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would never have happened . . . I also don't own Yami no Matsuei. This fic
is only done for fun and to relieve my boredom . . . Don't bother suing me,
most that you would get is dryer lint.
Warning: This is a Yaoi fic. . . that means wonderful m/m action, if this offends anyone here, then get out of my site. I didn't force you to come here. If this offends the sensibilities of any parents, then you should be looking after your kids better and not using the computer as a babysitter. On to the fanfiction. . .
Troubled Times.
Part twelve.
**********
**Censored, Continuation of non-con Muraki/Tsuzuki**
Muraki sighs... this was wonderful... as tight as that boy all those years ago. **censored** Crying freely, the shinigami isn't even aware of when he started begging Muraki to stop, only that he is certain that something must be torn. Straining against the bonds, Tsuzuki continues his fruitless struggles.
He listened to those beautiful cries... as he took the shinigami. Lovely... wonderful... he bent the man under his weight and thrust even deeper and more roughly. He would make the most of this encounter...
**Censored, completion of non-con Muraki/Tsuzuki**
Amethyst eyes, bright with tears, stare up at Muraki. . . scared of what the man might want to do next.
**********
Schuldig looks up in time to see Watari appearing in his room. . . the blonde visibly frustrated and tired.
"What's wrong? You look very upset."
Climbing into Schu's arms, the shinigami sighs. "Frustrated more like it. . . "
"Why?" He wrapped his limbs around the blond, planting a kiss on the top of his head.
"It seems that Ran put his little sister into the care of a very dangerous person. . . "
"Ah... and why would Ran-chan do a foolish thing like that... he's so careful with the sleeping princess."
"Simple, he didn't know that the man is dangerous." Watari comments while making himself more comfortable.
"Ah..." He started to gently rub the scientist's back. "So what are you doing about it?"
"Well, we have to convince Ran to take his sister out of Muraki's care, then find out what it is that is keeping the girl conscious and then make sure that we don't get any interesting surprises."
"And this is causing a lot of stress no doubt..." He started to massage the man's shoulders. "Wait a minute... awake? The girl is awake?"
"Perfectly awake. . . Ahh. . .That feels great. . . . "
"Good... you're tense. But... I thought she was comatose for years... that there was no real hope for her waking up." Crap this is going to screw Brad's plans...
"To a person that can pull the dead from their graves, waking a girl in a coma isn't a real challenge. . . "
"I guess not... are you here for the night or just a visit?"
"A visit or the night. . . not sure which, I couldn't stand going over those files anymore with Weiss."
"oooh... having to spend time with them... now I understand. Have a headache?"
"A little. . . "
"Do you want to take something for it?"
"I took a set of pills about 10 minutes ago."
"okay... want to nap for a while then?"
"That sounds like a good idea," Watari comments after placing a quick kiss on Schuldig's lips. . . .
"Mmmm... do that too much and you won't get ANY rest." The redhead leered at him... then smiled fondly.
"Thank you for the warning. . . "
The telepath grinned. "so... now that you've been warned... what would you care to do?"
Leaning forward, Watari starts nuzzling gently at Schu's neck. . . "Do you have any ideas?"
The redhead moaned. "Lots of them... most carry an R rating at least..."
Nipping at Schu's ear, Watari can't help but smile at the reaction, "and the ones that don't carry an R rating?"
"Are NC-17..." He pulled the teasing blonde's mouth close enough to kiss him deeply. Whimpering, Watari lets the red head deepen the kiss as much as he wants. . . as his fingers start to skirt the edges of Schu's shirt. For his part, the telepath was a more than happy participant. His hands buried in the golden silk, holding Watari's head where he could kiss him.
Sliding one hand up under the material, past the abdominals, Watari reaches Schu's pert nipples and begins playing with them. Schuldig moaned loudly, tearing his lips away from Watari's. "you know just where to touch, don't you?"
"I've had to study human anatomy extensively. . . . " The blond says as his other hand slips under the shirt to join the first.
"I guess so... time to lose the clothing!"
Bringing both hands back down, Watari starts to pull the German's top off slowly with a slight smile. Smirking... the redhead reaches for the scientist's clothes as well.
