Chapter 16 Useless
That night, found Hijiri in his own bedroom clutching his head as voices from nowhere spoke to him. As the voices grew louder his whimpers were no match to it.
'Go… go to him, my puppet, show him your love…' the voice spoke, and he recognized it. He kept saying 'shut up' for the umpteenth time, but it won't stop. It kept going until Hijiri realized he would go insane if the voice continues. 'My poor little doll, don't be shy, show him you love him, prove to that boy that you are better than him,' it said again.
Scarlet tears were running down his face, and falling to the stained sheets. Muraki's voice grew louder and he covered his ears, using both of his palms, as if he was trying to block it. But the voice came from inside and he was helpless, a slave doll to the doctor.
'Go!! I know you need him, Hijiri, I know you need him in you, inside your tight body, you want him there, Hijiri,' his eyes were shut tight as the doctor cast yet another spell on him, making him aroused for no reason. In that instant he felt really hot and he began sweating. 'What are you waiting for? I know you want it,' the voice slurred in his ears.
"I love Tsuzuki, I love Tsuzuki, I love Tsuzuki, but I can't do that to him, onegai sensei, don't force me," he begged silently. Inside, he could already see the doctor smirking at his efforts. But he wouldn't risk hurting Tsuzuki anymore.
But soon, Hijiri found himself getting out of his room and walking towards Tsuzuki's room. He willed his body to turn back, but he couldn't fight the spell. Tears still running down his face, he opened the door to Tsuzuki's darkened room and found the object of his mission lying asleep on the bed. The boy removed all traces of his own clothing, leaving his flesh naked.
Hijiri climbed onto the bed, discarding the blanket wrapped around Tsuzuki's body, and the boy lightly unbuttoned his shirt, until his chest was exposed. Tears were still running down his face, but his other self was craving for Tsuzuki to slam it in him. Straddling the brunette's hips, Hijiri bent down, taking a nipple into his mouth and began sucking. Tsuzuki was soon stirring in his sleep, and moaning.
"Ugh… Hisoka…" and the name which came from Tsuzuki's lips made him angry. And his fingers were pushing the brunette's pants down, while his lips switched to the other hardened nipple. As Hijiri's hands wrapped around the semi hard member, Tsuzuki's eyes snapped open.
"Hijiri?" he gasped and grabbed hold of his arms, holding him at a certain distance. "What are you doing?" Tsuzuki was well aware that he was naked, but did nothing, still holding Hijiri at arms length. The boy didn't know how to answer. He just knew that he needed Tsuzuki, so much, that he'd do anything.
"I love you, Tsuzuki," he suddenly said, trying to free himself from Tsuzuki's grip. "Don't deny me, please," and he began grinding his hips against Tsuzuki's making the older man moan and release the boy. Hijiri was soon getting down to business, trailing kisses down his chest to his stomach, with Tsuzuki groaning aloud. When he reached lower, he blushed at the sight of Tsuzuki's hard and up thrust male organ.
Without even preparing himself, Hijiri moved up and thrust down on the length, both of them screaming. One was screaming in ecstasy while the other was in obvious pain. 'It hurts… hurts so bad…' he thought, but he kept going. He was sure gonna give Tsuzuki pleasure, and he wanted Tsuzuki to love him also, so he fought his pain and began moving in to Tsuzuki's rhythm.
*****
Meanwhile, Hisoka was in his room, feeling bad about the night before. And right now, Hisoka was feeling weird, as if something bad was gonna happen, or rather, happening. Something in his chest doesn't feel right.
He fisted his fists, the feeling a little bothering him, so he went downstairs to take a drink of cold water. As he was walking downstairs, he passed Tsuzuki's room, which were full of weird sounds coming from inside.
"Nnnn... ahhh..." the feeling of worries quickly filled him, hearing the moans, as if in pain. Hand on the door knob, Hisoka twisted lightly until he heard a click sound. The door opened with a spine shivering sound and what contains inside the room made him gasp aloud. His eyes wide opened, moans were filling up.
"Tsuzuki…" he whispered softly. The poor green-eyed boy didn't know how to react.
On the bed were his lover and his friend that he'd just recently forgave. They were savagely making out and didn't even notice their intruder.
