Have a Very Merry Christmas
Author: Purrmeow
Disclaimer: Voila! Gaze upon my creation in awe, feast your eyes on the ten tantalizing chapters of man love, blood, death, and kidnapping. Is it not precious? *evil grin* I am quite proud to say so myself ^-~ I do not own YnM, and if you were going to sue someone for copyright values, why torture us poor little fanfic writers? We have so little all ready! Please! Have mercy on our empty pockets! Just leave us be! Ahem... *clears throat* I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me there... Well, what are you waiting for? There's chapters to read, and reviews to be written.
Chapter Ten: Blame
He hated himself; no, he despised himself for not having been there to protect the one he loved more than life itself. But more than anything, he hated JuuOhCho for pulling him from the warm arms of his lover. And now he may never see the blonde ever again, he may have lost the first person to mean anything to him to that bastard Muraki. He was certain that it was Muraki, only Muraki would target Tsuzuki so directly, and it frightened him beyond belief.
Tears streamed down his face as he clung to the quilt that was perfumed with Hisoka's scent, glaring into the empty space before him. 'Was happiness too much to ask for?' However, Tsuzuki knew it was just him, he and his cursed alien body; he was never destined to be happy, angst had become a part of his never ending life.
Fluttering into the open motel room, Gushoushin's squeeky voice carried, "Tsuzuki-san! Tsuzuki-san!" Before it halted in the air, huge blank eyes staring helplessly down at the near empty room and the crying Tsuzuki.
"Tsuzuki-san, Hisoka wa doko desu ka?" The bird questioned in a quiet voice, floating dangerously close to his hurt partner's head. "Tsuzuki?" It began again, leaning closer to the still shinigami.
Suddenly a pillow was thrust into the face of the curious bird, sending it flying across the room with a varidable force. Throwing his shuddering body back into a seating position, his eyes glared daggers at the bird like animal, their stony gaze never leaving the proclaimed guilty animal. "That bastard has him! That bastard has MY HISOKA!" The brunette flailed on the spot, christmas card clenched tightly in his left hand as he took out his anger at the Hades association on the small librarian. His voice quivering as he continued his verbal assault, " He has my Hisoka... and it's all your fault."
Gushoushin was, to put it simply, speechless. In the seventy years he had known the brunette, he had never seen such a display; and it frightened him. Feathered hand craddling his throbbing head, he hovered dizzily, spinning eyes locked on the infuriated shinigami. Hisoka was indeed nowhere to be found, and the blonde had gone missing in the time that Tsuzuki had been summoned to JuuOhCho, so chances were that the event had been planned for a time when the purple eyed shinigami were absent; and JuuOhCho had ever so conveniently supplied an opportune moment, by mistake of course.
Tsuzuki shuddered and collapsed onto the still warm bed, arms clenching tightly to the blanket he had so desperately clung to earlier. Gushoushin was surprized at how emotionally Tsuzuki had reacted to their situation, his mood dampened since the news at JuuOhCho earlier that day. However, it was now blatantly obvious how strongly the shinigami felt for his now kidnapped partner, and how dangerous this kind of vulnerability could have proven to be; this being the precise reason why the Hades association had taken such strong measures to prevent such meddlesome ties from being formed.
He could still feel the warm presence of his lover craddled lovingly in his strong arms, his dillusional mind unwilling to let go of the image that kept the bishounen sane. He had to calm down and think rationally, he needed to find Hisoka as soon as possible. However, even Tsuzuki knew that it wouldn't happen, he was never the voice of reason, it had always been Hisoka. Hisoka was the one that kept control of the hyper shinigami, the one to keep Tsuzuki on a leash and stuck to a particular mission; and now he was gone. He needed Hisoka to find Hisoka, he needed the strict discipline to pull him out of his emotional cage... he needed Hisoka desperately.
Leaping to his feet, the upset brunette stormed towards the door, not even acknowledging the bird that frantically followed him. "Tsuzuki-san! What are you doing?! Where are you going?!" It yelled at the deaf shinigami, flying in the tear stricken man's path. Tossed aside like a rag doll, the chicken shouted after it's assaulter. "Tsuzuki-san!"
