A/N:
Thanks again for those who reviewed.
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Part 3
Tsuzuki ran his tongue over my lips, and I flutter my eyelids before opening my mouth. It was exquisite. His seeking tongue explored mine. He was very gentle; never intrusive. From our position, I was very much in sync with his feelings and I was ecstatic to feel his sincere love for me. In silent surrender, I let him have his way with me. His hands raked my hair, lowering it until he reached my collarbone. His lips left mine, and I began to whimper but soon I was moaning with pleasure as he busied himself nibbling on my neck. I feel him bite slightly before licking it and sucking it hard. I ran my hands through his silken hair, tugging slightly. He went back again, claiming my lips once more. I feel the tug at my horrible orange shirt that I love to wear, and I raise my hands so he'd have no problem removing it.
Moments later, my shirt was lying in a heap on the floor, forgotten.
* * * * * *
The boy suddenly woke up. He was drenched in a thick sweat, and he was gaping for air. He tried to sit up abruptly, but his pounding head disabled him to do so. Instead, he sat up slowly, cradling his head. It felt light-headed.
The boy tried to gain his bearings.
'Where am I?'
His eyes momentarily bulged as incidents from earlier haunted him.
Pieces of broken china...
Hot breath on his skin...
The man dressed in white...
He looked wildly around, searching the area. It seemed that he was alright now. He groped in the dark and reached for his bedside table. He flicked the lamp on, and he watched as a soft yellow light illuminated the whole room. Memories flooded his mind again. He was trapped somewhere in space he supposed, and watched from something sort of like a television. It was rectangular in shape, but it was suspended from thin air. It was high up, and he couldn't quite reach it. But he could clearly see what was being shown by the rectangular- shaped object.
It was himself. He was watching his human form act on its own. He watched in horror as his own body made moves that even he wouldn't dream on doing. He tried to reach up for that wall, thinking it was his only way out, but try as he might, he couldn't reach it. But now, it seems that he had regained control over his body. He didn't know what he'd done, but he had to warn them.
He stood up from his bed, clutching his bedside table. But even before his feet made contact with the floor, somebody held his shoulder back, causing him to retaliate painfully back on the bed. Terror seized his heart, and the familiar breath on his neck caused him to raise goosebumps on his skin.
"It's amazing that you're still able to fight under my spell, but I have to admit boy, you were good. Really good." It was a harsh whisper.
The boy tried to find his voice. He tried to show indifference and courage, but his voice trembled as he spoke.
"Just leave me and my friends alone, you psycho!"
The man laughed; a homicidal, manic laugh.
"You know, you remind me of someone. Iie, you remind me of a broken doll. He really is a pest, coming between me and my beloved. But he shall see. I'm taking back what is mine."
"Psycho.. you've really lost it. You're nuts.." The boy whimpered out.
"Tsch. For the meantime however..." the man trailed, raising a finger up in the air, and bringing it to the boy's forehead.
At the sight of the finger, the boy let out a bloodcurling scream.
* * * * * *
Good God. I've never felt so much bliss and horny in my whole life.
"T-tsuzuki.."
My body registered the weird sensations that my very own partner is giving me right now. His warm mouth is tickling my nipples as he teased me, his tongue flicking over it while assaulting the other with his hands.
After his mouth was done with one bud, he proceeded to do the same with the other one.
Really. He's too good to even describe him in words. Maybe I'll have to add this to the JuOhCho's "Why-Tsuzuki-Is-Top-Shinigami" list. But then again, maybe not. Someone might have this bizarre urge to prove the theory right and I wouldn't like that.
I feel his hands roving my entire body, as if memorizing every muscle and every curve. Later, his knuckles brush over my navel. I held my breath in silent anticipation, blood rushing over my head as his hands made contact with the zipper of my pants. He was slowly unzipping it and....
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
Tsuzuki jumped a good ten feet high, then dropping off the bed. I, on the other hand, felt really dumb since I also screamed my head off.
Talk about major disturbance.
