Whee!! On to part 2! If there are any mistakes please tell me! I tend to
write at 2:00 in the morning when my brain is at its most abstract.
Kuroi Yume (Black Dreams) Part 2
"That's enough Muraki, let him go." Muraki's head snapped up with the look of a predator ready to defend its prey. Hisoka also struggled to muster the energy to raise his head and get a look at the newcomer. His eyes followed a trail of movement as the person jumped down from atop a nearby gate. It was a boy wearing all black. His hair was as silver as Muraki's save for one thick black streak. He approached slowly but purposefully. "You've done enough poaching for one night." At this statement Muraki snarled.
"You have no claim on him. He is mine."
"I don't see your name written on him." Muraki let out a deep chuckle.
"Still using childish retorts against me?" One bone-white hand clamped around Hisoka's neck forcing his head up. The other slid up his stomach, pushing up his shirt and revealing the glowing red scars. Hisoka shivered in revulsion. "As you can see I have 'written my name on him' as you so asininely put it." The strange boy's eyes flickered for a moment before regaining their composure.
"I say it again, release him." Muraki was almost hissing at this point. Then a small smile came over his face.
"Have it your way then." Hisoka gasped as something slammed against his mental shields, forcing them down. His remaining strength was ripped away from him and he collapsed to the ground as Muraki let go of him. The doctor gave Hisoka one last leering grin before striding off into the shadows. The silver haired boy watched the doctor's retreating back for a while before kneeling carefully at Hisoka's side.
"Try to move lad." Hisoka tried to get his shaky limbs to obey. But the onslaught of a pounding headache prevented him. He whimpered.
"It hurts too much."
"Try." Hisoka willed himself to ignore the pain. He managed to get his arms under him before a spike of pain lanced through his head. He cried out softly, not wanting to give in. Wiry arms suddenly lifted him, Hisoka found himself staring into cloudy gray eyes.
"Sleep now lad." The strange boy's hand sought a spot on Hisoka's neck and pressed. Hisoka felt like he was falling as nothingness enveloped him. The black-clad youth looked up from the unconscious boy down the street where Muraki had disappeared. "So you wish to make things difficult for me? I think you underestimate him." With that he slung Hisoka over his shoulder and made his way down the dark street. The shadows closed after him.
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All except the remnants of the headache were gone by the time Hisoka opened his eyes. He was lying in the bed of a room he did not recognize. It was almost as bare as his apartment. No decorations or mementos decorated the walls. There was one dresser and a large gilded mirror. The only thing out of place was a small black jewelry box resting on a dark red bolt of cloth across the top of the dresser. Hisoka tried to rise from the bed only to find he couldn't move. It was if his limbs did not belong to him anymore. The only feeling he had was the leftovers of the headache and the smallest of aches right under his ribcage. He was pondering how he had come across the latter when he heard the door being opened softly. The strange boy stood just inside the doorway, closing it quietly behind him. Everything about him seemed quiet. He was still wearing black, now Hisoka realized why he had not seen him before he spoke to Muraki. His black turtleneck and jeans reflected no light. The boy padded softly over to the bed and stretched out a hand, obviously inviting Hisoka to grab hold of it. Hisoka looked at him hesitantly.
"I can't." As if to prove his point he tried his best to move his arms but could not manage to do it. A pale hand took hold of his and turned it over gently, checking for the pulse. Hisoka started to shake. He couldn't feel anything from the boy, nothing. It was as if he was a blank slate. "Who are you?"
"Rinjuu, Rinjuu Eien. Call me 'Rin'" He looked at Hisoka as if expecting a reply.
"Hisoka Kurosaki." Rin nodded and gently placed Hisoka's hand back on the bed.
"You are feeling better?" Hisoka nodded.
" I still have the remnants of a headache, and my chest hurts but otherwise I am fine."
"Rest will cure you of the headache and as for the other, I carried you all the way here. Your chest is probably slightly bruised." Rin turned and started to leave.
"Rin," Hisoka bit his lip as the boy paused at the doorway. "I should be heading back home soon. My friends will worry about me." Rin turned and fixed him with a gray-eyed stare.
"You cannot leave just yet. But you may try." With that Rin was gone, the door smoothly shutting behind him. Hisoka was left alone with his worries.
Author's note: Sorry this chapter is short. No, Rin is not an anime character. He belongs to my twisted mind. Do not fear! The angst will begin shortly! I have it all planned in my head, it's just getting there that is the problem.
