Disclaimers: Yami No Matsuei is not mine. Please do not sue me.

Thank you to those who reviewed the last chapter. I am not making any profit from this except for your valued reviews, which hopefully will help make me a better writer. Maybe... maybe not... who knows?

No warnings.

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Hisoka vainly tried to free himself from the iron grip on his neck.

"You look terrible bouya. You should get to bed." It was said like a lover's intimate whisper but Hisoka knew only evil was behind those well- chosen words.

"Muraki." He managed to choke out weakly, as he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness.

Muraki smiled down on him as he drew his coat around both of them and teleported away, even as Hisoka sensed Tsuzuki coming for him.

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"Hisoka!"

Tsuzuki came rushing through the door but he was too late, a lone white feather pointing to the culprit.

"No!" He whispered desperately, knowing he had failed to protect his partner, in spite of his promise. He had to get Watari. They had to rescue Hisoka.

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Hisoka woke up to find himself laid down on a bed of nails. His hands and feet bound. He must have been there for a long time for his body was quite numb from the pain.

"Did you sleep well?"

"You bastard!" Hisoka glared at his enemy as he tried to call on his hate, to mount a psychic blast, but it was like sand between his fingers, the more he tried to get a hold of it, the easier it slipped away. He pulled against his bonds but only managed to drive himself a little deeper into the nails.

Muraki just smiled. "You should learn to watch your language bouya."

Hisoka searched the room, looking for a means of escape. Muraki was the only one around. There must have been a window behind him judging from the light that came into the room, but half of the room was in total darkness.

He kept looking around until the doctor cleared his throat.

"I don't like being ignored."

It was then the young shinigami noticed the three spell wands in the doctor's hand. Magically he was defenseless, without his hands he couldn't properly cast a spell. He found himself trembling.

"Is it fear bouya?" Muraki smiled while a cold terrible light flashed within his right eye.

Even thought he was bounded, he still wanted to show a brave face against his adversary. Magic wasn't his only defense. The boy grit his teeth and glared hard at his opponent.

"Or is it desire-" Laughed the doctor "for my touch?"

Nausea was starting to take over but he still looked as stubborn and hard as ever.

Muraki knew he had the advantage over the boy with magic and in other things; really the boy was beneath him. He would teach the boy his place again. He could feel how the boy shuddered at his light teasing touch and the struggle the boy was putting up to keep him out of his mind... but that made it all the more desirable. The doctor grew tired of teasing and sent his emotions crashing through.

Hisoka screamed even as he told himself not to, he didn't want to give Muraki the satisfaction. That unwanted and unwelcome mind forcing its way into the shields that were shattered. He squeezed his eyes shut trying to escape into his mind; into darkness, but was trapped without mercy in the cold light of consciousness. The man wouldn't let him go that easy. The bastard wanted him awake as he was searching through his memories. He wanted him to know how defenseless he was. He wanted him to know that everything he held secret and sacred was now exposed before him. Everything, even things he had not even shared with Tsuzuki. But what terrified him the most was the certainty that the psycho would make use of his new found knowledge to manipulate and destroy others as he pleased... most especially Tsuzuki.

He could feel the doctor's jealousy of his friendship with Tsuzuki but it did nothing to comfort him, because it only feed the doctor's malice.

"Your eyes. You always see him... my Tsuzuki-san. Everyday since that day in Nagasaki you have been with him. You are always interfering you brat... but not after this."

The teenager desperately wanted it to stop, but he couldn't fight back. Words were worthless as they fell on deaf ears, and still the doctor was in his head, unwanted and unwelcome. He just wanted it to stop.

"Please... stop... please." He cried in anguish.

He could feel the doctor's intense emotions, but even with his empathy he couldn't understand what Muraki was up to. The doctor withdrew from him and closed off his mind. All that his overly taxed empathy could make out was the sense of satisfaction the doctor had.

'He's up to something.' He declared to himself with mounting dread. 'Something worse.'

The doctor was chanting now and Hisoka felt something cover his eyes. He felt a burning flash that blinded him.

"What are you doing?" Hisoka managed to gasp.

The doctor was still chanting and this time covered Hisoka's ears. There was a loud blast in his ears. It startled him driving him deeper into the nails. He just hissed in pain and then he felt something brush against his lips. It just reminded him how parched he was.

"What are you doing?" He started to say and then he paused. Why couldn't he hear?

Something intolerably hot was laid across his lips. He didn't know if he screamed any more but he could feel that Muraki was still there and he was enjoying seeing him suffer like this.

See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil.

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tbc

I got impatient and posted this a couple of days before, because the longer I kept it to myself the more changes I kept making. I also have the rest of my life to attend too. I also wanted to write the next chapter and I couldn't do that if I allowed myself to be stuck with this one.

This chapter has been reposted. I worked over some minor points because of reviews I received. I think I made it better but I if you still spot something tell me.

02-10-04