Ch3.
Tsuzuki kept a careful hold on his partner as he transported himself to where the pain was being emitted from. He was scared. He winced, slightly losing his footing as he came back into the human world, on top of a green hill. The man scrambled down it, his violet eyes losing focus as he was lost in Hisoka's mind for a few precious seconds. His legs lost strength and he fell, Hisoka's body rolling away like a broken doll a few feet from him. The distance broke their connection and he felt his own mind… his own pains and fears coming back and slapping him awake. He got up a bit unsteadily, before going and reaching for Hisoka, his mind cursing Muraki's very existence. What the hell had this bastard done this time that would make Hisoka react like this? What the hell had he done? If he had the chance to get his hands on the bastard he…
Hisoka jerked in his arms, his eyes rolling back. "Hang in there Hisoka… hang in there." Tsuzuki whispered. "We're almost there…" Please… please hang in there…
"…c…ca…"
"shhh…" Don't say anything… there's no need… please… just please stay with me.
"…" Hisoka's eyes closed and it seemed the boy was trying to swallow. A frown marred his pale features. "…hurts…" He whispered. "…h…urts…"
"shhh…we're almost there."
"…e's…ca…yin…g…" Tsuzuki hugged the thin body closer as he continued making his way down the hill. There was a light not too far from where he was… there was a light. He squinted. They were there. He didn't need Hisoka's sudden silence or the tension that had left him come back and fill him again. Muraki was there… or had been…
"We're here." He muttered softly. Hisoka gave his head a small shake and he winced. Tsuzuki gave a sigh mixed with relief that at least Hisoka seemed to be more himself than whoever had broken his shieldings and fear that all of what had happened was somehow partially his fault. Hisoka winced again and his hand rose slowly, trembling as it did. It smacked Tsuzuki in the nose before dropping back listlessly to Hisoka's side. "Baka… I know." Tsuzuki stated for Hisoka so that the boy would stop trying to speak. With all of Hisoka's shields down, even his natural ones, the boy picked up on every emotion. What scared Tsuzuki the most out of all of this was that Hisoka hadn't blacked out from overload… and as it was the boy had already passed the point of overload a hundred times or more by this point. He had tried putting his own shields on him only to have them shatter around him, sending him into a realm where waves of nausea and head pain would crash against him. After having tried that twice to have the same effect, he had given up and had started transporting Hisoka and himself to wherever Muraki was. They needed to get to the bottom of this. That man needed to die.
Tsuzuki paused slightly in the last steps that would take him to the front door of a rundown hunter's cabin, his legs hurting with the tension. A small porcelain doll was waiting for them at the doorstep, her body marked in red, much like the pattern that Tsuzuki knew would be burning and scarring Hisoka's chest and arms for the rest of his days if Muraki wasn't dealt with. He glared, a consuming hatred and anger coming to boil through his veins. Hisoka gasped and his cold hand came to rest on Tsuzuki's face.
"…l..le..t..m…go…" He asked weakly. "…ease…" He heaved in a sob. "…u…ave… to…go…in…" He coughed. "..e…needs… us…" Muraki was gone. He was no longer there. Hisoka could not feel him there. Tsuzuki shook his head and kicked the door, ignoring Hisoka's request to be let go. The wood splintered apart, filling the air with dust. The inside of the cabin was dark and warm. "NO!" The air next to Tsuzuki moved violently passed him all of a sudden, a shimmering piece of broken glass lodging itself behind him in the wall.
"…I… wo…" A figure in the shadows hissed the words out painfully, as it tried to straighten up on shaky legs. Tsuzuki's eyes widened even further if possible. He moved towards the figure and Hisoka yelped again.