Kuroi Yume (Black Dreams) Part 2
"That's enough Muraki, let him go." Muraki's head snapped up with the look of a predator ready to defend its prey. Hisoka also struggled to muster the energy to raise his head and get a look at the newcomer. His eyes followed a trail of movement as the person jumped down from atop a nearby gate. It was a boy wearing all black. His hair was as silver as Muraki's save for one thick black streak. He approached slowly but purposefully. "You've done enough poaching for one night." At this statement Muraki snarled.
"You have no claim on him. He is mine."
"I don't see your name written on him." Muraki let out a deep chuckle.
"Still using childish retorts against me?" One bone-white hand clamped around Hisoka's neck forcing his head up. The other slid up his stomach, pushing up his shirt and revealing the glowing red scars. Hisoka shivered in revulsion. "As you can see I have 'written my name on him' as you so asininely put it." The strange boy's eyes flickered for a moment before regaining their composure.
"I say it again, release him." Muraki was almost hissing at this point. Then a small smile came over his face.
"Have it your way then." Hisoka gasped as something slammed against his mental shields, forcing them down. His remaining strength was ripped away from him and he collapsed to the ground as Muraki let go of him. The doctor gave Hisoka one last leering grin before striding off into the shadows. The silver haired boy watched the doctor's retreating back for a while before kneeling carefully at Hisoka's side.
"Try to move lad." Hisoka tried to get his shaky limbs to obey. But the onslaught of a pounding headache prevented him. He whimpered.
"It hurts too much."
"Try." Hisoka willed himself to ignore the pain. He managed to get his arms under him before a spike of pain lanced through his head. He cried out softly, not wanting to give in. Wiry arms suddenly lifted him, Hisoka found himself staring into cloudy gray eyes.
"Sleep now lad." The strange boy's hand sought a spot on Hisoka's neck and pressed. Hisoka felt like he was falling as nothingness enveloped him. The black-clad youth looked up from the unconscious boy down the street where Muraki had disappeared. "So you wish to make things difficult for me? I think you underestimate him." With that he slung Hisoka over his shoulder and made his way down the dark street. The shadows closed after him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~~~~~
All except the remnants of the headache were gone by the time Hisoka opened his eyes. He was lying in the bed of a room he did not recognize. It was almost as bare as his apartment. No decorations or mementos decorated the walls. There was one dresser and a large gilded mirror. The only thing out of place was a small black jewelry box resting on a dark red bolt of cloth across the top of the dresser. Hisoka tried to rise from the bed only to find he couldn't move. It was if his limbs did not belong to him anymore. The only feeling he had was the leftovers of the headache and the smallest of aches right under his ribcage. He was pondering how he had come across the latter when he heard the door being opened softly. The strange boy stood just inside the doorway, closing it quietly behind him. Everything about him seemed quiet. He was still wearing black, now Hisoka realized why he had not seen him before he spoke to Muraki. His black turtleneck and jeans reflected no light. The boy padded softly over to the bed and stretched out a hand, obviously inviting Hisoka to grab hold of it. Hisoka looked at him hesitantly.
"I can't." As if to prove his point he tried his best to move his arms but could not manage to do it. A pale hand took hold of his and turned it over gently, checking for the pulse. Hisoka started to shake. He couldn't feel anything from the boy, nothing. It was as if he was a blank slate. "Who are you?"
"Rinjuu, Rinjuu Eien. Call me 'Rin'" He looked at Hisoka as if expecting a reply.
"Hisoka Kurosaki." Rin nodded and gently placed Hisoka's hand back on the bed.
"You are feeling better?" Hisoka nodded.
" I still have the remnants of a headache, and my chest hurts but otherwise I am fine."
"Rest will cure you of the headache and as for the other, I carried you all the way here. Your chest is probably slightly bruised." Rin turned and started to leave.
"Rin," Hisoka bit his lip as the boy paused at the doorway. "I should be heading back home soon. My friends will worry about me." Rin turned and fixed him with a gray-eyed stare.
"You cannot leave just yet. But you may try." With that Rin was gone, the door smoothly shutting behind him. Hisoka was left alone with his worries.
Author's note: Sorry this chapter is short. No, Rin is not an anime character. He belongs to my twisted mind. Do not fear! The angst will begin shortly! I have it all planned in my head, it's just getting there that is the problem.
