Lifes A Little White Lie
Yami no Matsuei
Romance/Yaoi/AU

AU fic. Kurosaki Hisoka is a girl attending her first year at a new highschool. Immediatly she mets up with the happy go lucky Tsuzuki Asato who adds Hisoka to his inner circle of close friends in no time. But Hisoka isn't ready to be so friendly just yet, theres something she's hiding that nobody can know of.

AN: This fic is an AU(alternate universe) kind of fic..and Ive messed around with peoples sexes to make things a bit more interesting. ^^ You'll have to read further if you'd like to find out who is who,...er what. Also this fic is very TsuHi, with bits of TatsWat and lotsa Muraki psychoness. I took inspiration from the anime series and tried re-creating some scenes, but of course with the different plot. As well as themes from other manga/anime I love. (see if you can guess any. *snicker*)

Heres the chapter 2, I did both before posting so I wouldn't have to make everyone wait. Teheh, now you all have to wait for chapter 3! Please please please R&R!!! Id love to see it as a long series, but highly doubt Ill write many chapters to it. So it will remain fairly short. Sowwies..its harder to find time to write. x.x

Disclaimer: I don't own Yami no Matsuei, only in my dreams. But I do own all rights to this fic idea and every lil happening in it. >=D




Chapter 02.
[I waited for you...]

Don't act as though your so invinsible, shut out and seperate from the world. Your vulnerable, we all are, but its nothing to dwell on.

By mid afternoon the sun had won the battle against those stubborn clouds and now lite up the sky with a bombardment of bright rays. With the end of school, Hisoka trecked out gradually, keenly aware of her surroundings. She was looking out for that strange man, if he were to catch sight of her, he would probably coax the girl into going with him to the cinnamon shop. And the girl had no intention of hanging around that man any longer than she may be forced to in future school circumstances. On that thought she turned completely around and looked through the crowd of students exiting into the courtyard. If he was a student teacher there, it would probably mean at one point he would intern at a present teachers classroom. 'Hopefully...' Hisoka thought. 'it wont be any of mine...'.

As Hisoka made her way around the corner of the schoolyard and down the sidewalk she found herself wishing Hijiri could be there. The similar looking brunette had practice after school with one of the musical instructors, and wasn't able to walk home with his new found friend. He had seemed heartbroken enough when explaining so to Hisoka, so the young girl took it as a truthful excuse. There had been times in the past, Hisoka remembered, that excuses were made solely to stay away from the girl. Friends..she never made easily, not until today.

"Mmf.." Hisoka grunted quietly as her shoulder brushed against a lightpole. She hadn't been paying attention. Instantly she began to think of this morning, and how she pumped into the tall, amethyst eyed sensei. 'Baka..' She shook the thought from her mind and concentrated on the road ahead, bumping into another pole wasn't the funnest thing.

She walked for a short while, schoolbag switching from both shoulders, to one, to her hand. Her surroundings switched rather gradually, the number of sakura trees dwindling to a few every other corner as she entered the more urban area. The smell of desserts bombarded Hisoka's nose and her pace slowed slightly. Why, she didn't know, but suddenly her feet felt heavier. To her right was the exact shop Tsuzuki had refered to in the beggining of the day. Cinnaron. It looked in good buisness, not overly crowded, but fairly busy.

'Lets get some sweets after school Kurosaki Hisoka-kun.'

Tsuzuki's sentence repeated in Hisoka's head and she stopped completely, forcing her eyes shut tight. She didn't wish to remember any of his words, his actions, or him at all, but for some reason her mind refused to let him go. Maybe she would stand around and wait, if for only a short while. He had probably came, waited, then left by now anyway, so Hisoka was sure she wouldn't meet him. And so she stood, back pressed against the wall of the shop, hands gripped tightly to the handle of her bag and waited. The wind began to blow lazily, and whipped up stray sakura petals and took them gracefully past Hisoka's feminine face. Eyes closed, Hisoka allowed herself to enjoy the scerene feeling of air dancing through her hair. She wished to enjoy the small delights in life like this all day long, but there was always the lingering depression of her reality that held her back. If only she could be as carefree as Hijiri-chan, or Tsuzuki-san.... 'Again...' Again she had thought of him, and quickly she opened her eyes and decided to move on. It had been 10 minutes already since Hisoka stopped, long enough time she thought given to the teacher. She turned slowly and began to walk onward.

"Hisokaaaa-chan!!"