"Stop it!" He hissed out urgently, no longer tripping over the words because of the cold fear that was washing over him. He could ignore the pain… he would have to. "We're not here… to hu…rt you! Damn it! Its Muraki… he … wants…t…o… kill!" He spat out. His hands flew to his face. "Let go of me…" Hisoka gritted out. Tsuzuki did, unwilling but he couldn't help it. There was some force making him let him go. The boy slid out of his arms, landing on the floor with a dull thud. "…lemme help…you…" He crawled slowly towards the boy, his hand reaching out in the darkness blindly. There was nothing else to do…
Hurt/Dull/You're loud/Hurt/Dull/Danger?/No…No/Danger…/Anger/No… not at you/Anger at who/Muraki/Muraki?/Muraki is gone/Gone…/Let us help you…/Help…me?/Hurts…/Hurts…/Why do you feel my hurt?/Why do you hear our thoughts?/Tsuzuki shield him!/I can't!/Shield?/You're a telepath!ITHURTS!ICAN'TBE THIS CLOSE TO HIM…TSUZUKI!/Hurt!HURT!HURT!Why is this happening/STOP!/
Hisoka screamed soundlessly as he touched the boy's bare arm, his green eyes wide open as they synchronized so deeply that he was no longer aware of himself….
He couldn't sleep. Just like that night… what night? No this wasn't right. This wasn't right… but still… he couldn't sleep. Omi lifted his head and rubbed his eyes. Omi? I am Omi. I am not Omi though… I am Hisoka…Hisoka? No… Omi. It was too hot in the room. He glanced out the small window and suddenly had the urgent need to go outside for fresh air. It would make him cooler… it would allow him to sleep. Just like that night… no! This had never happened before. He went outside. The air beckoned him, playing with his golden locks. He looked backward, a small doubt forming in his head. He should let the others know that he was going to take a walk. Nah… no one cared. No over ever did. This was the only time he would be let outside… he didn't want to be back in the cell. Cell? He'd never been locked in a cell. What? Yes… No… puzzlement? But it was true… they wouldn't have cared. They were sleeping. It was best not to wake them up. He wouldn't be gone long. He wouldn't… He looked back forward and started to run. It was so nice… so nice. And up near the trees there would be Muraki. What? No… there were no trees. No trees? What about a murder… a woman covered with blood and… NO! There was only the stone hendge and the stones… they glowed. They sung… they were alive. It felt so warm. It felt so… it was home. No this isn't right! Yes… this is what happened. But then…Then he came. And a voice in his head… it beckoned… The stones became quiet. He had cried when they had quieted down. Hisoka the voice called… He wasn't Hisoka. He didn't know who Hisoka was! NO… I know Hisoka… I am Hisoka. No… Omi. Omi? Yes… Omi… Omi…Muraki called for me… but got Omi? Yes…And then…HURT! HURT!
… He was yanked away. 'Hisoka… I am Hisoka.' Yet Omi was still with him. He was shaking… he was crying. How long had he been crying?
"God… oh god. Tsuzuki… he was… he was… like me. That bastard… that bastard." His stomach heaved and the rest of his words were lost. Just like that night so many years ago, Omi had seen something he shouldn't have seen… and he had been punished. Tsuzuki looked at the two, lost in fear. "…" Hisoka grunted. "Give him your coat…we need to get out of here." Hisoka hissed on a rough and broken voice. "He's a message to us Tsuzuki. There was a doll… a doll that we were supposed to find…cause we were supposed to go to the stone hendge… but we didn't… we didn't… oh god. He saw Omi… and he thought it was me… He thought it was me!" He was babbling now. He needed to stop. But he couldn't. He couldn't! Muraki had cursed someone else the same way he had been cursed and…and it was his fault. His fault!
"Stop it." Omi whispered tiredly, accepting the trench coat with a trembling hand. His clothes were of no use anymore, ripped apart and stranded on the cold floor. He looked away, his blue eyes turning to look at Hisoka with a tired and hurt look. "It's not your fault… if anything…its mine." He hissed out. "I'm a… a freaking assassin and this… this happens to me?" He coughed, the taste of blood coming back and filling his mouth. "Why am I a telepath?" He asked wearily. He knew without needing to be told that he was a telepath….compliments of Shuldich he was sure. He hurt everywhere. He winced. "I thought… I thought you were born with that not…" Hisoka shrugged wearily.
"You probably had the potential but had a barrier around it and then after this, it was torn away." That made sense. "Carry him if you can… after what Muraki did to him, he won't be able to himself." Omi wanted to protest but inside he knew the truth of the extent of his injuries. Tsuzuki nodded and got up, moving slowly towards Omi.
"I won't hurt you."
