Chapter 13 Hypnotized
Hijiri searched his mind for something to say before remembering the question pointed to him. "Aa… its not taken sensei… have a seat," he replied. The doctor smiled before sitting down, ordering coffee and omelets for breakfast. For the next minutes the doctor was quietly sipping his tea and Hijiri was uncomfortable with the silence and he shifted in his chair a couple of times, trying to build a conversation. 'This is weird, he seems calm,' he thought.
"So, Minase-kun, how have you been?" the doctor had finally started a hopefully continuing conversation. "Huh? Oh, Er… I've been… very very well, except I'm too bored to sit at home," he replied, not knowing what else to say. The doctor offered a smile and Hijiri blushed. "Is that so? Where have the two of your friends gone?" Muraki asked. "Eh… Hisoka went to school and Tsuzuki's out doing his part time jobs," the boy replied, feeling slightly comfortable. "Part time jobs? But isn't he already over 20?"
Hijiri chuckled. "He's 26, but he's actually an overgrown baby, he often acts like one and never acted like an adult, well, not never but majority times he's like, too attention seeking, just like a spoilt brat," Hijiri continued, as Muraki gave a soft chuckle. "And as for those part time jobs, I don't even know why he won't search for a job for his age," he explained.
"Great friend you have there, and tell me more about his lover, Hisoka," he spoke and Hijiri froze. 'Lover?' Well, he knew they loved each other but he wasn't exactly expecting Muraki sensei to say it like that. Muraki succeeded in striking the boy's soft spot, 'this is going to be easy,' he thought. "You don't know they are lovers?" he asked again. Hijiri lowered his face, and nodded softly.
"What's wrong? I haven't said anything bad, have I?" the doctor asked, feigning worry. Hijiri quickly shook his head, meeting the doctor's silver eyes. "No! I mean… no, it's just that… I… I… oh, never mind," A slow blush crept to his face. The doctor smiled again making the boy's face even redder. "Is there anything you want to share?" Muraki asked, and Hijiri blushed even redder.
"It's nothing, sensei," the brunette boy wondered if he would get a nosebleed soon. Muraki raised an eyebrow, "Can I guess?" Hijiri panicked, "No, it's nothing, really, sensei," he reassured.
"You like Tsuzuki," the doctor replied, smiling. Still blushing, Hijiri refused to look into those silver eyes, staring at his tea instead. "Yes, I like him," he confessed, voice barely a whisper and he didn't see Muraki smirking. "Have you told him?" sensei asked and Hijiri shook his head, still staring at his tea.
Suddenly he felt slender fingers tilting his chin up, making him meet the doctor's eyes. "What's stopping you? I don't see why he'd reject you, you're beautiful, how can he not like you?" the comment made Hijiri blush again. The boy shook his head and pulled away from the fingers.
"It's not that, I… I just can't tell him… It's obvious that Tsuzuki loves Hisoka very much, how can there be any space for me?" Hijiri wasn't even sure why he was talking about this stuff with the doctor. "Have you tried yet?" sensei suddenly asked, meeting Hijiri's confused gaze.
"Tried?" Muraki smiled. "Yes, have you tried showing him how you feel?" Hijiri's face turned bright red, and he quickly shook his head. "Se… sensei… I don't think we should have this conversation," he spoke up, cheeks still red. The look on Hijiri's face was priceless. "Why shouldn't we?" the doctor asked. The boy simply shook his head. "Sensei… I'm just; I don't want to talk about this…" he replied.
"What are you afraid of?" the doctor asked again and Hijiri wondered when would they stop talking about this. He was 100% uncomfortable now. "Nothing," he replied. Then the fingers returned again, stroking his cheeks tenderly. "Do you want his love so much?" Muraki asked, and Hijiri nodded his head. The doctor's thumb went to his lips, running over the soft red flesh gently. Hijiri's gaze set on the doctor's eyes as the slender fingers stroked his face and he felt a little dizzy, his head spinning but his eyes were staring at Muraki's silver ones.
"What… what are you… doing to me?" Hijiri asked in a weak voice, making himself even more confused. Muraki looked around him for a while; hand still on the boy's cheeks. Finding that no one was looking his way, the doctor leaned forward, his face inching slowly towards Hijiri's. The doctor flicked his tongue out, tasting the boy's soft lips before pressing his own lips on Hijiri's willing ones as gently as he could before pulling away.
Looking at Hijiri's expressionless face, with those glassy green orbs staring back at him, the doctor smirked. 'Right where I want you,' he whispered to himself. Hijiri blinked once, and his eyes turned normal again. "Sensei… what happened?" Muraki shook his head, as if to reassure him. "Nothing, nothing happened, my little one," Hijiri grew even confused at the chosen words. The doctor checked his wristwatch before looking back towards the boy. "I'll have to go now, take care… Hijiri," the doctor leaned forward again, capturing the boy's lips.