The emerald eyed girl stopped in her tracks, but didn't turn around. It was Tsuzuki, of course, this by now Hisoka could tell. The taller man dashed forward and stopped at the still Hisoka's side, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Hisoka-chan, where were you? Your late for our date."

Hisoka flinched visably. "I never said I was going to meet you, and its not a date!" she shrugged his hand off her shoulder and started forward again.

"Mouu...Hisoka-chan really is so mean!" Tsuzuki watched as Hisoka walked off, saddened, and quickly realized that the girl was not going to stop. His face hardened and he walked forward sternly, streaching out an arm and gripping onto Hisoka's wrist.

"Nan-!" Hisoka turned around quickly and stared up at the man's serious face, stopping before even starting her scentence. She realized now just how serious his face was, not too serious, but more so than he had been the whole day.

"I waited for you..." He said the words without moving his amethyst eyes from the girl's emerald ones. Increasing the effect of his seriousness even more. Was he really hurt that the girl didn't show up? Hisoka wondered how he could really expect her to agree, when she didn't even know the man.

"I...Asato-san, I never said I would meet you here."

"But you're here aren't you?"

"Ah!.." Hisoka stared at him, mouth agap. "...I was just passing by!"

There was a moment of silence before Tsuzuki smiled wide and tugged the girl back in the direction of the store. "Well, now that you're here lets get some cake! I'll even forget that you were late for our important date." Hisoka's eyes went wide and she opened her mouth in protest, but nothing came out. She allowed the tall man to tug her into the cinnamon shop, admiring the modern and comfortable decor until inquiring eyes of others set on her. The pair was being stared at by current customers wondering just why the man was pulling the girl into the shop. Hisoka's cheeks flushed as she filled with embaressment. Just as she was going to try and snatch her hand away from Tsuzuki, he stopped infront of a table and let her go.

Hisoka tugged her arms back and stared at Tsuzuki angrily. "Don't do that!"

But by now Tsuzuki was seated in his previous spot and looking down at the empty plates wantingly. "See...I waited so long for you, I got too hungry...and ate this much."

Hisoka let her glance fall to the many empty plates set out infront of Tsuzuki. Her eyes opened wide as she got a chibi shocked expression. "This much?...in such little time? Asato-san, it was only 15 minutes top you were waiting."

Tsuzuki looked up at the smaller girl surprised before speaking. "B-But!" Hisoka only frowned and held her schoolbag with weak hands. Tsuzuki looked her over slowly again before motioning to the seat across from him. "Sit down Hisoka-chan, we'll get to know eachother." Hisoka arched a brow and stared at the man, realizing he was serious about wanting the girl to sit and enjoy this 'date' with him. Her feet were feeling oddly weak, so with a sigh she sat down in the chair and set her schoolbag at her feet. Already she didn't like the way this scene was unfolding. The two had already caught attention with their interesting entrance, and now the people that had begun to stare before still were. Now, no doubt, they thought of them as a couple.

"So, Hisoka-chan! Have you made any friends in school yet?"

Hisoka sighed aloud and looked away from the brunette, resting some of her weight lazily on her elbows as they rested on the table top. Only person that came to mind when he asked the question, was her brunette counterpart; Hijiri. Tsuzuki tilted his head to the side and waited for the girls answer, an answer that did not come.

"Is Hisoka-chan hungry? I'm ready to order some more cinnamon cakes, you'll love them they'r-"

"What kind of teacher /are/ you?" Hisoka interupted, her question hinted with insult.

"Aa..." Tsuzuki blinked innocently. "A student teacher, like I told you." he smiled that signature smile, and leant forward, resting on the table.

"I don't mean that. Your not a very good student teacher Asato-san." she said the words bluntly, adding no explanation to her comment, but simply stating how she felt.

Tsuzuki blinked then giggled, an act that caught Hisoka's attention quickly. "Hai, I'm not that good of a teacher..my grades were well enough, but I'm not sure I'll be much of the typical teacher material."

Hisoka held back the urge to say 'Amen.' Instead she just put on the smug expression again and turned her head away. She refused to stare into those amethyst eyes any longer, for it only would draw her into listening to his words further.

"I'm sure you get good grades as well, ne Hisoka-chan?"

"Mm.." Hisoka grunted lazily.

"And maybe some extra activities as well?"

"Mm..."

"Like track and music and fencing?"

"Mm..."

"And I'm sure all the students and teachers admire your beautiful looks."

