Part. 03
Part title.
Another nightmare
Notes.
To make up for the last part, we have some angst. W00t!
And I wrote this part pretty quickly, too. Awesome. Hopefully the
fourth part will be done within a few days.
That would be nice... Read and
review, please.
/ thoughts / [ dreams ] ( flashbacks )
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A little boy sat on the cold floor of the makeshift
basement built just for him. He hugged
his legs tightly, hiding his tear-streaked face in his knees. He hated crying. But he always seemed to start the moment he was thrown into this
cell...
"I didn't mean to see
it..." he whispered to himself.
"But, she touched me...
I... I didn't..." He sniffed, rubbing the moisture off his
face.
The door opened with a loud
creak, but he didn't turn, only cringed.
He knew who it was. And he knew
what was coming.
"Hisoka." The voice was low and emotionless. Hisoka could sense the man's anger with him
easily enough, he didn't even need to touch him. He didn't want to touch.
He didn't want to feel all that hate, directed solely towards him.
"We had company,
boy," his father hissed, walking up behind him. "They were guests.
You don't cry out in pain in front of them! What is wrong with you?!"
His head was roughly tugged
back by his hair, a few strands ripping out.
Hisoka let out a small yelp, but held back the scream that wanted to
come forth. He would only be yelled at
more if he did scream.
"What do you have to say
for yourself?"
Hisoka gulped and closed his
eyes, whispering in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, father. I'm trying to stop it—"
"Trying isn't good
enough, Hisoka!" The boy was
pulled up and tossed back to the floor, his temple connected painfully with the
concrete floor. A bit of blood trickled
out. It wasn't as bad as it normally
was, though...
"Why do I bother with
you, boy? You're so much trouble. You're such a freak. And in our family, too! How could this have happened...?" The father shook his head. He reached into his back and withdrew
something. "No matter... You must learn your lesson. Until you're cured of this horrible
affliction..."
Hisoka's emerald eyes went
wide with fear as he caught sight of the object. It was all too familiar.
The wood-like handle that held the family insignia on it, the red hue... the blade...
The father stripped him of his
kimono and brought the knife to his chest.
He began to cut, deep enough to sting and bleed freely, but not deep
enough to leave scars. No, they could
not have scars on his precious body, no matter how flawed his mind was...
"Father...! Please!
Stop!" Hisoka cried out, trying to get away. His father knocked him upside the head with
the handle, sending a shock through Hisoka's nerve as the same temple that had
hit the floor was hit again.
"Shut your mouth and take
your lesson, boy!"
Hisoka stopped struggling and
allowed his father to continue cutting him.
He cried out at times, but held back on his louder screams. He bit the inside of his cheek to just prevent
himself from doing that. Eventually he
tasted blood in his mouth. This was
such a horrible feeling...
"I don't care what you
feel. If you hurt, hold your tongue,
and deal with it. I don't care if it
kills you, just don't make a sound!
Don't thrash out at our guests!"
Another cut, this time on his side.
"Do you understand...?"
Hisoka was starting to feel
dizzy, more than likely from either the blood lose or the hit to his head. Either way, he felt like sleeping. But he had to answer first, or else his
lesson would not end. He nodded weakly.
"Good." Hisoka's eyes filled with question as the
voice from above him was no longer his father's, but still familiar.
"What...?" He looked up to the new person, the one that
was still holding Jigoku in a readied fashion.
He screamed when he his emeralds met bright violet.
Tsuzuki smiled. "Does it surprise you...?" The knife trailed down his skin. "Is this why you like it so much? Did daddy beat it into you?" His voice was mocking, so unlike the
affection Hisoka was used to.
"No... Tsuzuki... why are
you...?"
Tsuzuki leaned down and gently
kissed the boy's exposed chest, licking up some of the blood. "You wanted me to. You always do. Why won't you admit it...?"
The knife started to dig into his stomach.
Hisoka's voice left him as he
tried to call out. He struggled with
the man atop of him, but Tsuzuki soon straddled him and pinned him down,
digging the blade further into his abdomen.
