Author's Note: As always, I would like to thank my readers and reviewers. I hope everyone has enjoyed the story so far and will continue to do so. A huge thanks to Aqua Drageen, who I must also give some credit to, as some events used in this chapter are based off of a RP session between the two of us. Perhaps it would be most accurate to say that she sort of acts like my Muraki encyclopedia; if I wish to discuss some elements I see in his character, I turn to her. She is now, and always has been, most helpful. I hope she fills luffed now. w
Special Note: Tatsumi again... attempts... growing - Also a bit of MurakixTsuzuki to be enjoyed. =9 (Not to mention the teeny weeny almost microscopic TsuzukixHisoka oO) ... and now MurakixWatari. -; Also, if you guys don't like the little notes I've started to leave at the bottom, just tell me and they will vanish again.
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Hisoka
I sit by Tsuzuki's bedside, gently stroking his hair. Tatsumi, displaying his constant wisdom and fabulous bureaucratic connections, had managed to get us the day off. He has asked me to stay beside my partner and attend to him; never in all of the time I have known our Secretary has he ever suggested such a foolish thing.
Of course I am staying with Tsuzuki! Where else would I go? What else would I be doing? Who else can sooth his pain, if not I?
All night I have stayed by his side, calming him with more than mere words. At first, when the dark emotions raged with him, I flooded his mind with tranquil reassurances, wordless but powerful. As the nightmares rose to plague him, I quieted them, allowing him to sleep in peace.
What did it matter that I had little sleep that night? As first light hits the sky, and I am certain that Tsuzuki rests easily, I allow myself to nap for a bit.
Within a few minutes I jerk my head up, feeling a presence enter the room. I relax slightly when I see that it is merely Tatsumi, who immediately apologizes, "I am sorry; I did not mean to startle you."
I rub my eyes, trying not to sound overly tired, "No, it's alright. I'm just a little jumpy right now, I'm afraid."
"Completely understandable, given the circumstances."
Nodding, I offer him a seat, which he quickly takes, "What news, Tatsumi? What are we going to do?"
Pushing his glasses up, he sighs, "As of right now, there seems to be nothing we can do. We do not know what Muraki will do to Watari; we have not the faintest clue. It may be more dangerous to seek him out than to leave him where he is."
"Surely you cannot believe that!" I feel my hands clench into fists, and I do not seek to control my astonishment, "With all due respect, sir, I think that we know enough about Muraki not to take any risks! We have to rescue Watari!"
"But what if Watari does not want to be rescued, Hisoka?" Twin sapphire eyes close briefly before returning to me, "Muraki said that Watari was going of his own free will. If this is true, then he may not want us to come to him."
"I cannot believe you can sit here spouting this... this madness! Why would Watari do such a thing? Can you even THINK of a logical reason why he would go off with a known serial killer?"
"Yes. I can actually think of several. If Watari could use himself as a bargaining chip to keep any more innocents from dying, or to protect any member of the Bureau, then he would have done so without hesitation. I do not propose to cease efforts to locate him, but it must be done subtly. Or... whatever plan our scientist has could be ruined."
I look towards my still sleeping partner, and then at my senior officer. It is wrong for me to second-guess him, I know. Still, in the corner of my mind, I remember the day Tsuzuki tried to kill himself and Muraki along with him, how Tatsumi was willing to allow him to do so if it was what he wanted.
A muffled groan rises from the bed, as a sleepy set of eyes open, "If you two must argue... couldn't you do it somewhere away from me?"
Almost at the same time I become aware of Tsuzuki's consciousness, and I bite back my gasp. While he slept, I had been unaware of his presence unless I sought it out; now his emotions and thoughts, which had been muted, now flare up in bright colors, flashing across the plane of my mind.
Almost immediately he seems to realize it and the colors fade a bit, making it easier to cope, and a gentle whisper brushes me, 'Sorry; I forgot...'
'It's okay, Tsuzuki...' I hasten to reassure him, probing his psyche gently, almost dreading the dark emotions I may find. Much to my relief, I find no signs of his former depression, only an icy ball of anger and fear for Watari's well being. Those are perfectly acceptable, I think, given the current circumstances, and I quickly back out the way I originally had come.
My partner gives no sign that he has felt this; I have come to believe that, being more used to seeing the minds of others, I have a greater sensitivity when it comes to our link. However, that is something I shall have to ponder on later.
Tatsumi gives a start at Tsuzuki's words, "Forgive me; I did not mean to disturb your rest. How are you feeling?"
Laughing, Tsuzuki sits up and stretches, "As well as can be expected, given the circumstances." He then grows serious, his amethyst eyes darkening, "Tatsumi... I heard what you told Hisoka, and I have to know: do you truly think Watari will be alright?"
Hesitation overtakes our Secretary, before he responds, "I do not know. I simply know that, given the circumstances, anything can happen, and I wish to minimize the risk to Watari in any way that I can. The problem is that I do not know HOW to do that."
Frustration wells in those normally cool blue eyes, as he looks at his hands, "Is leaving him in the clutches of that madman the greatest risk? If he swore that he would go with Muraki and none of us would interfere, and we did, would the danger increase? I do not know which is more dangerous for him! I cannot possibly judge, with only this little information that has been given me!"
I remain silent; I have no words that can comfort him. My inexperience with people has once again proven itself in this instance, and Tsuzuki seems to understand, speaking softly, "It's okay, Tatsumi. No one expects you to know how best to handle this situation. However, we have to do something, or everything is lost. If anything does happen to Watari, and we did not try to stop it, it would be far worse than anything else because we will all blame ourselves."
Sighing, Tatsumi rises, "As of now, we have no orders from above on what to do or not to do. That leaves us all free reign, for at least for the time being. Whatever steps we feel necessary we can take, until told otherwise, and I intend to use this time to plan with the Goushoshins. Perhaps there will be some clues in Muraki's past crimes that will help us guess what he will do next, and hard research should at least give us his last known address..."
"Are you encouraging us to pursue our own investigation then, sir?"
As soon as I ask the question, he faces me, giving a slight smirk, "Let us say instead that I, like my superiors, are not telling you cannot. 'It is easier to beg forgiveness than to gain permission'[1]."
As he walks out, Tsuzuki smiles towards me before giving another cat-like stretch, "I think that would be a yes, Hisoka."
I cannot contain my slight annoyance, "Why not just tell us to do so in the first place? Why beat around the bush about it?"
Rising, Tsuzuki gently places a hand on my shoulder, "Because he cannot order us to do it; we must choose to. Surely that is plain, right?"
My eyes widen as he reaches for his coat, and I grab his arm, ignoring the initial hesitation to do so, "Where do you think you're going?"
"Just out for a walk. Do I have to have your permission to do that?"
The dark seriousness in his voice and feelings disturb me, "I did not stay up all night to take care of you for you to go skipping off at first light! Don't think you're going to get away from me just so you can go and sink into another depressed state! I won't let you!"
He smiles at me, drawing me into his arms and placing a gentle kiss on the top of my head, "Worried are you? For shame Hisoka! Pretty soon someone is going to remember that you're human under that frigid exterior of yours."
I open my mouth to protest, but I do not have the opportunity. His lips close over my own, trapping me in a soft kiss. His mind overpowers my own; sweet love and care floods my soul, and soon I feel myself responding to that call, pouring forth my own affection and turning a single, almost chaste kiss into the most passionate experience of either my life or afterlife.
It is too much; I break away, unable to stand the ecstasy anymore. My breath comes in pants; I can feel my face flush. He seems to be in the same state, and he murmurs, "I... I think maybe I had better head out for that walk now..."
I nod my assent, licking my suddenly dry lips, "I will stay here to... to catch up on my rest... perhaps we can meet later?"
Smiling ever so sweetly, he gives me one final kiss before departing, "The restaurant we first ate at then for dinner? I'll meet you there this afternoon; no standing me up for the library this time, okay? Sweet sleep, my love[2]."
I initially feel saddened at his departure, but the needs of the flesh force me to lie upon the bed he has risen from. I can still feel his spirit as I touch the sheets and blankets; I can almost soak up the warmth left from his body.
Shifting into a comfortable position, I force my mental shields up more from force of habit than anything else, and allow my mind to drift off to sleep.
Muraki
I cannot help but smile as I insert the needle into the shinigami's arm, remembering only too well the panic and fear that had risen to his eyes mere moments before.
