Who Will Love You?
By: Teno Hikari
email: tenohikari@cs.com / teno_hikari@yahoo.com
Beta-Reader: Kaiser-chan (::glomps:: thank you-thank you-thank you!)
* Disclaimers: Yami no Matsuei is owned by everyone 'but' me. However, if I had a choice, I would own Tsuzuki, Muraki, Tatsumi, Oriya... Oh what the hell ::runs off with all the bishounen::
* Summary: AU. Follows the Family Heirloom Arc... or squeezed between it, I guess. Whatever.
* Warning: yaoi (m/m), angst, implied suicide-homicide-sex, gore; you know the stuff that life is all about.
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Chapter One
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Kazutaka...
How long have you watched him when he wasn't looking? How long have you followed him like a shadow, wondering what he thought about the world? How long have you marveled at his beauty, his perfection, and wondered what he would look like as an adult?
Innocent little Kazutaka, you think thoughtfully, watching him in the gardens under the moon. Your young master loves the roses you plant there, but he is always so nervous to ask if he can have some of them. Surely you would give them all if he only asked. But he hasn't; like you, those roses belong to his father.
Your current master is very possessive. He's wanted you badly enough to kill his own flesh and blood. It's understandable of course, and you can't help but wonder if his son would kill to for you someday. Doubtful. Little Kazutaka wants to be a doctor, a healer; he wants to save lives, not steal them. You need to rectify that.
"Looking at my doll again, Asato-san?"
Her voice almost makes you shiver. She snuck up on you - again - and you hate it. Turning around, you smile and bow politely as your master's wife graces you with her eerie, blood-chilling, presence.
There just isn't anything normal about a woman to walking around in a wedding dress dyed in black. When she isn't 'haunting' the manor or disturbing the servants, Muraki Senior's wife remained her room. She is entranced by Victorian dolls whom she thinks of as real people; often holding several tea parties with them a each day.
As bizarre as she is, you must mind your manners and acknowledge her as the lady of the house.
"Good evening," you say as she moves forward to stand by your side. In the shadows, both of you watch him now... both of you who want this boy for your own purposes. She knows what you want, but you haven't the slightest idea about her.
It irritates you. With her sensitive empathy she could read your feelings like an open book, despite the fact your mental shields are down most of the time. Then again, you're both very similar...
"My precious doll," Kazutaka's mother murmurs, still looking at her son, while stroking the golden wisps of a girl doll's hair. "Isn't he perfect?"
Kazutaka. Innocent. Beautiful. Flawless.
You don't reply out loud, but can't help but agree as you watch him examine the roses. He was is perfect with his platinum blonde hair, silver eyes, and lily-white skin. Unlike the boy's mother, you don't see him as a doll. Dolls are worthless.
Bidding the lady goodnight, you take your leave as the night calls for you. He calls for you. To kill or to play with, it doesn't matter. He won't be your master for long.
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You don't remember when you were admitted into that hospital all those years ago. Ironically, that place with it's confining walls and barred windows, was the only home that accepted you. Looked after you as your prone form lay immobile.
No. That isn't true. You had a home once.
'Neesan.'
She was both home and your family. You lost both the moment she faded from your life. It wasn't fair. Why did she have to be human? Why did you have to be different?
Their accusations still haunt you; despite the fact that she kept you sheltered, Neesan could never protect you. You're unnatural, Tsuzuki Asato. What kind of human being has an indestructible body and those oddly colored eyes?
Freak. Monster. Devil.
No matter how much you wanted to belong, people always kept their distance. Sometimes they would glare or ignore. What hurt the most was when they pretended to care. But you knew what was truth and what was a lie. The lies were always kind, even though they didn't ease the pain.
One day you snapped. You took your suppressed anger out on those who hated you... and even those who didn't know you existed. You killed on a whim and took the lives of men, women, children of all ages. The memories are still hazed over with red but they pale against your nightmares.
