Moment's Change
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Epilogue
"Because I'm an empath."
Hisoka braced himself for the blow.
But it never came.
Oriya didn't push him away and called him a monster. Oriya didn't give off feelings that would support that thought. Instead, Oriya just held him closer. Hisoka looked up to gaze into brown eyes. Oriya just sighed softly.
"I figured as such," Oriya said brushing the strands of blond hair. Hisoka looked at him surprise. "Don't worry about it bouya, I won't throw you away. I practically hide a serial killer anyways."
Hisoka uncharacteristically threw his arms around Oriya's neck while burying his face in the juncture of his neck. Oriya wrapped his arms around his waist in response. They stayed like that for a while.
Had Hisoka not been wrapped up in Oriya's caring emotions, he would've felt the presence of someone listening outside the door.
-X-
Another week passed by. Things seemed to brighten up around the Kokakuro. Everything was back to normal. Kasumi, Sakura, and Ayame were still trying to get him to wear dresses, some of the unfriendly customers were still trying to harass him, and Oriya and him were now spending time with each other. Their feeling were only platonic as of now, maybe more.
"C'mon Hisoka-kun! Model one more for us? Please?" Kasumi begged along with Sakura and Ayame and the whole Kokakuro employees. He cringed and backed away. Luckily for him he was near the door. He quickly slid the door open to escape but bumped into someone. He really didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
"What is going on?" Oriya asked in his authoritative voice. Hisoka sighed in relief. He quickly maneuvered around Oriya and walked out. Oriya just looked after his retreating form for a while then turned his attention to the staff. He looked around to see strewn out kimonos and other women's clothing. "Never mind," he said with a sigh. "Get back to work. Customers are still here."
Oriya followed Hisoka's path. Maybe to calm the boy down since probably the eager excitement of his employees would overwhelm him.
-X-
Hisoka liked mediating. It relaxed his mind and always shielded him from other people's thoughts and feelings. He was glad that Oriya opted to train him in the sword. Hisoka had taken lessons before as being the Kurosaki heir, but he never got the chance to continue. Hisoka let out a breath as he felt Oriya's presence.
He relaxed as Oriya entered and sat beside him. He liked Oriya's presence. It was calm and constant. It only got wild when something really bothered the older man.
"You alright Bon?" Oriya asked taking a drag of his pipe.
"I'm fine," Hisoka answered.
"I could fire them if you want."
"You'd lose customers."
"Not really. If I offered you in their place." Hisoka gaped.
"Oriya-san!" Hisoka chided as he playfully hit the man's arm. Oriya just chuckled. "Hmpf." Hisoka crossed his arms and turned away.
"I'm only joking."
Before Hisoka could respond, a knock interrupted him. The door slid open revealing Ayame.
"Oriya-san, Muraki-sensei is here to see you," she said. Oriya sighed.
"Tell him I'll be there." Ayame nodded and closed the door. "I've got to record this. The most visits I've had within a month." Oriya muttered. Hisoka heard him and just let out a small smile.
"He cares about you a lot, knowing he can't live without you here as his friend." Hisoka commented. Oriya just looked at him. The boy knew things probably no one would ever understand. Heck, he was sure the boy knew more about him than himself.
"Hn, I better go see what this twisted friendship wants this time."
Oriya stood up and walked out.
Hisoka sighed looking at the door the older man went through. He could tell there was something else Oriya had wanted to say but didn't. Hisoka decided to walk around. He was bored sitting there all day. Maybe he could ask Ayame to accompany him to the bookstore or something.
-X-
"Kazutaka. This is a pleasant surprise," Oriya said in greeting as he met Muraki in the guest room.
"Hello Oriya," Muraki said back.
"What brings you here?"
"Old friend, why do you always question my visits?"
"Because your visits are always questionable."
"Haha…always so serious, Oriya." Before there could be another word the door opened revealing Sakura.
"Oriya-san, Muraki-sensei, we're sorry. But we don't have anymore tea leaves," she said. Oriya sighed and stood up.
"I'll go get some. You don't mind waiting Kazutaka?" Oriya asked the silver haired man.
"Not at all Oriya."
-X-
Ayame and Hisoka came back from their trip. Ayame was carrying most of their buy. She refused to let Hisoka carry it because he might break his wrist. Hisoka just pouted the whole way. He really hated feeling helpless. Everyone at the Kokakuro always treated him like he might break. Just because he looked it, didn't mean he would.
Sakura met them in the hall.
"Ayame, Hisoka-kun, where did you go?" she asked curiously, also a bit peeved that they didn't ask her.
