AN: wow, it's been forever since my lasy update. Thankies to Lorraine
Ulrich for both the inspiration and planning for the continuatiuon of this
fic!
Reccomended Listening: Turn Back Time (Komm, Suesser Todd) from End of Evangelion
Chapter Six
Tsuzuki awoke to the cold feeling of lying on metal. No good memories ever started this way, so he quickly opened his eyes. His suspicions were confirmed as he saw that he didn't know where he was.
"Are you awake?"
That most hated voice caused a fresh bout of uneasiness in Tsuzuki. Anything with Muraki was never good.
He glared at the pale man, trying to convey every ounce of hate he held. Muraki merely smiled at him.
It was then that Tsuzuki noticed that he was not restrained in any way. Confusion now warred with anger and worry. Muraki didn't seem inclined to speak anytime soon; he was busy fiddling with a machine. So Tsuzuki took this time to recap his situation.
He had had that freaky dream about Muraki (which now looked to be true), then Watari had come home, and then the light...
Wait, where was Watari?
Tsuzuki scanned the room quickly. It was surprisingly well-lit, unlike his dream's foreboding, but no sign of the blonde Shinigami was to be seen.
Confusion was pushed out again by anger. He glared at Muraki once more.
"Where is Watari?"
The doctor looked up at him from the papers he had been looking at.
"Ahh, yes, your blonde friend. Well, he's in a different room. Quite an interesting history he has, don't you think?"
Tsuzuki snarled at him, trying to fight the feeling that something was very wrong. "What history?? Watari doesn't remember any of it! So it never happened, as far as I'm concerned!"
A smirk was his response, and the uneasy feeling grew. Muraki merely smoothed back his hair. "Well, why don't you see for yourself?" He held out the papers he was holding. Tsuzuki stared at them balefully. This unnerved him greatly. Muraki was making no attempt to capture/molest/otherwise harrass him. He was being treated civilly, as if he were a business associate. It made Tsuzuki more suspicious.
He cautiously took the papers, all the while watching Muraki. He then looked down and nearly died again.
A twelve-year-old Watari stared at him from the paper, in grainy color. The solemn look on the boy's face was totally at odds with the genki scientist. He scanned over the page, growing more agitated.
It was a detailed scientific account, written by no other than Muraki Tatsuhara, the father of the man standing across from him. Tsuzuki looked up from the papers, horrified.
"You brainwashed him??"
"No, not me. My father. Too bad dying caused it to be cancelled out."
Tsuzuki glared at Muraki. "Well, that's good, Watari doesn't need brainwashing! I'm glad you can't control him anymore!"
Muraki shook his head, amusement written over his features. "I told you, not me. My father. Besides, he is still very much under control."
"What?? What do you-" Tsuzuki's angry yell was cut off by a powerful blow to his back. He keeled over and hit the ground, air going straight out of is lungs. He gasped painfully, but managed to flip himself over and see...
...Watari?
The blonde stood still, staring at him with blank eyes. He seemed oblivious to the fact that he had just hurt his best friend. Realization dawned on Tsuzuki in terrible clarity. He looked at Muraki, horrified.
"You..." He gasped out.
Muraki smirked. "I just said it cancelled it out, not erased it. It was quite easy to reactivate the magical programming to place him under my full control."
Tsuzuki stared at him, enraged. He had never hated someone, other than himself, with such intensity before. But the self-doubt that plagued Tsuzuki constantly made itself known.
You fool, it whispered, You brought him into this.
Tsuzuki shook his head. This was no time to go into a depression! That was how Muraki had gotten him before. He had to return Watari to normal, then get out of here.
But... the sneaky voice inside his head whispered poison. it took him dying last time to get rid of it. How do you think you'll do it now?
I'll find a way! Tsuzuki thought angrily. I'll bring him back to normal!
Just you try. It hissed at him. It's your fault he's in this mess in the first place, and besides, you're too ruined for him anyway...
