NOROWARETA TSUKI
Chapter 2
The door handle didn't bear that rather big weight any longer. With a nearly-silent 'crack', it pressed itself and both men almost fell into the shop.
They saw two girls, around the age of eighteen. Beside the blonde with blue eyes who they knew, there was also the other one, with raven- black hair and the same piercing sapphire eyes. Behind her stood the too well-known for Tsuzuki and his partner man- Muraki Kazutaka. He smiled insolently, but it seemed that this reunion was unexpected for him. Obviously, for them, it wasn't a very happy surprise.
"Good morning. Our destinies are really bound somehow."
"It's just you who makes them bound," thought Hisoka angrily, but aloud he said only, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm visiting my charming friends' shop." He pointed at the girls. Rika looked happy but the blonde quite the opposite.
"What a coincidence," snickered Tsuzuki, and absent-mindedly placed his hand on Hisoka's shoulder.
"Isn't it? And you, Tsuzuki-san, are even more beautiful than ever."
"Piss off."
The blonde gave Muraki insolent smile and winked at Tsuzuki.
"You're on his side?"
"Of course."
"Arai doesn't like me very much," sighed Muraki and faked a sad smile. Then his normal naughty smirk returned to its position. "But I still like her."
Hisoka rolled his eyes and gave him a disgusted look. Muraki's expression went even more perverted than his usual one as he said, almost caringly:
"Jealous? You shouldn't be, for you know that you are the dearest one to me, Hisoka."
The mentioned one found himself dumb for a while. He managed to gather up his thoughts and retrieve his common sense but he failed.
Did Muraki called him by name?
Did he named him the dearest?
Did he said it with the hint of something naughty going on his mind?
Unfortunately, the only true answer was: yes. And Hisoka really didn't like it. As he saw his partner's face, he wasn't pleased too. Shock was mixed with 'Come-closer-and-I'll-kick-your-ass' expression spread all over his face. Another inconvenient conclusion: trouble.
"But--but-- you said about that resolution...?" Rika poked Muraki, leading everybody's attention on herself.
"She hates to be ignored," muttered Arai and the other girl stabbed her with a very cold glare.
"Did I ask you?"
"About the resolution... I think the best way is to try it. This center," exclaimed the silver-eyed man simply.
"WHAT?! How... how can you even SUGGEST something like that?! You too?! Do you want those crazy charlatans to get rid of me?! I'm not mad! I just need hel-- no I don't need help, oh, but yes I do, NO, I don't need anyone's help, I-I doo-n't" she sobbed hysterically. Arai watched her worriedly and nodded to Muraki's almost invisible gesture. He left the shop.
"Calm down, hush, it'll be all right, you'll see, all is going to be fine-"
"WOULD YOU SHUT UP?!" she spluttered with anger. Pure fury was shimmering in her blue eyes as she started to yell uncontrollably. At that, Arai lost her nerves too, and started to scold her in harsh and loud voice. Hisoka's head was full of their perturbed emotions and soon another attraction arrived.
--I see it only in parts, should I gather all?
Will it destroy me, what I'm going to get to know?
Sometimes it heals me so
Sometimes I want to only scream 'no'
Come with me
And you'll see--
The empath almost hummed. So, it began to perform rhyming short pieces of poetry? He let out a short uneasy laugh. This voice was so seductive, lurking and also so filed with hatred. It hated him strongly, whatever it was.
"Rika, soon the doctors will come to take care of you," exclaimed Arai nervously.
"I'm not going anywhere! Anywhere at any time!"
"Please, don't make trouble or else they will force you to, and I don't want this," the blonde replied shortly and she cut the whole conversation. Rika merely stared at her, with wide eyes and disbelief. She started to tremble hysterically and whispered:
"You would really do anything."
"If you would excuse us. I guess there is personal affair which should get all of your attention," stammered Hisoka and as quick as possible he pulled his puzzled partner out.
"Hisoka, I really don't understand what you're trying to do." He gave up. 'I thought we were to unravel..."
"Not when somebody I want information from is concerned about putting her sister in an asylum," replied Hisoka calmly, but something suddenly sent off warning bells in his head. Just how...?
"How did you know they're sisters?" asked Asato curiously.
"I sensed it, baka," cut Hisoka and turned back trying not to face his partner. Tsuzuki followed him, without any suspicion.
...in opposite to Hisoka.
'How did I recognize Rika as her sister? I just knew it. Like if someone had told me about it before.'
In that moment, he felt images furiously pushing themselves into his mind. His heart beat rapidly... that feeling was similar to drowning in emotions, in images, in dreams and in the sakura blossoms falling down with the wind.
Fair hair flying around the face hidden in the shadows... someone else's hair, dark, composed with the darkness around and entwined in with the fair locks. Hands holding hands, hands wandering, bodies aching from pleasure, eyes... piercing blue eyes.
Rika's eyes. Or, as well, Arai's eyes.
He fell on his knees, shaking violently. He wanted these emotions to get out of his head, this dark lust that so painfully reminded him of his tormentor. It was so dirtying, those foreign thoughts so filthy.
He restrained from screaming. They were in the rather abandoned back- street but he didn't want to make trouble, as his blurry common sense told him.
He almost couldn't distinguish his own feelings, he felt that this stain belongs to him, he was sullied, oh, he was that filth...
He barely saw Tsuzuki worriedly calling his name and asking...
What was he saying? Where was he?
Hisoka drowned in that filth.
TBC.