He remains passive all through the short process, watching as the two vials gradually fill with his blood. He does not say a word as I remove the needle and tourniquet, but when I press a piece of cotton gauze to the wound, a single golden brow raises, "That is not necessary, Doctor; you and I both know that the wound will heal quickly, since it is so small."
I apply a little more pressure, and he rewards me with a slight gasp before I release him, "Indeed. If I wanted a large wound, I should probably cut along this vein... here..." I stroke the large, blue vein that extends from his elbow to his wrist to punctuate my words, enjoying his slight shiver.
I rise from my position, slipping the two vials into my coat pocket as I do so, "Now I just need to take these to a lab for analysis..."
"Why not just use the facility right here?" The tone of his voice is genuinely puzzled, as he cocks his head, "This is a laboratory; it should have the instruments you need."
Unable to resist the temptation, I glance back at him, "Do you wish for me to stay so much? My my... I had no idea you so enjoyed my company..."
A blush consumes his delicate features, even as flame springs forth in his eyes, "That's not it at all! I care not in the least! It is simply the most logical option before you."
"Ah, but then again, the most logical thing for me to do while you flush that magnificent crimson color is to either continue to tease you mercilessly or take you straight to my bed and tie you down for my pleasure..."[3] I chuckle at his open-mouthed expression, before turning around once more, "However, if I were to do so, neither of us would get any work done. So, now I leave you. Until later this evening, my little bird."
I leave before he has a chance to reply, walking out of the house and down the street. A light, warm breeze gently brushes against my face, allowing the afternoon to be quite pleasant indeed.
I am extremely curious as to the results I will find with these samples, though not half as much as the shinigami they came from. I do not know precisely what it is about him that thrills me so; perhaps it is the sheer challenge he presents, both in mind and spirit.
That does not even include the mystery surrounding his past life. I know from what he has told me that he is used to working in labs; this is not unusual for a scientist. However, the fact that he has been in more than one is unusual, and there is the name he let slip. 'Akira...'
Who could this Akira be? A friend? A co-worker? A lover? The possibilities are simply endless; I store it, along with the other information, into my memory for later consideration. Perhaps later tonight I will be able to uncover more information from him...
Practically without thinking about it, I stop into the lab at my medical practice. From force of habit I place both vials in the refrigerator and leave a note telling the nurses which test to run. I glance at the clock to check the time and marvel that it is already near five. If I had arrived only an hour earlier, this clinic would have been bustling with people. Now, five minutes until official closing time, no one.
Perfectly logical, of course. Last minute filing to be done, the company lounge needing to be cleaned, and all of the tests to be completed are already in progress. Satisfied, I walk out much the same as I entered; undisturbed and unquestioned.
I briefly consider returning home, but it seems a shame to do so now that Watari has the lab all to himself. I really should leave him alone long enough to at least start upon the project I desire of him.
Of course, this gives me time to plot some delicious surprises for him in the coming weeks. I smile at the mere thought of some of the torments I can put him through, feeling a tingle of anticipation along my spine. What a lovely feeling... to have so much control over a human life...
I continue my delightful contemplation as I walk the streets, and suddenly I become aware of a familiar shape a short distance away, one who cloaks himself in an ebony coat as dark as my own heart. 'Tsuzuki...'
He stands outside a bakery, peering through one of the windows at the confectionary creations within. Surrounding him are eager children, all of whom are busily engaged in the same activity. I see him smile as he whispers something to them; they all give a cheer and run into the store.
I stroll closer, taking a position previously occupied by the crowd and peer into the bakery. I watch as each child points to a sweet receives it; I alone witness my beloved paying the bill, after choosing a cake for himself.
I smile, seeing the genuine joy on Tsuzuki's face. Of course, it is only too logical that the man I love would also love children. How could I give my affection to anyone less? Innocent, delightful children, young, not concerned with the passing of their all too brief lives, unaware of the aging and death that awaits them.
My smile only grows as the children rush out the bakery, thanking Tsuzuki as they return to their waiting parents. My wonderful love merely smiles, taking his cake and beginning to walk down the street; he has not noticed me at all.
I place a hand on his shoulder, my speaking softly, "Ah - in my search for satisfaction I have found an even greater joy. Hello Tsuzuki."
He stiffens at my touch, and his hands begin to tremble, forcing him to drop his dessert onto the ground. I spin him around, suavely pushing his hair from his eyes as I give a sympathetic click of the tongue, "Aw. You dropped your cake, my china doll. Should I cheer you up?"
"Like Hell! Get away from me!" He attempts to push me away, but my grip tightens just enough to hold onto him. I stare into those mesmerizing amethyst eyes, seeing the thought process behind them. The expression on his face speaks volumes, and if they were to say something, I do believe it would be along the lines of: I'm screwed.
Smirking, I test my hunch, "That's what I'm hoping for, Tsuzuki..."
He blushes a deep scarlet, confirming my beliefs as he snarls, "Over my dead body..."
I lower my voice to a sensuous whisper, "Now now, doll. I would have the body... but nothing much else then, would I? That's only half the fun."
"I am-not- a doll!" He pushes my chest again, this time with enough force to succeed in breaking free and takes a step back. However, as he does so he slips on the remains of the cake, hitting the pavement hard enough to give a small cry of pain.[4]
With only a small chuckle, I allow my eyes to rove over his prone form, "You may be correct, Tsuzuki... you seem to be more of a puppet." I kneel down and put a hand on my love's chest to hold him in place, "I pull the strings and you follow how I lead..."
This answer does not please him at all, as he snaps, "No one pulls my strings... except cruel fate..."
"Fate -isn't- very kind, is she? She rarely is. We must play what we are dealt, though, no?"
"Or cheat..."
I am forced to smile, "I never said manipulating the deck was out of the question."
This makes him even angrier, the flames of rage making his face even more exquisite to gaze upon, "Except this isn't a card game. Life isn't a game, despite what you think."
"Simply an analogy, Tsuzuki," I murmur, using my free hand to caress his fiery cheek. "It's nice to know you care so greatly what I think, however."
He stiffens, his voice becoming cold, "What makes you think I give a damn what you think? I cannot think the way you do, Muraki; I wouldn't want to. You are a monster... more so than I have ever been."
I allow my facial expression to become crueler, leaning over him to stare deep into his eyes, "Oh, but a mental hell is such a great place to be..." Quickly, before he has time to react, I kiss him fiercely, applying even more pressure to his chest to keep him from resisting.[5]
He reacts much quicker than I had anticipated, biting my lip until the blood flows. I break the kiss, licking the bleeding mark as I caress Tsuzuki's face once more before rising and dusting some crumbs from my coat, "Fate has dealt you harshly, my little china puppet, but there's nothing I can do to save you either..."
Puzzlement spreads across his face, even as he wipes his mouth with his sleeve to remove the blood, "What on earth are you talking about? Save me from what?"
I glance down towards my love, smiling, "Nothing you need concern yourself with, Tsuzuki, since you find my mind so horrible."
Panic lights his features now, and his eyes dart to the children, the little ones who were happily walking home with their parents, unaware of anything that had happened between us, "No... whatever you're planning, no. Every time I see you someone is hurt... or someone dies."
"Does that plague your mind? Worry not; I can promise you that, for a time, I will not kill another to draw you to me."
He rises to his feet, his voice strangely quiet, "Oh? Why is that?"
"Do not sound so disappointed, my love; it is certainly not because of a lack of desire to see you," I turn away from him, placing my hands in my pockets. "It was on that condition that your friend Watari came with me, along with the promise that I would not attempt to kill that annoying boy that hangs around you. I am willing to pay so small a price... to possess such an extraordinary creature..."[6]
"Do you honestly expect me to believe that? Why should I listen to you?!"
I chuckle lightly, "You do not have to, of course. Yet, it would seem you really have no choice in the matter whatsoever. Of course, I could always take you to see your friend and let you ask him... but that would make the game less interesting, wouldn't it?"
My only response is silence, and I smile, knowing he cannot see it, "What are you planning on doing tomorrow, Tsuzuki? Perhaps you would agree to meet me somewhere so that we could continue... our conversation."
"You will bring Watari with you?"
"I make no promises; the next move is yours."
"What makes you think I would agree?"
Even though the words are defiant, I hear the defeat in them, and I speak softly, before beginning to walk away, "As I said before, I pull the strings, and you follow suit. The trick is to know... which strings to pull. I will meet you here tomorrow. Until then... my beautiful china puppet..."
