(A/N: Ahahahaha!! Sorry for the lousy title but I'm out of ideas. So I'll give you one advice, don't eat while you're reading this story, I won't be responsible, to Morien Alexander, Tsuzuki will wake up, don't worry!! and guys!!! stop calling me a meanie!!! UWAAAA~~!! and I promise, this story will get more interesting!!!
Chapter 12 A dirty plan in a psycho's head
Hisoka opened his eyes, and found out that the sun was already high in the sky; the proof of another day had begun. He looked around and found that he was still lying on the cold floor, Tsuzuki and Hijiri still sound asleep. At first, he was confused, as to why he was here and not in Tsuzuki's arms? Wasn't he in Tsuzuki's arms the last time he fell asleep? He shut his eyes and massaged his throbbing temple. He also felt this strange pain between his legs, and he closed his legs together, still confused and worried.
'Mmm, your body is beautiful, your smooth soft skin looks better with blood on it,' suddenly a voice whispered and Hisoka turned to look who was it. 'I don't remember ever asking you to give me orders,' another voice that made Hisoka confused. 'Yes… beautiful… my slut, my very own slut,' by that moment, Hisoka was already trembling with fear on the floor. Slowly, bits by bits of his memory came back, forming a whole disgusting scene to him.
Two bodies were doing it on a bed, one was himself while the other was… the other was… "Muraki!" the blond hissed to himself. He covered a hand over his mouth as Hisoka felt a bile rise to his throat and he pushed himself up, trying to stand but failed. As he felt the fluid rise up again, Hisoka shut his eyes and struggled to swallow it back down, not wanting to make a mess. He decided that he couldn't hold on any longer and crawled on all fours to the bathroom, banging the door behind.
Reaching the toilet bowl, he retched violently, his stomach heaving as he vomited everything out. Tears sprang to his eyes and beads of sweat covered his whole body as he continued to throw up, finding it hard to breathe every time. As he thought it was over, he leaned back on the cold wall, panting. He used the back of his hand to wipe off the dribbling fluid down his mouth. Hisoka whimpered a little as another flashback slammed into his brain.
'It's obvious, you enjoyed it,' the blond placed both hands on his ears, covering them, but the voice won't go away. 'I wonder what Tsuzuki will think, if he saw me… sleeping… with… you,' He gasped, forgetting about Tsuzuki. His love would be very angry and mad and what if Tsuzuki throws him out? Where will he live? He sobbed, tears running fast down his face. "I'm sorry… so sorry… Tsuzuki," he whispered to himself as another bile rise and he was bent over the toilet, throwing up. 'Craved it… wanted more… pleading me to fuck you… begging me silently…' Hisoka fought for air as he heaved again, his stomach began aching.
Tsuzuki, on the other hand was jolted awake with a bang. He sat up and looked around, noticing that Hisoka wasn't with him. "'Soka-chan?" he called out. Hijiri was still fast asleep. "'Soka? Where are you?" he asked again. Then he heard sobs and painful retching from the bathroom. He stood up quickly and almost ran towards the source of the voice. Kicking the door open, he was greeted with an awful sight. There sat Hisoka holding onto the toilet bowl, puking his guts out. "Oh no! Hisoka!" he ran to his love's side, stroking his back, giving him comfort.
Meanwhile, Hisoka was startled as he heard Tsuzuki's voice, thinking it was his imaginations at first, then felt a hand running up and down his back. "… Tsu… Tsuzuki…" he whispered before collapsing in the young man's arms, exhausted from all the vomiting, breathing hard. Sweat made the wheat-colored bangs stick to his forehead, his face flushed, and body shaking in the strong arms.
Tsuzuki took some loo rolls and wet it with water a little bit before using it to gently wipe off some unwanted fluids running down Hisoka's mouth. The boy's eyes closed. Then Tsuzuki noticed the ugly bruise on Hisoka's lips and neck. "Hisoka… where did you get these?" Tsuzuki worriedly asked. Hisoka opened his eyes and quickly covered the red mark on his lips with his hands. "No… I… I bit my lip… that's all…" he stuttered. His lover couldn't believe it. "That deep? And what about your neck?" the brunette asked again.
Hisoka searched for answer but finding none. He couldn't straight forwardly tell his lover what happened. What happened between him and Muraki was disgusting and he wouldn't want Tsuzuki to know. "Hisoka?" Tears came streaming down and the blond shook his head, no answer coming. "No… Tsuzuki… don't ask… please…" he pleaded, hoping Tsuzuki would forget the matter. Tsuzuki sighed, worried but he would ask Hisoka later. And if Muraki had anything to do with this, he was sure going to print a punch on the doctor's face.
