Disclaimer: Casey would like to state that she does not own Yami no Matsuei or any of
it's characters. This story does however, use them in a situation that she created,
in other words it's a fanfiction --; (Can we all say "duh"?)
Sakura Pink
Exiled-Darkness (exiled_darkness@yahoo.com)
Chapter 01 - Midori Koori (Green Ice)
Pink--it was a tumbling shower of pink and white. Sakura blossoms rained down, falling
eternally. They grew, bloomed, fell, died and were resurrected to do the same again
in an endless cycle. The ever blooming sakura were one of the mysteries of the Meifu.
Under the slight shadow cast by the molting trees stood a figure. He was a boy, dressed
in a shade of orange which strangely clashed with his emerald eyes. Midori koori--green
ice--that's what best described the boy's eyes. His ash blonde hair blew gently in the
wind, softly brushing the pale cream of his face. Kurosaki Hisoka was beautiful, and the
sakura only added to the delicate beauty of the unfolding scene.
Hisoka was lost in thought, his icy eyes distant and his lips slightly parted. A hand
rested cutely at his chin, one finger curled up to touch his lip. For a moment Hisoka
seemed an innocent child. But moments are but brief in time's broad expanse.
The young shinigami was still trying to process what had happened several weeks ago in
Kyoto. Muraki Kazutaka--that one name that could conjure so many memories and so much pain.
How he loathed the man. The pallid fiend had taken his innocence, his life,
and almost . . . Tsuzuki.
Tsuzuki . . . funny how his thoughts always seemed to gravitate to his sweet-obsessed
partner. Hisoka sighed inwardly. He was just beginning to see how much of a facade the
man's happy-go-lucky attitude was. He wore it so no one would worry, but they still did.
"Hisoka, am I human?" the question echoed as loudly for the teen as if his purple-eyed
partner had actually spoken the words in something other than memory.
Tsuzuki was more human than anyone he'd ever met . . . not that he'd had a lot of
opportunity to meet people locked away for most of his life as he'd been. Tsuzuki showed
genuine concern and care when everyone else before had shunned him and pushed him away.
It's no small wonder he became as addictive as a drug, ne?
"Yes, Tsuzuki. You are human," he could hear his own answer, though aloud he spoke not a
word.
Hisoka slowly began to realize just how much truth there was behind the words he'd said in
the midst of Touda's flames. He'd told Tsuzuki he needed him, and nothing could be truer.
Tsuzuki's love, however innocent it might be, was something Hisoka had grown dependent
upon . . . not that he was going to admit that to anyone. He had a hard enough time
admitting it to himself.
A stray sakura petal tickled his nose, causing the wheat-haired boy to softly sneeze. He
absently rubbed his nose before returning to his former contemplative position. This time
the green ice of his eyes were hidden by pale lids fringed with heavy lashes. A small part
of his mind was disturbed by the path his thoughts were taking . . . but he was powerless to
stop them now.
So he let his thoughts flow.
He recalled his memories of times with Tsuzuki. The sake incident . . . baka . . . his
partner's demon possession . . . baka . . . the poker game with Muraki . . . baka . . . Touda's
flames . . . . His partner really was an idiot, but he loved him despite that fact. Whoa, wait
a second . . . did he just think what he thought he did? Hisoka mentally rewound his thoughts.
Aa, the words "love" and "him" (in reference to Tsuzuki Asato) had occurred next to each other.
But there was no way . . . he couldn't possibly . . . .
Kurosaki Hisoka finally realized the truth. Tsuzuki Asato had somehow found a way past his
emotional barriers and scars from his past, somehow the purple-eyed shinigami had found a way
into his heart. He truly loved his partner.
Hisoka did not realize as his cheeks flushed pink--a sakura blossom pink.
A/N: Hai, this chapter is only from Hisoka's point of view, but there will be three chapters.