Hijiri didn't respond, due to the shock and confusion. He couldn't even do anything as the doctor's tongue began caressing his lips and he parted them slightly, not sure what made him do so. Muraki thrust his tongue in gently, tasting the sweet boy, before pulling away. He smiled again as Hijiri's delicate fingers went to his own lips, touching the place where the doctor had kissed, almost in disbelief that he didn't push Muraki sensei away.
Standing up, the doctor signaled for the waiter for their bills, even paying for Hijiri's breakfast. After the waiter went out of their sights Muraki bent down to whisper in Hijiri's ear. "I'll meet you tomorrow, here, same time," a flush colored his cheeks at the closeness they were in and he found himself nodding, almost involuntarily. The doctor brushed his lips softly on Hijiri's cheek, before walking out of the cafeteria, leaving a still blushing boy behind.
Hijiri stared at the doctor's back until he was out of sight. When Muraki was gone, Hijiri touched his lips again and a slight color of red painted his cheeks. 'What did he think he was doing?' he questioned to himself. 'And why in the world didn't I resist?' he thought again. He loved Tsuzuki, and he never wanted that doctor. Tsuzuki is for him, not the doctor. He kept repeating 'I love Tsuzuki' in his heart again and again.
He still feels love for Tsuzuki, but what confused him was that he wanted the doctor. Almost as if he wanted to be with the doctor, and he didn't even know what triggered these feelings. He tried to shake off the feeling of the kiss and blushed again. 'He kissed me, for heaven's sake!!' he thought again.
Standing up, he walked to the door of the cafeteria and out the park. Checking his wristwatch, he realized in horror that it's already 2.00 pm, Hisoka and Tsuzuki would be already home by now. He ran as fast as he could back home, hoping that none of them had reached home yet. Panting slightly, he fished the keys out of his pocket, using it to unlock the door and open it.
Tsuzuki was sitting on a couch, arms crossed in front on his chest while Hisoka was at the dining table, drinking tea. The brunette looked up as he saw Hijiri entering and the boy gave a sly grin. "Err… eh… when did you guys come home?" Hijiri asked, slightly stammering. Tsuzuki rolled his eyes. "I thought that doctor told you to rest for a couple of days?" the brunette inquired, making Hijiri frown.
"It's alright, I'm fine, anyway, have you guys eaten yet?" the boy asked, and Tsuzuki shook his head. "Okay, well, I'll help you… cooo… ugh… oww…" Both of Hijiri's hands went to his head as a full migraine slammed in, making him whimper and then cry out, falling helplessly as his legs gave way. Tsuzuki hastily got up from the couch, Hisoka's eyes trailing their every move as the brunette got up, catching the weaken Hijiri in his arms.
"Hijiri… are you alright? Hijiri!!" Tsuzuki almost yelled as Hijiri's head fell backward, lacking energy to lift them up. A flash of concern went through Hisoka's eyes but it disappeared as soon as Hijiri spoke, "I… I'll be alright… if you hold me close…" he whispered, enough for them to hear.
Hijiri mustered enough energy to bring his hand up and cover his mouth. He was sure that he didn't thought of that. The hand suddenly fell to his side and he spoke up again. "I'll be more alright… with you inside me…" he purred, blushing as the words came out. And Hijiri gasped.
"Hijiri-kun, what's wrong?" a concerned Tsuzuki asked, laying Hijiri on the couch, keeping a little distance. And as soon as Tsuzuki moved away, Hijiri never knew where did he get the energy but he latched onto Tsuzuki's arm. "Tsuzuki… onegai… make love to me… I need you so much inside me," he whispered, breath hot and puffy against the brunette's neck.
Tears ran down the brunette boy's face, deep down inside, he knew something was very wrong with him, and he tried to let go of Tsuzuki's arms, but his body wouldn't obey. "Make love to me now… I want to feel you," he whispered again, involuntarily. "I love you Tsuzuki, so much," The boy's arms wrapped around Tsuzuki's neck as he brought his face close to the brunette.
The sound of glass smashing broke them apart, and Tsuzuki turned his head towards the source of the voice. "Hisoka!" blood were running down from his right palm, dripping on the table. What had been a cup of tea was now broken. Hisoka had smashed the glass down, bringing his hand down together. The blond glared at Hijiri with deadly emerald eyes, before running out the door, but Tsuzuki had already pushed the dizzy boy aside and ran towards the crying Hisoka, grabbing his arms and pulled him to his chest, holding him there.
