Title: Remember me Wholly
Author: Silver-Winged-Angel
Disclaimer: I don't own YNM's characters; I'm just borrowing them for the sake of entertainment...
Rating: PG-13 and soon it will be R
Summery: You can never forget the past but don't let it control you...
Chapter 6 Don't Worry
"My name is Kazutaka Muraki," said the doctor, a slight smile playing on his lips, maybe a smirk. He glance at the boy, his eyes was dazed. "'Soka, are you alright?" Tsuzuki was worried. Hisoka's vision wasn't concentrated. "Sensei, maybe you should take a look at him," Tsuzuki voiced out his worries. A smile still on his lips, Muraki moved closer to the Hisoka. Alerted, Hisoka took a step back. "No, don't come closer," the blond clutched his head as memories from 3 years ago slammed into his brain.
"'Soka, what's wrong?" Tsuzuki moved to put his hand on Hisoka's shoulder and to his shock the boy pushed Tsuzuki away. His face was pale and his eyes shut slowly as he fell backward. "Hisoka!" Tsuzuki rushed to catch him but he was too late and the blond head hit the hard floor with a thud. Tsuzuki gasped as Hisoka's form turned lifeless on the ground. The amethyst eyed ran to his friend's side. "'Soka, Hisoka!!" Soon Muraki knelt down and picked up the boy in his arms. "I'll take a look at him, I'm afraid you'll have to wait outside," the doctor said as he went in the ward, without Tsuzuki realizing that none of the nurse followed him in to help. Tsuzuki sat on the bench and suddenly remembered about Hijiri.
'I wasn't told yet about Hijiri's condition, and now Hisoka's sick, what's going on here?' he thought. His mind was confused. 'Is there something Hisoka's not telling me? But why would he keep a secret from me anyway, I'm his friend, ne?' he thought again. 'Or, am I?' Tsuzuki shook his head. 'NO!! Of course he's my friend and I'm his friend,' his thoughts were swimming in a whirlpool. Another part of his brain reminded him of all those things Hisoka said to him. 'That's not true, he never meant it, he's just in a bad mood,' he denied again. Then something snapped in his thoughts. 'Oh hell, am I talking to my brain?'
In the hospital ward, Muraki placed the unconscious form of Hisoka onto the white sheet bed. "I never even thought I would see you again, boy," he whispered softly as he slowly unbuttoned Hisoka's shirt. "All of my curse victims dies after 3 years," The doctor spread it wide and smirked at the glowing curse marks on his chest and arms. "Maybe your time will come any moment right now," He traced his index finger to the lines of the marks on the boy's chest. Hisoka began stirring and whimpering softly. His eyes fluttered open, and the blonde boy had the shock of his life. The doctor smirked as Hisoka's eyes revealed fear.
"Well boy, you're awake," Hisoka retreated back as Muraki's hands reached out. "Where's Tsuzuki," the blond hissed. Sensei frowned. "Oh, you mean that handsome young man out there? Hmm.. he's quite cute you know, you sure have tastes, that boy you admitted here too, Hijiri, ne? Is he your twin?" the smirk came back as Hisoka glared. "You try to hurt them and-" he was stopped mid-sentence as the sadistic doctor forced him down on the bed. "What? What are /you/ going to do, little boy?" sarcasm was visible in his tone. "Remember, you have no right to talk like that, 'cause I'm the one controlling you," Hisoka cried out suddenly. The curse marks searing on his skin.
Hisoka wrapped his arms around himself, trying to stop the pain. "No, please stop," In an instant the pain was gone. Hisoka sighed in relief. "See? I have control over you, boy, you're just a puppet to me, I am the one possessing the strings," Hisoka shut his eyes tight, refusing to believe this doctor. "Hmm, are you scared now, boy?" Muraki raised an eyebrow. Hisoka remained quiet, his eyes opened but glancing towards the ceiling. "Well, not much to do here, repeating what I did 3 years ago is a bad idea, your friend might hear your… cries of pleasure…" Hisoka snapped and made to lunge forward and punch the silly smirk out of his face but a hand caught his wrist before further harm were done.
Both of his wrists were caught and pinned above his head. Muraki admired the view of naked torso completely for him. The panting chest marked with red writings rising and falling. "Let me go! Bastard!" Hisoka struggled. He was about to scream for Tsuzuki to help but a hand clamped on his mouth, muffling his voice. "You're a bad boy, Hi… so… ka…" The doctor dragged each syllable out, just for the sake of teasing. "I assume this… Tsuzuki haven't known yet of our… lustful encounter… am I right?" Hisoka kept quiet, and suddenly the marks on his body began making trouble. Whimpering softly, Hisoka simply nodded and the pain dissappeared.