There was silence, and all Hisoka could manage was a bright red blush. He had again called her beautiful, and this time the girl couldn't muster out a forceful 'Bakayaro' to silence the man. She stared ahead at the wall, her body suddenly uncomfortably warm. Tsuzuki really was the pushy type, not holding anything back, and extremely stubborn. Somewhat like Hisoka, though her blunt personality took a more negative turn. The two sat in silence for a while, Tsuzuki still staring at Hisoka as she avoided eye contact. He looked at the girl with his more serious face now, trying hard to ignore the smell of sponge cake growing from the kitchen. He really did think of Hisoka as a beautiful girl, there was something about her soft facade that made Tsuzuki want to touch her cheek lightly.

"...Do you inheret you looks from your mother?"

In a surprisingly quick motion, one you would think would snap Hisoka's neck, she spun her head to face Tsuzuki. An angered look like none Tsuzuki had seen thus far. But it was more than just anger..the girls eyes bloomed with a hurt like no other. With the mention of Hisoka's mother, it took everything to keep the girl from crying. She forced herself up from the chair and snatching her bag began to run from the room. Tsuzuki stood quickly and went to run after the young girl.

With the whispers and stares of everyone in the store, Hisoka ran from its doors and toward the street, eyes shut tight in frustration. 'Mother...' She had to hold her composer, crying infront of that baka Tsuzuki was nothing the girl would take lightly. He couldn't see, nobody could. If she were to cry infront of them, they would know how vulnerable she was and would ask and pry and force it out of her. The truth she hid from everyone.

"Hisokaa!!"

Tsuzuki's voice came as a muffled scream of desperation. Muffled by another, more overpowering sound of desperation, but one not human. A loud honk, blarring in close proximity from Hisoka's right. She spun her head to face the truck, noticing just how large it was, just how close to her it was. This was it, there was no way she could duck out of the way in time to save her own life. Everything seemed to move in slow motion now as Hisoka's body was enveloped in warm arms, as a firm body held her close and slowly she was pulled from the trucks path and forced to the sidewalk. Her back hit the wall hard as the body of her savior hovered above her. The honking blared on, but faded as the truck driver continued on down the road, not even checking to see if the girl was allright. Hisoka though, still had not realized just what had happened. She opened her eyes slowly and looked up into Tsuzuki's amethyst orbs. He stood over the girl, arms on either side of her head pressed against the wall of the building. Their faces were almost intamitly close, and the full effect of Tsuzuki's intense stare sent a chill through Hisoka's body.

"Tsuzu...ki.." Hisoka's body suddenly felt extremely heavy and she slumped to the side, eyes closing and legs wobbling beneath her. She felt as though she were going to faint, and Tsuzuki quickly took notice.

"Hisoka!? Hisoka are you hurt anywhere?" Tsuzuki began to trace his hands down Hisoka's arm and toward the young girls torso. A firm hand gripped Tsuzuki's suddenly and the man looked back to Hisoka's face, which he now found quite a bit alert.

"I'm fine."

"But Hisoka-"

"Im fine!" Hisoka yelled the words then quickly let out a deep sigh of exhaustion.

Tsuzuki glared at the youth and pressed a hand firmly against her forehead and felt the burning warmth. "Your getting a fever! C'mon, you need to rest, my house isn't far." Again Tsuzuki tried to take a gentle hold on the girl's body, but she quickly squirmed free, using what of the little energy she had to get out of Tsuzuki's shadow.

"Really...I'm ok. I just need to rest at my house..." she tried to be more calm and sure of herself when she spoke, without as much hostility as before. Maybe this way he would listen. She slid across the wall for a short while, using it as a sort of support, then forced herself upright and walked away slowly. Tsuzuki simply watched on, dissapointed in the girls stubborness and cold personality. There was something that hurt her so much she forced others away. Something that she hid deep inside, and Tsuzuki was determined to find out what.




The library felt erily silent to the student teacher as he sat in solitary at a corner table. Again he had been blacklisted from his own university's library, and was forced to study in the one belonging to the school his small violin playing friend attended. He didn't mind it too much though, he spent enough time here that books and research material was easier to find. But with all the silence Tsuzuki found it hard to concentrate. Every small scrible he made in his notebook made a sound that echoed through the library. And then there were the depressing thoughts that flooded his mind; ones of the silent blond that he saved the day before. Hisoka wasn't with Hijiri this morning, so the sugar glutton missed his chance to see if she was well. Pushing the matter in one day would only make her more elusive and withdrawn, so Tsuzuki allowed her to walk alone yesterday, but now he was getting worried.