Hisoka wanted to submit to Tsuzuki then, but he felt as if Tsuzuki did that only to reassure him. Of course it was for comfort but Tsuzuki will definitely run to Hijiri next time. Maybe Tsuzuki doesn't love him anymore. Hijiri is his close resemblance, why can't Tsuzuki choose him? Moreover, he was very sure that his life is cut short because of the curse, and he couldn't blame Tsuzuki for going anywhere else. He won't live long and he had to let go of his only love. The only one who had shown affection to him, even if Tsuzuki knew of his ugly past. He would love him.
"No! Let me go!" he screamed as he thrashed in Tsuzuki's arms. Strong arms held him in place, and Tsuzuki carefully kissed the top of Hisoka's head, trying to calm him. "Tsuzuki… no… let go!! I'm dirty, go to Hijiri… go!!" he whimpered as Tsuzuki registered the meaning. Hisoka never meant to drive Tsuzuki away but right now, his mind were filled with death and his past.
Hijiri was watching with hazy eyes, lying on the cold floor. He felt guilty and unwanted. He never meant what he said, but he couldn't help feeling unwanted. Tsuzuki pushed him away. He confessed his love but he was rejected. Rejected because he said the wrong things. He said things that only a… a… a whore would say. Tsuzuki rejected him because he acted like a whore… no… he was rejected because he had become a whore.
Hijiri's heart ached in his chest at the thought. He wouldn't get any other chance to profess his love anymore. Tears ran down his face, unable to hold them in. Hisoka had successfully released himself from Tsuzuki's arms and he backed away.
"I won't force you to love me, Tsuzuki," Hisoka irritatedly wiping the tears from his face as he pushed the brunette aside and running as fast as he could to his room. Tsuzuki winced as the bang of the door could be heard.
"I wasn't forced, Hisoka," he whispered to himself as Hijiri sobbed on the floor, lacking the energy to push himself up and just run away. Amethyst eyes began leaking tears.
"You never forced me,"
End of chapter 13
(A/N: Minna, sorry for the lag of update, but I was away for a week, going to my aunt's house far far away, so I couldn't write. Again, I'm sorry, and I hope you guys will still like my story!!! R&R please, and to yamatoforever, I love your thoughts, but can I use it in my story?)
Hijiri searched his mind for something to say before remembering the question pointed to him. "Aa… its not taken sensei… have a seat," he replied. The doctor smiled before sitting down, ordering coffee and omelets for breakfast. For the next minutes the doctor was quietly sipping his tea and Hijiri was uncomfortable with the silence and he shifted in his chair a couple of times, trying to build a conversation. 'This is weird, he seems calm,' he thought.
"So, Minase-kun, how have you been?" the doctor had finally started a hopefully continuing conversation. "Huh? Oh, Er… I've been… very very well, except I'm too bored to sit at home," he replied, not knowing what else to say. The doctor offered a smile and Hijiri blushed. "Is that so? Where have the two of your friends gone?" Muraki asked. "Eh… Hisoka went to school and Tsuzuki's out doing his part time jobs," the boy replied, feeling slightly comfortable. "Part time jobs? But isn't he already over 20?"
Hijiri chuckled. "He's 26, but he's actually an overgrown baby, he often acts like one and never acted like an adult, well, not never but majority times he's like, too attention seeking, just like a spoilt brat," Hijiri continued, as Muraki gave a soft chuckle. "And as for those part time jobs, I don't even know why he won't search for a job for his age," he explained.
"Great friend you have there, and tell me more about his lover, Hisoka," he spoke and Hijiri froze. 'Lover?' Well, he knew they loved each other but he wasn't exactly expecting Muraki sensei to say it like that. Muraki succeeded in striking the boy's soft spot, 'this is going to be easy,' he thought. "You don't know they are lovers?" he asked again. Hijiri lowered his face, and nodded softly.
"What's wrong? I haven't said anything bad, have I?" the doctor asked, feigning worry. Hijiri quickly shook his head, meeting the doctor's silver eyes. "No! I mean… no, it's just that… I… I… oh, never mind," A slow blush crept to his face. The doctor smiled again making the boy's face even redder. "Is there anything you want to share?" Muraki asked, and Hijiri blushed even redder.
"It's nothing, sensei," the brunette boy wondered if he would get a nosebleed soon. Muraki raised an eyebrow, "Can I guess?" Hijiri panicked, "No, it's nothing, really, sensei," he reassured.
