Chapter 10 Worse turns to Worst
A few days passed very slowly and stressful. Hijiri was in a bad mood all week in the hospital. Even worst than Hisoka. He kept complaining about tiny problems such as having not enough soap in the container or there's no boiling water and sometimes he even complains about having not enough clean under wears.
All those anger and complaints were directed straight towards Hisoka who ignored it all. Only Tsuzuki would care and came to assist him in everything Hijiri wants. Hisoka was confused at first, as to why Hijiri was angry at him. When Hijiri's limit break reached maximum, Hisoka was the only one he could release it to. And when Tsuzuki came to help, Hijiri's expressions soften and were quiet all at once.
Finally, Hisoka became stressed and full of tension. Dr. Muraki who came to do daily tests didn't help at all. Every night, Hisoka would be screaming down the hospital building in the throes of nightmares and would wake Hijiri up. Sometimes they even fought with each other, which didn't make Tsuzuki happy at all.
"IYAAA!! TSUZUKI!!!!" Hisoka cried out one night and sat up straight from where he was sleeping on the sofa. Tsuzuki who was fast asleep on a chair was startled but wasn't fully awake. "Huh? Ah? Oh, apple pie, gimme… one…" and he went back to sleep. "Hisoka!! Won't you shut up! I'm trying to get to sleep here!!" Tsuzuki was again startled from his sleep eyes wide open. Hijiri was already sitting up, glaring at Hisoka whose eyes were red and puffy, the result of tears.
Hisoka glared back. "I couldn't hel-" Hijiri cut in before he could finish. "You've been saying that for a hell of a long time!!! If you don't want to have nightmares then go and wash your feet before bed time!!!" Hijiri bit back. The blonde boy was offended to be treated like a child. "Like you haven't had nightmares, you asshole!!" Tsuzuki sighed. 'Here we go again,' Tsuzuki stood up and went over to the table lamp, turning it on, filling the room with orange dimmed light. Both of them were glaring at each other, making sparks appear before them.
"Guys, stop this please," Tsuzuki tiredly spoke up. Having dealt with this a couple of times, Tsuzuki wouldn't want to see them fighting again. All heads turned towards the guy both of them loved, instantly silenced. "You've been fighting for the whole week, I don't want that," he continued, "Hijiri, you have to understand Hisoka's condition, he never asked to have those nightmares, he's been through hard times and you have to know his feelings," Hisoka smiled triumphantly, glad that Tsuzuki was on his side. But Tsuzuki wasn't finished yet.
"And 'soka-chan, you must have patience over Hijiri, his mood is understandable and the least you could do is just calm him down and be there for him," Tsuzuki stated while his hands were massaging his throbbing temple. Hisoka glared again at Hijiri, who shot the same scary look. "He started it first, Tsuzuki," Hisoka stated. Hijiri gasped in disbelief. "No! He was making all those annoying screams! I need my sleep, Tsuzuki," Tsuzuki's temple throbbed again and his vision became hazy.
Tsuzuki swayed a little and Hisoka rushed to Tsuzuki's side, keeping him steady. Hijiri too went to Tsuzuki's other side, holding him up. "Tsuzuki, are you okay?" Both of them asked at the same time. "Ah, I'll be all right if both of you stop fighting," Tsuzuki winced. "Owww… my head hurts," Hisoka pulled Tsuzuki to the sofa he had been sleeping on just a minute ago but Hijiri was pulling him to another sofa across the room. The boys glared again, ignoring a whimpering Tsuzuki. Hijiri tugged at Tsuzuki's arms. "That sofa is better," he said. Hisoka tugged back. "No, that one is nicer," he bit back.
Hijiri growled. "Aa… guys… I'll be alright if you'd just let me rest on the chair I was in just now, okay?" Tsuzuki pulled back both of his arms, which Hijiri and Hisoka let go soon after and the amethyst-eyed migrainned man stumbled on the 2 in 1 chair. Tsuzuki sighed again, holding his hands on his forehead. "Now, boys, go to sleep," Both of them sighed. Hisoka turned off the table lamp and both of them went to sleep.
Hisoka suddenly woke up again a few hours later. He turned his gaze to Tsuzuki, whom he thought was uncomfortable. Hisoka got up and walked up towards the sleeping Tsuzuki. He placed his hands on his shoulders and softly shook him. "Tsuzuki, Tsuzuki, get up," he whispered in his ears, afraid Hijiri would hear them. "Umm, let me sleep," was the mumbled answer he received. "Tsuzuki, sleep on the couch," he whispered again and pulled the reluctant Tsuzuki up. He guided the still half asleep Tsuzuki towards the couch he'd been sleeping on and pushed him down. Dragging his legs up on the soft cushions, Hisoka took the blanket he was wearing and wrapped them around Tsuzuki's body. Tsuzuki turned to his side and made a soft gurgling sound.