Tsuzuki let out a long sigh and let his head drop to the table, arms outstreched at either side of his head. All this worrying was stressful, and stress made Tsuzuki tired. And the only thing that cured exhaustion in the amethyst eyed teacher was loving attention and sweets. Sweets he could find in the study.

"Mmm..."

Tsuzuki smiled wide and sprung upward, closing his books and piling them atop eachother. He would be back of course, but for now they could set in the boring living room while he walked around and took a snack. He stood upright and headed out the study, streaching out his arms and yawning as he went. 'Maybe..' he hoped. 'I walk by Hisoka's class on the way.'




Hisoka's legs wobbled weakly under her weight as she traveled the hallway. The medicine she had taken earlier in the day was now wearing off with the growing hours of the schoolday. Thankfully, Seiichirou Tatsumi-sensei had allowed the girl to take a break from his class and refill her body with the much needed fever medicine. She walked slowly down the hall, occasionally leaning her weight against the tile wall for support and rest as a group of students changing classes moved by her. They glanced at her curiously, and with scenerity one boy stopped and offered to help the girl, but of course Hisoka denied. Before long she had reached the medical wing, and weakly pushed the door open and was quickly greeted by short woman with long blond hair and round glasses.

"May I help you?" she asked politely, though it was obvious to the woman that the young lady was ill. Before Hisoka could answer, the woman helped ease her onto a long couch rested along the wall. "A fever I'm guessing...so early..that rain yesterday has already taken effect."

Hisoka merely rested her body back, breathing slightly heavier than normal. The woman pressed her hand lightly against the youth's forehead then was on her way into a backroom. "Do you have any allergies to medicine?" she called out from the back room. Hisoka weakly shook her head, a response that the woman would not be able to recognize, so Hisoka quickly added a "no" afterward. The woman walked back in from the back room, bottle of pills in one hand, and cough syrup in the other. She set the two on a table across from Hisoka and pulled a themometer from her nurses' apron then popped it into the emerald eyed girl's mouth.

"37.5 degree celcius." she stated after a short while then removed the themometer. Hisoka sighed again, a bit relieved this time. Atleast the medicine she had taken earlier had brought her temperature down from a distressing 38.85 degrees celcius. "Now..I'll just need some information.." the woman began as she pulled a clipboard from the sidetable.

Hisoka sat upright and answered the woman's questions as they came and watched with heavy eyes as she scribbled down the responses. The questioning didn't take too long thankfully, and the woman seemed kind enough, so Hisoka's suffering was kept at a minimul. It was good to know that this woman could be trusted with information about Hisoka's family that the girl could not share with any other. She had really wished she wouldn't have to tell, but need to know emergency contact was required. This information, Hisoka would be willing to share with this woman, but there was another beyond Hisoka's sight that would be allowed access to the personal file as well.

The pale white haired man watched silently from the office, elbows rested on his desk, his fingers enlaced in a weak fist. His distored, and inhuman looking eye twinkled every so often in the suns light as it streamed through the window. The day had been long, but far from boring for the doctor. Already two of the doctor's favorite 'patients' had dropped by for a 'visit', one they didn't exactly seem to enjoy. And now the apperance of this new student was iccing on the cake. Though she was female, and not the usual for patient material for the man, something about her was intruiging. He watched her now as she stood and made her way out of the room, looking more healthy than she did when she first arrived. A pity really. As the door closed behind her and she turned down the hall, the pale man stood.

Adjusting his glasses and white trench coat, he left the small office, nodding slowly to the nurse as she stared wide eyed at him, a bit startled by his sudden apperance. She watched him leave without a word, only shaking her head slowly and heading back to the room were resting beds were set up.

Hisoka barely got far from the room, now no longer needed the aid of the wall to walk, before the man snuck up behind her.

"Completely healed are you?" he asked in a deep monotone that frightened the girl. She spun around and stared up at the man, concentrating on his silver eyes as they seemed to magnify through his glasses. She was dwarfed by his height, as she was with many more of the school members, teachers and students alike. She stood in his shadow now, speechless for a short while.

"Somewhat.."

"Hmm...that medicine she gave you should work fairly quickly." He paused and moved forward in a swift flowing motion, pressing his hand against the youth's forehead as the distance between the two closed in. Hisoka flinched visably from the sudden closeness from the new man. Was her body screaming to be touched or something?