"You like Tsuzuki," the doctor replied, smiling. Still blushing, Hijiri refused to look into those silver eyes, staring at his tea instead. "Yes, I like him," he confessed, voice barely a whisper and he didn't see Muraki smirking. "Have you told him?" sensei asked and Hijiri shook his head, still staring at his tea.
Suddenly he felt slender fingers tilting his chin up, making him meet the doctor's eyes. "What's stopping you? I don't see why he'd reject you, you're beautiful, how can he not like you?" the comment made Hijiri blush again. The boy shook his head and pulled away from the fingers.
"It's not that, I… I just can't tell him… It's obvious that Tsuzuki loves Hisoka very much, how can there be any space for me?" Hijiri wasn't even sure why he was talking about this stuff with the doctor. "Have you tried yet?" sensei suddenly asked, meeting Hijiri's confused gaze.
"Tried?" Muraki smiled. "Yes, have you tried showing him how you feel?" Hijiri's face turned bright red, and he quickly shook his head. "Se… sensei… I don't think we should have this conversation," he spoke up, cheeks still red. The look on Hijiri's face was priceless. "Why shouldn't we?" the doctor asked. The boy simply shook his head. "Sensei… I'm just; I don't want to talk about this…" he replied.
"What are you afraid of?" the doctor asked again and Hijiri wondered when would they stop talking about this. He was 100% uncomfortable now. "Nothing," he replied. Then the fingers returned again, stroking his cheeks tenderly. "Do you want his love so much?" Muraki asked, and Hijiri nodded his head. The doctor's thumb went to his lips, running over the soft red flesh gently. Hijiri's gaze set on the doctor's eyes as the slender fingers stroked his face and he felt a little dizzy, his head spinning but his eyes were staring at Muraki's silver ones.
"What… what are you… doing to me?" Hijiri asked in a weak voice, making himself even more confused. Muraki looked around him for a while; hand still on the boy's cheeks. Finding that no one was looking his way, the doctor leaned forward, his face inching slowly towards Hijiri's. The doctor flicked his tongue out, tasting the boy's soft lips before pressing his own lips on Hijiri's willing ones as gently as he could before pulling away.
Looking at Hijiri's expressionless face, with those glassy green orbs staring back at him, the doctor smirked. 'Right where I want you,' he whispered to himself. Hijiri blinked once, and his eyes turned normal again. "Sensei… what happened?" Muraki shook his head, as if to reassure him. "Nothing, nothing happened, my little one," Hijiri grew even confused at the chosen words. The doctor checked his wristwatch before looking back towards the boy. "I'll have to go now, take care… Hijiri," the doctor leaned forward again, capturing the boy's lips.
Hijiri didn't respond, due to the shock and confusion. He couldn't even do anything as the doctor's tongue began caressing his lips and he parted them slightly, not sure what made him do so. Muraki thrust his tongue in gently, tasting the sweet boy, before pulling away. He smiled again as Hijiri's delicate fingers went to his own lips, touching the place where the doctor had kissed, almost in disbelief that he didn't push Muraki sensei away.
Standing up, the doctor signaled for the waiter for their bills, even paying for Hijiri's breakfast. After the waiter went out of their sights Muraki bent down to whisper in Hijiri's ear. "I'll meet you tomorrow, here, same time," a flush colored his cheeks at the closeness they were in and he found himself nodding, almost involuntarily. The doctor brushed his lips softly on Hijiri's cheek, before walking out of the cafeteria, leaving a still blushing boy behind.
Hijiri stared at the doctor's back until he was out of sight. When Muraki was gone, Hijiri touched his lips again and a slight color of red painted his cheeks. 'What did he think he was doing?' he questioned to himself. 'And why in the world didn't I resist?' he thought again. He loved Tsuzuki, and he never wanted that doctor. Tsuzuki is for him, not the doctor. He kept repeating 'I love Tsuzuki' in his heart again and again.
He still feels love for Tsuzuki, but what confused him was that he wanted the doctor. Almost as if he wanted to be with the doctor, and he didn't even know what triggered these feelings. He tried to shake off the feeling of the kiss and blushed again. 'He kissed me, for heaven's sake!!' he thought again.
Standing up, he walked to the door of the cafeteria and out the park. Checking his wristwatch, he realized in horror that it's already 2.00 pm, Hisoka and Tsuzuki would be already home by now. He ran as fast as he could back home, hoping that none of them had reached home yet. Panting slightly, he fished the keys out of his pocket, using it to unlock the door and open it.
Tsuzuki was sitting on a couch, arms crossed in front on his chest while Hisoka was at the dining table, drinking tea. The brunette looked up as he saw Hijiri entering and the boy gave a sly grin. "Err… eh… when did you guys come home?" Hijiri asked, slightly stammering. Tsuzuki rolled his eyes. "I thought that doctor told you to rest for a couple of days?" the brunette inquired, making Hijiri frown.