Everything after that was a blur in your memory. All you remember was waking up in your new 'home' with your current master's father tending to you. You don't remember when you went from experiment to lover, but somewhere in-between you became a murderer. You didn't mind, though. You already had the blood of a hundred people on your hands, what was a few hundred more?
Who could love someone like that?
Light penetrates the darkness and you find yourself staring into a pair of innocent silver eyes. So different but yet so similar to your own amethyst ones. Both are unnatural colors. Inhuman. Demonic.
Kazutaka...
Surely he knows by now, and you wonder how he deals with his nature. Does cry or curse the mirror whenever he sees his reflection? Do the other children at school tease or bully him? Well... you don't have to worry about the latter. Your young master can take care of himself... and at least he's not alone in the school yard. Watching your young master's back is the only reason why you tolerate Mibu Oriya.
You're jealous, aren't you? How childish. Kazutaka isn't your master, or your mate...
...Yet.
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Cold hands are upon your body the moment you walk through the master's bedroom door. Eagerly, they rip away the glasses that mask your unnatural plum colored eyes as warm lips press against your own. Instinctively you respond to the kiss, parting your lips and letting him explore.
It's a bit out of the ordinary, - your current master has always demonstrated perfect control until now. You do nothing as he strips away your clothes, leaving you naked in the dark. Well, not exactly dark. The moonlight filters in through the window, illuminating your pale skin while he smiles in appreciation.
He's never bothered to keep his compulsive infatuation for you a secret, not even when he was a boy. He used to watch you as his son does now, in the shadows, waiting for his time to come. You see the fear and anxiety in your master's eyes as he acknowledges this truth as well.
You know this won't last long, as his hardness presses against your thigh. His teeth nibble the sensitive skin of your earlobe as he whispers to you:.
"You are mine, and only mine." You know this, but accept the fact that he says it to remind himself.
'I am yours until the day you die.'
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Author's Notes
Short chapter, I know - I'm really trying to keep up with this story. Still not sure how long it will be... or how long I can write through Tsuzuki's POV. Well, anyway - review!
By: Teno Hikari
email: tenohikari@cs.com / teno_hikari@yahoo.com
Beta-Reader: Kaiser-chan (::glomps:: thank you-thank you-thank you!)
* Disclaimers: Yami no Matsuei is owned by everyone 'but' me. However, if I had a choice, I would own Tsuzuki, Muraki, Tatsumi, Oriya... Oh what the hell ::runs off with all the bishounen::
* Summary: AU. Follows the Family Heirloom Arc... or squeezed between it, I guess. Whatever.
* Warning: yaoi (m/m), angst, implied suicide-homicide-sex, gore; you know the stuff that life is all about.
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Chapter One
-------------------------------
Kazutaka...
How long have you watched him when he wasn't looking? How long have you followed him like a shadow, wondering what he thought about the world? How long have you marveled at his beauty, his perfection, and wondered what he would look like as an adult?
Innocent little Kazutaka, you think thoughtfully, watching him in the gardens under the moon. Your young master loves the roses you plant there, but he is always so nervous to ask if he can have some of them. Surely you would give them all if he only asked. But he hasn't; like you, those roses belong to his father.
Your current master is very possessive. He's wanted you badly enough to kill his own flesh and blood. It's understandable of course, and you can't help but wonder if his son would kill to for you someday. Doubtful. Little Kazutaka wants to be a doctor, a healer; he wants to save lives, not steal them. You need to rectify that.
"Looking at my doll again, Asato-san?"
Her voice almost makes you shiver. She snuck up on you - again - and you hate it. Turning around, you smile and bow politely as your master's wife graces you with her eerie, blood-chilling, presence.
There just isn't anything normal about a woman to walking around in a wedding dress dyed in black. When she isn't 'haunting' the manor or disturbing the servants, Muraki Senior's wife remained her room. She is entranced by Victorian dolls whom she thinks of as real people; often holding several tea parties with them a each day.
As bizarre as she is, you must mind your manners and acknowledge her as the lady of the house.
