See! I swore i'd be better at updating! Now let's see if I can keep it up, ne? This chapter is kinda short but...oh well!
Disclaimer same as always!
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It was Saturday at five fifty in the afternoon. Tsuzuki sat down on the wooden park bench and sighed.
'I can't believe I came! If anyone from work sees me…'
"Tsuzuki-san, you're early."
Tsuzuki swallowed the lump in his throat and turned. "I was kind of forced here." He mumbled. "why didn't you just ask me out like you usually do, Muraki?" He asked.
"To tell the truth this was all your brother's idea." Muraki smiled.
Tsuzuki sighed and shook his head. "Predictable."
"Shall we?" Muraki offered Tsuzuki a hand.
Tsuzuki pushed the hand away and stood. "Where are we going?"
Muraki smiled. "Follow me." He began to lead the way, Tsuzuki a few steps behind. "I take it you don't get along with your brother?"
"Whatever gave you that idea?" Tsuzuki asked sarcastically.
"Something wrong?"
"Yea there is! I don't want to be here." He mumbled. 'I was so comfortable before I had to leave, his arms wrapped around me tightly…I hope he doesn't come looking for me, I kind of left without an explanation.'
"Then why did you come?" Muraki smirked.
Tsuzuki grunted. "Never mind."
"All right then." Muraki nodded and let the subject go.
The couple ended up at a rather expensive outdoor restaurant. Like the gentleman he is, Muraki pulled out Tsuzuki's chair for him. Tsuzuki frowned but sat anyway; after he was seated Muraki claimed his own chair across from the violet-eyed shinigami.
"You're going to behave yourself, right?" Tsuzuki growled.
Muraki smirked. "Why, what do you mean?" He asked innocently.
Tsuzuki grunted.
When the waiter arrived they ordered their food and gave him their menus.
"Why haven't you ever mentioned your brother before Tsuzuki-san?" Muraki asked conversationally.
"Why do you think?" Tsuzuki snapped slightly. He sighed. "I was hoping I'd never have to deal with him again. The last time I saw him, he was going to America. I was so grateful when he promised me I'd never see him again, but as usual, he lied. As much as he praises himself, and says he was and still is the perfect brother, he really isn't and never was. When I was a kid, he was never around. He was supposed to be my big brother, the person who stood up for me, but he was never there. Now that I'm older, I can't get rid of him. He randomly visits me, he calls me at all hours, its like he's stalking me or something." Tsuzuki looked up at the other.
Muraki smiled.
"What is it?" Tsuzuki glared.
Muraki shook his head. "It's nothing just, you've never opened up to me like that."
"Everybody always has questions about Yuji. He puts off this cheery exterior to everyone, like he's everybody's best friend, but if you really knew him…" Tsuzuki shook his head. "He's cruel, sadistic, psychotic, temperamental, a completely different person than what he puts off to be."
"I must say; if anyone else was telling me this I wouldn't believe them. He seems so nice and friendly." Muraki told him.
Tsuzuki nodded. "Then his plan is working, like it always does, whatever it is." Tsuzuki sipped his water. "Besides, he likes you."
Muraki looked puzzled. "Excuse me?"
"Yuji favors you, he believes you have something in common, but you two have nothing in common, believe me. Besides, he has an obligation to your family line."
"Obligation?"
"Apparently, he felt obligated to pay your grandfather back for taking care of me. He made a deal with your grandfather to watch over your family line."
"But my parents were killed fairly young." Muraki explained.
"Yuji can speak with the dead, he obeys the command of your grandfather; your grandfather must favor you. Haven't you ever wondered how you've gotten out of so many deadly situations?" He asked.
Muraki nodded. "Sometimes."
The waiter set their food down and left once again.
"It's ironic how you keep trying to kill me and yet I'm protected by your very own brother." Muraki drawled.
Tsuzuki shook his head. "Who said I was trying to kill you? I have a problem with taking lives, remember?"
The man in white simply nodded. "So tell me what else I should expect of your brother."
"You know the barrier you have against Hisoka's empathy?" Tsuzuki asked.
"Is Yuji an empath?" Muraki asked.
"No, he's a telepath, and a very powerful one too." He sipped his water again. "I'm surprised he didn't tell you any of this."
Muraki shook his head.
"As I told you before, Yuji can talk to the dead, well he can also resurrect the dead. He controls the weather, and there's something else which I can never remember." He shook his head. "If I can't remember it must not be very important."