"It's alright, I'm fine, anyway, have you guys eaten yet?" the boy asked, and Tsuzuki shook his head. "Okay, well, I'll help you… cooo… ugh… oww…" Both of Hijiri's hands went to his head as a full migraine slammed in, making him whimper and then cry out, falling helplessly as his legs gave way. Tsuzuki hastily got up from the couch, Hisoka's eyes trailing their every move as the brunette got up, catching the weaken Hijiri in his arms.
"Hijiri… are you alright? Hijiri!!" Tsuzuki almost yelled as Hijiri's head fell backward, lacking energy to lift them up. A flash of concern went through Hisoka's eyes but it disappeared as soon as Hijiri spoke, "I… I'll be alright… if you hold me close…" he whispered, enough for them to hear.
Hijiri mustered enough energy to bring his hand up and cover his mouth. He was sure that he didn't thought of that. The hand suddenly fell to his side and he spoke up again. "I'll be more alright… with you inside me…" he purred, blushing as the words came out. And Hijiri gasped.
"Hijiri-kun, what's wrong?" a concerned Tsuzuki asked, laying Hijiri on the couch, keeping a little distance. And as soon as Tsuzuki moved away, Hijiri never knew where did he get the energy but he latched onto Tsuzuki's arm. "Tsuzuki… onegai… make love to me… I need you so much inside me," he whispered, breath hot and puffy against the brunette's neck.
Tears ran down the brunette boy's face, deep down inside, he knew something was very wrong with him, and he tried to let go of Tsuzuki's arms, but his body wouldn't obey. "Make love to me now… I want to feel you," he whispered again, involuntarily. "I love you Tsuzuki, so much," The boy's arms wrapped around Tsuzuki's neck as he brought his face close to the brunette.
The sound of glass smashing broke them apart, and Tsuzuki turned his head towards the source of the voice. "Hisoka!" blood were running down from his right palm, dripping on the table. What had been a cup of tea was now broken. Hisoka had smashed the glass down, bringing his hand down together. The blond glared at Hijiri with deadly emerald eyes, before running out the door, but Tsuzuki had already pushed the dizzy boy aside and ran towards the crying Hisoka, grabbing his arms and pulled him to his chest, holding him there.
Hisoka wanted to submit to Tsuzuki then, but he felt as if Tsuzuki did that only to reassure him. Of course it was for comfort but Tsuzuki will definitely run to Hijiri next time. Maybe Tsuzuki doesn't love him anymore. Hijiri is his close resemblance, why can't Tsuzuki choose him? Moreover, he was very sure that his life is cut short because of the curse, and he couldn't blame Tsuzuki for going anywhere else. He won't live long and he had to let go of his only love. The only one who had shown affection to him, even if Tsuzuki knew of his ugly past. He would love him.
"No! Let me go!" he screamed as he thrashed in Tsuzuki's arms. Strong arms held him in place, and Tsuzuki carefully kissed the top of Hisoka's head, trying to calm him. "Tsuzuki… no… let go!! I'm dirty, go to Hijiri… go!!" he whimpered as Tsuzuki registered the meaning. Hisoka never meant to drive Tsuzuki away but right now, his mind were filled with death and his past.
Hijiri was watching with hazy eyes, lying on the cold floor. He felt guilty and unwanted. He never meant what he said, but he couldn't help feeling unwanted. Tsuzuki pushed him away. He confessed his love but he was rejected. Rejected because he said the wrong things. He said things that only a… a… a whore would say. Tsuzuki rejected him because he acted like a whore… no… he was rejected because he had become a whore.
Hijiri's heart ached in his chest at the thought. He wouldn't get any other chance to profess his love anymore. Tears ran down his face, unable to hold them in. Hisoka had successfully released himself from Tsuzuki's arms and he backed away.
"I won't force you to love me, Tsuzuki," Hisoka irritatedly wiping the tears from his face as he pushed the brunette aside and running as fast as he could to his room. Tsuzuki winced as the bang of the door could be heard.
"I wasn't forced, Hisoka," he whispered to himself as Hijiri sobbed on the floor, lacking the energy to push himself up and just run away. Amethyst eyes began leaking tears.
"You never forced me,"
End of chapter 13
(A/N: Minna, sorry for the lag of update, but I was away for a week, going to my aunt's house far far away, so I couldn't write. Again, I'm sorry, and I hope you guys will still like my story!!! R&R please, and to yamatoforever, I love your thoughts, but can I use it in my story?)