Author's notes: Okay! Here is part one to the teaser story! Hope you like it…my first lemony fic….
Insomnia: Part One
Once Hisoka crossed the border between Meifu into the world of the living he had no clue where to go. He looked around nervously. Tall skyscrapers loomed over his head, reflecting the pale glow of the moon. Tokyo, this was Tokyo. This knowledge did not soothe Hisoka. Where were all the lights? The streets were dark, unwelcoming. The blonde-haired boy forced himself to calm down and clear his mind. With his curse scars throbbing, it was easier said than done. Hisoka closed his eyes, a second later they snapped back open. He had not noticed before but now that he was out of Meifu the scars pulled. It was a different sort of pulling than he had sensed earlier. The fine hairs on the back of his neck stood upright and he shivered, although the night was not cold. He expanded his senses and by gut instinct and the tugging of his scars, wound his way through the dark city.
Hisoka looked up at the tall hospital building. He was only following the pull of his curse scars now. His gut had run away screaming a long time ago. He knew now that Muraki had something to do with this, HAD to have something to do with this. Hisoka tried to pull himself under control but nothing would stop him from wavering. Something Muraki had said on the Queen Camellia teased his mind. He snatched at it, trying to remember clearly. However, his soul infuriatingly refused to let his mind pounce on the thought. The green eyed boy trembled more violently. If part of him didn't WANT to remember that was a bad sign.
He took a deep breath and vanished, materializing inside the hospital. The familiar smell of disinfectant and medicine occupied his nostrils. He hated that scent. The memories of loneliness and pain returned to him at that nostalgic aroma. He let his scars pull him up the stairs. He exited the stairwell on the seventh floor. Above him a solitary light flickered on and off. Each time it illuminated a sign, Surgery Wing. The corridor was windowless and dark, Hisoka could hear his footsteps echo on the cold linoleum. He came to the door of an office and his scars stopped tugging. Hisoka resisted the urge to bolt. As much as he hated the constant tingling and aching, the scars had been the motivation that had kept him from following his common sense back to Meifu. It was now up to him to take the final step and open the door.
His fingers trembled on the handle. He gave one violent push and the door swung smoothly open. The office was simple, though pristine. Filing cabinets graced all of one wall. There was a computer set up on a simple desk with a reading lamp. It was normal, it was almost unused. But there was the silver devil, sitting at the desk. The only light came from the desktop lamp, illuminating a pile of papers that the doctor was attempting to fill out. All at once the reference that had been on the edge of his mind came to the forefront.
"The curse carved onto your body, permeating to your bones and tissue, even if you were reduced to a cell, it would still return. My little puppet that dances by my whim... In a sense, you are a reproduction of me.*"
With the words still ringing in his ears Hisoka turned to flee. To hell with not sleeping! But it was too late; the doctor had already noticed him.
"Well boy, I must admit this is unexpected." Muraki looked up from his papers and casually slid his glasses up his nose. He regarded Hisoka almost languidly, a slight smirk playing about the corners of his mouth. Hisoka felt rage build up inside him. Always condescending, always superior, he never let Hisoka forget that he was just a doll.
"What do you mean unexpected? This is your doing isn't it?" Hisoka hissed. Muraki raised one slender silver eyebrow.
"Just WHAT is my doing boy? I can hardly be blamed for all the problems that arise in Meifu."
"Don't toy with me. I'm not a child." All of a sudden Muraki was between Hisoka and the door. The boy felt a wave of panic as his escape route was blocked. 'How does he move so fast?' he thought frantically before cool logic kicked in. He forced himself to think rationally. He could always just teleport out of the office and back to Meifu if he needed to.
"But you are a child." Muraki purred. "Such a pretty child." Hisoka's legs started to give way as fear surged over his anger. Muraki left his casual yet predatory stance at the door to catch the boy as his legs buckled. "I should tell you boy, I usually don't admit patients at this hour. I might feel inclined to permit this however. We do seem to have a tendency to meet in the hours of darkness." Muraki's tone was low and sensual. Hisoka felt his skin prickle; he regained his balance as fast as he could, and shoved at Muraki's supporting arms. The doctor, looking amused, permitted himself to be pushed away. He then resumed his indolent pose by the door. Hisoka drew himself upright and, before the last of his courage failed him, asked the question which had led him to this godforsaken place.
"Why don't you ever sleep?"
Muraki smiled at this and closed some of the distance between them. "Oh I do sleep occasionally. But why should I sleep when there are other things I could be doing?" Once again, before Hisoka's eyes could register, Muraki had moved. He was right beside him, bending to whisper in his ear. "Things much more…pleasurable."
