Author's Note: Wow, as sad as this is, five reviews is the most response I've gotten in one day! So, I've decided to try and continue this fic! Continuing fics is rather difficult for me. And I've had the worst time trying to think up a plot for this! If you have any possibilities, even plot-devices, please suggest! And, as an answer to some of my comments, I plan on keeping Muraki's personality as close to the anime and manga as I can. This is my first YnM fic, so I'm not sure how well I can manage it, but I'll try! Also, if any of the things or technicalities I go into in the fic don't match up with the series, I'm sorry. I've only read the translations for the manga through volume 8 and seen the badly subtitled English edition of the YnM anime boxset! So… Just a warning!
Disclaimers: I don't own Yami no Matsuei or any of the characters. If I did, the series would probably rival Ai No Kusabi for graphic MalexMale sex. I guess that tells you about some of the upcoming chapters! *shrug*
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Tsuzuki gazed in hatred at the figure in front of him. "You!" He screamed, launching himself at the sadistic doctor. Interposing himself quickly between the two Shinigamis, Watari grabbed the purple eyed man by the shoulders and shot him a firm glance. "Tsuzuki! Calm down! This is your new partner!"
His eyes widening in a split second, Tsuzuki clenched his fists and glared daggers at Muraki. "Him?! HIM?! After what he did to Hisoka, they make HIM a Shinigami!?" He roared, tears now streaming down his face. Muraki smiled innocently and folded his arms. "Tsuzuki, I wish to apologize for all I've done. You see, in life I was plagued with a merciless obsession, a heated insanity that has all but left me completely. I understand now all of the heinous crimes I had committed and have fully atoned for my sins." Muraki cooed softly, moving Watari out of the way to lightly grasp Tsuzuki's hand. "Please, don't blame me." He pleaded.
Tsuzuki threw his hand out of the doctor's grasp and hurried out of the infirmary towards Kaicho's office. He burst through the entry and surveyed the area for any sign of the elderly man. Prowling around the perimeter of the room like a caged animal, he didn't notice when a certain blue eyed secretary snuck into the office. "Tsuzuki?" Tatsumi questioned, his face stricken.
"Tatsumi! Tatsumi, where's Kaicho! I need to ask someone why Muraki is… Why after what he did… To everyone and to Hisoka he's… he's…." Tsuzuki broke into a fresh flood of weeping and sunk down to the ground. Holding the dark haired Shinigami in his arms tenderly, Tatsumi sighed grievously. "I know, it's hard to understand, but from what I understand, the powers that be have decided that Muraki was too precious a power to let slip away. He's brutal, but necessary. And, if what he says is true, he's completely sane."
Disgusted, Tsuzuki pushed the secretary away and shot to his feet. "You believe him? He's still exactly the same! I can tell! And even if he is so valuable, why me? Why partner him with me?"
Tatsumi parted his lips after being pushed away and got to his feet, a little hurt. "Because, if anyone can help him, you can. Tsuzuki, you're the most understand person in the entire district. They thought, if no one else could, you'd be able to work with him. And I'm sorry for Hisoka, truly I am, but that needs to be the farthest thing from your mind at the moment. This is business." The blue eyed man commanded dignifiedly, brushing off his lapels and exiting the office.
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Muraki, poised in a relatively plush armchair, smiled lazily at the entire thought of it. How strange, to be on the opposite side to which he was so accustomed. Solving murders… It seemed so trivial. Better to be bathed in the blood of others than to clean it up. But… If this was the only way to reach his goal, so be it. The fragility of the human body could no longer touch him. Death was a tool at his command, a long curved sickle that he would bring in a thousand harvests with. And all this with Tsuzuki at his side. In all his perfection, the man's human heart was what Muraki wished to deprive him of. That compassionate flame in his amethyst eyes would forever be snuffed out by the icy hand of the doctor. And the man would be Muraki's doll forever. How perfectly delicious!
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Tsuzuki, tucked under the covers of his current bed, attempted to glare straight through the wall. He was now forced not only to be Muraki's partner, but now to live in the same apartment with him. The Shinigami could only hope the phrase "separate beds" held some sort of meaning for the doctor. And that hope was doused rather quickly. As the purple eyed man felt a weight applied to the left side of the bed, he began to tear slowly at the sheets in his iron grasp. Cool hands rested on Tsuzuki's bear back and the newly recruited Shinigami pressed his lips to the man's ear. "Tsuzuki… Isn't it wonderful to be together?" He purred dangerously. "I had wished hopelessly that your blood would stain my hands in life, now I wish only for your body in death. And here we are, wrapped in the cloth of deception and demise, together like twin killers."
