Disclaimer: Yami No Matsuei is not mine.
Reposted with some minor changes.
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Muraki secured Tsuzuki to the chair. He noticed that the shinigami was trying to form a fist. "I wouldn't advise you to call your shinigamis. Just think of all the damage they could do this facility and to everyone here."
Tsuzuki opened his eyes. "I don't want to be here."
"I know you don't, but after tonight you will be a brand new being."
The shinigami had questions in his eyes, but he was afraid to ask. He was testing the restraints trying to free himself. Bruises were forming but he ignored them, they healed instantly anyway.
"Those clamps have been reinforced with science and magic."
Even then Tsuzuki kept trying. "Let me go."
"Soon enough. It's for your own good."
"I don't think any good can come from you."
Muraki merely smiled as he cupped Tsuzuki's jaw. "Time for your medicine."
Stubbornly the shinigami refused but Muraki was an expert at getting his patients to drink their medicine. The hot liquid slipped seductively pass Tsuzuki's lips. He dug his ankles into the chair. His whole body was arching itself against it. He was writhing as the sensation of the potion racing through his veins left him burning. Muraki kept a firm grip on his chin.
"Don't touch me." Tsuzuki protest with clenched teeth.
"Your so tense." Muraki ran his thumb over Tsuzuki's lips. They stared into each other's eyes. He could see the fear in the shinigami's eyes, uncertain what the 'medicine' was supposed to do but assuming it wasn't going to be anything good.
Tsuzuki broke into a cold sweat and his breathing was slowing down as the drugs took over. His eyes began to grow heavy and he lost the staring match as his eyes fell shut. The shinigami stopped struggling and finally slump against the chair. He opened his eyes again to find Muraki smiling down on him.
The doctor opened his shirt to check his heartbeat. Satisfied with the response Muraki released the clamps and turned Tsuzuki to massage his back.
"Now isn't this better?"
Tsuzuki's mind was in a haze. It felt wonderful. But he knew it was wrong; after all it was Muraki.
His mind was drifting in and out of consciousness. Something was swinging before his eyes. His eyes finally focused long enough for him to see it was a candle's flame flickering.
Muraki's hands continued to work the spell on the shinigami's body as his well-chosen words seduced his mind in turn.
His careful study of his prize was being put to the ultimate test as he worked illusions into Tsuzuki's mind. They weren't completely illusions some of it was based on the secret fears that Muraki had observed along with the concerns Watari had carefully kept track of in his computer files. There were some things he found out from his puppet that he wove into his master plan.
Abandonment... Rejection...Failure... These were just some of Tsuzuki's unvoiced fears. Fears that Tsuzuki learned well from those he called as friends.
"Opening your heart only gets it broken."
Muraki could almost hear Tsuzuki's soul scream as he mercilessly tore into that fragile mind using memories of real events and suspicion of his fears coming true again.
His hands marveled at how well the body was made. It was the perfect vessel, but the mind was not as strong. Tsuzuki's passionate heart was very strong but it also worked against him. It could lead the shinigami to self-destruct but suicide was not an option as long as Muraki was in control.
Both of them in his own way had promised that Kyoto would never happen again.
"If I had succeeded then in giving Saki your body, I would have been able to kill him and have my final revenge. It would also have left enough evidence to be taken as your final demise Tsuzuki-san... You would have been finally free... from Enma's burden of working as a shinigami... You would never have had to kill again. My beautiful Tsuzuki-san."
Tsuzuki's mind was confused at being offered praise. He always assumed there would be punishments and penalties; after all no one ever told him he did a good job. It was a dirty job to be death. Even when he completed every job he was given he never received his bonus. He never knew that he wasn't really useless like a lamp in daylight.
Pleasure was also a puzzle. Every time he was lucky enough to win something Tatsumi would confiscate it to pay for his debts. Watari would promise him anything as long as he played the part of a guinea pig. Every time Hakushaku spoke of pleasure it was always perverted. Tatsumi. Watari. Muraki. Pleasure always had strings attached.
"Your just a liar. You want some thing." Tsuzuki accused angrily.
Muraki was surprised to find the shinigami talking back.
"You are marvelous Tsuzuki-san."