A horrific tingle shot down Hisoka's spine at those words whispered like lover's endearments into his ear. Then his body jolted with pain and the ground came up to meet him. His head cracked on the hard tile making him see stars for a moment. The larger man's body was on top of him. Muraki's mouth clamped over Hisoka's. Before he could react to the invasion the boy arched in pain. Muraki was drawing his strength. Hisoka whimpered as all of his vitality was drained from him. After a moment Muraki stood and picked up the limp boy in his arms. He briskly strode out of his office to an examination room across the hall. Almost gently he laid Hisoka down on the examination table and sat down in a chair nearby.
Hisoka gasped, sweat beading on his forehead. "What did you do?" He managed to croak out.
Totally unperturbed, the doctor regarded him calmly. "I was merely absorbing energy. After my little run-in with your partner and his fire snake I've been recuperating. You Shinigami owe me one. After all you ARE completely composed of spiritual energy. I'm merely borrowing some for the healing process. You will feel better in a while."
Hisoka was now feeling the stirrings of real panic. With what Muraki had just done he could not find the strength to teleport. His last escape option was gone. And now he was trapped alone with the man who had killed him. Muraki sensed the boy's growing dread and smiled to himself. He resettled himself in his chair.
"You came here to ask why I do not sleep. Now why would you have come to that conclusion? Are you not sleeping? You must have remembered what I told you aboard that cruise ship. That you are a replication of me. Being such you fear that you are slowly coming to resemble myself correct?"
Miserably, Hisoka nodded. Muraki allowed the smirk to show on his face. He stood and leaned over the prone boy. "And is that so terrible?" The doctor felt Hisoka stiffen.
"I'm not a murderer! I don't want to be…" Despite his best effort to control them, tears started to well up.
"Aaah…and is that what your heart tells you boy? That you could kill, and kill easily?" Hisoka shut his eyes tightly so that he wouldn't have to see Muraki leer at him in triumph. Instead he felt fingers lightly touch his face, brushing the tears away. Muraki leaned in closer, again whispering into Hisoka's ear. "But the killing does not banish imaginings. Dreams when you are awake are so much more potent then dreams when sleeping. Shall I show you what mine are?" Muraki's lips brushed against Hisoka's pale skin. The doctor began undoing the buttons of the boy's shirt. "Your Tsuzuki did not sleep either you know. Not for eight years. Many times I have wondered what waking dreams he has had. Perhaps one day we shall find out." Hisoka was trembling again. He tried to push Muraki away but the man caught his wrists and pinned them over his head.
"s...stop…" Hisoka pleaded. "please…" Muraki ignored him and finished opening his shirt. The rest of his clothes soon followed. The doctor ran a sharp nail along creamy white skin.
"I told you that night on the ship that one day I would pay you back. And since you have walked so voluntarily into my arms I think that day has come." Muraki's body was now completely covering Hisoka. The boy almost gagged on the older man's dark lust. Muraki ground his hips into Hisoka's and the boy yelped as pain shot through him. A low chuckle sounded in Muraki's throat. "I suppose I should know better than to play rough with my doll. It won't do to have it break." Muraki's hips were gentler now, rolling against Hisoka's, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Soon Muraki had also shed his clothes and the two rocked against each other. Hisoka let out a low moan and Muraki laughed quietly. "Desperate for it are you boy?" He traced a hot tongue along the ridges of the youth's ear.
"No." Hisoka gasped. "Please!" The doctor again ignored him. Muraki spread the boy's legs with his knees and positioned himself at his entrance. Finally loosing his patience he thrust forward. Hisoka's head snapped back, his spine arching off the table in agony, his mouth open in a soundless scream. As Muraki moved above him he could sense that he was just a doll in this, a substitute. Tsuzuki was what Muraki really wanted. Hisoka could withstand this if it meant keeping his partner safe.
A hiss reached Hisoka's ears. "You think you can ignore me? Constantly a barrier to what I want. You will regret interfering with me." Muraki thrust harder and Hisoka gasped. The doctor worked his body, bringing him to the edge of completion then stilling within him, waiting for the boy to beg. Dawn found Hisoka writhing and beneath the man. As the doctor continued his assault the boy directed one last thought towards Meifu.
Tsuzuki, please don't try to find me!
Author's notes: *****
I think that's the darkest thing I've ever written…please review and tell me if it really sucked!
*This quote was provided by Theria's manga translations. The quote comes from book 3 part 2. Translations can be found at www.theria.net/yaminomatsuei
