Captive Butterfly

Author Notes: Hope you're all likeing the story so far. I'm hoping its catching people's interest since it's slow progressing. Still hope you all like, again thanks for the reviews! Ah, anyways, read the chapter now! XD

Disclaimer: Don't own Yami no Matsuei.

Chapter 4

The next morning had come quickly, far too quickly in Hisoka's opinion, as the tell tale rays of light shone slightly through the closed curtains. With a sigh Hisoka sat on his bed sifting through his luggage as he unpacked his clothing, books and other items and placed them upon his bed. He didn't think he had packed this much... Hell, he didn't know he even owned this much stuff to begin with...

Perhaps his luggage had gone hunting other luggage without his knowing, just like a Tyrannosaurus rex during the Cretaceous period, and caught its prey resulting in gaining a few pounds along with several new items...? Hisoka blinked and shook his head as he slowly pulled a few of his favorite books out of his bag. Perhaps he had just read far too many historical and fantasy styled books... they, of course, were his favorite genres in literature. Horror being too stereotypically violent, predictable and far beyond the grasp of anything sensible. Romance was too gaudy- although sometimes bearable, but still unrealistic and farfetched while anything dealing with politics just bored him to tears.

He placed the books on his desk then turned and gathered his clothes together, sorting them and putting them in their proper places, when the black school uniform caught his eye. He had to get ready soon or he'd be late, the mental image of Glenn knocking on his door if he was late plopped into his thoughts and he frowned, shuddering at the thought as he took the uniform from the hanger and went into the bathroom to shower and change.

Slipping off his clothing, he turned on both the hot and cold knobs and stuck his hand in, patiently waiting for the water to adjust to his liking before climbing in. The warmth of the water felt good against his skin and he let out a long sigh as he felt the tension in his muscles relax. Dark thoughts of well, everything, slipped to the back of his mind and in their place was a sense of tranquility that Hisoka was faintly surprised to have. Slowly he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, a half-smile on his face as warm water fell in streams down his body. This was why he loved the rain so much, even though it was always cold, it cleansed him and almost seemed to wash away the... the... what? What did it wash away? It was so faint... and...

Cold... Suddenly his large emerald eyes snapped open and a shiver ran down his spine. Icy fingers clutched at his chest, tightening with each breath and he quickly pushed against the now-rough textured wall to run away only to slip and fall backwards, slamming into the surprisingly cold and slippery grass beneath him knocking the air out of his lungs in the process. Seconds later air crept painstakingly slow back into his parted lips and inexplicable panic rose up. The footsteps of a predator... He was coming to get him, he had to get away, he had to run! Would anyone hear him if he cried for help? Oh well, it didn't matter, he was going to scream anyway...

With a gasp Hisoka snapped back to reality. Completely drained of all energy he stayed still, lying on his back in the tub with his head turned to the side as he listened absently to the cold shower water splash against the tub. What had just happened?

A minute later he stood up, carefully ignoring the lingering pain in his side and back, and he turned the water off. Reaching for the towel on the nearby hanger he wrapped it around himself and climbed out of the shower to look in the slightly fogged mirror at himself. Thin lips, wheat colored hair, emerald eyes, a lean figure with pale, flawless skin... Well wasn't he the pretty thing... A cold light entered his eyes, he was sure he heard those words before... He shook his head, it was just from everyone's thoughts. Along with what they'd all like to do with him should they ever find him alone it was sickening to hear...

"…Hmm." He turned away and frowned.

He dried his body and quickly pulled on his uniform. It was black with the school emblem on the upper left side with a white button up shirt underneath. He tied the red tie around his neck and frowned, feeling rather uncomfortable in the new uniform. It didn't really help that the material was heavy and itchy but on a hot day many students were going to pass out. He really didn't want to know how everyone could wear these things every day.

With a inward sigh he also remembered the black shined shoes that still sat at the bottom of the closet that he had to wear with the uniform. He could only imagine how uncomfortable they would be. Too bad he was required to wear them.

Leaving the bathroom he looked into the closet and hurriedly put them on, brushed his still damp hair- although it didn't matter that it was still damp since his hair always dried fast, and then sat down on the bed to look over the school map to find where his classroom was. He wanted to get there before everyone else so he wouldn't have to walk through a crowd of noisy, annoying, over zealous boys who couldn't control their hormones let alone their emotions.

