It's time again!!!! Okay, I know everyone is scared for Tsuzuki-kun, and you are about to find out what his condition is!!! Let's take it from the top!!! ^_^
Chapter 13
Five hours had passed. The halls of Meifu were as silent as death. Footsteps echoed these empty halls, though. Soft footsteps that stopped in front of a door. On the panel in front of the door marked the words 'quarantine'.
Tatsumi sighed and adjusted his glasses. He had to do this. This was the only way...
"Are you sure?" asked Watari, who was beside him. "This may not be the time to tell him..."
"I'm sure," said Tatsumi. "He needs to know. Maybe it will help him to recover his lost mind."
Watari sighed, then nodded. "Alright. Well, go on in..."
Tatsumi slowly opened the door to the darkened room and stepped inside.
Hisoka sat against the wall, holding his head. The voice was more frequent, and more desperate.
(this is bad this is terrible how could I hurt him why did I do it why is this happening please be all right Tsuzuki)
SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!! His thoughts screamed at the voice. Get the fuck out of my head!!!!!!!!
The blood on his arm had dried, but he didn't care. This voice hurt like a bad headache, and he thought he was going insane.
Suddenly the door opened. A man with glasses stepped in. His eyes narrowed at him.
"I am Tatsumi Seiichiro," he said.
"Get out!!!!!!" screamed Hisoka.
"No, I won't leave. And I will never forgive you for what you've done." His voice wavered a little.
"What, punching that guy?! HA HA HA!!!!!! He had it coming!!!!! What, is he breathing on a machine, or something?!"
Tatsumi let out a wavered sigh. "No. He's in no pain."
"Then why are you here?! GET THE FUCK OUT!!!!!!!!!!"
"He feels no pain because he DIED!!!!!!! Tsuzuki-san is dead!!!! He won't be coming back!!!!!!!!"
Hisoka froze. "Don't lie. You guys are Shinigami. You're already dead."
"He has the ability to heal, but he lost too much blood. There was nothing we could do. You killed him."
Suddenly, that voice was as loud as a scream. He clutched his head, feeling the emotions of the voice.
(NO NO NO NO NO NO)
Hisoka gritted his teeth.
(THIS CAN'T BE HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN WHY DID IT HAPPEN)
He gasped in pain. His mind felt like it was splitting into a million pieces.
(I KILLED HIM OH MY GOD I KILLED HIM HOW COULD I WHAT HAVE I DONE I LOST HIM)
"Shut up!!!!!!!" he screamed at the voice. But the voice wouldn't go away.
(TSUZUKI TSUZUKI TSUZUKI TSUZUKI)
Blood dripped out of his ears.
(TSZUKI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Hisoka screamed in agony. He wave a wave pass over him...
Then he collapsed.
Tatsumi stared in shock at Hisoka's unmoving form. Slowly, he rose back up. When Hisoka lifted his head, Tatsumi knew he was back.
Tears dripped out of his eyes. His body was shaking with convulsions.
"I killed him," he whimpered. "I killed him..."
"Kurosaki-kun," said Tatsumi. He extended a hand to the boy.
Hisoka stared at his right arm. It was still covered in Tsuzuki's blood. With a chilling scream of pure grief, he looked around. He spotted the medical tray and grabbed a scalpel off it. To Tatsumi's horror, Hisoka started hacking at his right arm with the scalpel.
"Kurosaki-kun!!!" he cried. He rushed forward, forcing the scalpel out of his grasp.
Watari had also been standing in the doorway. He rushed over and knelt next to Hisoka. "Bon..."
"I killed him with this arm!!!!!!!" Hisoka wailed. "Let me remove it!!!! I don't want it!!!!!!"
"Bon..."
Hisoka put a hand to his face and sobbed hysterically. Watari leaned forward and held the boy to him. Tatsumi was close to tears himself.
When Hisoka calmed down, he looked at Tatsumi. "I need to see him, Tatsumi-san."
"Kurosaki-kun..."
"I beg you!!!!! Let me see him!!!!!!"
"I...alright. I'll take you to where he is."
Watari helped Hisoka to his feet. "I need my clothes..."
"I'll get them," said Watari.
The two waited while Hisoka got changed. Hisoka felt relieved to see his gun with his clothes.
I will atone for your death, Tsuzuki, he thought, shoving the gun into his pocket. No matter what I will.
The room was dark as Hisoka entered it alone. Tsuzuki lay on a table in the center of the room. A white sheet covered up to his chest, and a cloth covered his face.
"Tsuzuki," he whispered. He sauntered over to the table, barely able to remain standing. "Tsuzuki..."
He touched Tsuzuki's hand, but it was cold as ice. No warmth in it. Hesitantly, he lifted the cloth from his face.
