Disclaimer: Yami no Matsuei belongs to Matsushita-sensei and unfortunately
she owns Muraki too TT
NOROWARETA TSUKI
Chapter 3
Hisoka slowly opened his eyes. He was lying in Tsuzuki's apartment and normally he would grumble to himself, that he had made trouble again and had shown nothing but his weakness. But now he just met his partner's gaze and swallowed his tears. Who would care about being strong?
"Hisoka, I was so worried. What happened to you? You have just... Hisoka? What's wrong?" he asked desperately, seeing the boy huddling up and sobbing quietly. "Hisoka..." whispered Tsuzuki, stroking his back and trying to face him.
"Don't look at me."
"What?" his eyes widened a bit as he sensed that hint of pain, of grief no one could soothe.
"Anybody. Don't touch me. I don't want to. Those hands... get them off me. Please make them stop touching me!" his voice became more hysterical.
Tsuzuki helplessly watched his struggling, feeling horrible as there was nothing he could do. He guessed it had something to do with Muraki and he'd willingly butcher him at the very moment... make him yell for mercy which he wouldn't get.. because he didn't give Hisoka any of it.
Knock, knock, knock.
Letting anyone in would be a rather unfortunate idea, he assumed.
"Wait a sec, I'm coming in a minute!" he shouted.
Somebody started to kick the door. It was when Hisoka stopped crying and managed to get up.
"Sorry Tsuzuki... I made you worry. S-s-sorry, really..." he gasped and hugged the man tightly.
"What happened?' he asked mildly.
"Let's say that someone sent me a pile of nasty visual messages and didn't ask if I want to see them," replied Hisoka, regaining his cool, as if suddenly an invisible hand blew all of his nightmares away. Odd.
Kick, kick!
"Let me in!" pleaded the hysterical voice which they recognized as Rika's. Tsuzuki immediately ran to the door and opened it. The black-haired typhoon fell in his arms, mumbling, weeping her eyes out and punching the man. "I knew they would try to get rid of me! To make everyone believe I'm mad! So nobody would believe me! But only I'm conscious about what's really happening! I'm-!"
"Calm down and tell us all you know. It's important," said Hisoka mildly. Asato was relieved that his partner was feeling better but according to his previous state, that sudden change in Hisoka's attitude worried him.
"I'm not quite sure how to say it. More I feel it then clearly understand it. It's something good but some other me tells that it's horrible wrong."
/ Sometimes it heals me so Sometimes I want to only scream 'no'/
"Rika, were you the one who sent me that 'poetry'? And did you scream for help?" aske Hisoka carefully
"About this poetry, yes. But I didn't call help."
The silence fell between the two as they considered all the facts and thought about what else could they ask each other.
- - -
This is really funny. I didn't know how much fun would bring me their struggling, this uneasy seeking for the truth and anxiety about the results of this searching. All those people have their big part in my scenario and everything is going very well. Maybe a little too fast, but it isn't such a problem to bother with it. Jealous for the first. Total devotion for the second. Guilt for the third. - - -
Rika opened her mouth to ask something when someone else entered the room. She turned back only to see a silver gun aimed at her. She squeaked. "What the-?!"
"Oh God," stammered Kurosaki and got up immediately.
The ruffled blond hair fell on the eyes as blue as the clear summer sky. Arai was wearing a tight pink dress, short-sleeved and high-heeled shoes. It wasn't quite her style, but standing with a gun leveled to her sister wasn't a usual thing, too, from Hisoka's point of view.
"Only try to scream and I'll blow your head away. If you are a good girl you'll survive. You're not what I want, so be obedient and don't try anything stupid."
"Arai. You really are Arai, but how-?" stammered her sister.
"Excuse me?" threw in Tsuzuki, "Would you tell us-"
"No I wouldn't. I'm here only to do that." She cut and in nanoseconds she shot.
Tsuzuki by impulse closed his eyes, conceived that he would be the aim. Then he heard Rika's muffled scream.
The scene he saw wasn't really reassuring. Hisoka held Rika in his arms. She bleed and it seemed that she shielded him from the gunshot.
She coughed out some blood and Hisoka gasped, his eyes wide. Arai obviously wasn't satisfied with that result so she approached them, trying to level her gun at Hisoka.
Just when Tsuzuki was about to render her, Rika surprisingly let go of Hisoka and jumped on her sister.