"Liar!"
"Ah! But then aren't we all? Everyone lies Tsuzuki-san. Even your friends. Even you."
It stunned the shinigami into silence.
"Hypocrite."
Muraki smiled as he observed how effective that single word was. The doctor didn't have to play mind games anymore as Tsuzuki was accusing himself of his own crimes.
Muraki turned all his attention to the body before him working out the lines of his spell.
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Tsuzuki woke up to find himself back in bed and half dressed, naked from the waist up. "Good morning Tsuzuki-san."
"What did you do to me?" His head hurt but it was different from the countless of hangovers he had experienced.
"I think you will find out soon enough. Would you like some breakfast?"
"NO! I WANT TO GO HOME!" There was a buzzing in his mind and his body felt heavy.
"Really Tsuzuki-san there is no need to shout. Besides where is your home?"
"Meifu."
Muraki smiled. "Are you sure?"
"It's where I belong."
"Stuck with a job that will surely destroy you. Working with the same people for day in and day out for decades."
Tsuzuki doubled over in pain.
"Are you okay Tsuzuki-san?" The doctor asked with mock concern. He knew exactly what was happening. He had been waiting for his spell to come to fruit.
The shinigami pushed the doctor's hands away.
"What's happening to me?" Tsuzuki was on his knees. "Answer me Muraki!"
"I merely called your dormant non-human cells to come into begin."
Pain shot through his whole body.
"Non-human?" No. It couldn't be. Muraki didn't have that kind of power... Did he?
He screamed as a pair of black wings tore themselves free and stretched out to open wide.
"It's it wonderful to be finally free?"
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tbc
I don't like leaving Tsuzuki with an unsupervised Muraki. There are too many hanging fics (or are those abandoned fics?) that have stranded Tsuzuki that way. I will update as soon as I have typed out the next chapter.
03-18-04
3 Things I see that remind me to finish this.
1) Anime on TV.
2) The computer.
3) F.I.C. – Fruits in Ice Cream.
No, this is not an endorsement. I have never tasted FIC but when I
see their sign I remember fanfiction.net and my unfinished stories.
Reposted with some minor changes.
-----
Muraki secured Tsuzuki to the chair. He noticed that the shinigami was trying to form a fist. "I wouldn't advise you to call your shinigamis. Just think of all the damage they could do this facility and to everyone here."
Tsuzuki opened his eyes. "I don't want to be here."
"I know you don't, but after tonight you will be a brand new being."
The shinigami had questions in his eyes, but he was afraid to ask. He was testing the restraints trying to free himself. Bruises were forming but he ignored them, they healed instantly anyway.
"Those clamps have been reinforced with science and magic."
Even then Tsuzuki kept trying. "Let me go."
"Soon enough. It's for your own good."
"I don't think any good can come from you."
Muraki merely smiled as he cupped Tsuzuki's jaw. "Time for your medicine."
Stubbornly the shinigami refused but Muraki was an expert at getting his patients to drink their medicine. The hot liquid slipped seductively pass Tsuzuki's lips. He dug his ankles into the chair. His whole body was arching itself against it. He was writhing as the sensation of the potion racing through his veins left him burning. Muraki kept a firm grip on his chin.
"Don't touch me." Tsuzuki protest with clenched teeth.
"Your so tense." Muraki ran his thumb over Tsuzuki's lips. They stared into each other's eyes. He could see the fear in the shinigami's eyes, uncertain what the 'medicine' was supposed to do but assuming it wasn't going to be anything good.
Tsuzuki broke into a cold sweat and his breathing was slowing down as the drugs took over. His eyes began to grow heavy and he lost the staring match as his eyes fell shut. The shinigami stopped struggling and finally slump against the chair. He opened his eyes again to find Muraki smiling down on him.
The doctor opened his shirt to check his heartbeat. Satisfied with the response Muraki released the clamps and turned Tsuzuki to massage his back.
"Now isn't this better?"
Tsuzuki's mind was in a haze. It felt wonderful. But he knew it was wrong; after all it was Muraki.
His mind was drifting in and out of consciousness. Something was swinging before his eyes. His eyes finally focused long enough for him to see it was a candle's flame flickering.
