Kimitha: It's supposed to switch back and forth between Tsuzuki's point of
view and Hisoka's point of view. In some parts it might not make since if
you accidentally skip one of their points of views
Panatlantic: It's a Tsuzuki/Hisoka pairing. I'm glad that you will take any pairing.
K-chan: I'm trying to write more but with school and everything it's hard to write a lot. Hopefully I can keep the story going.
Hiniku no kotsuzui: I tried to slow down and put more detail in but I'm not sure if I put in enough.
strawberyfansz: yupyup ^^x;; Tsuzuki has to not only save hiso-chan from muraki but also from himself.
Asidian: I'm also a fan of Hiso-chan torture. I love angst =]
yamatoforever: I tried to post before this but I had computer difficulties and writers block ^^x;;
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Disclaimer: Yami no Matsuei or any other characters used in this story so far do not belong to me.
"Wake up!" Watari screams as he shakes me, trying to wake me up.
"murph..." I reply as I turn over, reluctant to get up.
"Not enough sleep last night?" Tatsumi asks me.
"Bad dream" I say as I sit up, moving slowly because it's so early in the morning (for me).
"Hurry up, or we're going to finish the coffee without you!!" Watari yells from the other room.
I speed up and change as quickly as I can. I walk into the other room just in time to see Watari pour me a cup of coffee. I drink my coffee (if you could call it coffee, mostly cream and sugar) just in time to have Tatsumi burst in and exclaim that we should be working.
"Okay, okay." He really needs a hobby, are my thoughts as I grab my jacket and head out the door.
*~*~*~*
The sun blared into my eyes as I awoke, teasing me with how it shines with all that heat and light while I'm stuck in this cold cell that is filled with both natural and unnatural shadows. Shadows that I doubt would be vanquished even if the bright sun could reach their depths.
Thoughts of the night before reach into my head as I think about these things.
Who's going to rescue me?
Will I be rescued?
Or will I die?
When is he coming back?
I should let him kill me.
What will happen when I die?
It's not like anyone would miss me.
The last thought that I think scares me the most.
I should end it all right now.
I try to push those thoughts out of my mind. I don't succeed though. I can never fully push them out of mind. I can only push them past the barriers. I learned long ago that there were certain barriers to each mind. Because of my knowledge of these barriers, my barriers become stronger. I know that somewhere behind those barriers there is knowledge that I would like to know. Knowledge that has been long forgotten. The knowledge of who I am. I can't remember who I was before I was here. All I can remember is this cell of cold and dark, always looking for a means of an escape and always waiting for someone who must have known me from before to finally notice that I'm gone and come to my rescue. It's been two years. I'm still waiting.
I'm glad I have these barriers. If I didn't have them these, thoughts would torment me for all time. If I didn't have these barriers I probably would have gone insane from thinking so much. When you're all alone you tend to sit in silence and think. I've had two years of silence. Getting lost in thought always has a reoccurrence. I'm not sure if I got lost in thought before I was here, but I think it probably got worse by being here. Sometimes I get so lost that I can't find my way back to reality. It's terrifying to get stuck in your own mind. To be stuck inside my mind is probably the worst thing that could happen to me.
Another thing that I love about my barriers is that I can hide my terrors behind them. Especially from him. I can't remember when I learned that I had to hide my terrors. I think it was an instinct from before. I can hide when tormented by him. When he wants to have fun with me. I can also hide my dreams of those times. Having to hide my dreams has become so natural to me that once I wake up from a nightmare it seems natural to push them beyond my barriers.
Suddenly I remember what I thought last night before I went to sleep. He's going to take me with him. This is my chance. I'll try to escape tonight.
With that thought I'm lost in thought once more and waited for tonight. The night of the blood-red moon.
*~*~*~*
"URG!" I yell frustrated as I sit down on the bench. "We've been searching for hours and we still haven't found anything!"
It's true. We had all been searching for about eight hours and still haven't found one clue that would lead them to a suspect.
"Don't give up now!" Watari says to me. It's always what Watari does, trying to keep your hopes up when your frustrated or confused.
