This is a Yami no Matsuei/Descendants of Darkness Fan fiction, don't own the series.
Yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead
yesterday is a promise that you've broken
don't close your eyes, don't close your eyes
this is your life and today is all you've got now
yeah, and today is all you'll ever have
don't close your eyes
don't close your eyes
this is your life, are you who you want to be
this is your life, are you who you want to be
this is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be
when the world was younger and you had everything to lose
yesterday is a kid in the corner
yesterday is dead and over
this is your life, are you who you want to be
this is your life, are you who you want to be
this is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be
when the world was younger and you had everything to lose
don't close your eyes
don't close your eyes
don't close your eyes
don't close your eyes
this is your life are you who you want to be
this is your life are you who you want to be
this is your life, are you who you want to be
this is your life, are you who you want to be
this is your life, is it everything you dreamed it would be
when the world was younger and you had everything to lose
and you had everything to lose
"This is your life" by Switchfoot
Forget about the life I use to know
Chapter one
Hardly listening
Date 1814, July 8
Maybe I should have fought against him that night, maybe I should have actually done something to keep my heart from stopping. But in the end, I didn't even scream. It wouldn't have made much of a difference though. If I actually did do anything that day, he would have killed me on the spot, because no matter how 'precious' I am to him. He has an eternity to live; he could find another like me.
I remember when I first opened my eyes, in the coffin, wooden of course, for my family was poor. My father made coffins for a living. To make maters worse he even dug their graves. I could never understand how he could stand it. 'Rain or shine' was his policy, but of course we could never afford to back down from work. Even though my parents sent me to a prestige language's school in England, I remained loyal to Japan, and its people. When I came back I had learned that my home any my family had been destroyed. Saying we were traitors and that we should all be killed. I escaped that fate, but to what end I don't know.
When I returned to Great Britain, I felt hollow. A shell with no meaning to live. Nor did I have a place to go. I was completely alone and terribly terrified of what I would do. Then came the drinking, and I had my fill of prostitutes and whores, most not even wanting money, 'just the sex' was all they said. Why they did that went beyond me. Wasn't prostitution a way of making money to feed families and to keep of the streets? I guess it wasn't, not for them.
One night I had drunk myself so silly that my head felt like it would pop, I became utterly lost wandering the streets with no guidance. Then I saw him, in a black pare of slacks and a white button up shirt. He offered me a place to stay, led me to an alley, and that's were my life changed.
As I said the coffin was the most frightening thing ever, apparently my family had left me some savings when they had died, in an English bank no less. My father also handcrafted my own coffin before he died. What struck me was why he made a coffin for a 24-year-old man. I am rambling know, anyway when I opened my eyes I didn't know what was happening; first I scratched and cried for someone to help me. Then I punched my way through getting a mouthful of dirt. When I finally dug my way out he was there, sitting on my gravestone. Smiling that devilish smile.
In a way I suppose he saved me from becoming a drunkard.
At present we are going around Asia to find some 'better' blood then skanks. I would rather go somewhere isolated. For I was born with the 'Dark gift' to read others mind. More or less its horrid and annoying, I hate my own thoughts, much less other people inquiries.
I suppose I shall end it here.
Asato, Tsuzuki
Translated from original text, entry 200 0f 215. Diary of Tsuzuki Asato, Birth in 1790, died in 1814 A.D, July 6. Owned by the supernatural department agency of Canadian History.
He lay there, the sheets tangled in his legs as he gazed out into nothing, the cloths he wore were thin for the heat, a white sleeveless hung on his thin frame with a white pare of loose fitting boxer shorts to match, but what difference did it make to him, all his blood froze up a long time ago. The warm wind splayed over his soft features and pushed his tresses up slightly. The window to his room lay open letting in the annoying lights and sounds. People screaming because they're being mugged, people laughing, celebrating some meaningless corporate standard they reached. All these things rattled in his head, his sensitive hearing picking up everything, every meaningless piece of shit that people talked about, he was even plagued with the dark gift to read others minds, which just made his life worse. He was never able to just be, no sounds no ruckus. Oh sure, he could try and turn of his gift, but his hearing would just pick up the rest. "It was much better in the Himalayas," he sighed to himself and turned on his side. He had no future to look forward to so why should he care, its not like there's some big shiny pot of gold at the end of his rainbow. No, that pot had been taken away, and the rainbow had faded a long time ago.
As he stared out the window he could see prostitutes, whores, woman with no self-respect for themselves or others, He could see muggers, dirty cops, killers, and all the scum that made up the beautiful city of Toronto, they only cared about money, but who could blame them, either way you looked at it, the entire world was a big shit hole.
A creak jerked the young man from his thoughts. The door at the end of the room was being opened and shut, but he made no motion to ask who it was, nor did he care.
"Tsuzuki san," whispered the voice, and the only emotion that was truly separable was seduction, pure, loving, seduction.
"You haven't eaten at all since we left, come on, you need some sustenance," exclaimed the older male. He was tall and had silver locks, which covered a grotesque right eye. His cloths were also white, a white clock hung over his arm. He wore a pair of white jeans with a white long sleeved shirt; blue flames went up his sleeves and joined in the middle of his chest.