After the tops are removed and dropped to the floor in a crumpled pile, Watari smiles mischievously as he slides one hand into Schu's pants. The redhead moaned... "you are a very good study..."
With his other hand, the buttons start to become undone, "should I take that as a compliment?"
"Definitely."
**Censored**
**********
Staring up at the ceiling, Tsuzuki isn't sure what to do. . . he can't honestly return to Meifu and Hisoka. . . not after what happened. . . . what Muraki did to him. Fortunately, the man had cleaned him up and redressed him before leaving. Muraki had left with a lingering kiss and a touch, that promised a similar evening the next day.
Unconsciously the shinigami tugs at the bonds as he looks out the window and sees the stars. . . . the same twinkling little pinpricks of light that were there nearly 70 years prior. One restraint... possibly loosened earlier... popped open. Tsuzuki's unconscious mind took advantage of this and he released himself. Rubbing his wrists, the shinigami stretches a little, muscles sore from being confined.
Sighing, Tsuzuki finally ends up curled around the pillow and going back to sleep. . . slightly more comfortably this time, though unaware of the tears that still make their way languidly down his cheeks.
**********
Burying his head beneath the pillow to block out the morning light, Tsuzuki doesn't hear the door open to his room when the doctor walks in to check on his 'patient'.
Muraki frowns at first... seeing that the shinigami was free. He would have to remember to check the restraints... but at the same time, he was positively gleeful that the brunette was still there. Sighing, Tsuzuki's nose pokes out from under the pillow as he re-adjusts his position.
It was truly a pity that the shinigami was so cute... he probably wouldn't have cared either way if Tsuzuki had been average.
Slowly waking, one arm starts to slide out only to be impeded by the bars on either side of the bed. Hand flinching back momentarily he pulls the pillow away from his face revealing still sleepy looking jeweled eyes.
"Good morning, Tsuzuki... care for some breakfast?"
A little fear creeps into those lovely eyes at the sight of Muraki. Not fully trusting his voice, the shinigami slowly nods his head. . .
"Very good... I'll bring some up... are you going to try to depart... or can I leave those off?"
Sitting up he leans against the wall, and replies in a small voice. "thanks. . . "
"I know you won't betray this trust..." He one eye gleamed menacingly as he left to get the shinigami's meal.
Upon returning, Muraki finds Tsuzuki in much the same position that he had left the man in. . .
"Here is your meal... enjoy."
Picking up the overly sweet pastry Tsuzuki can't help but smile a little as he gazes out he window, marveling somewhat at the inherent bizarreness of the situation.
**********
Waking, Schuldig looks down at the blonde still nestled in his arms. . . brushing some stray hairs back, he can't help but smile. Poor thing must be tired. . . this is the first time that he's ever been able to beat the shinigami awake.
There was a quiet knock at the door and Nagi poked his head in. "do you want anything before I have to get working?"
At the sound of Nagi's voice, Watari snuggles a little closer to Schu, trying to stave off waking. . .
/Sorry, Schu... I figured he'd be awake by now.../
/S'okay chibi. . . he's just been through some really frustrating times now. . . /
/oh... so coffee?/
**********
Ran glares at Ken and the rest of his teammates. . . how dare they accuse Muraki-sensei of being responsible for the current murders. . . That man is the only person that ever thought that Aya-chan had a chance of survival. Muraki is the only person that ever tried to help his sister. . . and because of that help she's awake. Now they want him to believe that the man is evil?!
"Ran... you have to understand... his practices are... well... illegal, no matter how many people he's actually helped along the way..." Ken was trying to be reasonable.
Crossing his arms in front of him, Ran continues to use the patented 'fujimiya-glare-of-death' against his teammate. . . no man would be able to be so evil and yet have the adoration of so many. . . it just wasn't possible. It wasn't possible that Aya-chan would be in the care of anyone dangerous. . . he was too careful for that.
Omi tried as well. "Ran... we have evidence... if you'll just look..." Without a word, the easily irritated red head turns and starts heading up the stairs. . . . . and eventually out of the flower shop altogether.
The others just sighed. Until Ran saw for his own eyes how evil the man was... there wasn't going to be any way they could convince him of it.
