Hisoka screamed. His voice was hoarse and worn, often cutting out in the middle of a scream and then sometimes picking back up at the end. His lungs burned, worn and breathless from his never ending screams. His wrist pulled and tugged and rubbed raw against the rope circles tied tightly around them as well as around his ankles. Muraki had tightened the once loose restraints that attached him to the bed. Where once he was able to move almost freely about the room he was now lay, sprawled on the bed, pulled tight with his arms over his head and his legs pulled straight to the barred footboard of the bed.
Muraki stared agitatedly at the scalpels and other objects set on the small table. He'd been sitting like this for a while now, staring at his reflection in the smooth metal. Each scream from the boy only made him want to slice his throat open more and more, to hear his gurgled cries as he choked on his own blood. His hands, interlaced and tucked beneath his chin, tightened, locking on each other in a fist like vice. He was stopped by his logic, by his knowledge as a doctor. The chances of the baby's survival if taken from the parent at this stage of pregnancy were rather slim. It would have been so much easier had he had the equipment that he has access to at the hospital, but he could not take a man into the delivery room, nor could he dispose of him there. His only option would have been to take the infant now and hope to make it to a hospital quick enough to save the child. Then, after the child was stable, he would take it from the nursery and disappear again until the time came to find Tsuzuki.
Muraki's hands shook as he reached for the scalpel, taking the cool handle in his fingers. He brought the blade up to his eyes, staring in something close to rapt fascination. He'd held one in his hands so many times before, so many lives had he saved and ended by the sharp edge of the blade but now it seemed unreal. He couldn't believe what he was about to do, what he had to do. Picking himself up from his seat he began his walk to the boy who at this time had stopped screaming, staring and shaking at the image of the older man with the blade in his hand. It was when Muraki placed his hands on the boy that he really began to scream.
"Tsuzuki! Wait!" Watari grabbed the mans arm. They'd made it back to the building, they were only a short distance from it now, the building sitting on it's hill, shrouded in darkness and gnarled trees. The man was already charging up the trail leading to the building, desperate to find Hisoka, and it was just that moment that something in Watari's minds, as well as the tingling of his hand allowed him to remember, something that made him suddenly recall a vital piece of information.
"Watari! What are you doing! Hisoka's in there!" Tsuzuki fell back, very displeased with Watari's sudden hesitation.
"Muraki's got the placed sealed off. He's using some kind of magic, we can't touch the door where Hisoka is. We have to find another way in."
Tsuzuki watched Watari closely. There had to be something Watari wasn't telling him, he was too urgent. There was something behind his eyes. But at the moment he pushed it off, he didn't care. He needed to find a way in to save Hisoka!
Muraki covered Hisoka's mouth with one hand, running the blade along the budging stomach with his other. "It looks like the time has come bouya. Time to surrender that bay to me and for you to move on and out of my hair for good once and for all."
Hisoka whimpered behind the mans hand. His eyes closed tight, salty little trails leaking there way down his smooth cheeks. His mind flashed back to all he'd known in his world. He didn't remember much of his family or his childhood anymore, he'd blocked that now, or tried. It was his life after death that came flooding back to him. Mr. Tatsumi, chief Konoe, Wakaba, Terazuma, Watari... Tsuzuki. His mind focused on Tsuzuki. He could see his warm smile and his cheery amethyst eyes, bright and shining like the sun on a warm blue skyed day. His calming voice, the one that had lulled him to sleep in the mans firm and caressing arms so many a time, his gentle hands that when needed could destroy to protect those he loved that ran through his hair, caressing his scalp so gently as he drifted to sleep.
It was over.
Muraki prepared to press the scalpel into Hisoka's flesh when a rumble, soft at first but growing til it shook the doctor, knocked him off balance. Behind him there came a large explosion, chunks of the wall blew at the doctor along with all the dust and debris that came from the tumbling wall that created a smoke cloud that smothered the Silver haired man, making him cough and fight for clean air. Muraki turn to the wall that had just been knocked down to find the cause of the destruction. He'd been certain that this section of the building was sturdy and not likely to fall any time soon. His eyes widened, his breath caught in his throat. There, in the whole surrounding the wreckage of the wall were two shinigami, one His chocolate haired love, the other the annoying blonde haired man with honeyed eyes and glasses, was it Watari? And between them was Tsuzuki's shikigami, the great white tiger Byako.
"Muraki." Tsuzuki took a step closer, growling out the mans name through clenched teeth. "Give me back Hisoka!"
The gray eyed man quickly lifted himself up grabbing the scalpel in hand and cutting the ropes tethering Hisoka to the bed frame. He yanked the boy from the bed by his hair, pulling him against him, back to chest and placed the scalpel against his round belly. Watari ran ahead of Tsuzuki then, everything about his from his movement to his voice, urgent and almost pleading.
"Stop it Muraki! There's no point in this. you know if you were to do that now, no one would win anything. You don't have time for even an attempt of a successful operation now." Watari took a step closer and for every inch he took Muraki pressed the blade deeper into Hisoka's belly, just breaking the skin and causing a small trickle of blood to begin to flow first down the blade and onto Muraki's finger and then from there to drip down to the floor.