The doctor let the trembling boy go and Hisoka quickly did up all the buttons of his shirt. "I shouldn't do much damage on you, or else that friend of yours will know," Hisoka sighed in relief. "Saa.. he's probably waiting, don't want him to get suspicious now, do we?" Hisoka was dragged out of the bed and pushed through the door. Once outside, the doctor played innocent and became gentle towards the boy. "Eh, sensei, what's wrong with my friend?" Tsuzuki immediately asked as soon as they came out.
"Ah, he was just exhausted, with the lack of energy, that's why he collapsed," Muraki explained. Tsuzuki nodded and Hisoka went to his friend's side, inching himself away from his tormentor. "So, what about Hijiri?" Tsuzuki asked again. Muraki checked the clipboard that he held to his chest. "I think we should be checking on Minase-san, I'll explain once we're there," Tsuzuki nodded again and followed the doctor who was leading them towards Hijiri's room. Hisoka trailing not far behind. Finally after walking through wide hallways, they reached a ward labeled 304. Muraki led them inside and they were greeted with a sight neither of them would forget.
Inside, Hijiri was laid on the bed, still unconscious. Tubes and hoses were criss-crossing his body. Some of the hoses were even poked in his arms, draining the IV water from the pack through Hijiri's body. Hijiri's body was pale all over and some bruises marked his face. Hisoka's fist clenched itself. 'Those bullies, dared to hurt my friend!' his mind screamed.
"As you can see, Minase-san is still unconscious, his spleen was slightly damaged but we managed to fix it, he suffered 3 broken ribs which miraculously didn't hit any vital organs, we gave him some painkillers and he should be unconscious for a few hours, when he wakes up, someone familiar should be by his side because, his head might have suffered concussion and memory block could be expected, if not, then he'll be alright, since his body is still young, he should heal quickly," Muraki explained. Tsuzuki nodded again. "Well, I should be leaving now, if there's any problem just press the button over there," he pointed towards a red buzzer beside the bed. "A nurse will come and check," Tsuzuki nodded again. "Jaa.." and he walked out.
Tsuzuki and Hisoka sat down by the bed, opposite of each other, in silence. Only the beeping of the machine making the noise. "So, what should we do? Should we tell his parents?" Hisoka asked, to break the uncomfortable silence. Tsuzuki thought for a while. "Maybe we shouldn't, I know it's selfish but, his parents would be so worried and Hijiri would be taken away, you know them, over-protective over him," Tsuzuki reasoned out. Hisoka sighed. Problems are just gifts to his life.
They sat there for another while, Tsuzuki softly stroking Hijiri's hair while Hisoka was deep in thought, his hand unconsciously placed on Hijiri's. He still couldn't believe that he had met the man whom had tortured him and took something really precious to him, something that he would never get back, even if he killed that man. He would never get back his virginity. And after that encounter a while ago, he felt slightly dirty. Who knows what the maniacal doctor done to him while he was unconscious? His shirt was unbuttoned, that wasn't a relief at all.
He was disgusted at himself. How could he let the memories of the past haunt him while the doctor was close by. He should've controlled his mind, not let it be invaded by those memories. He thought that by having Tsuzuki close by, he would be all right. But he was wrong. That doctor has the brains but he himself doesn't. 'Remember, you have no right to talk like that, 'cause I'm the one controlling you,' the doctor's words came to his head. 'I have control over you, boy, you're just a puppet to me, I am the one possessing the strings,' Hisoka shook his head, trying to will the voice away. A headache appearing and Hisoka gave out a pained moan, involuntarily.
"'Soka? Daijoubu ka?" Tsuzuki worriedly asked. Hisoka looked up and realised that he had let out that sound. "Ah, daijoubu," he reassured. Tsuzuki wasn't convinced. "Maybe you should go home and rest, you fainted just now," Hisoka shook his head. "I'm fine, don't worry," Then a thought came through Tsuzuki's head. "Hisoka," Tsuzuki started. The blond boy swallowed an imaginary lump in his throat. He knew what Tsuzuki's gonna ask. "Is… is there anything… you're not telling me?" was the question.
Hisoka bowed his head, just gazing at Hijiri's lifeless hand, stroking it a little. "Wh… what do you mean?" Tsuzuki's eyes narrowed. There is definitely something Hisoka's not telling him. "Well, how do I say this, you… you seem… terrified of Muraki sensei," Tsuzuki watched Hisoka's reaction. "What's going on?"
End of Chapter 6..
(A/N: Ahh... a relief, I've finished this chapter, and I've been hoping for a long time now, that everyone would R&R.. *sigh* well at least someone is enjoying my fic... anyway... that's it guys!! chapter 7 will be coming soon... (to free4ever: Actually, you'll have to guess the pairings, b'coz it's a secret... and it will be a BIG surprise, something that you wouldn't thought it would be, hehe...) R&R please...)