"The murderer could be right under our noses and we wouldn't know it!" I say, ignoring Watari's efforts.
"The next victim could be right under our noses now too, so we have to keep looking!"
He has a point there. He always is the smart one.
"Fine," I say exasperated. "Where should we look next?"
"Let's see..." Watari says as he looks at the map he's holding. All the places that they have checked are crossed out with little red X's.
"Have we gone downtown yet?" asks Tatsumi.
"Nope, let's try there," Watari answers after a quick look at the map that is almost fully covered in X's
We start walking down the street that leads downtown. There is a large change between uptown and downtown. I find this out as I walk down that street. After walking a while, the streets get smaller and the abandoned building that pass by are becoming more and more frequent. People roam the streets some looking like they want to leave so much that they look like they're sprinting. Others roam aimlessly about, stopping every so often to ask for money from the sprinters.
We go around asking people if they've seen anyone new or anything strange that was going on. After walking around and asking people these questions for 3 hours Watari and I give up.
"What do we have left?" I ask Watari
"All we have left is uptown." Watari answers.
As we walk back to that street that leads to uptown the sun starts to set. The sprinters are now scarce and the roamers have almost all disappeared.
"It looks like the murderer will kill again tonight." Tatsumi states.
"What?" Watari asks as we both turn towards Tatsumi.
Our questions are answered as we see him. Eyes toward the sky, he stares up into the blue-black sky. There are no stars out but the red moon gives off enough light to take their place.
*~*~*~*
The creak of the door startles me as he enters the cell. Being ripped back to the present after being lost in my own mind so long surprises me. He walks across the room, silver hair reflecting what little light that shines in from the red moon.
"Hello, my puppet..." He says leaning down to me and kissing me. I want to back away or struggle. But I can't. I can't move. Damn Him. He probably used a spell or something to keep me here while he has his "fun".
When he finally pulls back he smiles his little cat smile, more like a smirk than a smile but seeing an actual smile on his face must be terrifying. To think of what evil he would do that would make him fully smile.
He puts some clothes on my bed and waits for me to change. Hentai kisama.
"You should change, people might get suspicious," he tells me still waiting for me to change right in front of him.
I pick up the clothes and examine them. A pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Wonderful. He gives me just enough clothes to not be stared at in public, but also gives me enough clothes to be rid of in a short time. I hate him. I start changing into the clothes that he has given me, ignoring the fact that he is watching me very intently as I change.
"You look so beautiful, my puppet.."
I hate him.
"Let's go.." he says as he opens the heavy door for me.
As I come out of my cell I see that it is disguised as a normal room. The door looks the same as all the other doors on the outside but from inside it's heavy and hardly distinguishable from the cement walls.
His hand on my shoulder snaps me back from my exploration. He pushes me to the front door, and then leads me out. As I continue my exploration outside I find out that we're definitely in a very respectful place. The tall buildings and large expensive houses tower over us. He starts leading me through the crowds of people on the street. I feel like an outcast. My pale skin and small, thin form is so different from all the well-fed citizens that have been tanned from the sun unconsciously over their life times. I feel so different. Being different is not always a bad thing but not the best thing to feel when one hasn't seen many people in so long.
I can tell that he's searching for someone. Someone to sacrifice to the red moon. He enjoys killing the young. He usually prefers males but will also willingly kill females. As long as the demanding moon gets a sacrifice, he is pleased. I am his only exception. Why does he keep me? I asked him that once. I asked him why he didn't kill me. He just replied that I was too beautiful to kill. That my face would look more beautiful if it was stained in blood. That I was most beautiful when I was broken. Those types of conversations with him scare me. They are pushed beyond my barriers like all the other information.
"Where are we?" I ask him as we keep walking through the crowd.
"We're uptown," he answers me
*~*~*~*
"How much longer do we have to walk?" I ask Watari. We'd been walking for half and hour and we still haven't got there.
"We should be there anytime now." Watari says as he looks at his map. "We just have to find the sakura trees at the front and then we'll be there."
