Akira stood infront of a mirror, staring at her reflection. She was now
wearing a black dress, with a touch of make up to bring out her womanly
features. Her eyes wavered in shame, looking at her mirror image.
"That's not me."she said in a whisper.
Suddenly, a tall figure wearing a white suit stood behind her. Akira didn't budge. She knew who he was and wasn't going to fear him, 'Uncle Muraki.Why did you do this to me?' The man smirked, 'My dear nephew.what I've done was for the best. Believe me, you'll thank me later on in your years. In the meantime I want you to look your best. There's a party being hosted in the main dining room'
Akira growled as her uncle slowly took something out from his pocket. He held it with both his thumbs and index fingers. "I bought this necklace for you before we got on board the ship" he said as he placed the chain around her neck and clasped it together. The gem hanging at her chest was a beautiful sapphire, shining in all its brilliance.
The only problem was. Was that Muraki hadn't taken his arms off her.
Akira clenched her fists. Luckily her black gloves concealed her bandages. "Get off me" she whispered coldly. Muraki had her in a loose embrace, smelling her hair, 'You're very attractive as a female' The young girl continued to boil with anger, but fought to conceal it. "This body is not mine" she replied as she closed her eyes. Muraki placed his mouth close to her neck and licked it. Akira's eyebrows twitched angrily in disgust.
"The body may not be yours. That's why I can do what I want to it. Your vessel belongs to me and no other" he said as he stood up straight, running his fingers through his hair. He stood with one hand dangling at his side while his other was hidden in his pocket. Akira felt somewhat relieved but was still infuriated.
"You have plans for me.don't you."she said. The silver haired man smirked, 'The man we are to meet. His name is Tsuzuki. He has a partner, a boy who is about your age', he smiled as she turned around looking at him, 'You remind me so much of him' He placed a gloved hand on her cheek, still smiling.
"Ah, but anyways. I'll point him out to you. You will have dinner with him and find out where they are staying" he whispered. He then moved his hand and walked over to the exit door and opened it. "While you're dining, please be lady like" he said coldly.
Akira kept quiet, walking out of the room. She started walking down the red carpeted hall, when unexpectedly, Hisoka stood infront of her, in just as much shock as she was. They were both stood there, not knowing what to do when suddenly a voice broke their states of astonishment, 'Ah. Kurosaki Hisoka. What an extremely odd coincidence' The green eyed boy felt as if his breath had been taken away. Akira knew he was going to snap in a few seconds if given the chance.
Luckily, she took action, 'Kurosaki Hisoka? Well this is a pleasure. My uncle has told me so much about you' She then bowed her head respectfully, 'My name is Akira' She looked at him with her cat like eyes, trying to tell him to go along with the act through eye contact and expression. The young boy relaxed as the girl straightened herself out. Muraki placed his hand on her shoulder as he spoke, 'Hisoka. Why don't you escort my niece to the party?'
Hisoka didn't reply. Muraki started walking away. His tall figure engulfing them in his shadow. He then stopped for a moment, standing beside the emerald eyed boy, 'But before you go, you might want to get rid of the blood stain on the collar of your blouse' Both Hisoka and Akira felt tingles swimming up their spines as Muraki made a very cool exit. The boy tanked his collar and saw the blood stain.
Akira pinched his collar between her fingers as she eyed it with wonder. She then looked at him. "It can't be mine" he said with his eyes closed. Akira then realized who's it was, 'Ya. I know. It's mine' Hisoka fell silent as he realized how much trouble she could have gotten them in. Hopefully, her uncle hadn't suspected anything. "We don't have time for this. We'll go to the party for awhile, then to the boiler room to stop the explosion" said the boy as he started toward the stair well. Akira agreed silently as she followed closely behind him.
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People chattered, wine glasses chimed as the fancy aristocratic party took place. Sitting at the bar in a black tuxedo was the purple eyed Shinigami, sitting handsomely. He looked at the beautiful bartender as she turned to look at him. She had blond hair done up in a ponytail and a cute smile. "Hey there handsome. What can I get ya." she said with a wink.
Tsuzuki smiled nervously, 'Well I'm not suppose to but I guess something small wouldn't hurt' The woman nodded as she prepared something light for him. In the meantime he turned around on his chair, looking back out to the people. As he started feeling relaxed, he saw Hisoka and that odd girl coming up the stairs as a couple; Her hand clasping onto his arm. "Hisoka.?" he said in thought, about to leave his seat when suddenly a very familiar voice caught his attention, causing him to freeze in his spot.