Throwing the tissue in the toilet, he took another roll and used it to wipe around Hisoka's sweaty face and down his neck, careful not to hurt him. Hisoka closed his eyes, letting his lover clean him up, loving the way Tsuzuki cared for him. Tsuzuki flushed the toilet after discarding the tissue in it and pulled Hisoka closer.
Hisoka buried his face in Tsuzuki's chest as he felt himself being lifted up, carried to a couch and laid down on it. By that time, Hijiri had already wakened up and he narrowed his eyes at the sight of Tsuzuki carrying Hisoka. "What happened?" the brunette boy asked, sitting up on his bed.
"Aa, Hijiri-kun, you're awake! Are you feeling okay?" Tsuzuki asked as he placed Hisoka on the couch gently. "What happened?" he asked again. Tsuzuki removed Hisoka's torn shirt and went to the cupboard to change it with another one, slipping it on the blonde's body. "I don't know… Hisoka was sick in the toilet…" Tsuzuki replied. Grabbing a blanket, he used it to cover Hisoka's shivering forms. Hijiri sighed and slumped back down on the bed.
Something felt a little fishy. Hijiri knew about Hisoka's past, courtesy of his talent in eavesdropping. He wondered when will the other boy tell him about it. And also about his relationship with Tsuzuki. He was kept in the dark all the time, and Hijiri was a little hurt. He often asked himself if he was such a big mouth that Hisoka and Tsuzuki wouldn't tell him their little secret. 'Tch', but don't worry, I knew everything,' he thought.
But still, why wouldn't they tell him? And he wondered, why would he even bother if Tsuzuki told him or not? He knew his heart would be crushed into millions and millions of pieces but he couldn't stand being kept in the dark.
Then he heard a knock on the door and Tsuzuki went to answer. There greeting their sights were Muraki sensei, smiling hostily. Tsuzuki's brow furrowed as he stepped away from the door. "Aa, as usual, I came here to do the check ups on Minase-kun" he announced and walked towards Hijiri who stared wide-eyed. He never realised how beautiful and at the same time scary this man can be. This reminded him of his maths teacher, Seiichiro sensei. Though scary, Seiichiro sensei is very kind. But Hijiri doesn't really know if Muraki sensei is kind or not. Well, according to Hisoka, this man is mean, but, 'He looks kind,' Hijiri thought.
The brunette boy shook his head. 'What in the world am I thinking?' his mind screamed. 'But then again, maybe he's not mean at all, maybe Hisoka did something that angered sensei,' he thought again. Movements full of grace, Muraki strode towards Hijiri. "I see you're alright now, Minase-kun," the doctor started. "Have you been feeling pain lately?" sensei asked. Hijiri, not trusting his voice, simply shook his head. Muraki smiled, sensing how nervous the boy is. "Good, so, I'll do a quick check on your wounds, see if they're healed or not," he said again and Hijiri lay down, letting the doctor lift his shirt up.
The doctor casually ran the tip of his fingers down the boy's bare chest, making him shiver, and down to his ribs where bandages surrounded the area. Muraki made the gesture as if by accident, with Tsuzuki watching him closely, arms crossed in front of his chest, anger barely controlled. Hisoka had already shut his eyes and pulled the blanket up over his head, refusing to even set eyes on the doctor whom had tortured, used and toyed with him just a few hours ago.
Muraki removed the bandages and inspected the once ugly wounds. But now, it was all healed, leaving scars behind. "I see… you're better now," the doctor commented, taking out his stethoscope and placing the metal on Hijiri's chest, checking his heartbeat. The boy shivered again at the cold metal touching his skin. Muraki kept his eyes on Hijiri's wide green ones as he listened to the heartbeat getting faster and faster. Hijiri sanked deeper into the pillow he was laying on as Muraki's gaze penetrated his soul.
Muraki smiled, hiding a smirk. 'This boy seems full of trust, by using him, I can break the three of you apart,' he thought silently. The doctor picked up the clipboard on the end of Hijiri's bed and studied it for a while, before writing something on it. "Hmm… by the looks of it, you can be discharged later this afternoon," the doctor announced, turning to a happy Hijiri. "Aa? Hontou ni?! Yatta!!!" Hijiri exclaimed, glad that he could escape the four stressful white walls that kept him inside. "But you will have to rest for a couple of days at home before going to school,"
Hijiri sighed again. Staying at home doing nothing was the worst thing that could happen to him. Well, he could play his violin, but it wasn't any fun playing it alone without anyone around watching. Hisoka's going to school and Tsuzuki will be doing his daily good-for-nothing work. By afternoon, Hijiri's stuff were already packed with Tsuzuki helping while Hisoka was doing his best trying to forget his encounter with that psycho doctor. Tsuzuki had already booked a taxi to come pick them up and Hijiri was glad to leave the hospital.
