My Only Correct Decision
[Chapter 2: Talk With Wine]
In this evening, nothing disturbs the tranquility. Everything seems so perfect—like the time before a raging storm. A storm it will be on the next coming days. However, let us now focus on young general Hisoka Kurosaki.
"A day like no other…no Muraki to worry about." Hisoka sighed loudly inside the room with Watari. "Ne, shouldn't you be calling him with respect?" Watari bounced on the balls of his feet upon saying his comment about how Hisoka addressed the king.
"No. He deserves to be called that way," he replied dryly and headed for the door continuing, "I'll see you then. And please, don't let me find the place transformed into one of your 'latest inventions', okay?"
"Sir, yes sir!!!!" Watari's bright voice grated inside Hisoka's ears. Never mind about it since we are now moving outside the castle…
"Tencho? Aa, general Hisoka, he is not around. I am so sorry for the inconvenience." The lovely girl behind the shop counter name Aeiza smiled after apologizing. She was tending a bar recently opened, successful mainly because of her. Such a sweet, young woman that even snappy Hisoka cannot scratch his claws at her (rumors are known that a young general of the king had a 'certain' affection for her).
"I will get you a drink instead. Do you mind waiting for Tencho?" she asked while pulling a crystal wineglass for Hisoka's use.
"Iie. I'll wait for him—and thank you as always."
The wine Hisoka glimmered purple under the mellow glow of the candle. Such sweet and tangy taste filled his mouth as he sipped the liquor. Somehow, this liquid did help him loosen up a little—though when speaking of wines and spirits, he would be your sleepover guest if you force him to drink more than a tiny glass. The clear crystal touched his lips and suddenly it reminded him of something.
A sudden thought passed through his brain, Tsuzuki Asato-desu…I am sorry but I cannot tell you about what I know about them.
Who was that man?
"I did not know you also come here." That voice, Hisoka cannot be mistaken, that man… "Hai…Tsuzuki-san."
"Good to see you here." Tsuzuki smiled as he removed his heavy overcoat, "What brings you here?"
"Oh me? I…I…" Those bright amethyst eyes caught the bright emerald ones; the owner sank, mesmerized, unable to complete his statement. They were so alluring he could not rip his eyes off Asato-san's.
"Daijoubu da?" Tsuzuki asked slowly after seeing Hisoka gaping at him like some jellyfish.
"H-hai…gomen. You come here often, Tsuzuki-san?"
"Yes. I'm actually here for a nice chat with the owner of this bar." Tsuzuki replied simply after which he settled beside the light-haired man, "But since you're here and we met yesterday, we might as well talk."
"What a coincidence. I am also here to talk to Hijiri. Some déjà vu, you may call it." Hisoka's lips turned into a small smile while sipping into his wineglass.
"Yes. So, I believe you have some important business with Hijiri—he may know the reason why your power—rather your strength is wiry, am I correct?" Tsuzuki nonchalantly asked to Hisoka.
"Nani?"
"Nada, your powers." Tsuzuki told as he noticed a brow of Hisoka in danger of disappearing because of its great altitude. "Do not hide it, I know it anyhow."
So here, we discover a little secret of Hisoka, magical capability. Whatever this may be, we will find out after some time (com on, you know it ;P).
"I need it badly but— it is impossible…" the deep voice faded slightly as if he kept a part of his sentence be revealed. However, Hisoka was sharp and noticed this. Because of this uncertainty in his voice, Hisoka became curious. He had the right to anyway, since it was his duty as a member of the king's soldiers to make sure that no individual abuse such gifts for personal gain; although his superior was also doing the same.
"I believe I also need it. However for what purpose do you necessitate it?" Hisoka tried his best so that he wouldn't sound too curious and not to alarm unknowing Tsuzuki.
"We are to launch a faction. It would be of great help if I can use my abilities as a gifted."
