No puedo estar sin ti
Mirai Kurosaki
Chapter 12
A/N: ^.^; I guess that people are in a state of shock, ne? Well, do to a request, I will make it more dramatic. BUT, I understand that a lot of people do not like that idea of people dying and just moving on from there unless BOTH die. Also, I will make the ending…err…just read. I think there will be one more chapter after this…or…something. Kind of short…Oh, and there are Spanish lyrics from a song. ^^;; I am too lazy to write the English ones because I can't translate well. I just speak it, no translating…^^;;; Maybe later….
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Watari sucked in a deep breath as a few tears treacherously trickled down, dripping down onto the surface. In his arms, still lied Tenkei's frail body, pale as death. But somehow, the moonlight continued to shine off, giving a sign that the boy actually lived.
"Kurosaki-kun…"
The soft reply from Tatsumi caused Watari and Yume to shift their gaze on the man. He too, along with Yume, had formed tears unwillingly in their frightened eyes. Watari frowned and waited to see if Tatsumi wanted to continue speaking.
It appeared, though, that Tatsumi could no longer form words to speak of the ripping agony that jerked at his heart. Wanting to leave the man some space, Watari turned his attention to Miyuki.
Still shaken from Hisoka's statement, Miyuki was doubled over, his arms tightly gripping his shoulders as if it gave some ease to him. He resumed his bawling and whispers of disbelief of the past years for him.
He was a broken and beaten image.
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Tsuzuki struggled to grasp air into his lungs from the harsh coughs and sobs he made. The now helpless form in his arms equaled to Tenkei's deathly pale features. Blood still stained his and the boy's clothing from the wound in his stomach, and the blood that streamed down the corner of his mouth had stopped. The body did not move.
Por debajo de la mesa acaricio tu rodilla
Y bebo sorbo a sorbo tu mirada angelical
Y respiro de tu boca esa flor de maravilla
Las alondras del deseo
Contan, vuelan, vienen, van
Hisoka was nothing more than a ragged doll.
Despite that Hisoka could no longer hear his soothing words, Tsuzuki felt secure when speaking to the boy.
"Hisoka…" he said. "I love you so much. Remember…the first…first time we met? You thought th…that I was a vam…vampire" He chuckled effortlessly, tears still rolling down. "I miss being at the office with you…by your side…By your side…"
Byakko tore his gaze away, not daring to let anyone to notice his streaked tear face. Poor Tsuzuki…He will never live through this…
Y me muero por llevarte
Al rincon de mi guarida
En donde escondo un beso
Con matiz de una ilusion
Se nose va acabando el trago
Sin saber que es lo que hago
Si contengo mis instintos
O jamas te dojo ir
The waves had dimmed down, leaving only leaving the trail of a soft mist sprinkling around the group. The night grew darker and the breeze blew slightly harder, with a melancholy howl.
Tsuzuki cradle Hisoka closer to him, trying to give warmth to the boy though he knew it was useless. Wheat hair gently swayed in the breeze, flowing over closed eyes. A soft hand pushed them to the side, revealing such delicate skin.
Tsuzuki forced his tears to fade slightly away, only leaving smaller tears to leak. He finally lifted his head and found his teammates gathered in the corner, mourning silently. To his right, Miyuki shook uncontrollably staring at the ground.
A gentle hand was placed on Tsuzuki's shoulders and he spun around to see his Shikigami frowning deeply.
He softly said, "I'm sorry Tsuzuki. There…There is nothing we can do…He is gone…Forever. There's nothing any of us can do to bring him back."
Tsuzuki looked back down at Hisoka and then at the scenery around him once more. He shook his head mutely.
"You're right…there is not a thing I can do…Ever…" He sniffled and stood up with Hisoka dangling in his arms. He headed towards his friends, Byakko following close behind.
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Asato-san is coming this way. Yume huffed and sat on his hind legs, lazily staring up into the sky.
The stars did not even show the slightest hint of a twinkle. The sky had died along with Hisoka.
Both Tatsumi and Watari lifted their heads to see Tsuzuki and Byakko. Neither showed a bit of emotion on their faces anymore.
"Tsuzuki-san," whispered Tatsumi.
Amethyst eyes blurred with tears once more and tears raced downward, in an unstoppable manner. The man fell to his knees, bawling his heart out and screaming with every breath and shudder.
The sounds caused the others to cringe. Watari knelt down as well and placed Tenkei's body before him and Tsuzuki. He carefully took the boy's hand and entwined them before placing them upon the lifeless chest.
The action did not cease Tsuzuki's sobbing, but it had caught his attention. He stood there, sniffling for a moment before understanding. He too placed Hisoka upon the surface, tearing a piece of his think jacket to use it as a headrest for both Tenkei and Hisoka. He cupped the boy's hands and placed them upon his chest after giving them a soft kiss. He leaned downward and gave another gentle kiss upon the soft lips.
Tatsumi watched both of them and gave a sympathetic look. His cerulean eyes had paused form the tears and were filled with regret. His fist bawled into tight fits, turning white with every minute of anger rushing through him.