The next morning, Tsuzuki tried persuading Hisoka not to go to school, seeing the state he was in, but the blond was stubborn, not listening to what adults say. Tsuzuki somehow sensed something happen the day before, and he tried a few times digging in, trying to get a few clues. A couple of times Hisoka was a little angry at Tsuzuki for bringing the matter up, and Tsuzuki immediately turned into his usual puppy form, looking kicked and begging the blond to be cheerful. It was unusual for Hisoka to feel this way but he wanted to squeeze those cute cheeks and say it's all right. But he just couldn't do it. He wasn't used to being like that.
A few hours after the both of them left, Hijiri was already lying upside down on the couch, trying to think of something to do. His violin lay untouched on the table and for the first time in his life, he wasn't up to play that musical instrument. So he spent a few minutes walking around the house, and found nothing to do. Tsuzuki had told him not to go out, worrying about him getting hurt. "But I'm fine now!" he almost yelled, alone in the house.
After a few more moments of boredom, Hijiri decided to ignore Tsuzuki's advice and went out for a walk, after changing his clothes. Strolls after strolls in the park, the boy found himself outside a cafeteria, not knowing how he got there. He checked his wallet for money and when he already made sure he had some, the brunette boy opened the door and walked in, going straight to the counter. After ordering a cup of tea and some meat buns, Hijiri chose his seat in the corner, far away from the crowds.
He wasn't sure if he should go out but he was dead bored at home. Tsuzuki won't know anyway, and he'll be back before Hisoka or Tsuzuki come home. He checked his wristwatch that showed him it'll be 4 hours before either of them come home. He took a sip of his tea and spent his time just watching people pass by from the window next to him.
"Pardon me, but is this seat taken?" a polite voice startled him and he looked up. Silver greeted his eyes. "Muraki sensei!"
End of chapter 12
(A/N: Okay, this chapter finish, suggestions, comments, or anything you wanna say about this fic are welcome!!! Those who had commented this fic, or given suggestions, thank you very much!!!! Since many of you liked my fic, I'll be writing chapter 13 really fast, you'll just have to be patient, okay? That's all from me, bye!!)
Chapter 12 A dirty plan in a psycho's head
Hisoka opened his eyes, and found out that the sun was already high in the sky; the proof of another day had begun. He looked around and found that he was still lying on the cold floor, Tsuzuki and Hijiri still sound asleep. At first, he was confused, as to why he was here and not in Tsuzuki's arms? Wasn't he in Tsuzuki's arms the last time he fell asleep? He shut his eyes and massaged his throbbing temple. He also felt this strange pain between his legs, and he closed his legs together, still confused and worried.
'Mmm, your body is beautiful, your smooth soft skin looks better with blood on it,' suddenly a voice whispered and Hisoka turned to look who was it. 'I don't remember ever asking you to give me orders,' another voice that made Hisoka confused. 'Yes… beautiful… my slut, my very own slut,' by that moment, Hisoka was already trembling with fear on the floor. Slowly, bits by bits of his memory came back, forming a whole disgusting scene to him.
Two bodies were doing it on a bed, one was himself while the other was… the other was… "Muraki!" the blond hissed to himself. He covered a hand over his mouth as Hisoka felt a bile rise to his throat and he pushed himself up, trying to stand but failed. As he felt the fluid rise up again, Hisoka shut his eyes and struggled to swallow it back down, not wanting to make a mess. He decided that he couldn't hold on any longer and crawled on all fours to the bathroom, banging the door behind.
Reaching the toilet bowl, he retched violently, his stomach heaving as he vomited everything out. Tears sprang to his eyes and beads of sweat covered his whole body as he continued to throw up, finding it hard to breathe every time. As he thought it was over, he leaned back on the cold wall, panting. He used the back of his hand to wipe off the dribbling fluid down his mouth. Hisoka whimpered a little as another flashback slammed into his brain.
'It's obvious, you enjoyed it,' the blond placed both hands on his ears, covering them, but the voice won't go away. 'I wonder what Tsuzuki will think, if he saw me… sleeping… with… you,' He gasped, forgetting about Tsuzuki. His love would be very angry and mad and what if Tsuzuki throws him out? Where will he live? He sobbed, tears running fast down his face. "I'm sorry… so sorry… Tsuzuki," he whispered to himself as another bile rise and he was bent over the toilet, throwing up. 'Craved it… wanted more… pleading me to fuck you… begging me silently…' Hisoka fought for air as he heaved again, his stomach began aching.