Voice as cold as ice, the retreating shinigami informed, "I need to get Hisoka back." His steps slowed as he grew nearer and nearer to the door, eyes glued to the terra cotta plain he hesitated. He had no idea where to look, he knew only that he had to find Hisoka, and as soon as possible. Something drew him back to the chapel, that or the destroyed mansion that had served as a prison for the teen previously. His hand rested on the chilling door knob, reeking of the presence of the kidnapper, so much so that even the brunette felt it and sneered; he paused, foggily searching through memory for any other location that stunk of the white haired sociopath.
"Kyoto..." he uttered, voice resounding in the eerily empty hallway; it may have been where Muraki was expected to be dead, but it was the only other place, seeing that the Queen Camelia had been abandoned. It was almost ironic, the way Muraki seemed to have him on a leash, the vengeful brunette desperately searching for the one who had so intently chased after him previously; Tsuzuki had to stiffle a sarcastic chuckle.
With three places in mind, Tsuzuki was ready to set out. None of his hunches were definitely correct, but at least they would be time consuming; he would think of another place if his initial assumptions proved false. Gulping down the frog in his throat, he turned the knob, eyes clenched tightly shut as he pulled open the door, overwhelmed with a sense of loneliness. Never before had he felt so alone, there were few circumstances that he was to investigate alone, but he felt the emptiness even stronger now that Hisoka could not just pop out of nowhere and help.
He wouldn't let anyone stop him, he was determined to find the blonde and no one could stand in his way. Tsuzuki assured himself, nodding from behind his tightly shut lids as he smashed into the rigid figure of another. Falling to the ground, he braced himself for the soft landing, eyes cracking open to look at his blockade. Met by the soft blue stare of an all too familiar shinigami, Tsuzuki felt frozen in his tracks. "Tatsumi?" The younger unsurely questioned, legs quivering as he attempted to stand, pinned by the deadly smile.
"Tsuzuki-san, where were you going?" The secretary shyly asked, a little hesitant in response to the former temper of the amethyst eyed brunette. Extending a hand, he pulled the struggling shinigami to his feet and led him, against his will, back into the motel room.
Struggling against the strong hold of his former partner, the determined bishounen found his energy leaving his tired body, and he forced himself to relax. Tatsumi had always been the physically stronger of the two, and his determination even rivaled that of the desperate Tsuzuki; in simpler words, the secretary obviously had a purpose and he would not allow Tsuzuki to leave until it was executed.
Curiously glancing around, the blue eyed shinigami calmly asked, "Where is Kurosaki-kun?" Gaze turning to Tsuzuki as he sought his answer, silence an encourager on the taller's part.
A tear tricked down Tsuzuki already flaming cheek and he growled low in his throat, biting down on his lip. Shaking it's birdlike head towards Tatsumi, Gushoushin bowed it's head, trying to voice the situation to the elder.
Eyes falling on the crumpled christmas card that rested on the endtable, Tatsumi nodded, " I see..." His stone cold glare turning to the obviously hurt Tsuzuki as he authoritatively reiterated, "I cannot allow you to go after him."
~ The darkness surrounded him, it's chilling lips defiling his naked body, clothed only by the arms of the shadows that taunted his tired and bound flesh. Although his senses were incredibly weak, his eyes blindfolded and his body held to the rotting wooden planks that gave him slivers when he dared to toss and turn, he could feel the approching presence of his kidnapper, sensing the wicked grin that adorned the hateful man's fair skin. Hisoka's body shuddered as an ice cold finger trailed down his bare abdomen, the claws of the decomposing wood digging into his soft back as he recoiled from the touch.
The kidnapper's familiar voice chuckling as his icey cold breath tickled Hisoka's cheeks, mocking the teenager. "Don't worry, I don't plan to hurt you. This is all just to bring him to me," another finger tauntingly traced his clenched cheek bone," Bon."
*** End of Chapter Ten *** I love suspenseful endings don't you ^.~!
By the way, for those of you who have not seen the show, or just do not know, 'Bon' is a name that a few characters in the show to refer to Hisoka. That was hint#2, can you guess who Santa Korosu is yet? Please review ^-^!