As they both fell on the floor, Rika pulled out a knife.
"Where did you hide it?!"
"In my suspender; don't you watch films?" replied Rika maliciously and stabbed her through her right hand. Arai didn't make in time to pull the trigger and screamed. The gun fell out of her hand but Rika didn't bother with taking it. She stabbed again, this time in her sister's stomach.
Arai yelled and struggled frantically. Tsuzuki assumed it was too much as he saw it. Self-defense's self-defense, but there are some borders.
He tried to separate them but Rika easily pushed him away. Just when has she become so strong?! Asato got up and grasped her, trying to at least drag her as far as possible from Arai. Holding the tightly struggling girl he wondered where Hisoka was.
The boy was simply sitting on the bed, gazing at his foot.
"Hey, Hisoka, help me with them! Catch Arai!" yelled his partner.
Kurosaki didn't answer. He just smiled.
Asato almost let go of Rika from surprise. He ignored Arai coughing out blood and managing to crawl to the gun.
Hisoka smiling?! Er, he couldn't recall that. But now Hisoka was smiling brightly and stood up.
Rika felt that the grasp loosened and she pushed away Tsuzuki. She jumped at her sister again and now she didn't waste any time- she stabbed her through her heart few times. Even when Arai wasn't moving anymore she kept on stabbing her everywhere possible and laughing.
Tsuzuki's eyes went wide but he was the only one who seemed to be terrified. Hisoka simply approached Rika and gently stopped her by patting her head.
"Enough, Rika-chan."
"She wanted to hurt you! I couldn't let her do it." She shot back angrily.
"Why?"
"I'm not jealous like her, I'm obedient."
"Obedient enough to do anything I want you to?"
Tsuzuki watched them in horror. Just what was happening right in front of his eyes?
"Of course. This is my way of loving him."
Kurosaki smirked and leaned forward to whisper something in her ear, loud enough for Tsuzuki to hear.
"So die, Rika-chan."
TBC.
I hope it was quite twisted . I wanted to make it even more strange but I lost logic somewhere and I had to rewrite the whole chapter for it to fit in my idea. And speaking of my idea, I'm so mad at myself for it! Thanks to my reviewers...
NOROWARETA TSUKI
Chapter 3
Hisoka slowly opened his eyes. He was lying in Tsuzuki's apartment and normally he would grumble to himself, that he had made trouble again and had shown nothing but his weakness. But now he just met his partner's gaze and swallowed his tears. Who would care about being strong?
"Hisoka, I was so worried. What happened to you? You have just... Hisoka? What's wrong?" he asked desperately, seeing the boy huddling up and sobbing quietly. "Hisoka..." whispered Tsuzuki, stroking his back and trying to face him.
"Don't look at me."
"What?" his eyes widened a bit as he sensed that hint of pain, of grief no one could soothe.
"Anybody. Don't touch me. I don't want to. Those hands... get them off me. Please make them stop touching me!" his voice became more hysterical.
Tsuzuki helplessly watched his struggling, feeling horrible as there was nothing he could do. He guessed it had something to do with Muraki and he'd willingly butcher him at the very moment... make him yell for mercy which he wouldn't get.. because he didn't give Hisoka any of it.
Knock, knock, knock.
Letting anyone in would be a rather unfortunate idea, he assumed.
"Wait a sec, I'm coming in a minute!" he shouted.
Somebody started to kick the door. It was when Hisoka stopped crying and managed to get up.
"Sorry Tsuzuki... I made you worry. S-s-sorry, really..." he gasped and hugged the man tightly.
"What happened?' he asked mildly.
"Let's say that someone sent me a pile of nasty visual messages and didn't ask if I want to see them," replied Hisoka, regaining his cool, as if suddenly an invisible hand blew all of his nightmares away. Odd.
Kick, kick!
"Let me in!" pleaded the hysterical voice which they recognized as Rika's. Tsuzuki immediately ran to the door and opened it. The black-haired typhoon fell in his arms, mumbling, weeping her eyes out and punching the man. "I knew they would try to get rid of me! To make everyone believe I'm mad! So nobody would believe me! But only I'm conscious about what's really happening! I'm-!"
"Calm down and tell us all you know. It's important," said Hisoka mildly. Asato was relieved that his partner was feeling better but according to his previous state, that sudden change in Hisoka's attitude worried him.