"Good evening," you say as she moves forward to stand by your side. In the shadows, both of you watch him now... both of you who want this boy for your own purposes. She knows what you want, but you haven't the slightest idea about her.
It irritates you. With her sensitive empathy she could read your feelings like an open book, despite the fact your mental shields are down most of the time. Then again, you're both very similar...
"My precious doll," Kazutaka's mother murmurs, still looking at her son, while stroking the golden wisps of a girl doll's hair. "Isn't he perfect?"
Kazutaka. Innocent. Beautiful. Flawless.
You don't reply out loud, but can't help but agree as you watch him examine the roses. He was is perfect with his platinum blonde hair, silver eyes, and lily-white skin. Unlike the boy's mother, you don't see him as a doll. Dolls are worthless.
Bidding the lady goodnight, you take your leave as the night calls for you. He calls for you. To kill or to play with, it doesn't matter. He won't be your master for long.
--------------------
You don't remember when you were admitted into that hospital all those years ago. Ironically, that place with it's confining walls and barred windows, was the only home that accepted you. Looked after you as your prone form lay immobile.
No. That isn't true. You had a home once.
'Neesan.'
She was both home and your family. You lost both the moment she faded from your life. It wasn't fair. Why did she have to be human? Why did you have to be different?
Their accusations still haunt you; despite the fact that she kept you sheltered, Neesan could never protect you. You're unnatural, Tsuzuki Asato. What kind of human being has an indestructible body and those oddly colored eyes?
Freak. Monster. Devil.
No matter how much you wanted to belong, people always kept their distance. Sometimes they would glare or ignore. What hurt the most was when they pretended to care. But you knew what was truth and what was a lie. The lies were always kind, even though they didn't ease the pain.
One day you snapped. You took your suppressed anger out on those who hated you... and even those who didn't know you existed. You killed on a whim and took the lives of men, women, children of all ages. The memories are still hazed over with red but they pale against your nightmares.
Everything after that was a blur in your memory. All you remember was waking up in your new 'home' with your current master's father tending to you. You don't remember when you went from experiment to lover, but somewhere in-between you became a murderer. You didn't mind, though. You already had the blood of a hundred people on your hands, what was a few hundred more?
Who could love someone like that?
Light penetrates the darkness and you find yourself staring into a pair of innocent silver eyes. So different but yet so similar to your own amethyst ones. Both are unnatural colors. Inhuman. Demonic.
Kazutaka...
Surely he knows by now, and you wonder how he deals with his nature. Does cry or curse the mirror whenever he sees his reflection? Do the other children at school tease or bully him? Well... you don't have to worry about the latter. Your young master can take care of himself... and at least he's not alone in the school yard. Watching your young master's back is the only reason why you tolerate Mibu Oriya.
You're jealous, aren't you? How childish. Kazutaka isn't your master, or your mate...
...Yet.
--------------------
Cold hands are upon your body the moment you walk through the master's bedroom door. Eagerly, they rip away the glasses that mask your unnatural plum colored eyes as warm lips press against your own. Instinctively you respond to the kiss, parting your lips and letting him explore.
It's a bit out of the ordinary, - your current master has always demonstrated perfect control until now. You do nothing as he strips away your clothes, leaving you naked in the dark. Well, not exactly dark. The moonlight filters in through the window, illuminating your pale skin while he smiles in appreciation.
He's never bothered to keep his compulsive infatuation for you a secret, not even when he was a boy. He used to watch you as his son does now, in the shadows, waiting for his time to come. You see the fear and anxiety in your master's eyes as he acknowledges this truth as well.
You know this won't last long, as his hardness presses against your thigh. His teeth nibble the sensitive skin of your earlobe as he whispers to you:.
"You are mine, and only mine." You know this, but accept the fact that he says it to remind himself.
'I am yours until the day you die.'
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Author's Notes
Short chapter, I know - I'm really trying to keep up with this story. Still not sure how long it will be... or how long I can write through Tsuzuki's POV. Well, anyway - review!