"I told you once before, we were separated. I don't even know if he's still
alive" said Hisoka, calmly. He was sitting down at a table with everyone
else sitting around it aswell, listening to his and Tsuzuki's odd story.
"And he has the ability to change genders?" said Watari curiously.
Tsuzuki stood right beside Hisoka like soldiers infront of a general. They seemed so serious. "That's right. It seems as if Muraki is up to his old tricks again" the purple eyed Shinigami replied. Konoe rubbed his chin in wonder, 'But how is that possible?' "Well, we shouldn't underestimate our crazy mad doctor. I hadn't doubted for a moment that he wasn't smart. We have caught him in acts of illegal science. I don't doubt his abilities for a moment" said the blond Watari as if he was praising the man.
"Well, anyways, Hisoka. If you're only willing to take this case, you can. But this'll mean that you'll become a Shinigami once again. I'm not sure whether nor not you'll be released one more time." Said the boss in a serious tone.
Tsuzuki looked at the young boy standing beside him. He wondered what he would do. This wasn't something to answer just like that. It would take time to think about this.
"I'll take the case" the boy replied. Tsuzuki's eyes almost fell out from his face, 'But Hisoka! Don't give up your opportunity! This is a very rare chance!' "Tsuzuki is right you know. You might want to consider some time to think about this. We can always solve this case on our own" said Tatsumi, wisely.
The green eyed Shinigami closed his eyes, 'No. I want this case, please.' Konoe sat down in his chair and sighed. Tsuzuki couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was it true or was it a dream? "Alright, Hisoka. I understand. This case is yours, but I've pre-warned you, yet you understand your circumstances. You're a brave young man and I admire your determination. You are dismissed"said the chief.
The young boy, politely, bowed his head and made his way out of the office, leaving the others behind. When the door shut slowly, Tsuzuki slammed his hands down onto the table in anger, 'You have to reconsider! Hisoka doesn't know what he's talking about! He's just a boy! A Kid! Please grant him that chance again! I beg you!'
"ASATO TSUZUKI! Please SIT down!" yelled Konoe. The purple eyed Shinigami growled as he sat down while the chief started speaking, 'Even if I wanted to grant him his chance back, it's out of my power. It's not my decision. Hisoka wanted this so he got what he chose. I cannot change that' The purple eyed Shinigami sighed as he quickly ran out of the room to catch up with his partner.
Surely there was a way to change Hisoka's mind. "Hisoka! Hey! Hisoka! Wait for me!" Tsuzuki called down the hall. The young boy looked back in wonder only to see his energetic partner running stupidly after him. "Tsuzuki." the boy said wondrously. "Hey, can I have a word with you?" Tsuzuki asked. Hisoka looked away, 'I've made my decision and I'm sticking with it. There's nothing that can change my mind'
"You're not thinking straight, Hisoka. Re-consider and I'll take care of this case" Begged his partner. "This is something I need to take care of myself. You see, the pain that boy is going through is the exact way my life was led. The only mercy I received was death. I can't allow Muraki to re create my past. So I can't reject this case. Please understand Tsuzuki" said the boy as he started to walk down the hall again.
Suddenly he felt himself pulled back. He turned around and stared into Tsuzuki's wavering soft amethyst eyes. His eyes were filled with sadness and sorrow for the young boy. His sympathy was so strong, that it almost made Hisoka want to cry. "Why do you hurt so much for me." the boy asked. Then, unexpectedly, Tsuzuki gently hugged him,
'I hurt because I care. I only want what's best for you.
Hisoka..'
The young boy stayed in his arms, laying his head upon his chest in shock. Never had he felt someone's feelings so strongly toward him before. He smiled and pulled back, 'I appreciate your concern, Tsuzuki.' Once again he bowed his head respectfully, then started heading down the hall once again, leaving his partner behind.
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"Stop it" said Akira in mind. Flashing through his mind's eye was a vision. One that he would fight against so that it wouldn't become a reality. "Stop. Just stop." the boy kept repeating as the images of the vision continued to flow, each more graphic than the previous.
"Akira, wake up" said a deep voice. Slowly the boy started to open his eyes, everything was a blur. When his eye sight became clear, the first thing he saw was
Muraki.
