Disclaimer: Yami No Matsuei is not mine.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
Thank you for your reviews!
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"Well Tsuzuki-san, what do you plan to do now?"
Hesitantly Tsuzuki got to his feet. He was in denial, telling himself it was an illusion, but they felt so real. He flexed them. He shook with dread and so did the wings... his wings.
The doctor stared at him hungrily. The wings were gorgeous. Every movement was done with unwitting grace. They called to Muraki to claim his prize. His prize with the pale rose complexion and slender supple body, but Muraki told himself to wait. He knew he had to play his cards just right he could claim his prize completely; body and soul.
"If you are so eager to go we can start the procedures for your release, just follow me to the nurses station."
Tsuzuki looked at him with eyes wide in horror.
Ah those eyes! The eyes of inhuman brightness! They really were too pretty to be human. Muraki smiled to himself knowing that Tsuzuki would not allow himself to be seen like this. "Feeling shy?"
"Bastard." The shinigami knew he had to think of a way out of this mess, but how to you leave a mess if it is your own body?
"You really should take some breakfast." Muraki revealed a wheeled trolley with breakfast. "All natural ingredients, I guarantee." Service with a smile...
Tsuzuki didn't want to eat. He wanted to go home... but not like this. He wanted things back to normal. Damn Muraki!
"Would you like an apple? Or would you prefer an apple pie?"
The shinigami was too distraught to eat. Could Watari do something about these wings? How would he ever look Hisoka in the eyes again? He wasn't human. It was undeniable now. He wasn't human. He never was.
The doctor didn't wait for an answer. He was already unpeeling an apple.
Tsuzuki grabbed the blanket off the bed and wrapped himself in it. His wings were too large to be disguised by the sheet but they were out of sight for now. He didn't like how Muraki was looking at him.
Muraki peeled the apple leaving nothing of the skin. He finished slicing the apple and offered it to his patient.
"I don't want it."
"There are other things I can offer you instead." He goaded as he poised an apple slice over Tsuzuki's lips.
The shinigami reluctantly took a bite.
"Now you see that wasn't too hard. Was it?" Teased Muraki when Tsuzuki had finished the first slice. He fingers lightly stroked over his captive's left cheek and worked their way towards his left wing.
Tsuzuki went tense and tried to cover them up, but Muraki pulled down the blanket.
"Ravishing."
Tsuzuki blushed at the word.
"There is so much hunger in you Tsuzuki-san." Muraki poised the next slice on his lips, which Tsuzuki numbly took.
'More than just food!'
The shinigami looked down at the plate and saw the knife beside it. It was pretty sharp. He grabbed the knife.
The doctor forced the knife out of his hand. "No Tsuzuki-san we can't have that." His words were completely calm but there was nothing gentle about his touch as he pinned Tsuzuki down the cushion.
"Just cut them off!" The shinigami shouted in frustration.
"Do you really think that losing your wings or your eyes would make you human?"
A muffled sob was all Muraki heard in reply. He maneuvered Tsuzuki's head onto his lap, running his fingers through his hair and stroking the soft feathers.
"Please make me human." The words were out of Tsuzuki's mouth before he could stop them.
"And what would you give me in return?"
Tsuzuki fell silent regretting his words. He just admitted that he wasn't human. He peered up to find Muraki looking down on him. The doctor continued to pet him. He had curled up into the sheet, trying to hide. He saw himself reflected back in the doctor's visible eye. "What do you want?" The voice didn't sound like him it was so soft and distant, but it was his voice... there was no denying it. His voice. His body. His wings. It was him.
Muraki smiled and leaned in closer towards Tsuzuki. "To be one with you."
The shinigami stared back at the doctor, totally dumbfounded. Muraki stole a kiss.
Shadows tore the door apart.
"It seems we have visitors."
"TSUZUKI!"
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM YOU HENTAI!"
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tbc
I should finish this soon, but I can't promise when that will be. Expect the next update in April.
I have a fan! (Or did I just lose that fan for posting this chapter?)
I lost my other files for this fic so I beg your indulgence.
