Lovely Ice
Lovely Ice
Chapter Two: Forgotten Angel
By: yukie-chan
Author's Notes: I'm really sorry for the late posting! I was quite busy memorizing a piano piece this past few days. And, uh, thank you to all those who reviewed! I owe all my inspiration from you guys!
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Replies to reviews:
To Koyuki, crazzzybanana: Yeah, I know. Am I abusing him too much? I guess so. _
To Kaori-chan, blizzard: I know I'm using hii-chan too much but accept it: you liked the idea didn't you? And, yeah, not everyone wants to be a whore and Hisoka's reasons are revealed in later chapters. Thanks for reviewing!
To Ita-chan: Don't worry, I'll finish this fic, I promise! And I can't answer all your questions! It'll ruin the fun! Maybe next time...
To syazerq, Silver-Winged-Angel: Thanks for all your nice comments! I'll try updating more frequently this time.
To xXLil Yu JahXx, miisa: Of course, he's an angel but not very innocent, ne? ^^
To Fanny-chan, Hoshi-sensei, empathy-no-tenshi: I understand that it was a cliffhanger but I was really sleepy! But I really appreciate that you liked my fic! Domo!
To yamatoforever: Wow, what a great reader..you actually noticed that? Well, here are some answers to your questions: first, Tsuzuki is a shinigami. He was sent in Nagasaki to investigate the unusual number of murders in the area. Second, Tsuzuki didn't notice the boy's wounds in the first chapter because he was so immersed at looking at hii-chan's face and he wasn't_that_near to notice them. But he will later on.
To blaze, Cherry-Bay, Sissy and Kody: As I said, I was quite busy so, I wasn't able to update faster. Thanks for the reviews!
On with the fic!
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"Eh?," Tsuzuki muttered disbelievingly. He couldn't put him himself to believe that this seemingly lovely and innocent angel would come up to him and say, 'You're next.' But what surprised him most is what a teenager like this lovely boy doing in whorehouse. Poverty? Pleasure? Money? He couldn't guess.
/Baka! Take hold of the situation first!/, he mentally scolded himself. Okay, so now, he was standing in room with a sexy teen asking him to sleep with him. Wait, the boy didn't just mistake him for a pervert, did he? Maybe he was, but it was not obvious, was it?
/No, no, no, Asato! This isn't right! Can't you see he's drugged?! He doesn't know what he's doing! And he's a kid, nonetheless!/, he slapped himself mentally. But his thoughts weren't helping now..his body was starting to react.
Then, feeling his customer stiffen, he looked up, "Ne, are you alright?"
"Eh? Ah, I mean, it's nothing," Tsuzuki replied, knowing all too well that not even a fool would believe what he said. But he had to think of some excuse to get this boy off him or else he might blow his cover if he didn't think of something.
"I'm not your type, is that it?," the boy asked again, looking at him with those pretty eyes with the color of emerald.
"No, of course not! Well, uhm, I mean, aren't you a bit too young for, well, these kind of things?," he replied, not being able to think of any other answer. "What's your name?," he asked again to relieve the tension between them.
"Hisoka," was all he said.
"I see.. So, Hisoka what are you doi--," his statement was cut short as Hisoka fell unto his knees and held at the hem of his black pants. "Oi, are you okay?"
"Ah, hai..," Hisoka managed to reply as he desperately tried to stand but failed.
Tsuzuki knelt beside his fallen angel and brushed his almost blond locks away from his eyes, "It's okay. Don't push yourself. You don't have to stand if you can't. Anyways, what's wrong? You look like you're dehydrating." He mentally slapped himself again for that. it was obvious that he * was * dehydrating but, from what? Oh, yeah, of course, sex. Well, if having that all night wouldn't happen to you. / Wait..that means, he's having sex all night? Shit! I gotta find some water! /
The shinigami stood up, reaching for the glass of water he was supposed to bring for him. As soon as he took hold of it, he quickly gave Hisoka the water. "Here, drink this."
As the boy was drinking he couldn't help but notice the wound marks on his back. Burn marks..that means, someone stubbed him with a cigarette. He scanned his body again for more. Bite marks..they were probably made when he was drugged and whip marks.. Tsuzuki suddenly got very angry. Who would abuse a teenager with this beauty? He was supposed to be going to school, having a normal life!
He couldn't bear the fact that this boy was being used as a sex slave, used to feed a sicko man's lust. How long could he have been staying here? Then, he noticed something sticky on the floor. It was blood. Realization dawned on him, Hisoka was bleeding. The blood was coming between his legs. He was raped all night long..
As the boy finished drinking, it seemed as if he gained a bit of consciousness from the drug, "Why do you have water with you?" Hisoka was puzzled. Who in the world would bring water for a worthless slut like him. Not unless..
"I'm a waiter," Tsuzuki was jerked out of his reverie as soon as the boy spoke up. God, he had such beautiful voice.