As if it were instinct, the boy attempted to jump out of where ever he was. The only problem was that his wrists and legs were tied down. "W-where am I?" Akira asked, wincing. The silver haired doctor smiled as he sat in a relaxed manner in a chair. "Relax boy. You're in a hospital, under my care. I work here so you have nothing to worry about" he replied as he took notes on a clipboard.
Akira sighed as he looked up at the ceiling, 'I'm strapped to a hospital bed, under your care and you expect me to relax?' Muraki smiled, 'The reason you're strapped to the bed is so that you don't hurt yourself' The boy growled as he looked away from the ceiling. He wanted to avoid looking at Muraki at all costs. "Why are you caring for me, when you risked my life by pushing me off that ship?" he asked almost in a whisper.
Muraki crossed his legs and smiled, 'For a very special reason. Tell me Akira, did you and that boy get very well acquainted?'
The boy winced again as an image of his premature vision flashed passed his eyes, 'Sh-Shut up!' He pulled on the straps binding his wrists, resulting in the re- opening of his wounds. They started to bleed again. "if I loosen your straps, will you promise to restrain yourself?" asked the doctor.
"Heh, do I seriously have a choice? I'm the one with the fucking curse not you" replied Akira snobbishly. Soon, Muraki waved at the door where an old nurse was standing patiently. She walked over to Akira's bedside and started to release him. When the young boy was free, he quickly sat up and sank his wrists into the bed sheets to stop the bleeding.
"Don't worry Akira. This nurse shall bandage up your wounds" said Muraki. The cat eyed boy lifted his wrists and allowed the old nurse to care for them. "What don't you discuss that vision you always have. The one you have burned in the back of your mind's eye. You refuse to make it a reality, but you can't deny what has already been written down in fate's book" said the silver haired doctor evilly.
Akira smirked as he raised his bandaged wrist while the nurse continued on his other one, 'You better watch what you say. There are other ears in this room besides ours' Muraki smirked as he looked at the old nurse tending to the boy's cuts. "What good are ears when they can't even listen?" he replied.
Soon, the older nurse walked out of the room, leaving the young boy with her tender patched up work she had made onto his wrists. "We're alone now" said Muraki. Akira avoided eye contact with him, 'What difference does it make' "You feel more comfortable now, don't you?" asked the doctor.
Akira shook his head in disbelief as he got up off the hospital bed, making his way toward the window to look outside. The clouds were grey. Rain poured down onto the streets, reminding him of his near death experience.
A hand shot beside him and hit the window. Akira hadn't shifted . "Even now you're thinking about him" said the silver haired doctor as he stood behind the boy.
Akira closed his eyes, 'Stay away from me' "Why should I? You belong to me" he replied as he snaked his arms around the boy's thin body.
The cat eyed boy's fists tightened at his side. He could see Hisoka's sad expression on his eye lids, in his mind. "I belong to no one" he whispered back. He could feel Muraki's warm breath flowing down his white blouse, on his dark skin, down his chest.
"My, my, my aren't we in a bad mood" said Muraki as he slid his hand slowly down Akira's front. The boy growled, 'I said stay away from me!' The boy whirled around with an attempted punch, but the doctor expected this and dodged it very coolly. The boy then tripped and fell onto the bed on his stomach. Muraki walked over and quickly pushed down on him.
"Err! Get off me!" the boy shouted. Muraki's grin widened, 'You should know better than to attack me, boy' Akira winced as the doctor continued to push himself against him, smelling his hair, 'You're so much like him, that it's exciting me' "Stop it." whispered the boy in fear.
The clouds outside continued to darken as the rain became more and more violent.
Slowly, Muraki started to slip Akira's blouse off his back, revealing his beautiful tanned back. The trembled, holding back his tears.
He knew where this was leading to.
And he was powerless to stop it from occurring.
The silver haired man lowered his head to the boy's neck, leaving a small trail of kisses down his spine. Shivers ran up and down Akira's spine as the doctor's cold lips touched his soft caramel skin, causing him to quicken the pace of his breathing, 'Please
Muraki.stop'
But instead of stopping, he only continued, 'You have no right to tell me what to do. You keep forgetting that I own you' Akira's eyes wavered with innocence. He wanted nothing more than to escape reality, for every time he had to face it, he had to face Muraki aswell.
The man continued to strip the boy and invade. Thoughts like never before ran through Akira's mind while his clothes continued to fall to the floor until only his flesh was seen. Tears were now streaming down his face. This isn't what he wanted. Not this again. Not anymore.
