Have a Very Merry Christmas
Author: Purrmeow
Author's notes: Well it has definitely been a while since this fic has gotten any attention, I blame myself in particular for that, but I have not yet been in the right frame of mind to write for Yami no Matsuei. But guess what I am doing now?! yup! I'm writing from my computer in JAPAN! YAY! But I appologize ahead of time for any grammatical or spelling errors... I don't have anyone to beta-read my fics, and I don't know how to get someone who can do that with honest suggestions. Well, time to continue with my baby ficcie...
Chapter Fourteen:
Tsuzuki's head was spinning in confusion as his fingers were laced with Hiroshi's in the most intimate of fashions; or at least as intimate as hand holding could get. Was he not finally happy with Hisoka? Was this strange, yet alluring man not his lovers elder brother? It was all just too confusing to deal with, to think straightly; and with his lover's safety as his top priority, he was a jumble of unreadable worries. Thrusting his free hand into his jacket pocket, the appendage lept back out, and the brunette yelped in surprise. Blood pooled atop a tiny paper cut in his index finger, and he quickly thrust the injury against his lips, absently sucking at is to get rid of the stinging.
"Are you alright?!" Hiroshi worriedly insisted, turning to face his partner with worry splayed across his familiar face.
There was no way he could show his injury to the other, because it were just a matter of seconds before the wound closed itself, and he would appear unscathed. That was how it always was, in both life and death, he just couldn't escape it. But soon enough the irony taste wsa nowhere upon his tonuge, and he was safe to draw the finger out o fhis mouth and to his companion.
"I'm just fine." He added with a smile, "must have just pricked it on something in my pocket."
Hiroshi merely arched one sandy eyebrow, and drew the unscathed finger to his lips, evr so lightly brushing it against them. The blush that crossed the brunette's cheeks at that action could have only been described as its very own shade of red, and it made his amethyst eyes seem to sparkle in their sockets. His blonde companion couldn't help but smile, everything Tsuzuki did could only be seen as cute, and it was like an aphrodisiac!
Tsuzuki rushed to withdraw his hand, and they once more fell back into line, next to eachother, in a kind of odd silence, that caused the shinigami to absentmindedly dig within his pockets once more. He found the sheet that had previously caused such a ruckus, and drawing it out, squinted as he read the numbers. He wasn't all that familiar with Kyoto, afterall it was Watari's region, and it didn't exactly bring back good memories... Muraki. But Tsuzuki was bent on finally ridding himself of that pest for the last time, and taking is Hisoka from him was the last straw!
"Ah, I know this, it's a fancy restaurant, did you want to eat there?" Hiroshi's deep voice slashed through the silence, and an attack ready Tsuzuki almost reached out and punched the man. He hadn't even been aware ofthe other's presence, having forgotten the hand that clung to his own, and now stared confused into those golden eyes.
"Really?" Tsuzuki squeeked.
Hiroshi was almost puzzled at the question, why would Tsuzuki posess this address if he didn't know what it was. "Of course," he insisted, "my friend is the owner. Shall we go there?"
It was like a dream come true! He was being treated out to dinner, and he would get back the one thing that kept him alive (so to speak). All in one swoop! He could have leapt at the news, and did, puppy tail wagging so fast that it was nothing but a blur behind the childlike shinigami. "Can we?!!!!" He couldn't remember ever having been so happy to go out to eat; unless those rare occasions that Hisoka and he would share coffee, and Tsuzuki with his tower of dishes.
"Lets go, there is always a rush, and if we get there soon, then I will be able to talk him into giving us the best seats."
~***~
Sliding one claw like finger down the blood stained torso, he gently lapped at the blood that was released to his hungry, amber eyes; but the expression covering his vitcims face, the fear in those blazing green eyes, was what brought him the real pleasure. "So, you can tell that they are coming soon, ne bon?" Cold hands stroked at Hisoka's shivering skin, and the teen tried as hard as he could to ignore that careless touch, the ravenous advances, the was his captor would slice him open just so that he could watch Hisoka close back up. `Let the end come!` His mind begged, because this was beyond torture.