The more reviews there are the faster I'll post the other chapters (which are written). I hope
you enjoy/enjoyed reading this story.
it's characters. This story does however, use them in a situation that she created,
in other words it's a fanfiction --; (Can we all say "duh"?)
Sakura Pink
Exiled-Darkness (exiled_darkness@yahoo.com)
Chapter 01 - Midori Koori (Green Ice)
Pink--it was a tumbling shower of pink and white. Sakura blossoms rained down, falling
eternally. They grew, bloomed, fell, died and were resurrected to do the same again
in an endless cycle. The ever blooming sakura were one of the mysteries of the Meifu.
Under the slight shadow cast by the molting trees stood a figure. He was a boy, dressed
in a shade of orange which strangely clashed with his emerald eyes. Midori koori--green
ice--that's what best described the boy's eyes. His ash blonde hair blew gently in the
wind, softly brushing the pale cream of his face. Kurosaki Hisoka was beautiful, and the
sakura only added to the delicate beauty of the unfolding scene.
Hisoka was lost in thought, his icy eyes distant and his lips slightly parted. A hand
rested cutely at his chin, one finger curled up to touch his lip. For a moment Hisoka
seemed an innocent child. But moments are but brief in time's broad expanse.
The young shinigami was still trying to process what had happened several weeks ago in
Kyoto. Muraki Kazutaka--that one name that could conjure so many memories and so much pain.
How he loathed the man. The pallid fiend had taken his innocence, his life,
and almost . . . Tsuzuki.
Tsuzuki . . . funny how his thoughts always seemed to gravitate to his sweet-obsessed
partner. Hisoka sighed inwardly. He was just beginning to see how much of a facade the
man's happy-go-lucky attitude was. He wore it so no one would worry, but they still did.
"Hisoka, am I human?" the question echoed as loudly for the teen as if his purple-eyed
partner had actually spoken the words in something other than memory.
Tsuzuki was more human than anyone he'd ever met . . . not that he'd had a lot of
opportunity to meet people locked away for most of his life as he'd been. Tsuzuki showed
genuine concern and care when everyone else before had shunned him and pushed him away.
It's no small wonder he became as addictive as a drug, ne?
"Yes, Tsuzuki. You are human," he could hear his own answer, though aloud he spoke not a
word.
Hisoka slowly began to realize just how much truth there was behind the words he'd said in
the midst of Touda's flames. He'd told Tsuzuki he needed him, and nothing could be truer.
Tsuzuki's love, however innocent it might be, was something Hisoka had grown dependent
upon . . . not that he was going to admit that to anyone. He had a hard enough time
admitting it to himself.
A stray sakura petal tickled his nose, causing the wheat-haired boy to softly sneeze. He
absently rubbed his nose before returning to his former contemplative position. This time
the green ice of his eyes were hidden by pale lids fringed with heavy lashes. A small part
of his mind was disturbed by the path his thoughts were taking . . . but he was powerless to
stop them now.
So he let his thoughts flow.
He recalled his memories of times with Tsuzuki. The sake incident . . . baka . . . his
partner's demon possession . . . baka . . . the poker game with Muraki . . . baka . . . Touda's
flames . . . . His partner really was an idiot, but he loved him despite that fact. Whoa, wait
a second . . . did he just think what he thought he did? Hisoka mentally rewound his thoughts.
Aa, the words "love" and "him" (in reference to Tsuzuki Asato) had occurred next to each other.
But there was no way . . . he couldn't possibly . . . .
Kurosaki Hisoka finally realized the truth. Tsuzuki Asato had somehow found a way past his
emotional barriers and scars from his past, somehow the purple-eyed shinigami had found a way
into his heart. He truly loved his partner.
Hisoka did not realize as his cheeks flushed pink--a sakura blossom pink.
A/N: Hai, this chapter is only from Hisoka's point of view, but there will be three chapters.
The more reviews there are the faster I'll post the other chapters (which are written). I hope
you enjoy/enjoyed reading this story.