Hisoka smiled and kissed his forehead. He wasn't used to be the 'lovey-dovey' type, but acting it towards Tsuzuki felt different, he felt like he was meant to be like that. He stepped towards the window and opened the curtain slightly, peering outside. It was still dark but the sky was a little blue. He glanced at the clock that told him it was 2.00 in the morning.
Hisoka sighed quietly, he couldn't get back to sleep so he sat on a stool, next to Tsuzuki's sleeping form. His fingers unconsciously went to the soft brown hair and began stroking. "I'm so sorry for everything, Tsuzuki," he whispered into his ear. His hands glided to the soft slightly pink cheeks and Hisoka leaned forward to place a soft kiss on Tsuzuki's lips.
Tsuzuki mumbled something incoherently and managed to drag Hisoka on the couch with him, unconsciously, arms draped over his stomach, spooning him from behind. Both of them fitted on it perfectly, with the boy lying half on top of Tsuzuki. Hisoka protested at first but Tsuzuki was already dead asleep, and snoring. The blond sighed and placed his hand on Tsuzuki's, which were wound up around his body. Hisoka was a bit worried that Hijiri would find them like this when he wake up, but Hisoka was too comfy in Tsuzuki's arms to move away. So he closed his eyes for a moment, thinking about resting only, but fell asleep right after that.
A few minutes later, he woke up but Hisoka had a hard time opening his eyes. He snuggled deeper into Tsuzuki's arms before trying to open the emerald orbs again. He succeeded somehow and opened it to the fullest. Scanning around the room, he unlaced himself from Tsuzuki's strong arms. Hisoka stretched his body and walked towards the table to make some tea since his stomach were already screaming for something to fill it. He never dared to go to the cafeteria alone, knowing Muraki is in the same building even though it's still midnight, so he spent his times reading books or magazines in the hospital room.
Out of a sudden, he felt arms circling around his body from behind. He thought it was Tsuzuki's but as he studied the skin, he realized Tsuzuki wasn't so… white. And he wears his watch on his right wrist. But these arms were different, pale and cold. His eyes widen in realization and he began trembling, his emotions were running in a whirpool. The curse marks on his body glowing a bright red, making it visible even from under his shirt. A voice spoke in a husky tone, "I see you recognize me, boy," It was whispered in his ear, goose bumps appearing everywhere. A warm wet tongue glided repeatedly on his ear, making him shut his eyes tight. The arms went tighter around him and he gave out a small whimper.
"Don't… please," he pleaded, voice slightly shaking in fear. He was about to call out to Tsuzuki for help, but a hand clamped down on his mouth and he was forced to turn towards his captor. Hisoka looked up at the tall doctor and trembled again, trying to get away from the grips of the psycho.
"Make a sound and I'll kill the boy," he warned and pointed towards the still sleeping Hijiri. Hisoka's breath was stuck in his throat as he struggled for a voice. Muraki smirked as he saw Hisoka's expression, so innocent.
The doctor pulled his hand away from the boy's mouth, only to replace it roughly with his lips. Hisoka struggled in the kiss, trying to break away as he felt a wandering hand sliding down behind him. Tempted, the doctor laced his hand through the boy's hair, only to pull it, shoving his head backwards, breaking the kiss. "Do you hate that boy so much, that you want me to kill him?" the doctor purred again in his ear. His lips descend to his neck, licking the flesh there, not waiting for an answer.
Finally finding his voice, Hisoka spoke up. "What do you want?" Hisoka felt sick, as Muraki's smiled widened. "Oh, just a little something to please me," he continued, "You know, I've received some complaints from other wards, saying that this particular room is rather noisy at night time, with those senseless screaming and all," Hisoka's eyes revealed fear. "As I'm not a man who would take money as punishment, I would just-" Hisoka cut in, even before thinking, "Like hell you aren't," he turned his head towards Tsuzuki, "Tsuzu-" a hand clamped over his mouth again, muffling the sound.
Hisoka struggled violently in the doctor's arms, trying to alert his newfound love and friend. Muraki produced a syringe with a strange crystal liquid inside and stabbed it into the boy's arm. Hisoka's eyes went wide as he registered the dull pain on his arm before going limp against the man's chest.
The doctor caught him and whispered, "You're so easy to fool, boy,"
End of Chapter 10
(A/N: Saa... minna!! Chapter 10's done!! I'm so sorry it took so long, actually, my phone line had a little problem, so I couldn't use the internet, I hope you guys enjoyed that fic and R&R please!!! Those who had commented this fic, Sankyuu!!! Love ya all, bye!!!)