"There it is, it's not too far from here," Hisoka muttered to himself, tracing the hallway on the map with his finger. He took the paper in one hand and held the school bag in the other hand. He opened the door and peeked out into an empty hallway. He sighed in relief then headed down the hallway following the directions of the map.

He realized as he walked that he would probably be made to do some stupid introduction speech about himself, or get asked questions. Even made to socialize. He scowled; he was not going to let anyone tell him what to do. He was going to disappear and be left alone and if some overly happy classmates didn't allow him that small privilege they were going to wish they had just stayed in bed that morning.

He stopped at the opened door, looking back down to the map to be sure that this was his destination, he slowly peeked into the room to find a rather plain, empty classroom like he had imagined before. Taking a few steps in his eyes scanned the room and he tried to think of where he should sit without having to deal with a lot of people physically around him. He nearly laughed in pure relief when his eyes fell on a seat in the corner but decided to spare himself and turned his head to look at the clock on the wall instead. Finding himself with some time until more people had to arrive he walked over and placed his school bag and paper on the lone desk near the corner and eyed the books on the shelves. They were filled with different sorts of topics. They where filled with schoolbooks to general reading books. He skimmed through the titles to see if there was anything that seemed worth reading.

"Some of these actually seem slightly interesting." He muttered and pulled a small, yet thick book from the shelf. It seemed like a lot of these books were barely used let alone touched. Opening it to a random page, he then began to read out loud in a low and soft voice. "The first historical recorded encounter of a people displaying the cultural traits associated with the Celts comes from northern Italy around 400 BC, when a previously unknown group of barbarians came down from the Alps and displaced the Etruscans from the fertile Po valley, a displacement that helped to push the Etruscans from history's limelight. The next encounter…-."

Finding himself concentrating on reading the book he never felt the presence of another person entering the room and standing some ways away in the doorway. He stopped suddenly as another voice in the room began to speak making Hisoka turn around quickly to see that same amethyst-eyed man he had seen the other day. He felt a slight blush come to his checks.

"…With the Celts came with the still young Roman Empire, directly to the south of the Po. The Romans in fact had sent three envoys to the besieged Etruscans to study this new force." Hisoka blinked, speechless as the other man finished his sentence and a soft smile formed upon the dark haired man's face. Hisoka closed the book and fumbled to put it back onto the shelf.

"You were reading about the Celts were you not?"

Hisoka nodded slightly not really sure himself what he had been reading since he had completely ignored the title of the book. "I'm sorry." It was all Hisoka could think of to say he really didn't know what he was sorry for.

"Sorry? What for? Ah! Wait, wait, wait!"

Hisoka stared wide-eyed as the gentle look quickly turned into excitement. He took a small step back and stared at the amethyst-eyed man.

"You're my new student right?" He exclaimed in a happy tone. "Hisoka…umm…Kurosaki Hisoka right?"

"Y-yes." Hisoka couldn't believe what he just heard. This was his teacher? This was Tsuzuki Asato? He could only imagine teachers as old and cranky. But he was different. He was young, seemed energetic and excited. "Y-you're Tsuzuki-san?" Hisoka asked in a small voice.

Tsuzuki smiled at him and nodded. "So how are you feeling today? Glenn told me that you were sick." He stopped approaching the startled boy and went to his desk.

Hisoka watched and could feel his heart beat speed up. "I'm fine now. Thank you." He walked over to where he had placed his school bag and sat down on the seat. Looking over at his teacher he noticed him rummaging through his desk, mumbling quietly to himself and Hisoka closed his eyes with a sigh. He was so tired already and the developing headache didn't really help matters either. Probably because he got so little sleep last night.

Another small sigh escaped his lips as he heard voices beginning to trail down the hallways. The mixture of laughing, whining and just the diversity of voices were making Hisoka's muscles tense and he quickly squashed the urge to scream at them all to be quiet as soon as it sprung up. He really wasn't in the mood for noise today and as students started filing into the room he felt his headache grow worse.

He could already feel the emotions spilling from their minds.

Even in the corner, far away from it all, their emotions swamped him and he leaned back in his chair crossing his arms in attempt to ignore it all. Within the next few minutes the classroom had become full of chattering students, some sat in groups chatting, while others were catching up on their forgotten or unfinished school work while the rest just slumped lazily over their desks.

Hisoka gave a mental sigh of relief, as he was happily unnoticed. Not only was it was annoying to have emotions bombarding his mind, but to have that and constant chatter was even worse. Though, the throbbing in his temple was still there...