What…
The sudden telepathic thought brought Tatsumi back to his senses. He looked at Yume and noticed the young prince was glowing into a deep blue shade color. The others turned as well and gasped with alarm.
The beast grew taller, his fur smoothing out to skin with clothing shifting into a comfortable outfit (a long white robe-like costume). His eyes remained a dark shade but his fur upon his head grew out to his waist long hair, tied back neatly with a piece of cloth. Yume's eyes blinked open a few times and he stared down at himself.
"I…I'm a dream being once more. I can speak!" He roamed over his slender and boyish yet masculine body. His eyes widened when he felt his hair for the first time in many years. He allowed the strands to thread through his finger and back down to settle on his back.
Tsuzuki gave a very weak smile. "It is nice to see you a dream human…thing…human." But his face wrinkled with sorrow quickly.
Yume kneeled before Tsuzuki and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I am sorry Asato-san…Not even Hisoka was to deserve this fate."
"…I know…"
Tsuzuki sighed deeply and stood up, a determined look crossing his features. He turned his back towards the others and strolled slowly to where Miyuki sat.
Tatsumi reached out, but was stopped by Watari.
"No. Leave him be. Tsuzuki needs to take out his emotions in whatever way he can."
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Miyuki shuddered in a violent breath and coughed. He brought his hands down and glared through a blurry vision of tears at them. Hisoka…Tenkei…my dear brother…
He whimpered and shook harder at the thought of his dying family. He remembered staring the fire. He was just a boy going into his teen years, as humans would say it. All his life, he knew he was interested in the black arts, everything against his parent's wishes. They decided to move the family down here on earth for business purposes one day. He was forced along as a punishment for his sly ways. His brother was too to come for a surprise that was in stored for him.
He recalled a viscous slap to the face from his father when he announced that he would study the black arts. He was locked up into the top story of the building, only his little baby brother Tenkei to keep him company, as the baby lied in his crib. The boy was much too small to talk, but was a good listener when his older brother spoke. Of course, there was Hisoka, who called for him when he was afraid. Instantly, Miyuki wanted Hisoka. He learned about the boy's talents and interests. Unfortunately, they lost contact once Hisoka was at the age of thirteen. He then realized later that the boy had died by a man named Muraki.
Occasionally, he heard rumors of his father giving the throne to his brother, Yume, and his mother to give him their sword after; of course, she would be forced to kill herself in the process. But Miyuki would not allow it. He had already lost Hisoka and would not lose his pride.
Instead, he came up with his own idea after long months of collecting these amazing creatures called 'snakes' on earth. They reminded him of the demons that he studied about in the black arts.
He found matches that would prove use to him. That night he had silently entered the smaller library where his father was studying treaties. He took the matches and sent it to flames, which quickly swallowed his loyal father.
His mother had heard the screams of torture his father went in and raced downstairs, only to be cast with blacks magic and killed by her own son. But before her last breath, Miyuki summoned the sword to rise from her chest and into his possession. It was then, his brother had entered, eyes wide with fear. The house began crumbling down into rubble and Miyuki had easily caught his brother in a spell before he escaped.
He knew of his brother's pure magic and turned his brother into monstrous and feared creatures, unlike his youngest brother, whom he saved to use to his advantage later on. Only the library remained, as a gift for his dead and precious Hisoka that held the memories of his past. He vowed revenge on all those who ever thought of betraying him.
He ran outside and hidden amongst the bushes, his younger brother squirming in protest and his brother unconscious, drained from the spell. He watched the fire being placed out with powerful attacks of water from men in thick outfits. He finally decided to put his plan in controlling the kingdom to the test.
For a while, though, Miyuki thought his plans would be useless without Hisoka. Until one day he heard of the Shinigami and of a new recruit none other than the name of Kurosaki Hisoka. From there on, events led up to where he currently was, bawling.
"Hisoka…"
The shuffling of feet caused Miyuki to span his head upward, staring straight into deadly eyed of Tsuzuki.
Miyuki sneered and rudely, yet with a crackling voice, "What do you want?"
"Want?" spat Tsuzuki, his fists clenching tightly. "The only thing I ever wanted…the only thing that ever needed me as much is gone! What am I supposed to want now? Huh! Tell me then! Hisoka is gone forever! I…I…" He began shuddering for breath.
A disgusted yet hurtful look flashed in Miyuki's face for a brief moment. "Why! Why did he go in front of the attack! He…he knew…he would die…why…I…I only wanted him to be happy…with me…I loved him so much…"
Tsuzuki sighed and gave an apologetic look, yet, still keeping a harsh tone. He kneeled down by Miyuki and placed his hand on the man's shoulder. "If you loved him so much, you should do what is best for him, not for you, Miyuki. He cared about you so much…but not like this."
