DISCLAIMER:I do not own them! I don't want to be sued for something I don't have. Respect my authorities on how this story turns out and be nice... I have enough people blaming me for things.- Hisoka comes in- It's all your fault I died!

Me:-Looks at him-See what I mean...

Now.. I guess fits in the suspense/romance kind of thing going on. Lots and lots of blood, violence ..yadda yadda.. So it will be rated M for mature for later chapters.

Here is the fic! And it starts off slow so bare with me. And also it's my first so..I'm nervous.

Yami no Matsuei

My Star Light

The footsteps and the laughter of all those people...it never ceased to amaze the poor helpless, wretched boy laying down on the dirt strewn ground on how truly cruel human kind can be. The faces looked down at him, shining madness in their eyes, smiling all the while as more people drew back rocks and sticks and flung them at him. The continuous pounding of the hard materials hit his entire body as more and more of them seemed to take notice on how quiet he kept no matter how hard they hit the vital areas of his body.

"Your not human!"

"Your body is that of a vial creature!"

"You don't belong here! Get away you beast!"

He curled into a tighter ball as more taunts and objects were thrown at him. Finally after the game of chase and torture stopped and one by one the crowd began to disappear, losing interest since he no longer wailed and begged for them to stop and soon they all left. Leaving him there with nothing but the wind on his back and the taste of hatred on his pale lips. His forehead was caked with blood from one of the many things hurled at him. Looking himself over once, twice, and finally realizing he was alright he sighed and looked up into the stars. He no longer cried tears of sorrow, but instead smiled as wide as he can. The stars glistened back as though they were singing sweet lullabies of happiness and love for him. With small bruised and broken hands he lifted them up to the sky, taking a deep breath he began to sing. Yet again they weren't songs of sorrow, but instead of forgiveness to the Heavens for how he was born. For he did not blame they who hated him, he understood perfectly well why they hated him, he was poison to them all.

A disease of some sort that they say came from the very wombs of Hell. He never once met anyone who would wrap gentle arms around him and touch his heart and mind for who he was. Never had he felt the warmth of love of such a person and the gift of healing they could provide for him. His heart was freshly torn that would leave scars for an eternity with nothing , but the darkness to welcome him. A lamb. A black lamb who belongs nowhere. Always and forever shall he walk the path of the beast.

He had closed his eyes while singing and once he opened them a boy about his age had lifted a boulder over his head getting ready to drop the object on the lamb. The wolves have come to slay the lamb, but to him they were the lamb while he was the wolf .With a giant heave he hurtled it towards the small boys head. His amethyst eyes opened in horror as the crush of the skull could be heard and the blast of pain struck him.

With a start the man sat up in bed, his breathe coming in shallow pants. The same amethyst eyes wondered around the darkened room as he drunk in the surroundings of the area. He shivered at the cold unwelcomed air despite the hot ,hard sweat he was showered with. Pale hands lifted up to his forehead feeling for any signs of a fever. The dream, along with his laboring breath, died down once he felt somebody pull his body back onto the bed. He looked to the side to catch a glimpse of a figure who retreated into the bathroom. Looking up to the ceiling he heard the soft thudding of cabinets opening and closing and soon heard the rush of water as the light was turned off and the figure came back with a wet cloth and some bandages. Sitting on a chair beside the bed he turned on the lamp and soon the room was illuminated with light. The purple, red rimmed eyes were blinded for a second opening and closing as his iris's strained to see against it. Again he looked at the person and found the most beautiful emerald, green eyes staring back at him. They were filled with worry as the boy placed the wet cloth on the fevered forehead.

"Tsuzuki."The boy with the same star-gemmed eyes looked with a now stern, but scared look.

"Don't worry Hisoka."His deep voice came out in a hushed voice as he smiled reassuringly to his partner. They had been together since that fateful day he met him in the park. It wasn't the best way to meet someone especially when someone, around sixteen , was holding you at gun point and threatening to shoot you if you didn't confess you were a vampire. It took one of the Gushoushin twins to tell Hisoka that Tsuzuki wasn't the culprit and that they were to be partnered up. They had their fair share of arguments since at first none would listen to the other. Thanks to the Judgement Buruea they were stuck until further notice. Shikigami's, as they were called, had no other choice, but to live between the mortal world and the dead. Hisoka, being the youngest of them all and Tsuzuki for being the only one who had never gone on ahead and reached the heavens for he can not and shall forever walk the road of an immortal creature. He died at the age of 27 and since then has been in the Judgment Buruea for the past 100 years.

Tsuzuki, with trembling hands, pushed back his dark, brunette hair and sat up. The boy hesitated if he should allow the other man to do such an action, but instead bit his lower lip and kept it all in. Looking down he sighed with upmost gratitude to know that it was nothing more then sickness. A hand crept up into his hair and tousled it a bit as the boy's impatience grew thin. He snorted and turned his head the other way as he felt even more of a child from the others actions. The elder shikigami laughed lightly as he pinched the others cheeks.

"Hey! That hurt you bastard!" Hisoka rubbed at his cheek defiantly as he slapped the hand away. The other chuckled and nursed his red hand.

"Aw... now that's the Hisoka I know."With another laugh he laid back in bed and snuggled in like a kid getting ready for a bedtime story. Hisoka shook his own lush, and light brunette hair.

"And that's the Tsuzuki I know."He said in a low whisper as the lights were turned off and the boy retreated into the room next to his partners.

As soon as Tsuzuki had closed his eyes they opened once again to the sunlight's greeting. The golden rays showered and shattered on his peach ,lightened skin. Looking out the window the many sakura blossoms framed his window with a milky pink. The scent wafted in even when the windows were closed. He lazily planted his feet beside the bed and trudged lightly to the window, placing a hand and his forehead on the cool glass he looked outwards onto the other many adorning sakura trees. They all flowed downwards covering the full, lush green grass. Making the scene even more softer and enchanting. There was always something magical when you see them on such a clear day; they always seemed to dance to the beat of some unknown music sometimes. Yet...they held an unknown sadness as well. Upon that thought he glanced briefly at his right wrist and thoughts of cursed memories flooded him. Embracing the feel of total loneliness he slowly dressed in proper clothing for his job; the regular business suit and long black trench coat to throw off the chill of the cold from keeping him down. It swayed gently as it framed his structured body. With quickened steps he finished the rest of his morning routines and quickly headed off to the office to check in. For the first time in his undead life he might actually be on time.

End of chapter one

The next chapters will get longer and soon you will learn of the horror and suspense. I'm gonna put a lot of hard work and thought into this and hopefully it might pay off. And always please review.Thanks