"What the heck?" I groaned exasperatedly, eyeing Tsuzuki. He was flushed red, and he was struggling to button his shirt. As he hurried, the buttons of his shirt flew in all directions. He looked at it frustratingly, and then threw it off somewhere.
"Ahh. Forget the shirt. Come on, Hisoka.That sounds like Hijiri."
Without even waiting for me, Tsuzuki made a mad dash towards Hijiri's door, busting the door open.
I frowned.
Hijiri must have a good excuse for disturbing us, or else.
* * * * *
"Tsuzuki, could you please stay the night with me? I'm really scared." Hijiri pouted, making a teary-eyed face.
Tsuzuki's face melted into a smile, and for a moment, I thought he was going to reach out and touch Hijiri's face.
But he didn't.
I let Tsuzuki handle Hijiri, and it appears he's making a good job on it. Apparently, he had a terrible nightmare about something or someone, and that's what caused him to scream. I didn't want to believe him, but he did look like a mess. His hair was matted in his cheek, and he was all sweaty, despite the air-conditioning.
I shiver due to the cold room, and I hugged myself. Like Tsuzuki, I went to Hijiri's room without bothering to wear my discarded shirt. Something is puzzling me though. If Hijiri really felt scared, and indeed he looks like it, why can't I feel anything from him? My powers are still working, I know because I can feel Tsuzuki even if he'd put barriers around him. And, the scream that we heard is not exactly what I call a feverish scream. It's beyond that.
"Hisoka, can Tsuzuki stay here please? I can't sleep if he's not here with me." It was Hijiri, now pleading to me. I look at him in the face, and I can't help feeling a bit uneasy. Even Hijiri's face and expression isn't the same. What's wrong with him?
"Ne, Hisoka? Please?"
"Hai, hai. Do whatever you want."
"Thanks 'Soka-chan. We'll just get back to our activity tomorrow." Tsuzuki said, winking at me. I left Hijiri's room, and I went back to our room. The curtains billowed gracefully, and I feel myself getting sleepy. Within minutes, I was fast asleep.
I didn't notice that the moon was then the color of blood.
* * * * *
"Waai! Isn't it a great day?" Tsuzuki asked us as we walked the next morning towards 'String Masters'. Today would be the first time that we'd actually get to be working on the case. And as agreed upon, I was acting as a trying hard violinist and Tsuzuki was Hijiri's stupid looking bodyguard. We went through the plan earlier, and we are just gong to snoop today, and gather rumors about the disguised soul.
"Ne, 'Soka-chan, aren't you excited? You're going to learn the play the violin!"
"No."
"And not only that, you're teacher is the most talented one there is."
"Whatever." I said, rolling my eyes at him. I gave Hijiri a dirty look. He just laughed at me.
"Oi, Hisoka. Don't be so glum. It's so early in the morning and you're grumpy already! Didn't you get a good night's sleep?"
"Oh, I did. I got the bed all by myself, and I wonder why."
Tsuzuki sweatdropped.
"A-ano, I didn't sleep in his bed-"Tsuzuki stuttered.
"I'm not asking anything."
Tsuzuki sweatdropped again.
"Hey! We're here!" Hijiri suddenly shouted, gesturing towards a large building. It was easily the grandest place in the place. When we reached the interior of the violin house, there were a lot of people milling around, and most of them had cameras around their neck. Beside me, Hijiri groaned.
"Great. Paparazzi."
Just as he said that, people turned to our direction, and people began to get excited.
"Hey! He's here! Hijiri Minase is here!" someone shouted. Our eyes hurt at the continuous flashing of light from the paparazzi's camera. Tsuzuki immediately to his security mode, standing in front of us, acting exactly like a body guard.
"Hey, hey. Let's give boss here a little breathing room, shall we? Now, back off." I heard him saying, and I felt Hijiri steer me inside the building, leaving the chaos behind. Moments later, Tsuzuki went in to join us.
His shirt was torn, and his cap missing.
