Have a Very Merry Christmas
Author: Purrmeow
Disclaimer: Again I will repeat myself: This is YAOI- which means manXman love. This is also a very explicit fic, gore and romantically, so don't read if that offends you. I also have a special warning for this chapter in particular, for those of you who are deeply religious of offended by such, do not read on; this is also the goriest chapter thus far... so please do not flame, I have warned you. I do not own YnM, I own a crappy computer and alot of Anime merchandise (which I'd rather die than give up) so please just enjoy the fic ^-^ I'm proud of how this one is turning out.
Chapter Four: Number 6
Hisoka's bright green eyes blinked open, once, twice, thrice; he then realized that it was getting dark, the sun was already low in the sky, a soft gold tinting everything in his vision. Sunset! He had allowed himself to sleep so late?! Tsuzuki had allowed him to sleep so late?! The very thought of sacrificing an entire days worth of work for sleep was almost horrifying, what would any of the other shinigami think of him if they found out he had slept the whole day. Beating himself for such sloth, he rolled out of bed, glancing through sore eyes about the room. Tsuzuki was nowhere to be found, peaking in throught the half opened bathroom door he found no one.
'Where could he have gone?' The blonde thought to himself. The last time he remembered seeing Tsuzuki was in the middle of the night; he vividly remembered how frightened he was, how his tears burned as they fell down his flushed cheeks, how he had clung to Tsuzuki for dear life, how the other had just held him... Hisoka blushed, remembering other aspects of the encounter; Tsuzuki's distinct scent, how he'd drown his senses after a while in the intoxicating aroma. That was when he must have fallen back asleep! The teen discovered, although the memories were doing nothing but embarrassing the already pink boy even further; but now that Tsuzuki's heart warming presence was no where to be found, the younger shinigami felt lonely, and even more so worried.
Frantically searching from end to end of their hotel room , he found everything to be in order, until he noticed the coffee mug that sat next to the laptop. Taking the cold mug in his empty palms, he felt warmed up instantly, the mug was flooded with Tsuzuki's aura, and Hisoka could feel the comfort through the half drank cup of near syrup. Sighing, the teenager did not know why he had let himself get so worked up over the whole situation; Tsuzuki was a strong shinigami, even stronger than Hisoka himself, he knew how to use his powers, so why did the blonde get so worried when he awoke and the other wasn't there? Placing the cup back down next to the computer, the blonde sighed once more and made his way back to the bed, falling to the cushioned surface with his head in his palms.
Maybe he'd go back up to JuuOhCho for the day and have Gushoushin take a look at the death records. He was particularily interested in seeing if his assumption of a certain evil doctor were true.
~ There was no mistake for certain, he would have recognized that jacket anywhere, it simply reeked of Muraki Kazutaka. But what was even more disturbing was how it was stained with blood, nearly drenched with the crimson fluid. "Muraki!" His angry voice howled, echoing in the empty church walls, " Muraki!" he screamed again, standing up, fists clenched until his knuckles blanched. Still no response.
"MURAKI!!!!!" He howled yet again, the wind cirlcing around him, causing his own black trench coat to lash out wildly. His deep purple eyes darkened and his eyebrows knitted angrily. The bastard didn't even have the couth to announce himself! Throwing the soaked jacket to the ground, he withdrew a charm from his sleeve and shouted again. " Where are you?!" Still no response...
Realizing that he was getting worked up for nothing, Tsuzuki forced himself to calm down, to take hold of his anger, and to take control of the ravaging flame that was his temper once more. Breathing heavily, he put the charm back into his sleeve and turned back to the statue, it was of the mother Mary and it shone with a brilliance that could leave anyone in awe. Transfixed by the statue, he nearly missed a shuffle to his right, in fact, it was what had torn him from his dreamlike state, and recalled the brunette. Swiftly turning to face the sound he yelled again. " Dare da?!" But again, no response. All that was there was a series of confessionals, the wooden boxes lined in an eerily straight row.
Taking his time, Tsuzuki slowly approached the boxes, the air thickening and the tension growing. They were the perfect hiding spot, he thought with a grin, as he opened the first of the six. Nothing. The second, nothing. The third, nothing. The fourth, nothing. The fifth, he was nearly startled off of his feet as a small black cat leapt from the confines of the box, hissing as it escaped hurriedly.
"So you were the one who was making that noise," he called, thinking himself stupid for getting so tense over a trapped cat. " Maa, maa. I really must be on the edge. " The brunette admitted, scratching the back of his head with a nervous laugh. But his eyes went serious yet again, there was still one more left, the sixth and last.