Author: Silver-Winged-Angel
Disclaimer: I don't own YNM's characters; I'm just borrowing them for the sake of entertainment...
Rating: PG-13 and soon it will be R
Summery: You can never forget the past but don't let it control you...
Chapter 6 Don't Worry
"My name is Kazutaka Muraki," said the doctor, a slight smile playing on his lips, maybe a smirk. He glance at the boy, his eyes was dazed. "'Soka, are you alright?" Tsuzuki was worried. Hisoka's vision wasn't concentrated. "Sensei, maybe you should take a look at him," Tsuzuki voiced out his worries. A smile still on his lips, Muraki moved closer to the Hisoka. Alerted, Hisoka took a step back. "No, don't come closer," the blond clutched his head as memories from 3 years ago slammed into his brain.
"'Soka, what's wrong?" Tsuzuki moved to put his hand on Hisoka's shoulder and to his shock the boy pushed Tsuzuki away. His face was pale and his eyes shut slowly as he fell backward. "Hisoka!" Tsuzuki rushed to catch him but he was too late and the blond head hit the hard floor with a thud. Tsuzuki gasped as Hisoka's form turned lifeless on the ground. The amethyst eyed ran to his friend's side. "'Soka, Hisoka!!" Soon Muraki knelt down and picked up the boy in his arms. "I'll take a look at him, I'm afraid you'll have to wait outside," the doctor said as he went in the ward, without Tsuzuki realizing that none of the nurse followed him in to help. Tsuzuki sat on the bench and suddenly remembered about Hijiri.
'I wasn't told yet about Hijiri's condition, and now Hisoka's sick, what's going on here?' he thought. His mind was confused. 'Is there something Hisoka's not telling me? But why would he keep a secret from me anyway, I'm his friend, ne?' he thought again. 'Or, am I?' Tsuzuki shook his head. 'NO!! Of course he's my friend and I'm his friend,' his thoughts were swimming in a whirlpool. Another part of his brain reminded him of all those things Hisoka said to him. 'That's not true, he never meant it, he's just in a bad mood,' he denied again. Then something snapped in his thoughts. 'Oh hell, am I talking to my brain?'
In the hospital ward, Muraki placed the unconscious form of Hisoka onto the white sheet bed. "I never even thought I would see you again, boy," he whispered softly as he slowly unbuttoned Hisoka's shirt. "All of my curse victims dies after 3 years," The doctor spread it wide and smirked at the glowing curse marks on his chest and arms. "Maybe your time will come any moment right now," He traced his index finger to the lines of the marks on the boy's chest. Hisoka began stirring and whimpering softly. His eyes fluttered open, and the blonde boy had the shock of his life. The doctor smirked as Hisoka's eyes revealed fear.
"Well boy, you're awake," Hisoka retreated back as Muraki's hands reached out. "Where's Tsuzuki," the blond hissed. Sensei frowned. "Oh, you mean that handsome young man out there? Hmm.. he's quite cute you know, you sure have tastes, that boy you admitted here too, Hijiri, ne? Is he your twin?" the smirk came back as Hisoka glared. "You try to hurt them and-" he was stopped mid-sentence as the sadistic doctor forced him down on the bed. "What? What are /you/ going to do, little boy?" sarcasm was visible in his tone. "Remember, you have no right to talk like that, 'cause I'm the one controlling you," Hisoka cried out suddenly. The curse marks searing on his skin.
Hisoka wrapped his arms around himself, trying to stop the pain. "No, please stop," In an instant the pain was gone. Hisoka sighed in relief. "See? I have control over you, boy, you're just a puppet to me, I am the one possessing the strings," Hisoka shut his eyes tight, refusing to believe this doctor. "Hmm, are you scared now, boy?" Muraki raised an eyebrow. Hisoka remained quiet, his eyes opened but glancing towards the ceiling. "Well, not much to do here, repeating what I did 3 years ago is a bad idea, your friend might hear your… cries of pleasure…" Hisoka snapped and made to lunge forward and punch the silly smirk out of his face but a hand caught his wrist before further harm were done.
Both of his wrists were caught and pinned above his head. Muraki admired the view of naked torso completely for him. The panting chest marked with red writings rising and falling. "Let me go! Bastard!" Hisoka struggled. He was about to scream for Tsuzuki to help but a hand clamped on his mouth, muffling his voice. "You're a bad boy, Hi… so… ka…" The doctor dragged each syllable out, just for the sake of teasing. "I assume this… Tsuzuki haven't known yet of our… lustful encounter… am I right?" Hisoka kept quiet, and suddenly the marks on his body began making trouble. Whimpering softly, Hisoka simply nodded and the pain dissappeared.