The dark haired Shinigami was ready to bolt from the bed at any second, enraged by Muraki's words. The only thing Tsuzuki wanted at the moment was that Hisoka would wake up and the doctor would be relocated. Just a couple of months he told himself… He would have to tolerate Muraki's amorous advances and sadistic poetry for only a few months. That thought alone was enough to soothe Tsuzuki's anger. He'd be back with Hisoka…
"You're thinking of the boy, aren't you?" Muraki questioned roughly while lathering the man's neck with wet kisses. "I really am regretful for hurting the boy so. He truly is gorgeous. Not nearly as beautiful as you, with your broad shoulders and strong limbs, but the green eyed prince is possessed of some feminine loveliness." Tsuzuki simply grunted under the doctor's hold, obviously still considering Muraki untrustworthy.
"You stay so rigid against my pleas. No matter, at least you melt at my touch…" With that, Muraki began to slide his hand downwards, resting it at the curve of Tsuzuki's hip and the top of his waistband. The dark haired man tensed and moved away from the doctor. "Muraki, stop it. I need to sleep." He declined as politely as he could. In actuality, he wanted to summon Suzaku and hopefully burn all of the flesh off of Muraki's blackened bones, but he figured that wouldn't go over too well. The doctor shrugged and brought both of his arms up to wrap them around Tsuzuki's chest. This was perfect. He'd have to sleep with the pale man for what… a couple of months! And Tsuzuki had a feeling that stopping Muraki so easily was a rare occasion. Fluttering his eyelashes in frustration, the man heaved a loud sigh and tried to drift off to sleep.
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The next day was very hectic. Muraki and Tsuzuki had been assigned to locate four missing souls, all the product of a very strange gang warfare. The four men had all died fighting each other and the hatred they felt was potent enough to keep their spirits in their decaying bodies. Tsuzuki had seen this sort of thing before, but never with such a partner. Every few moments, Muraki would sigh longingly and toss out something like "Wonderful" or "Superb." Although it had come to be expected with the doctor, it made the purple eyed Shinigami more than a little nervous. Getting this job done would be pretty tough if Muraki simply wanted to be the commentator.
Arming himself with an ofuda, Tsuzuki leapt at the first fighter that presented himself and pressed the long strip of paper to the man's forehead. Immediately the body sagged and fell to the ground. Actually, doing this by himself was fairly easy. The remaining three men continued to battle each other, unnoticing of the first person's disappearance. They were so consumed with the idea of killing each other that the rest of the world was a blur. That made things much easier, but tugged at Tsuzuki's wicked conscience. They hadn't even known what hit them… Striking down a second individual, the dark haired Shinigami stopped in his tracks. Not only was the scene one of sadness, the remaining men wrestling with each other, ignoring all other stimulants, but Muraki was resting against a brick wall, chuckling softly. He was amused?
This was getting out of hand! Tsuzuki wanted to finish the job as soon as possible and be done with the whole lot. Mercifully pressing the third ofuda to a living corpse, the Shinigami's jaw drop as he noticed that Muraki had embraced the last soul and was now pressing the body to his blindingly white jacket. Petting the dead man's grimy hair, Muraki kissed the rotting lips fiercely, pulling the man up to intensify the embrace. The corpse's legs kicked furiously as his arms fell limply to his sides. The kiss was broken pensively by Muraki, who was smiling blankly. And there, lay the body, completely drained of animation and bent at disturbing angles.
"Tsuzuki, we've finished. I hope all of our assignments turn out to be so worthwhile." Muraki mused, stroking the tip of his chin.
****
Back inside the apartment, Tsuzuki shook his head profusely, as if to banish the memories of the day clear out of his head. No! Muraki hadn't changed a bit. He was still just as vicious and rampant as he had been in life. He had liked taking those pitiful souls! How could someone enjoy such a horrendous job? There was no other way to explain it! And now Tsuzuki was stuck with him.
"Tsuzuki? Ready for bed?" Muraki droned, patting the soft sheets beside him. The purple eyed man had now taken to wearing a shirt to bed, just to keep the feel of the doctor's fingers off of his bare skin. Climbing into bed grudgingly beside the pale man, Tsuzuki frowned as Muraki held him to his breast. "Oh, Tsuzuki. So warm you feel. Your lips look delicious, just like the body's. The lips of the dead are so clammy, but yours, yours are filled with the vigor that your hatred for me pumps through them. How I long to suck that vile emotion straight out of them, to lock it inside my own body and know forever how wonderfully horrible I am…"
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Author's Note....The Sequel: Um... Hmmm... *sighs* If anyone could help me with some of the more complicated terms from the series, I'd be much obliged! I always mix them up. En-Ma-Cho... En-Dai-Oh... Confusing-Oh... LOL. Bad joke. Anyway, my only peeve about this is that I have to make poor Tsuzuki so angst-ridden and bitter over poor Hisoka! I love Hisoka! I just... Had to cut him out!!! Anyway... Please suggest any ideas you might have about this fic. Like I said, it's hard to come up with a good, solid plot!!!
