A sweet smell filled Hisoka's nose. It was a confusing mix yet not so confusing as it was, odd or new. It smelt like a mix between vanilla, chocolate, and just all flavors of sweetness. a softness tickled his nose now, the slightest touch, the gentlest of sensations. he blinked open his eyes, blurry with sleep and yawned. fluffy brown was what greeted him, a mess on the pillow. The peaceful face buried somewhere under the unruly locks was so serene and held such a child like innocence to it tears began to prick at the corners of his eyes. His eyes were shut, his mouth fixed with a tiny little smile next to his curled hand laying next to his face. He could just count down the moment to when he knew Tsuzuki would start to suck his thumb.
Hisoka then felt a mix between a swoosh and a pinch in his belly. Reality came crashing down again with a vengeance. The tears began to fall down as he stared at his sleeping lover, though he barely had any right to even call Tsuzuki that. It'd been months now since Hisoka had pushed Tsuzuki away and denied him all the pleasures of what Tsuzuki had finally though to be their relationship. From that night.. he could not lie with Tsuzuki for fear, fear of seeing Muraki, fear of being hurt.. and fear of becoming Muraki. He had not slept in the same bed with Tsuzuki since, and had not a clue as to how they were in the same bed now other than Tsuzuki having snuck up on him.
Tsuzuki chose just this moment to wake. His eyes fluttered open, thick, dark lashes sticking as he separated them. A wet drop fell on his upper cheek just under his eye and he looked up. Hisoka stared back at him and at first Tsuzuki greeted him with a warm smile. Then he hear the slight hitch of breath, the sniffle. "Hisoka...?"
"Baka yaro! I hate you! Don't ever come near me!" Hisoka picked himself up from the bed fighting with a shirt tangled on the floor. For some reason or another he was still in his jean and only his shirt had been discarded and left on the floor to wrinkle. He ran from the bed to the door, wasting no time in opening it and ignoring Tsuzuki's cried as he ran out, tears flying back away from his emerald eye.
"Hisoka wait! What'd I do!"
Hisoka ran, ran from everything. He ran past anyone and everyone he passed. Mr. Tatsumi, Watari, the boss, Terazuma, Wakaba. He pushed them all from his path and leaving some, like poor Wakaba on the floor and other very suspicious, other yet, worried and still others screaming and cursing. He heard nothing of it, ignore it all. He ran, running was all he knew. Running was all he could do. Run from the pain, from his past, Tsuzuki. He just ran, ran so far and so much he hadn't notice he'd changed to the world of the living running down the crowded streets and pushing and shoving his ways through the crowds of people. All the while his brain was screaming, screaming for only one person.
'MURAKI!' He ran into a park, dense with tree and sakura. He ran along the dew slicked grass deeper and deeper into the grove of Sakura to where few were really picnicking or could see him from the street all the while calling him. 'Muraki!Muraki!' Then he slipped, tripped over his own wet feet in the slippery green grass. Falling to his knees in the soft green, he collapsed, shaking and crying. calling weakly to the man of his nightmares for mercy. 'Muraki...'
'My poppet. What is troubling you? why do you call out to me. Has Mr. Tsuzuki done something to you my dear doll?'
"Kill me Muraki... Kill me and end this! I don't want to live like this anymore, being immortal.. fighting.. killing people... I don't want this1" He looked up, Emerald eyes shaking, shining in their water, tearing state. The pale finger that wrapped so gently around his chin, tilting it up towards the sky and causing the tears to fall freely down his cheeks made him shiver.
"My dear, dear doll. What makes you think I would kill you, the bearer of my child..."
"Muraki...!" Two fingers were placed to his forehead and with an electric shock his eyes were dulled, unseeing and pupil-less. His arms fell to his side that had previously been gripping Muraki's extended arm in a sign of pleasing and he knelt so perfectly in the grass like a child play toy, placed into position by its owner for their own purpose and unmoving.
I know, short.. and confusing... yes... better next time, promise.. I'm so tired. and I just quit my job... stress.. but I love you all so much, I stayed up all night to write it, thanks for all your reviews!