We all keep our eyes peeled for the sakura grove as we walk down the streets.
"Is that it?" Tatsumi points to a large bunch of sakura tree's of in the distance.
"I think so," Watari says truthfully.
We all make our way down to our destination. The sakura grove is large and the petals rain down like soft pink snow. As we enter the town we see the large expensive houses with overdone gardens. There are also many tall buildings and little shops that are scattered around the streets. There are more people here than downtown at night because it's safer here at night than downtown. Hell, it's always safer here than downtown.
A high-pitched scream filled the air and we all turned to the direction that the scream came from. We see a girl struggling and trying to get away from a man. Quickly he pulls out a knife and slits her throat, cutting of her scream abruptly. The man stiffens as he sees us and in the blink of an eye he disappears.
"That was the murderer. Damnit. Did anyone see his face? Watari asks us.
"No," Tatsumi and I both answer him.
After sitting in silence for a while, I hear something that sounds like someone crying and trying to hide their presence by trying to muffle it.
"Do you hear that?" I ask Tatsumi and Watari.
After I hear that the muffled sobs stop. I turn to the direction that they're coming from. Sitting in the dark shadows is a boy. As my eyes travel towards he quickly stands up and tries to run away. I run after him and grab his wrist. When I grab his eyes widen in fear and he stiffens. After turning around and getting a look at my face his eyes widen as much as possible and then he falls limp in my arms.
As I carry him out to where a shocked Watari and Tatsumi are standing I finally get to see his face. His pale face is bruised and he has dark circles underneath his eyes. 'He looks so familiar,' I think and then I realize where I know him from. He's the boy. The boy from my dreams.
"Tsuzuki?" Watari asks me pulling me out of my thoughts.
"I can't just leave him there," I tell him.
"He probably saw what happened. We should bring him back to the hotel and question him when he wakes up."
And with that we started to travel back to the hotel.
*~*~*~*
As he started following the girl I knew that he had found his next victim. He followed her into the sakura grove. I don't know what it is but the sakura trees gave me a bad feeling. It felt like I had been there or at least somewhere similar.
At last she noticed that someone was following her and she turned around. As she did this Muraki smirked and suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. Her eyes widened in fear as he did this.
It was too much too handle. There was too many emotions. All of them felt familiar but it was still too much.
Fear: The girl's fear of not surviving
Anger: Muraki's anger towards all people.
Joy: Muraki's joy in taking a life.
It was all too much. All too familiar.
This is my chance. My chance.... for freedom.
With that thought I ran away hoping that Muraki would not notice me disappear into the shadows.
The emotions had decreased slightly from the distance but now I could feel more.
Exhaustion
confusion
sadness
It wasn't very much but it was still there. I have been around Muraki enough time to tell that he is rarely confused. Muraki? Was that his name? That is more information that has escaped my barriers.
If it's not Muraki then who is it. I look around to source of these emotions. In the distance I see three men. I am glad of the distance between us. I would be all right around the tallest. I cannot feel any emotion coming from him but the other two I would not be able to stand. The one with the long blond hair is emanating such a true happiness that it makes my head hurt just to think of it. I feel pity for the other one. I can see his amethyst eyes fill with sadness as he watches Muraki and the girl but the emotions that he was giving of was that of a fake happiness. Something to cover the hardships of his life.
Suddenly Muraki notices that they are watching and quickly slits her throat and leaves. All three men run up to about where I am. I pray that they do not find me. I have been away from people so long that I don't know how they act. Silently I start crying softly. I try to stop but I can't.
"Do you hear that?"
I suddenly stop crying.
They heard me. They've found me.
As quickly as I can I stand up and start running. The amethyst eyed man runs after me and grabs my wrist.
Good god.
There is so much emotion. Too many emotions. Too many at the same time.
sadness
fear
fake happiness
pain
One last emotion goes through my head as my barriers shatter.
Abandonment
And the world fades into darkness.