"I know." Omi muttered with a weak smile coming onto his face merely by habit. "I'm sorry I threw the glass at you. I… didn't understand." Tsuzuki scooped him up, eyes widening again for about the thousandths time that night. This boy was apologizing? He tried to keep his emotions and mental thoughts calm so the two without shields wouldn't get the extra noise of his thoughts intruding on them. "Thank you." The two said slowly both looking at him. He felt a shiver run down his back. The two were like a copy of each other at first glance. Hisoka was thinner in face with a pained scowl on his face, his eyes a haunting green that pierced through anyone in an accusing manner. Omi on the other hand was carefully placing a small happy mask on his features, his wide blue eyes belying the fact that he was in pain, afraid and technically two years older than his own partner. He kept a careful hold on the thin body and took a few steps towards Hisoka. Hisoka looked up at him and wrapped an arm around Tsuzuki's leg.
"Let's go to the shack… house thing." Hisoka whispered, giving Tsuzuki the mental image of the place Omi so wanted to go to. And then no more words were needed, making Hisoka feel some relief because he had one hell of a sore throat.
The thought was snatched out of his mind and he felt Omi's wry amusement and agreement at the thought. The landscape around them stopped being the faded color of gray, details coming back to their vision as Tsuzuki announced with false cheer that they had arrived. It was a shack… Hisoka pulled himself up and leaned on Tsuzuki as they entered the little house quietly. The lights were on. Hisoka let his hand rest on the door knob as Tsuzuki continued to go deeper into the house.
"Aya-kun?" Omi asked weakly, his voice scratchy and rough. It sounded painful. "They're not here… I can't hear them… like I can hear the both of you." Tsuzuki nodded, spotting a dusty couch and carefully placing Omi on it. He tried to hide a flinch as he realized that blood had seeped through his trench coat and onto his hands. He saw the blue eyes widen and cursed knowing that the boy had heard his mental observations. He saw as 'Omi' looked down and paled.
"They're out searching for you." Hisoka breathed out silently, having been caught in the after essence of the last person who had touched the door. He had seen the three older men looking worried and angry, leaving the house with thoughts of Schwartz and some guilt mixed into the whole mess. He winced and tried to uncramp his hand from the door knob. "They should be back soon." He whispered as evenly as he could. "You should go…" His voice caught slightly and he felt with some relief, Tsuzuki coming towards him to grab his arm. "…go get washed." It will ease the pain and the…Digust? Omi finished his thought, leaving Hisoka to nod and be led to the other side of the couch.
"No." Omi whispered out with as much authority he could muster. "Manx should be called. Kritiker labs can…" He struggled with the words. "… can analyze the evidence. We will find Muraki." He felt no guilt about talking freely of the place that had saved him once from harm and had educated him. The two already knew about it just because of whatever powers they possessed.
"No you won't." Hisoka argued back, brushing off Omi's flare of sudden anger at having Kritiker dismissed so lightly. "The man has killed so many people Omi. He's done this so many times… I'll admit this is the first time he's ever been so sloppy but no mortal will ever find him. Tsuzuki and I have come across this man so many times and have tried killing him just as many." Hisoka waved a hand. "He's still here."
"What do you mean mortal?" Omi asked, eyes closing slightly, hearing the truth from Hisoka's previous words.
"That hurts!" Hisoka snapped violently suddenly. "Blocking memories out isn't going to do anything! Especially trying to block mine along with yours! Hiding from your pain isn't going to accomplish anything… ask him about the effects of always hiding from it if you want!" He hissed, jabbing his finger towards Tsuzuki. The wide blue eyes looked at him with an old sadness that he really didn't want to deal with right now. "Just please… please go take a bath. I'll explain the fact that we're not mortal another time but first, I need you take care of yourself properly. Those cuts will get infected if we don't do anything." I'm sorry Tsuzuki… I didn't mean it to come out that way. He sent the apology towards his older partner, silently asking to be forgiven for any snappiness that might come his way for the next weeks to come. He knew that what he was feeling right now was nothing compared to what he would be feeling once he was actually able to cut this connection loose. Tsuzuki gave a small smile and nodded, accepting the apology. "I promise you… that we will do everything to help you catch him if that's what will give you peace." We have to bring him back with us… Tsuzuki… we need to tell Tatsumi about this. He's going to die of the same curse I died if we don't do anything. Maybe Watari can…?