Hisoka shut his eyes tight as he felt something inside him going to explode. It wasn't his anger, he noted, but something else. Tears were already running down his face, but there's something inside him waiting to be released. His fists clenched at the sight of his friend, Hijiri, literally riding on Tsuzuki. It was then that his anger came out. But soon, he felt the strange sensation again on his back, and he whimpered.
Not wanting to watch any of this anymore, which only would stretch out his sufferings, he ran out, door banging hard. He ran and ran and in a few seconds he was at the front of his own room. Barging in, he rushed to the bathroom, throwing up as the weird feeling on his back intensify itself.
The feeling was still there as he finished vomiting, and he whimpered again. The feeling turned into pain, and his whole body was glowing red, the writings already visible.
"Help me, help me," he whimpered, and at that moment something exploded on his back, making him scream.
*****
The sound of door slamming shut and a pained scream following soon after startled Tsuzuki from the activity he was busy with. Hijiri opened his eyes, confused as to why did the brunette stopped.
"Tsuzuki? Don't stop…" Hijiri whimpered, and he moved his hips again but was stopped by Tsuzuki's hands. Hijiri was beyond confused and he was worried if Tsuzuki shall walk away right now. So he did the only thing that would make him stay.
Bending down he kissed the brunette, long and hard, with Tsuzuki unable to refuse as a hot tongue licked his lips. But as soon as Hijiri's tongue entered him, he broke the kiss.
"Dame, Hijiri, I think we shouldn't do this," But it went ignored to Hijiri as he began pumping his hips again, Tsuzuki's arousal still buried in his body. The motions made Tsuzuki arch his back, and Hijiri continued moving his hips until Tsuzuki joins him. The suspicious sound went unnoticed to Tsuzuki. But to Hijiri, he was well aware that Hisoka saw them, and he wanted to prove to Hisoka that he could be a better lover for Tsuzuki.
*****
Wide silver wings spread out from his body, followed by pained screams. 'No, no, not now,' he whispered to himself. The wings grew until it almost touched the ceilings, but it didn't. And Hisoka's shirt was torn opened, by the force of it. As soon as the wings stopped growing he slumped to the floor, face pressed against the cold tiles, panting.
There were no pain again but the pain of his curse was still there, burning through his flesh. As soon as he regained his breathings, he pushed himself up, and stared at the mirror, his reflections staring back. And his reflections were paled, all white except for the red marks on his body. And to add to the curiosity, he had large wings sprouting from his back.
This isn't normal, this isn't normal, he thought. And suddenly his legs felt weak and he gripped the sink to avoid an ugly crash. 'What's happening to me?' his mind voiced.
'Now you understand? Tsuzuki needs someone to really love him, and it's obvious to everyone that you're not the one for him,' a voice suddenly broke through the bathroom's reverie. Hisoka shut his eyes, and concentrated on trying to make the voice go away. He had been having those weird voices talking to him ever since that night three years ago, and he surely knows who the speaker is.
"My poor doll, is Tsuzuki mean towards you? Aren't you gonna find out what's happening between your friend and your lover?" the voice spoke again, and Hisoka held the sink tighter.
"Shut up, Muraki," came a hiss from an annoyed Hisoka. And he could picture the doctor smirking. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, naughty boy," and the next thing Hisoka knew, he was on his knees, hugging his chest, and moaning in pain as the marks on his body came alive, torturing his skin. "Haven't you learn yet? I'm your master, and you are my doll, my precious one,"
Chills ran up and down Hisoka's spine, as Muraki's voice slurred in his ear, but there was no one near him. And then something caught his eyes in the mirror. The room was suddenly so steamed up that the mirror was blurry. Then, something began writing on it, and he read carefully.
"I will make sure to attend your funeral," goose bumps rose to his skin and he whimpered. And once again, he is terrified of the doctor, scared of what he could do to him and also scared of what he could do to Tsuzuki, or even Hijiri.
"Stop it, stop it, stop it!!" he chanted repeatedly. Then he felt a hand running up and down one of his wing. He turned to see, but there was no one. "I wonder, where did these come from, boy?" the voice asked, and Hisoka was sure, he'll be insane, answering to it. His wings flapped in reflex, until the touch wasn't there. And he found himself exhausted after moving those huge appendages.