Muraki slowly moved his chair closer to Tsuzuki, which went completely unnoticed by the shinigami as he babbled on.
"Yuji is always bothering me. It's like he's trying to make up for not being around. He knows that I hate what he does but he refuses to stop. He says 'It's all fun and games' and 'I'm not hurting anyone, it's just fun.' But I don't think he realizes that he is hurting people, let alone taking lives and such. I can only imagine the headache he gave the shinigami in America, let alone how many of them he probably killed." Tsuzuki slowly registered the comforting hand, rubbing gentle circles on his back. H e chose to ignore it. "He's the kind of person who will turn you into a yo-yo. He absolutely loves to toy with people. And the worst thing is, he researches his kills. He plans them in advance, gets to know his victims on a close personal level, romantic even if he has too, and then when he's finally gained their trust…they're gone. I don't think I'll ever understand him, the way he can just take lives without regret."
Muraki kept rubbing the violet-eyed man's back calmingly. "You shouldn't let it bother you."
Tsuzuki sniffled, on the verge of tears. "I feel responsible for him though. But he's older; he's supposed to be the responsible one. He's the one who should be watching out for me! Not the other way around." He sniffled again.
Muraki cautiously pulled the shinigami into a comforting hug, surprisingly the other didn't resist.
"I hate my brother." Tsuzuki mumbled. "He's a psychopathic bastard."
Muraki made hushing noises as Tsuzuki continued to sniffle.
'He kind of reminds me of him. He's so caring, but strange at times. He has a bit of a temper, but he's kind of cute when he smiles. GOD! Did I just compliment Muraki?' He paused. 'What is this sudden feeling? I…'
Muraki gently leaned down and captured Tsuzuki's lips in a gentle kiss. He deepened it once he realized the shinigami wasn't pushing him away.
Sitting within the heavy branches of a nearby oak tree sat a figure, which watched the little couple with interest. 'A few minutes longer and I'll let you be of conscious mind again, brother dear. Besides, Kazutaka is enjoying himself! Why should I ruin his fun? You must fight for happiness, Asato-chan; you should know that by now. Happiness comes with a price, it always has and it always will. Besides, this time I will surely get you to join me. AH! There they are! It begins.' He flicked his wrist carelessly.
Tsuzuki's eyes opened wide. 'Muraki's kissing me! And I'm letting him? NO!' He instantly pushed the other away and stood. He opened his mouth to yell but nothing came out.
"Tsuzuki-san?" Tatsumi's voice came from behind him.
Tsuzuki spun around and gaped. There stood Tatsumi, Watari, and Terazuma. Watari looked confused, Tatsumi angry, and Terazuma's face was expressionless.
Watari suddenly smiled. "There you are!"
Terazuma grunted.
"What's going on Tsuzuki-san?"
Tsuzuki again opened his mouth to say something, but froze when Muraki stood and wrapped his arms around his waist. "We are on a date, Tatsumi-san." Muraki smiled.
"I see." Tatsumi had a some-what dark look thrown across his features. "We'll leave you alone then." He turned and left, Terazuma and Watari close behind.
"Wait!" Tsuzuki gasped. He started towards them but was held back by Muraki. "Get Off!" He growled. He tore Muraki's hands from his waist with abnormal strength and ran after his friends.
After about ten minutes of chasing nothing and looking for his friends in the crowds, he gave up and collapsed on his knees, his head bowed. 'He hates me now. Just the look in his eyes…'
"Tsuzuki-chan?"
Tsuzuki wiped his eyes quickly before turning with a bright smile on his face. "Hey Wakaba-chan! What's up?"
"May I talk to you about something?" She asked shyly.
Tsuzuki stood and dusted himself off. "Sure." The two walked over to a nearby bench. "What is it Wakaba-chan?"
"About your relationship with…" She looked around and whispered a name in his ear. Tsuzuki's eyes widened. Wakaba smiled.
"How…?" He began.
"I saw you two in the office." She explained. "I think you two are really cute together." She smiled warmly at him.
Tsuzuki blushed. Then he frowned and looked away. "I ruined it though." He mumbled. "Muraki, just now, kissed me…and I didn't stop him. And…and he saw."
"Oh?"
"I don't know what happened! It was like…I wasn't in control. By the time I realized what was happening and pushed Muraki away, Tatsumi, Watari, and Terazuma were there."
"Did he say anything about the kiss?"
"No." Tsuzuki shook his head. "But the look on his face said everything."