His back was an endless pattern of scrapes and freshly torn skin, replacing the blood red pattern that had once marked him; his near white chest was now stained with blood, the wounds having already healed. He had forgotten how to scream, it had already proven useless during his entire captivity, and his soul, the only thing he had left, was being stolen.
"I can tell that you know he's coming, you really are so easy to read, boy." That icey tongue whipped at his once more, but the teen knew the words were true. He could feel Tsuzuki's presence no matter where he was, and he needed to feel that; Tsuzuki was definitely close.
"What do you think will happen to him if he comes and finds you dead? If he sees that the only thing that keeps him here is torn from him?" He chuckled in the endless darkness, "he will definitely pay for having done this to me. He will live an eternity, alone, and I intend to make that happen."
Hisoka's eyes teared at the thought. He wanted to be freed from all of this, and death was definitely a welcome option, but what about Tsuzuki? `Please don't let that happen!` He internally begged, tears sparkling at the corners of his eyes. `Tasukette...` And those hands fell upon him once more, taking.
"I`ll take you from him by any means." The soft folds of his captors kimono whisked off, and fell into a clump on the floor, and Hisoka was then certain once more, that if he could see the moon, it would be crimson.
~***~
He couldn't get there fast enough! He just couldn't cross the country fast enough! There was no time! Tatsumi, with all his power that the afterlife supplied him with, knew this. It was plain that it was all left to the distraught brunette, and he prayed that Tsuzuki could save Hisoka, save his lover from that pervert. But he could only sense that there would never be a happy ending for those two, it was tragic. Once Hisoka was saved, if hisoka was saved, they would be torn apart once more. Tatsumi could no longer care about his own loss, because he could already see that Tsuzuki's would be so much more, it always would.
But at the current time, he had only one priority, and that was to get to Kyoto as fast as possible, and pray that he could help. If they couldn't save Hisoka, then there would be no chance whatsoever; `it's all in your hands now Tsuzuki.`
*** End of Chapter Fourteen***
Sorry about the short, and crappy chapter, but I hope you found it enjoyable. It was full of hints! Does anyone have any guesses as to who the killer is? Reviews please! ^-~!
Author: Purrmeow
Author's notes: Well it has definitely been a while since this fic has gotten any attention, I blame myself in particular for that, but I have not yet been in the right frame of mind to write for Yami no Matsuei. But guess what I am doing now?! yup! I'm writing from my computer in JAPAN! YAY! But I appologize ahead of time for any grammatical or spelling errors... I don't have anyone to beta-read my fics, and I don't know how to get someone who can do that with honest suggestions. Well, time to continue with my baby ficcie...
Chapter Fourteen:
Tsuzuki's head was spinning in confusion as his fingers were laced with Hiroshi's in the most intimate of fashions; or at least as intimate as hand holding could get. Was he not finally happy with Hisoka? Was this strange, yet alluring man not his lovers elder brother? It was all just too confusing to deal with, to think straightly; and with his lover's safety as his top priority, he was a jumble of unreadable worries. Thrusting his free hand into his jacket pocket, the appendage lept back out, and the brunette yelped in surprise. Blood pooled atop a tiny paper cut in his index finger, and he quickly thrust the injury against his lips, absently sucking at is to get rid of the stinging.
"Are you alright?!" Hiroshi worriedly insisted, turning to face his partner with worry splayed across his familiar face.
There was no way he could show his injury to the other, because it were just a matter of seconds before the wound closed itself, and he would appear unscathed. That was how it always was, in both life and death, he just couldn't escape it. But soon enough the irony taste wsa nowhere upon his tonuge, and he was safe to draw the finger out o fhis mouth and to his companion.
"I'm just fine." He added with a smile, "must have just pricked it on something in my pocket."
Hiroshi merely arched one sandy eyebrow, and drew the unscathed finger to his lips, evr so lightly brushing it against them. The blush that crossed the brunette's cheeks at that action could have only been described as its very own shade of red, and it made his amethyst eyes seem to sparkle in their sockets. His blonde companion couldn't help but smile, everything Tsuzuki did could only be seen as cute, and it was like an aphrodisiac!