"Magnificent isn't it?" said the voice coolly. The Shinigami turned around, keeping his cool. He saw a man with silver hair, sipping at his martini in a very sophisticated manner; one of his legs over the other. "Muraki.How nice of you to join me. What brings you here?" Tsuzuki asked with a serious look.
Muraki placed his drink down and looked at the man as he leaned up against the bar table. He looked over to his drink, grabbed it, and started to swallow all the while keeping his eye on Hisoka. His old partner sat down at a table with the young girl. At least for now they were out of trouble. "There's no need to worry about the boy. My Niece is taking very good care of him" said the doctor, taking another sip of his drink.
Even with what Muraki said, Tsuzuki continued to keep his eyes on the boy.
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"Aren't you going to eat anything." Akira asked as she placed a piece of stake on her tongue. Her manners were so precise and elegant for someone who was originally a male. Hisoka closed his eyes, looking away, 'I'm not hungry' Akira smiled as she grabbed a wine glass, bringing it to her pink lips. She then brought it down, looking at him. "You know, your partner shouldn't be around. You can have a bit of wine if you like. If you get drunk, It'll probably bring some colour to your cheeks" she said smirking sadistically.
Hisoka growled, 'Shut up. What're you up to anyways?' "I'm not up to anything. What I am trying to do however is get you to relax", she used her fork, placing another piece of steak in her mouth, ' If you're nervous you'll get suspected' Hisoka sat still for a few moments. He then started to dig into his food, but drinking only water. "In five minutes, we're going to get up and dance. By then everyone should be on the dance floor. The confusion amongst the dancing bodies should be enough to give us time to make our move. We'll walk calmly toward the stairwell. I'll go to my room and change. You, on the other hand, will wait for me outside keeping a look out. We'll then head to the boiler room to see what Muraki has planned" she said very calmly and casually, making it seem as if she was having a very normal conversation.
Hisoka ate quietly, not making eye contact as he allowed her words to sink in. He then asked, 'Why must we pretend so much?' Akira looked up and smiled at him, 'My dear Hisoka. I'm surprised you haven't noticed yet. I'm guessing your empathy is currently more focused on the good and pleasurable feelings of the people surrounding you, happily dancing and eating'
The boy hadn't made any comment toward her remark. "I'll show you what I mean once I'm asked to dance" she said in a low whisper. The boy sitting across from her looked as if he was glaring. Slowly he got up from his chair and walked over beside her chair, holding out his hand. Akira smirked.
"That's right. Just keep playing along. That's all I'm asking for right now"
She said in thought.
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"They're cute aren't they?" said Muraki as he watched Hisoka lead his niece onto the dance floor. Tsuzuki watched in wonder as to what they were planning. He knew they had some kind of plan all formed out and thought through. Hisoka wouldn't do what he was doing unless it was for good reason.
"Muraki. Your niece. What's her name?" he asked, hoping that he wasn't to suspicious. The doctor smirked as he wiped his glasses with a handkerchief, 'Her name is Akira. Remember it.Tsuzuki' The purple eyed Shinigami looked at the doctor in wonder, 'What's that suppose to mean?'
"The boy seems to be enjoying himself with my lovely niece", said Muraki evilly, ' Imagine. Two corrupted toys as one person. Can you imagine, Tsuzuki? The niece of the man who killed him.making love to him?' Tsuzuki clenched his fists in anger, but forced himself to stay calm, ' Shinigami can't do that with people in the living'
The doctor smiled, 'But what if it was possible? What would the end result be? A child of both life and death? Burdened with both precognition and empathy. What a beautiful mixture'
"SHUT UP!"
Tsuzuki yelled. People around him looked at him curiously, as his anger rose. The white haired man's smirk widened as he looked at Tsuzuki, who looked as if he was going to pass out. "Shit.what's.what's wrong with me?" said the Shinigami in thought. His body felt incredibly warm. Muraki continued to smirk, 'You look as if you need some rest. I wonder if it was that drink you had.' Tsuzuki growled. It seemed as if Muraki had done something to it while his back was turned. He could feel his forehead burning with a sick feeling. Not knowing what to expect next.
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"Hisoka.when I tell you, don't change expressions so quickly" said Akira, waltzing with the young boy. Hisoka could only imagine what she was going to show him. She then spoke, 'When you turn, I want you to look over at the bar and tell me what's going on. But remember, don't change expressions so quickly'
As they danced, the boy forced himself to be as {Non-suspicious} as possible. As he looked over to the bar, he saw Tsuzuki walking away from the silver haired man. The man who killed him. "Hisoka.tell me what's going on" she asked calmly. "Tsuzuki just walked away from the bar where your uncle seems to be sitting at" he replied seriously.