"If you'd like, I'll try talking to him. Get him to listen to what you have to say." Wakaba offered.
"How do I explain it though?" Tsuzuki wondered aloud. "How do I tell him that I let Muraki kiss me? That it was like I had no control over my own body?"
"Doesn't Muraki-sensei have powers like that? It's believable, I believe you." She smiled encouragingly.
"Arigato, Wakaba-chan." He smiled weakly.
"I'll try talking to him. For now, I have homework. I'll talk to him the next time I see him, promise." She stood to leave. "Cheer up, Tsuzuki-chan!" She waved happily as she trotted off.
Tsuzuki waved to her until she was out of sight.
"Baka! What are you doing out here?"
"Hisoka!" Tsuzuki jumped in surprise, turning to see the angry teen.
Hisoka's face softened and he looked away. "Tsuzuki, anou, we have to talk."
"What is it Hisoka? Is something wrong?"
"I just talked to Tatsumi a few minutes ago. He's been talking with the chief and Enma-sama, and they agreed…agreed…" Hisoka looked uncomfortable.
"What is it?" Tsuzuki stood from the bench.
"I…Tsuzuki you're…" He sighed. "Gomen nasai, you're fired."
"N-N-Nani?" Tsuzuki gaped.
"Please, don't make me say it again." Hisoka frowned and avoided the other's gaze.
"I…understand. Arigato…for telling me, Hisoka." Tsuzuki turned to leave.
"I-I'm going to miss you, Tsuzuki." Hisoka blushed.
Tsuzuki looked over his shoulder at the teen and smiled. "I'll miss you too, Hisoka."
Hisoka smiled as he watched Tsuzuki walk away. His smile soon turned into an evil smirk. "How easily fooled you are, brother dear." He then threw his head back and laughed at the sky. He turned, the smile not leaving his face, and left.
Little did he know he was being watched by a tall figure, clad in white.
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WAH! I LOVE MURAKI-SAMA! HE CAN BE MY DOCTOR ANY DAY! ~*AHEM*~ Anyway...hai. Does anyone know who Tsuzuki's 'Friend' is yet? There is a small hint in this chapter, and if you've been paying close enough attention, you should have it pretty well narrowed down.
Arigato minna-sama! Until Next Chapter!
Disclaimer same as always!
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It was Saturday at five fifty in the afternoon. Tsuzuki sat down on the wooden park bench and sighed.
'I can't believe I came! If anyone from work sees me…'
"Tsuzuki-san, you're early."
Tsuzuki swallowed the lump in his throat and turned. "I was kind of forced here." He mumbled. "why didn't you just ask me out like you usually do, Muraki?" He asked.
"To tell the truth this was all your brother's idea." Muraki smiled.
Tsuzuki sighed and shook his head. "Predictable."
"Shall we?" Muraki offered Tsuzuki a hand.
Tsuzuki pushed the hand away and stood. "Where are we going?"
Muraki smiled. "Follow me." He began to lead the way, Tsuzuki a few steps behind. "I take it you don't get along with your brother?"
"Whatever gave you that idea?" Tsuzuki asked sarcastically.
"Something wrong?"
"Yea there is! I don't want to be here." He mumbled. 'I was so comfortable before I had to leave, his arms wrapped around me tightly…I hope he doesn't come looking for me, I kind of left without an explanation.'
"Then why did you come?" Muraki smirked.
Tsuzuki grunted. "Never mind."
"All right then." Muraki nodded and let the subject go.
The couple ended up at a rather expensive outdoor restaurant. Like the gentleman he is, Muraki pulled out Tsuzuki's chair for him. Tsuzuki frowned but sat anyway; after he was seated Muraki claimed his own chair across from the violet-eyed shinigami.
"You're going to behave yourself, right?" Tsuzuki growled.
Muraki smirked. "Why, what do you mean?" He asked innocently.
Tsuzuki grunted.
When the waiter arrived they ordered their food and gave him their menus.
"Why haven't you ever mentioned your brother before Tsuzuki-san?" Muraki asked conversationally.
"Why do you think?" Tsuzuki snapped slightly. He sighed. "I was hoping I'd never have to deal with him again. The last time I saw him, he was going to America. I was so grateful when he promised me I'd never see him again, but as usual, he lied. As much as he praises himself, and says he was and still is the perfect brother, he really isn't and never was. When I was a kid, he was never around. He was supposed to be my big brother, the person who stood up for me, but he was never there. Now that I'm older, I can't get rid of him. He randomly visits me, he calls me at all hours, its like he's stalking me or something." Tsuzuki looked up at the other.
