Right Here In My Arms

Prologue

A/N: Okay, so this is my first fanfic…please read and review. Go easy on me oh and…

Disclaimer- Under no circumstances do I own Yami no Matsuei…I wish! I just like to have fun with the characters and put them in tutus! Ha, just kidding.

Enjoy!

How could he know if he was ready for this? Would it be like before and end in disaster…or was this something different? I guess the question was: Does he feel the same? He silently walked along the dimly lit hallway noting each and every creak the floor made. Though it was well past 12:00, something was keeping him up.

He didn't know why but he had this strange feeling of being watched. Abruptly stopping he turned to face a door. What… He slowly, hesitantly, reached for the cool metal of the doorknob.

He drew his hand away but quickly returned to the agonizingly slow pace of reaching out for that door. Almost in slow motion, the door swung open frightening the man, causing him to jump back.

He regained his balance and looked into the room. It was cold and dark, and no one seems to be in there…but then who opened the door? Was someone still here? He looked around cautiously, before looking back inside the room.

He stepped inside, noticing that it was one of the meeting offices. There was a sound to his left and he spun around. "Who's there?" He called out. When no one answered, he stepped forward.

He sighed when he saw that the window had been blown open by the wind. He approached the window intending to close it. The cool night air caressed his face as he reached over and closed the window, locking, and checking it before stepping away.

Still not knowing why he was up, he decided to head back to his room. Walking back the same way he came…but slower, taking in the scene of the night as he passed a few large windows.

He stepped outside and into the cool night air, looking up at the full moon. Though it was pitch black, the moon offered a bit of light so he could see where he was going, but still keeping it dark enough so that night could once again reign in its darkness.

He stopped when he saw the cherry blossoms falling. They were in bloom 24/7 and he did feel a bit spoiled. But it added a nice touch to the background of the dreary building where he worked day in and day out.

He was just about to leave when the shadowy figure caught his eye. Standing there, silently watching his prey. Waiting for it to make its move, he hadn't realized that there was someone else there. The figure stepped forward into the light of the moon giving him a better view.

Emerald, green eyes cut through the darkness, becoming glowing orbs. The moon reflected off his skin making him look almost god-like.

"Hisoka what are you doing out here?" He heard himself saying.

Hisoka blinked staring at Tsuzuki. "I couldn't sleep…"

Tsuzuki nodded. "Me neither, you okay?"

"...Yeah, why?"

"Just wondering."

Hisoka smirked. "All right."

Tsuzuki smiled at him. "How long were you standing there for?"

Hisoka tilted his head, thinking for a moment. "I don't know…I didn't want to scare you, so I didn't say anything."

"Oh…well kind of popping up out of 'nowhere' is a little frightening on its own."

Hisoka shrugged. "Go figure."

Tsuzuki nodded. "Well, I'm going to go to bed…goodnight Hisoka."

"Hn…night." Tsuzuki smiled and walked away. Hisoka felt the yearning to ask him a question, but let him walk away. Silence once again engulfed the night, and he was left there to wonder. After all, that was the reason he came out here in the first place.

He rolled up his sleeves, sighing as he saw the red gashes marring his skin. He had come outside because he had that nightmare again. He didn't expect Tsuzuki to be there so, instead of confronting the man, he stood silent until Tsuzuki noticed him. He sighed brushing a few stray strands of hair out of his eyes, pushed there by the chill, night air. Pushing it in every direction, there was no avoiding it.

His biggest problem was this: Muraki was still out there…and he still vowed to find him, and kill him. No question about it. That was his one true purpose in the after-life. And no matter what anyone said, he would still fulfill his wishes, because it was ultimately unavoidable. Only problem was: would he be able to?