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::::writes "I'll try to post faster next time" 100 times on a black board:::::
I'm really sorry that I haven't posted lately. I'll try to post faster this time.
Panatlantic: It's a Tsuzuki/Hisoka pairing. I'm glad that you will take any pairing.
K-chan: I'm trying to write more but with school and everything it's hard to write a lot. Hopefully I can keep the story going.
Hiniku no kotsuzui: I tried to slow down and put more detail in but I'm not sure if I put in enough.
strawberyfansz: yupyup ^^x;; Tsuzuki has to not only save hiso-chan from muraki but also from himself.
Asidian: I'm also a fan of Hiso-chan torture. I love angst =]
yamatoforever: I tried to post before this but I had computer difficulties and writers block ^^x;;
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Disclaimer: Yami no Matsuei or any other characters used in this story so far do not belong to me.
"Wake up!" Watari screams as he shakes me, trying to wake me up.
"murph..." I reply as I turn over, reluctant to get up.
"Not enough sleep last night?" Tatsumi asks me.
"Bad dream" I say as I sit up, moving slowly because it's so early in the morning (for me).
"Hurry up, or we're going to finish the coffee without you!!" Watari yells from the other room.
I speed up and change as quickly as I can. I walk into the other room just in time to see Watari pour me a cup of coffee. I drink my coffee (if you could call it coffee, mostly cream and sugar) just in time to have Tatsumi burst in and exclaim that we should be working.
"Okay, okay." He really needs a hobby, are my thoughts as I grab my jacket and head out the door.
*~*~*~*
The sun blared into my eyes as I awoke, teasing me with how it shines with all that heat and light while I'm stuck in this cold cell that is filled with both natural and unnatural shadows. Shadows that I doubt would be vanquished even if the bright sun could reach their depths.
Thoughts of the night before reach into my head as I think about these things.
Who's going to rescue me?
Will I be rescued?
Or will I die?
When is he coming back?
I should let him kill me.
What will happen when I die?
It's not like anyone would miss me.
The last thought that I think scares me the most.
I should end it all right now.
I try to push those thoughts out of my mind. I don't succeed though. I can never fully push them out of mind. I can only push them past the barriers. I learned long ago that there were certain barriers to each mind. Because of my knowledge of these barriers, my barriers become stronger. I know that somewhere behind those barriers there is knowledge that I would like to know. Knowledge that has been long forgotten. The knowledge of who I am. I can't remember who I was before I was here. All I can remember is this cell of cold and dark, always looking for a means of an escape and always waiting for someone who must have known me from before to finally notice that I'm gone and come to my rescue. It's been two years. I'm still waiting.
I'm glad I have these barriers. If I didn't have them these, thoughts would torment me for all time. If I didn't have these barriers I probably would have gone insane from thinking so much. When you're all alone you tend to sit in silence and think. I've had two years of silence. Getting lost in thought always has a reoccurrence. I'm not sure if I got lost in thought before I was here, but I think it probably got worse by being here. Sometimes I get so lost that I can't find my way back to reality. It's terrifying to get stuck in your own mind. To be stuck inside my mind is probably the worst thing that could happen to me.
Another thing that I love about my barriers is that I can hide my terrors behind them. Especially from him. I can't remember when I learned that I had to hide my terrors. I think it was an instinct from before. I can hide when tormented by him. When he wants to have fun with me. I can also hide my dreams of those times. Having to hide my dreams has become so natural to me that once I wake up from a nightmare it seems natural to push them beyond my barriers.
Suddenly I remember what I thought last night before I went to sleep. He's going to take me with him. This is my chance. I'll try to escape tonight.
With that thought I'm lost in thought once more and waited for tonight. The night of the blood-red moon.
*~*~*~*
"URG!" I yell frustrated as I sit down on the bench. "We've been searching for hours and we still haven't found anything!"
It's true. We had all been searching for about eight hours and still haven't found one clue that would lead them to a suspect.
"Don't give up now!" Watari says to me. It's always what Watari does, trying to keep your hopes up when your frustrated or confused.