The doctor let the trembling boy go and Hisoka quickly did up all the buttons of his shirt. "I shouldn't do much damage on you, or else that friend of yours will know," Hisoka sighed in relief. "Saa.. he's probably waiting, don't want him to get suspicious now, do we?" Hisoka was dragged out of the bed and pushed through the door. Once outside, the doctor played innocent and became gentle towards the boy. "Eh, sensei, what's wrong with my friend?" Tsuzuki immediately asked as soon as they came out.
"Ah, he was just exhausted, with the lack of energy, that's why he collapsed," Muraki explained. Tsuzuki nodded and Hisoka went to his friend's side, inching himself away from his tormentor. "So, what about Hijiri?" Tsuzuki asked again. Muraki checked the clipboard that he held to his chest. "I think we should be checking on Minase-san, I'll explain once we're there," Tsuzuki nodded again and followed the doctor who was leading them towards Hijiri's room. Hisoka trailing not far behind. Finally after walking through wide hallways, they reached a ward labeled 304. Muraki led them inside and they were greeted with a sight neither of them would forget.
Inside, Hijiri was laid on the bed, still unconscious. Tubes and hoses were criss-crossing his body. Some of the hoses were even poked in his arms, draining the IV water from the pack through Hijiri's body. Hijiri's body was pale all over and some bruises marked his face. Hisoka's fist clenched itself. 'Those bullies, dared to hurt my friend!' his mind screamed.
"As you can see, Minase-san is still unconscious, his spleen was slightly damaged but we managed to fix it, he suffered 3 broken ribs which miraculously didn't hit any vital organs, we gave him some painkillers and he should be unconscious for a few hours, when he wakes up, someone familiar should be by his side because, his head might have suffered concussion and memory block could be expected, if not, then he'll be alright, since his body is still young, he should heal quickly," Muraki explained. Tsuzuki nodded again. "Well, I should be leaving now, if there's any problem just press the button over there," he pointed towards a red buzzer beside the bed. "A nurse will come and check," Tsuzuki nodded again. "Jaa.." and he walked out.
Tsuzuki and Hisoka sat down by the bed, opposite of each other, in silence. Only the beeping of the machine making the noise. "So, what should we do? Should we tell his parents?" Hisoka asked, to break the uncomfortable silence. Tsuzuki thought for a while. "Maybe we shouldn't, I know it's selfish but, his parents would be so worried and Hijiri would be taken away, you know them, over-protective over him," Tsuzuki reasoned out. Hisoka sighed. Problems are just gifts to his life.
They sat there for another while, Tsuzuki softly stroking Hijiri's hair while Hisoka was deep in thought, his hand unconsciously placed on Hijiri's. He still couldn't believe that he had met the man whom had tortured him and took something really precious to him, something that he would never get back, even if he killed that man. He would never get back his virginity. And after that encounter a while ago, he felt slightly dirty. Who knows what the maniacal doctor done to him while he was unconscious? His shirt was unbuttoned, that wasn't a relief at all.
He was disgusted at himself. How could he let the memories of the past haunt him while the doctor was close by. He should've controlled his mind, not let it be invaded by those memories. He thought that by having Tsuzuki close by, he would be all right. But he was wrong. That doctor has the brains but he himself doesn't. 'Remember, you have no right to talk like that, 'cause I'm the one controlling you,' the doctor's words came to his head. 'I have control over you, boy, you're just a puppet to me, I am the one possessing the strings,' Hisoka shook his head, trying to will the voice away. A headache appearing and Hisoka gave out a pained moan, involuntarily.
"'Soka? Daijoubu ka?" Tsuzuki worriedly asked. Hisoka looked up and realised that he had let out that sound. "Ah, daijoubu," he reassured. Tsuzuki wasn't convinced. "Maybe you should go home and rest, you fainted just now," Hisoka shook his head. "I'm fine, don't worry," Then a thought came through Tsuzuki's head. "Hisoka," Tsuzuki started. The blond boy swallowed an imaginary lump in his throat. He knew what Tsuzuki's gonna ask. "Is… is there anything… you're not telling me?" was the question.
Hisoka bowed his head, just gazing at Hijiri's lifeless hand, stroking it a little. "Wh… what do you mean?" Tsuzuki's eyes narrowed. There is definitely something Hisoka's not telling him. "Well, how do I say this, you… you seem… terrified of Muraki sensei," Tsuzuki watched Hisoka's reaction. "What's going on?"
End of Chapter 6..
(A/N: Ahh... a relief, I've finished this chapter, and I've been hoping for a long time now, that everyone would R&R.. *sigh* well at least someone is enjoying my fic... anyway... that's it guys!! chapter 7 will be coming soon... (to free4ever: Actually, you'll have to guess the pairings, b'coz it's a secret... and it will be a BIG surprise, something that you wouldn't thought it would be, hehe...) R&R please...)