Tsuzuki
I stand perfectly still, hardly believing my ill luck. As if today's embarrassment was not enough, that psycho wants me to meet him again tomorrow!
I can still taste the metallic saltiness of his blood on my lips, detesting it with a passion I had not felt possible. How dare he kiss me, here, in front of all of these children?! Has he no shame?![7]
Even as he walks away from me, I have no intention of allowing him to do so. I have set out to find Watari; Muraki is the only one who knows where he is. I swallow back the knot of disgust in my throat, grabbing his arm, "Wait..."
He turns to face me, those silver eyes glinting as he smiles, "Yes, Tsuzuki?"
"I want to know where Watari is; I want him back. What do I have to do to secure his freedom?"
I cannot stop the blush that spreads across my face as his gaze slides down my body, and he gives a light chuckle, "You still speak as though I hold him prisoner; this is not so. As I have told you, we have a business agreement. I shall keep my end of the bargain, and he will complete his job. Only then will he be released."
He cocks his head, his voice smooth with only a trace of mockery, "Is it so hard to accept that your friend came willingly with me, doll? Not everyone finds me as horribly unpleasant as you do..."
I can feel anger claim my heart, and I hiss, "Silence! Watari would not go with you because of your charming personality; I still have trouble believing he went with you at all!"
"Whether you choose to believe it or not is irrelevant; sometimes the truth is simply too painful to truly see. I understand this and accept your disbelief. However," here his voice takes a silken tone, his metallic eyes narrowing, "if you stay by me much longer, I may very well be tempted to take you home this minute, my defiant little puppet. I am sure Watari would not appreciate that..."
"You can't pull that crap with me Muraki; I know you don't give a damn about anyone but yourself."
For a moment, one brief, chilling moment, I imagine that I see pain flash in those silvery eyes. However, I am torn away from them by the sounds of a lady crying, "YUMI! WATCH OUT!"
Horrified, I turn to see a little girl, no older than six or seven, halfway across the street. She looks so happy... so radiant. But all that comes to an end when a car collides with her, knocking her to the pavement.
The same lady, her mother I presume, gives a blood-curdling scream before dashing into the street after her child. The driver is already out of the vehicle, shaking from head to toe as he kneels beside the motionless girl.
Forgetting about Muraki, I rush to the scene. Immediately I see that the child has a tremendous head wound, her blood staining the pavement. The mother is quickly becoming hysterical, sobbing and throwing herself over the body while the unfortunate driver looks on in dismay, though he gives a shout, "A doctor! Someone get a doctor!"
A deep, all too familiar voice appears behind my shoulder, "I am a physician... please allow me to have a look at her."
Brushing past me, Muraki kneels beside the child. In one swift movement, he removes his long, white coat, wrapping it around her bleeding skull in place of a bandage. Whenever the mother resists his efforts to push her away, he gives a growl, "Tsuzuki... will you please take this woman and keep her out of my way so that I can do my job?"
It is not so much a question as a command, and I am a little surprised to find myself obeying him so easily. The mother, exhausted from her hysteria, does not offer much resistance, practically falling into my arms.
Muraki then turns his eyes to the driver, "I have a clinic nearby; help me carry her there."
The man nods, scooping the girl into his arms, as Muraki continues to apply pressure to the wound. As they begin to move down the street, I follow, leading the worried mother.
When we reach the clinic, they are just about to close. Clearly in his element, my nemesis snaps a few orders, which the remaining staff hastily enact. A bed with wheels is swiftly brought out, and as soon as the girl is rested upon it, Muraki speaks to me again, "Tsuzuki, you will stay with the mother. I will come back as soon as I have something to tell her..."
Any brief flash of defiance that rises within me dies at the sight of the distraught mother, and I nod gloomily, knowing I will remain.
Time stills to that indescribable paradox of speeds. My perception of the passing moments makes them feel as hours, yet when I look at my watch, I see that a mere fifteen minutes have passed.
I have found out, in the brief span of time, that the mother's name is Sakura[8] and that Yumi is her only child. I learn how Sakura works all day long as a seamstress in order to earn enough to support her beloved daughter; her husband has been dead for almost a year.
I am a bit puzzled, though not displeased, by the continued presence of the driver, who comes to sit next to the two of us. In another brief span I discover that he is Doctor Sanami Shido, a veterinarian who shares his practice with his sister. He takes the day shift, while she works nights.[9]
The mood of the room is tense, and it seems only too soon before Muraki returns, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. I would swear that, when he sighs, there is a sadness there... a grief that I have never seen in him before, "I regret to say that, despite our best efforts... the little girl has died..."
I remember the injury only too well, and I know that it is only too possible that the little girl died from it. Still, it does not make her passing any easier, and I allow myself a moment of brief for this child that I known so very briefly.
Dr. Shido buries his head in hands before rising, walking over to Yumi's mother, "Ms. Sakura... I-"
She hisses, striking him across the face, "GET AWAY FROM ME! YOU KILLED HER! YOU KILLED MY YUMI!"
He sighs, closing his hazel eyes, "I am so sorry, miss... you have no idea how much. I never saw your little girl until it was too late. I will, of course, pay for the funeral services and the medical bill... although I know it is not enough..."
"YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT IT'S NOT ENOUGH! I WANT MY BABY BACK; I WANT MY YUMI!" Once more breaking down into tears, I barely catch the mother as she faints, completely drained. The grief on Shido's face is overwhelming; but he manages to sound calm as he turns to me, "If you will put her in my car, I will find out where she lives and take her home. Dr. Muraki, I will call a funeral parlor immediately to make arrangements. Until then, may the body stay here? I... I don't think that her mother should see her..."
Muraki speaks softly, "Of course; nothing will happen to her over the span of a single night. The nurses have already begun preparations, since we would hate to put her in a morgue and send her mother for her there. The body can be picked up from here tomorrow. Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me... I really must be on my way home."
He brushes past us, appearing, as he always does at first glance, a colorless angel. Only, this time, as he walks away, his image is marred by the ruby red blood that stains his garments; unlike other times, I know that this blood was shed in trying to preserve life instead of taking it.
I turn to Shido Sanami, bowing slightly, "Do you need me anymore? I mean... I can come back tomorrow with you when you take the body, if you like, and I'd like to attend the funeral."
He smiles sadly, "Yes... thank you. You're kindness is appreciated; I will be sure to give you the schedule as soon as I can. I shall see you tomorrow morning then?"
I nod, "Goodbye, Shido. Take good care of Sakura."
After making sure he gets the unconscious woman into the car safely, I sprint after Muraki, not even really knowing why I do so. Something in his manner had expressed sadness; I had an uncontrollable urge to know why. He felt sorrow for this little girl... why had he not felt sorrow for other victims? It drives me mad to try and reason it out, yet I know that there most BE a reason!
"Oi, Muraki! Wait!" I cry out to him, managing to catch his attention when he is not too far away.
A smile immediately rises to his face, one that I have seen before, "Tsuzuki, I was not planning on seeing you again until tomorrow evening. Surely you do not wish to accompany me home? I doubt you would like the end result of such an encounter."
I do not let his teasing words distract me, and I immediately put forth my question, "That girl... you tried to save her. You feel for her in a way I have never seen you feel before; you show compassion to her that you have never shown anyone. Why? What is it about this case that makes it so different?"
Muraki's silver eyes close briefly, as he chuckles, "Is that what you have tracked me down for, Tsuzuki? Is that all?"
"Yes..."
"Then, I can only think of one way to answer you. The reason this case is different is... that I did not have the joy of killing her myself. Nothing more... nothing less..."[10]
Watari
It is strange how having a task before you can make your life so much easier. Take me, for example. I have entered into a bargain with a psychotic killer, one who believes that my blood holds some sort of power to bring life to what has none. I have placed myself totally within his hands, and am I worried?
Not in the least! I am far too busy to allow feelings of worry to overtake my heart! I have to design an entire human body, minus the head, in machinery? It is certainly an interesting task!
It distracts me from the unpleasant situation I find myself in, at the very least. I begin my project with the designing stage; it is amazing how easy it is when one has a pretty good model to base off of. I think that the prototype will meet with Muraki's approval, though I could not explain to anyone why. Perhaps it is because I have, through electricity and circuitry, created a way for the machine to feel pain when connected to the brain; perhaps it is because I have found a way to make it bleed convincingly when cut or stabbed.