03-25-04
Sorry to keep you waiting.
Thank you for your reviews!
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"Well Tsuzuki-san, what do you plan to do now?"
Hesitantly Tsuzuki got to his feet. He was in denial, telling himself it was an illusion, but they felt so real. He flexed them. He shook with dread and so did the wings... his wings.
The doctor stared at him hungrily. The wings were gorgeous. Every movement was done with unwitting grace. They called to Muraki to claim his prize. His prize with the pale rose complexion and slender supple body, but Muraki told himself to wait. He knew he had to play his cards just right he could claim his prize completely; body and soul.
"If you are so eager to go we can start the procedures for your release, just follow me to the nurses station."
Tsuzuki looked at him with eyes wide in horror.
Ah those eyes! The eyes of inhuman brightness! They really were too pretty to be human. Muraki smiled to himself knowing that Tsuzuki would not allow himself to be seen like this. "Feeling shy?"
"Bastard." The shinigami knew he had to think of a way out of this mess, but how to you leave a mess if it is your own body?
"You really should take some breakfast." Muraki revealed a wheeled trolley with breakfast. "All natural ingredients, I guarantee." Service with a smile...
Tsuzuki didn't want to eat. He wanted to go home... but not like this. He wanted things back to normal. Damn Muraki!
"Would you like an apple? Or would you prefer an apple pie?"
The shinigami was too distraught to eat. Could Watari do something about these wings? How would he ever look Hisoka in the eyes again? He wasn't human. It was undeniable now. He wasn't human. He never was.
The doctor didn't wait for an answer. He was already unpeeling an apple.
Tsuzuki grabbed the blanket off the bed and wrapped himself in it. His wings were too large to be disguised by the sheet but they were out of sight for now. He didn't like how Muraki was looking at him.
Muraki peeled the apple leaving nothing of the skin. He finished slicing the apple and offered it to his patient.
"I don't want it."
"There are other things I can offer you instead." He goaded as he poised an apple slice over Tsuzuki's lips.
The shinigami reluctantly took a bite.
"Now you see that wasn't too hard. Was it?" Teased Muraki when Tsuzuki had finished the first slice. He fingers lightly stroked over his captive's left cheek and worked their way towards his left wing.
Tsuzuki went tense and tried to cover them up, but Muraki pulled down the blanket.
"Ravishing."
Tsuzuki blushed at the word.
"There is so much hunger in you Tsuzuki-san." Muraki poised the next slice on his lips, which Tsuzuki numbly took.
'More than just food!'
The shinigami looked down at the plate and saw the knife beside it. It was pretty sharp. He grabbed the knife.
The doctor forced the knife out of his hand. "No Tsuzuki-san we can't have that." His words were completely calm but there was nothing gentle about his touch as he pinned Tsuzuki down the cushion.
"Just cut them off!" The shinigami shouted in frustration.
"Do you really think that losing your wings or your eyes would make you human?"
A muffled sob was all Muraki heard in reply. He maneuvered Tsuzuki's head onto his lap, running his fingers through his hair and stroking the soft feathers.
"Please make me human." The words were out of Tsuzuki's mouth before he could stop them.
"And what would you give me in return?"
Tsuzuki fell silent regretting his words. He just admitted that he wasn't human. He peered up to find Muraki looking down on him. The doctor continued to pet him. He had curled up into the sheet, trying to hide. He saw himself reflected back in the doctor's visible eye. "What do you want?" The voice didn't sound like him it was so soft and distant, but it was his voice... there was no denying it. His voice. His body. His wings. It was him.
Muraki smiled and leaned in closer towards Tsuzuki. "To be one with you."
The shinigami stared back at the doctor, totally dumbfounded. Muraki stole a kiss.
Shadows tore the door apart.
"It seems we have visitors."
"TSUZUKI!"
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM YOU HENTAI!"
------
tbc
I should finish this soon, but I can't promise when that will be. Expect the next update in April.
I have a fan! (Or did I just lose that fan for posting this chapter?)
I lost my other files for this fic so I beg your indulgence.
03-25-04