Extending a trembling arm, the shinigami paused with his hand on the handle, exhaling the breath he hadn't realized he was holding. " Get a hold of yourself Tsuzuki," he reassured," It's probably empty like all of the rest." But even his own words didn't ease the tension that suffocated the building, the air thickening with each second.
The handle clicked and the oak door creaked open ominously, echoing in the empty chapel. Tsuzuki's purple eyes were clenched tightly shut, the entire atmosphere too creepy for him to simply swing the door open.'Well' he thought, frightened,' no sound is good sound... I suppose.' And with his falsely gained confidence, he cracked one amethyst eye open, soon followed by the other. The man could have shrieked at the sight before him, but his voice was trapped in his throat.
Sitting in the cubicle, nude, was the minister. He had been cut from his collar to his groin, pearly white bones poking out from behind torn and tattered skin, muscle, and fat, all stained with crimson. Crucifixes, a bible, the chalice, a few psalm books, and a statue of the baby Jesus all sat within the emptied cavity of the mutilated priest, all stained in blood. He was tied shut with a vine of thorns; which also wrapped around his eyes, stabbing them to keep them open, tinted deep red.
Tsuzuki screamed at the top of his lungs and collapsed onto the cold wooden floor, arms wrapped tightly around his shaking form. 'Another one... another one...' his mind repeated as he rocked back and forth, ' another one... while I was in Nagasaki.' The tears spewed freely from his open eyes, and he howled out in pain. The cry heard by no one as he crumpled before the minister in the hollow chapel walls.
Held upright by the vine thorns, was a card, already soaking up some of the blood at the bottom corners of the paper. A picture of both the mother Mary and her baby Jesus decorated the cover, basking in the holy light. Within, there was a passage, written in deep black ink, " For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Merry Chrismas Tsuzuki. And it was signed,
Santa Korosu.
~ The bird squaked as it hovered before Hisoka, documents clenched tightly in it's feathered hand. Gushoushin was not expecting the early return of the teen, but was more than happy to cooperate given the cirumstances. " Here you go Hisoka," it squeeked, handing the paper to the slightly anxious teen.
His bright green eyes scanned over the papers a few times, widening as they reached the last line. "Muraki Kazutaka is..." he swallowed the information, voice trembling, " dead?..."
*** End of Chapter Four*** This is one of my favorites (although my stupid computer deleted half of it while I slept xp) Oh well, tell me what you thought of it. ^-^ I'm dying to know, Reviews!
Author: Purrmeow
Disclaimer: Again I will repeat myself: This is YAOI- which means manXman love. This is also a very explicit fic, gore and romantically, so don't read if that offends you. I also have a special warning for this chapter in particular, for those of you who are deeply religious of offended by such, do not read on; this is also the goriest chapter thus far... so please do not flame, I have warned you. I do not own YnM, I own a crappy computer and alot of Anime merchandise (which I'd rather die than give up) so please just enjoy the fic ^-^ I'm proud of how this one is turning out.
Chapter Four: Number 6
Hisoka's bright green eyes blinked open, once, twice, thrice; he then realized that it was getting dark, the sun was already low in the sky, a soft gold tinting everything in his vision. Sunset! He had allowed himself to sleep so late?! Tsuzuki had allowed him to sleep so late?! The very thought of sacrificing an entire days worth of work for sleep was almost horrifying, what would any of the other shinigami think of him if they found out he had slept the whole day. Beating himself for such sloth, he rolled out of bed, glancing through sore eyes about the room. Tsuzuki was nowhere to be found, peaking in throught the half opened bathroom door he found no one.
'Where could he have gone?' The blonde thought to himself. The last time he remembered seeing Tsuzuki was in the middle of the night; he vividly remembered how frightened he was, how his tears burned as they fell down his flushed cheeks, how he had clung to Tsuzuki for dear life, how the other had just held him... Hisoka blushed, remembering other aspects of the encounter; Tsuzuki's distinct scent, how he'd drown his senses after a while in the intoxicating aroma. That was when he must have fallen back asleep! The teen discovered, although the memories were doing nothing but embarrassing the already pink boy even further; but now that Tsuzuki's heart warming presence was no where to be found, the younger shinigami felt lonely, and even more so worried.
Frantically searching from end to end of their hotel room , he found everything to be in order, until he noticed the coffee mug that sat next to the laptop. Taking the cold mug in his empty palms, he felt warmed up instantly, the mug was flooded with Tsuzuki's aura, and Hisoka could feel the comfort through the half drank cup of near syrup. Sighing, the teenager did not know why he had let himself get so worked up over the whole situation; Tsuzuki was a strong shinigami, even stronger than Hisoka himself, he knew how to use his powers, so why did the blonde get so worried when he awoke and the other wasn't there? Placing the cup back down next to the computer, the blonde sighed once more and made his way back to the bed, falling to the cushioned surface with his head in his palms.