"The murderer could be right under our noses and we wouldn't know it!" I say, ignoring Watari's efforts.
"The next victim could be right under our noses now too, so we have to keep looking!"
He has a point there. He always is the smart one.
"Fine," I say exasperated. "Where should we look next?"
"Let's see..." Watari says as he looks at the map he's holding. All the places that they have checked are crossed out with little red X's.
"Have we gone downtown yet?" asks Tatsumi.
"Nope, let's try there," Watari answers after a quick look at the map that is almost fully covered in X's
We start walking down the street that leads downtown. There is a large change between uptown and downtown. I find this out as I walk down that street. After walking a while, the streets get smaller and the abandoned building that pass by are becoming more and more frequent. People roam the streets some looking like they want to leave so much that they look like they're sprinting. Others roam aimlessly about, stopping every so often to ask for money from the sprinters.
We go around asking people if they've seen anyone new or anything strange that was going on. After walking around and asking people these questions for 3 hours Watari and I give up.
"What do we have left?" I ask Watari
"All we have left is uptown." Watari answers.
As we walk back to that street that leads to uptown the sun starts to set. The sprinters are now scarce and the roamers have almost all disappeared.
"It looks like the murderer will kill again tonight." Tatsumi states.
"What?" Watari asks as we both turn towards Tatsumi.
Our questions are answered as we see him. Eyes toward the sky, he stares up into the blue-black sky. There are no stars out but the red moon gives off enough light to take their place.
*~*~*~*
The creak of the door startles me as he enters the cell. Being ripped back to the present after being lost in my own mind so long surprises me. He walks across the room, silver hair reflecting what little light that shines in from the red moon.
"Hello, my puppet..." He says leaning down to me and kissing me. I want to back away or struggle. But I can't. I can't move. Damn Him. He probably used a spell or something to keep me here while he has his "fun".
When he finally pulls back he smiles his little cat smile, more like a smirk than a smile but seeing an actual smile on his face must be terrifying. To think of what evil he would do that would make him fully smile.
He puts some clothes on my bed and waits for me to change. Hentai kisama.
"You should change, people might get suspicious," he tells me still waiting for me to change right in front of him.
I pick up the clothes and examine them. A pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Wonderful. He gives me just enough clothes to not be stared at in public, but also gives me enough clothes to be rid of in a short time. I hate him. I start changing into the clothes that he has given me, ignoring the fact that he is watching me very intently as I change.
"You look so beautiful, my puppet.."
I hate him.
"Let's go.." he says as he opens the heavy door for me.
As I come out of my cell I see that it is disguised as a normal room. The door looks the same as all the other doors on the outside but from inside it's heavy and hardly distinguishable from the cement walls.
His hand on my shoulder snaps me back from my exploration. He pushes me to the front door, and then leads me out. As I continue my exploration outside I find out that we're definitely in a very respectful place. The tall buildings and large expensive houses tower over us. He starts leading me through the crowds of people on the street. I feel like an outcast. My pale skin and small, thin form is so different from all the well-fed citizens that have been tanned from the sun unconsciously over their life times. I feel so different. Being different is not always a bad thing but not the best thing to feel when one hasn't seen many people in so long.
I can tell that he's searching for someone. Someone to sacrifice to the red moon. He enjoys killing the young. He usually prefers males but will also willingly kill females. As long as the demanding moon gets a sacrifice, he is pleased. I am his only exception. Why does he keep me? I asked him that once. I asked him why he didn't kill me. He just replied that I was too beautiful to kill. That my face would look more beautiful if it was stained in blood. That I was most beautiful when I was broken. Those types of conversations with him scare me. They are pushed beyond my barriers like all the other information.
"Where are we?" I ask him as we keep walking through the crowd.
"We're uptown," he answers me
*~*~*~*
"How much longer do we have to walk?" I ask Watari. We'd been walking for half and hour and we still haven't got there.
"We should be there anytime now." Watari says as he looks at his map. "We just have to find the sakura trees at the front and then we'll be there."
We all keep our eyes peeled for the sakura grove as we walk down the streets.