"What happened to you, you bakero?" I screeched as I caught sight of a bruise in his cheek. The bruise healed though.
"Well, those people got rough with me. They wanted Hijiri's picture, and they just sort of crushed me."
"Well, that's okay for now. We have to go to the main room now, Hijiri." I said, and he nodded. He led us to several flight of stairs, and endless rooms fitted for practicing. Finally, we stopped at a big room.
"Well, this is it, you guys. Hisoka, you and I will pretend to play for a while, and Tsuzuki just stand guard. After for a while, you two can do your job."
"Roger." Tsuzuki said, and we entered the room.
Geez. I didn't know violin was that hard to play. For the one whole hour that Hijiri and I practiced, I did not even learn the right position for holding the violin. Looks like I might not learn anything at all. Anyway, the three of us had split up, agreeing that it was best to spread out so that were able to talk to more people. So far, I have talked with at least four people, and I have gathered enough information. The thing is, the story was really vague. It was true that the victims really were from String Masters and they died when they were practicing, but there was no clue as to the disguising soul. There was one important thing that Tatsumi had missed though. The violin string used to kill them came from the victims' own violins. Not only that, the killer seemed to have taken a souvenir string with him because, not counting the one used for strangling the victim, the violin was lacking one string.
Weird.
I wonder vaguely where Tsuzuki was, since I have not seen him around. Come to think of it, I haven't seen Hijiri around also. I frowned, looking around, hoping to catch a glimpse of either of the two. I had been doing nothing all day but to talk to strangers, and walk around, carrying my violin. I was tired, and I want to call it a day. We could just put together everything that we learnt at home. Suddenly, my eyes sought out a little bar at the corner of the room. There were only a few people around, and I could clearly see who was with who there.
Then I saw it.
Hijiri and Tsuzuki sat at one corner drinking coffee, their heads bent low together, talking.
Neither was laughing, and they seem to be discussing something important. I walked over to them, trying to control my wave of emotions.
T.b.c.
A/N:
Sorry, it took me long, but I hoped you enjoyed that. (
Thanks again for those who reviewed.
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Part 3
Tsuzuki ran his tongue over my lips, and I flutter my eyelids before opening my mouth. It was exquisite. His seeking tongue explored mine. He was very gentle; never intrusive. From our position, I was very much in sync with his feelings and I was ecstatic to feel his sincere love for me. In silent surrender, I let him have his way with me. His hands raked my hair, lowering it until he reached my collarbone. His lips left mine, and I began to whimper but soon I was moaning with pleasure as he busied himself nibbling on my neck. I feel him bite slightly before licking it and sucking it hard. I ran my hands through his silken hair, tugging slightly. He went back again, claiming my lips once more. I feel the tug at my horrible orange shirt that I love to wear, and I raise my hands so he'd have no problem removing it.
Moments later, my shirt was lying in a heap on the floor, forgotten.
* * * * * *
The boy suddenly woke up. He was drenched in a thick sweat, and he was gaping for air. He tried to sit up abruptly, but his pounding head disabled him to do so. Instead, he sat up slowly, cradling his head. It felt light-headed.
The boy tried to gain his bearings.
'Where am I?'
His eyes momentarily bulged as incidents from earlier haunted him.
Pieces of broken china...
Hot breath on his skin...
The man dressed in white...
He looked wildly around, searching the area. It seemed that he was alright now. He groped in the dark and reached for his bedside table. He flicked the lamp on, and he watched as a soft yellow light illuminated the whole room. Memories flooded his mind again. He was trapped somewhere in space he supposed, and watched from something sort of like a television. It was rectangular in shape, but it was suspended from thin air. It was high up, and he couldn't quite reach it. But he could clearly see what was being shown by the rectangular- shaped object.
It was himself. He was watching his human form act on its own. He watched in horror as his own body made moves that even he wouldn't dream on doing. He tried to reach up for that wall, thinking it was his only way out, but try as he might, he couldn't reach it. But now, it seems that he had regained control over his body. He didn't know what he'd done, but he had to warn them.
