Have a Very Merry Christmas
Author:Purrmeow
Disclaimer: This is a yaoi(manlove) ficcie, starring YnM's Tsuzuki and Hisoka; and as we all know, I do not own this show, so please do not sue me for copyright values. But this is a bit of a gory ficcie, involving graphic death, etc.=lots o' blood ^-^! So, without further adieu...
Chapter Two: Suspect Number One
Tsuzuki's fingers clacked at the keys of his laptop diligently, his hard eyes never leaving the glowing screen as he sat rather uncomfotably at the makeshift computer desk. His mind was everywhere, and he and Hisoka hadn't said a word to eachother since they had left JuuOhCho; and so the silence between the two seemed to grow more and more strained with each passing moment. They had no hard leads, and Tsuzuki had tried to dig up connections anywhere in the available evidence, currently scanning over the destinations of each event; the only thing they held in common was the simple fact that they all took place within the Nagasaki region, their pattern wild and unreadable. Even each victim appeard to be randomly chosen, ranging in age, gender, social status, etc. Prospects appeared to be hopeless, and with every new hunch, there was a repeated failure; the murderer was either incredibly smart, or completely insane. This led him to one key suspect... Muraki.
They had no real proof that he had been killed in Touda's flames, and Hisoka's markings had not yet dissappeared either; all signs pointed to the insane doctor, and he knew that although it was the most likely assumption, neither he nor his partner were looking forward to pursuing that suspect again. Having created himself at least a primary suspect, the brunette questioned how he could follow up on the murders. If Muraki was alive, and was the killer, he had no place where to look for the psychopathic man, let alone find him.
Quickly scanning both the staff and patient lists in all the hospitals of Nagasaki, he did not find a single Muraki Kazutaka, disheartening the shinigami even more. Therefore he was left to assume that the man was either not alive, or not in Nagasaki; but if he weren't in Nagasaki, then the murders would be nearly impossible to commit. Either way, Tsuzuki was stuck with the biggest question of the entire case, ' What is the motive?'. Tossing his tired body onto the bed in frustration, he couldn't help but toss and turn, rolling about in an attempt to shed the confusion. Growling low in his throat, he ceased the meaningless movement and stared blankly at the faded turquoise walls.
'Why?... Why?... Why?...' The answers would not come to him, and his mind was already seriuosly overworked, his thought patterns slower and more tired. Everything about him ached, his mind, his body, is worn out emotions... everything.
It was then that Hisoka returned, closing the motel door benhind him, and removing his rain wet shoes; the teen had gone to find any leads on the streets, and it seemed, through his heavy sighs, that he had found none. Casually, with the grace of an angel, the teen glided across the room and past Tsuzuki to the adjoining bathroom, closing the door behind him softly. Mouth opening ever so slightly, the tired man prepared to speak, but halted as the door blocked him from his target. The brunette needed to get back on speaking terms with his worn out partner, but did not know how to rid them of the ice that seemed to freeze them apart.
Rising on the bed, he stepped over to the place where his laptop rested, standing still before it he paused, and resting a hand on the warm plastic keyboard he smiled. Slowly, his fingers worked with the computer and he closed all of the open and meaningless files, uttering a near silent " Oyasumi nasai," as he shut it down, closing the lid like monitor softly. Both he and the laptop had done their fair share of work that night, and although he didn't really have anything to show for it, he had a suspect, and although it were a simple assumption, it was a step up from where they began.
Mechanically untying the tie that held around his neck, Tsuzuki prepared himself for bed, soft, pale fingers unbuttoning his dress shirt as he neared one of the two empty beds. Hearing the toilet flush from the bathroom, Tsuzuki turned hopefully towards the bathroom door, a tired smile across his features. Leaving his white dress shirt hanging open, he took a step towards the opening door, eyes planted intently on those of his partner's, which were shocked to see such attention after he left the washroom.
Blushing slightly, Hisoka shut the door behind him and avoided Tsuzuki's stare, a little creeped out by the intent gaze. He didn't really know what to say to the man he had so clearly been trying to avoid, but he felt entirely responsible for the heavy air that surrounded them and wanted to rid them of the feeling, somehow. Passing by the obviously tired man, Hisoka peeled off his wet jean jacket and set it down on the back of an empty chair, avoiding Tsuzuki as best he could. Flopping down onto his bed heavily, he stared at the ceiling for a long while, eyes set on the plain surface even as he heard Tsuzuki flop down onto his own bed with a sigh.