Maybe he'd go back up to JuuOhCho for the day and have Gushoushin take a look at the death records. He was particularily interested in seeing if his assumption of a certain evil doctor were true.
~ There was no mistake for certain, he would have recognized that jacket anywhere, it simply reeked of Muraki Kazutaka. But what was even more disturbing was how it was stained with blood, nearly drenched with the crimson fluid. "Muraki!" His angry voice howled, echoing in the empty church walls, " Muraki!" he screamed again, standing up, fists clenched until his knuckles blanched. Still no response.
"MURAKI!!!!!" He howled yet again, the wind cirlcing around him, causing his own black trench coat to lash out wildly. His deep purple eyes darkened and his eyebrows knitted angrily. The bastard didn't even have the couth to announce himself! Throwing the soaked jacket to the ground, he withdrew a charm from his sleeve and shouted again. " Where are you?!" Still no response...
Realizing that he was getting worked up for nothing, Tsuzuki forced himself to calm down, to take hold of his anger, and to take control of the ravaging flame that was his temper once more. Breathing heavily, he put the charm back into his sleeve and turned back to the statue, it was of the mother Mary and it shone with a brilliance that could leave anyone in awe. Transfixed by the statue, he nearly missed a shuffle to his right, in fact, it was what had torn him from his dreamlike state, and recalled the brunette. Swiftly turning to face the sound he yelled again. " Dare da?!" But again, no response. All that was there was a series of confessionals, the wooden boxes lined in an eerily straight row.
Taking his time, Tsuzuki slowly approached the boxes, the air thickening and the tension growing. They were the perfect hiding spot, he thought with a grin, as he opened the first of the six. Nothing. The second, nothing. The third, nothing. The fourth, nothing. The fifth, he was nearly startled off of his feet as a small black cat leapt from the confines of the box, hissing as it escaped hurriedly.
"So you were the one who was making that noise," he called, thinking himself stupid for getting so tense over a trapped cat. " Maa, maa. I really must be on the edge. " The brunette admitted, scratching the back of his head with a nervous laugh. But his eyes went serious yet again, there was still one more left, the sixth and last.
Extending a trembling arm, the shinigami paused with his hand on the handle, exhaling the breath he hadn't realized he was holding. " Get a hold of yourself Tsuzuki," he reassured," It's probably empty like all of the rest." But even his own words didn't ease the tension that suffocated the building, the air thickening with each second.
The handle clicked and the oak door creaked open ominously, echoing in the empty chapel. Tsuzuki's purple eyes were clenched tightly shut, the entire atmosphere too creepy for him to simply swing the door open.'Well' he thought, frightened,' no sound is good sound... I suppose.' And with his falsely gained confidence, he cracked one amethyst eye open, soon followed by the other. The man could have shrieked at the sight before him, but his voice was trapped in his throat.
Sitting in the cubicle, nude, was the minister. He had been cut from his collar to his groin, pearly white bones poking out from behind torn and tattered skin, muscle, and fat, all stained with crimson. Crucifixes, a bible, the chalice, a few psalm books, and a statue of the baby Jesus all sat within the emptied cavity of the mutilated priest, all stained in blood. He was tied shut with a vine of thorns; which also wrapped around his eyes, stabbing them to keep them open, tinted deep red.
Tsuzuki screamed at the top of his lungs and collapsed onto the cold wooden floor, arms wrapped tightly around his shaking form. 'Another one... another one...' his mind repeated as he rocked back and forth, ' another one... while I was in Nagasaki.' The tears spewed freely from his open eyes, and he howled out in pain. The cry heard by no one as he crumpled before the minister in the hollow chapel walls.
Held upright by the vine thorns, was a card, already soaking up some of the blood at the bottom corners of the paper. A picture of both the mother Mary and her baby Jesus decorated the cover, basking in the holy light. Within, there was a passage, written in deep black ink, " For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Merry Chrismas Tsuzuki. And it was signed,
Santa Korosu.
~ The bird squaked as it hovered before Hisoka, documents clenched tightly in it's feathered hand. Gushoushin was not expecting the early return of the teen, but was more than happy to cooperate given the cirumstances. " Here you go Hisoka," it squeeked, handing the paper to the slightly anxious teen.
His bright green eyes scanned over the papers a few times, widening as they reached the last line. "Muraki Kazutaka is..." he swallowed the information, voice trembling, " dead?..."
*** End of Chapter Four*** This is one of my favorites (although my stupid computer deleted half of it while I slept xp) Oh well, tell me what you thought of it. ^-^ I'm dying to know, Reviews!