Muraki smiled.
"What is it?" Tsuzuki glared.
Muraki shook his head. "It's nothing just, you've never opened up to me like that."
"Everybody always has questions about Yuji. He puts off this cheery exterior to everyone, like he's everybody's best friend, but if you really knew him…" Tsuzuki shook his head. "He's cruel, sadistic, psychotic, temperamental, a completely different person than what he puts off to be."
"I must say; if anyone else was telling me this I wouldn't believe them. He seems so nice and friendly." Muraki told him.
Tsuzuki nodded. "Then his plan is working, like it always does, whatever it is." Tsuzuki sipped his water. "Besides, he likes you."
Muraki looked puzzled. "Excuse me?"
"Yuji favors you, he believes you have something in common, but you two have nothing in common, believe me. Besides, he has an obligation to your family line."
"Obligation?"
"Apparently, he felt obligated to pay your grandfather back for taking care of me. He made a deal with your grandfather to watch over your family line."
"But my parents were killed fairly young." Muraki explained.
"Yuji can speak with the dead, he obeys the command of your grandfather; your grandfather must favor you. Haven't you ever wondered how you've gotten out of so many deadly situations?" He asked.
Muraki nodded. "Sometimes."
The waiter set their food down and left once again.
"It's ironic how you keep trying to kill me and yet I'm protected by your very own brother." Muraki drawled.
Tsuzuki shook his head. "Who said I was trying to kill you? I have a problem with taking lives, remember?"
The man in white simply nodded. "So tell me what else I should expect of your brother."
"You know the barrier you have against Hisoka's empathy?" Tsuzuki asked.
"Is Yuji an empath?" Muraki asked.
"No, he's a telepath, and a very powerful one too." He sipped his water again. "I'm surprised he didn't tell you any of this."
Muraki shook his head.
"As I told you before, Yuji can talk to the dead, well he can also resurrect the dead. He controls the weather, and there's something else which I can never remember." He shook his head. "If I can't remember it must not be very important."
Muraki slowly moved his chair closer to Tsuzuki, which went completely unnoticed by the shinigami as he babbled on.
"Yuji is always bothering me. It's like he's trying to make up for not being around. He knows that I hate what he does but he refuses to stop. He says 'It's all fun and games' and 'I'm not hurting anyone, it's just fun.' But I don't think he realizes that he is hurting people, let alone taking lives and such. I can only imagine the headache he gave the shinigami in America, let alone how many of them he probably killed." Tsuzuki slowly registered the comforting hand, rubbing gentle circles on his back. H e chose to ignore it. "He's the kind of person who will turn you into a yo-yo. He absolutely loves to toy with people. And the worst thing is, he researches his kills. He plans them in advance, gets to know his victims on a close personal level, romantic even if he has too, and then when he's finally gained their trust…they're gone. I don't think I'll ever understand him, the way he can just take lives without regret."
Muraki kept rubbing the violet-eyed man's back calmingly. "You shouldn't let it bother you."
Tsuzuki sniffled, on the verge of tears. "I feel responsible for him though. But he's older; he's supposed to be the responsible one. He's the one who should be watching out for me! Not the other way around." He sniffled again.
Muraki cautiously pulled the shinigami into a comforting hug, surprisingly the other didn't resist.
"I hate my brother." Tsuzuki mumbled. "He's a psychopathic bastard."
Muraki made hushing noises as Tsuzuki continued to sniffle.
'He kind of reminds me of him. He's so caring, but strange at times. He has a bit of a temper, but he's kind of cute when he smiles. GOD! Did I just compliment Muraki?' He paused. 'What is this sudden feeling? I…'
Muraki gently leaned down and captured Tsuzuki's lips in a gentle kiss. He deepened it once he realized the shinigami wasn't pushing him away.
Sitting within the heavy branches of a nearby oak tree sat a figure, which watched the little couple with interest. 'A few minutes longer and I'll let you be of conscious mind again, brother dear. Besides, Kazutaka is enjoying himself! Why should I ruin his fun? You must fight for happiness, Asato-chan; you should know that by now. Happiness comes with a price, it always has and it always will. Besides, this time I will surely get you to join me. AH! There they are! It begins.' He flicked his wrist carelessly.
