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Kurosaki Hisoka
#04 drifting there, i saw you
Sand. Sunshine. He was in the pool, floating on his back. Hisoka sighed. The sunlight was on him and there was a blue sky above and by the poolside Tsuzuki was sitting on a lounge chair with Tatsumi and Watari hanging about with drinks and tanning oil.
Why had Konoe suddenly put them on vacation? He'd forgotten why... only that there were so many days and the vacation never seemed to end. Okinawa was so beautiful. There was nothing but the pool, the beach, and the prickling sensation of Tsuzuki's smooth hands, and being french-kissed on the shoreline. They sneaked out repeatedly and met in silence on the moonlit beach, before Tsuzuki would suddenly push him down and the two would tussle in the soft sand dunes and bite down screams as they made love in shallow water. He was almost too eager, and the days seemed to flicker by.
In bliss.
He sighed again, and licked his lips, which tasted distinctly of pineapple and four seasons, and allowed himself to sink deeper. His body felt incredibly light, even lighter than at the moment of his death. When he gazed up he glimpsed himself reflected on the water's surface, the sunlight casting itself on it, making a beautiful glassy picture of the sky.
He reached up and everything began to fall away; like a dissolving picture of ash. He was taken aback. The images of the beach and grinning, seductive Tsuzuki began to disappear. He was now in a place that was deep, dark and wide, with barely even the scent of a salty ocean to hold on to. "What's going on?" he asked aloud. As if in answer, something seemed to change around him.
Images began to fly towards him, assaulting him in vivid light, color and sensation. Echoes reverberated around him. One image was a little boy in a loose robe pulled down to his waist gritting his teeth as a dark figure standing over him brought a whip flailing upon the incandescent flesh of his back. He screamed. Another was the same little boy, staring at the walls of a dark basement, beating his fists against a locked door. Blood was falling everywhere in every image.
"You're not my son, not my son, not my son!"
What was happening? It was that thing people kept saying would happen in death; one's life flashes before them. And now it was flashing; raw and sickening in its pain and sadness. Hisoka shouted, trying to wave away those dark images, but his body felt crushed by the almost absolute weight of all those excruciating memories. His eyes were welling up, his back reminiscing of marks of hate.
Stop it...
He shut his eyes and covered his ears, screaming. The crazy world he was trapped in was spinning.
Stop it--!!!
He blinked. All the flying images were gone. Except for a single one. It seemed to extend everywhere in all directions, but was far more vivid than all the others. The scene was like an oil painting, effortlessly lush. He squinted. What was it...something crimson. It looked a lot to him like... a faraway tree under a raven sky. A shower of red petals. And there was someone under it, a silver haired demon. He had a knife, and a fatally sinister smile.
"No..".
It was as if his body was moving...drifting. Slowly, towards that horrible horrible scene. He struggled against it. He didn't want to go there, he didn't want to see it.
Hisoka...please...wake up!
"Tsu--Tsuzuki?"
It was like a voice resounding from far, far away behind him. He turned on his heels and there he was. Purple pools of eyes. Reaching toward him, hand outstretched, appearing as if he was behind a pale film which made his outline blurred and hazy. Hisoka felt both comforted in hearing it and desperate to kiss the tips of his fingers, to be held. He was under water again, yet now it was heavy and his body moved like a sloth. He fought and fought. Behind him the scene of terror and madness beckoned to him.
To cut him open again. To pluck and peel him like a fruit of suffering.
"Tsuzuki...Tsuzuki...". Was this a dream? Or some kind of mirage? He reached out to the blurry image. Those liquid bright eyes. His honest smile. He need to get out. He needed him. He was the only thing...
Hisoka...!
He opened his eyes.