"I bought you some cloths so you can fit in with the humans," he said sitting on the side of the bed.
"There so loud, I don't know why they can't just shut up, I wish the cry's would just…stop," Tsuzuki exclaimed in a monotone voice. He shifted in the blankets, slightly curling into a ball.
"Yes Tsuzuki san, this is why we came here, to siphon all their sufferings, concerns, worries…you and me together my dear," The older male punctured a small hole in his wrist and held it in front of Tsuzuki. "Know then, drink and gain strength, you will need it."
Tsuzuki stared as a few drops of blood trickled off; he positioned himself so they fell into his mouth. He closed his eyes and licked his lips, before lowering the other mans wrist to his lips, he licked the wound at first, two pearly white fangs protruded themselves from the corners of his lips, and with a swift movement, he sank them in, sucking violently on the opening.
"That's right my Dearest, drink, don't worry, Muraki shall take care of you," he said, cringing at the immense pleasure he felt, mixed with the pain. 'Only a miner detail' he would tell himself.
Earlier that day
"Hisoka, hey Hisoka, Hisoka!" cried a young girl. A person twitched at the call of his name, he was sitting on the ground against a gate, probably to the large school that sat to his left. A cigarette peeked out of the side of his mouth. He opened one eye in response to the girl's cries.
"What do you want Tsubaki?" the young boy sighed, he was quite tall, and beautiful to match. He had dirty blonde locks that shaded his emerald eyes. He wore a pair of blue jeans and a yellow long sleeved shirt; a jean jacket lay on the ground beside him. He started flicking the flame decorated lighter in his hand absentmindedly as he watched the girl run up to him.
The young girl stopped in front of him, panting furiously. She had a short black hair. She wore a short black skirt and a navy blue t-shirt. Her features were round, and a little childish. "What do you mean 'what do you want?' your supposed to walk me home today, like teacher said so!" she exclaimed, slightly miffed.
"Heh well I usually don't go home so I don't see the point of taking you down my street and dropping you of next door," he said, putting out the cigarette in his hand.
"I'll tell your mother!" she yelled.
He sighed and stood to his full height, he ignored the young girl and picked up his stuff. He put a hand on her mouth, "listen, I'll take you home I you just stop okay Tsubaki, but you should know by now why I don't want to go home," he removed his hand and started to walk in their direction.
Tsubaki ran up to him, "your fathers back eh?" she said giving him a sideways glance. "Ya, and he gets to see my report card, he also gets to piss of mom which means more beating and more Fuckin trips to the hospital."
"Jeez…I didn't…" she trailed of staring at her feet as they walked. Hisoka noticed this and turned his attention to the black clouds that loomed overhead, "forget it Tsubaki, I'll be alright, I'm still alive aren't I?"
"Ya…you should tell someone you know!" she said stopping in front of him.
He stared down at her and put a hand on his neck, "do you really think they would believe me, oh ya I can see that 'hey officer, my dad beats me, you know the most best cop in the service, he does it to take the edge of so my parents can have more sex. My mom also beats me, ya the greatest woman boxer, boy she's got a painful punch.' Give it up already Tsubaki, no one will believe me, if I had a choice I would rather just fade out of existence." He walked passed her and continued on his way.
"But I…" Tsubaki whispered to herself, she turned around and followed after him.
Present
Tsuzuki sat on the windowsill of his apartment, sniffing around; he could smell blood in the air. He focused in on the smell; he used his acute hearing to listen.
"You stupid little boy, what the fuck were you thinking, look at these marks, your failing gym because you never show up, no boy of mine will be like that!"
Slap
"I wasn't thinking dearest dad…"
Slap
"Don't talk back you little fuck tard, I know you can do better!"
Crash
"Listen to your father Hisoka!"
"I guess you guys know what's best for me huh…"
"Damn right we do son…"
"Oh well sorry then my great advisor."
Laughter filled Tsuzuki's head; it was pained laughter, mixed with hate.
"Hisoka…" Tsuzuki whispered to himself.
"I shall have the one they call Hisoka," he licked his lips and grinned wickedly to himself.
Rei's corner
Rie: Tsuzuki is so, hot, bwah, evil
Tsuzuki: I worked hard on my lines
Hisoka: I am really punk
Rei: YESH!
Muraki: I am going to be bastard again huh?
Rei: sadly, you may become one
Muraki: that sucks
Rei: ne way I guess I shall explain
3 o them: k
Rei: well that was fun; at the start there will either be lyrics or poems adorning the fic. The fact is that I listen to a lot of music, so I felt like putting up lyrics. If you have any questions about this fic, don't hesitate to ask.
I got the idea for this because my sis and me have been watching to many Buffy episodes (she has the complete collection.) The plot will also kind of be like 'Interview with a vampire'. I also added in the diary bit for my own personal satisfaction. I may put more diary entries if anyone would like more?
Well that's it for the first chapter. Hope you liked! Read and Review please.
Sincerely Rei