Tsuzuki shook off the voice and stood up, backing away from Watari. The scientist followed, golden-brown eyes blank and unresponsive. Tsuzuki had never really seen Watari in battle; he had no idea what the scientist was capable of. He may be older, and more powerful, but trying to stop someone without hurting them, while they were out for your blood, was always difficult.
Muraki laughed. "See, Tsuzuki-san? Doesn't he make the perfect doll? He's just like porcelain. Pretty pale features and all." The doctor approached Watari, and the blonde halted. Tsuzuki watched in fascinated horror as Muraki lifted one long pale finger to trail down Watari's face
"So pretty. No wonder my father thought him the perfect doll, ne, Tsuzuki- san? Such a beautiful face. But..." Muraki's eyes slid coyly to his. "You know that, don't you?"
Despite the gravity of the situation, Tsuzuki blushed and sputtered.
"Wh-what are you going on about, Muraki?"
The doctor tilted his head, smiling. "So you deny it. How interesting. Is it because I am here? Or...because you are afraid?"
Tsuzuki glared at the man, vainly fighting the blush that rose on his cheeks. "Afraid of what?"
A dangerous gleam entered the man's eyes, his mechanic one seeming to glow evilly. "Afraid of what would happen to Watari, should you allow yourself to get too close to him."
Visions flashed through his head unwantedly; blood and petals and darkness, always the darkness. Fighting off the rising horror and depression, Tsuzuki stumbled backwards weakly.
"I...I don't..."
But the memories were too much, as always. He felt himself sink into the familiar depression, losing touch with the outside world. The last sight he saw was that of Muraki grinning evilly, and Watari's blank eyes watching him.
Then he descended into the darkness that was his personal prison.
~Tsuzuku~
AN: woo, go long chappie-ness. Last chapter and epilogue will be out soon! hard to believe I'm almost done with a fic o.o;; Not that's really long (it won't even break two digits in chapter numbers) but hey, this will be the first one I'll ever finish. Woo. ^^ Of course, feedback is appreciated, and thanks again to Lorraine for the inspiration finish this fic.
Reccomended Listening: Turn Back Time (Komm, Suesser Todd) from End of Evangelion
Chapter Six
Tsuzuki awoke to the cold feeling of lying on metal. No good memories ever started this way, so he quickly opened his eyes. His suspicions were confirmed as he saw that he didn't know where he was.
"Are you awake?"
That most hated voice caused a fresh bout of uneasiness in Tsuzuki. Anything with Muraki was never good.
He glared at the pale man, trying to convey every ounce of hate he held. Muraki merely smiled at him.
It was then that Tsuzuki noticed that he was not restrained in any way. Confusion now warred with anger and worry. Muraki didn't seem inclined to speak anytime soon; he was busy fiddling with a machine. So Tsuzuki took this time to recap his situation.
He had had that freaky dream about Muraki (which now looked to be true), then Watari had come home, and then the light...
Wait, where was Watari?
Tsuzuki scanned the room quickly. It was surprisingly well-lit, unlike his dream's foreboding, but no sign of the blonde Shinigami was to be seen.
Confusion was pushed out again by anger. He glared at Muraki once more.
"Where is Watari?"
The doctor looked up at him from the papers he had been looking at.
"Ahh, yes, your blonde friend. Well, he's in a different room. Quite an interesting history he has, don't you think?"
Tsuzuki snarled at him, trying to fight the feeling that something was very wrong. "What history?? Watari doesn't remember any of it! So it never happened, as far as I'm concerned!"
A smirk was his response, and the uneasy feeling grew. Muraki merely smoothed back his hair. "Well, why don't you see for yourself?" He held out the papers he was holding. Tsuzuki stared at them balefully. This unnerved him greatly. Muraki was making no attempt to capture/molest/otherwise harrass him. He was being treated civilly, as if he were a business associate. It made Tsuzuki more suspicious.
He cautiously took the papers, all the while watching Muraki. He then looked down and nearly died again.