Akira was now lying on his back with Muraki leaning dangerously over him. Like a poisonous shadow that refused to disappear. Akira's eyes wavered as the tears stained his cheeks. He then closed his eyes knowing there was no way out. Muraki lowered his head down to the boy's chest, kissing and touching him.
"Let me die.Just let me die." the boy kept repeating in his mind, over and over again as if it were a chant. The silver haired doctor smirked as he laid his head on the boy's chest, 'You trembling.to feel a young toy like yourself tremble arouses my curiosity.' He raised his head and looked at the boy's dark face. Akira still had his eyes tightly closed, refusing to look into the man's cold ice blue ones.
"You're like the final part to my two piece collection of corrupted souls.you're so beautiful, if not, more than that other toy" he said as he pressed his lips upon the boy's. Akira could only feel coldness.
Darkness.
Nothingness.
"Why.why are you like this, Muraki." the boy asked him self in thought while the man took his lips away. Akira slowly opened his eyes bravely and stared into his. "Keep this in mind.
No matter where you run.
No matter where you try and hide.
Your life is within my words."
said Muraki coldly. This only heightened the boy's fear and determination to die.or to escape. He then felt the man continue his game of corrupted pleasure, trailing his cold lips down the boy's body and stomach, stopping at the boy's member, looking at it hungrily.
Akira was too traumatized to even speak. Muraki neared his lips toward the boy's inches, opening his mouth, welcoming it inside. The boy winced as he clutched the bed sheets with a grasp as tight as he could conjure. He pushed his head into the pillow and gritted his teeth as the doctor teased him by wrapping his tongue around the tip of the boy's member, slowly moving his head up and down on Akira's area.
The cat eyed boy tried to cry out for help, but every time he opened his mouth to speak, a moan or whimper would escape.
His knuckles continued to turn white as he clutched the sheets tightly. His eyes wavering softly toward this sinful act.
"P-please.
Just let me die." he said as a tear slid down his cheek.
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A/N: Phew. I did this pretty fast so please excuse me. Anyways, the yaoi in this chapter..Is Only The Tip Of The Iceberg. Meaning. That there'll be much more graphic yaoi later on during this story! You guys have been warned!!!!!! (P.S lol Thanks Yukie-Chan. I'm glad to know someone likes my story so far ^_~ )
Tsuzuki stood right beside Hisoka like soldiers infront of a general. They seemed so serious. "That's right. It seems as if Muraki is up to his old tricks again" the purple eyed Shinigami replied. Konoe rubbed his chin in wonder, 'But how is that possible?' "Well, we shouldn't underestimate our crazy mad doctor. I hadn't doubted for a moment that he wasn't smart. We have caught him in acts of illegal science. I don't doubt his abilities for a moment" said the blond Watari as if he was praising the man.
"Well, anyways, Hisoka. If you're only willing to take this case, you can. But this'll mean that you'll become a Shinigami once again. I'm not sure whether nor not you'll be released one more time." Said the boss in a serious tone.
Tsuzuki looked at the young boy standing beside him. He wondered what he would do. This wasn't something to answer just like that. It would take time to think about this.
"I'll take the case" the boy replied. Tsuzuki's eyes almost fell out from his face, 'But Hisoka! Don't give up your opportunity! This is a very rare chance!' "Tsuzuki is right you know. You might want to consider some time to think about this. We can always solve this case on our own" said Tatsumi, wisely.
The green eyed Shinigami closed his eyes, 'No. I want this case, please.' Konoe sat down in his chair and sighed. Tsuzuki couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was it true or was it a dream? "Alright, Hisoka. I understand. This case is yours, but I've pre-warned you, yet you understand your circumstances. You're a brave young man and I admire your determination. You are dismissed"said the chief.
The young boy, politely, bowed his head and made his way out of the office, leaving the others behind. When the door shut slowly, Tsuzuki slammed his hands down onto the table in anger, 'You have to reconsider! Hisoka doesn't know what he's talking about! He's just a boy! A Kid! Please grant him that chance again! I beg you!'
"ASATO TSUZUKI! Please SIT down!" yelled Konoe. The purple eyed Shinigami growled as he sat down while the chief started speaking, 'Even if I wanted to grant him his chance back, it's out of my power. It's not my decision. Hisoka wanted this so he got what he chose. I cannot change that' The purple eyed Shinigami sighed as he quickly ran out of the room to catch up with his partner.