The girl thought for a moment as her feet continued to follow his. "Alright, well. How about we carefully make our escape" she said as she smirked at him along with the shine of her cat like eyes. Hisoka nodded firmly as the dance floor became more populated. Soon the two slowly but casually walked toward the stairwell. When they took their first step down the stairs, they felt relief quickly rushing over them.
When they both took their first step on the red carpet in the hallway, Akira spoke, 'Are you scared?' "Why would I be afraid." he asked. Akira smiled, 'Because we're finally going to get rid of Muraki' She then stopped infront of her room door, placing her hand on the door knob. That's when Hisoka felt a presence. He placed a hand on her shoulder. Akira turned around, looking at him curiously.
Hisoka then spoke, 'I feel an evil presence. I don't know who it is thought.it's hard to figure out' Akira took her hand off the doorknob and continued to look at him in wonder. Suddenly both of their attentions were caught by the sound of footsteps walking noisily down the stairwell. "What do we do?" Akira asked nervously with anger.
Hisoka growled as the presence seemed to be getting closer. He then took action. He pushed his body up against the girl and ripped a piece of the skirt part of her dress, revealing the entire side of her leg. "Hisoka.now's not the time for this" Akira growled angrily. The boy growled back, 'You really think I want to do this?! Just play along. Anything's better than getting caught!'
The girl nodded as she placed her arms around his neck. Hisoka kept his mouth close to her ear to whisper anything necessary, while Akira had her head looking over his shoulder watching a figure walking down the hall. Keeping his hands on her hips, he asked in a whisper, 'Anyone you recognize?' Akira felt somewhat nervous for the person coming down the stairs happened to be one of her body guards.
This was going to cause huge complications.
"It's.it's one of my bodyguards." She said looking over his shoulder. She then looked at him in the eyes, 'Hisoka. Do me a favour. What I want you to do may be out of the question, but may also very well be the push we need" she said as she looked over his shoulder again, keeping her eyes on the man. "W-what is it?" he asked innocently yet in semi fear.
Akira smirked as she kept her eye on the figure that happened to of bent down to tie his shoe. The girl smiled as she looked back at the boy, 'I want you to force yourself on me'
Suddenly, a tall figure wearing a white suit stood behind her. Akira didn't budge. She knew who he was and wasn't going to fear him, 'Uncle Muraki.Why did you do this to me?' The man smirked, 'My dear nephew.what I've done was for the best. Believe me, you'll thank me later on in your years. In the meantime I want you to look your best. There's a party being hosted in the main dining room'
Akira growled as her uncle slowly took something out from his pocket. He held it with both his thumbs and index fingers. "I bought this necklace for you before we got on board the ship" he said as he placed the chain around her neck and clasped it together. The gem hanging at her chest was a beautiful sapphire, shining in all its brilliance.
The only problem was. Was that Muraki hadn't taken his arms off her.
Akira clenched her fists. Luckily her black gloves concealed her bandages. "Get off me" she whispered coldly. Muraki had her in a loose embrace, smelling her hair, 'You're very attractive as a female' The young girl continued to boil with anger, but fought to conceal it. "This body is not mine" she replied as she closed her eyes. Muraki placed his mouth close to her neck and licked it. Akira's eyebrows twitched angrily in disgust.
"The body may not be yours. That's why I can do what I want to it. Your vessel belongs to me and no other" he said as he stood up straight, running his fingers through his hair. He stood with one hand dangling at his side while his other was hidden in his pocket. Akira felt somewhat relieved but was still infuriated.
"You have plans for me.don't you."she said. The silver haired man smirked, 'The man we are to meet. His name is Tsuzuki. He has a partner, a boy who is about your age', he smiled as she turned around looking at him, 'You remind me so much of him' He placed a gloved hand on her cheek, still smiling.
"Ah, but anyways. I'll point him out to you. You will have dinner with him and find out where they are staying" he whispered. He then moved his hand and walked over to the exit door and opened it. "While you're dining, please be lady like" he said coldly.
Akira kept quiet, walking out of the room. She started walking down the red carpeted hall, when unexpectedly, Hisoka stood infront of her, in just as much shock as she was. They were both stood there, not knowing what to do when suddenly a voice broke their states of astonishment, 'Ah. Kurosaki Hisoka. What an extremely odd coincidence' The green eyed boy felt as if his breath had been taken away. Akira knew he was going to snap in a few seconds if given the chance.