It was then that he heard something odd coming from inside his head. And the sound he heard were getting louder and louder until he could hear it as if it's in front of him. And then he remembered the sound he heard a few minutes ago, in Tsuzuki's room.
'That's right, I'm just giving you a preview of what's happening in there,' Muraki's voice came again, making him shut his ears using both of his hands. He wanted the doctor to stop talking to him, stop playing with his mind and stop hurting him and Tsuzuki. But he could still hear the voice of lovemaking, the moans of his lover. It wasn't directed towards him but to his friend, Hijiri.
Hijiri was pleasuring his lover, a thing Hisoka could never do, or even try to. Weak. That was what he think himself is. A weakling. Hijiri and Tsuzuki might be better off without him. Maybe Tsuzuki only loves someone strong emotionally, not a weakling like him. And also not someone dirty like him.
Hisoka's chest tightened at the thought. The mistake he made a few days ago with the doctor, it had affected his whole life. Ruined it. And here he was, regretting the moment. 'Yes, remember it, remember what I did, remember what you wanted that night,' the voice whispered again. He whimpered as images of what he didn't want to know flashes in front of his eyes. And he was disgusted with himself. And he wouldn't be surprised anymore if Tsuzuki happened to know what happened and left him for Hijiri.
Hijiri. Hijiri is stronger than himself. It's obvious Hijiri loves Tsuzuki more, and he himself could only be a fly on the wall. A fly that could be smacked anytime by anyone annoyed.
Hisoka shook his head. "Iyaa!!! I can't… doushite, Tsuzuki…" he whispered to himself, tears pouring down his face. His hands shook as a razor came from nowhere, appearing suddenly. He was holding onto it but was confused as to what to do with it. When suddenly he felt his hands inching the razor closer to his wrist, he knew what he wanted already.
He wanted a life free of pain.
End of Chapter 16
(A/N: Like the usual, I would like it if people review this chapter... It's kind of short but I think the point of the title is there... I knew this story is taking a turn to the worst but I just want to try something that people don't always write... and I hope all of you won't beat me up for it, or even sue me... I don't have a penny left in my pocket!! So, anyway, please read and review, comments, suggestions, or even flames will be welcomed.. as long as those flames are true and not written just to annoy me, okay?)
That night, found Hijiri in his own bedroom clutching his head as voices from nowhere spoke to him. As the voices grew louder his whimpers were no match to it.
'Go… go to him, my puppet, show him your love…' the voice spoke, and he recognized it. He kept saying 'shut up' for the umpteenth time, but it won't stop. It kept going until Hijiri realized he would go insane if the voice continues. 'My poor little doll, don't be shy, show him you love him, prove to that boy that you are better than him,' it said again.
Scarlet tears were running down his face, and falling to the stained sheets. Muraki's voice grew louder and he covered his ears, using both of his palms, as if he was trying to block it. But the voice came from inside and he was helpless, a slave doll to the doctor.
'Go!! I know you need him, Hijiri, I know you need him in you, inside your tight body, you want him there, Hijiri,' his eyes were shut tight as the doctor cast yet another spell on him, making him aroused for no reason. In that instant he felt really hot and he began sweating. 'What are you waiting for? I know you want it,' the voice slurred in his ears.
"I love Tsuzuki, I love Tsuzuki, I love Tsuzuki, but I can't do that to him, onegai sensei, don't force me," he begged silently. Inside, he could already see the doctor smirking at his efforts. But he wouldn't risk hurting Tsuzuki anymore.
But soon, Hijiri found himself getting out of his room and walking towards Tsuzuki's room. He willed his body to turn back, but he couldn't fight the spell. Tears still running down his face, he opened the door to Tsuzuki's darkened room and found the object of his mission lying asleep on the bed. The boy removed all traces of his own clothing, leaving his flesh naked.
Hijiri climbed onto the bed, discarding the blanket wrapped around Tsuzuki's body, and the boy lightly unbuttoned his shirt, until his chest was exposed. Tears were still running down his face, but his other self was craving for Tsuzuki to slam it in him. Straddling the brunette's hips, Hijiri bent down, taking a nipple into his mouth and began sucking. Tsuzuki was soon stirring in his sleep, and moaning.
"Ugh… Hisoka…" and the name which came from Tsuzuki's lips made him angry. And his fingers were pushing the brunette's pants down, while his lips switched to the other hardened nipple. As Hijiri's hands wrapped around the semi hard member, Tsuzuki's eyes snapped open.