Tsuzuki looked peaceful, even in death. Nothing marred those beautiful features.
"My love," Hisoka sobbed, leaning over him. "Why did it have to end like this?! We just started our relationship, and we were so happy. Why are you laying here, dead? Open your eyes. Please. Please open your eyes for me. Don't be dead, laying here waiting for burial. Don't leave me alone..."
Tsuzuki gave no answer.
"This is my fault. I killed you with my own hands. Why didn't I have control over myself? I should be here, not you!!!"
Hisoka silently sobbed for a few minutes. He sighed, then took out his gun.
"You can't come back," he whispered. "Never again...and I can't live without you." He pressed a kiss to Tsuzuki's forehead and lips. Then he turned away and pointed the gun to his head. "This is my atonement. Soon...I will be with you soon..."
His finger squeezed the trigger.
BANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Tatsumi. He threw open the door. He never thought the plan would turn out like this...
Watari was behind him and flipped on the lights.
A piece of ceiling had fallen. The gun lay on the floor not far away.
Hisoka lay on the floor, unscathed. He stared with complete shock at the body laying on him.
Tsuzuki rose up onto his hands and knees above Hisoka. He was holding the boy tightly to him. Tears were spilling out of his eyes.
"Don't do it," he sobbed, holding the frozen boy. "Don't..."
Tatsumi let out a sigh of relief. Watari smiled a little.
Hisoka started shaking. "Alive...you're alive..."
"It was part of the plan," said Tatsumi, a bit ashamed. "I forced Tsuzuki into it. He was able to heal in the nick of time, of course. But we knew that that good news wouldn't help you. So we pretended he was dead to get you to come back to us."
"Even if I died," said Tsuzuki, still holding the boy. "Don't ever try to kill yourself again. Ever."
Tears spilled out of Hisoka's eyes. He clung to the older man, sobbing in relief. He showered Tsuzuki's face with kisses, and Tsuzuki did the same to him.
"Let's leave them alone," said Watari.
Tatsumi nodded and they left.
Hisoka couldn't stop crying. He clung to Tsuzuki and kissed him as many times as he could. Tsuzuki didn't seem to mind in the least.
"I love you," said Tsuzuki. "I love you."
"Me too!!!" cried Hisoka. "By gods, I love you too!!"
Sniff, God I'm crying!!! Did I scare anyone? Well, that was the point. I hate sad endings, and I especially want a happy one for this!! Yep, one more chapter to go!!!! Have a nice day!!!! -_^
Chapter 13
Five hours had passed. The halls of Meifu were as silent as death. Footsteps echoed these empty halls, though. Soft footsteps that stopped in front of a door. On the panel in front of the door marked the words 'quarantine'.
Tatsumi sighed and adjusted his glasses. He had to do this. This was the only way...
"Are you sure?" asked Watari, who was beside him. "This may not be the time to tell him..."
"I'm sure," said Tatsumi. "He needs to know. Maybe it will help him to recover his lost mind."
Watari sighed, then nodded. "Alright. Well, go on in..."
Tatsumi slowly opened the door to the darkened room and stepped inside.
Hisoka sat against the wall, holding his head. The voice was more frequent, and more desperate.
(this is bad this is terrible how could I hurt him why did I do it why is this happening please be all right Tsuzuki)
SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!! His thoughts screamed at the voice. Get the fuck out of my head!!!!!!!!
The blood on his arm had dried, but he didn't care. This voice hurt like a bad headache, and he thought he was going insane.
Suddenly the door opened. A man with glasses stepped in. His eyes narrowed at him.
"I am Tatsumi Seiichiro," he said.
"Get out!!!!!!" screamed Hisoka.
"No, I won't leave. And I will never forgive you for what you've done." His voice wavered a little.
"What, punching that guy?! HA HA HA!!!!!! He had it coming!!!!! What, is he breathing on a machine, or something?!"
Tatsumi let out a wavered sigh. "No. He's in no pain."
"Then why are you here?! GET THE FUCK OUT!!!!!!!!!!"
"He feels no pain because he DIED!!!!!!! Tsuzuki-san is dead!!!! He won't be coming back!!!!!!!!"
Hisoka froze. "Don't lie. You guys are Shinigami. You're already dead."
"He has the ability to heal, but he lost too much blood. There was nothing we could do. You killed him."
Suddenly, that voice was as loud as a scream. He clutched his head, feeling the emotions of the voice.
(NO NO NO NO NO NO)
Hisoka gritted his teeth.
(THIS CAN'T BE HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN WHY DID IT HAPPEN)
He gasped in pain. His mind felt like it was splitting into a million pieces.
(I KILLED HIM OH MY GOD I KILLED HIM HOW COULD I WHAT HAVE I DONE I LOST HIM)
"Shut up!!!!!!!" he screamed at the voice. But the voice wouldn't go away.
