Disclaimers: Yami No Matsuei is not mine. Please do not sue me.
If I told you this was my first epic would that make you more forgiving?
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Tsuzuki went to his morning session, expecting to find Watari, instead it was Muraki who was waiting for him.
"Long time no see Tsuzuki-san." Muraki was so obviously enjoying this.
This was not going to be a good day, at least not for Tsuzuki.
"Where is Watari?! What have you done to him!" Tsuzuki demanded sharply.
"Calm yourself Tsuzuki-san." The doctor said. Inviting him to take a seat with a gesture of his hand. "Please take a seat."
The shinigami took the chair reluctantly, watching the doctor as one would watch a venomous snake.
"Did you sleep well?"
Tsuzuki was resorting to the silent treatment.
"I heard about your little encounter yesterday." The doctor continued as he licked his lips, making Tsuzuki think even more of a snake that flicks out its' tongue. His eyes never leaving Tsuzuki, memorizing every detail. "It must have left quite an impression on our other residents."
Tsuzuki's face twitched at the remark, earning an appreciative smile from Muraki.
"You don't have to worry about her anymore." The doctor said as he briefly broke eye contact pretending to look into a file.
"Who?" Tsuzuki couldn't resist but ask. He had to know.
"Sisa-san, the patient who attacked you yesterday."
"What did you do to her?"
"I did nothing Tsuzuki-san." Muraki smiled as if he was indulging a naïve child.
"What did you do to HER?!" The shinigami's tone was rising again.
"Nothing." The doctor said casually. "She was transferred by her doctor."
"Transferred?"
Muraki smiled again, knowing Tsuzuki could no longer retreat in silence. "To the higher security wing. It would never do for her to kill someone now would it?"
"What are you getting at?" Tsuzuki asked with dread.
"That's your job. So are you here to kill someone, Tsuzuki-san? After all I don't think you are on vacation."
Tsuzuki didn't want to hear anymore, but he couldn't say anything.
"Did you come here to kill me?" The doctor asked as if it was a natural thing to ask during a patient evaluation.
"No!" Tsuzuki said hotly. "But I hate you and I wanted you to die that night in Kyoto."
"With you Tsuzuki-san?" The doctor smiled coyly.
"I hate you!" Tsuzuki shot back, refusing to answer.
"Would you hate me enough to kill me now?"
Tsuzuki swallowed hard. He was a shinigami, he would always kill, but could he kill Muraki right now? A part of him wanted that murderer to die, to suffer, to hurt for all the pain he had caused, the pain he caused Hisoka. Maria and all the rest . and yet there was still a part of him that held back. Why weren't things simple?
"I don't have to listen to you!" He needed to get away. Runaway! He got up to leave.
"Oh but you do." Muraki grabbed him before he could get to the door.
"Let me go!" He shouted as he tried to push the doctor away, but the doctor pinned his arms to his sides.
"You came here for help and I intend to give it to you." Muraki breathed into Tsuzuki's ears.
"I don't want your help!" Tsuzuki was going to pushing the doctor away more violently, but Muraki released him just a second before Tsuzuki made his move. The shinigami stumbled at his sudden unexpected freedom.
"Why are you here Tsuzuki-san?" The doctor asked in a most inviting tone, as he held out a hand to Tsuzuki who was sprawled on the floor.
"I'll be damned if I tell you!" He shouted as he dusted himself off.
"Aren't you damned already?" The doctor softly whispered, coming in close again.
Tsuzuki froze. Muraki moved in even closer, taking him in a tender embrace.
"Where is your lovely partner?" His voice thick with charm, that Tsuzuki could almost drown in it. "Aren't shinigamis suppose to work in pairs?"
Tsuzuki was breathless, but each breath he drew carried the scent of Muraki. He needed to breathe fresh air. Muraki's finger was tracing his profile, Tsuzuki turned his face as far from the doctor's touch as possible.
'I can't let them near each other. Hisoka. I have to protect Hisoka.'
"Has he left you to do all the work?" The doctor's voice had changed in tone, casting a net around Tsuzuki's mind.
Alone. The word rang in Tsuzuki's mind. He was alone to finish this case. He had to solve it. Hisoka would still be recovering from last night's fruitless excursion. He had no idea where Watari was.
"Or maybe they just got tired of you? Maybe they meant to leave you here?"
Tsuzuki glared at the doctor. "That . is . not. true." Giving every word a hard tone, but in his eyes the doctor saw doubt and confusion.
"Are you sure? Then where are they?"
Tsuzuki was shaking his head. He wasn't going to listen to this. He shouldn't. He wasn't aware of Muraki's hand on his wrist, feeling his pulse. He wasn't aware of his erratic breathing. How much this was like the night at the theater.
Muraki had led him back to the chair, where the shinigami sank in defeat.
The doctor was still talking but Tsuzuki couldn't make out the words anymore, something about a promise of better days. Tsuzuki felt warm hands beginning to massage his tense shoulders. The room felt so warm and comfortable. He felt that his body really wasn't his own. He felt so safe...
Muraki smiled quite pleased with himself. He left Tsuzuki unconscious where his friends would eventually find him. He would wait. for now.
"All good things come to those who wait and you will come to me."
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tbc
Sorry but you have to wait for the next update. If you don't think you like where this is going by all means stop reading, it's still your choice. I don't like flames, after all it's not like your paying me to write this right and I'm not forcing you to read or even review.
I would have updated sooner but my Internet connection kept getting interrupted while I was trying to upload chapters.
I glare at the computer. Computer resorts to silent treatment and does better job than Tsuzuki. I cave in.