A few days passed very slowly and stressful. Hijiri was in a bad mood all week in the hospital. Even worst than Hisoka. He kept complaining about tiny problems such as having not enough soap in the container or there's no boiling water and sometimes he even complains about having not enough clean under wears.
All those anger and complaints were directed straight towards Hisoka who ignored it all. Only Tsuzuki would care and came to assist him in everything Hijiri wants. Hisoka was confused at first, as to why Hijiri was angry at him. When Hijiri's limit break reached maximum, Hisoka was the only one he could release it to. And when Tsuzuki came to help, Hijiri's expressions soften and were quiet all at once.
Finally, Hisoka became stressed and full of tension. Dr. Muraki who came to do daily tests didn't help at all. Every night, Hisoka would be screaming down the hospital building in the throes of nightmares and would wake Hijiri up. Sometimes they even fought with each other, which didn't make Tsuzuki happy at all.
"IYAAA!! TSUZUKI!!!!" Hisoka cried out one night and sat up straight from where he was sleeping on the sofa. Tsuzuki who was fast asleep on a chair was startled but wasn't fully awake. "Huh? Ah? Oh, apple pie, gimme… one…" and he went back to sleep. "Hisoka!! Won't you shut up! I'm trying to get to sleep here!!" Tsuzuki was again startled from his sleep eyes wide open. Hijiri was already sitting up, glaring at Hisoka whose eyes were red and puffy, the result of tears.
Hisoka glared back. "I couldn't hel-" Hijiri cut in before he could finish. "You've been saying that for a hell of a long time!!! If you don't want to have nightmares then go and wash your feet before bed time!!!" Hijiri bit back. The blonde boy was offended to be treated like a child. "Like you haven't had nightmares, you asshole!!" Tsuzuki sighed. 'Here we go again,' Tsuzuki stood up and went over to the table lamp, turning it on, filling the room with orange dimmed light. Both of them were glaring at each other, making sparks appear before them.
"Guys, stop this please," Tsuzuki tiredly spoke up. Having dealt with this a couple of times, Tsuzuki wouldn't want to see them fighting again. All heads turned towards the guy both of them loved, instantly silenced. "You've been fighting for the whole week, I don't want that," he continued, "Hijiri, you have to understand Hisoka's condition, he never asked to have those nightmares, he's been through hard times and you have to know his feelings," Hisoka smiled triumphantly, glad that Tsuzuki was on his side. But Tsuzuki wasn't finished yet.
"And 'soka-chan, you must have patience over Hijiri, his mood is understandable and the least you could do is just calm him down and be there for him," Tsuzuki stated while his hands were massaging his throbbing temple. Hisoka glared again at Hijiri, who shot the same scary look. "He started it first, Tsuzuki," Hisoka stated. Hijiri gasped in disbelief. "No! He was making all those annoying screams! I need my sleep, Tsuzuki," Tsuzuki's temple throbbed again and his vision became hazy.
Tsuzuki swayed a little and Hisoka rushed to Tsuzuki's side, keeping him steady. Hijiri too went to Tsuzuki's other side, holding him up. "Tsuzuki, are you okay?" Both of them asked at the same time. "Ah, I'll be all right if both of you stop fighting," Tsuzuki winced. "Owww… my head hurts," Hisoka pulled Tsuzuki to the sofa he had been sleeping on just a minute ago but Hijiri was pulling him to another sofa across the room. The boys glared again, ignoring a whimpering Tsuzuki. Hijiri tugged at Tsuzuki's arms. "That sofa is better," he said. Hisoka tugged back. "No, that one is nicer," he bit back.
Hijiri growled. "Aa… guys… I'll be alright if you'd just let me rest on the chair I was in just now, okay?" Tsuzuki pulled back both of his arms, which Hijiri and Hisoka let go soon after and the amethyst-eyed migrainned man stumbled on the 2 in 1 chair. Tsuzuki sighed again, holding his hands on his forehead. "Now, boys, go to sleep," Both of them sighed. Hisoka turned off the table lamp and both of them went to sleep.
Hisoka suddenly woke up again a few hours later. He turned his gaze to Tsuzuki, whom he thought was uncomfortable. Hisoka got up and walked up towards the sleeping Tsuzuki. He placed his hands on his shoulders and softly shook him. "Tsuzuki, Tsuzuki, get up," he whispered in his ears, afraid Hijiri would hear them. "Umm, let me sleep," was the mumbled answer he received. "Tsuzuki, sleep on the couch," he whispered again and pulled the reluctant Tsuzuki up. He guided the still half asleep Tsuzuki towards the couch he'd been sleeping on and pushed him down. Dragging his legs up on the soft cushions, Hisoka took the blanket he was wearing and wrapped them around Tsuzuki's body. Tsuzuki turned to his side and made a soft gurgling sound.
