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Pieces of Me

Chapter 4: I Spy With My Green Eyes

By: LadyYuina

Slowly but surely the month went by and he was allowed to wander the streets again. Tonight, Hisoka decidedly brought Mamoru along.

"It's nice to get out once in a while, huh, Mamoru?"

"Meow."

"Wanna go to the park where the cherry blossom trees are? I know they're in bloom right now."

Upon reaching the park Hisoka sat down on one of the large benches. Mamoru sat down beside him. Hisoka fondly rubbed him behind the ears. Peering over at the trees overhead, he asked, "see how pretty they are? Under the moonlight it looks as if they are glowing."

The reaction Hisoka received from his sand colored cat was not what he expected. His fur stood on end and he hissed venomously.

"What's the matter?" Hisoka asked, frightful of what his cat was acting up over. Mamoru broke out into a run. "Hey - wait, Mamoru! Wait up!" Hisoka chased after him. What has gotten into him? Is there something out there that is exciting him . . .?

Under one of the cherry blossom trees stood a man, a knife held in one hand while other one clung onto a girl. Hisoka was terrified. Big, large if he was not mistaken red eyes stared back at him . . . lifeless. Red eyes? That can't be, maybe the moon is playing tricks on me. . ." He tried to cry out but nothing emitted from his throat.

"Meeeoooowwww!" Mamoru hissed.

The silver haired man cocked his head to the side to stare at the newcomer that had interrupted. A devious smile spread across his lips. Hisoka was frozen into place by fright; there was so much blood.

Mur-murder . . .

He had only broken free from his trance when Mamoru lunged at the man. One slash from his knife and Mamoru fell to the grass with a yowl.

"Mamoru, no!" Hisoka shouted.

The silver haired man spoke, his voice rich and silky in baritone. "you have witnessed something you shouldn't have."

Sweat broke out all over Hisoka's body; he immediately broke out into a run. Hisoka ran as fast as his short legs could take him to no avail. The murder as he liked to label him as magically caught up to him extremely fast. A cold hand latched onto his arm and whirled him around.

"Let go!" Hisoka shrieked, struggling with all his might.

"I'm sorry but I can't do that, not after what you just saw. Such a shame really, you're such a pretty boy," he teased, eyeing him up and down suggestively. "I shall have fun tonight."

Hisoka's eyes flashed with fear, this man's emotions were driving his poor mind insane! So much lust and evil . . . it hurt to feel his touch let alone be near him. This can't be happening to me! What did I do to deserve this!

"You're hurting me!" Hisoka gasped. The pain was overwhelming, he feared that he was going to pass out. Sadly, he did . . . The last thing he saw before closing his eyes completely was that of the girl lying on her side on the lawn, blood spilled out around her body. A gruesome indeed . . . Her clouded over gaze looked back at Hisoka, unblinking.

Hisoka woke up to the soft sound of water dripping. Opening his eyes slowly he scanned around the surrounding area. It was dark and damp, the place reeked of rotten corpses. He couldn't help but gag.

"You're awake. Good."

He turned his head to the direction of the voice. Scrambling to his feet he ran to the door and tried to turn the knob but it was locked. (A/N: At least he tried to escape! LoL) The man walked up to him, causing him to back up against the wall.

"What is your name, boy?" he asked. Hisoka stared up at him furiously, his mouth remained shut. "Speak."

Hisoka remained the way he was until the madman clasped a hand around his throat. He squeezed. Hisoka started to choke.

"H-Hisoka!" he gasped out of desperation for air. He squeezed harder. Hisoka understood what he wanted him to say. "Kuro - ughh, saki . . . Hisoka!"

"Good," he said, grinning. "I'm Muraki Kazutaka but please call me Muraki." He released his hold on Hisoka's neck which caused him to lean undeniably close towards the man to catch his breath.

Hisoka spotted a clawed hole in the man's white jacket. It automatically registered to him that Mamoru was no where to be seen or found. "Where's Mamoru?" he demanded.

"That pathetic cat of yours? Why, he's right there."

Hisoka followed the pointed finger of Muraki outstretched. There on the rack was Mamoru, he was still in his angry stance, hairs on end but his eyes were gouged out. The fur on his back was skinned completely off. Hisoka shuddered.

"What did you do to him!"

"What he obviously deserved, your imprudent cat attacked me. I just returned the favor."

"You . . . You monster!"

"Such a ugly word coming from such a pretty mouth. I may have to clean that out."

Without warning he crushed his lips against Hisoka's. He gasped which gave Muraki the opportunity to slide his tongue inside. On instinct Hisoka bit down as hard as he could. Muraki pulled away grunting in pain as his wounded tongue started to bleed.

"You've just sealed your fate with the devil, boy," he spat.

"Shut up you demon! You killed Mamoru!" Tears streamed down Hisoka's cheeks. This excited Muraki further, he loved seeing others in pain.

"You're such a feisty boy, this just makes it all the better."

Hisoka cringed and ducked under the scientist when he tried to grab him. I must dodge him at all costs! Turning around he was surprised to see Muraki looming over him. How did he get behind me so fast! He was slammed down onto the cold, hard pavement; back first. A pained cry flew from his lips, Muraki took that moment to pop a bitter tasting tablet inside his mouth. With the impact of the pavement and a sharp bump to the chest Hisoka was forced to swallow it. Instantaneously his vision started to blur and he had a hard time maintaining dominant control over his body.

