Disclaimers: Yami No Matsuei is not mine.
No the previous chapter was not the ending. I've been foreshadowing to many things to just let it end there. Unfortunately this chapter isn't the ending either, a real cliffhanger. I may not be able to update over the next few weeks so I advise you to stop reading now and just come back in two or three months if you just want to read the entire story in one go.
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"Kurosaki-kun what is that on your head?"
Hisoka blushed a bright red but no one saw. They were staring at -
"Ken-kun!" Announced Watari proudly and proceeded to explain its functions like a hyper infomercial host.
The look on Tatsumi's was priceless.
"Kurosaki-kun tell me about this spell that Muraki used." The secretary asked when he had recovered enough.
Hisoka told him all that he remembered.
Tatsumi told Watari to find Wakaba. Then he brought out some food for Hisoka. This was considered as a miracle since everyone knew how tightfisted the secretary normally was.
Hisoka was very grateful. He didn't want to have Tsuzuki's reputation as being a glutton but he was starving. He didn't even remember when he had last eaten.
The secretary gently removed the contraption from his co-worker's head. Watari was first upset thinking how his invention was not properly appreciated when it had done so much for Hisoka.
Tatsumi told Wakaba of the situation. Wakaba nodded in understanding and got to work.
Hisoka saw nothing at first, then a soft light. He blinked a few times until his eyes could focus again. The soft whisper of the wind became more like distant echoes until everything was normal again.
"Are you alright now Hisoka?"
"Where did Tsuzuki go?"
Gushoshin flew in with a rather weird look on his face. "Hisoka-san when did you get back? Didn't you just call?"
Watari had an expression of dread, which alert everyone else that something was wrong. "What call?"
"The one to met him back at the warehouse-"
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Tsuzuki went to the warehouse but Hisoka wasn't there.
He slipped on his coat and was just about to go out in search of them when he heard a voice call out from behind him -
"Good evening Tsuzuki-san."
He turned in surprise. "Muraki!" He couldn't believe it; Muraki was here. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to take you back... it was very naughty of you to leave without permission."
Tsuzuki was thinking of a lot of things all at once. How did the doctor find him? Where were Hisoka and Watari? Did the doctor hurt them? What should he do?
"I have something special to share with you."
Tsuzuki reached into his pocket for an ofuda to defend himself and found none. "What-"
His adversary merely raised his left hand.
Tsuzuki felt a wave of dizziness and a tinkling sensation all over his body. "You-" He had meant to say it as an accusation but he didn't sound angry enough. He collapsed on his knees.
Muraki just smiled as he closed the distance with the grace of a cat. Leaning over his prey he whispered. "You don't have to fight me."
Tsuzuki was unable to move.
"Do you like my gift Tsuzuki-san?" Muraki ran his hand lightly over Tsuzuki's coat. The shinigami's head rolled back overwhelmed with the thoughts the doctor was filling his head with. "Empathy might make you a better listener."
"What have you done to Hisoka?"
Muraki continued to smile. He was too impressed that Tsuzuki was still thinking straight, to be irritated that he was thinking of that boy again.
"Does it matter?" He pulled his prize into a crushing embrace, and titled up the lowered head to meet his gaze. "You should be more concerned for your own well-being. You should listen to your doctor. You are having an allergic reaction to the demon's pollen and you haven't had dinner." He intentionally left out the part about his spell on Tsuzuki's coat.
He continued to look at those wonderful eyes. Docile. He needed the shinigami docile for now, then they could move on to other things.
"I want you so much." He said it in a flat tone but the emotions behind those simple words were like a tsunami threatening to wipe out everything in its path. Tsuzuki tried to keep his head clear but with such strong feelings he couldn't keep fighting.
"Time for bed."
Tsuzuki's eyes were glazed over but he still said "No..."
Muraki's smile hinted on something sinister. "I didn't offer you a choice."
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"Tsuzuki-san!" Tatsumi called.
There was no answer.
"His coat is gone," Watari noticed. "but his ofudas are here."
Under his breath Tatsumi was cursing the doctor. "Is there anything else missing?" He didn't like the idea of Tsuzuki defenseless. Okay, he wasn't defenseless he still had his Shikigamis but the last time Muraki had taken Tsuzuki, Tsuzuki didn't call on a Shikigami for defense, he called Touda to kill himself. The last time...Tatsumi had promised himself it was the last time...but here they were again.
'Tsuzuki where are you?'