Tsuzuki's eyes opened wide. 'Muraki's kissing me! And I'm letting him? NO!' He instantly pushed the other away and stood. He opened his mouth to yell but nothing came out.
"Tsuzuki-san?" Tatsumi's voice came from behind him.
Tsuzuki spun around and gaped. There stood Tatsumi, Watari, and Terazuma. Watari looked confused, Tatsumi angry, and Terazuma's face was expressionless.
Watari suddenly smiled. "There you are!"
Terazuma grunted.
"What's going on Tsuzuki-san?"
Tsuzuki again opened his mouth to say something, but froze when Muraki stood and wrapped his arms around his waist. "We are on a date, Tatsumi-san." Muraki smiled.
"I see." Tatsumi had a some-what dark look thrown across his features. "We'll leave you alone then." He turned and left, Terazuma and Watari close behind.
"Wait!" Tsuzuki gasped. He started towards them but was held back by Muraki. "Get Off!" He growled. He tore Muraki's hands from his waist with abnormal strength and ran after his friends.
After about ten minutes of chasing nothing and looking for his friends in the crowds, he gave up and collapsed on his knees, his head bowed. 'He hates me now. Just the look in his eyes…'
"Tsuzuki-chan?"
Tsuzuki wiped his eyes quickly before turning with a bright smile on his face. "Hey Wakaba-chan! What's up?"
"May I talk to you about something?" She asked shyly.
Tsuzuki stood and dusted himself off. "Sure." The two walked over to a nearby bench. "What is it Wakaba-chan?"
"About your relationship with…" She looked around and whispered a name in his ear. Tsuzuki's eyes widened. Wakaba smiled.
"How…?" He began.
"I saw you two in the office." She explained. "I think you two are really cute together." She smiled warmly at him.
Tsuzuki blushed. Then he frowned and looked away. "I ruined it though." He mumbled. "Muraki, just now, kissed me…and I didn't stop him. And…and he saw."
"Oh?"
"I don't know what happened! It was like…I wasn't in control. By the time I realized what was happening and pushed Muraki away, Tatsumi, Watari, and Terazuma were there."
"Did he say anything about the kiss?"
"No." Tsuzuki shook his head. "But the look on his face said everything."
"If you'd like, I'll try talking to him. Get him to listen to what you have to say." Wakaba offered.
"How do I explain it though?" Tsuzuki wondered aloud. "How do I tell him that I let Muraki kiss me? That it was like I had no control over my own body?"
"Doesn't Muraki-sensei have powers like that? It's believable, I believe you." She smiled encouragingly.
"Arigato, Wakaba-chan." He smiled weakly.
"I'll try talking to him. For now, I have homework. I'll talk to him the next time I see him, promise." She stood to leave. "Cheer up, Tsuzuki-chan!" She waved happily as she trotted off.
Tsuzuki waved to her until she was out of sight.
"Baka! What are you doing out here?"
"Hisoka!" Tsuzuki jumped in surprise, turning to see the angry teen.
Hisoka's face softened and he looked away. "Tsuzuki, anou, we have to talk."
"What is it Hisoka? Is something wrong?"
"I just talked to Tatsumi a few minutes ago. He's been talking with the chief and Enma-sama, and they agreed…agreed…" Hisoka looked uncomfortable.
"What is it?" Tsuzuki stood from the bench.
"I…Tsuzuki you're…" He sighed. "Gomen nasai, you're fired."
"N-N-Nani?" Tsuzuki gaped.
"Please, don't make me say it again." Hisoka frowned and avoided the other's gaze.
"I…understand. Arigato…for telling me, Hisoka." Tsuzuki turned to leave.
"I-I'm going to miss you, Tsuzuki." Hisoka blushed.
Tsuzuki looked over his shoulder at the teen and smiled. "I'll miss you too, Hisoka."
Hisoka smiled as he watched Tsuzuki walk away. His smile soon turned into an evil smirk. "How easily fooled you are, brother dear." He then threw his head back and laughed at the sky. He turned, the smile not leaving his face, and left.
Little did he know he was being watched by a tall figure, clad in white.
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WAH! I LOVE MURAKI-SAMA! HE CAN BE MY DOCTOR ANY DAY! ~*AHEM*~ Anyway...hai. Does anyone know who Tsuzuki's 'Friend' is yet? There is a small hint in this chapter, and if you've been paying close enough attention, you should have it pretty well narrowed down.
Arigato minna-sama! Until Next Chapter!