"How long?" Omi asked carefully. "How long did you have till you died?" Hisoka flinched and shook his head, unable to think of that time.
"Too long for my liking…" He whispered miserably. "Go wash." He repeated wearily. "Please?" Omi sighed roughly and Hisoka felt a flare of emotions that were pushed aside this time instead of being erased. The blond nodded and moved to get up, his face twisting in pain. Tsuzuki, torn between holding Hisoka upright and helping the latest of Muraki's victim, stood trembling in the middle of the room. Hisoka snorted and gave him a little shove with his elbow that sent his partner loose grip on his arm free. The empath let himself fall limply to the floor as he watched with tired eyes the older man pick up the young assassin and listen attentively to where the bathroom was.
A sudden wave of fear washed over him and Hisoka rolled onto his side, wincing. There needs to be a way to cut this connection. There has to be… He pushed himself up weakly and then fell back down. "Tsuzuki?" Hisoka called out softly. "Help me when you're done…" The brunette was at his side within seconds of him having finished saying that.
"What is it? Are you okay? 'Soka…" Tsuzuki's worry and concern made his eyes widen. He reached with a hand and grasped at Tsuzuki's collar.
"Help me walk." Hisoka muttered. The brunette ignored that and instead scooped up his partner in his arms. If he'd had more energy, Hisoka would have glared at him but as it was he just contented with trying to say the next few words out of his raw throat. "He's…afraid of being alone…Could you…?" Tsuzuki nodded and made his way into the bathroom, depositing Hisoka so his partner could rest, with his back against the wall of the bathtub. Omi was already in the bathtub, quiet. His blue eyes were strangely focused on the running water and he never bothered to look at the two as they came in. Tsuzuki left the room, saying that he was going to go search for clean clothes and food for Omi. Hisoka nodded and let his head fall back so that the cold white wall of the bathtub hit his neck.
"Thank you." Omi said simply, his voice betraying none of his emotions that he was desperately trying to put a grip on. How… how do you deal with this? He mentally asked, apparently not able to continue with his real voice, scared that he would lose the calm mask that he had placed over his outward features.
I didn't. Hisoka thought gently. Muraki…Omi winced and lowered himself deeper into the water. He made me forget what had happened. He wanted me to believe that I had died of a rare disease and not because I had been raped and cursed by him. Even though I didn't know what had happened… I knew I hadn't died of a disease, so I became a Shiningami… an angel of death… to find out what had happened to me. On Tsuzuki's and my first mission, we met up with him and he 'helped' me remember. We've been trying to catch him and stop him since then. Twice he should have been dead and yet… Hisoka shook his head. The doctor with the white hair and the silver eyes created a fear so great in him, his breath would stay stuck in his throat. That man created a hatred in him so consuming that… "A girl I met on once told me that hating Muraki so much only allowed him to have that much more power over me and that it would never allow myself to heal. I know that this is the truth but I can't stop hating that man." Omi looked bleakly at the Shiningami sitting so close to him and felt his hands close into tight fists.
"I don't think I will either." He muttered softly.
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It was a couple hours later that Omi found the courage to weakly get out of the water's warm embrace. In it, he had felt safe, light… the pain was just a dull memory that could be blocked out but as he moved it awakened and attacked him, forcing him to think. Forcing him to realize what exactly had been done to him. It would be those cold eyes that had so little sanity in them that would haunt him always… more than the invasive touch, more than the pain… He had so wanted to close his eyes during the whole event but he hadn't been able to, hadn't been allowed to. He still wanted to close his eyes… He wanted to close his eyes and find some kind of darkness but each time he tried, Hisoka would hiss in pain. Blocking memories… who would have known? Who could have known that he, quiet little Omi had that power? With trembling fingers he wrapped a towel around his shoulders and looked at the clothes that Tsuzuki had so gently deposited on the floor awhile ago now.