**********
For most of the day Tsuzuki manages to amuse himself by fogging up the windows and drawing stupid little drawings there and watching as they disappear back into nothing.
Not bothering to look back when he hears the door open and close, Tsuzuki correctly guesses that his visitor is Muraki, the shinigami finishes up with his current 'drawing'.
"You are leaving smears on my window..."
"Not like I have much anything else to do. . . " Tsuzuki comments while leaning forward to fog up another area of the window.
"Hmmm... that is true... I could probably find a book for you..."
"That would probably save your windows from getting smears on them," the shinigami comments, a small smile reflecting back at Muraki through the glass.
"Then I'll see about that... any other 'reasonable' requests?"
"A shower and my clothes back?"
"A shower... I can find some clothing I suppose..."
Turning he slips out of his smile, "Thanks. . . lounging around the entire day in pajamas is not really my style anymore."
"No... I suppose not... I'll return shortly." He unlocked a small door in the side wall. "You may use the shower facilities in here."
Waiting until Muraki has left the room, Tsuzuki slides off the bed and silently pads his way over to the door indicated. Looking into the room somewhat hesitantly, as if expecting some horrible sort of trap or creature to jump out at him and rip him to shreds, the shinigami finally walks in. Pulling one towel from its rack, he places it on a hook nearer to the shower and slips out of the hospital gown before turning on the water and stepping into the spray.
The water was just this side of too hot and felt wonderful on his skin. There were only basic necessities, soap and shampoo... but Tsuzuki used them anyways.
After scrubbing himself clean and lathering up his hair, the shinigami lets the water wash over him. . . . feeling oddly relaxed. Turning the water off, he grabs the towel, quickly drying himself off, he wraps the small bit of cloth around his waist and steps out of the shower. Heading into the other room, his skin prickles under the cold temperature of the air as he waits for the doctor to re-appear with some clothes for him.
There is a polite knock at the door, then Muraki returns. "Here are some things for you to wear." He handed Tsuzuki not his own clothing, but a simple pair of slacks and a button up shirt.
Accepting the clothes, the shinigami tries to fight back a blush as the doctor enters the room. About to head back into the small but functional bathroom to change, violet eyes widen when Muraki indicates that he should remain in the room to change. Looking at the pale doctor, Tsuzuki knows that he is rapidly acquiring a full body blush. . .
"Come come... it's not like you have anything I haven't seen before. I'm a doctor after all." He smiled amicably.
Studying the doctor's expression for a few moments, Tsuzuki bites his lower lip and takes a deep breath before commencing what is essentially be a reverse strip as he puts the simple clothes on. "hai."
Muraki nods and watches avidly.
Never once taking his eyes off of Muraki's expression, Tsuzuki slowly stumbles through the buttons on the top. . . still blushing furiously over the situation.
The doctor smiles... more like a smirk... then picks up the damp towel. "Now then.. what would you care to have for dinner?" Turning his gaze away from Muraki, the shinigami merely shakes his head, indicating no real preference in the matter. . .
"Now now... everyone has favorites, what would you like to eat?"
"I've never really met a meal that I didn't like. . ."
Muraki sighed. "Very well... I will order something. Oh and I did bring several books for you to peruse." He indicated a small pile of novels and other more weighty books on the bed.
Nodding, Tsuzuki waits for Muraki to leave the room before taking a better look at the different sorts of books that the man left for him to entertain himself with. . . . though he would have much preferred a little cooking or gardening to occupy his time.
The 'good' doctor paused outside the door as he turned the locks. He smiled, this was going much better than he ever could have dreamed. He walked down the hall...
**********
Driving up the long gravel driveway, Ran looks up at the facility. . . .there was no way possible for Muraki to be as evil as his teammates accused him of being. He was a doctor... who obviously cared for his patients. He cured Aya-chan... he wasn't evil... he wasn't...
