Author's Notes: This is a short Muraki-centric kinda thing. I hope youi enjoy.
Disclaimers: I don't own Yami no Matsuei...and I'm sure you knew that already
Silently, the man rose from the welcoming bed to peer out of the window. Alone...
Yes he was alone but that wasn't completely why he had driven himself into murder and insanity. NO of course not. It was the undying feeling that he knew exactly where he was suppose to be but unfortunately didn't have the strength to go. That place where only the dead can go.
This was why he continued to live, he did in hopes of luring his true love to him.
Tsuzuki...
The mere thought would drive the man to pure ecstasy. Just the image of him panting, moaning, and wanting more gave the doctor bone chilling sensations.
It was a feeling he couldn't described at first. The feeling to possess and manipulate everything this man did, the urge to to make him cry...
It was all so alluring.
But as time passes one would realize that this feeling was love. But then again there was better ways to be with someone...no, scratch that. There was no other way. Dead or alive, other people and things and their very situation would keep them apart forever. And in the end, someone's death was the only thing that forced them—or should he say the shinigami—back to him.
He let out a sigh of discontent but soon enough that discontent tugged at the corners of his pale lips and he smiled.
Not a happy smile—no that was only whe he was with the other man—but a satisfied one. A smile that would continue to haunt the other man weather he like it or not.
Thump, thump, thump...
His heart pounded anxiously. Tomorrow would be the anniversary of their first meeting. It would and will be enjoyable at best. He knew every move without having to even think about it. And the bait was ready and waiting. Yes, he did love when an attractive young girl seeming "loved" him, all the better to show her what true love can get someone into.
He turned, staring, unmoving, at the dead body that lay before him. He held no emotion for anyone and her bloody corpse didn't change that.
How would someone even think of sleeping with a body in the room was past anyone's thought of understanding but there he was, standing there with icy, steel eyes, boring a hole at the girl's empty face.
Another sigh...
Walking surely over to her, he picked her up by her dull blonde hair and threw her out the window...
This would suffice for now... He wouldn't get any sleep that night anyway, so why not start the games early?
Victoriously smirking, he dressed himself and abandoned the room. By the time he was out the door he heard a scream and he knew it was time to go. He had left nothing at the hotel to assure that he had visited... except a note written to his beloved.
I'll wait for the day your truly mine
Until then
This bloody wedge between wont die
I wont let it...
Happy Anniversary
Well thats it...a short drabble but a potentionaly good one at best...Who am I kidding? This sucks! But if you liked it please review. (smiles) because I only have about a week to life and I would like that wekk to be filled with reviews! (lying) but anyways thanks for reading!