At this reply, Kurosaki Hisoka's eyes widened, a small realization dawning. He just found one of the rebels off-guard. Certainly, this was bad, and Tsuzuki immediately realized this since he immediately mirrored Hisoka's shock. He realized he just made a big mistake that he told Hisoka something that must be kept confidential.
"Are you serious? Do you know the consequences of what you are doing?" Hisoka angrily asked, not minding that the whole lot of people inside the bar was already listening to them.
"Yes."
"Idiot! You do not know what is in store for you once you step inside the fortresses and launch a faction!"
"What do you know anyway? Why would you care? I believe you are one of those who do not care for this kingdom's future!" Tsuzuki heatedly replied to the younger man. Nevertheless, Hisoka reprimanded, "I do care since I am the head of the cavalry sentries. I know very much the wrath of the king."
Everyone were stunned by Hisoka's open reply, matched by fiery green eyes. "I do not want any of the people get involved directly with the king…because…he is not…agreeable."
With that, Hisoka left the bar and ran far as he possibly can. It felt strange that he felt such a shrap stab in his chest after yelling at Tsuzuki.
He had sensed a feeling in the dark haired man, an awareness of fear, pain mixed with intense trepidation. He could feel and sense emotions and it did hurt him to feel that man, Tsuzuki. It is true that the man was gifted and this gift caused him much pain. The reason was uncertain but it felt horrible.
At this, Hisoka stopped by under a tree and let his tears flow freely. Why did he suddenly feel Tsuzuki's emotions? Why?
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"Why, Tsuzuki, in God's name did you tell him about our plot?!" Tatsumi fumingly asked Tsuzuki back at Carmichael hall.
"It is no use hiding it from him, Tatsumi-san. That man is an empath."
"Still you could have avoided him."
"Yes, but—" Tsuzuki tried to reason with his superior, but found it quite a hard battle.
"No buts. What will you do if at this moment he burts inside and chrage you of rebellion?" Tatsumi asked hard, making sure Tsuzuki absorbed the very mistake he'd done.
"But Tatsumi, he knows something about the king that we do not know!" A hurt Asato replied and dashed outside of the large halls out into the darkness of the night.
Tatsumi just sighed with much worry over Tsuzuki. He knew he had hurt the feelings of the person he valued most, but it was for the best. Now, he did not know what to do.
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"Tsuzuki?" A light voice asked, he knew it was behind him, but it doesn't matter. He did not know how far he had gotten from Carmichael hall and he was still hurt at Tatsumi's anger at him. It was his fault alright, but he did not have to be raging with anger.
"Tsuzuki?" again it asked, who was he? He lifted his head from his knees, his eyes still blurred by the unstoppable tears that suddenly burst from him. There Tsuzuki let the voice call him as het sat underneath the darkness the tree gave. The person was no other than Kurosaki Hisoka kneeling beside him.
"I-I am sorry for what I have said earlier at the bar. I created such a scene," Hisoka apologized at Tsuzuki. However, the man seemed not to understand what he just said. Tsuzuki just remained sitting on the ground.
"I'm so sorry, Tsuz…." The last of the sentence broke after the dark-haired man pulled Hisoka closer for a tight embrace. The young general did not know how to react at this and he just remained in his position.
"Why?".
[To be continued…]
author's notes:
1. regarding Hisoka in the previous chapter, I referred him in some parts a 'king'(about 4x in the story) though I already changed that—I am so sorry about that error. If you want, you people can re-read it (basically the same except with Hisoka's reference…if you are lazy to do so, never mind.)
2. 'tencho' means store owner
3. so what do you think about this story? Please do review and hopefully I will keep up to my vow to finish this fanfic. Maybe you guys are curious about Hisoka and Tsuzuki right now…what will they do? (wink,wink :D ) And what's with the king? Find out in the next chapter!
4. Thank you to those who reviewed despite the errors I made in the previous chapter. Yes Sara (a.k.a. eggnog the rabid fangirl of Muraki), you may criticize this fanfic any way you want to. Again please review!
~ja!