Muraki's hands continued to work the spell on the shinigami's body as his well-chosen words seduced his mind in turn.
His careful study of his prize was being put to the ultimate test as he worked illusions into Tsuzuki's mind. They weren't completely illusions some of it was based on the secret fears that Muraki had observed along with the concerns Watari had carefully kept track of in his computer files. There were some things he found out from his puppet that he wove into his master plan.
Abandonment... Rejection...Failure... These were just some of Tsuzuki's unvoiced fears. Fears that Tsuzuki learned well from those he called as friends.
"Opening your heart only gets it broken."
Muraki could almost hear Tsuzuki's soul scream as he mercilessly tore into that fragile mind using memories of real events and suspicion of his fears coming true again.
His hands marveled at how well the body was made. It was the perfect vessel, but the mind was not as strong. Tsuzuki's passionate heart was very strong but it also worked against him. It could lead the shinigami to self-destruct but suicide was not an option as long as Muraki was in control.
Both of them in his own way had promised that Kyoto would never happen again.
"If I had succeeded then in giving Saki your body, I would have been able to kill him and have my final revenge. It would also have left enough evidence to be taken as your final demise Tsuzuki-san... You would have been finally free... from Enma's burden of working as a shinigami... You would never have had to kill again. My beautiful Tsuzuki-san."
Tsuzuki's mind was confused at being offered praise. He always assumed there would be punishments and penalties; after all no one ever told him he did a good job. It was a dirty job to be death. Even when he completed every job he was given he never received his bonus. He never knew that he wasn't really useless like a lamp in daylight.
Pleasure was also a puzzle. Every time he was lucky enough to win something Tatsumi would confiscate it to pay for his debts. Watari would promise him anything as long as he played the part of a guinea pig. Every time Hakushaku spoke of pleasure it was always perverted. Tatsumi. Watari. Muraki. Pleasure always had strings attached.
"Your just a liar. You want some thing." Tsuzuki accused angrily.
Muraki was surprised to find the shinigami talking back.
"You are marvelous Tsuzuki-san."
"Liar!"
"Ah! But then aren't we all? Everyone lies Tsuzuki-san. Even your friends. Even you."
It stunned the shinigami into silence.
"Hypocrite."
Muraki smiled as he observed how effective that single word was. The doctor didn't have to play mind games anymore as Tsuzuki was accusing himself of his own crimes.
Muraki turned all his attention to the body before him working out the lines of his spell.
-----
Tsuzuki woke up to find himself back in bed and half dressed, naked from the waist up. "Good morning Tsuzuki-san."
"What did you do to me?" His head hurt but it was different from the countless of hangovers he had experienced.
"I think you will find out soon enough. Would you like some breakfast?"
"NO! I WANT TO GO HOME!" There was a buzzing in his mind and his body felt heavy.
"Really Tsuzuki-san there is no need to shout. Besides where is your home?"
"Meifu."
Muraki smiled. "Are you sure?"
"It's where I belong."
"Stuck with a job that will surely destroy you. Working with the same people for day in and day out for decades."
Tsuzuki doubled over in pain.
"Are you okay Tsuzuki-san?" The doctor asked with mock concern. He knew exactly what was happening. He had been waiting for his spell to come to fruit.
The shinigami pushed the doctor's hands away.
"What's happening to me?" Tsuzuki was on his knees. "Answer me Muraki!"
"I merely called your dormant non-human cells to come into begin."
Pain shot through his whole body.
"Non-human?" No. It couldn't be. Muraki didn't have that kind of power... Did he?
He screamed as a pair of black wings tore themselves free and stretched out to open wide.
"It's it wonderful to be finally free?"
------
tbc
I don't like leaving Tsuzuki with an unsupervised Muraki. There are too many hanging fics (or are those abandoned fics?) that have stranded Tsuzuki that way. I will update as soon as I have typed out the next chapter.
03-18-04
3 Things I see that remind me to finish this.
1) Anime on TV.
2) The computer.
3) F.I.C. – Fruits in Ice Cream.
No, this is not an endorsement. I have never tasted FIC but when I
see their sign I remember fanfiction.net and my unfinished stories.