"A waiter?!" he shouted angrily as he pushed the shinigami away from his body. "A waiter?! How low could you people get? First, you drug me then, use me as your sex toy! How dare you take advantage of me!," he continued as he glared daggers at the man.
"Wa-wait! You don't understand! I came here and you were the one seducing me because you were drugged!," Tsuzuki couldn't help getting angry at the boy, blaming him for everything.
"Lying won't get us anywhere," Hisoka replied, his voice as cold as ice.
"I'm not lying! I already gave you water when you were dehydrating! Is that the way to thank the person who just helped you?!," the shinigami was starting to lose his patience.
"Do you think I'll buy that? I've heard that excuse so many times in my life. And just because you * helped * me, doesn't mean that you can do whatever you want! And if you're not lying, why didn't you push me off? It's obvious that you were just like them! Besides, I'd rather die than lead this sinful life if only.. Anyways, get out! I have customers who _have_ money to tend to," the boy was finally able to stand up as he held unto the nearby bed for support.
Tsuzuki noticed the change of tone in the boy's voice when he almost said the reason why he had to stay here. / Not like I care./ he mentally said but something in his heart wanted to comfort this broken angel.
"Well, what are you staring at?," Hisoka asked irritably. "And bring that oh-so-valuable water and wine with you."
The shinigami just glared at the boy one last time as he left the room.
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"You've been a very bad boy, haven't you? You collapsed again and now, I have to train you once again, my boy," a creepy, stern voice said from the dark corner of the room which held a secret passage only his master knows.
"No! Please! I'll do anything you want! Just please..anything but that!"
"A good boy listens to his master, does he not?"
/No..why does this life had to be so cruel? Why is everyone so cruel to me? God, I'm so sorry.. I didn't want to be who I am now..I'm sorry for what I've become..for what I am../
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Somewhere in Tsuzuki's heart, he knew what he did was wrong. Hisoka was only sixteen and forced into prostitution. It's not his fault if he was like that, was he?
/Hisoka..I promise, I'll free you from this hell..Hisoka..my forgotten angel../, Tsuzuki absently thought as he fell into the depths of unconsciousness..
TBC
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Author's notes: So, how was it? I hope it's not so much of a cliffhanger. And I think Tatsumi is making an appearance next chapter..Anyways, I apologize again for any mistakes you may spot in the fic, I don't have a beta so; I can't guarantee that it's that good.
I'll try to update sooner. Again, thanks for all the nice reviews and for reading.
Oyasumi.
Lovely Ice
Chapter Two: Forgotten Angel
By: yukie-chan
Author's Notes: I'm really sorry for the late posting! I was quite busy memorizing a piano piece this past few days. And, uh, thank you to all those who reviewed! I owe all my inspiration from you guys!
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Replies to reviews:
To Koyuki, crazzzybanana: Yeah, I know. Am I abusing him too much? I guess so. _
To Kaori-chan, blizzard: I know I'm using hii-chan too much but accept it: you liked the idea didn't you? And, yeah, not everyone wants to be a whore and Hisoka's reasons are revealed in later chapters. Thanks for reviewing!
To Ita-chan: Don't worry, I'll finish this fic, I promise! And I can't answer all your questions! It'll ruin the fun! Maybe next time...
To syazerq, Silver-Winged-Angel: Thanks for all your nice comments! I'll try updating more frequently this time.
To xXLil Yu JahXx, miisa: Of course, he's an angel but not very innocent, ne? ^^
To Fanny-chan, Hoshi-sensei, empathy-no-tenshi: I understand that it was a cliffhanger but I was really sleepy! But I really appreciate that you liked my fic! Domo!
To yamatoforever: Wow, what a great reader..you actually noticed that? Well, here are some answers to your questions: first, Tsuzuki is a shinigami. He was sent in Nagasaki to investigate the unusual number of murders in the area. Second, Tsuzuki didn't notice the boy's wounds in the first chapter because he was so immersed at looking at hii-chan's face and he wasn't_that_near to notice them. But he will later on.
To blaze, Cherry-Bay, Sissy and Kody: As I said, I was quite busy so, I wasn't able to update faster. Thanks for the reviews!
On with the fic!
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"Eh?," Tsuzuki muttered disbelievingly. He couldn't put him himself to believe that this seemingly lovely and innocent angel would come up to him and say, 'You're next.' But what surprised him most is what a teenager like this lovely boy doing in whorehouse. Poverty? Pleasure? Money? He couldn't guess.
/Baka! Take hold of the situation first!/, he mentally scolded himself. Okay, so now, he was standing in room with a sexy teen asking him to sleep with him. Wait, the boy didn't just mistake him for a pervert, did he? Maybe he was, but it was not obvious, was it?
/No, no, no, Asato! This isn't right! Can't you see he's drugged?! He doesn't know what he's doing! And he's a kid, nonetheless!/, he slapped himself mentally. But his thoughts weren't helping now..his body was starting to react.