"We went to the bookstore and got some groceries. I noticed we didn't have anymore tea leaves so we got some along with some other things," Ayame explained. Sakura gasped.
"If I had known you were going, then I wouldn't have told Oriya-san. He just went to get some!"
"Oh well, the more the better. Let's go make some. He should be back by then."
They both took Hisoka's hands and dragged him to the kitchens. Hisoka just sighed.
-X-
Hisoka walked the halls of the Kokakuro. He was kicked out of the room because Oriya wanted to change. Though he didn't know why. He was just about to get to the good part of his book before the other came in. He decided to take the book and head either to Sakura, Ayame, or Kasumi's room. Or maybe the kitchen. The kitchen was more probable. So he headed in that direction.
He bumped into Tori, who was another worker. She seemed to be in a hurry with that tea tray. She seemed relieved to see him.
"Hisoka-kun, can you please deliver this to the guestroom? Oriya expects the tea ready there when he gets there. Thank you Hisoka-kun!" she said not giving him a choice as she handed him the tray and hightailed it out. Hisoka did pick up why. He didn't dwell on it long. He had to deliver the tea now.
Making his way to the guestroom, he felt a familiar presence that threatened him. Oriya had told him to avoid Muraki at all costs. But he couldn't now. He just hoped that Muraki didn't say anything aside from a greeting. He only met the man once in person but the other unintentional ones were the most horrifying. He slowly approached the guestroom and knocked then opened the door. He feared for himself as Oriya hadn't arrived yet.
He was frozen as Muraki's gaze turned to him with a creepy smile.
"Hello bouya, I thought Tori-san was going to deliver the tea," Muraki said in greeting. Hisoka had to be polite.
"She had to go somewhere important," Hisoka answered setting the tray down and setting up the table. He stood up began to leave.
Muraki, being the observant guy he is, noticed something. He never did find out who escaped from him three years ago. He also thought that it was weird that Oriya hadn't looked hard enough. The boy arrived around the same time. He put two and two together. If his assumptions were correct, Hisoka was the one who saw him kill someone three years ago. That backside did look very similar.
"Bouya," he called out. He noticed that Hisoka froze up, "stay awhile until Oriya comes back. It'll only be a minute, I'm sure."
"But Oriya-san told me to return when I finished," Hisoka said coming up with an excuse. He didn't want to be in the same room as this man.
"Don't worry, I'm sure Oriya wouldn't mind if I detained you for a minute or two." Muraki gestured in front of him. "Please sit."
-X-
Oriya was worried. He'd been looking for Hisoka after he told the kid to stay outside for a few minutes. The kid wandered off. He figured the kitchens so he went to look. Surprisingly he wasn't there. He checked Sakura's, Ayame's, and Kasumi's room but he wasn't there either. He then bumped into Tori. She was always in a hurry.
"Tori, have you seen Hisoka?" Oriya asked.
"Oh, yeah, I asked him to deliver the tea to the guestroom-" she answered but was cut off as Oriya sped off to the guestroom.
'Muraki better not have done anything,' Oriya thought worriedly.
-X-
Hisoka was uncomfortable. He shifted ever so slightly in his seat. He drank some tea to calm his fears. It did for a while but it would just come back. Muraki's calculating gaze at him as he talked was unnerving. Hisoka just stayed quiet while Muraki talked about some of his days of him and Oriya as classmates and friends. He was startled out of his state when he felt a cool hand on his forehead.
"You've been awfully quiet bouya, are you sick again?" Muraki asked getting closer and feeling among his neck, cheek, and forehead. "Maybe you should rest?" Hisoka shook his head. He had to get out of there.
"Iie, I'm fine Muraki-sensei," Hisoka responded trying to look like he wasn't avoiding him. Muraki, being observant guy he is, let out a small smirk. He did notice that little detail.
"Is there something wrong bouya?"
"Iie." Hisoka kept backing away little by little.
"Oh really. Is it that you remember something?"
Hisoka gaped at the thought. But then he bit his lip from screaming for being slammed against the wall. He felt Muraki's breath against his ear.
"It's surprising that I didn't recognize you or didn't place the pieces together. It's been awhile hasn't it bouya?" Muraki said to him. "Three years and here you are, still looking the same. I never expected you to see what I had done that night. But what I didn't expect was that Oriya would hide you from me."
Hisoka began shaking. He could feel Muraki's darkness pouring into him.
"Please… Stop…" he pleaded. He shut his eyes and turned away. He felt like screaming.
