soul and declaring what he thought to be wanton desire as romantic ardor. This wasn't right… this wasn't him. Yet it seemed… so right.
"Hisoka…" Muraki murmured tenderly, actually saying the boy's name for once.
"Gomenasai…"
Hisoka lay there, bewildered at the words that had just touched his ears. Apologized? Muraki was apologizing… to him…? He couldn't believe it. This couldn't be real… it was a dream… merely a dream. But this dream… Muraki's touch felt so real. It was as if the way he held him now had begun to erase the scars of the past, erase the fear. It was as if he wanted to start anew. His touch now held a new emotion… there was tenderness in that caress… a longing, a desire. Perhaps Muraki did love him. Hisoka felt that cold kiss move up his chest, tempting his shoulders. "Nn… Muraki…" Hisoka sighed. Yes, there… that was perfect… too perfect.
Muraki nuzzled himself closer to Hisoka, breathing in the delicious scent of the shinigami's skin. This was near heaven to him… if a monster as himself was allowed a taste of heaven.
Tatsumi headed upstairs, wondering what was taking Hisoka so long. Maybe Watari had indeed misplaced the poor boy's pants. A thought crept into his mind, though. Hadn't Hisoka gone up there with Muraki following him? Tatsumi mentally cursed himself. Why hadn't he thought of this sooner. He hurried up the steps without a moment to spare.
Muraki looked fondly down at the boy. Hisoka was his, no protests, no rage. The sweet taste of the shinigami's lips rested on his own. His fingers gently parted the boy's hair, running through the silken strands. "Bouya…" he whispered. "You're mine at last.
"Muraki!" called a voice.
The doctor turned to see Tatsumi suddenly break through the door. "I'm not letting you go through with this!" Tatsumi cried. Muraki pulled himself away from Hisoka, getting into a defensive position. Already, he could feel Tatsumi's shadows gathering as dangerous amounts of energy. The doctor smiled evilly. If he were to die at this moment, it would be perfect. He couldn't care any less.
Suddenly, a flash of light engulfed the room. "This has gone too far!" cried a voice. The flare intensified, blinding the shinigami where they stood. Tatsumi shielded his eyes from it, trying to see past and aim properly. When the light died down… Muraki had disappeared.
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END OF CHAPTER FIVE
Disclaimers: No one here belongs to me. I no own, you no sue. simply stated.
Author's replies to reviews: 14 reviews! Thank you, minna-san!!!
Avalon9: Thank you for your patronage! I'm glad you like the fic so far… it's almost over, though…
Melrose Stormhaven: Kababayan!!! Would you believe nangyari 'to sa Makati? Well, not all of it… specially this chapter. ^-^
Dyingstar-elipsis: You're about to get your wish… a bit of a lime happens here….
Inami: No, I made a guess about the size 26 thing. Yes, the car trip was nauseating… very. And the bunny, good god, the bunny. The thing with Tatsumi and the GBA… I think I'll save that for a parody fic. Hmm… if we're gonna go out and watch a movie… I might write a fic on that, too. A warning about this fic, though… it's… erm… lime-y… ^^;
Natsuko-Chan: Thanks for reading!
Venedy: Quite an interesting theory, isn't it? I agree… there aren't enough fics to keep us MxH fans satisfied… don't worry, I'll contribute more fluff to the pairing!
Trindade: Thanks for thinking I've done a good job! I was a bit confused if I did it right…
Moving on!!!!
Chapter 5: Unknown Reason
Watari waited for them in the front yard. "As soon as I finish packing, we leave, ok?" he asked, cheerily. Tatsumi merely shrugged. "I've got quite a lot to do so… that might take a while. Make yourselves at home 'til then!" Watari said and rushed off into the house. Tatsumi made his way inside as well. "I'm going to call the Gushoshin and tell them we're on our way back." He mulled. "Wait…" Hisoka said all of a sudden. "My pants!" At this, he ran up the stairs to the room they had occupied.
Hisoka rummaged the pile of clothes on the bed. "I know I put them there… I just know it…" he muttered. "Bouya?" Muraki asked, entering the room. The door shut behind him and shut tightly. "Maybe I could help you." The doctor offered.
Hisoka was too busy looking for his pants to notice.
With a shrug, Muraki seated himself on a nearby chair. "Have you looked in one of those cabinets?" he asked. Wordlessly, Hisoka turned to look there. Apparently, he hadn't. The shinigami pulled out a pair of jeans from one cabinet and let out a sigh of relief. He was too preoccupied with his search that he wasn't aware that the one who had joined him was Muraki.