Of course, when I draw this thing, it will become alive. Well, to be more accurate, it will become real; only with the head attached to it can it be alive. Even then, I am not too sure. So what if the head once more regains consciousness? Saki, the one that Muraki seeks revenge from so desperately has died and passed on, unless some way was found to prevent him from doing so. Still, perhaps just simulating life will be enough for Muraki. I do not know enough about him to be sure.
Some might find it strange that I throw myself so much into the project, but really it is not that much of a surprise. Even when I was alive, I did such things. The important thing is to think of the project. Don't ask why your employers are having you design it; never question whether or not it is ethical. No... never wonder about that at all. Some projects you can't; sometimes you know only too well the dangers of that which you create, although you are never sure if that is what it is going to be used for. Every scientist knew that as a tool of the trade, most everyone, 'But not Akira...'
No. I won't think about Akira. I blurted his name out in front of Muraki today, and I know that he will try to figure out what it all means. I won't tell him; I'll block it from my mind.
'I sure wish I had 003; he always manages to keep my mind occupied...' Even as I think the words, I know it is a foolish hope. I do not know when I will again see my feathered companion; I do not know how long it will to take me to work my way through this business I have wrapped myself in. Even then it is not certain. I had not made any arrangements with Muraki about my release; he may choose to kill me on the spot. If anyone would know how, it would be he.
Then, the cynical part of my mind takes over, 'Oh no... there are things worse than death, and THOSE are what Muraki would know... and inflict...'
As if in answer to my thoughts, I hear the door open and close, and I know that the beast has returned to his lair. Instead of waiting for him to come to me, I take the initiative to go to him. By doing so, I feel that I have taken away some of the power he holds over me; I will not cower in fear waiting when I can appear brave by meeting him.
"Is that you, Muraki? I have some of the first basic design specs; I think you'll like what you see," I call out, making my way from the lab to the living area.
As soon as I lay eyes upon him, I wish I had stayed in the lab. Crimson stains his white garments; I know it to be blood. I feel my mouth drop, and fear pulses through my veins. Has another innocent been killed while I stayed here?
The fear is replaced by anger spurred by guilt, and I snap, "You had better have a good explanation as for why that blood is all over you; we had an agreement! You were not to kill anyone while I stayed here!"
His silver eyes narrow as he turns to face me, and his voice is low, "You think me a fool? Even if I were to break that agreement, which I have not, I would never come home to you covered in the blood of my victim; I would be sure to be clean and tidy when I walked through the door so as not to arouse your suspicions. You know me better than that, my little bird."
I know that what he says is true, but I stand firm, "I'm still waiting for an explanation."
He drapes his coat, the only piece of his clothing still pure, over a chair, walking towards me. There is a coldness in his eyes, an icy quality that becomes more apparent with every step, and I find myself trying to appear unconcerned as I stand in the wake of it.
The silver-haired man draws close to me, perhaps a hands width away. I know that he wants me to appear scared or alarmed; I allow none of my emotions to come forth. Just as I think I have finally mastered my calm, his hand darts forward, grasping the collar of my shirt to pull me against him.
I cannot contain a gasp of surprise, as his other hand slides around my waist. I can feel the warmth of his body through the cloth, and I know that my clothes, when I am released will be stained with blood. Muraki hisses, "I do not owe you an explanation; I do not owe you anything. You entered into this arrangement knowing the possible consequences. Even if this was the blood of someone I killed, and not the blood of a patient I tried to save, it would make no difference. You are in the hands of a known murderer, my sweet Watari; the blood I have spilt stains my soul. Why does this physical blood alone disturb you?"
The intensity of his voice unnerves me; I have never heard him stray so far from his calm, soft-voiced manner. His silvery eyes blaze, but his voice lowers, as he brushes his lips against mine, "I was first drawn to you by blood, little bird. Even now I yearn to spill it, to taste it. I have an insatiable thirst for blood; I love to watch it as it drips upon the pavement or gleams in the moonlight. I love most of all when it coats the flesh of a victim, for then it is perfection, a mixture of ruby and ivory that can never be appreciated by others. Yet, I am not an animal; I can live without this pleasure, as I have proven by striking the bargain with you."
The arm around my waist tightens, and he removes the hand from my collar to slide onto my back, causing me to shiver. His chuckle is light, but so cold, "You said yourself when this began that you had entered a devil's bargain, and you grow frightened at the first sign that the bargain was broken. Trust me..."
I jerk my head away, hoping that my unease is covered by my sarcasm, "Oh yes, trust you. Trust a man who openly admits that he has a lust for blood. Trust a known killer who confesses readily to his crimes. Trust a known rapist who can't seem to keep his hands off me? Oh yes, Muraki, I do have so many reasons to trust you!"
I know immediately that I have said the wrong thing; his face loses all emotions, as he sneers, "Trust a man who always takes responsibility for his actions, no matter what they may be. Trust a man who, no matter what his other crimes, has never lied. Trust a man who is honest and open with his desires and has the strength to make them a reality. That is all I ask of you[11], and if you cannot do that, then you will have a far harder time in this partnership than I. Now, that is the end of the discussion. The least you can do is kiss and make up..."
I try to protest, but his mouth crushes mine, trapping me into the kiss. His lips are soft and warm, a combination I had not expected from someone so cold, and his tongue slides easily into my mouth to stroke my own. To my surprise, I find myself almost enjoying the sensation... almost.
I bite on the offending tongue, attempting to push the other man away even as I do so. His grip remains strong, but the tongue withdraws, and the kiss breaks soon after. He smiles at me, whispering, "That's right, little bird; fight against me. It makes it sweeter in the end, to know that I took the strength from you..."
My heart rate increases as he lowers his head, laying kisses on my neck, and he purrs, "What's your first name, Watari? You know mine, I am sure, from your files, but I do not know yours. Tell it to me."
It is a seemingly innocent question, and I see no harm in answering it, "Yutaka..."
I give a mental curse; why did my voice have to come out so weak and breathless? Muraki's ministrations continue, though he lifts his head to murmur, "Yutaka... rich you are indeed, in charm, beauty, and intellect. Warm in both body and spirit; yes... the name suits you well..." [12]
I try to fight the urge to relax into this madman's hold, but I feel my body doing it. I feel the warmth of pleasure flood my being as he continues to tease me, creating a small flush on my face, "M-Muraki..."
Even as I moan he releases me, causing me to fall to the cold, wooden floor of the living area. I feel the heat of my face as I sit there, stunned into silence as the sudden rush of pleasure fades away, leaving behind a mixture of confusion as to why it ended and shame that I felt such pleasure in the first place.
Muraki looks down at me, his silver eyes tearing into my soul before he turns away, "Take that as an example of light punishment for questioning and insulting me in my own house; your next penalty will be greater. Now... show me those designs you were speaking of earlier..."
I am left speechless for a few moments, before I rise. I try to block the scene from my mind, as I enter the room, but I cannot help but think to myself, 'I should not have been surprised; what else would he use as punishment? Dear Gods... what have I gotten myself into...'
[1] I really had no intention of continuing with these notes, but this one needs to be here. This quote comes from the marvelous writer, Mercedes Lackey. I do not claim it. w
[2] Disgustingly sweet? It's what I say to my friends when I tell them good night. So... yeah... n-n; Well... the 'sweet sleep' bit anyway. P
[3] A little -blunt- there isn't he? o.o (Yes, sometimes what comes out surprises even me XP)
[4] Smooth Tsuzuki... smooth as sandpaper. (Sandpaper quote comes from ChibiGingi o)
[5] Yes. In the middle of the sidewalk. In front of everyone. Muraki hath no shame. XP But apparently... no one noticed.
[6] Anyone ever read or seen 'Petshop of Horrors'? If yes... does Muraki remind you at all of Count D? Just a random connection... probably when I put 'extraordinary creature'. So maybe it's just my wacky brain.
[7] Why no, he doesn't. Didn't Tsuzuki-chan read note 5? =3 Okay... now I'm just getting ridiculous.
[8] Yes, I know it is a cheap way to get out of choosing a name, but she is unimportant so... blah! XP
[9] Muhahaha... yay for re-drawing in minor characters. -V
[10] What? You didn't expect for him to say anything NICE did you?