In a window up on the second floor, Ran can barely make out the form of someone sitting there, peacefully engrossed in a book, languidly turning each page. . . -----------------------
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Muchaha: Yeah. . . even if I have to censor this cute little ficlet. . . it will be posted. Yanagi and I are so glad that you are enjoying the story so far. . . oh yeah and cute little Tsuzuki-chan that getting it up the. . . . 9.9
Warning: This is a Yaoi fic. . . that means wonderful m/m action, if this offends anyone here, then get out of my site. I didn't force you to come here. If this offends the sensibilities of any parents, then you should be looking after your kids better and not using the computer as a babysitter. On to the fanfiction. . .
Troubled Times.
Part twelve.
**********
**Censored, Continuation of non-con Muraki/Tsuzuki**
Muraki sighs... this was wonderful... as tight as that boy all those years ago. **censored** Crying freely, the shinigami isn't even aware of when he started begging Muraki to stop, only that he is certain that something must be torn. Straining against the bonds, Tsuzuki continues his fruitless struggles.
He listened to those beautiful cries... as he took the shinigami. Lovely... wonderful... he bent the man under his weight and thrust even deeper and more roughly. He would make the most of this encounter...
**Censored, completion of non-con Muraki/Tsuzuki**
Amethyst eyes, bright with tears, stare up at Muraki. . . scared of what the man might want to do next.
**********
Schuldig looks up in time to see Watari appearing in his room. . . the blonde visibly frustrated and tired.
"What's wrong? You look very upset."
Climbing into Schu's arms, the shinigami sighs. "Frustrated more like it. . . "
"Why?" He wrapped his limbs around the blond, planting a kiss on the top of his head.
"It seems that Ran put his little sister into the care of a very dangerous person. . . "
"Ah... and why would Ran-chan do a foolish thing like that... he's so careful with the sleeping princess."
"Simple, he didn't know that the man is dangerous." Watari comments while making himself more comfortable.
"Ah..." He started to gently rub the scientist's back. "So what are you doing about it?"
"Well, we have to convince Ran to take his sister out of Muraki's care, then find out what it is that is keeping the girl conscious and then make sure that we don't get any interesting surprises."
"And this is causing a lot of stress no doubt..." He started to massage the man's shoulders. "Wait a minute... awake? The girl is awake?"
"Perfectly awake. . . Ahh. . .That feels great. . . . "
"Good... you're tense. But... I thought she was comatose for years... that there was no real hope for her waking up." Crap this is going to screw Brad's plans...
"To a person that can pull the dead from their graves, waking a girl in a coma isn't a real challenge. . . "
"I guess not... are you here for the night or just a visit?"
"A visit or the night. . . not sure which, I couldn't stand going over those files anymore with Weiss."
"oooh... having to spend time with them... now I understand. Have a headache?"
"A little. . . "
"Do you want to take something for it?"
"I took a set of pills about 10 minutes ago."
"okay... want to nap for a while then?"
"That sounds like a good idea," Watari comments after placing a quick kiss on Schuldig's lips. . . .
"Mmmm... do that too much and you won't get ANY rest." The redhead leered at him... then smiled fondly.
"Thank you for the warning. . . "
The telepath grinned. "so... now that you've been warned... what would you care to do?"
Leaning forward, Watari starts nuzzling gently at Schu's neck. . . "Do you have any ideas?"
The redhead moaned. "Lots of them... most carry an R rating at least..."
Nipping at Schu's ear, Watari can't help but smile at the reaction, "and the ones that don't carry an R rating?"
"Are NC-17..." He pulled the teasing blonde's mouth close enough to kiss him deeply. Whimpering, Watari lets the red head deepen the kiss as much as he wants. . . as his fingers start to skirt the edges of Schu's shirt. For his part, the telepath was a more than happy participant. His hands buried in the golden silk, holding Watari's head where he could kiss him.
Sliding one hand up under the material, past the abdominals, Watari reaches Schu's pert nipples and begins playing with them. Schuldig moaned loudly, tearing his lips away from Watari's. "you know just where to touch, don't you?"
"I've had to study human anatomy extensively. . . . " The blond says as his other hand slips under the shirt to join the first.
"I guess so... time to lose the clothing!"
Bringing both hands back down, Watari starts to pull the German's top off slowly with a slight smile. Smirking... the redhead reaches for the scientist's clothes as well.
After the tops are removed and dropped to the floor in a crumpled pile, Watari smiles mischievously as he slides one hand into Schu's pants. The redhead moaned... "you are a very good study..."