Hisoka's mind raced. He was now all alone in the room with his worst enemy… with the man who took advantage of him long before. "There is… something I've been meaning to ask, bouya…" Muraki said, suddenly standing and approaching Hisoka. The shinigami flinched as he felt the doctor come ever closer. He shut his eyes, feeling Muraki's cold hands grace his cheek. "Ha…hanashite…" Hisoka gasped, his breathing irregular. A soft blush had fluttered onto his cheeks. He had said that statement too many times in one day. The number though was lesser than what he had expected. He felt Muraki's arm move around his waist, pulling him close into what seemed to be an embrace. "What… are you doing…?" Hisoka asked, though the very same question raced in his own mind. There was comfort in what he felt, being in Muraki's arms like this.
"Muraki…" Hisoka whispered. "What have you done to me…?"
"No, bouya… What have uyou/u done to me …?" came the enigmatic reply.
Muraki pulled away to gaze fondly at the shinigami's bewildered face. 'Why did I do that…?' he asked himself. 'Why did I risk myself earlier… what is this feeling…?' Hisoka felt it as well… felt the confusion that was rarely present in the doctor's usually calm form. The shinigami hardly protested as he felt the doctor pull his face closer… as he felt that fearfully cold kiss. It was as if he welcomed it, as of he needed it. Gently, Muraki eased him down on the bed. Hisoka looked up at the figure he feared the most. To his surprise, no memories of that fateful night came… no pain, no fear.
It was as if no such memories existed within him.
The doctor's hand gently eased itself between cloth and skin, resting gently on Hisoka's waist to stroke the tender flesh beneath. "Bouya…" the doctor whispered, lowering himself down to lay a soft kiss on the shinigami's throat. Hisoka wondered why he had begun to betray himself. There was a want in what he felt now… a need.
"I cared for you…" Muraki whispered, moving his hand to rest on Hisoka's hip.
"Sensei…" the shinigami sighed.
"…perhaps even loved you…" the doctor went on.
Muraki wondered at the words he said. Love? He couldn't conceive of it. Yet here he was now… with his beloved 'doll', spilling the very fabric of his soul and declaring what he thought to be wanton desire as romantic ardor. This wasn't right… this wasn't him. Yet it seemed… so right.
"Hisoka…" Muraki murmured tenderly, actually saying the boy's name for once.
"Gomenasai…"
Hisoka lay there, bewildered at the words that had just touched his ears. Apologized? Muraki was apologizing… to him…? He couldn't believe it. This couldn't be real… it was a dream… merely a dream. But this dream… Muraki's touch felt so real. It was as if the way he held him now had begun to erase the scars of the past, erase the fear. It was as if he wanted to start anew. His touch now held a new emotion… there was tenderness in that caress… a longing, a desire. Perhaps Muraki did love him. Hisoka felt that cold kiss move up his chest, tempting his shoulders. "Nn… Muraki…" Hisoka sighed. Yes, there… that was perfect… too perfect.
Muraki nuzzled himself closer to Hisoka, breathing in the delicious scent of the shinigami's skin. This was near heaven to him… if a monster as himself was allowed a taste of heaven.
Tatsumi headed upstairs, wondering what was taking Hisoka so long. Maybe Watari had indeed misplaced the poor boy's pants. A thought crept into his mind, though. Hadn't Hisoka gone up there with Muraki following him? Tatsumi mentally cursed himself. Why hadn't he thought of this sooner. He hurried up the steps without a moment to spare.
Muraki looked fondly down at the boy. Hisoka was his, no protests, no rage. The sweet taste of the shinigami's lips rested on his own. His fingers gently parted the boy's hair, running through the silken strands. "Bouya…" he whispered. "You're mine at last.
"Muraki!" called a voice.
The doctor turned to see Tatsumi suddenly break through the door. "I'm not letting you go through with this!" Tatsumi cried. Muraki pulled himself away from Hisoka, getting into a defensive position. Already, he could feel Tatsumi's shadows gathering as dangerous amounts of energy. The doctor smiled evilly. If he were to die at this moment, it would be perfect. He couldn't care any less.
Suddenly, a flash of light engulfed the room. "This has gone too far!" cried a voice. The flare intensified, blinding the shinigami where they stood. Tatsumi shielded his eyes from it, trying to see past and aim properly. When the light died down… Muraki had disappeared.
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END OF CHAPTER FIVE
Disclaimers: No one here belongs to me. I no own, you no sue. simply stated.