Hisoka was swept away inside Muraki's mouth, he was so disorientated that he couldn't do anything about the other man's advances. Slowly, his hands slid down underneath his shirt. Hisoka could feel the action and lifted his hands up in protest but was unable to push him away. He was battling with his mind over who should control the body; it seemed like he was losing really quickly. Muraki only broke the kiss to slide Hisoka's shirt off over his head. He marveled at the sight of his skin, so flawless and beautiful.

"No," Hisoka whispered when Muraki started to unbutton his jeans.

This murder . . . he's . . .

"No? When you actually meant to say was yes, wasn't it?" Muraki implied.

"No," Hisoka whispered again. His voice was barely audible this time.

"I can't take that for an answer, you see, I always get what I want and what I want is you." With ease Muraki stripped Hisoka of his jeans and underwear. He fondly rubbed the bugle between Hisoka's legs; he stiffened. Hisoka eyed him, his bleary eyes continued to water with tears.

"Don't cry my pretty one. You're so much more prettier than her, much more." For emphasis he licked the side of Hisoka's left cheek. "Even your tears tastes sweeter, here was much too salty."

With scissor-like precision Muraki clamped down in between his legs causing Hisoka to swallow an intake of breath. "Haven't gone through puberty yet, huh?"

He expertly played with Hisoka's penis, making Hisoka feel things he had never felt before. It was not that he didn't like it; it was because he knew the person causing this was his tormentor.

Stuttering, Hisoka whimpered, "p-please stop, please s-s-stop." His cheeks were completely flushed.

"Oh? But your body is saying otherwise. Sometimes, one's body is wiser than the mind. It seems your body has won."

Hisoka knew it was true, knowing this the words stung at him even more. His body truly was refusing what his mind wanted. He wanted to shout and scream at himself but noticed that it'd out amuse Muraki and frustrate himself. Though he was drugged he wasn't thrown into utter chaos, he still had some bearings even if they were minimal.

Hisoka cried out in what he believed was pain when Muraki thrust himself inside him. He could feel heat waves of emotions cover over him, he didn't know which were his.

Pleasure? Pain? Are they mine?

Each pumping action created by the doctor caused a new sensation each time. The last one much more worse than the one before it. Hisoka opened his mouth to speak but no words came out.

"I'm flattered, you're speechless!" Muraki teased. A crazed cackle rung through the air. The sound of his voice vibrated through Hisoka's ears, the boy felt as if they were about to burst and bleed. He almost expected it but nothing happened.

Muraki let out a soft sigh when his time to release came. After detaching himself outside of Hisoka he took the same knife he used earlier and brushed it against Hisoka's milky white skin. It was cold to the touch which caused Hisoka to shiver.

"Now, to make sure you are mine for eternity I will place upon you this curse."

Hisoka's screams filled the empty voids of the room as Muraki carved intricate designs along side his body. From his chest to the side of his hips and the backside; along his arms.

"You are now mine forever, if you doubt it these markings shall prove it so. Parting is such sweet sorrow but I shall let you go . . . for now. Until we meet again."

Hisoka was washed over in white light. When he opened his eyes he was under the cherry blossom tree. The exact same one where he first saw the silver haired man. Beside him was Mamoru, his hollow eye sockets started back at him.

"Mamoru, why did we have to see that man? Look at what happened to us," Hisoka joked. A stupid joke but it was one nonetheless. For the second time that night he lost consciousness underneath the stars.

Hisoka could hear the sounds of laughing children. Peeling his eyes open he looked to the right. There were three little girls playing Frisbee; tossing the yellow disk back and forth to one another.

Where am I?

Instinctively he looked down at his body remembering what had transpired previously. To his relief he was fully clothed.

"So we meet again."

Hisoka tore his gaze from the children to see his mother standing right behind him. A smile as bright as the sun was plastered in between her cheeks.

"Hi," Hisoka answered, stupidly. He didn't know what to do; he hadn't spoken to his mother this way for such a long time.

"Hello," she replied. "Care to join us?" She gestured towards the picnic they had set up under the exact same cherry blossom tree. It made him feel a bit uneasy.

"Hey, guys look! It's Hisoka!" Hanako shouted. She eagerly ran over to him. "Hi!"

"Hi, Hisoka!" The other two chimed.

Hisoka simply smiled and waved. A lone cherry blossom petal lightly landed on his shoulder.

"Oh! A petal has fallen on your shoulder, Hisoka," Sachiko noted.

Nonchalantly he brushed it off, not really bothering to notice it as anything of importance. It slowly sailed to the grass ridden floor, the one spot where Mamoru would have laid.

"Come have some watermelon with us?" Hanako asked. "It cold and good!"

Hisoka laughed. "Sure."

"They're seedless and those are my favorite kind," Sachiko added.

"Mine too! Mine too!" Hanako said.

Out of the corner of his eye Hisoka swore he saw long waves of sand colored hair behind a cherry tree. When he turned his gaze over there he spotted a girl. She was skinny and tall with eyes as red as a shimmering ruby placed out before the sun.

Her eyes . . . can it be . . .?

"Hey, who's that girl over there?" Hisoka asked, pointing to the cherry tree.

"What girl?" Tami asked. "I don't see anyone."

Surely enough when Hisoka glanced over again she was gone. "I swore I saw a girl."

"You're just seeing things," his mother told him. "Come on, let's eat."

"Let's eat!" the three girls chorused.

When he glanced over at the cherry blossom tree again he saw Muraki Kazutaka . . .