Thanks to my reviewers!
Chapter 2
The door handle didn't bear that rather big weight any longer. With a nearly-silent 'crack', it pressed itself and both men almost fell into the shop.
They saw two girls, around the age of eighteen. Beside the blonde with blue eyes who they knew, there was also the other one, with raven- black hair and the same piercing sapphire eyes. Behind her stood the too well-known for Tsuzuki and his partner man- Muraki Kazutaka. He smiled insolently, but it seemed that this reunion was unexpected for him. Obviously, for them, it wasn't a very happy surprise.
"Good morning. Our destinies are really bound somehow."
"It's just you who makes them bound," thought Hisoka angrily, but aloud he said only, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm visiting my charming friends' shop." He pointed at the girls. Rika looked happy but the blonde quite the opposite.
"What a coincidence," snickered Tsuzuki, and absent-mindedly placed his hand on Hisoka's shoulder.
"Isn't it? And you, Tsuzuki-san, are even more beautiful than ever."
"Piss off."
The blonde gave Muraki insolent smile and winked at Tsuzuki.
"You're on his side?"
"Of course."
"Arai doesn't like me very much," sighed Muraki and faked a sad smile. Then his normal naughty smirk returned to its position. "But I still like her."
Hisoka rolled his eyes and gave him a disgusted look. Muraki's expression went even more perverted than his usual one as he said, almost caringly:
"Jealous? You shouldn't be, for you know that you are the dearest one to me, Hisoka."
The mentioned one found himself dumb for a while. He managed to gather up his thoughts and retrieve his common sense but he failed.
Did Muraki called him by name?
Did he named him the dearest?
Did he said it with the hint of something naughty going on his mind?
Unfortunately, the only true answer was: yes. And Hisoka really didn't like it. As he saw his partner's face, he wasn't pleased too. Shock was mixed with 'Come-closer-and-I'll-kick-your-ass' expression spread all over his face. Another inconvenient conclusion: trouble.
"But--but-- you said about that resolution...?" Rika poked Muraki, leading everybody's attention on herself.
"She hates to be ignored," muttered Arai and the other girl stabbed her with a very cold glare.
"Did I ask you?"
"About the resolution... I think the best way is to try it. This center," exclaimed the silver-eyed man simply.
"WHAT?! How... how can you even SUGGEST something like that?! You too?! Do you want those crazy charlatans to get rid of me?! I'm not mad! I just need hel-- no I don't need help, oh, but yes I do, NO, I don't need anyone's help, I-I doo-n't" she sobbed hysterically. Arai watched her worriedly and nodded to Muraki's almost invisible gesture. He left the shop.
"Calm down, hush, it'll be all right, you'll see, all is going to be fine-"
"WOULD YOU SHUT UP?!" she spluttered with anger. Pure fury was shimmering in her blue eyes as she started to yell uncontrollably. At that, Arai lost her nerves too, and started to scold her in harsh and loud voice. Hisoka's head was full of their perturbed emotions and soon another attraction arrived.
--I see it only in parts, should I gather all?
Will it destroy me, what I'm going to get to know?
Sometimes it heals me so
Sometimes I want to only scream 'no'
Come with me
And you'll see--
The empath almost hummed. So, it began to perform rhyming short pieces of poetry? He let out a short uneasy laugh. This voice was so seductive, lurking and also so filed with hatred. It hated him strongly, whatever it was.
"Rika, soon the doctors will come to take care of you," exclaimed Arai nervously.
"I'm not going anywhere! Anywhere at any time!"
"Please, don't make trouble or else they will force you to, and I don't want this," the blonde replied shortly and she cut the whole conversation. Rika merely stared at her, with wide eyes and disbelief. She started to tremble hysterically and whispered:
"You would really do anything."
"If you would excuse us. I guess there is personal affair which should get all of your attention," stammered Hisoka and as quick as possible he pulled his puzzled partner out.
"Hisoka, I really don't understand what you're trying to do." He gave up. 'I thought we were to unravel..."
"Not when somebody I want information from is concerned about putting her sister in an asylum," replied Hisoka calmly, but something suddenly sent off warning bells in his head. Just how...?
"How did you know they're sisters?" asked Asato curiously.
"I sensed it, baka," cut Hisoka and turned back trying not to face his partner. Tsuzuki followed him, without any suspicion.
...in opposite to Hisoka.
'How did I recognize Rika as her sister? I just knew it. Like if someone had told me about it before.'
In that moment, he felt images furiously pushing themselves into his mind. His heart beat rapidly... that feeling was similar to drowning in emotions, in images, in dreams and in the sakura blossoms falling down with the wind.
Fair hair flying around the face hidden in the shadows... someone else's hair, dark, composed with the darkness around and entwined in with the fair locks. Hands holding hands, hands wandering, bodies aching from pleasure, eyes... piercing blue eyes.
Rika's eyes. Or, as well, Arai's eyes.
He fell on his knees, shaking violently. He wanted these emotions to get out of his head, this dark lust that so painfully reminded him of his tormentor. It was so dirtying, those foreign thoughts so filthy.
He restrained from screaming. They were in the rather abandoned back- street but he didn't want to make trouble, as his blurry common sense told him.
He almost couldn't distinguish his own feelings, he felt that this stain belongs to him, he was sullied, oh, he was that filth...
He barely saw Tsuzuki worriedly calling his name and asking...
What was he saying? Where was he?
Hisoka drowned in that filth.
TBC.
Thanks to my reviewers!