He stood up from his bed, clutching his bedside table. But even before his feet made contact with the floor, somebody held his shoulder back, causing him to retaliate painfully back on the bed. Terror seized his heart, and the familiar breath on his neck caused him to raise goosebumps on his skin.
"It's amazing that you're still able to fight under my spell, but I have to admit boy, you were good. Really good." It was a harsh whisper.
The boy tried to find his voice. He tried to show indifference and courage, but his voice trembled as he spoke.
"Just leave me and my friends alone, you psycho!"
The man laughed; a homicidal, manic laugh.
"You know, you remind me of someone. Iie, you remind me of a broken doll. He really is a pest, coming between me and my beloved. But he shall see. I'm taking back what is mine."
"Psycho.. you've really lost it. You're nuts.." The boy whimpered out.
"Tsch. For the meantime however..." the man trailed, raising a finger up in the air, and bringing it to the boy's forehead.
At the sight of the finger, the boy let out a bloodcurling scream.
* * * * * *
Good God. I've never felt so much bliss and horny in my whole life.
"T-tsuzuki.."
My body registered the weird sensations that my very own partner is giving me right now. His warm mouth is tickling my nipples as he teased me, his tongue flicking over it while assaulting the other with his hands.
After his mouth was done with one bud, he proceeded to do the same with the other one.
Really. He's too good to even describe him in words. Maybe I'll have to add this to the JuOhCho's "Why-Tsuzuki-Is-Top-Shinigami" list. But then again, maybe not. Someone might have this bizarre urge to prove the theory right and I wouldn't like that.
I feel his hands roving my entire body, as if memorizing every muscle and every curve. Later, his knuckles brush over my navel. I held my breath in silent anticipation, blood rushing over my head as his hands made contact with the zipper of my pants. He was slowly unzipping it and....
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
Tsuzuki jumped a good ten feet high, then dropping off the bed. I, on the other hand, felt really dumb since I also screamed my head off.
Talk about major disturbance.
"What the heck?" I groaned exasperatedly, eyeing Tsuzuki. He was flushed red, and he was struggling to button his shirt. As he hurried, the buttons of his shirt flew in all directions. He looked at it frustratingly, and then threw it off somewhere.
"Ahh. Forget the shirt. Come on, Hisoka.That sounds like Hijiri."
Without even waiting for me, Tsuzuki made a mad dash towards Hijiri's door, busting the door open.
I frowned.
Hijiri must have a good excuse for disturbing us, or else.
* * * * *
"Tsuzuki, could you please stay the night with me? I'm really scared." Hijiri pouted, making a teary-eyed face.
Tsuzuki's face melted into a smile, and for a moment, I thought he was going to reach out and touch Hijiri's face.
But he didn't.
I let Tsuzuki handle Hijiri, and it appears he's making a good job on it. Apparently, he had a terrible nightmare about something or someone, and that's what caused him to scream. I didn't want to believe him, but he did look like a mess. His hair was matted in his cheek, and he was all sweaty, despite the air-conditioning.
I shiver due to the cold room, and I hugged myself. Like Tsuzuki, I went to Hijiri's room without bothering to wear my discarded shirt. Something is puzzling me though. If Hijiri really felt scared, and indeed he looks like it, why can't I feel anything from him? My powers are still working, I know because I can feel Tsuzuki even if he'd put barriers around him. And, the scream that we heard is not exactly what I call a feverish scream. It's beyond that.
"Hisoka, can Tsuzuki stay here please? I can't sleep if he's not here with me." It was Hijiri, now pleading to me. I look at him in the face, and I can't help feeling a bit uneasy. Even Hijiri's face and expression isn't the same. What's wrong with him?
"Ne, Hisoka? Please?"
"Hai, hai. Do whatever you want."
"Thanks 'Soka-chan. We'll just get back to our activity tomorrow." Tsuzuki said, winking at me. I left Hijiri's room, and I went back to our room. The curtains billowed gracefully, and I feel myself getting sleepy. Within minutes, I was fast asleep.