Surely there was a way to change Hisoka's mind. "Hisoka! Hey! Hisoka! Wait for me!" Tsuzuki called down the hall. The young boy looked back in wonder only to see his energetic partner running stupidly after him. "Tsuzuki." the boy said wondrously. "Hey, can I have a word with you?" Tsuzuki asked. Hisoka looked away, 'I've made my decision and I'm sticking with it. There's nothing that can change my mind'
"You're not thinking straight, Hisoka. Re-consider and I'll take care of this case" Begged his partner. "This is something I need to take care of myself. You see, the pain that boy is going through is the exact way my life was led. The only mercy I received was death. I can't allow Muraki to re create my past. So I can't reject this case. Please understand Tsuzuki" said the boy as he started to walk down the hall again.
Suddenly he felt himself pulled back. He turned around and stared into Tsuzuki's wavering soft amethyst eyes. His eyes were filled with sadness and sorrow for the young boy. His sympathy was so strong, that it almost made Hisoka want to cry. "Why do you hurt so much for me." the boy asked. Then, unexpectedly, Tsuzuki gently hugged him,
'I hurt because I care. I only want what's best for you.
Hisoka..'
The young boy stayed in his arms, laying his head upon his chest in shock. Never had he felt someone's feelings so strongly toward him before. He smiled and pulled back, 'I appreciate your concern, Tsuzuki.' Once again he bowed his head respectfully, then started heading down the hall once again, leaving his partner behind.
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"Stop it" said Akira in mind. Flashing through his mind's eye was a vision. One that he would fight against so that it wouldn't become a reality. "Stop. Just stop." the boy kept repeating as the images of the vision continued to flow, each more graphic than the previous.
"Akira, wake up" said a deep voice. Slowly the boy started to open his eyes, everything was a blur. When his eye sight became clear, the first thing he saw was
Muraki.
As if it were instinct, the boy attempted to jump out of where ever he was. The only problem was that his wrists and legs were tied down. "W-where am I?" Akira asked, wincing. The silver haired doctor smiled as he sat in a relaxed manner in a chair. "Relax boy. You're in a hospital, under my care. I work here so you have nothing to worry about" he replied as he took notes on a clipboard.
Akira sighed as he looked up at the ceiling, 'I'm strapped to a hospital bed, under your care and you expect me to relax?' Muraki smiled, 'The reason you're strapped to the bed is so that you don't hurt yourself' The boy growled as he looked away from the ceiling. He wanted to avoid looking at Muraki at all costs. "Why are you caring for me, when you risked my life by pushing me off that ship?" he asked almost in a whisper.
Muraki crossed his legs and smiled, 'For a very special reason. Tell me Akira, did you and that boy get very well acquainted?'
The boy winced again as an image of his premature vision flashed passed his eyes, 'Sh-Shut up!' He pulled on the straps binding his wrists, resulting in the re- opening of his wounds. They started to bleed again. "if I loosen your straps, will you promise to restrain yourself?" asked the doctor.
"Heh, do I seriously have a choice? I'm the one with the fucking curse not you" replied Akira snobbishly. Soon, Muraki waved at the door where an old nurse was standing patiently. She walked over to Akira's bedside and started to release him. When the young boy was free, he quickly sat up and sank his wrists into the bed sheets to stop the bleeding.
"Don't worry Akira. This nurse shall bandage up your wounds" said Muraki. The cat eyed boy lifted his wrists and allowed the old nurse to care for them. "What don't you discuss that vision you always have. The one you have burned in the back of your mind's eye. You refuse to make it a reality, but you can't deny what has already been written down in fate's book" said the silver haired doctor evilly.
Akira smirked as he raised his bandaged wrist while the nurse continued on his other one, 'You better watch what you say. There are other ears in this room besides ours' Muraki smirked as he looked at the old nurse tending to the boy's cuts. "What good are ears when they can't even listen?" he replied.
Soon, the older nurse walked out of the room, leaving the young boy with her tender patched up work she had made onto his wrists. "We're alone now" said Muraki. Akira avoided eye contact with him, 'What difference does it make' "You feel more comfortable now, don't you?" asked the doctor.
Akira shook his head in disbelief as he got up off the hospital bed, making his way toward the window to look outside. The clouds were grey. Rain poured down onto the streets, reminding him of his near death experience.