"Is that it?" Tatsumi points to a large bunch of sakura tree's of in the distance.
"I think so," Watari says truthfully.
We all make our way down to our destination. The sakura grove is large and the petals rain down like soft pink snow. As we enter the town we see the large expensive houses with overdone gardens. There are also many tall buildings and little shops that are scattered around the streets. There are more people here than downtown at night because it's safer here at night than downtown. Hell, it's always safer here than downtown.
A high-pitched scream filled the air and we all turned to the direction that the scream came from. We see a girl struggling and trying to get away from a man. Quickly he pulls out a knife and slits her throat, cutting of her scream abruptly. The man stiffens as he sees us and in the blink of an eye he disappears.
"That was the murderer. Damnit. Did anyone see his face? Watari asks us.
"No," Tatsumi and I both answer him.
After sitting in silence for a while, I hear something that sounds like someone crying and trying to hide their presence by trying to muffle it.
"Do you hear that?" I ask Tatsumi and Watari.
After I hear that the muffled sobs stop. I turn to the direction that they're coming from. Sitting in the dark shadows is a boy. As my eyes travel towards he quickly stands up and tries to run away. I run after him and grab his wrist. When I grab his eyes widen in fear and he stiffens. After turning around and getting a look at my face his eyes widen as much as possible and then he falls limp in my arms.
As I carry him out to where a shocked Watari and Tatsumi are standing I finally get to see his face. His pale face is bruised and he has dark circles underneath his eyes. 'He looks so familiar,' I think and then I realize where I know him from. He's the boy. The boy from my dreams.
"Tsuzuki?" Watari asks me pulling me out of my thoughts.
"I can't just leave him there," I tell him.
"He probably saw what happened. We should bring him back to the hotel and question him when he wakes up."
And with that we started to travel back to the hotel.
*~*~*~*
As he started following the girl I knew that he had found his next victim. He followed her into the sakura grove. I don't know what it is but the sakura trees gave me a bad feeling. It felt like I had been there or at least somewhere similar.
At last she noticed that someone was following her and she turned around. As she did this Muraki smirked and suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. Her eyes widened in fear as he did this.
It was too much too handle. There was too many emotions. All of them felt familiar but it was still too much.
Fear: The girl's fear of not surviving
Anger: Muraki's anger towards all people.
Joy: Muraki's joy in taking a life.
It was all too much. All too familiar.
This is my chance. My chance.... for freedom.
With that thought I ran away hoping that Muraki would not notice me disappear into the shadows.
The emotions had decreased slightly from the distance but now I could feel more.
Exhaustion
confusion
sadness
It wasn't very much but it was still there. I have been around Muraki enough time to tell that he is rarely confused. Muraki? Was that his name? That is more information that has escaped my barriers.
If it's not Muraki then who is it. I look around to source of these emotions. In the distance I see three men. I am glad of the distance between us. I would be all right around the tallest. I cannot feel any emotion coming from him but the other two I would not be able to stand. The one with the long blond hair is emanating such a true happiness that it makes my head hurt just to think of it. I feel pity for the other one. I can see his amethyst eyes fill with sadness as he watches Muraki and the girl but the emotions that he was giving of was that of a fake happiness. Something to cover the hardships of his life.
Suddenly Muraki notices that they are watching and quickly slits her throat and leaves. All three men run up to about where I am. I pray that they do not find me. I have been away from people so long that I don't know how they act. Silently I start crying softly. I try to stop but I can't.
"Do you hear that?"
I suddenly stop crying.
They heard me. They've found me.
As quickly as I can I stand up and start running. The amethyst eyed man runs after me and grabs my wrist.
Good god.
There is so much emotion. Too many emotions. Too many at the same time.
sadness
fear
fake happiness
pain
One last emotion goes through my head as my barriers shatter.
Abandonment
And the world fades into darkness.
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::::writes "I'll try to post faster next time" 100 times on a black board:::::
I'm really sorry that I haven't posted lately. I'll try to post faster this time.