"Hijiri?" he gasped and grabbed hold of his arms, holding him at a certain distance. "What are you doing?" Tsuzuki was well aware that he was naked, but did nothing, still holding Hijiri at arms length. The boy didn't know how to answer. He just knew that he needed Tsuzuki, so much, that he'd do anything.
"I love you, Tsuzuki," he suddenly said, trying to free himself from Tsuzuki's grip. "Don't deny me, please," and he began grinding his hips against Tsuzuki's making the older man moan and release the boy. Hijiri was soon getting down to business, trailing kisses down his chest to his stomach, with Tsuzuki groaning aloud. When he reached lower, he blushed at the sight of Tsuzuki's hard and up thrust male organ.
Without even preparing himself, Hijiri moved up and thrust down on the length, both of them screaming. One was screaming in ecstasy while the other was in obvious pain. 'It hurts… hurts so bad…' he thought, but he kept going. He was sure gonna give Tsuzuki pleasure, and he wanted Tsuzuki to love him also, so he fought his pain and began moving in to Tsuzuki's rhythm.
*****
Meanwhile, Hisoka was in his room, feeling bad about the night before. And right now, Hisoka was feeling weird, as if something bad was gonna happen, or rather, happening. Something in his chest doesn't feel right.
He fisted his fists, the feeling a little bothering him, so he went downstairs to take a drink of cold water. As he was walking downstairs, he passed Tsuzuki's room, which were full of weird sounds coming from inside.
"Nnnn... ahhh..." the feeling of worries quickly filled him, hearing the moans, as if in pain. Hand on the door knob, Hisoka twisted lightly until he heard a click sound. The door opened with a spine shivering sound and what contains inside the room made him gasp aloud. His eyes wide opened, moans were filling up.
"Tsuzuki…" he whispered softly. The poor green-eyed boy didn't know how to react.
On the bed were his lover and his friend that he'd just recently forgave. They were savagely making out and didn't even notice their intruder.
Hisoka shut his eyes tight as he felt something inside him going to explode. It wasn't his anger, he noted, but something else. Tears were already running down his face, but there's something inside him waiting to be released. His fists clenched at the sight of his friend, Hijiri, literally riding on Tsuzuki. It was then that his anger came out. But soon, he felt the strange sensation again on his back, and he whimpered.
Not wanting to watch any of this anymore, which only would stretch out his sufferings, he ran out, door banging hard. He ran and ran and in a few seconds he was at the front of his own room. Barging in, he rushed to the bathroom, throwing up as the weird feeling on his back intensify itself.
The feeling was still there as he finished vomiting, and he whimpered again. The feeling turned into pain, and his whole body was glowing red, the writings already visible.
"Help me, help me," he whimpered, and at that moment something exploded on his back, making him scream.
*****
The sound of door slamming shut and a pained scream following soon after startled Tsuzuki from the activity he was busy with. Hijiri opened his eyes, confused as to why did the brunette stopped.
"Tsuzuki? Don't stop…" Hijiri whimpered, and he moved his hips again but was stopped by Tsuzuki's hands. Hijiri was beyond confused and he was worried if Tsuzuki shall walk away right now. So he did the only thing that would make him stay.
Bending down he kissed the brunette, long and hard, with Tsuzuki unable to refuse as a hot tongue licked his lips. But as soon as Hijiri's tongue entered him, he broke the kiss.
"Dame, Hijiri, I think we shouldn't do this," But it went ignored to Hijiri as he began pumping his hips again, Tsuzuki's arousal still buried in his body. The motions made Tsuzuki arch his back, and Hijiri continued moving his hips until Tsuzuki joins him. The suspicious sound went unnoticed to Tsuzuki. But to Hijiri, he was well aware that Hisoka saw them, and he wanted to prove to Hisoka that he could be a better lover for Tsuzuki.
*****
Wide silver wings spread out from his body, followed by pained screams. 'No, no, not now,' he whispered to himself. The wings grew until it almost touched the ceilings, but it didn't. And Hisoka's shirt was torn opened, by the force of it. As soon as the wings stopped growing he slumped to the floor, face pressed against the cold tiles, panting.
