NOROWARETA TSUKI
Chapter 7
Tsuzuki let go of a short, uneasy laugh and shook his head in disbelief. Hisoka only averted his eyes and took few steps back, heading to Muraki, who watched them in obvious amusement.
"What did you say?" asked Tsuzuki, in a small voice, his eyes were almost pleading for someone, anyone to deny what he had heard. "Why would that be? Why would you ask him to kill you?"
"I'll leave you alone for this touching conversation," exclaimed Muraki, and vanished. Neither of the Shinigami shown any interest or surprise to his sudden disappearance.
Hisoka used all his remaining force to restrain from crying. He really couldn't find anything more suitable to do but crying, screaming and acting like a total child. He'd have eagerly kick, yell, destroy something and weep until he would be out of breath. Some time ago he'd have added to that list finding comfort in his partner's arms, but now it was out of question. He felt too much disgust towards himself to touch anyone.
Perhaps Tsuzuki was just a sweet dream, and he just had gone mad a long time ago, and had hallucinations. Tsuzuki would disappear, fading away along with his last chance to be happy and loved. Oh well, it's been always that way.
A demon child… who does not have any right to be cared for.
One part of his mind told him he was now banishing this chance with his own will, and he could forget, go back to Tsuzuki and try to live in a happy fairy tale. The prince saved the princess, the bad dragon was killed and so they lived merrily from now on, the end. Tsuzuki would surely forgive him.
The second part of his mind denied it all and just spoke the truth. No matter what, Hisoka would never forget nor forgive himself. Never believe again. He had hated himself too much for that.
He was aware that his death would leave Tsuzuki utterly broken. The man wouldn't be ever able to move on after that and of course Hisoka didn't plan to do that to him. If there wasn't any other way, he would live for Tsuzuki, even in unbearable self-hatred.
But there was other way.
"They have to be in Tsuzuki's apartment," muttered Tatsumi, violently pushing the door, and he almost ran into Muraki, who stood there, presenting his undying charming smile.
"Hello. I hope you'll forgive me my previous rude vanishing without proper farewell," he said, observing their faces with a chuckle. He assumed it was an extremely good day.
"By the way, I wonder how did you do that," asked Watari with a curious blink in his eye, as he felt relieved that the doctor wasn't bothering his friends. They were safe with each other.
"Hisoka taught me and was so nice to borrow me some of his power in order for me to be able to vanish, be here in Meifu, and do many interesting tricks." He explained, looking around.
"Do you suppose we'll believe that?" snickered Watari, and Muraki merely nodded to his words. "You controlled him, or what?"
"Nah," he uttered "He did it voluntarily. But of course he wanted something in exchange from me."
"Like what?" frowned Tatsumi.
Muraki was now paying much of his attention to the view behind the window, but answered quickly, sounding very pleased.
"He asked me to kill him, for example. But not only that."
The sky outside started to darken slightly, preparing for the night to reign over it. It was surely getting chillier, but even inside the office the air seemed to froze. The three men exchanged glances.
"What..?" asked Watari uneasily, with very wide eyes and astonishment written all over his face.
"But not only that…" repeated the doctor to one in particular, slowly holding out his hand.
"Hisoka," began Tsuzuki desperately " Don't blame yourself for that. It's his fault alone and you couldn-,"
"Hush." Whispered Hisoka quietly and approached the man slowly, with a faint smile. Standing in a very small distance from the man, he raised his hand and his fingers softly caressed Tsuzuki's lips.
"This is the only kiss I can give you." He said, and the comprehending suddenly struck his partner's head. This statement's meaning was clear: it was a last goodbye.
No. Deny it. Say it's not true.
Tsuzuki's sight suddenly went blur and unclear, and he felt his arms and legs going limp.. he felt disturbingly light and weightless. The last thing he noticed before falling into a dark unconsciousness was Hisoka's painful face with a bitter smile on it.
Hisoka was looking blankly at three men laying on the floor. They looked peaceful, but he knew they were probably having some nightmares, drowning in a hard, heavy slumber.. But that wouldn't last long, only until the doctor finished all the preparations and then everything was ready.
That sentence resounded in the boy's head like the final, like something from what there was no turning back, none at all. And of course it was indeed so, after all you can't reshape anything.
And what they were going to do, was not to reshape the past events, it was only to
reshape the convictions and memories. It wasn't all that difficult to do, he was an empath and besides, Muraki carried most of that.. he really wasn't eager to know the details, he only wanted for the result to come eventually…
He was fully aware he was to hurt them in a way. Because he'd take away from them some of very important memories. But there was no other way; they surely wouldn't accept the fact that he's gone away. And he didn't want to hurt them, he couldn't allow Tsuzuki suffer anymore. It would be difficult, because the man still would be without proper support, but that was a price that needed to be paid.
He cast a glance at Muraki- at first he found it strange that the doctor was helping him, but well, he must have had his own expectations of that. Maybe he just liked doing evil. Maybe he intended to get Tsuzuki after all of that. If that was so, then too bad for him, because he was not going to get that. Hisoka half-smirked.
Are you sure?
Yes.
They'll not remember you, he will forget.
That's what I want.
Bullshit.
I know it's a bullshit. But he has to forget about me.
You don't have to die.
No?
It's only your decision that you want to run away.
Hisoka looked at his feet.
"I wanted to give him something more than life in constant pain. I think he deserves
something more than that." He said to no one in particular.
"Ready?" asked Muraki, approaching him with an unreadable expression.
"..yes"
TBC.
A cliffhanger. Yes, I know I suck. And my grammar sucks. But anyway, please review, flames keep me warm.
Oh, and if something is wrong with the spaces and stuff, I'm sorry but my Word Editor is being nasty nowadays.