Stupid Confession
Chapter 9:
"Kuso!"
Fists slammed onto the table.
"And I found him too! That bastard!"
"Tsuzuki-san calm down."
"Calm down!? You expect me to calm down after watching that man take Hisoka away again!?"
"Tsuzuki-san..."
"I can't believe he got away just like that again and I couldn't do anything about it either! here for a minute would you?"
The brunette got up and followed the blonde to the lab, "What do you want Watari?"
"Come look at this." The blonde gestured to his laptop.
Tsuzuki walked towards the blonde who was now sitting at his computer, staring at it intently. The brunette stood behind Watari, his amethyst eyes widened, he looked at the screen more intently, it was the very machine he had seen in Muraki's lab, where he lost Hisoka to that insane man again.
"This-this is!"
"This is the machine Muraki used to extract Hisoka's soul...I was afraid of this."
"What? What about it? There is a way to get Hisoka's soul back right?"
"Yes, but..."
Tsuzuki sighed in relief, "But what?"
Watari clicked something and a glass jar-like object appeared.
"That's what Muraki took with him!"
"This is what he uses to contain Hisoka's soul, first of all, you have to destroy that, then somehow get him back to the machine...and if that fails then..."
"Then?"
"Then the only way to free him will be to kill him."
Tsuzuki stared at the blonde hoping it was a sick joke, but the scientist's face showed nothing but seriousness.
"Uso...iya da! I have to kill Hisoka!?"
"Only of you fail to get him back to the machine."
"Tsuzuki?"
"Where?"
"Huh?"
"Where will I find them?"
"You know where the machine is right?"
Tsuzuki nodded.
"Muraki should be around where you last saw him, which should be around here," He pointed to a map, "in Kyoto."
"...that's your area."
"Yes, and the strange thing is, I haven't been able to find traces of him except for that building we were at before, where could he have it be that place?"
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"Doll..."
"Yes Muraki-sama?"
"Come here."
Hisoka moved closer to the doctor and sat on his lap, and leaned against the man's chest, "Muraki-sama?"
"Tell me doll...what did you dream about?"
"...I'm not sure Muraki-sama, there was a man, he is the only thing I can actually remember clearly...a man with brown hair and purple eyes, there were others but I...I can't remember them clearly..."
"If you were to see them in person you would recognize them right?"
Hisoka nodded, "That man...he said I don't want to lose Hisoka...I don't want Hisoka to go. I don't understand what he meant...I am Hisoka right Muraki-sama? Your Hisoka, I've always been your Hisoka haven't I? And nobody else's..."
Muraki smiled, "That's right doll, you're Hisoka, my Hisoka, you are and always will be."
"Your Hisoka...yes...Muraki-sama's Hisoka..."
"Doll, if you ever see those people you dreamt of, make sure you don't listen or trust anything they do or say, understood? Especially that man with the purple eyes, don't disobey me."
Hisoka looked at Muraki with his empty green voids and nodded, "Yes Muraki-sama, I understand."
"That's a good doll, that's why you're my favorite."
The doctor claimed Hisoka's lips, soon after, the doctor told the blonde to head back to his own room while he worked, Hisoka stood up and headed upstairs, he glanced at the forbidden room and headed back to his own room, he sat on the bed and looked at the mirror placed in front of him. He looked into his own lifeless reflection, empty emerald eyes met empty emerald eyes, unable to do anything of his own will, he sat there and waited. No matter what the doctor had told him about not being able to trust the amethyst-eyed man, he stayed glued to Hisoka's mind, what was left of the blonde's conscious mind was going crazy trying to figure out the man's name, Tsu-zu...it always stopped there, unable to think of the last part of it. Hisoka didn't tell Muraki about the part when he was raped by the mysterious figure, nor the part of his parents, somehow those parts of the dream were blocked, then his mind raised up a question that he couldn't answer. If he had always been Muraki's Hisoka why couldn't he remember his past with Muraki? And why was the amethyst-eyed man able to make him feel different emotions at the same time just by smiling at him? Hisoka shook his head trying to free himself of the thought.
"I am Muraki-sama's Hisoka, I am and always will be." He told his reflection.
"Tsu-zu-ki...save me..." He saw that his eyes lighted up a bit, his mind was starting to regain consciousness.
The blonde shook his head wildly in a desperate attempt to stop thinking about the man Muraki had told him not to trust.
"I can't trust him...he is an enemy...I won't disobey Muraki-sama..." Despite not being able to do anything himself, he was confused and scared by himself talking like that.
"...who is Tsuzuki? Why isn't he here?" He asked the mirror without thinking, then he stood up and walked to the forbidden room, all the answers laid there, they had to, with his own will fighting against Muraki's, he laid his hand on the doorknob not noticing the figure behind him.
"Bouya!"
Hisoka whirled around, "Muraki-sama!"
"Ahh...doll...it seems like you're starting to disobey me, I can't let that happen now can I? Are you broken? Let's get you fixed up again shall we?"
"What do you mean Muraki-sama?"
"It seems that you're doing things that you shouldn't be doing, and bad dolls need to be fixed and punished."
Hisoka felt a cold chill go down his spine, "W-what are you going to do, Muraki-sama?"
"Nothing a little trip back to the machine won't fix, then you'll be the perfect doll again."
Fear welled up inside Hisoka, that machine, it meant pain, a lot of pain and his mind would shatter again, "T-the machine? Please...no...Muraki ...don't..."
"Are you disobeying me?"
Hisoka paused, looked down and shook his head, he whispered, "No..."
"Good, we'll be off right away then, come doll."
"Hai Muraki-sama..." The blonde stood up and followed Muraki out the door and into the hallway.
"That's a good doll, don't worry, this time it'll be a lot quicker and the pain will lessen, I promise."
Back at the machine, Hisoka hesitated but nevertheless stepped into the machine for the third time, he felt the machine pinning him down, the memories of his dreams along with Tsuzuki's name was taken away from him again, he simply stared ahead, the little light that his eyes had regained faded away, his mind went blank unable to think of anything unless ordered to do so. In the machine stood the empty shell of Hisoka, drained of his soul and everything.
Muraki chuckled, "Yes, now you're the perfect doll, my doll, you won't escape me again, not even Tsuzuki-san can take you away from me now."
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Uso means liar! or You lie!
Iya da means no or no way! And stuff like that.
Masaka means it can't be.
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Nya Sorry for the really slow update, yes I'm torturing Hisoka more by making him forget everything again including Tsuzuki's name. please R&R nyaI have a box of tissues for anyone who needs them nya
Black Angel of Destruction-Thankies, sorry for the slow update nya
DarkSapphireDragon-lol, we shall always remember Toast as the brave little toaster that Watari created.
Ying Fa19-Sorry, Hisoka forgot everything again, Muraki's overprotective of his doll, and who knows if Tsuzuki has a chance. Gomen, we'll just have to see how this will go won't we?
Silence-Here's what happens next and if anyone asks me what happens after this, I'll just say, don't ask me, I'm clueless nya Hope you like this chapter.
hisoka's tenshi-Thankies, lol, my ego's going to get inflated, big time. Thankies for the review, ureshii!
Hezziel Leiya-Aww....I'm not that good, I still feel like a novice, I'll try not to let Hisoka suffer too, too much after this but I can't really say anything for sure. Gomen nya
YaoiYaoiYeah-Don't cry -pats back- Hisoka is...somewhat okay, depending on which way you look at it.
Maiku-Thankies for the encouragment nyaSorry but this story looks like it's going to go on longer than I expected nya But then again, it might end soon so yea...I can't really say for certain nya