"I usually don't let people live after seeing what I have done. And you bouya, have lived too long—"
Muraki moved to the other side just in time before the incoming blade would hit him. He stared in surprise. Oriya stood pointing the sharp end of the blade at him. He smiled again, which looked like in amusement, as he stared at them. Oriya knew that he was no match for him but at least he could try.
"Lay a hand on him Kazutaka, and I will not hesitate, friend or not," Oriya stated staring expressionlessly at his friend.
"What could you do to stop me old friend?" Muraki taunted. Oriya couldn't tell if he was playing or not.
"Even if I can't, I'll still try."
"Oriya-san!" Hisoka stated in surprise. He was about to move but Oriya held him back. He bit his lip in nervousness. He could feel the tension in the room, plus Oriya's nervousness. He could also feel Muraki's emotions. They were cold with a hint of sadness? He couldn't figure out the latter if it was there or not.
"Why would you do that Oriya?" Muraki asked. He still kept that creepy smile on his face.
"I may allow you to do things beyond the law but this is something I will not let you go through with." Oriya answered. Muraki looked irritated.
"Tell me old friend, did he accept what you do and what I have done?" Muraki sounded angry. Hisoka flinched.
"He knew everything from the get go." Oriya had answered sternly. He could sense Muraki's anger. Muraki relaxed. He had an emotionless expression on his face.
They stared at the other trying to see one break first.
After a few lasting minutes, Muraki turned away and walked over to the door leading outside. He turned to look at his long time friend. And he hoped that it still was there. Even if he was stronger than Oriya, he knew that he couldn't kill his only friend that he could trust. (1)
"Thank you, Kazutaka," Oriya said. Muraki then turned away and smiled. He stepped to the outside and disappeared.
Hisoka sighed in relief. He thought he'd faint with the thick tension in the room. Oriya placed his sword in its sheath. He sighed before turning around to face Hisoka. He reached out and brushed the strands of hair and caressed the soft skin before cupping his cheek.
"Are you alright Bon?" he asked. Hisoka glowered at him. His hand covered the other's.
"I don't know anyone by that name." Hisoka answered with a bit of bite. Oriya held himself from chuckling and just let out a small smile, leaning in.
"Are you alright Hisoka-kun?" he asked in a whisper.
"I'm fine Oriya-sa-ummm…"
Hisoka was cut off when he was pushed against the wall and warm lips covered his. He was surprised at first but then gave in. His arms wrapped around the brown-haired man's neck, pushing them closer.
Oriya should just stop himself. He really should. If he continued, it would be considered rape. Muraki was rubbing off on him. But Hisoka was different. He bet if Hisoka were past the age limit, he'd still look like a pedophile. It had been three years but the kid didn't look like he aged except for his height, though not that much. He pulled away to stare into those dazed emerald green eyes. He really couldn't help himself. He wanted to make sure that nothing dangerous happened, that his worst nightmare didn't come true.
For a moment, he thought he would've lost Hisoka to Muraki. All these three years of worrying and it was over now. It was safe now. He pulled him into a hug. Hisoka returned it as his head rested on the other man's shoulder. He felt butterfly kisses descend on his neck. He tilted his head to the side, occasionally letting out a moan.
"Oriya-san!" The door busted open as Kasumi arrived. She froze for a moment as she took in the scene. Then she let out a small smile. Of course, she didn't realize that she was interrupting something, until she become conscious of a glare sent her way. She smiled sheepishly before closing the door and rushing off to tell Sakura and Ayame. Oh, and to inform the staff to not enter the guestroom.
Oriya sighed, resting his head on Hisoka's shoulder.
"I'm never gonna hear the end of this," he muttered enough for Hisoka to hear. Hisoka smiled a little.
"At least you wont be hassled to wear a dress," Hisoka countered.
Oriya chuckled softly. He pushed Hisoka down to the floor as he hovered over him. He leaned down till their faces were an inch apart.
"But with you, a dress wouldn't look too bad," Oriya commented before descending on those soft lips.
Hisoka mentally sighed before kissing back. He was really happy. If he hadn't run away he would've been dead. Then maybe he probably would've meet Oriya like this but not on good mutual circumstances like this. Maybe this reality is better than an alternate one.
Owari!
(1) – That's how I think Muraki's and Oriya's relationship is. They are mutual friends and even if Oriya liked Muraki at one point. Muraki still wouldn't kill Oriya at all.
BLK Angel of Destruction: I know, I know the ending probably sucked but I tried. But I appreciate your reviews. I really hope you enjoyed the story!
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