Disclaimers: I don't own Yami no Matsuei or any of the characters. If I did, the series would probably rival Ai No Kusabi for graphic MalexMale sex. I guess that tells you about some of the upcoming chapters! *shrug*
*****
Tsuzuki gazed in hatred at the figure in front of him. "You!" He screamed, launching himself at the sadistic doctor. Interposing himself quickly between the two Shinigamis, Watari grabbed the purple eyed man by the shoulders and shot him a firm glance. "Tsuzuki! Calm down! This is your new partner!"
His eyes widening in a split second, Tsuzuki clenched his fists and glared daggers at Muraki. "Him?! HIM?! After what he did to Hisoka, they make HIM a Shinigami!?" He roared, tears now streaming down his face. Muraki smiled innocently and folded his arms. "Tsuzuki, I wish to apologize for all I've done. You see, in life I was plagued with a merciless obsession, a heated insanity that has all but left me completely. I understand now all of the heinous crimes I had committed and have fully atoned for my sins." Muraki cooed softly, moving Watari out of the way to lightly grasp Tsuzuki's hand. "Please, don't blame me." He pleaded.
Tsuzuki threw his hand out of the doctor's grasp and hurried out of the infirmary towards Kaicho's office. He burst through the entry and surveyed the area for any sign of the elderly man. Prowling around the perimeter of the room like a caged animal, he didn't notice when a certain blue eyed secretary snuck into the office. "Tsuzuki?" Tatsumi questioned, his face stricken.
"Tatsumi! Tatsumi, where's Kaicho! I need to ask someone why Muraki is… Why after what he did… To everyone and to Hisoka he's… he's…." Tsuzuki broke into a fresh flood of weeping and sunk down to the ground. Holding the dark haired Shinigami in his arms tenderly, Tatsumi sighed grievously. "I know, it's hard to understand, but from what I understand, the powers that be have decided that Muraki was too precious a power to let slip away. He's brutal, but necessary. And, if what he says is true, he's completely sane."
Disgusted, Tsuzuki pushed the secretary away and shot to his feet. "You believe him? He's still exactly the same! I can tell! And even if he is so valuable, why me? Why partner him with me?"
Tatsumi parted his lips after being pushed away and got to his feet, a little hurt. "Because, if anyone can help him, you can. Tsuzuki, you're the most understand person in the entire district. They thought, if no one else could, you'd be able to work with him. And I'm sorry for Hisoka, truly I am, but that needs to be the farthest thing from your mind at the moment. This is business." The blue eyed man commanded dignifiedly, brushing off his lapels and exiting the office.
****
Muraki, poised in a relatively plush armchair, smiled lazily at the entire thought of it. How strange, to be on the opposite side to which he was so accustomed. Solving murders… It seemed so trivial. Better to be bathed in the blood of others than to clean it up. But… If this was the only way to reach his goal, so be it. The fragility of the human body could no longer touch him. Death was a tool at his command, a long curved sickle that he would bring in a thousand harvests with. And all this with Tsuzuki at his side. In all his perfection, the man's human heart was what Muraki wished to deprive him of. That compassionate flame in his amethyst eyes would forever be snuffed out by the icy hand of the doctor. And the man would be Muraki's doll forever. How perfectly delicious!
****
Tsuzuki, tucked under the covers of his current bed, attempted to glare straight through the wall. He was now forced not only to be Muraki's partner, but now to live in the same apartment with him. The Shinigami could only hope the phrase "separate beds" held some sort of meaning for the doctor. And that hope was doused rather quickly. As the purple eyed man felt a weight applied to the left side of the bed, he began to tear slowly at the sheets in his iron grasp. Cool hands rested on Tsuzuki's bear back and the newly recruited Shinigami pressed his lips to the man's ear. "Tsuzuki… Isn't it wonderful to be together?" He purred dangerously. "I had wished hopelessly that your blood would stain my hands in life, now I wish only for your body in death. And here we are, wrapped in the cloth of deception and demise, together like twin killers."