Luckily, she took action, 'Kurosaki Hisoka? Well this is a pleasure. My uncle has told me so much about you' She then bowed her head respectfully, 'My name is Akira' She looked at him with her cat like eyes, trying to tell him to go along with the act through eye contact and expression. The young boy relaxed as the girl straightened herself out. Muraki placed his hand on her shoulder as he spoke, 'Hisoka. Why don't you escort my niece to the party?'
Hisoka didn't reply. Muraki started walking away. His tall figure engulfing them in his shadow. He then stopped for a moment, standing beside the emerald eyed boy, 'But before you go, you might want to get rid of the blood stain on the collar of your blouse' Both Hisoka and Akira felt tingles swimming up their spines as Muraki made a very cool exit. The boy tanked his collar and saw the blood stain.
Akira pinched his collar between her fingers as she eyed it with wonder. She then looked at him. "It can't be mine" he said with his eyes closed. Akira then realized who's it was, 'Ya. I know. It's mine' Hisoka fell silent as he realized how much trouble she could have gotten them in. Hopefully, her uncle hadn't suspected anything. "We don't have time for this. We'll go to the party for awhile, then to the boiler room to stop the explosion" said the boy as he started toward the stair well. Akira agreed silently as she followed closely behind him.
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People chattered, wine glasses chimed as the fancy aristocratic party took place. Sitting at the bar in a black tuxedo was the purple eyed Shinigami, sitting handsomely. He looked at the beautiful bartender as she turned to look at him. She had blond hair done up in a ponytail and a cute smile. "Hey there handsome. What can I get ya." she said with a wink.
Tsuzuki smiled nervously, 'Well I'm not suppose to but I guess something small wouldn't hurt' The woman nodded as she prepared something light for him. In the meantime he turned around on his chair, looking back out to the people. As he started feeling relaxed, he saw Hisoka and that odd girl coming up the stairs as a couple; Her hand clasping onto his arm. "Hisoka.?" he said in thought, about to leave his seat when suddenly a very familiar voice caught his attention, causing him to freeze in his spot.
"Magnificent isn't it?" said the voice coolly. The Shinigami turned around, keeping his cool. He saw a man with silver hair, sipping at his martini in a very sophisticated manner; one of his legs over the other. "Muraki.How nice of you to join me. What brings you here?" Tsuzuki asked with a serious look.
Muraki placed his drink down and looked at the man as he leaned up against the bar table. He looked over to his drink, grabbed it, and started to swallow all the while keeping his eye on Hisoka. His old partner sat down at a table with the young girl. At least for now they were out of trouble. "There's no need to worry about the boy. My Niece is taking very good care of him" said the doctor, taking another sip of his drink.
Even with what Muraki said, Tsuzuki continued to keep his eyes on the boy.
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"Aren't you going to eat anything." Akira asked as she placed a piece of stake on her tongue. Her manners were so precise and elegant for someone who was originally a male. Hisoka closed his eyes, looking away, 'I'm not hungry' Akira smiled as she grabbed a wine glass, bringing it to her pink lips. She then brought it down, looking at him. "You know, your partner shouldn't be around. You can have a bit of wine if you like. If you get drunk, It'll probably bring some colour to your cheeks" she said smirking sadistically.
Hisoka growled, 'Shut up. What're you up to anyways?' "I'm not up to anything. What I am trying to do however is get you to relax", she used her fork, placing another piece of steak in her mouth, ' If you're nervous you'll get suspected' Hisoka sat still for a few moments. He then started to dig into his food, but drinking only water. "In five minutes, we're going to get up and dance. By then everyone should be on the dance floor. The confusion amongst the dancing bodies should be enough to give us time to make our move. We'll walk calmly toward the stairwell. I'll go to my room and change. You, on the other hand, will wait for me outside keeping a look out. We'll then head to the boiler room to see what Muraki has planned" she said very calmly and casually, making it seem as if she was having a very normal conversation.
Hisoka ate quietly, not making eye contact as he allowed her words to sink in. He then asked, 'Why must we pretend so much?' Akira looked up and smiled at him, 'My dear Hisoka. I'm surprised you haven't noticed yet. I'm guessing your empathy is currently more focused on the good and pleasurable feelings of the people surrounding you, happily dancing and eating'
The boy hadn't made any comment toward her remark. "I'll show you what I mean once I'm asked to dance" she said in a low whisper. The boy sitting across from her looked as if he was glaring. Slowly he got up from his chair and walked over beside her chair, holding out his hand. Akira smirked.