A twelve-year-old Watari stared at him from the paper, in grainy color. The solemn look on the boy's face was totally at odds with the genki scientist. He scanned over the page, growing more agitated.
It was a detailed scientific account, written by no other than Muraki Tatsuhara, the father of the man standing across from him. Tsuzuki looked up from the papers, horrified.
"You brainwashed him??"
"No, not me. My father. Too bad dying caused it to be cancelled out."
Tsuzuki glared at Muraki. "Well, that's good, Watari doesn't need brainwashing! I'm glad you can't control him anymore!"
Muraki shook his head, amusement written over his features. "I told you, not me. My father. Besides, he is still very much under control."
"What?? What do you-" Tsuzuki's angry yell was cut off by a powerful blow to his back. He keeled over and hit the ground, air going straight out of is lungs. He gasped painfully, but managed to flip himself over and see...
...Watari?
The blonde stood still, staring at him with blank eyes. He seemed oblivious to the fact that he had just hurt his best friend. Realization dawned on Tsuzuki in terrible clarity. He looked at Muraki, horrified.
"You..." He gasped out.
Muraki smirked. "I just said it cancelled it out, not erased it. It was quite easy to reactivate the magical programming to place him under my full control."
Tsuzuki stared at him, enraged. He had never hated someone, other than himself, with such intensity before. But the self-doubt that plagued Tsuzuki constantly made itself known.
You fool, it whispered, You brought him into this.
Tsuzuki shook his head. This was no time to go into a depression! That was how Muraki had gotten him before. He had to return Watari to normal, then get out of here.
But... the sneaky voice inside his head whispered poison. it took him dying last time to get rid of it. How do you think you'll do it now?
I'll find a way! Tsuzuki thought angrily. I'll bring him back to normal!
Just you try. It hissed at him. It's your fault he's in this mess in the first place, and besides, you're too ruined for him anyway...
Tsuzuki shook off the voice and stood up, backing away from Watari. The scientist followed, golden-brown eyes blank and unresponsive. Tsuzuki had never really seen Watari in battle; he had no idea what the scientist was capable of. He may be older, and more powerful, but trying to stop someone without hurting them, while they were out for your blood, was always difficult.
Muraki laughed. "See, Tsuzuki-san? Doesn't he make the perfect doll? He's just like porcelain. Pretty pale features and all." The doctor approached Watari, and the blonde halted. Tsuzuki watched in fascinated horror as Muraki lifted one long pale finger to trail down Watari's face
"So pretty. No wonder my father thought him the perfect doll, ne, Tsuzuki- san? Such a beautiful face. But..." Muraki's eyes slid coyly to his. "You know that, don't you?"
Despite the gravity of the situation, Tsuzuki blushed and sputtered.
"Wh-what are you going on about, Muraki?"
The doctor tilted his head, smiling. "So you deny it. How interesting. Is it because I am here? Or...because you are afraid?"
Tsuzuki glared at the man, vainly fighting the blush that rose on his cheeks. "Afraid of what?"
A dangerous gleam entered the man's eyes, his mechanic one seeming to glow evilly. "Afraid of what would happen to Watari, should you allow yourself to get too close to him."
Visions flashed through his head unwantedly; blood and petals and darkness, always the darkness. Fighting off the rising horror and depression, Tsuzuki stumbled backwards weakly.
"I...I don't..."
But the memories were too much, as always. He felt himself sink into the familiar depression, losing touch with the outside world. The last sight he saw was that of Muraki grinning evilly, and Watari's blank eyes watching him.
Then he descended into the darkness that was his personal prison.
~Tsuzuku~
AN: woo, go long chappie-ness. Last chapter and epilogue will be out soon! hard to believe I'm almost done with a fic o.o;; Not that's really long (it won't even break two digits in chapter numbers) but hey, this will be the first one I'll ever finish. Woo. ^^ Of course, feedback is appreciated, and thanks again to Lorraine for the inspiration finish this fic.