Author: Purrmeow
Disclaimer: Voila! Gaze upon my creation in awe, feast your eyes on the ten tantalizing chapters of man love, blood, death, and kidnapping. Is it not precious? *evil grin* I am quite proud to say so myself ^-~ I do not own YnM, and if you were going to sue someone for copyright values, why torture us poor little fanfic writers? We have so little all ready! Please! Have mercy on our empty pockets! Just leave us be! Ahem... *clears throat* I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me there... Well, what are you waiting for? There's chapters to read, and reviews to be written.
Chapter Ten: Blame
He hated himself; no, he despised himself for not having been there to protect the one he loved more than life itself. But more than anything, he hated JuuOhCho for pulling him from the warm arms of his lover. And now he may never see the blonde ever again, he may have lost the first person to mean anything to him to that bastard Muraki. He was certain that it was Muraki, only Muraki would target Tsuzuki so directly, and it frightened him beyond belief.
Tears streamed down his face as he clung to the quilt that was perfumed with Hisoka's scent, glaring into the empty space before him. 'Was happiness too much to ask for?' However, Tsuzuki knew it was just him, he and his cursed alien body; he was never destined to be happy, angst had become a part of his never ending life.
Fluttering into the open motel room, Gushoushin's squeeky voice carried, "Tsuzuki-san! Tsuzuki-san!" Before it halted in the air, huge blank eyes staring helplessly down at the near empty room and the crying Tsuzuki.
"Tsuzuki-san, Hisoka wa doko desu ka?" The bird questioned in a quiet voice, floating dangerously close to his hurt partner's head. "Tsuzuki?" It began again, leaning closer to the still shinigami.
Suddenly a pillow was thrust into the face of the curious bird, sending it flying across the room with a varidable force. Throwing his shuddering body back into a seating position, his eyes glared daggers at the bird like animal, their stony gaze never leaving the proclaimed guilty animal. "That bastard has him! That bastard has MY HISOKA!" The brunette flailed on the spot, christmas card clenched tightly in his left hand as he took out his anger at the Hades association on the small librarian. His voice quivering as he continued his verbal assault, " He has my Hisoka... and it's all your fault."
Gushoushin was, to put it simply, speechless. In the seventy years he had known the brunette, he had never seen such a display; and it frightened him. Feathered hand craddling his throbbing head, he hovered dizzily, spinning eyes locked on the infuriated shinigami. Hisoka was indeed nowhere to be found, and the blonde had gone missing in the time that Tsuzuki had been summoned to JuuOhCho, so chances were that the event had been planned for a time when the purple eyed shinigami were absent; and JuuOhCho had ever so conveniently supplied an opportune moment, by mistake of course.
Tsuzuki shuddered and collapsed onto the still warm bed, arms clenching tightly to the blanket he had so desperately clung to earlier. Gushoushin was surprized at how emotionally Tsuzuki had reacted to their situation, his mood dampened since the news at JuuOhCho earlier that day. However, it was now blatantly obvious how strongly the shinigami felt for his now kidnapped partner, and how dangerous this kind of vulnerability could have proven to be; this being the precise reason why the Hades association had taken such strong measures to prevent such meddlesome ties from being formed.
He could still feel the warm presence of his lover craddled lovingly in his strong arms, his dillusional mind unwilling to let go of the image that kept the bishounen sane. He had to calm down and think rationally, he needed to find Hisoka as soon as possible. However, even Tsuzuki knew that it wouldn't happen, he was never the voice of reason, it had always been Hisoka. Hisoka was the one that kept control of the hyper shinigami, the one to keep Tsuzuki on a leash and stuck to a particular mission; and now he was gone. He needed Hisoka to find Hisoka, he needed the strict discipline to pull him out of his emotional cage... he needed Hisoka desperately.
Leaping to his feet, the upset brunette stormed towards the door, not even acknowledging the bird that frantically followed him. "Tsuzuki-san! What are you doing?! Where are you going?!" It yelled at the deaf shinigami, flying in the tear stricken man's path. Tossed aside like a rag doll, the chicken shouted after it's assaulter. "Tsuzuki-san!"