/ No... Not again... Stop it,
Tsuzuki...! /
"Just admit it once...
for me, Hisoka... Scream my name, tell
me how much you like it..."
His world was spinning. Everything was fading to black.
"Say it, Hisoka,"
Tsuzuki demanded coldly.
Hisoka stared up at him with
hurt eyes, searching Tsuzuki's for a reason for why he was being treated in
such a manner...
He saw the black wings
again. And he heard Tsuzuki's screaming
in the back of his mind, It's not me, Hisoka, not me! Hisoka!
Hisoka! HISO—
"Hisoka!" Someone was calling his name... "Hisoka, please... please wake
up..."
Emerald eyes opened slowly, the
edges of sleep and a nightmare clinging to his mind. It took a moment to register who had awoken him and where he was:
he was in his own apartment, in his own bed, but his head lay on another's lap,
the one who shook him gently and called his name softly. The other... it was...
His eyes went wide, and, for a
moment, had fear in them. He pushed off
of him and curled into a ball, his back to the older man in bed with him.
"Hisoka?" Tsuzuki
called to him gently. He laid a hand on
the boy's side, making him shiver.
"What's wrong? Did I do
something?"
Hisoka did not answer. Tsuzuki frowned, but refused to stop. He put his arms around the child and pulled
him close, though he struggled against the elder's grip.
"Let me go," Hisoka
hissed.
"Hisoka... Hisoka, please don't turn from me. What happened? What's got you so scared?"
It took Hisoka a moment for
all of his words to sink in. It was
Tsuzuki... his Tsuzuki, not the one from the dream... He wouldn't hurt him... He wouldn't cut him like that... He clung to Tsuzuki's loose pajama top,
burying his head into the older man's chest.
Tsuzuki hugged him tighter,
not wanting to let go of his precious angel.
He kissed him on top of the head, asking, "What did you dream
about, Hisoka...? Why did you seem
scared of me...?"
Hisoka gulped. Should he tell Tsuzuki about the
dream...? No, he may mention something
about his father.. he didn't want his
partner to get worried about that, like he knew he would. Tsuzuki worried about him far too much. But... it was kind of nice. No one else had before.
"It... doesn't
matter. It was stupid..."
"You wouldn't be so upset
if it was stupid, Hisoka..."
"Can we... can we go back
to sleep, Tsuzuki? I'm still
tired..." / Anything to get off
topic... /
"You go ahead,
Hisoka. I wasn't sleeping,
anyway..."
Hisoka frowned. "Are you still having problems with
insomnia...?"
"Yeah, but don't worry
about it... Just go back to sleep,
okay?" Tsuzuki laid down, pulling
the boy into his side. "I'll be
right here when you wake up..."
Hisoka nuzzled the man's chest
affectionately, holding tightly onto his shirt still. He was slowly growing used to having Tsuzuki here with him, like
he had been the past five days. And it
was wonderful to sleep next to him. He
was worried, though... Tsuzuki wasn't
sleeping well, if at all, and it was starting to show in his work. It had started the night after Tsuzuki
started to stay the night...
/ I hope I'm not doing
something to keep you awake, Tsuzuki...
I don't want to cause you any discomfort... /
Hisoka closed his eyes and let
himself fall asleep. The nightmare from
before still slung to his mind, but he soon forgot it as images of the violet
eyed Shinigami filled his head instead.
When Tsuzuki was sure that
Hisoka was asleep, he let out a small sigh.
"Why did you look at me with such hurt, Hisoka...?" He looked down at the sleeping boy in his
arms. "I wish you'd tell me
something..." He shook his head
slightly. "Doesn't matter. We can deal with it later." He gave the child a quick, tight hug, before
relaxing, and trying to sleep himself.
But sleep would not come...
The ending's weird, I
know, but nothing else would come to mind.
*shrugs* Ohwell. You get to figure out about why Tsuzuki
can't sleep later, btw. Probably not in
the next part – their newest case will be described then – but in the fifth
part, which will be 'first nightmare'.
Squee. But that's a ways away,
so let's not worry about it right now, shall we?
Not really enough reviews to give shout-outs for, so I'll do them next
time. So, in the meantime, read and
review, please!