"That's right. Just keep playing along. That's all I'm asking for right now"
She said in thought.
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"They're cute aren't they?" said Muraki as he watched Hisoka lead his niece onto the dance floor. Tsuzuki watched in wonder as to what they were planning. He knew they had some kind of plan all formed out and thought through. Hisoka wouldn't do what he was doing unless it was for good reason.
"Muraki. Your niece. What's her name?" he asked, hoping that he wasn't to suspicious. The doctor smirked as he wiped his glasses with a handkerchief, 'Her name is Akira. Remember it.Tsuzuki' The purple eyed Shinigami looked at the doctor in wonder, 'What's that suppose to mean?'
"The boy seems to be enjoying himself with my lovely niece", said Muraki evilly, ' Imagine. Two corrupted toys as one person. Can you imagine, Tsuzuki? The niece of the man who killed him.making love to him?' Tsuzuki clenched his fists in anger, but forced himself to stay calm, ' Shinigami can't do that with people in the living'
The doctor smiled, 'But what if it was possible? What would the end result be? A child of both life and death? Burdened with both precognition and empathy. What a beautiful mixture'
"SHUT UP!"
Tsuzuki yelled. People around him looked at him curiously, as his anger rose. The white haired man's smirk widened as he looked at Tsuzuki, who looked as if he was going to pass out. "Shit.what's.what's wrong with me?" said the Shinigami in thought. His body felt incredibly warm. Muraki continued to smirk, 'You look as if you need some rest. I wonder if it was that drink you had.' Tsuzuki growled. It seemed as if Muraki had done something to it while his back was turned. He could feel his forehead burning with a sick feeling. Not knowing what to expect next.
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"Hisoka.when I tell you, don't change expressions so quickly" said Akira, waltzing with the young boy. Hisoka could only imagine what she was going to show him. She then spoke, 'When you turn, I want you to look over at the bar and tell me what's going on. But remember, don't change expressions so quickly'
As they danced, the boy forced himself to be as {Non-suspicious} as possible. As he looked over to the bar, he saw Tsuzuki walking away from the silver haired man. The man who killed him. "Hisoka.tell me what's going on" she asked calmly. "Tsuzuki just walked away from the bar where your uncle seems to be sitting at" he replied seriously.
The girl thought for a moment as her feet continued to follow his. "Alright, well. How about we carefully make our escape" she said as she smirked at him along with the shine of her cat like eyes. Hisoka nodded firmly as the dance floor became more populated. Soon the two slowly but casually walked toward the stairwell. When they took their first step down the stairs, they felt relief quickly rushing over them.
When they both took their first step on the red carpet in the hallway, Akira spoke, 'Are you scared?' "Why would I be afraid." he asked. Akira smiled, 'Because we're finally going to get rid of Muraki' She then stopped infront of her room door, placing her hand on the door knob. That's when Hisoka felt a presence. He placed a hand on her shoulder. Akira turned around, looking at him curiously.
Hisoka then spoke, 'I feel an evil presence. I don't know who it is thought.it's hard to figure out' Akira took her hand off the doorknob and continued to look at him in wonder. Suddenly both of their attentions were caught by the sound of footsteps walking noisily down the stairwell. "What do we do?" Akira asked nervously with anger.
Hisoka growled as the presence seemed to be getting closer. He then took action. He pushed his body up against the girl and ripped a piece of the skirt part of her dress, revealing the entire side of her leg. "Hisoka.now's not the time for this" Akira growled angrily. The boy growled back, 'You really think I want to do this?! Just play along. Anything's better than getting caught!'
The girl nodded as she placed her arms around his neck. Hisoka kept his mouth close to her ear to whisper anything necessary, while Akira had her head looking over his shoulder watching a figure walking down the hall. Keeping his hands on her hips, he asked in a whisper, 'Anyone you recognize?' Akira felt somewhat nervous for the person coming down the stairs happened to be one of her body guards.
This was going to cause huge complications.
"It's.it's one of my bodyguards." She said looking over his shoulder. She then looked at him in the eyes, 'Hisoka. Do me a favour. What I want you to do may be out of the question, but may also very well be the push we need" she said as she looked over his shoulder again, keeping her eyes on the man. "W-what is it?" he asked innocently yet in semi fear.
Akira smirked as she kept her eye on the figure that happened to of bent down to tie his shoe. The girl smiled as she looked back at the boy, 'I want you to force yourself on me'