Hisoka let out a weeping cry of pain. His eyes stung, and he could barely see through the tears blurring his vision. That voice was Watari's, and the one before it was Tsuzuki's. Tsuzuki was here, seeing him like this. The pain from his stomach shot directly up to his chest and plunge like a thousand knives into his chest. Tsuzuki saw him like this, at Muraki's will and pregnant, his stomach bulging and so obvious now. And Muraki, Muraki would surely tell him. He let out a heart wrenching sob, one that hurt himself to hear, one from his very own heart. "No..."
Muraki glared at Watari, then his eyes narrowed and a smirk came across his face in a smug expression. "It was you, wasn't it? You're the one that caused all this. I'm sure bouya is looking forward to your rescue of him."
Watari froze, his blood turned to ice. Muraki was throwing daggers into his heart and he knew it, purposely aiming for Watari's heart.
"Watari? What's going on!" Tsuzuki demanded taking a few steps closer.
"Didn't they tell you Mr. Tsuzuki? Why Hisoka had been pushing you away, why he came to me, looking for an escape from you." Muraki switched hands, the blade now at Hisoka's throat, forcing his head back against his shoulder as his other hand grabbed roughly his belly. His hand caressed in a mean way, rubbing and circling his round stomach leaving Hisoka nearly screaming as his emotions, his fear, his anger, his completely black void of a heart came flooding in. "This Mr. Tsuzuki. This is mine. Hisoka caries a little one of mine in his belly as we speak. A child of his and mine. That's why I've taken him, I will have what is mine."
Tsuzuki shook his head. He didn't believe it. It couldn't be true. Hisoka couldn't be pregnant, he was a boy. Men couldn't be pregnant and it couldn't possibly be Muraki's. "Wa.." The man turned to the blonde only to see the man shaking. He shook till his knees could take no more and gave out on him, making him fall to them on the ground. Tsuzuki watched the man. Muraki's words came into his mind, replaying from only a few moments earlier. 'It's your fault isn't it? You're the one that caused all this,'
It was true. Watari had something to do with it, he'd caused Hisoka to be.. But Hisoka would never permit it. He did it to Hisoka, unwillingly. But then how did Muraki.. "Impossible. It can't be..."
Muraki let out a horrible laugh. "Adorable as Always Tsuzuki. Tell me you don't remember the last time bouya had gone missing all those long months ago. He came back a few days later didn't he? Did you think he was on Vacation?"
"no. no. no. no. no. NO!" A large flash shot throughout the room as Hisoka let out a large defensive strike, blasting Muraki from behind him back against the wall. Hisoka fell to the floor, close to unconsciousness, unnoticed by Tsuzuki, was a small splash of red that had jet out as the flash was set off and a dripping on the floor as Hisoka fell forward.
Seeing his opportunity now Tsuzuki shouted out his commands. "Byako!" The tiger let out a blast directed at the silver haired man now that Hisoka was no longer at risk from that blast. There was an explosion as the blast connected with the opposite wall and continued on out through the rest of the building bringing down the building around them. Muraki had ducked from the blast, nearly completely unharmed save fore the damage Hisoka had been able to do, the magic having been broken or weakened when part of the wall came down earlier.
"I'll returned for what it mine Mr. Tsuzuki. I'll come back for you one day!" There was a white flash from behind a falling piece of the ceiling. once it had finished falling, crashing and breaking on the floor there was no longer and Muraki left to attack.
Tsuzuki ran to his little blonde haired partners side, gathering him in his arms. He called to Watari who still stood stunned. "Watari! The building's coming down! We gotta get out of here! Come on!"
Watari snapped from his daze, catching the two, Hisoka gather like a child in Tsuzuki's arms. The building shook as the foundation began to give way and the ceiling began to collapse on them. He stood and nodded his head, shouting out his agreement and acknowledgment to Tsuzuki as they head out at a run, neither one noticing the blood stained scalpel laying on the floor where Hisoka had fallen.
Once outside the now burning building, due to the breaking of gas lines and other flammable substances that had been lit by the sparks of the concrete and sheetrock and materials striking against the metal or steel frames of the building, the Two shinigami fell to the ground, Tsuzuki still holding tightly to Hisoka. Both were completely out of breath, looking back at the flaming building. It was far too close.
It was when the shock began to wear off and feeling of the present began to set in again that Tsuzuki felt Hisoka moving, or trying to move in his arms. He turned back to Hisoka and looked down to his face, streaked a deep crimson red. Red!
"I.. Tsuzuki I... I'm.. so.. sor-sorry... I..." Hisoka's hand that had been reaching for Tsuzuki's cheek trembled and shook with strained effort. His voice was so pained and so very weak, far too weak.
"Hisoka...?"
His pale, stained little hand fell just short of reaching Tsuzuki's cheek, falling lifelessly to Hisoka's belly where it lay across unthinkingly as his eyes rolled back and shut as his body went limp.
"HISOKA!"
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2115 words! I'm going up again! yay! Any how, I've got a little sort of questioner going on, with this story, since it seems so angsty (though it was meant to be comedy when I first started it damn me and my angsty ways! u.u) I wonder how you, my fans, would like it if a few chapters in here were just silly or funny but with plot, not plotless funny but.. funny.. My aim is to please those that have already read and liked, I want to keep you reading! So I was wondering if you thought the silliness would ruin the mood of the story ok, so if you can, leave feedback on this concept (or any other nice comments! yay!) in the format of a review if you would so I can evaluate the readers demand.