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tbc
02-15-04
No the previous chapter was not the ending. I've been foreshadowing to many things to just let it end there. Unfortunately this chapter isn't the ending either, a real cliffhanger. I may not be able to update over the next few weeks so I advise you to stop reading now and just come back in two or three months if you just want to read the entire story in one go.
-----
"Kurosaki-kun what is that on your head?"
Hisoka blushed a bright red but no one saw. They were staring at -
"Ken-kun!" Announced Watari proudly and proceeded to explain its functions like a hyper infomercial host.
The look on Tatsumi's was priceless.
"Kurosaki-kun tell me about this spell that Muraki used." The secretary asked when he had recovered enough.
Hisoka told him all that he remembered.
Tatsumi told Watari to find Wakaba. Then he brought out some food for Hisoka. This was considered as a miracle since everyone knew how tightfisted the secretary normally was.
Hisoka was very grateful. He didn't want to have Tsuzuki's reputation as being a glutton but he was starving. He didn't even remember when he had last eaten.
The secretary gently removed the contraption from his co-worker's head. Watari was first upset thinking how his invention was not properly appreciated when it had done so much for Hisoka.
Tatsumi told Wakaba of the situation. Wakaba nodded in understanding and got to work.
Hisoka saw nothing at first, then a soft light. He blinked a few times until his eyes could focus again. The soft whisper of the wind became more like distant echoes until everything was normal again.
"Are you alright now Hisoka?"
"Where did Tsuzuki go?"
Gushoshin flew in with a rather weird look on his face. "Hisoka-san when did you get back? Didn't you just call?"
Watari had an expression of dread, which alert everyone else that something was wrong. "What call?"
"The one to met him back at the warehouse-"
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Tsuzuki went to the warehouse but Hisoka wasn't there.
He slipped on his coat and was just about to go out in search of them when he heard a voice call out from behind him -
"Good evening Tsuzuki-san."
He turned in surprise. "Muraki!" He couldn't believe it; Muraki was here. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to take you back... it was very naughty of you to leave without permission."
Tsuzuki was thinking of a lot of things all at once. How did the doctor find him? Where were Hisoka and Watari? Did the doctor hurt them? What should he do?
"I have something special to share with you."
Tsuzuki reached into his pocket for an ofuda to defend himself and found none. "What-"
His adversary merely raised his left hand.
Tsuzuki felt a wave of dizziness and a tinkling sensation all over his body. "You-" He had meant to say it as an accusation but he didn't sound angry enough. He collapsed on his knees.
Muraki just smiled as he closed the distance with the grace of a cat. Leaning over his prey he whispered. "You don't have to fight me."
Tsuzuki was unable to move.
"Do you like my gift Tsuzuki-san?" Muraki ran his hand lightly over Tsuzuki's coat. The shinigami's head rolled back overwhelmed with the thoughts the doctor was filling his head with. "Empathy might make you a better listener."
"What have you done to Hisoka?"
Muraki continued to smile. He was too impressed that Tsuzuki was still thinking straight, to be irritated that he was thinking of that boy again.
"Does it matter?" He pulled his prize into a crushing embrace, and titled up the lowered head to meet his gaze. "You should be more concerned for your own well-being. You should listen to your doctor. You are having an allergic reaction to the demon's pollen and you haven't had dinner." He intentionally left out the part about his spell on Tsuzuki's coat.
He continued to look at those wonderful eyes. Docile. He needed the shinigami docile for now, then they could move on to other things.
"I want you so much." He said it in a flat tone but the emotions behind those simple words were like a tsunami threatening to wipe out everything in its path. Tsuzuki tried to keep his head clear but with such strong feelings he couldn't keep fighting.
"Time for bed."
Tsuzuki's eyes were glazed over but he still said "No..."
Muraki's smile hinted on something sinister. "I didn't offer you a choice."
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"Tsuzuki-san!" Tatsumi called.
There was no answer.
"His coat is gone," Watari noticed. "but his ofudas are here."
Under his breath Tatsumi was cursing the doctor. "Is there anything else missing?" He didn't like the idea of Tsuzuki defenseless. Okay, he wasn't defenseless he still had his Shikigamis but the last time Muraki had taken Tsuzuki, Tsuzuki didn't call on a Shikigami for defense, he called Touda to kill himself. The last time...Tatsumi had promised himself it was the last time...but here they were again.
'Tsuzuki where are you?'
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tbc
02-15-04