Will you need help? The offer was quiet. He shook his head and 'heard' as Hisoka called for Tsuzuki to come in and help him out of the room to give Omi the privacy that he suddenly wanted. He wanted to cry, to scream, to simply sleep. No. He couldn't. He had to wait. Had to wait for the others to come back and report to them what had happened. Had to… The clothes he was glaring at became a colorful blur. We'll be right outside the door if you need anything.
Hai. I know. He blinked away the blurriness and tried to hurry, the cold was starting to bite at him. How do you deal with this? How? Hisoka hadn't been able to give him an answer. But the boy's mind had told him something… whatever you do- don't blame yourself, don't hate yourself- but… it would be so hard. It would be so…
We'll be with you. Hisoka's mental voice said simply and along with it came Tsuzuki's consent. Such a contrast between the two voices. One was simple, so honest that it almost had a dry quality to it yet it was rich with such complex thoughts… the other was warm, wanting to help so much, to stop the pain that it was in pain itself knowing that it couldn't. He shook his head, wishing it would somehow stop making it feel so heavy… Your friends… they're coming. Omi blinked. He was done getting dressed. He moved slowly, ignoring the growing feeling of helplessness that was building within him as each step caused a dull pain to revive and made him tremble.
How long do I have to live?
How long…
He opened the door to the bathroom in time to hear Aya growling something not quite understandable and Ken demanding to know where Omi was and what the hell they had done with him. Their thoughts were so loud and angry that Omi's knees gave out as he saw red. The emotions that were hitting him were coming from Hisoka's empathy. The empath, Omi saw as his vision cleared, was not faring any better. The only reason he was still standing was because Tsuzuki was standing possessively near him, a hand on Hisoka's arm keeping him up.
"They…" Omi started quietly, bringing Ken's fury to a sudden halt. Aya's violet eyes searched the room to locate where Omi's voice was coming from, they stopped and widened as he saw the youngest of the Weiss assassins, on the floor, looking at them with a deep pain in his eyes. Yoji cursed following Aya's gaze and reached for the wire in his wrist watch. "They didn't do anything. They helped me. I…" Tsuzuki…help me? The elder of the Shiningami pair reached to Omi with his free hand and helped Omi stand up. "I…" The boy felt as if he was chocking. "Report?" He saw Aya nod briskly, still tense and wary of the two strangers. Those wide eyes that Hisoka had become used to seeing with a wide range of emotions, honest and pure, in the few hours that they had been thrown together into this mess suddenly became cold and closed--the look of a leader who would push even his own pain away if it meant getting to the bottom of something. It was a strange look to see on the young face, so pale and so tired. Omi took a single breath in before speaking, allowing his three companions to know what had happened while they had been sleeping, and then looking for him. Never once did the calm voice falter but inwardly, Hisoka quailed at the misery that Omi was hiding very deeply within him.
"Enough!" Yoji snapped, cutting the words short. "Enough." He muttered softer as Omi's eyes became once more his and were wide with a fear that was unexplainable. It only took a couple of steps for the tallest and eldest of the Weiss assassins to reach the youngest. The boy winced from the movement but he never pushed away as Yoji wrapped protective arms around him. "I'm sorry…" The sincere apology along with all the inward thoughts that Omi was suddenly opening up to was too much. A long soft sob erupted from him and he collapsed into the older man's embrace.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left…I'm sorry! I couldn't stop him… I couldn't… stop…him!"
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Tbc….
A/N- Any comments??? Smiles. I hope this chapter still keeps you guys wanting to read the rest of the fic. I will try to update as soon as I can and while I'm rambling right now… I will continue so I can give my little summary information of Gravitation whose characters will soon make their way into this fic.
Gravitation- This is a story about Bad Luck, a band with the lead singer Shuichi (A hyper, pink haired man who's a total romantic and you can't help loving him), his best friend Hiro who's serious and responsible and is also the guitarist for the band, Yuki Eiri a romance novelist that has a tragic past and who Shuichi falls in love with. Shuichi in the anime series has to deal with trying to keep the band together, deal with other rival bands, try to get to know Yuki (which is a very big challenge) and prove his worth in Yuki's eyes and the whole singing world. … Trying to think if I should add anything… but… hmmm… watch the series!!! I don't want to ruin it for anyone!!!!
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