Disclaimers: Yami No Matsuei is not mine. Please do not sue me.
I haven't posted anything since last year (not really that bad when you see that it hasn't even been a full month since the end of last year), but here I am again continuing this story, my way of saying thank you to those who have reviewed.
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Tsuzuki wasn't too keen on confronting demons or Muraki.other people would get hurt. They always get hurt.
They even died.
Memories of past cases came to him. He hoped to finish this case without the body count rising.
He creased his brow as he stared at his lunch tray, very few things could make him lose his appetite but Muraki always made him lose his appetite completely.
"Tsuzuki you should eat." Hisoka told him. He was in spirit form and had refused to leave Tsuzuki, after seeing how arrogantly Muraki was acting.
Tsuzuki continued to stare at his tray, until he picked up his spoon.
"Okay but after I finish you should get some rest Hisoka." He turned to smile at his partner. Digging his spoon into his food he added, "We really had a late night last night."
Hisoka blushed on the other meaning a 'late night' could mean, but his partner was too busy eating to catch it.
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"My son. my son." Sisa murmured to herself.
She hated being in here. She hated the doctors, the nurses and the interns. She hated the patients. She hated them. Every last one of them. Why were they alive when her darling boy was dead? She even hated herself. Why didn't she die instead of her little boy? She even hated her little boy, why did he leave her!
She was rocking herself on the balls of her feet as she sang to herself. She had a beautiful voice. She used to sing lullabies to her children, too bad she couldn't sing herself to sleep.
She stopped singing when she heard another voice.
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"We can fix that."
Each soul is suppose to count; but he had to laugh at the irony. Their toll was already in the hundreds before the Enma Cho decided to send their shinigamis; and wonder of wonders they sent "the shinigami".
He had no name yet or rank in the hierarchy, but now the opportunity to gain both was presented to him in such a neat package. The key was the shinigami. He could even forget about collecting his thousand-soul quota.
Tsuzuki Asato.
His fingers played with a simple piece of paper, it was no spell but it filled him with a darker deeper delight. The number of souls he had already taken.
It was so easy here, where people were already thrown away while they were still alive. In this place of broken people, it was easy to just push them that much further until they were beyond repair. The struggle some family or friends put up was admirable but one decisive moment was all he need.
"Wouldn't it be better if you were dead?"
People were so fragile.
"Let me die!" She cried.
He smiled. People were so fragile.
And even the doctors and nurses would feel the crushing defeat of the soul they had taken such care of. The greater they cared, the greater the damage they received for being betrayed ...and their pride. Pride does go before the fall.
"Why should you be the only one to suffer?"
Playing god. Doctors did that and he was also doing it now. Life or death that was how doctors think but he knew of the living death.
"My son... my son...." She sobbed.
"You can be together again... just do as I say...."
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Hisoka was just leaving when he saw a piece of paper on the floor. Something about it felt different. He had to pick it up. He looked around carefully and seeing no one around he allow himself to taken on his physical body.
A terrible shock went through his system as his fingers made contact. His empathic abilities picked up on the demons touch. A tally of the souls taken. He bit his lip to keep from screaming. It was like touching fire and ice at the same time.
He looked down on the figure. Was it 666 or 999? It was too many souls either way.
He tried to get up and get back to his partner but a hand caught his wrist. He wasn't prepared for the next wave of emotions his empathy brought him.
He parted his mouth to scream but another hand forced back that scream in his throat as he was pulled into the door which slammed shut the next moment.
No one heard him at all.
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tbc
Welcome the year of the monkey.
01/22/2004
I haven't posted anything since last year (not really that bad when you see that it hasn't even been a full month since the end of last year), but here I am again continuing this story, my way of saying thank you to those who have reviewed.
----------
Tsuzuki wasn't too keen on confronting demons or Muraki.other people would get hurt. They always get hurt.
They even died.
Memories of past cases came to him. He hoped to finish this case without the body count rising.
He creased his brow as he stared at his lunch tray, very few things could make him lose his appetite but Muraki always made him lose his appetite completely.
"Tsuzuki you should eat." Hisoka told him. He was in spirit form and had refused to leave Tsuzuki, after seeing how arrogantly Muraki was acting.
Tsuzuki continued to stare at his tray, until he picked up his spoon.
"Okay but after I finish you should get some rest Hisoka." He turned to smile at his partner. Digging his spoon into his food he added, "We really had a late night last night."
Hisoka blushed on the other meaning a 'late night' could mean, but his partner was too busy eating to catch it.
----------
"My son. my son." Sisa murmured to herself.
She hated being in here. She hated the doctors, the nurses and the interns. She hated the patients. She hated them. Every last one of them. Why were they alive when her darling boy was dead? She even hated herself. Why didn't she die instead of her little boy? She even hated her little boy, why did he leave her!
She was rocking herself on the balls of her feet as she sang to herself. She had a beautiful voice. She used to sing lullabies to her children, too bad she couldn't sing herself to sleep.
She stopped singing when she heard another voice.
---------
"We can fix that."
Each soul is suppose to count; but he had to laugh at the irony. Their toll was already in the hundreds before the Enma Cho decided to send their shinigamis; and wonder of wonders they sent "the shinigami".
He had no name yet or rank in the hierarchy, but now the opportunity to gain both was presented to him in such a neat package. The key was the shinigami. He could even forget about collecting his thousand-soul quota.
Tsuzuki Asato.
His fingers played with a simple piece of paper, it was no spell but it filled him with a darker deeper delight. The number of souls he had already taken.
It was so easy here, where people were already thrown away while they were still alive. In this place of broken people, it was easy to just push them that much further until they were beyond repair. The struggle some family or friends put up was admirable but one decisive moment was all he need.
"Wouldn't it be better if you were dead?"
People were so fragile.
"Let me die!" She cried.
He smiled. People were so fragile.
And even the doctors and nurses would feel the crushing defeat of the soul they had taken such care of. The greater they cared, the greater the damage they received for being betrayed ...and their pride. Pride does go before the fall.
"Why should you be the only one to suffer?"
Playing god. Doctors did that and he was also doing it now. Life or death that was how doctors think but he knew of the living death.
"My son... my son...." She sobbed.
"You can be together again... just do as I say...."
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Hisoka was just leaving when he saw a piece of paper on the floor. Something about it felt different. He had to pick it up. He looked around carefully and seeing no one around he allow himself to taken on his physical body.
A terrible shock went through his system as his fingers made contact. His empathic abilities picked up on the demons touch. A tally of the souls taken. He bit his lip to keep from screaming. It was like touching fire and ice at the same time.
He looked down on the figure. Was it 666 or 999? It was too many souls either way.
He tried to get up and get back to his partner but a hand caught his wrist. He wasn't prepared for the next wave of emotions his empathy brought him.
He parted his mouth to scream but another hand forced back that scream in his throat as he was pulled into the door which slammed shut the next moment.
No one heard him at all.
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tbc
Welcome the year of the monkey.
01/22/2004