[11] This is not meant to be a Phantom of the Opera reference, but it's creepy if you're listening to that song while you read it because it just pops up at you! (This note written after a re-read while listening to said song. XD)
[12] According to my handy dandy Japanese-English dictionary (published by Random House) Yutaka means "rich". According to the kanji (and my friend Kara Angitia), Yutaka means "warm". So... I just sort of used both. 0
Special Note: Tatsumi again... attempts... growing - Also a bit of MurakixTsuzuki to be enjoyed. =9 (Not to mention the teeny weeny almost microscopic TsuzukixHisoka oO) ... and now MurakixWatari. -; Also, if you guys don't like the little notes I've started to leave at the bottom, just tell me and they will vanish again.
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Hisoka
I sit by Tsuzuki's bedside, gently stroking his hair. Tatsumi, displaying his constant wisdom and fabulous bureaucratic connections, had managed to get us the day off. He has asked me to stay beside my partner and attend to him; never in all of the time I have known our Secretary has he ever suggested such a foolish thing.
Of course I am staying with Tsuzuki! Where else would I go? What else would I be doing? Who else can sooth his pain, if not I?
All night I have stayed by his side, calming him with more than mere words. At first, when the dark emotions raged with him, I flooded his mind with tranquil reassurances, wordless but powerful. As the nightmares rose to plague him, I quieted them, allowing him to sleep in peace.
What did it matter that I had little sleep that night? As first light hits the sky, and I am certain that Tsuzuki rests easily, I allow myself to nap for a bit.
Within a few minutes I jerk my head up, feeling a presence enter the room. I relax slightly when I see that it is merely Tatsumi, who immediately apologizes, "I am sorry; I did not mean to startle you."
I rub my eyes, trying not to sound overly tired, "No, it's alright. I'm just a little jumpy right now, I'm afraid."
"Completely understandable, given the circumstances."
Nodding, I offer him a seat, which he quickly takes, "What news, Tatsumi? What are we going to do?"
Pushing his glasses up, he sighs, "As of right now, there seems to be nothing we can do. We do not know what Muraki will do to Watari; we have not the faintest clue. It may be more dangerous to seek him out than to leave him where he is."
"Surely you cannot believe that!" I feel my hands clench into fists, and I do not seek to control my astonishment, "With all due respect, sir, I think that we know enough about Muraki not to take any risks! We have to rescue Watari!"
"But what if Watari does not want to be rescued, Hisoka?" Twin sapphire eyes close briefly before returning to me, "Muraki said that Watari was going of his own free will. If this is true, then he may not want us to come to him."
"I cannot believe you can sit here spouting this... this madness! Why would Watari do such a thing? Can you even THINK of a logical reason why he would go off with a known serial killer?"
"Yes. I can actually think of several. If Watari could use himself as a bargaining chip to keep any more innocents from dying, or to protect any member of the Bureau, then he would have done so without hesitation. I do not propose to cease efforts to locate him, but it must be done subtly. Or... whatever plan our scientist has could be ruined."
I look towards my still sleeping partner, and then at my senior officer. It is wrong for me to second-guess him, I know. Still, in the corner of my mind, I remember the day Tsuzuki tried to kill himself and Muraki along with him, how Tatsumi was willing to allow him to do so if it was what he wanted.
A muffled groan rises from the bed, as a sleepy set of eyes open, "If you two must argue... couldn't you do it somewhere away from me?"
Almost at the same time I become aware of Tsuzuki's consciousness, and I bite back my gasp. While he slept, I had been unaware of his presence unless I sought it out; now his emotions and thoughts, which had been muted, now flare up in bright colors, flashing across the plane of my mind.
Almost immediately he seems to realize it and the colors fade a bit, making it easier to cope, and a gentle whisper brushes me, 'Sorry; I forgot...'
'It's okay, Tsuzuki...' I hasten to reassure him, probing his psyche gently, almost dreading the dark emotions I may find. Much to my relief, I find no signs of his former depression, only an icy ball of anger and fear for Watari's well being. Those are perfectly acceptable, I think, given the current circumstances, and I quickly back out the way I originally had come.
My partner gives no sign that he has felt this; I have come to believe that, being more used to seeing the minds of others, I have a greater sensitivity when it comes to our link. However, that is something I shall have to ponder on later.
Tatsumi gives a start at Tsuzuki's words, "Forgive me; I did not mean to disturb your rest. How are you feeling?"
Laughing, Tsuzuki sits up and stretches, "As well as can be expected, given the circumstances." He then grows serious, his amethyst eyes darkening, "Tatsumi... I heard what you told Hisoka, and I have to know: do you truly think Watari will be alright?"
Hesitation overtakes our Secretary, before he responds, "I do not know. I simply know that, given the circumstances, anything can happen, and I wish to minimize the risk to Watari in any way that I can. The problem is that I do not know HOW to do that."
Frustration wells in those normally cool blue eyes, as he looks at his hands, "Is leaving him in the clutches of that madman the greatest risk? If he swore that he would go with Muraki and none of us would interfere, and we did, would the danger increase? I do not know which is more dangerous for him! I cannot possibly judge, with only this little information that has been given me!"
I remain silent; I have no words that can comfort him. My inexperience with people has once again proven itself in this instance, and Tsuzuki seems to understand, speaking softly, "It's okay, Tatsumi. No one expects you to know how best to handle this situation. However, we have to do something, or everything is lost. If anything does happen to Watari, and we did not try to stop it, it would be far worse than anything else because we will all blame ourselves."
Sighing, Tatsumi rises, "As of now, we have no orders from above on what to do or not to do. That leaves us all free reign, for at least for the time being. Whatever steps we feel necessary we can take, until told otherwise, and I intend to use this time to plan with the Goushoshins. Perhaps there will be some clues in Muraki's past crimes that will help us guess what he will do next, and hard research should at least give us his last known address..."
"Are you encouraging us to pursue our own investigation then, sir?"
As soon as I ask the question, he faces me, giving a slight smirk, "Let us say instead that I, like my superiors, are not telling you cannot. 'It is easier to beg forgiveness than to gain permission'[1]."
As he walks out, Tsuzuki smiles towards me before giving another cat-like stretch, "I think that would be a yes, Hisoka."
I cannot contain my slight annoyance, "Why not just tell us to do so in the first place? Why beat around the bush about it?"
Rising, Tsuzuki gently places a hand on my shoulder, "Because he cannot order us to do it; we must choose to. Surely that is plain, right?"
My eyes widen as he reaches for his coat, and I grab his arm, ignoring the initial hesitation to do so, "Where do you think you're going?"
"Just out for a walk. Do I have to have your permission to do that?"
The dark seriousness in his voice and feelings disturb me, "I did not stay up all night to take care of you for you to go skipping off at first light! Don't think you're going to get away from me just so you can go and sink into another depressed state! I won't let you!"
He smiles at me, drawing me into his arms and placing a gentle kiss on the top of my head, "Worried are you? For shame Hisoka! Pretty soon someone is going to remember that you're human under that frigid exterior of yours."
I open my mouth to protest, but I do not have the opportunity. His lips close over my own, trapping me in a soft kiss. His mind overpowers my own; sweet love and care floods my soul, and soon I feel myself responding to that call, pouring forth my own affection and turning a single, almost chaste kiss into the most passionate experience of either my life or afterlife.
It is too much; I break away, unable to stand the ecstasy anymore. My breath comes in pants; I can feel my face flush. He seems to be in the same state, and he murmurs, "I... I think maybe I had better head out for that walk now..."
I nod my assent, licking my suddenly dry lips, "I will stay here to... to catch up on my rest... perhaps we can meet later?"
Smiling ever so sweetly, he gives me one final kiss before departing, "The restaurant we first ate at then for dinner? I'll meet you there this afternoon; no standing me up for the library this time, okay? Sweet sleep, my love[2]."
I initially feel saddened at his departure, but the needs of the flesh force me to lie upon the bed he has risen from. I can still feel his spirit as I touch the sheets and blankets; I can almost soak up the warmth left from his body.
Shifting into a comfortable position, I force my mental shields up more from force of habit than anything else, and allow my mind to drift off to sleep.
Muraki
I cannot help but smile as I insert the needle into the shinigami's arm, remembering only too well the panic and fear that had risen to his eyes mere moments before.
He remains passive all through the short process, watching as the two vials gradually fill with his blood. He does not say a word as I remove the needle and tourniquet, but when I press a piece of cotton gauze to the wound, a single golden brow raises, "That is not necessary, Doctor; you and I both know that the wound will heal quickly, since it is so small."