Sighing himself, the blonde rolled onto his side, green pools flickering to the partially exposed man, their gaze lingering on the pale expanse of Tsuzuki's chest, chizeled to perfection. He was shocked, almost angry, when his eyes would not leave, transfixed on the blemishless suface; but was thankfully broken away when the shy voice of his parnter spoke.
"Hisoka?" The man questioned quietly, his eyes moving to his partner shyly.
"Uhn," Hisoka responded, a little too readily in his mind, but he was no longer in control of the situation, his mind was working on it's own.
"I'm not quite sure, but I have a feeling Muraki may be behind this case as well." Tsuzuki ruefully suggested, averting his eyes from his partner momentarily, to spare the teen the impending embarrasment.
Hisoka could not help but shudder at the slightest whisper of that man's name, the word alone having become a curse to his violated body. But he couldn't help but believe the assumptions of his elder partner, understanding that there was some, even if it were the slightest bit, of truth behind the idea. Pulling up the sleeve of his bright orange sweater, both Tsuzuki's and Hisoka's eyes fell upon the bright and detailed carvings that decorated the younger's fair skin mockingly. " I suppose," he reluctantly agreed, glaring at the accursed markings," but why?..."
The teen asked the same question, to no one in particular, just as Tsuzuki had done earlier. Attention averting from his arm, he glanced towards the other, to find that the brunette was asleep, Tsuzuki's innocent features relaxed into a soft smile.
"Tsuzu-!" Hisoka began, an anger vein throbbing on his head at the disrespect of the elder, which quckly subsided as he relaxed and smiled. Getting up, he pulled the thin quilt up to the man's collar and sighed, " Oyasumi nasai." He admitted, falling back into his own bed softly, eyes locked on the moon, which began to glow an eerie red.
***End of Chapter Two*** Oooooh the suspense^-^! Reviews please!
Author:Purrmeow
Disclaimer: This is a yaoi(manlove) ficcie, starring YnM's Tsuzuki and Hisoka; and as we all know, I do not own this show, so please do not sue me for copyright values. But this is a bit of a gory ficcie, involving graphic death, etc.=lots o' blood ^-^! So, without further adieu...
Chapter Two: Suspect Number One
Tsuzuki's fingers clacked at the keys of his laptop diligently, his hard eyes never leaving the glowing screen as he sat rather uncomfotably at the makeshift computer desk. His mind was everywhere, and he and Hisoka hadn't said a word to eachother since they had left JuuOhCho; and so the silence between the two seemed to grow more and more strained with each passing moment. They had no hard leads, and Tsuzuki had tried to dig up connections anywhere in the available evidence, currently scanning over the destinations of each event; the only thing they held in common was the simple fact that they all took place within the Nagasaki region, their pattern wild and unreadable. Even each victim appeard to be randomly chosen, ranging in age, gender, social status, etc. Prospects appeared to be hopeless, and with every new hunch, there was a repeated failure; the murderer was either incredibly smart, or completely insane. This led him to one key suspect... Muraki.
They had no real proof that he had been killed in Touda's flames, and Hisoka's markings had not yet dissappeared either; all signs pointed to the insane doctor, and he knew that although it was the most likely assumption, neither he nor his partner were looking forward to pursuing that suspect again. Having created himself at least a primary suspect, the brunette questioned how he could follow up on the murders. If Muraki was alive, and was the killer, he had no place where to look for the psychopathic man, let alone find him.
Quickly scanning both the staff and patient lists in all the hospitals of Nagasaki, he did not find a single Muraki Kazutaka, disheartening the shinigami even more. Therefore he was left to assume that the man was either not alive, or not in Nagasaki; but if he weren't in Nagasaki, then the murders would be nearly impossible to commit. Either way, Tsuzuki was stuck with the biggest question of the entire case, ' What is the motive?'. Tossing his tired body onto the bed in frustration, he couldn't help but toss and turn, rolling about in an attempt to shed the confusion. Growling low in his throat, he ceased the meaningless movement and stared blankly at the faded turquoise walls.