With his other hand, the buttons start to become undone, "should I take that as a compliment?"
"Definitely."
**Censored**
**********
Staring up at the ceiling, Tsuzuki isn't sure what to do. . . he can't honestly return to Meifu and Hisoka. . . not after what happened. . . . what Muraki did to him. Fortunately, the man had cleaned him up and redressed him before leaving. Muraki had left with a lingering kiss and a touch, that promised a similar evening the next day.
Unconsciously the shinigami tugs at the bonds as he looks out the window and sees the stars. . . . the same twinkling little pinpricks of light that were there nearly 70 years prior. One restraint... possibly loosened earlier... popped open. Tsuzuki's unconscious mind took advantage of this and he released himself. Rubbing his wrists, the shinigami stretches a little, muscles sore from being confined.
Sighing, Tsuzuki finally ends up curled around the pillow and going back to sleep. . . slightly more comfortably this time, though unaware of the tears that still make their way languidly down his cheeks.
**********
Burying his head beneath the pillow to block out the morning light, Tsuzuki doesn't hear the door open to his room when the doctor walks in to check on his 'patient'.
Muraki frowns at first... seeing that the shinigami was free. He would have to remember to check the restraints... but at the same time, he was positively gleeful that the brunette was still there. Sighing, Tsuzuki's nose pokes out from under the pillow as he re-adjusts his position.
It was truly a pity that the shinigami was so cute... he probably wouldn't have cared either way if Tsuzuki had been average.
Slowly waking, one arm starts to slide out only to be impeded by the bars on either side of the bed. Hand flinching back momentarily he pulls the pillow away from his face revealing still sleepy looking jeweled eyes.
"Good morning, Tsuzuki... care for some breakfast?"
A little fear creeps into those lovely eyes at the sight of Muraki. Not fully trusting his voice, the shinigami slowly nods his head. . .
"Very good... I'll bring some up... are you going to try to depart... or can I leave those off?"
Sitting up he leans against the wall, and replies in a small voice. "thanks. . . "
"I know you won't betray this trust..." He one eye gleamed menacingly as he left to get the shinigami's meal.
Upon returning, Muraki finds Tsuzuki in much the same position that he had left the man in. . .
"Here is your meal... enjoy."
Picking up the overly sweet pastry Tsuzuki can't help but smile a little as he gazes out he window, marveling somewhat at the inherent bizarreness of the situation.
**********
Waking, Schuldig looks down at the blonde still nestled in his arms. . . brushing some stray hairs back, he can't help but smile. Poor thing must be tired. . . this is the first time that he's ever been able to beat the shinigami awake.
There was a quiet knock at the door and Nagi poked his head in. "do you want anything before I have to get working?"
At the sound of Nagi's voice, Watari snuggles a little closer to Schu, trying to stave off waking. . .
/Sorry, Schu... I figured he'd be awake by now.../
/S'okay chibi. . . he's just been through some really frustrating times now. . . /
/oh... so coffee?/
**********
Ran glares at Ken and the rest of his teammates. . . how dare they accuse Muraki-sensei of being responsible for the current murders. . . That man is the only person that ever thought that Aya-chan had a chance of survival. Muraki is the only person that ever tried to help his sister. . . and because of that help she's awake. Now they want him to believe that the man is evil?!
"Ran... you have to understand... his practices are... well... illegal, no matter how many people he's actually helped along the way..." Ken was trying to be reasonable.
Crossing his arms in front of him, Ran continues to use the patented 'fujimiya-glare-of-death' against his teammate. . . no man would be able to be so evil and yet have the adoration of so many. . . it just wasn't possible. It wasn't possible that Aya-chan would be in the care of anyone dangerous. . . he was too careful for that.
Omi tried as well. "Ran... we have evidence... if you'll just look..." Without a word, the easily irritated red head turns and starts heading up the stairs. . . . . and eventually out of the flower shop altogether.
The others just sighed. Until Ran saw for his own eyes how evil the man was... there wasn't going to be any way they could convince him of it.
**********
For most of the day Tsuzuki manages to amuse himself by fogging up the windows and drawing stupid little drawings there and watching as they disappear back into nothing.