Tsuzuki, on the other hand was jolted awake with a bang. He sat up and looked around, noticing that Hisoka wasn't with him. "'Soka-chan?" he called out. Hijiri was still fast asleep. "'Soka? Where are you?" he asked again. Then he heard sobs and painful retching from the bathroom. He stood up quickly and almost ran towards the source of the voice. Kicking the door open, he was greeted with an awful sight. There sat Hisoka holding onto the toilet bowl, puking his guts out. "Oh no! Hisoka!" he ran to his love's side, stroking his back, giving him comfort.
Meanwhile, Hisoka was startled as he heard Tsuzuki's voice, thinking it was his imaginations at first, then felt a hand running up and down his back. "… Tsu… Tsuzuki…" he whispered before collapsing in the young man's arms, exhausted from all the vomiting, breathing hard. Sweat made the wheat-colored bangs stick to his forehead, his face flushed, and body shaking in the strong arms.
Tsuzuki took some loo rolls and wet it with water a little bit before using it to gently wipe off some unwanted fluids running down Hisoka's mouth. The boy's eyes closed. Then Tsuzuki noticed the ugly bruise on Hisoka's lips and neck. "Hisoka… where did you get these?" Tsuzuki worriedly asked. Hisoka opened his eyes and quickly covered the red mark on his lips with his hands. "No… I… I bit my lip… that's all…" he stuttered. His lover couldn't believe it. "That deep? And what about your neck?" the brunette asked again.
Hisoka searched for answer but finding none. He couldn't straight forwardly tell his lover what happened. What happened between him and Muraki was disgusting and he wouldn't want Tsuzuki to know. "Hisoka?" Tears came streaming down and the blond shook his head, no answer coming. "No… Tsuzuki… don't ask… please…" he pleaded, hoping Tsuzuki would forget the matter. Tsuzuki sighed, worried but he would ask Hisoka later. And if Muraki had anything to do with this, he was sure going to print a punch on the doctor's face.
Throwing the tissue in the toilet, he took another roll and used it to wipe around Hisoka's sweaty face and down his neck, careful not to hurt him. Hisoka closed his eyes, letting his lover clean him up, loving the way Tsuzuki cared for him. Tsuzuki flushed the toilet after discarding the tissue in it and pulled Hisoka closer.
Hisoka buried his face in Tsuzuki's chest as he felt himself being lifted up, carried to a couch and laid down on it. By that time, Hijiri had already wakened up and he narrowed his eyes at the sight of Tsuzuki carrying Hisoka. "What happened?" the brunette boy asked, sitting up on his bed.
"Aa, Hijiri-kun, you're awake! Are you feeling okay?" Tsuzuki asked as he placed Hisoka on the couch gently. "What happened?" he asked again. Tsuzuki removed Hisoka's torn shirt and went to the cupboard to change it with another one, slipping it on the blonde's body. "I don't know… Hisoka was sick in the toilet…" Tsuzuki replied. Grabbing a blanket, he used it to cover Hisoka's shivering forms. Hijiri sighed and slumped back down on the bed.
Something felt a little fishy. Hijiri knew about Hisoka's past, courtesy of his talent in eavesdropping. He wondered when will the other boy tell him about it. And also about his relationship with Tsuzuki. He was kept in the dark all the time, and Hijiri was a little hurt. He often asked himself if he was such a big mouth that Hisoka and Tsuzuki wouldn't tell him their little secret. 'Tch', but don't worry, I knew everything,' he thought.
But still, why wouldn't they tell him? And he wondered, why would he even bother if Tsuzuki told him or not? He knew his heart would be crushed into millions and millions of pieces but he couldn't stand being kept in the dark.
Then he heard a knock on the door and Tsuzuki went to answer. There greeting their sights were Muraki sensei, smiling hostily. Tsuzuki's brow furrowed as he stepped away from the door. "Aa, as usual, I came here to do the check ups on Minase-kun" he announced and walked towards Hijiri who stared wide-eyed. He never realised how beautiful and at the same time scary this man can be. This reminded him of his maths teacher, Seiichiro sensei. Though scary, Seiichiro sensei is very kind. But Hijiri doesn't really know if Muraki sensei is kind or not. Well, according to Hisoka, this man is mean, but, 'He looks kind,' Hijiri thought.