"Muraki Kazutaka." the man stated simply, now forcing the girl against the wall with his closeness. She found herself unable to move away as she had before, but this time because of a sort of unseen force around him. His eyes were different from that of Tsuzuki's and Hijiri's, there was some sickly evil wanting that seemed to eminate from them. "You're a new student..and a friend of Tsuzuki-san's I believe."

"H-how.." How had this man, one Hisoka had never met in her life, already known about the strange man she just met the day before. Had she been seen with him in the short while they stood together? Already her reputation was falling apart, even before she had a chance to build one. She didn't wish to be lavished and adored, but the though of being precieved as a friend of that "baka" Tsuzuki would ruin the school year for sure.

The man smirked down at Hisoka. "A beautiful friend the sugar glutton has made..are the two of you close?"

Hisoka resisted the urge to yell out 'Hell no' and instead shook her head weakly.

"A strange man he is..but you Hisoka-san, are far more relaxed, almost depressingly so." Muraki slowly moved his hand to Hisoka's cheek and cupped her chin in his cold hands. An act that sent forceful shivers down Hisoka's spine. "You have some secrets Kurosaki Hisoka..I can feel it. And as a doctor, and someone you should trust, I'd love to find out all of your deepest secrets..." he tilted Hisoka's head upward and simultaneously moved his own down to hers so their faces were close. Hisoka's eyes grew wide as she realized just what was happening, how this man, a stranger, a sensei, a doctor, was now trying to kiss the young girl, and she couldn't move.




Tsuzuki hummed his way down the hall, sweets he snuck out of the faculty room held tightly in his arms. A few small cakes stuffed in his mouth greedily as he trolled the hallways. He rounded a corner, one he walked by a few times before in order to delay his study session and a strong feeling clasped his heart like a vice. There was something, something he couldn't pinpoint immediatly, that was not right, and for a second time in the two day period he felt as though Kurosaki Hisoka was in danger. Dropping the snacks he held, both in mouth and arms, Tsuzuki ran quicker down the corrider, his feet stopping as if now caught in cement at the mouth of another hallway to his right. His eyes went wide at the sight as he stood frozen for the moment, staring down the hallway at Hisoka caught in the demon Muraki's web.

"Hisoka!"

Tsuzuki screamed out, his feet now taking him quickly down the hallway toward the two. Both Hisoka and Muraki turned to face the approaching man, a sinisterly pleased expression on the face of the doctor. Muraki stepped back slightly as Tsuzuki moved to the side of Hisoka, body now acting as a wall between the two. Hisoka's body suddenly felt weak and sick again from the experience, and she let her body sink to the tiled floor.

"Hisoka, are you allright? Did he tou-"

"You'll find her to be perfectly fine Tsuzuki-san." Muraki interupted, pushing his glasses further up his nose before crossing his arms. "I was merely introducing myself.."

"Bastard..." Tsuzuki muttered through clenched teeth. He ignored Muraki for now, and quickly turned his attention back to Hisoka, crouching infront of the girl. "He didn't hurt you did he?"

"Mm...no, I'm fine." Hisoka whispered quietly, her weak and sick feeling had started to spread quickly over her body. It was as if the doctor had caused the fever's growth.

Tsuzuki continued, speaking ill of Muraki even as he stood beside them, a bit further away now. "That man's not to be trusted you understand? I don't ever want you to go near him again, ok?" Hisoka merely looked up at Tsuzuki, now a bit angry at his stern orders as they seemed to make her appear inferior to the student teacher.

"Do you understand me?!" Tsuzuki yelled out, his voice full of anger and worry for his new found friend. He knew just what Muraki was capible of, how he worked and what he would do the the girl, and he wouldn't allow it. "I said, do you understand me?!"

"Don't tell me what to do!" Hisoka shot out, the first bit of energy the girl had shown in quite a while. "I'm not helpless! You don't have to protect me like I'm a little kid!!" Quickly she stood and forced Tsuzuki back, freeing herself before running off down the hallway as she had done before, leaving the distraut Tsuzuki with Muraki.

Tsuzuki pulled himself from the floor and watched her leave, already he was growing tired of her closed heart. A quick reminder of the doctor standing behind him forced Tsuzuki to spin around and face the man, a strong expression of hatred on his face. "Don't you go near her again.."

Muraki simply smiled almost lovingly at Tsuzuki. "Tsuzuki-san protecting his lover...how sweet."

------End.

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Oooo, the cliffhangers. ^__^ Hope it wasn't too long and boring and sucky. x.x I couldn't resist! Inspiration for chapter 3 is building..but some nice reviews would really boost all that. So lemme know what you all think. Arigatou!!