Not bothering to look back when he hears the door open and close, Tsuzuki correctly guesses that his visitor is Muraki, the shinigami finishes up with his current 'drawing'.
"You are leaving smears on my window..."
"Not like I have much anything else to do. . . " Tsuzuki comments while leaning forward to fog up another area of the window.
"Hmmm... that is true... I could probably find a book for you..."
"That would probably save your windows from getting smears on them," the shinigami comments, a small smile reflecting back at Muraki through the glass.
"Then I'll see about that... any other 'reasonable' requests?"
"A shower and my clothes back?"
"A shower... I can find some clothing I suppose..."
Turning he slips out of his smile, "Thanks. . . lounging around the entire day in pajamas is not really my style anymore."
"No... I suppose not... I'll return shortly." He unlocked a small door in the side wall. "You may use the shower facilities in here."
Waiting until Muraki has left the room, Tsuzuki slides off the bed and silently pads his way over to the door indicated. Looking into the room somewhat hesitantly, as if expecting some horrible sort of trap or creature to jump out at him and rip him to shreds, the shinigami finally walks in. Pulling one towel from its rack, he places it on a hook nearer to the shower and slips out of the hospital gown before turning on the water and stepping into the spray.
The water was just this side of too hot and felt wonderful on his skin. There were only basic necessities, soap and shampoo... but Tsuzuki used them anyways.
After scrubbing himself clean and lathering up his hair, the shinigami lets the water wash over him. . . . feeling oddly relaxed. Turning the water off, he grabs the towel, quickly drying himself off, he wraps the small bit of cloth around his waist and steps out of the shower. Heading into the other room, his skin prickles under the cold temperature of the air as he waits for the doctor to re-appear with some clothes for him.
There is a polite knock at the door, then Muraki returns. "Here are some things for you to wear." He handed Tsuzuki not his own clothing, but a simple pair of slacks and a button up shirt.
Accepting the clothes, the shinigami tries to fight back a blush as the doctor enters the room. About to head back into the small but functional bathroom to change, violet eyes widen when Muraki indicates that he should remain in the room to change. Looking at the pale doctor, Tsuzuki knows that he is rapidly acquiring a full body blush. . .
"Come come... it's not like you have anything I haven't seen before. I'm a doctor after all." He smiled amicably.
Studying the doctor's expression for a few moments, Tsuzuki bites his lower lip and takes a deep breath before commencing what is essentially be a reverse strip as he puts the simple clothes on. "hai."
Muraki nods and watches avidly.
Never once taking his eyes off of Muraki's expression, Tsuzuki slowly stumbles through the buttons on the top. . . still blushing furiously over the situation.
The doctor smiles... more like a smirk... then picks up the damp towel. "Now then.. what would you care to have for dinner?" Turning his gaze away from Muraki, the shinigami merely shakes his head, indicating no real preference in the matter. . .
"Now now... everyone has favorites, what would you like to eat?"
"I've never really met a meal that I didn't like. . ."
Muraki sighed. "Very well... I will order something. Oh and I did bring several books for you to peruse." He indicated a small pile of novels and other more weighty books on the bed.
Nodding, Tsuzuki waits for Muraki to leave the room before taking a better look at the different sorts of books that the man left for him to entertain himself with. . . . though he would have much preferred a little cooking or gardening to occupy his time.
The 'good' doctor paused outside the door as he turned the locks. He smiled, this was going much better than he ever could have dreamed. He walked down the hall...
**********
Driving up the long gravel driveway, Ran looks up at the facility. . . .there was no way possible for Muraki to be as evil as his teammates accused him of being. He was a doctor... who obviously cared for his patients. He cured Aya-chan... he wasn't evil... he wasn't...
In a window up on the second floor, Ran can barely make out the form of someone sitting there, peacefully engrossed in a book, languidly turning each page. . . -----------------------
Responses to Reviews:
Muchaha: Yeah. . . even if I have to censor this cute little ficlet. . . it will be posted. Yanagi and I are so glad that you are enjoying the story so far. . . oh yeah and cute little Tsuzuki-chan that getting it up the. . . . 9.9