He could still feel everyone's emotions too, flooding in from his oblivious classmates who couldn't control their emotions to save their lives. He almost choked as a surge of happiness nearly overwhelmed him... then again, he should be thankful that no one wanted to touch him, physical contact was much worse.

The first time he experienced his 'ability' was around his parents, he had found it so fun and exciting that he began to repeat the thoughts of his father or mother to them. He had smiled at them feeling rather proud of himself for showing them that he could do something so interesting, something that may have made them proud. At first they had just thought it was coincidental or just didn't want to talk about it with him, but these incidents had continued to happen and the boy's parents had began to become jumpy or hateful whenever he was around.

"Hisoka's scary..."

Sometimes... sometimes, late at night he could hear the far off murmuring of their arguments and the arguments would increase... They began to fight more often then almost everyday. The anger that Hisoka felt from the both of them combined made him tremble and once it nearly made him sick. Soon after they became abusive, whether mentally of physically, both his mother and father would not hesitate to hurt him...

"Hisoka..."

"What a horrifying child. It's like he sees through our minds."

He couldn't even remember exactly how old he was at that time, but it wasn't old enough to comprehend what was going on or even why they were doing such a thing. Angrily Hisoka gritted his teeth, was it his fault that he couldn't control his empathy at the time, that he didn't know? No, it wasn't, but they didn't give a damn and they locked him away, they threw him away. He was refused when he asked to go outside to play and even before all this he couldn't remember playing with any local children.

"Hisoka?"

"You're not my child."

He found it odd... why was it that he could remember his childhood so well but come 12, 13, 14, everything became blank? It was as if he had slammed into a brick wall wedged deep in his mind. Was the monotony of those years so tedious that he just shoved the memories to the back of his mind? Or did...

"Hisoka!"

"You monster!"

A gasp escaped Hisoka's mouth as his eyes shot open and looked around the quiet classroom. Every student stared at the boy their faces pinched as if annoyed or scared. A small frown marred his face as he looked up to see his dark haired teacher hovering nearby with a concerned look on his face.

To say he was embarrassed probably would have been the understatement of the year, the fact that everyone wouldn't stop staring was one thing but the emotions ranging from confused to indifferent was quickly making the situation unbearable. Through it all he managed to croak out a, "I… I'm fine." before sinking into his seat.

Tsuzuki's face continued to look worried but he gave a small smile. "Are you sure? You were really out of it there. Do you need to see the doctor?" He questioned.

Hisoka shook his head. "N-no, no. It's fine. I'm fine."

"If you say so. Then if you're up to it how about you introduce yourself to us all!" Tsuzuki suggested, his voice once again in an upbeat tone. "Start with, hmm… let's see just tell us about your family, your likes, dislikes. Anything you think you feel up to sharing or would help us to get to know you better!"

Hisoka scowled to himself then sighed, standing he stated, "Fine. I'm Kurosaki Hisoka, previously home schooled, but my parents decided to send me here instead." He tried hard to say it without disgust and kept his voice monotone and calm. Yet in the back of his mind all he really wanted to tell them was 'I don't want to be here, you are all already annoying me so if you don't mind, I would like you all to leave me alone so we all can be happy.' But he knew better then to say such rude things and cause an argument or to make people angry with him.

Tsuzuki blinked in surprise at the boy. "Ah, well I'm sure you'll get along well with everyone here and have a great time! My class if always a fun place and I never give lots of assignments. I'm very easy going so I hope you'll enjoy yourself while taking part in my classes!"

Hisoka bowed his head respectfully. "Thank you, Tsuzuki-sensei."

"Now…" Tsuzuki wandered back over to his desk and picked a thick textbook from the desk as Hisoka sat back down again. "Does anyone remember what we went over yesterday…?"

Hisoka felt as if all eyes were glancing at him the entire time that morning. He felt as if everyone was giving him the 'what a freak' or 'he's so weird' look. He didn't care about the looks but their thoughts that each of them projected so loudly confirmed his suspicions and the emotions accompanying them made it that much worse.

It's not like he cared what anyone thought. They were not important to him. No one would ever be important to him. He would never let himself become so desperate as to have to resort to friendship. It meant nothing to him because with friendship came betrayal, envy, hate, jealousy and what Hisoka knew caused the most pain of them all, what he never wanted to experience, love.

Yaay, next chapter is finished, hope you like it. Review Please.