(TSUZUKI TSUZUKI TSUZUKI TSUZUKI)
Blood dripped out of his ears.
(TSZUKI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Hisoka screamed in agony. He wave a wave pass over him...
Then he collapsed.
Tatsumi stared in shock at Hisoka's unmoving form. Slowly, he rose back up. When Hisoka lifted his head, Tatsumi knew he was back.
Tears dripped out of his eyes. His body was shaking with convulsions.
"I killed him," he whimpered. "I killed him..."
"Kurosaki-kun," said Tatsumi. He extended a hand to the boy.
Hisoka stared at his right arm. It was still covered in Tsuzuki's blood. With a chilling scream of pure grief, he looked around. He spotted the medical tray and grabbed a scalpel off it. To Tatsumi's horror, Hisoka started hacking at his right arm with the scalpel.
"Kurosaki-kun!!!" he cried. He rushed forward, forcing the scalpel out of his grasp.
Watari had also been standing in the doorway. He rushed over and knelt next to Hisoka. "Bon..."
"I killed him with this arm!!!!!!!" Hisoka wailed. "Let me remove it!!!! I don't want it!!!!!!"
"Bon..."
Hisoka put a hand to his face and sobbed hysterically. Watari leaned forward and held the boy to him. Tatsumi was close to tears himself.
When Hisoka calmed down, he looked at Tatsumi. "I need to see him, Tatsumi-san."
"Kurosaki-kun..."
"I beg you!!!!! Let me see him!!!!!!"
"I...alright. I'll take you to where he is."
Watari helped Hisoka to his feet. "I need my clothes..."
"I'll get them," said Watari.
The two waited while Hisoka got changed. Hisoka felt relieved to see his gun with his clothes.
I will atone for your death, Tsuzuki, he thought, shoving the gun into his pocket. No matter what I will.
The room was dark as Hisoka entered it alone. Tsuzuki lay on a table in the center of the room. A white sheet covered up to his chest, and a cloth covered his face.
"Tsuzuki," he whispered. He sauntered over to the table, barely able to remain standing. "Tsuzuki..."
He touched Tsuzuki's hand, but it was cold as ice. No warmth in it. Hesitantly, he lifted the cloth from his face.
Tsuzuki looked peaceful, even in death. Nothing marred those beautiful features.
"My love," Hisoka sobbed, leaning over him. "Why did it have to end like this?! We just started our relationship, and we were so happy. Why are you laying here, dead? Open your eyes. Please. Please open your eyes for me. Don't be dead, laying here waiting for burial. Don't leave me alone..."
Tsuzuki gave no answer.
"This is my fault. I killed you with my own hands. Why didn't I have control over myself? I should be here, not you!!!"
Hisoka silently sobbed for a few minutes. He sighed, then took out his gun.
"You can't come back," he whispered. "Never again...and I can't live without you." He pressed a kiss to Tsuzuki's forehead and lips. Then he turned away and pointed the gun to his head. "This is my atonement. Soon...I will be with you soon..."
His finger squeezed the trigger.
BANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Tatsumi. He threw open the door. He never thought the plan would turn out like this...
Watari was behind him and flipped on the lights.
A piece of ceiling had fallen. The gun lay on the floor not far away.
Hisoka lay on the floor, unscathed. He stared with complete shock at the body laying on him.
Tsuzuki rose up onto his hands and knees above Hisoka. He was holding the boy tightly to him. Tears were spilling out of his eyes.
"Don't do it," he sobbed, holding the frozen boy. "Don't..."
Tatsumi let out a sigh of relief. Watari smiled a little.
Hisoka started shaking. "Alive...you're alive..."
"It was part of the plan," said Tatsumi, a bit ashamed. "I forced Tsuzuki into it. He was able to heal in the nick of time, of course. But we knew that that good news wouldn't help you. So we pretended he was dead to get you to come back to us."
"Even if I died," said Tsuzuki, still holding the boy. "Don't ever try to kill yourself again. Ever."
Tears spilled out of Hisoka's eyes. He clung to the older man, sobbing in relief. He showered Tsuzuki's face with kisses, and Tsuzuki did the same to him.
"Let's leave them alone," said Watari.
Tatsumi nodded and they left.
Hisoka couldn't stop crying. He clung to Tsuzuki and kissed him as many times as he could. Tsuzuki didn't seem to mind in the least.
"I love you," said Tsuzuki. "I love you."
"Me too!!!" cried Hisoka. "By gods, I love you too!!"
Sniff, God I'm crying!!! Did I scare anyone? Well, that was the point. I hate sad endings, and I especially want a happy one for this!! Yep, one more chapter to go!!!! Have a nice day!!!! -_^