Kagome Kagome Kago no naka no Tori wa Itsu Itsu deyaru?
Yoake no ban ni Tsuru to Kame ga subetta. Ushiro no shoumen dare ?
The spring air blew through blonde strands of hair rustling against the small face as it slept deeply. The sun shone behind the distant branches of sakura trees that graced the ground with pink snow. Two large emeralds were revealed under tiny eyelids flinching against the sun. A tiny yawn followed as the tiny figure sat up and stretched its arms big and wide. With a slow motion the tiny arms fell backward as the green eyes drooped sleepily. The wind carried songs of lullabies, whispering him back into a deep sleep.
"Hisoka!"
The booming voice echoed through his ears. It felt like he had been splashed with chilled water. Quickly the tiny figure stood and ran towards the voice with a stumbling agility. The small frame finally arrived in front of a tall looming figure. He stared up at the tall head of the specter.
"Ohayo, ka-chan." The tiny, timid voice made the bigger figure flinch. The child drew back slightly sensing a hostile aura from his mother.
"Hisoka, where have you been? I've been calling you!" She scolded angrily. Hisoka shrank away from the ranting figure of his mother who grabbed him roughly by the wrist. "Come along, the doctor has come to the main house to check up on everyone. He's asked to do a check up on you as well." Her grip on his wrist was a crushing pain as he was dragged down the hallway. He wanted to voice his discomfort, however the decision to stay quiet seemed less painful.
Hisoka was tossed into a room where he fell to the floor. His mother roughly grabbed his arm again. "Get up." She hissed. Hisoka stood and glanced up with his huge emerald eyes to meet the monotonous gaze of his father. He quickly shifted his eyes downward. A push from his mother made him stumble forward, where his gaze met two pearl white shoes. This was surrounded by round cuffs of two long pant legs, which led up to a grey vest covering a white collared shirt. This lead to brilliantly glistening hair that appeared to shine silvery in the sunlight. Hisoka let out a gasp. It was an angel!
The divine being made a smile down at Hisoka, who shyly blushed as he averted his gaze to the white shoes again. "So this is the heir of the Kurosaki household?" The angel's voice pierced through the quiet hostility in the room. "What a beautiful child." The heavenly doctor, who was much taller than Hisoka kneeled down on one knee. "Hello, Hisoka. I'm Dr. Muraki. I'm here to make sure you're strong and healthy." The smile grew wider as Hisoka's blush deepened and he twisted his fingers nervously behind his back. "Hisoka, I'll need you to remove the upper part of your Kimono so I can hear your heart beat. Is that okay?"
Hisoka gave a meek nod as he pulled down the upper part of his tiny kimono. The cold chill of the stethoscope made a shiver run up his back. "He has fair skin." Muraki commented. "Just like his mother."
"That child is nothing like me!" The scream pierced Hisoka's ears as he quickly turned to see his mother pointing her finger at him. She began to rant and throw a vase at Hisoka but was held back by his father. Muraki did not seem surprised by her wild behavior. She continued to point and yell at Hisoka until she weakened and began to sob into her husbands arms.
"Please forgive her behavior." Nagare began to lead his hysterical wife from the room. "Could you please hurry up with what you're doing here so we can discuss the condition of my wife." Muraki nodded. The door was shut and the sound of her crying slowly began to get softer and softer.
Hisoka's eyes shifted downwards in shame. He had upset his mother once again. He didn't want her to be sad so much. He tried so hard to be how she wanted him to be, but every time he got close to her, the air became heavy and he struggled to breathe. He didn't completely understand it, but he knew she hated him. He repulsed her.
Hisoka was lifted high in to the air, which shocked him quite a bit; he began to kick but then realized that the heavenly messenger had lifted him up. He looked down onto the angelic face that was chiseled with beauty. Though it was hard to tell looking through spectacles, Hisoka saw two eyes staring up at him with a bright smile to accompany it. "Now, now, no frowning." Hisoka let his tiny hand fall onto Muraki's pale face as he touched the soft skin gently. He was left in awe as he was brought back down to the ground. "Now lets try to listen to that heart again." Hisoka had barely noticed that he was half naked but once the cool touch of stethoscope touched him warm skin he blushed once more. This man really was an angel.
-x-X-x-
"Just make sure she takes her medication when she gets into fits like that." Muraki told Nagare as they sat in a separate room to discuss their business. Nagare slid Muraki a cup of tea, which was accepted. "The medicine is an anxiety suppressor, so she should calm down relatively quick and remain calm for a few hours later." Muraki was packing up his suitcase of instruments and medications for healing, while Nagare's expressionless stare watched on.
"I would really appreciate it, doctor, if you would come for a daily or weekly visit." Nagare watched as Muraki stopped his packing. "I'm useless when it comes to caring for others health."
Muraki released a sigh. "I'm afraid that is impossible for me to do." Muraki knew the reason that Nagare wanted to keep his mistress in perfect health was for image, no imaginary illusions of love or grandeur. He really felt no obligation even if love was the reason for Nagare's concern. An image of flushed cheeks and golden hair flashed through Muraki's mind. Muraki withdrew a pack of cigarettes and lit one. He ran fingers through his hair as Nagare tried again.
"If it is a matter of money, then I can pay you any price." Muraki exhaled.
"You know my conditions. It's not a matter of money Nagare," Muraki removed his glasses and flashed his glace eye across to Nagare with a large shark grin, "It's a matter of sacrifices." Nagare went stiff. His face remained expressionlessly, but he felt the chills that Muraki could easily send down his spine.
"Fine. In exchange for everyday."
"I'm a busy doctor, Nagare. At the most I'll come once every other week." Muraki inhaled and slowly exhaled waiting for Nagare to oppose.
"What else do you want." Nagare stated more then asked.
"That boy of yours. He must be lonely, being the only heir of yours. He's quite a shy cute little thing. I would like to spend time with him. Then I will do my check up once every week." Nagare's face showed a flash of anger for a moment.
"The boy in exchange for your services." Nagare stared at his hands that were folded atop his lap. "You also wish for sacrifices." Nagare sighed knowing this was futile. "I will agree, although none of your extra services must be known and traced back to the Kurosaki family." Muraki smiled, he knew very well the weaknesses of the human heart. He picked up his bag and stood turning to go, but was stopped. "However Muraki, if you shame the Kurosaki name by defiling my son," Nagare's eyes lifted to glare at the back of Muraki's head, "Then I will kill you myself." Muraki smiled, exhaling his cigarette.
"You have a deal, Lord Kurosaki." The demon picked up his coat and exited leaving Nagare emotions of hatred clearly upon his face.