A hand shot beside him and hit the window. Akira hadn't shifted . "Even now you're thinking about him" said the silver haired doctor as he stood behind the boy.
Akira closed his eyes, 'Stay away from me' "Why should I? You belong to me" he replied as he snaked his arms around the boy's thin body.
The cat eyed boy's fists tightened at his side. He could see Hisoka's sad expression on his eye lids, in his mind. "I belong to no one" he whispered back. He could feel Muraki's warm breath flowing down his white blouse, on his dark skin, down his chest.
"My, my, my aren't we in a bad mood" said Muraki as he slid his hand slowly down Akira's front. The boy growled, 'I said stay away from me!' The boy whirled around with an attempted punch, but the doctor expected this and dodged it very coolly. The boy then tripped and fell onto the bed on his stomach. Muraki walked over and quickly pushed down on him.
"Err! Get off me!" the boy shouted. Muraki's grin widened, 'You should know better than to attack me, boy' Akira winced as the doctor continued to push himself against him, smelling his hair, 'You're so much like him, that it's exciting me' "Stop it." whispered the boy in fear.
The clouds outside continued to darken as the rain became more and more violent.
Slowly, Muraki started to slip Akira's blouse off his back, revealing his beautiful tanned back. The trembled, holding back his tears.
He knew where this was leading to.
And he was powerless to stop it from occurring.
The silver haired man lowered his head to the boy's neck, leaving a small trail of kisses down his spine. Shivers ran up and down Akira's spine as the doctor's cold lips touched his soft caramel skin, causing him to quicken the pace of his breathing, 'Please
Muraki.stop'
But instead of stopping, he only continued, 'You have no right to tell me what to do. You keep forgetting that I own you' Akira's eyes wavered with innocence. He wanted nothing more than to escape reality, for every time he had to face it, he had to face Muraki aswell.
The man continued to strip the boy and invade. Thoughts like never before ran through Akira's mind while his clothes continued to fall to the floor until only his flesh was seen. Tears were now streaming down his face. This isn't what he wanted. Not this again. Not anymore.
Akira was now lying on his back with Muraki leaning dangerously over him. Like a poisonous shadow that refused to disappear. Akira's eyes wavered as the tears stained his cheeks. He then closed his eyes knowing there was no way out. Muraki lowered his head down to the boy's chest, kissing and touching him.
"Let me die.Just let me die." the boy kept repeating in his mind, over and over again as if it were a chant. The silver haired doctor smirked as he laid his head on the boy's chest, 'You trembling.to feel a young toy like yourself tremble arouses my curiosity.' He raised his head and looked at the boy's dark face. Akira still had his eyes tightly closed, refusing to look into the man's cold ice blue ones.
"You're like the final part to my two piece collection of corrupted souls.you're so beautiful, if not, more than that other toy" he said as he pressed his lips upon the boy's. Akira could only feel coldness.
Darkness.
Nothingness.
"Why.why are you like this, Muraki." the boy asked him self in thought while the man took his lips away. Akira slowly opened his eyes bravely and stared into his. "Keep this in mind.
No matter where you run.
No matter where you try and hide.
Your life is within my words."
said Muraki coldly. This only heightened the boy's fear and determination to die.or to escape. He then felt the man continue his game of corrupted pleasure, trailing his cold lips down the boy's body and stomach, stopping at the boy's member, looking at it hungrily.
Akira was too traumatized to even speak. Muraki neared his lips toward the boy's inches, opening his mouth, welcoming it inside. The boy winced as he clutched the bed sheets with a grasp as tight as he could conjure. He pushed his head into the pillow and gritted his teeth as the doctor teased him by wrapping his tongue around the tip of the boy's member, slowly moving his head up and down on Akira's area.
The cat eyed boy tried to cry out for help, but every time he opened his mouth to speak, a moan or whimper would escape.
His knuckles continued to turn white as he clutched the sheets tightly. His eyes wavering softly toward this sinful act.
"P-please.
Just let me die." he said as a tear slid down his cheek.
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A/N: Phew. I did this pretty fast so please excuse me. Anyways, the yaoi in this chapter..Is Only The Tip Of The Iceberg. Meaning. That there'll be much more graphic yaoi later on during this story! You guys have been warned!!!!!! (P.S lol Thanks Yukie-Chan. I'm glad to know someone likes my story so far ^_~ )