'Why?... Why?... Why?...' The answers would not come to him, and his mind was already seriuosly overworked, his thought patterns slower and more tired. Everything about him ached, his mind, his body, is worn out emotions... everything.
It was then that Hisoka returned, closing the motel door benhind him, and removing his rain wet shoes; the teen had gone to find any leads on the streets, and it seemed, through his heavy sighs, that he had found none. Casually, with the grace of an angel, the teen glided across the room and past Tsuzuki to the adjoining bathroom, closing the door behind him softly. Mouth opening ever so slightly, the tired man prepared to speak, but halted as the door blocked him from his target. The brunette needed to get back on speaking terms with his worn out partner, but did not know how to rid them of the ice that seemed to freeze them apart.
Rising on the bed, he stepped over to the place where his laptop rested, standing still before it he paused, and resting a hand on the warm plastic keyboard he smiled. Slowly, his fingers worked with the computer and he closed all of the open and meaningless files, uttering a near silent " Oyasumi nasai," as he shut it down, closing the lid like monitor softly. Both he and the laptop had done their fair share of work that night, and although he didn't really have anything to show for it, he had a suspect, and although it were a simple assumption, it was a step up from where they began.
Mechanically untying the tie that held around his neck, Tsuzuki prepared himself for bed, soft, pale fingers unbuttoning his dress shirt as he neared one of the two empty beds. Hearing the toilet flush from the bathroom, Tsuzuki turned hopefully towards the bathroom door, a tired smile across his features. Leaving his white dress shirt hanging open, he took a step towards the opening door, eyes planted intently on those of his partner's, which were shocked to see such attention after he left the washroom.
Blushing slightly, Hisoka shut the door behind him and avoided Tsuzuki's stare, a little creeped out by the intent gaze. He didn't really know what to say to the man he had so clearly been trying to avoid, but he felt entirely responsible for the heavy air that surrounded them and wanted to rid them of the feeling, somehow. Passing by the obviously tired man, Hisoka peeled off his wet jean jacket and set it down on the back of an empty chair, avoiding Tsuzuki as best he could. Flopping down onto his bed heavily, he stared at the ceiling for a long while, eyes set on the plain surface even as he heard Tsuzuki flop down onto his own bed with a sigh.
Sighing himself, the blonde rolled onto his side, green pools flickering to the partially exposed man, their gaze lingering on the pale expanse of Tsuzuki's chest, chizeled to perfection. He was shocked, almost angry, when his eyes would not leave, transfixed on the blemishless suface; but was thankfully broken away when the shy voice of his parnter spoke.
"Hisoka?" The man questioned quietly, his eyes moving to his partner shyly.
"Uhn," Hisoka responded, a little too readily in his mind, but he was no longer in control of the situation, his mind was working on it's own.
"I'm not quite sure, but I have a feeling Muraki may be behind this case as well." Tsuzuki ruefully suggested, averting his eyes from his partner momentarily, to spare the teen the impending embarrasment.
Hisoka could not help but shudder at the slightest whisper of that man's name, the word alone having become a curse to his violated body. But he couldn't help but believe the assumptions of his elder partner, understanding that there was some, even if it were the slightest bit, of truth behind the idea. Pulling up the sleeve of his bright orange sweater, both Tsuzuki's and Hisoka's eyes fell upon the bright and detailed carvings that decorated the younger's fair skin mockingly. " I suppose," he reluctantly agreed, glaring at the accursed markings," but why?..."
The teen asked the same question, to no one in particular, just as Tsuzuki had done earlier. Attention averting from his arm, he glanced towards the other, to find that the brunette was asleep, Tsuzuki's innocent features relaxed into a soft smile.
"Tsuzu-!" Hisoka began, an anger vein throbbing on his head at the disrespect of the elder, which quckly subsided as he relaxed and smiled. Getting up, he pulled the thin quilt up to the man's collar and sighed, " Oyasumi nasai." He admitted, falling back into his own bed softly, eyes locked on the moon, which began to glow an eerie red.
***End of Chapter Two*** Oooooh the suspense^-^! Reviews please!