There were no pain again but the pain of his curse was still there, burning through his flesh. As soon as he regained his breathings, he pushed himself up, and stared at the mirror, his reflections staring back. And his reflections were paled, all white except for the red marks on his body. And to add to the curiosity, he had large wings sprouting from his back.
This isn't normal, this isn't normal, he thought. And suddenly his legs felt weak and he gripped the sink to avoid an ugly crash. 'What's happening to me?' his mind voiced.
'Now you understand? Tsuzuki needs someone to really love him, and it's obvious to everyone that you're not the one for him,' a voice suddenly broke through the bathroom's reverie. Hisoka shut his eyes, and concentrated on trying to make the voice go away. He had been having those weird voices talking to him ever since that night three years ago, and he surely knows who the speaker is.
"My poor doll, is Tsuzuki mean towards you? Aren't you gonna find out what's happening between your friend and your lover?" the voice spoke again, and Hisoka held the sink tighter.
"Shut up, Muraki," came a hiss from an annoyed Hisoka. And he could picture the doctor smirking. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, naughty boy," and the next thing Hisoka knew, he was on his knees, hugging his chest, and moaning in pain as the marks on his body came alive, torturing his skin. "Haven't you learn yet? I'm your master, and you are my doll, my precious one,"
Chills ran up and down Hisoka's spine, as Muraki's voice slurred in his ear, but there was no one near him. And then something caught his eyes in the mirror. The room was suddenly so steamed up that the mirror was blurry. Then, something began writing on it, and he read carefully.
"I will make sure to attend your funeral," goose bumps rose to his skin and he whimpered. And once again, he is terrified of the doctor, scared of what he could do to him and also scared of what he could do to Tsuzuki, or even Hijiri.
"Stop it, stop it, stop it!!" he chanted repeatedly. Then he felt a hand running up and down one of his wing. He turned to see, but there was no one. "I wonder, where did these come from, boy?" the voice asked, and Hisoka was sure, he'll be insane, answering to it. His wings flapped in reflex, until the touch wasn't there. And he found himself exhausted after moving those huge appendages.
It was then that he heard something odd coming from inside his head. And the sound he heard were getting louder and louder until he could hear it as if it's in front of him. And then he remembered the sound he heard a few minutes ago, in Tsuzuki's room.
'That's right, I'm just giving you a preview of what's happening in there,' Muraki's voice came again, making him shut his ears using both of his hands. He wanted the doctor to stop talking to him, stop playing with his mind and stop hurting him and Tsuzuki. But he could still hear the voice of lovemaking, the moans of his lover. It wasn't directed towards him but to his friend, Hijiri.
Hijiri was pleasuring his lover, a thing Hisoka could never do, or even try to. Weak. That was what he think himself is. A weakling. Hijiri and Tsuzuki might be better off without him. Maybe Tsuzuki only loves someone strong emotionally, not a weakling like him. And also not someone dirty like him.
Hisoka's chest tightened at the thought. The mistake he made a few days ago with the doctor, it had affected his whole life. Ruined it. And here he was, regretting the moment. 'Yes, remember it, remember what I did, remember what you wanted that night,' the voice whispered again. He whimpered as images of what he didn't want to know flashes in front of his eyes. And he was disgusted with himself. And he wouldn't be surprised anymore if Tsuzuki happened to know what happened and left him for Hijiri.
Hijiri. Hijiri is stronger than himself. It's obvious Hijiri loves Tsuzuki more, and he himself could only be a fly on the wall. A fly that could be smacked anytime by anyone annoyed.
Hisoka shook his head. "Iyaa!!! I can't… doushite, Tsuzuki…" he whispered to himself, tears pouring down his face. His hands shook as a razor came from nowhere, appearing suddenly. He was holding onto it but was confused as to what to do with it. When suddenly he felt his hands inching the razor closer to his wrist, he knew what he wanted already.
He wanted a life free of pain.
End of Chapter 16
(A/N: Like the usual, I would like it if people review this chapter... It's kind of short but I think the point of the title is there... I knew this story is taking a turn to the worst but I just want to try something that people don't always write... and I hope all of you won't beat me up for it, or even sue me... I don't have a penny left in my pocket!! So, anyway, please read and review, comments, suggestions, or even flames will be welcomed.. as long as those flames are true and not written just to annoy me, okay?)