This is my long-awaited (probably NOT, but let me dream) conclusion. I just
had to finish it!
Disclaimer: I don't own YnM or any of the characters. I hopefully have invented Sacha and Anya though.
"I would have died anyway" Tsuzuki's head snapped back to look at his boy. "I was going to kill myself. I was going to kill myself and go to hell and that was going to be the end. Instead Muraki was saved and he killed me and here I am with you." Hisoka stopped for a moment and kissed his lover briefly. "I have met the only person who's ever loved me. If Muraki hadn't killed me, I wouldn't have." The truth in those words hang in the air, heavy and intoxicating. Paradoxically it had been a blessing, for them both, to end as they did. "That's what I told her in the garden."
"That's what he told me." She said it offhandedly, as a matter of fact. But Anya knew how much it meant to her. They sat in silence on the edge of the bed and looked at the wind blowing the tree branches outside. "I am sorry I never told you. About all of this." Anya squeezed her hand in the silence. "It doesn't matter" she whispered. She let go of Sacha's hand and picked up the letter sitting next to her. She stared intentedly at the text, then moved her gaze to her companion. "Hey" "Uhm?" "So, are we going to take this job or not?"
It was Tatsumi's turn to be surprised at the visitor while he sat under the cherry tree. "Hey" He nodded silently as the girl plopped down beside it. "I hear you are staying. Congratulations. We always need good shinigami." "Your department crawls with them already." Rebutted Sacha. "So why did you stay?" The girl shrugged her shoulders "For the warmth of friends. For the fun of working with Watari." She stared right into Tatsumi's eyes, and he felt funny for a moment. "For Oriya?" Sacha shook her head. "He belong to a different time and place... and a different world. Rather.." she paused and looked away, then turned back to him "For you." As usual she was just matter-of-fact, she didn't dress her thoughts and feelings in shiny sentences. But that was part of why he liked her. He reached over and took her hand. And they sat there and they thought about a future that, for the first time in decades, looked bright again.
Disclaimer: I don't own YnM or any of the characters. I hopefully have invented Sacha and Anya though.
"I would have died anyway" Tsuzuki's head snapped back to look at his boy. "I was going to kill myself. I was going to kill myself and go to hell and that was going to be the end. Instead Muraki was saved and he killed me and here I am with you." Hisoka stopped for a moment and kissed his lover briefly. "I have met the only person who's ever loved me. If Muraki hadn't killed me, I wouldn't have." The truth in those words hang in the air, heavy and intoxicating. Paradoxically it had been a blessing, for them both, to end as they did. "That's what I told her in the garden."
"That's what he told me." She said it offhandedly, as a matter of fact. But Anya knew how much it meant to her. They sat in silence on the edge of the bed and looked at the wind blowing the tree branches outside. "I am sorry I never told you. About all of this." Anya squeezed her hand in the silence. "It doesn't matter" she whispered. She let go of Sacha's hand and picked up the letter sitting next to her. She stared intentedly at the text, then moved her gaze to her companion. "Hey" "Uhm?" "So, are we going to take this job or not?"
It was Tatsumi's turn to be surprised at the visitor while he sat under the cherry tree. "Hey" He nodded silently as the girl plopped down beside it. "I hear you are staying. Congratulations. We always need good shinigami." "Your department crawls with them already." Rebutted Sacha. "So why did you stay?" The girl shrugged her shoulders "For the warmth of friends. For the fun of working with Watari." She stared right into Tatsumi's eyes, and he felt funny for a moment. "For Oriya?" Sacha shook her head. "He belong to a different time and place... and a different world. Rather.." she paused and looked away, then turned back to him "For you." As usual she was just matter-of-fact, she didn't dress her thoughts and feelings in shiny sentences. But that was part of why he liked her. He reached over and took her hand. And they sat there and they thought about a future that, for the first time in decades, looked bright again.