Voice as cold as ice, the retreating shinigami informed, "I need to get Hisoka back." His steps slowed as he grew nearer and nearer to the door, eyes glued to the terra cotta plain he hesitated. He had no idea where to look, he knew only that he had to find Hisoka, and as soon as possible. Something drew him back to the chapel, that or the destroyed mansion that had served as a prison for the teen previously. His hand rested on the chilling door knob, reeking of the presence of the kidnapper, so much so that even the brunette felt it and sneered; he paused, foggily searching through memory for any other location that stunk of the white haired sociopath.
"Kyoto..." he uttered, voice resounding in the eerily empty hallway; it may have been where Muraki was expected to be dead, but it was the only other place, seeing that the Queen Camelia had been abandoned. It was almost ironic, the way Muraki seemed to have him on a leash, the vengeful brunette desperately searching for the one who had so intently chased after him previously; Tsuzuki had to stiffle a sarcastic chuckle.
With three places in mind, Tsuzuki was ready to set out. None of his hunches were definitely correct, but at least they would be time consuming; he would think of another place if his initial assumptions proved false. Gulping down the frog in his throat, he turned the knob, eyes clenched tightly shut as he pulled open the door, overwhelmed with a sense of loneliness. Never before had he felt so alone, there were few circumstances that he was to investigate alone, but he felt the emptiness even stronger now that Hisoka could not just pop out of nowhere and help.
He wouldn't let anyone stop him, he was determined to find the blonde and no one could stand in his way. Tsuzuki assured himself, nodding from behind his tightly shut lids as he smashed into the rigid figure of another. Falling to the ground, he braced himself for the soft landing, eyes cracking open to look at his blockade. Met by the soft blue stare of an all too familiar shinigami, Tsuzuki felt frozen in his tracks. "Tatsumi?" The younger unsurely questioned, legs quivering as he attempted to stand, pinned by the deadly smile.
"Tsuzuki-san, where were you going?" The secretary shyly asked, a little hesitant in response to the former temper of the amethyst eyed brunette. Extending a hand, he pulled the struggling shinigami to his feet and led him, against his will, back into the motel room.
Struggling against the strong hold of his former partner, the determined bishounen found his energy leaving his tired body, and he forced himself to relax. Tatsumi had always been the physically stronger of the two, and his determination even rivaled that of the desperate Tsuzuki; in simpler words, the secretary obviously had a purpose and he would not allow Tsuzuki to leave until it was executed.
Curiously glancing around, the blue eyed shinigami calmly asked, "Where is Kurosaki-kun?" Gaze turning to Tsuzuki as he sought his answer, silence an encourager on the taller's part.
A tear tricked down Tsuzuki already flaming cheek and he growled low in his throat, biting down on his lip. Shaking it's birdlike head towards Tatsumi, Gushoushin bowed it's head, trying to voice the situation to the elder.
Eyes falling on the crumpled christmas card that rested on the endtable, Tatsumi nodded, " I see..." His stone cold glare turning to the obviously hurt Tsuzuki as he authoritatively reiterated, "I cannot allow you to go after him."
~ The darkness surrounded him, it's chilling lips defiling his naked body, clothed only by the arms of the shadows that taunted his tired and bound flesh. Although his senses were incredibly weak, his eyes blindfolded and his body held to the rotting wooden planks that gave him slivers when he dared to toss and turn, he could feel the approching presence of his kidnapper, sensing the wicked grin that adorned the hateful man's fair skin. Hisoka's body shuddered as an ice cold finger trailed down his bare abdomen, the claws of the decomposing wood digging into his soft back as he recoiled from the touch.
The kidnapper's familiar voice chuckling as his icey cold breath tickled Hisoka's cheeks, mocking the teenager. "Don't worry, I don't plan to hurt you. This is all just to bring him to me," another finger tauntingly traced his clenched cheek bone," Bon."
*** End of Chapter Ten *** I love suspenseful endings don't you ^.~!
By the way, for those of you who have not seen the show, or just do not know, 'Bon' is a name that a few characters in the show to refer to Hisoka. That was hint#2, can you guess who Santa Korosu is yet? Please review ^-^!