I apply a little more pressure, and he rewards me with a slight gasp before I release him, "Indeed. If I wanted a large wound, I should probably cut along this vein... here..." I stroke the large, blue vein that extends from his elbow to his wrist to punctuate my words, enjoying his slight shiver.
I rise from my position, slipping the two vials into my coat pocket as I do so, "Now I just need to take these to a lab for analysis..."
"Why not just use the facility right here?" The tone of his voice is genuinely puzzled, as he cocks his head, "This is a laboratory; it should have the instruments you need."
Unable to resist the temptation, I glance back at him, "Do you wish for me to stay so much? My my... I had no idea you so enjoyed my company..."
A blush consumes his delicate features, even as flame springs forth in his eyes, "That's not it at all! I care not in the least! It is simply the most logical option before you."
"Ah, but then again, the most logical thing for me to do while you flush that magnificent crimson color is to either continue to tease you mercilessly or take you straight to my bed and tie you down for my pleasure..."[3] I chuckle at his open-mouthed expression, before turning around once more, "However, if I were to do so, neither of us would get any work done. So, now I leave you. Until later this evening, my little bird."
I leave before he has a chance to reply, walking out of the house and down the street. A light, warm breeze gently brushes against my face, allowing the afternoon to be quite pleasant indeed.
I am extremely curious as to the results I will find with these samples, though not half as much as the shinigami they came from. I do not know precisely what it is about him that thrills me so; perhaps it is the sheer challenge he presents, both in mind and spirit.
That does not even include the mystery surrounding his past life. I know from what he has told me that he is used to working in labs; this is not unusual for a scientist. However, the fact that he has been in more than one is unusual, and there is the name he let slip. 'Akira...'
Who could this Akira be? A friend? A co-worker? A lover? The possibilities are simply endless; I store it, along with the other information, into my memory for later consideration. Perhaps later tonight I will be able to uncover more information from him...
Practically without thinking about it, I stop into the lab at my medical practice. From force of habit I place both vials in the refrigerator and leave a note telling the nurses which test to run. I glance at the clock to check the time and marvel that it is already near five. If I had arrived only an hour earlier, this clinic would have been bustling with people. Now, five minutes until official closing time, no one.
Perfectly logical, of course. Last minute filing to be done, the company lounge needing to be cleaned, and all of the tests to be completed are already in progress. Satisfied, I walk out much the same as I entered; undisturbed and unquestioned.
I briefly consider returning home, but it seems a shame to do so now that Watari has the lab all to himself. I really should leave him alone long enough to at least start upon the project I desire of him.
Of course, this gives me time to plot some delicious surprises for him in the coming weeks. I smile at the mere thought of some of the torments I can put him through, feeling a tingle of anticipation along my spine. What a lovely feeling... to have so much control over a human life...
I continue my delightful contemplation as I walk the streets, and suddenly I become aware of a familiar shape a short distance away, one who cloaks himself in an ebony coat as dark as my own heart. 'Tsuzuki...'
He stands outside a bakery, peering through one of the windows at the confectionary creations within. Surrounding him are eager children, all of whom are busily engaged in the same activity. I see him smile as he whispers something to them; they all give a cheer and run into the store.
I stroll closer, taking a position previously occupied by the crowd and peer into the bakery. I watch as each child points to a sweet receives it; I alone witness my beloved paying the bill, after choosing a cake for himself.
I smile, seeing the genuine joy on Tsuzuki's face. Of course, it is only too logical that the man I love would also love children. How could I give my affection to anyone less? Innocent, delightful children, young, not concerned with the passing of their all too brief lives, unaware of the aging and death that awaits them.
My smile only grows as the children rush out the bakery, thanking Tsuzuki as they return to their waiting parents. My wonderful love merely smiles, taking his cake and beginning to walk down the street; he has not noticed me at all.
I place a hand on his shoulder, my speaking softly, "Ah - in my search for satisfaction I have found an even greater joy. Hello Tsuzuki."
He stiffens at my touch, and his hands begin to tremble, forcing him to drop his dessert onto the ground. I spin him around, suavely pushing his hair from his eyes as I give a sympathetic click of the tongue, "Aw. You dropped your cake, my china doll. Should I cheer you up?"
"Like Hell! Get away from me!" He attempts to push me away, but my grip tightens just enough to hold onto him. I stare into those mesmerizing amethyst eyes, seeing the thought process behind them. The expression on his face speaks volumes, and if they were to say something, I do believe it would be along the lines of: I'm screwed.
Smirking, I test my hunch, "That's what I'm hoping for, Tsuzuki..."
He blushes a deep scarlet, confirming my beliefs as he snarls, "Over my dead body..."
I lower my voice to a sensuous whisper, "Now now, doll. I would have the body... but nothing much else then, would I? That's only half the fun."
"I am-not- a doll!" He pushes my chest again, this time with enough force to succeed in breaking free and takes a step back. However, as he does so he slips on the remains of the cake, hitting the pavement hard enough to give a small cry of pain.[4]
With only a small chuckle, I allow my eyes to rove over his prone form, "You may be correct, Tsuzuki... you seem to be more of a puppet." I kneel down and put a hand on my love's chest to hold him in place, "I pull the strings and you follow how I lead..."
This answer does not please him at all, as he snaps, "No one pulls my strings... except cruel fate..."
"Fate -isn't- very kind, is she? She rarely is. We must play what we are dealt, though, no?"
"Or cheat..."
I am forced to smile, "I never said manipulating the deck was out of the question."
This makes him even angrier, the flames of rage making his face even more exquisite to gaze upon, "Except this isn't a card game. Life isn't a game, despite what you think."
"Simply an analogy, Tsuzuki," I murmur, using my free hand to caress his fiery cheek. "It's nice to know you care so greatly what I think, however."
He stiffens, his voice becoming cold, "What makes you think I give a damn what you think? I cannot think the way you do, Muraki; I wouldn't want to. You are a monster... more so than I have ever been."
I allow my facial expression to become crueler, leaning over him to stare deep into his eyes, "Oh, but a mental hell is such a great place to be..." Quickly, before he has time to react, I kiss him fiercely, applying even more pressure to his chest to keep him from resisting.[5]
He reacts much quicker than I had anticipated, biting my lip until the blood flows. I break the kiss, licking the bleeding mark as I caress Tsuzuki's face once more before rising and dusting some crumbs from my coat, "Fate has dealt you harshly, my little china puppet, but there's nothing I can do to save you either..."
Puzzlement spreads across his face, even as he wipes his mouth with his sleeve to remove the blood, "What on earth are you talking about? Save me from what?"
I glance down towards my love, smiling, "Nothing you need concern yourself with, Tsuzuki, since you find my mind so horrible."
Panic lights his features now, and his eyes dart to the children, the little ones who were happily walking home with their parents, unaware of anything that had happened between us, "No... whatever you're planning, no. Every time I see you someone is hurt... or someone dies."
"Does that plague your mind? Worry not; I can promise you that, for a time, I will not kill another to draw you to me."
He rises to his feet, his voice strangely quiet, "Oh? Why is that?"
"Do not sound so disappointed, my love; it is certainly not because of a lack of desire to see you," I turn away from him, placing my hands in my pockets. "It was on that condition that your friend Watari came with me, along with the promise that I would not attempt to kill that annoying boy that hangs around you. I am willing to pay so small a price... to possess such an extraordinary creature..."[6]
"Do you honestly expect me to believe that? Why should I listen to you?!"
I chuckle lightly, "You do not have to, of course. Yet, it would seem you really have no choice in the matter whatsoever. Of course, I could always take you to see your friend and let you ask him... but that would make the game less interesting, wouldn't it?"
My only response is silence, and I smile, knowing he cannot see it, "What are you planning on doing tomorrow, Tsuzuki? Perhaps you would agree to meet me somewhere so that we could continue... our conversation."
"You will bring Watari with you?"
"I make no promises; the next move is yours."
"What makes you think I would agree?"
Even though the words are defiant, I hear the defeat in them, and I speak softly, before beginning to walk away, "As I said before, I pull the strings, and you follow suit. The trick is to know... which strings to pull. I will meet you here tomorrow. Until then... my beautiful china puppet..."
Tsuzuki
I stand perfectly still, hardly believing my ill luck. As if today's embarrassment was not enough, that psycho wants me to meet him again tomorrow!