Hisoka smiled and kissed his forehead. He wasn't used to be the 'lovey-dovey' type, but acting it towards Tsuzuki felt different, he felt like he was meant to be like that. He stepped towards the window and opened the curtain slightly, peering outside. It was still dark but the sky was a little blue. He glanced at the clock that told him it was 2.00 in the morning.
Hisoka sighed quietly, he couldn't get back to sleep so he sat on a stool, next to Tsuzuki's sleeping form. His fingers unconsciously went to the soft brown hair and began stroking. "I'm so sorry for everything, Tsuzuki," he whispered into his ear. His hands glided to the soft slightly pink cheeks and Hisoka leaned forward to place a soft kiss on Tsuzuki's lips.
Tsuzuki mumbled something incoherently and managed to drag Hisoka on the couch with him, unconsciously, arms draped over his stomach, spooning him from behind. Both of them fitted on it perfectly, with the boy lying half on top of Tsuzuki. Hisoka protested at first but Tsuzuki was already dead asleep, and snoring. The blond sighed and placed his hand on Tsuzuki's, which were wound up around his body. Hisoka was a bit worried that Hijiri would find them like this when he wake up, but Hisoka was too comfy in Tsuzuki's arms to move away. So he closed his eyes for a moment, thinking about resting only, but fell asleep right after that.
A few minutes later, he woke up but Hisoka had a hard time opening his eyes. He snuggled deeper into Tsuzuki's arms before trying to open the emerald orbs again. He succeeded somehow and opened it to the fullest. Scanning around the room, he unlaced himself from Tsuzuki's strong arms. Hisoka stretched his body and walked towards the table to make some tea since his stomach were already screaming for something to fill it. He never dared to go to the cafeteria alone, knowing Muraki is in the same building even though it's still midnight, so he spent his times reading books or magazines in the hospital room.
Out of a sudden, he felt arms circling around his body from behind. He thought it was Tsuzuki's but as he studied the skin, he realized Tsuzuki wasn't so… white. And he wears his watch on his right wrist. But these arms were different, pale and cold. His eyes widen in realization and he began trembling, his emotions were running in a whirpool. The curse marks on his body glowing a bright red, making it visible even from under his shirt. A voice spoke in a husky tone, "I see you recognize me, boy," It was whispered in his ear, goose bumps appearing everywhere. A warm wet tongue glided repeatedly on his ear, making him shut his eyes tight. The arms went tighter around him and he gave out a small whimper.
"Don't… please," he pleaded, voice slightly shaking in fear. He was about to call out to Tsuzuki for help, but a hand clamped down on his mouth and he was forced to turn towards his captor. Hisoka looked up at the tall doctor and trembled again, trying to get away from the grips of the psycho.
"Make a sound and I'll kill the boy," he warned and pointed towards the still sleeping Hijiri. Hisoka's breath was stuck in his throat as he struggled for a voice. Muraki smirked as he saw Hisoka's expression, so innocent.
The doctor pulled his hand away from the boy's mouth, only to replace it roughly with his lips. Hisoka struggled in the kiss, trying to break away as he felt a wandering hand sliding down behind him. Tempted, the doctor laced his hand through the boy's hair, only to pull it, shoving his head backwards, breaking the kiss. "Do you hate that boy so much, that you want me to kill him?" the doctor purred again in his ear. His lips descend to his neck, licking the flesh there, not waiting for an answer.
Finally finding his voice, Hisoka spoke up. "What do you want?" Hisoka felt sick, as Muraki's smiled widened. "Oh, just a little something to please me," he continued, "You know, I've received some complaints from other wards, saying that this particular room is rather noisy at night time, with those senseless screaming and all," Hisoka's eyes revealed fear. "As I'm not a man who would take money as punishment, I would just-" Hisoka cut in, even before thinking, "Like hell you aren't," he turned his head towards Tsuzuki, "Tsuzu-" a hand clamped over his mouth again, muffling the sound.
Hisoka struggled violently in the doctor's arms, trying to alert his newfound love and friend. Muraki produced a syringe with a strange crystal liquid inside and stabbed it into the boy's arm. Hisoka's eyes went wide as he registered the dull pain on his arm before going limp against the man's chest.
The doctor caught him and whispered, "You're so easy to fool, boy,"
End of Chapter 10
(A/N: Saa... minna!! Chapter 10's done!! I'm so sorry it took so long, actually, my phone line had a little problem, so I couldn't use the internet, I hope you guys enjoyed that fic and R&R please!!! Those who had commented this fic, Sankyuu!!! Love ya all, bye!!!)