The dark haired Shinigami was ready to bolt from the bed at any second, enraged by Muraki's words. The only thing Tsuzuki wanted at the moment was that Hisoka would wake up and the doctor would be relocated. Just a couple of months he told himself… He would have to tolerate Muraki's amorous advances and sadistic poetry for only a few months. That thought alone was enough to soothe Tsuzuki's anger. He'd be back with Hisoka…
"You're thinking of the boy, aren't you?" Muraki questioned roughly while lathering the man's neck with wet kisses. "I really am regretful for hurting the boy so. He truly is gorgeous. Not nearly as beautiful as you, with your broad shoulders and strong limbs, but the green eyed prince is possessed of some feminine loveliness." Tsuzuki simply grunted under the doctor's hold, obviously still considering Muraki untrustworthy.
"You stay so rigid against my pleas. No matter, at least you melt at my touch…" With that, Muraki began to slide his hand downwards, resting it at the curve of Tsuzuki's hip and the top of his waistband. The dark haired man tensed and moved away from the doctor. "Muraki, stop it. I need to sleep." He declined as politely as he could. In actuality, he wanted to summon Suzaku and hopefully burn all of the flesh off of Muraki's blackened bones, but he figured that wouldn't go over too well. The doctor shrugged and brought both of his arms up to wrap them around Tsuzuki's chest. This was perfect. He'd have to sleep with the pale man for what… a couple of months! And Tsuzuki had a feeling that stopping Muraki so easily was a rare occasion. Fluttering his eyelashes in frustration, the man heaved a loud sigh and tried to drift off to sleep.
****
The next day was very hectic. Muraki and Tsuzuki had been assigned to locate four missing souls, all the product of a very strange gang warfare. The four men had all died fighting each other and the hatred they felt was potent enough to keep their spirits in their decaying bodies. Tsuzuki had seen this sort of thing before, but never with such a partner. Every few moments, Muraki would sigh longingly and toss out something like "Wonderful" or "Superb." Although it had come to be expected with the doctor, it made the purple eyed Shinigami more than a little nervous. Getting this job done would be pretty tough if Muraki simply wanted to be the commentator.
Arming himself with an ofuda, Tsuzuki leapt at the first fighter that presented himself and pressed the long strip of paper to the man's forehead. Immediately the body sagged and fell to the ground. Actually, doing this by himself was fairly easy. The remaining three men continued to battle each other, unnoticing of the first person's disappearance. They were so consumed with the idea of killing each other that the rest of the world was a blur. That made things much easier, but tugged at Tsuzuki's wicked conscience. They hadn't even known what hit them… Striking down a second individual, the dark haired Shinigami stopped in his tracks. Not only was the scene one of sadness, the remaining men wrestling with each other, ignoring all other stimulants, but Muraki was resting against a brick wall, chuckling softly. He was amused?
This was getting out of hand! Tsuzuki wanted to finish the job as soon as possible and be done with the whole lot. Mercifully pressing the third ofuda to a living corpse, the Shinigami's jaw drop as he noticed that Muraki had embraced the last soul and was now pressing the body to his blindingly white jacket. Petting the dead man's grimy hair, Muraki kissed the rotting lips fiercely, pulling the man up to intensify the embrace. The corpse's legs kicked furiously as his arms fell limply to his sides. The kiss was broken pensively by Muraki, who was smiling blankly. And there, lay the body, completely drained of animation and bent at disturbing angles.
"Tsuzuki, we've finished. I hope all of our assignments turn out to be so worthwhile." Muraki mused, stroking the tip of his chin.
****
Back inside the apartment, Tsuzuki shook his head profusely, as if to banish the memories of the day clear out of his head. No! Muraki hadn't changed a bit. He was still just as vicious and rampant as he had been in life. He had liked taking those pitiful souls! How could someone enjoy such a horrendous job? There was no other way to explain it! And now Tsuzuki was stuck with him.
"Tsuzuki? Ready for bed?" Muraki droned, patting the soft sheets beside him. The purple eyed man had now taken to wearing a shirt to bed, just to keep the feel of the doctor's fingers off of his bare skin. Climbing into bed grudgingly beside the pale man, Tsuzuki frowned as Muraki held him to his breast. "Oh, Tsuzuki. So warm you feel. Your lips look delicious, just like the body's. The lips of the dead are so clammy, but yours, yours are filled with the vigor that your hatred for me pumps through them. How I long to suck that vile emotion straight out of them, to lock it inside my own body and know forever how wonderfully horrible I am…"
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Author's Note....The Sequel: Um... Hmmm... *sighs* If anyone could help me with some of the more complicated terms from the series, I'd be much obliged! I always mix them up. En-Ma-Cho... En-Dai-Oh... Confusing-Oh... LOL. Bad joke. Anyway, my only peeve about this is that I have to make poor Tsuzuki so angst-ridden and bitter over poor Hisoka! I love Hisoka! I just... Had to cut him out!!! Anyway... Please suggest any ideas you might have about this fic. Like I said, it's hard to come up with a good, solid plot!!!