I finally found the time to continue this! Sorry to those who read this for the long hiatus! Almost the end- only 1 more chapter to go.
I have read so many fics lately that I hope I have not unwittingly plagiarized someone... please let me now if you feel otherwise.
Disclaimer: I don't own YnM or any of the characters. I hopefully have invented Sacha and Anya though
Energy poured into the surrounding.
It was like the world was shaking and rearranging itself somehow. It was like a twister had hit them and the world was spinning.
It was powerful but short lasting.
It was similar to when they had last encountered Muraki.
And somebody was radiating this energy that had just changed everything somehow. And this someone was Hisoka. Tsuzuki didn't regard himself as the cleverest of men, but he knew- he felt- things. And he knew that he had never seen anything so powerful before and he knew that this power was the same that Sacha had dreaded for so long. It was a power that nobody could face and that could drive you insane if you ever abused it. But Tsuzuki had faith. Faith that Hisoka would handle it. Because somehow he knew his little blonde-haired lover really could.
The scene stood somehow changed after the odd blast. Saki was lying on the floor. Lifeless. And Sacha and Oriya were slowly coming out of the establishment. Sacha looked like a different person. Beaten, defenseless, scared. Oriya looked just like he normally did. He was staring at Hisoka with a lot of admiration. The rest of them were more or less surprised of the development. There was an aria of expectancy. Hisoka was unreadable. He looked alternatively at Anya, Sacha and Muraki. He wandered close to Muraki and stared at him for a while. Muraki quivered slightly. Then he moved toward Sacha and stared at her.
"I am sorry." Sacha whispered. "I saved him. I didn't know… and then I knew. But even if I had known, I just couldn't have…" Her voice quivered.
"I know, he was no different from me. Oriya told me once. He was just a boy. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't your fault he killed me, or any of them. And he was your friend. I know, when you found me at St Paul's, I looked just like him back then to you." Hisoka's voice sounded different, wise and controlled. Then he did something unexpected. He pulled the woman to himself and hugged her. Sacha was startled at first, but she slowly closed her arms around the boy. As Hisoka whispered into her ear, her eyes widened a little, and she brought him closer.
"When I last came to Japan, I was chasing after Saki. I met Oriya and Katsutaka and decided to befriend them to get to Saki. I grew attached to them while Saki was somewhere hidden. When we finally met, Saki immediately realized I was a shinigami and what I was there for and he fled. But not without kidnapping his half brother. When I caught up with them again, Katsutaka was dying. It was snowy and he was naked and the blood was everywhere. I had known about my powers for a while, but I had never used them consciously. I saw no way of defeating Saki otherwise and… I lost control. I was outraged, mad, saddened." She stopped "I killed him. In a few seconds. And I saved Katsutaka's life. It seemed… it seemed like the right thing to do. But later I saw, what he was going to do, and I broke down. I felt I had abused my powers. I decided to leave the profession and it was only because of Anya's and my old chief's insistence that I kept working as a freelance. When I met you, it was very hard on me. But helping Hisoka felt like a way to repay him of being responsible for his death. Now I feel like I really got to the end of the road and… I may be able to start anew." Sacha finished her explanation and looked down on the tatami, but not without first casting a fond and apologetic look at her partner, whose happiness to see Sacha alive and well still shone ever so bright.
They were recovering from the events inside the establishment. Oriya poured tea for all of them. Muraki was on one side. He was not going to be a problem again. The four Japanese shinigami and Anya were sitting around a low table listening to the story they had all been longing to hear. To each of them, it had a huge and unique importance.
"Hisoka is right. You are not responsible for what Muraki did. You cannot be blamed for following your heart or doing bad without intention. Hisoka taught me that. And you have paid your penance, suffering all these years in silence. Come back with us. You are still needed." Tsuzuki spoke softly, while his colleagues nodded.
Sacha lifted her face and smiled. "I guess I will." Her eyes shone with gratitude.