Y es que no sabes lo que tu me haces sentir
Si tu pudieras un minuto estar en mi
Tal vez te fundirias
A esta hoguera de mi sangre
Y vivirias aqui y yo abrazado a ti
Another sorrowful look came to Miyuki, and instead, it stayed there. Tsuzuki continued.
"Hisoka…he took the attack to save me. Don't you understand? Even I didn't know he cared enough about me to sacrifice himself like that…And now I regret it. I caused so much pain to him…and still, he finds it in his heart to love me. He would never want you to be like this. He wanted you the way you were when he was younger…But now, neither of us can have him back."
Tsuzuki looked down at the ground helplessly and stood up once again. Before he turned away, he pulled out an object from his pocket and allowed it to dangle from his grip. He extended his arm out and offered it to Miyuki, whom hesitantly took it.
"It fell off of him when he had fallen into my arms," Tsuzuki said, beginning to turn away.
Miyuki stared at the object carefully and whimpered. It was Hisoka's necklace that had the golden letters of 'WK' engraved together.
"Wishing Kokoros."
Tsuzuki slightly turned his head to see Miyuki stand, clutching tightly to the necklace. He waited as Miyuki explained.
"It is the necklace I gave Hisoka on his thirteenth birthday. The letters stand for Wishing Kokoros…or Wishing Hearts if you would like." He once again stared dreamily at the jewelry. "I told him that hearts can wish, despite the fact that the owner of that heart may come from a different world. We talked a lot about it…so I made this for him. It was created form his and my blood and tears. Then, I created the shape with gold from the sword. That is why there are those letters embarked on the sword. I used it to create this."
Tsuzuki couldn't speak. Miyuki truly cared for Hisoka…
Y es que no sabes lo que tu me haces sentis
Que no hay momento que you pueda estar sin ti
Me absorbes el espacio
Y despacio me haces tuyo
Muere el orgullo en mi
Y es que no puede estar sin ti
"What about the deaths?"
Miyuki gave a dirty look. "I only killed a few to gain their souls as a warning to those in my kingdom. They believed I would not dare. So I did it and embarked the letters to give a sign to the JuOhCho to catch Hisoka's attention. The rest were my guards' doing for protection…"
"…"
Tsuzuki nodded and turned to face Miyuki. "I ask you one favor."
With a perplexed look, Miyuki asked, "What is it?"
"Let me see the sword."
"…I don't know."
"Do it for Hisoka."
When the boy's named was mentioned, Miyuki quickly agreed and summoned the sword form his body. It gave a dazzling glow until it finally faded away, landing gently in Miyuki's hand. He handed it to Tsuzuki.
Tsuzuki took the sword and roamed his eyes over it. It was rather spectacular for battle but not too heavy to weigh down. Once confirming the sword, he positioned it above his head, ready for an attack.
From where he stood, Tatsumi reached an arm out and shouted, "Tsuzuki! Don't kill him! Let JuOhCho deal with it!"
Yume agreed quickly and was already rushing with the others to where the two stood.
"Stop Tsuzuki! This is not like you to kill someone! Stop!"
Tsuzuki ignored the please and studied the face of Miyuki. It was emotionless; however, his eyes seemed to plead for the death he deserved. With a grunt Tsuzuki plunged the sword deep into the chest, causing blood to immediately pour freely.
"Oh god! Tsuzuki!" cried Watari, stopping abruptly form the insanity.
Tatsumi too was shaken and frozen from where he had paused from sprinting. "Oh god…Tsuzuki…he…"
The sword had been plunged through Tsuzuki's very own chest. The man gave another low grunt as he withdrew the sword form his chest and upon the surface at Miyuki's feet.
Brown eyes shook with shock. "Why…"
"I…I promised Hisoka…that no matter what…I would be with him. Even in death…I would never break my promise," he said, giving slight coughs of protest.
The others watched in dread as Tsuzuki stumbled to where Hisoka lied, which was centered about some yards from where he currently stood. The struggle was fierce, but he managed to reach Hisoka. He crumbled to his knees and fell hard on the cold surface, his head landing in the crook of Hisoka's neck.
"Hi…Hisoka…"
He gave a smile and took one of the boy's hands into his own, refusing to part even when the others dashed back to where he lied with his lover.
He whispered, "Like I promised Hi…Hisoka…Right…by your…side…I love you." His last breath was peaceful and his eyes closed slowly. His body relaxed, but his hand still held a firm grip on Hisoka's hand.
Me absorbes el espacio
Y despacio me haces tuyo
Muere el orgullo en mi
The others could only stand around the now three bodies. Tenkei's, Hisoka's, and Tsuzuki's shells lying amongst each other, only two of them holding on to the promises they made to each other.
But it now appeared that Hisoka, too, had the slightest hint of a smile playing his lips.
Y es que no puede estar sin ti
~*~tbc~*~
A/N: *cries* I was listening to "Por Debajo De La Mesa" by Luis Miguel one day and I got this idea. BUT, I will not end it there! I refuse to end it there! I would cry EVERY day! Besides, I have to tell what happens next. ^_^ I've decided, one more chapter to go!!