Tsuzuki rushed to withdraw his hand, and they once more fell back into line, next to eachother, in a kind of odd silence, that caused the shinigami to absentmindedly dig within his pockets once more. He found the sheet that had previously caused such a ruckus, and drawing it out, squinted as he read the numbers. He wasn't all that familiar with Kyoto, afterall it was Watari's region, and it didn't exactly bring back good memories... Muraki. But Tsuzuki was bent on finally ridding himself of that pest for the last time, and taking is Hisoka from him was the last straw!
"Ah, I know this, it's a fancy restaurant, did you want to eat there?" Hiroshi's deep voice slashed through the silence, and an attack ready Tsuzuki almost reached out and punched the man. He hadn't even been aware ofthe other's presence, having forgotten the hand that clung to his own, and now stared confused into those golden eyes.
"Really?" Tsuzuki squeeked.
Hiroshi was almost puzzled at the question, why would Tsuzuki posess this address if he didn't know what it was. "Of course," he insisted, "my friend is the owner. Shall we go there?"
It was like a dream come true! He was being treated out to dinner, and he would get back the one thing that kept him alive (so to speak). All in one swoop! He could have leapt at the news, and did, puppy tail wagging so fast that it was nothing but a blur behind the childlike shinigami. "Can we?!!!!" He couldn't remember ever having been so happy to go out to eat; unless those rare occasions that Hisoka and he would share coffee, and Tsuzuki with his tower of dishes.
"Lets go, there is always a rush, and if we get there soon, then I will be able to talk him into giving us the best seats."
~***~
Sliding one claw like finger down the blood stained torso, he gently lapped at the blood that was released to his hungry, amber eyes; but the expression covering his vitcims face, the fear in those blazing green eyes, was what brought him the real pleasure. "So, you can tell that they are coming soon, ne bon?" Cold hands stroked at Hisoka's shivering skin, and the teen tried as hard as he could to ignore that careless touch, the ravenous advances, the was his captor would slice him open just so that he could watch Hisoka close back up. `Let the end come!` His mind begged, because this was beyond torture.
His back was an endless pattern of scrapes and freshly torn skin, replacing the blood red pattern that had once marked him; his near white chest was now stained with blood, the wounds having already healed. He had forgotten how to scream, it had already proven useless during his entire captivity, and his soul, the only thing he had left, was being stolen.
"I can tell that you know he's coming, you really are so easy to read, boy." That icey tongue whipped at his once more, but the teen knew the words were true. He could feel Tsuzuki's presence no matter where he was, and he needed to feel that; Tsuzuki was definitely close.
"What do you think will happen to him if he comes and finds you dead? If he sees that the only thing that keeps him here is torn from him?" He chuckled in the endless darkness, "he will definitely pay for having done this to me. He will live an eternity, alone, and I intend to make that happen."
Hisoka's eyes teared at the thought. He wanted to be freed from all of this, and death was definitely a welcome option, but what about Tsuzuki? `Please don't let that happen!` He internally begged, tears sparkling at the corners of his eyes. `Tasukette...` And those hands fell upon him once more, taking.
"I`ll take you from him by any means." The soft folds of his captors kimono whisked off, and fell into a clump on the floor, and Hisoka was then certain once more, that if he could see the moon, it would be crimson.
~***~
He couldn't get there fast enough! He just couldn't cross the country fast enough! There was no time! Tatsumi, with all his power that the afterlife supplied him with, knew this. It was plain that it was all left to the distraught brunette, and he prayed that Tsuzuki could save Hisoka, save his lover from that pervert. But he could only sense that there would never be a happy ending for those two, it was tragic. Once Hisoka was saved, if hisoka was saved, they would be torn apart once more. Tatsumi could no longer care about his own loss, because he could already see that Tsuzuki's would be so much more, it always would.
But at the current time, he had only one priority, and that was to get to Kyoto as fast as possible, and pray that he could help. If they couldn't save Hisoka, then there would be no chance whatsoever; `it's all in your hands now Tsuzuki.`
*** End of Chapter Fourteen***
Sorry about the short, and crappy chapter, but I hope you found it enjoyable. It was full of hints! Does anyone have any guesses as to who the killer is? Reviews please! ^-~!