I didn't notice that the moon was then the color of blood.
* * * * *
"Waai! Isn't it a great day?" Tsuzuki asked us as we walked the next morning towards 'String Masters'. Today would be the first time that we'd actually get to be working on the case. And as agreed upon, I was acting as a trying hard violinist and Tsuzuki was Hijiri's stupid looking bodyguard. We went through the plan earlier, and we are just gong to snoop today, and gather rumors about the disguised soul.
"Ne, 'Soka-chan, aren't you excited? You're going to learn the play the violin!"
"No."
"And not only that, you're teacher is the most talented one there is."
"Whatever." I said, rolling my eyes at him. I gave Hijiri a dirty look. He just laughed at me.
"Oi, Hisoka. Don't be so glum. It's so early in the morning and you're grumpy already! Didn't you get a good night's sleep?"
"Oh, I did. I got the bed all by myself, and I wonder why."
Tsuzuki sweatdropped.
"A-ano, I didn't sleep in his bed-"Tsuzuki stuttered.
"I'm not asking anything."
Tsuzuki sweatdropped again.
"Hey! We're here!" Hijiri suddenly shouted, gesturing towards a large building. It was easily the grandest place in the place. When we reached the interior of the violin house, there were a lot of people milling around, and most of them had cameras around their neck. Beside me, Hijiri groaned.
"Great. Paparazzi."
Just as he said that, people turned to our direction, and people began to get excited.
"Hey! He's here! Hijiri Minase is here!" someone shouted. Our eyes hurt at the continuous flashing of light from the paparazzi's camera. Tsuzuki immediately to his security mode, standing in front of us, acting exactly like a body guard.
"Hey, hey. Let's give boss here a little breathing room, shall we? Now, back off." I heard him saying, and I felt Hijiri steer me inside the building, leaving the chaos behind. Moments later, Tsuzuki went in to join us.
His shirt was torn, and his cap missing.
"What happened to you, you bakero?" I screeched as I caught sight of a bruise in his cheek. The bruise healed though.
"Well, those people got rough with me. They wanted Hijiri's picture, and they just sort of crushed me."
"Well, that's okay for now. We have to go to the main room now, Hijiri." I said, and he nodded. He led us to several flight of stairs, and endless rooms fitted for practicing. Finally, we stopped at a big room.
"Well, this is it, you guys. Hisoka, you and I will pretend to play for a while, and Tsuzuki just stand guard. After for a while, you two can do your job."
"Roger." Tsuzuki said, and we entered the room.
Geez. I didn't know violin was that hard to play. For the one whole hour that Hijiri and I practiced, I did not even learn the right position for holding the violin. Looks like I might not learn anything at all. Anyway, the three of us had split up, agreeing that it was best to spread out so that were able to talk to more people. So far, I have talked with at least four people, and I have gathered enough information. The thing is, the story was really vague. It was true that the victims really were from String Masters and they died when they were practicing, but there was no clue as to the disguising soul. There was one important thing that Tatsumi had missed though. The violin string used to kill them came from the victims' own violins. Not only that, the killer seemed to have taken a souvenir string with him because, not counting the one used for strangling the victim, the violin was lacking one string.
Weird.
I wonder vaguely where Tsuzuki was, since I have not seen him around. Come to think of it, I haven't seen Hijiri around also. I frowned, looking around, hoping to catch a glimpse of either of the two. I had been doing nothing all day but to talk to strangers, and walk around, carrying my violin. I was tired, and I want to call it a day. We could just put together everything that we learnt at home. Suddenly, my eyes sought out a little bar at the corner of the room. There were only a few people around, and I could clearly see who was with who there.
Then I saw it.
Hijiri and Tsuzuki sat at one corner drinking coffee, their heads bent low together, talking.
Neither was laughing, and they seem to be discussing something important. I walked over to them, trying to control my wave of emotions.
T.b.c.
A/N:
Sorry, it took me long, but I hoped you enjoyed that. (