The brunette boy shook his head. 'What in the world am I thinking?' his mind screamed. 'But then again, maybe he's not mean at all, maybe Hisoka did something that angered sensei,' he thought again. Movements full of grace, Muraki strode towards Hijiri. "I see you're alright now, Minase-kun," the doctor started. "Have you been feeling pain lately?" sensei asked. Hijiri, not trusting his voice, simply shook his head. Muraki smiled, sensing how nervous the boy is. "Good, so, I'll do a quick check on your wounds, see if they're healed or not," he said again and Hijiri lay down, letting the doctor lift his shirt up.
The doctor casually ran the tip of his fingers down the boy's bare chest, making him shiver, and down to his ribs where bandages surrounded the area. Muraki made the gesture as if by accident, with Tsuzuki watching him closely, arms crossed in front of his chest, anger barely controlled. Hisoka had already shut his eyes and pulled the blanket up over his head, refusing to even set eyes on the doctor whom had tortured, used and toyed with him just a few hours ago.
Muraki removed the bandages and inspected the once ugly wounds. But now, it was all healed, leaving scars behind. "I see… you're better now," the doctor commented, taking out his stethoscope and placing the metal on Hijiri's chest, checking his heartbeat. The boy shivered again at the cold metal touching his skin. Muraki kept his eyes on Hijiri's wide green ones as he listened to the heartbeat getting faster and faster. Hijiri sanked deeper into the pillow he was laying on as Muraki's gaze penetrated his soul.
Muraki smiled, hiding a smirk. 'This boy seems full of trust, by using him, I can break the three of you apart,' he thought silently. The doctor picked up the clipboard on the end of Hijiri's bed and studied it for a while, before writing something on it. "Hmm… by the looks of it, you can be discharged later this afternoon," the doctor announced, turning to a happy Hijiri. "Aa? Hontou ni?! Yatta!!!" Hijiri exclaimed, glad that he could escape the four stressful white walls that kept him inside. "But you will have to rest for a couple of days at home before going to school,"
Hijiri sighed again. Staying at home doing nothing was the worst thing that could happen to him. Well, he could play his violin, but it wasn't any fun playing it alone without anyone around watching. Hisoka's going to school and Tsuzuki will be doing his daily good-for-nothing work. By afternoon, Hijiri's stuff were already packed with Tsuzuki helping while Hisoka was doing his best trying to forget his encounter with that psycho doctor. Tsuzuki had already booked a taxi to come pick them up and Hijiri was glad to leave the hospital.
The next morning, Tsuzuki tried persuading Hisoka not to go to school, seeing the state he was in, but the blond was stubborn, not listening to what adults say. Tsuzuki somehow sensed something happen the day before, and he tried a few times digging in, trying to get a few clues. A couple of times Hisoka was a little angry at Tsuzuki for bringing the matter up, and Tsuzuki immediately turned into his usual puppy form, looking kicked and begging the blond to be cheerful. It was unusual for Hisoka to feel this way but he wanted to squeeze those cute cheeks and say it's all right. But he just couldn't do it. He wasn't used to being like that.
A few hours after the both of them left, Hijiri was already lying upside down on the couch, trying to think of something to do. His violin lay untouched on the table and for the first time in his life, he wasn't up to play that musical instrument. So he spent a few minutes walking around the house, and found nothing to do. Tsuzuki had told him not to go out, worrying about him getting hurt. "But I'm fine now!" he almost yelled, alone in the house.
After a few more moments of boredom, Hijiri decided to ignore Tsuzuki's advice and went out for a walk, after changing his clothes. Strolls after strolls in the park, the boy found himself outside a cafeteria, not knowing how he got there. He checked his wallet for money and when he already made sure he had some, the brunette boy opened the door and walked in, going straight to the counter. After ordering a cup of tea and some meat buns, Hijiri chose his seat in the corner, far away from the crowds.
He wasn't sure if he should go out but he was dead bored at home. Tsuzuki won't know anyway, and he'll be back before Hisoka or Tsuzuki come home. He checked his wristwatch that showed him it'll be 4 hours before either of them come home. He took a sip of his tea and spent his time just watching people pass by from the window next to him.
"Pardon me, but is this seat taken?" a polite voice startled him and he looked up. Silver greeted his eyes. "Muraki sensei!"
End of chapter 12
(A/N: Okay, this chapter finish, suggestions, comments, or anything you wanna say about this fic are welcome!!! Those who had commented this fic, or given suggestions, thank you very much!!!! Since many of you liked my fic, I'll be writing chapter 13 really fast, you'll just have to be patient, okay? That's all from me, bye!!)