12-22-2003
If I told you this was my first epic would that make you more forgiving?
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Tsuzuki went to his morning session, expecting to find Watari, instead it was Muraki who was waiting for him.
"Long time no see Tsuzuki-san." Muraki was so obviously enjoying this.
This was not going to be a good day, at least not for Tsuzuki.
"Where is Watari?! What have you done to him!" Tsuzuki demanded sharply.
"Calm yourself Tsuzuki-san." The doctor said. Inviting him to take a seat with a gesture of his hand. "Please take a seat."
The shinigami took the chair reluctantly, watching the doctor as one would watch a venomous snake.
"Did you sleep well?"
Tsuzuki was resorting to the silent treatment.
"I heard about your little encounter yesterday." The doctor continued as he licked his lips, making Tsuzuki think even more of a snake that flicks out its' tongue. His eyes never leaving Tsuzuki, memorizing every detail. "It must have left quite an impression on our other residents."
Tsuzuki's face twitched at the remark, earning an appreciative smile from Muraki.
"You don't have to worry about her anymore." The doctor said as he briefly broke eye contact pretending to look into a file.
"Who?" Tsuzuki couldn't resist but ask. He had to know.
"Sisa-san, the patient who attacked you yesterday."
"What did you do to her?"
"I did nothing Tsuzuki-san." Muraki smiled as if he was indulging a naïve child.
"What did you do to HER?!" The shinigami's tone was rising again.
"Nothing." The doctor said casually. "She was transferred by her doctor."
"Transferred?"
Muraki smiled again, knowing Tsuzuki could no longer retreat in silence. "To the higher security wing. It would never do for her to kill someone now would it?"
"What are you getting at?" Tsuzuki asked with dread.
"That's your job. So are you here to kill someone, Tsuzuki-san? After all I don't think you are on vacation."
Tsuzuki didn't want to hear anymore, but he couldn't say anything.
"Did you come here to kill me?" The doctor asked as if it was a natural thing to ask during a patient evaluation.
"No!" Tsuzuki said hotly. "But I hate you and I wanted you to die that night in Kyoto."
"With you Tsuzuki-san?" The doctor smiled coyly.
"I hate you!" Tsuzuki shot back, refusing to answer.
"Would you hate me enough to kill me now?"
Tsuzuki swallowed hard. He was a shinigami, he would always kill, but could he kill Muraki right now? A part of him wanted that murderer to die, to suffer, to hurt for all the pain he had caused, the pain he caused Hisoka. Maria and all the rest . and yet there was still a part of him that held back. Why weren't things simple?
"I don't have to listen to you!" He needed to get away. Runaway! He got up to leave.
"Oh but you do." Muraki grabbed him before he could get to the door.
"Let me go!" He shouted as he tried to push the doctor away, but the doctor pinned his arms to his sides.
"You came here for help and I intend to give it to you." Muraki breathed into Tsuzuki's ears.
"I don't want your help!" Tsuzuki was going to pushing the doctor away more violently, but Muraki released him just a second before Tsuzuki made his move. The shinigami stumbled at his sudden unexpected freedom.
"Why are you here Tsuzuki-san?" The doctor asked in a most inviting tone, as he held out a hand to Tsuzuki who was sprawled on the floor.
"I'll be damned if I tell you!" He shouted as he dusted himself off.
"Aren't you damned already?" The doctor softly whispered, coming in close again.
Tsuzuki froze. Muraki moved in even closer, taking him in a tender embrace.
"Where is your lovely partner?" His voice thick with charm, that Tsuzuki could almost drown in it. "Aren't shinigamis suppose to work in pairs?"
Tsuzuki was breathless, but each breath he drew carried the scent of Muraki. He needed to breathe fresh air. Muraki's finger was tracing his profile, Tsuzuki turned his face as far from the doctor's touch as possible.
'I can't let them near each other. Hisoka. I have to protect Hisoka.'
"Has he left you to do all the work?" The doctor's voice had changed in tone, casting a net around Tsuzuki's mind.
Alone. The word rang in Tsuzuki's mind. He was alone to finish this case. He had to solve it. Hisoka would still be recovering from last night's fruitless excursion. He had no idea where Watari was.
"Or maybe they just got tired of you? Maybe they meant to leave you here?"
Tsuzuki glared at the doctor. "That . is . not. true." Giving every word a hard tone, but in his eyes the doctor saw doubt and confusion.
"Are you sure? Then where are they?"
Tsuzuki was shaking his head. He wasn't going to listen to this. He shouldn't. He wasn't aware of Muraki's hand on his wrist, feeling his pulse. He wasn't aware of his erratic breathing. How much this was like the night at the theater.
Muraki had led him back to the chair, where the shinigami sank in defeat.
The doctor was still talking but Tsuzuki couldn't make out the words anymore, something about a promise of better days. Tsuzuki felt warm hands beginning to massage his tense shoulders. The room felt so warm and comfortable. He felt that his body really wasn't his own. He felt so safe...
Muraki smiled quite pleased with himself. He left Tsuzuki unconscious where his friends would eventually find him. He would wait. for now.
"All good things come to those who wait and you will come to me."
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tbc
Sorry but you have to wait for the next update. If you don't think you like where this is going by all means stop reading, it's still your choice. I don't like flames, after all it's not like your paying me to write this right and I'm not forcing you to read or even review.
I would have updated sooner but my Internet connection kept getting interrupted while I was trying to upload chapters.
I glare at the computer. Computer resorts to silent treatment and does better job than Tsuzuki. I cave in.
12-22-2003