I can still taste the metallic saltiness of his blood on my lips, detesting it with a passion I had not felt possible. How dare he kiss me, here, in front of all of these children?! Has he no shame?![7]
Even as he walks away from me, I have no intention of allowing him to do so. I have set out to find Watari; Muraki is the only one who knows where he is. I swallow back the knot of disgust in my throat, grabbing his arm, "Wait..."
He turns to face me, those silver eyes glinting as he smiles, "Yes, Tsuzuki?"
"I want to know where Watari is; I want him back. What do I have to do to secure his freedom?"
I cannot stop the blush that spreads across my face as his gaze slides down my body, and he gives a light chuckle, "You still speak as though I hold him prisoner; this is not so. As I have told you, we have a business agreement. I shall keep my end of the bargain, and he will complete his job. Only then will he be released."
He cocks his head, his voice smooth with only a trace of mockery, "Is it so hard to accept that your friend came willingly with me, doll? Not everyone finds me as horribly unpleasant as you do..."
I can feel anger claim my heart, and I hiss, "Silence! Watari would not go with you because of your charming personality; I still have trouble believing he went with you at all!"
"Whether you choose to believe it or not is irrelevant; sometimes the truth is simply too painful to truly see. I understand this and accept your disbelief. However," here his voice takes a silken tone, his metallic eyes narrowing, "if you stay by me much longer, I may very well be tempted to take you home this minute, my defiant little puppet. I am sure Watari would not appreciate that..."
"You can't pull that crap with me Muraki; I know you don't give a damn about anyone but yourself."
For a moment, one brief, chilling moment, I imagine that I see pain flash in those silvery eyes. However, I am torn away from them by the sounds of a lady crying, "YUMI! WATCH OUT!"
Horrified, I turn to see a little girl, no older than six or seven, halfway across the street. She looks so happy... so radiant. But all that comes to an end when a car collides with her, knocking her to the pavement.
The same lady, her mother I presume, gives a blood-curdling scream before dashing into the street after her child. The driver is already out of the vehicle, shaking from head to toe as he kneels beside the motionless girl.
Forgetting about Muraki, I rush to the scene. Immediately I see that the child has a tremendous head wound, her blood staining the pavement. The mother is quickly becoming hysterical, sobbing and throwing herself over the body while the unfortunate driver looks on in dismay, though he gives a shout, "A doctor! Someone get a doctor!"
A deep, all too familiar voice appears behind my shoulder, "I am a physician... please allow me to have a look at her."
Brushing past me, Muraki kneels beside the child. In one swift movement, he removes his long, white coat, wrapping it around her bleeding skull in place of a bandage. Whenever the mother resists his efforts to push her away, he gives a growl, "Tsuzuki... will you please take this woman and keep her out of my way so that I can do my job?"
It is not so much a question as a command, and I am a little surprised to find myself obeying him so easily. The mother, exhausted from her hysteria, does not offer much resistance, practically falling into my arms.
Muraki then turns his eyes to the driver, "I have a clinic nearby; help me carry her there."
The man nods, scooping the girl into his arms, as Muraki continues to apply pressure to the wound. As they begin to move down the street, I follow, leading the worried mother.
When we reach the clinic, they are just about to close. Clearly in his element, my nemesis snaps a few orders, which the remaining staff hastily enact. A bed with wheels is swiftly brought out, and as soon as the girl is rested upon it, Muraki speaks to me again, "Tsuzuki, you will stay with the mother. I will come back as soon as I have something to tell her..."
Any brief flash of defiance that rises within me dies at the sight of the distraught mother, and I nod gloomily, knowing I will remain.
Time stills to that indescribable paradox of speeds. My perception of the passing moments makes them feel as hours, yet when I look at my watch, I see that a mere fifteen minutes have passed.
I have found out, in the brief span of time, that the mother's name is Sakura[8] and that Yumi is her only child. I learn how Sakura works all day long as a seamstress in order to earn enough to support her beloved daughter; her husband has been dead for almost a year.
I am a bit puzzled, though not displeased, by the continued presence of the driver, who comes to sit next to the two of us. In another brief span I discover that he is Doctor Sanami Shido, a veterinarian who shares his practice with his sister. He takes the day shift, while she works nights.[9]
The mood of the room is tense, and it seems only too soon before Muraki returns, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. I would swear that, when he sighs, there is a sadness there... a grief that I have never seen in him before, "I regret to say that, despite our best efforts... the little girl has died..."
I remember the injury only too well, and I know that it is only too possible that the little girl died from it. Still, it does not make her passing any easier, and I allow myself a moment of brief for this child that I known so very briefly.
Dr. Shido buries his head in hands before rising, walking over to Yumi's mother, "Ms. Sakura... I-"
She hisses, striking him across the face, "GET AWAY FROM ME! YOU KILLED HER! YOU KILLED MY YUMI!"
He sighs, closing his hazel eyes, "I am so sorry, miss... you have no idea how much. I never saw your little girl until it was too late. I will, of course, pay for the funeral services and the medical bill... although I know it is not enough..."
"YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT IT'S NOT ENOUGH! I WANT MY BABY BACK; I WANT MY YUMI!" Once more breaking down into tears, I barely catch the mother as she faints, completely drained. The grief on Shido's face is overwhelming; but he manages to sound calm as he turns to me, "If you will put her in my car, I will find out where she lives and take her home. Dr. Muraki, I will call a funeral parlor immediately to make arrangements. Until then, may the body stay here? I... I don't think that her mother should see her..."
Muraki speaks softly, "Of course; nothing will happen to her over the span of a single night. The nurses have already begun preparations, since we would hate to put her in a morgue and send her mother for her there. The body can be picked up from here tomorrow. Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me... I really must be on my way home."
He brushes past us, appearing, as he always does at first glance, a colorless angel. Only, this time, as he walks away, his image is marred by the ruby red blood that stains his garments; unlike other times, I know that this blood was shed in trying to preserve life instead of taking it.
I turn to Shido Sanami, bowing slightly, "Do you need me anymore? I mean... I can come back tomorrow with you when you take the body, if you like, and I'd like to attend the funeral."
He smiles sadly, "Yes... thank you. You're kindness is appreciated; I will be sure to give you the schedule as soon as I can. I shall see you tomorrow morning then?"
I nod, "Goodbye, Shido. Take good care of Sakura."
After making sure he gets the unconscious woman into the car safely, I sprint after Muraki, not even really knowing why I do so. Something in his manner had expressed sadness; I had an uncontrollable urge to know why. He felt sorrow for this little girl... why had he not felt sorrow for other victims? It drives me mad to try and reason it out, yet I know that there most BE a reason!
"Oi, Muraki! Wait!" I cry out to him, managing to catch his attention when he is not too far away.
A smile immediately rises to his face, one that I have seen before, "Tsuzuki, I was not planning on seeing you again until tomorrow evening. Surely you do not wish to accompany me home? I doubt you would like the end result of such an encounter."
I do not let his teasing words distract me, and I immediately put forth my question, "That girl... you tried to save her. You feel for her in a way I have never seen you feel before; you show compassion to her that you have never shown anyone. Why? What is it about this case that makes it so different?"
Muraki's silver eyes close briefly, as he chuckles, "Is that what you have tracked me down for, Tsuzuki? Is that all?"
"Yes..."
"Then, I can only think of one way to answer you. The reason this case is different is... that I did not have the joy of killing her myself. Nothing more... nothing less..."[10]
Watari
It is strange how having a task before you can make your life so much easier. Take me, for example. I have entered into a bargain with a psychotic killer, one who believes that my blood holds some sort of power to bring life to what has none. I have placed myself totally within his hands, and am I worried?
Not in the least! I am far too busy to allow feelings of worry to overtake my heart! I have to design an entire human body, minus the head, in machinery? It is certainly an interesting task!
It distracts me from the unpleasant situation I find myself in, at the very least. I begin my project with the designing stage; it is amazing how easy it is when one has a pretty good model to base off of. I think that the prototype will meet with Muraki's approval, though I could not explain to anyone why. Perhaps it is because I have, through electricity and circuitry, created a way for the machine to feel pain when connected to the brain; perhaps it is because I have found a way to make it bleed convincingly when cut or stabbed.
Of course, when I draw this thing, it will become alive. Well, to be more accurate, it will become real; only with the head attached to it can it be alive. Even then, I am not too sure. So what if the head once more regains consciousness? Saki, the one that Muraki seeks revenge from so desperately has died and passed on, unless some way was found to prevent him from doing so. Still, perhaps just simulating life will be enough for Muraki. I do not know enough about him to be sure.