Then, feeling his customer stiffen, he looked up, "Ne, are you alright?"
"Eh? Ah, I mean, it's nothing," Tsuzuki replied, knowing all too well that not even a fool would believe what he said. But he had to think of some excuse to get this boy off him or else he might blow his cover if he didn't think of something.
"I'm not your type, is that it?," the boy asked again, looking at him with those pretty eyes with the color of emerald.
"No, of course not! Well, uhm, I mean, aren't you a bit too young for, well, these kind of things?," he replied, not being able to think of any other answer. "What's your name?," he asked again to relieve the tension between them.
"Hisoka," was all he said.
"I see.. So, Hisoka what are you doi--," his statement was cut short as Hisoka fell unto his knees and held at the hem of his black pants. "Oi, are you okay?"
"Ah, hai..," Hisoka managed to reply as he desperately tried to stand but failed.
Tsuzuki knelt beside his fallen angel and brushed his almost blond locks away from his eyes, "It's okay. Don't push yourself. You don't have to stand if you can't. Anyways, what's wrong? You look like you're dehydrating." He mentally slapped himself again for that. it was obvious that he * was * dehydrating but, from what? Oh, yeah, of course, sex. Well, if having that all night wouldn't happen to you. / Wait..that means, he's having sex all night? Shit! I gotta find some water! /
The shinigami stood up, reaching for the glass of water he was supposed to bring for him. As soon as he took hold of it, he quickly gave Hisoka the water. "Here, drink this."
As the boy was drinking he couldn't help but notice the wound marks on his back. Burn marks..that means, someone stubbed him with a cigarette. He scanned his body again for more. Bite marks..they were probably made when he was drugged and whip marks.. Tsuzuki suddenly got very angry. Who would abuse a teenager with this beauty? He was supposed to be going to school, having a normal life!
He couldn't bear the fact that this boy was being used as a sex slave, used to feed a sicko man's lust. How long could he have been staying here? Then, he noticed something sticky on the floor. It was blood. Realization dawned on him, Hisoka was bleeding. The blood was coming between his legs. He was raped all night long..
As the boy finished drinking, it seemed as if he gained a bit of consciousness from the drug, "Why do you have water with you?" Hisoka was puzzled. Who in the world would bring water for a worthless slut like him. Not unless..
"I'm a waiter," Tsuzuki was jerked out of his reverie as soon as the boy spoke up. God, he had such beautiful voice.
"A waiter?!" he shouted angrily as he pushed the shinigami away from his body. "A waiter?! How low could you people get? First, you drug me then, use me as your sex toy! How dare you take advantage of me!," he continued as he glared daggers at the man.
"Wa-wait! You don't understand! I came here and you were the one seducing me because you were drugged!," Tsuzuki couldn't help getting angry at the boy, blaming him for everything.
"Lying won't get us anywhere," Hisoka replied, his voice as cold as ice.
"I'm not lying! I already gave you water when you were dehydrating! Is that the way to thank the person who just helped you?!," the shinigami was starting to lose his patience.
"Do you think I'll buy that? I've heard that excuse so many times in my life. And just because you * helped * me, doesn't mean that you can do whatever you want! And if you're not lying, why didn't you push me off? It's obvious that you were just like them! Besides, I'd rather die than lead this sinful life if only.. Anyways, get out! I have customers who _have_ money to tend to," the boy was finally able to stand up as he held unto the nearby bed for support.
Tsuzuki noticed the change of tone in the boy's voice when he almost said the reason why he had to stay here. / Not like I care./ he mentally said but something in his heart wanted to comfort this broken angel.
"Well, what are you staring at?," Hisoka asked irritably. "And bring that oh-so-valuable water and wine with you."
The shinigami just glared at the boy one last time as he left the room.
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"You've been a very bad boy, haven't you? You collapsed again and now, I have to train you once again, my boy," a creepy, stern voice said from the dark corner of the room which held a secret passage only his master knows.
"No! Please! I'll do anything you want! Just please..anything but that!"
"A good boy listens to his master, does he not?"
/No..why does this life had to be so cruel? Why is everyone so cruel to me? God, I'm so sorry.. I didn't want to be who I am now..I'm sorry for what I've become..for what I am../
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Somewhere in Tsuzuki's heart, he knew what he did was wrong. Hisoka was only sixteen and forced into prostitution. It's not his fault if he was like that, was he?
/Hisoka..I promise, I'll free you from this hell..Hisoka..my forgotten angel../, Tsuzuki absently thought as he fell into the depths of unconsciousness..
TBC
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Author's notes: So, how was it? I hope it's not so much of a cliffhanger. And I think Tatsumi is making an appearance next chapter..Anyways, I apologize again for any mistakes you may spot in the fic, I don't have a beta so; I can't guarantee that it's that good.
I'll try to update sooner. Again, thanks for all the nice reviews and for reading.
Oyasumi.