"I'm not quite sure how to say it. More I feel it then clearly understand it. It's something good but some other me tells that it's horrible wrong."
/ Sometimes it heals me so Sometimes I want to only scream 'no'/
"Rika, were you the one who sent me that 'poetry'? And did you scream for help?" aske Hisoka carefully
"About this poetry, yes. But I didn't call help."
The silence fell between the two as they considered all the facts and thought about what else could they ask each other.
- - -
This is really funny. I didn't know how much fun would bring me their struggling, this uneasy seeking for the truth and anxiety about the results of this searching. All those people have their big part in my scenario and everything is going very well. Maybe a little too fast, but it isn't such a problem to bother with it. Jealous for the first. Total devotion for the second. Guilt for the third. - - -
Rika opened her mouth to ask something when someone else entered the room. She turned back only to see a silver gun aimed at her. She squeaked. "What the-?!"
"Oh God," stammered Kurosaki and got up immediately.
The ruffled blond hair fell on the eyes as blue as the clear summer sky. Arai was wearing a tight pink dress, short-sleeved and high-heeled shoes. It wasn't quite her style, but standing with a gun leveled to her sister wasn't a usual thing, too, from Hisoka's point of view.
"Only try to scream and I'll blow your head away. If you are a good girl you'll survive. You're not what I want, so be obedient and don't try anything stupid."
"Arai. You really are Arai, but how-?" stammered her sister.
"Excuse me?" threw in Tsuzuki, "Would you tell us-"
"No I wouldn't. I'm here only to do that." She cut and in nanoseconds she shot.
Tsuzuki by impulse closed his eyes, conceived that he would be the aim. Then he heard Rika's muffled scream.
The scene he saw wasn't really reassuring. Hisoka held Rika in his arms. She bleed and it seemed that she shielded him from the gunshot.
She coughed out some blood and Hisoka gasped, his eyes wide. Arai obviously wasn't satisfied with that result so she approached them, trying to level her gun at Hisoka.
Just when Tsuzuki was about to render her, Rika surprisingly let go of Hisoka and jumped on her sister.
As they both fell on the floor, Rika pulled out a knife.
"Where did you hide it?!"
"In my suspender; don't you watch films?" replied Rika maliciously and stabbed her through her right hand. Arai didn't make in time to pull the trigger and screamed. The gun fell out of her hand but Rika didn't bother with taking it. She stabbed again, this time in her sister's stomach.
Arai yelled and struggled frantically. Tsuzuki assumed it was too much as he saw it. Self-defense's self-defense, but there are some borders.
He tried to separate them but Rika easily pushed him away. Just when has she become so strong?! Asato got up and grasped her, trying to at least drag her as far as possible from Arai. Holding the tightly struggling girl he wondered where Hisoka was.
The boy was simply sitting on the bed, gazing at his foot.
"Hey, Hisoka, help me with them! Catch Arai!" yelled his partner.
Kurosaki didn't answer. He just smiled.
Asato almost let go of Rika from surprise. He ignored Arai coughing out blood and managing to crawl to the gun.
Hisoka smiling?! Er, he couldn't recall that. But now Hisoka was smiling brightly and stood up.
Rika felt that the grasp loosened and she pushed away Tsuzuki. She jumped at her sister again and now she didn't waste any time- she stabbed her through her heart few times. Even when Arai wasn't moving anymore she kept on stabbing her everywhere possible and laughing.
Tsuzuki's eyes went wide but he was the only one who seemed to be terrified. Hisoka simply approached Rika and gently stopped her by patting her head.
"Enough, Rika-chan."
"She wanted to hurt you! I couldn't let her do it." She shot back angrily.
"Why?"
"I'm not jealous like her, I'm obedient."
"Obedient enough to do anything I want you to?"
Tsuzuki watched them in horror. Just what was happening right in front of his eyes?
"Of course. This is my way of loving him."
Kurosaki smirked and leaned forward to whisper something in her ear, loud enough for Tsuzuki to hear.
"So die, Rika-chan."
TBC.
I hope it was quite twisted . I wanted to make it even more strange but I lost logic somewhere and I had to rewrite the whole chapter for it to fit in my idea. And speaking of my idea, I'm so mad at myself for it! Thanks to my reviewers...