Some might find it strange that I throw myself so much into the project, but really it is not that much of a surprise. Even when I was alive, I did such things. The important thing is to think of the project. Don't ask why your employers are having you design it; never question whether or not it is ethical. No... never wonder about that at all. Some projects you can't; sometimes you know only too well the dangers of that which you create, although you are never sure if that is what it is going to be used for. Every scientist knew that as a tool of the trade, most everyone, 'But not Akira...'
No. I won't think about Akira. I blurted his name out in front of Muraki today, and I know that he will try to figure out what it all means. I won't tell him; I'll block it from my mind.
'I sure wish I had 003; he always manages to keep my mind occupied...' Even as I think the words, I know it is a foolish hope. I do not know when I will again see my feathered companion; I do not know how long it will to take me to work my way through this business I have wrapped myself in. Even then it is not certain. I had not made any arrangements with Muraki about my release; he may choose to kill me on the spot. If anyone would know how, it would be he.
Then, the cynical part of my mind takes over, 'Oh no... there are things worse than death, and THOSE are what Muraki would know... and inflict...'
As if in answer to my thoughts, I hear the door open and close, and I know that the beast has returned to his lair. Instead of waiting for him to come to me, I take the initiative to go to him. By doing so, I feel that I have taken away some of the power he holds over me; I will not cower in fear waiting when I can appear brave by meeting him.
"Is that you, Muraki? I have some of the first basic design specs; I think you'll like what you see," I call out, making my way from the lab to the living area.
As soon as I lay eyes upon him, I wish I had stayed in the lab. Crimson stains his white garments; I know it to be blood. I feel my mouth drop, and fear pulses through my veins. Has another innocent been killed while I stayed here?
The fear is replaced by anger spurred by guilt, and I snap, "You had better have a good explanation as for why that blood is all over you; we had an agreement! You were not to kill anyone while I stayed here!"
His silver eyes narrow as he turns to face me, and his voice is low, "You think me a fool? Even if I were to break that agreement, which I have not, I would never come home to you covered in the blood of my victim; I would be sure to be clean and tidy when I walked through the door so as not to arouse your suspicions. You know me better than that, my little bird."
I know that what he says is true, but I stand firm, "I'm still waiting for an explanation."
He drapes his coat, the only piece of his clothing still pure, over a chair, walking towards me. There is a coldness in his eyes, an icy quality that becomes more apparent with every step, and I find myself trying to appear unconcerned as I stand in the wake of it.
The silver-haired man draws close to me, perhaps a hands width away. I know that he wants me to appear scared or alarmed; I allow none of my emotions to come forth. Just as I think I have finally mastered my calm, his hand darts forward, grasping the collar of my shirt to pull me against him.
I cannot contain a gasp of surprise, as his other hand slides around my waist. I can feel the warmth of his body through the cloth, and I know that my clothes, when I am released will be stained with blood. Muraki hisses, "I do not owe you an explanation; I do not owe you anything. You entered into this arrangement knowing the possible consequences. Even if this was the blood of someone I killed, and not the blood of a patient I tried to save, it would make no difference. You are in the hands of a known murderer, my sweet Watari; the blood I have spilt stains my soul. Why does this physical blood alone disturb you?"
The intensity of his voice unnerves me; I have never heard him stray so far from his calm, soft-voiced manner. His silvery eyes blaze, but his voice lowers, as he brushes his lips against mine, "I was first drawn to you by blood, little bird. Even now I yearn to spill it, to taste it. I have an insatiable thirst for blood; I love to watch it as it drips upon the pavement or gleams in the moonlight. I love most of all when it coats the flesh of a victim, for then it is perfection, a mixture of ruby and ivory that can never be appreciated by others. Yet, I am not an animal; I can live without this pleasure, as I have proven by striking the bargain with you."
The arm around my waist tightens, and he removes the hand from my collar to slide onto my back, causing me to shiver. His chuckle is light, but so cold, "You said yourself when this began that you had entered a devil's bargain, and you grow frightened at the first sign that the bargain was broken. Trust me..."
I jerk my head away, hoping that my unease is covered by my sarcasm, "Oh yes, trust you. Trust a man who openly admits that he has a lust for blood. Trust a known killer who confesses readily to his crimes. Trust a known rapist who can't seem to keep his hands off me? Oh yes, Muraki, I do have so many reasons to trust you!"
I know immediately that I have said the wrong thing; his face loses all emotions, as he sneers, "Trust a man who always takes responsibility for his actions, no matter what they may be. Trust a man who, no matter what his other crimes, has never lied. Trust a man who is honest and open with his desires and has the strength to make them a reality. That is all I ask of you[11], and if you cannot do that, then you will have a far harder time in this partnership than I. Now, that is the end of the discussion. The least you can do is kiss and make up..."
I try to protest, but his mouth crushes mine, trapping me into the kiss. His lips are soft and warm, a combination I had not expected from someone so cold, and his tongue slides easily into my mouth to stroke my own. To my surprise, I find myself almost enjoying the sensation... almost.
I bite on the offending tongue, attempting to push the other man away even as I do so. His grip remains strong, but the tongue withdraws, and the kiss breaks soon after. He smiles at me, whispering, "That's right, little bird; fight against me. It makes it sweeter in the end, to know that I took the strength from you..."
My heart rate increases as he lowers his head, laying kisses on my neck, and he purrs, "What's your first name, Watari? You know mine, I am sure, from your files, but I do not know yours. Tell it to me."
It is a seemingly innocent question, and I see no harm in answering it, "Yutaka..."
I give a mental curse; why did my voice have to come out so weak and breathless? Muraki's ministrations continue, though he lifts his head to murmur, "Yutaka... rich you are indeed, in charm, beauty, and intellect. Warm in both body and spirit; yes... the name suits you well..." [12]
I try to fight the urge to relax into this madman's hold, but I feel my body doing it. I feel the warmth of pleasure flood my being as he continues to tease me, creating a small flush on my face, "M-Muraki..."
Even as I moan he releases me, causing me to fall to the cold, wooden floor of the living area. I feel the heat of my face as I sit there, stunned into silence as the sudden rush of pleasure fades away, leaving behind a mixture of confusion as to why it ended and shame that I felt such pleasure in the first place.
Muraki looks down at me, his silver eyes tearing into my soul before he turns away, "Take that as an example of light punishment for questioning and insulting me in my own house; your next penalty will be greater. Now... show me those designs you were speaking of earlier..."
I am left speechless for a few moments, before I rise. I try to block the scene from my mind, as I enter the room, but I cannot help but think to myself, 'I should not have been surprised; what else would he use as punishment? Dear Gods... what have I gotten myself into...'
[1] I really had no intention of continuing with these notes, but this one needs to be here. This quote comes from the marvelous writer, Mercedes Lackey. I do not claim it. w
[2] Disgustingly sweet? It's what I say to my friends when I tell them good night. So... yeah... n-n; Well... the 'sweet sleep' bit anyway. P
[3] A little -blunt- there isn't he? o.o (Yes, sometimes what comes out surprises even me XP)
[4] Smooth Tsuzuki... smooth as sandpaper. (Sandpaper quote comes from ChibiGingi o)
[5] Yes. In the middle of the sidewalk. In front of everyone. Muraki hath no shame. XP But apparently... no one noticed.
[6] Anyone ever read or seen 'Petshop of Horrors'? If yes... does Muraki remind you at all of Count D? Just a random connection... probably when I put 'extraordinary creature'. So maybe it's just my wacky brain.
[7] Why no, he doesn't. Didn't Tsuzuki-chan read note 5? =3 Okay... now I'm just getting ridiculous.
[8] Yes, I know it is a cheap way to get out of choosing a name, but she is unimportant so... blah! XP
[9] Muhahaha... yay for re-drawing in minor characters. -V
[10] What? You didn't expect for him to say anything NICE did you?
[11] This is not meant to be a Phantom of the Opera reference, but it's creepy if you're listening to that song while you read it because it just pops up at you! (This note written after a re-read while listening to said song. XD)
[12] According to my handy dandy Japanese-English dictionary (published by Random House) Yutaka means "rich". According to the kanji (and my friend Kara Angitia), Yutaka means "warm". So... I just sort of used both. 0