Rose Doll

Warning: Muraki, Saki, rape attempt and Hisoka just having a really, bad day.

Chapter 2

"That idiot." Hisoka fumed as he stumped around, mind blazing in fury at his partner. "I tell him to ask the desk clerk for information, and what does he do? Goes out to lunch with her!"

He threw up his hands, looking much like a child throwing a tantrum. He turned the corner of the orchard behind the hotel, not caring that he was walking farther and farther away from what Tsuzuki considered safety. Who cared what Tsuzuki thought anyway he humped.

He collided with a body and would have fallen if it wasn't for the arms embracing his body. He looked up, eyes widening at the mismatched eyes of Muraki.

"You should watch where you're going Bouya." The man said. He seemed, distracted, with the way he looked around, voice not as concentrated as it usually was.

"Let go of me." Hisoka demanded but was only pulled closer and he was close to panicking when he sensed it, that horrible evil. His stomach turned and his head pounded as the presence drew closer.

"M-Muraki." He gasped and was faintly surprised when the man pulled him against his chest, one hand tilting up his chin so that he was looking up into his face. He looked, unusually serious, nothing to suggest that this was really Muraki, the one who always smiled as he played mind games with his victims.

"You have seen it." It wasn't a question but a statement and the boy knew that he was talking about the demon still approaching. He felt compelled to answer somehow.

"Yes." He whispered, wondering when his voice had started to sound so breathless.

"Tell me Doll." The doctor said, and it was said in an affectionate kind of way that would have baffled the boy if his head hadn't been spinning like one of those merry-go-rounds. "What do you sense?"

"Hate, vengeance, lust." The boy gasped, never realizing how he leaned against the doctor's chest. "Amusement, annoyance, curiosity, bloodlust, the desire to destroy." He mumbled, sensing so many things, and Enma, how many things did this thing feel?

His eyes, along with Muraki's looked and there it was, red eyes glinting as it watched them. It was tall, body strong and lithe with long arms and sharp talons and teeth, hair long and silver, fur as black as night.

It laughed, and it seemed to strike at something inside of Muraki because the doctor's face twisted from its expressionless façade, a snarl forming on normally smiling lips.

The demon tsked and finally spoke, its voice surprisingly smooth, compared to its body. "Still so expressive Kazutaka."

Muraki's eyes widened and it almost looked like the doctor would actually faint, but his expression did not match the strength of his grip as it tightened around the boy in his arms.

Hisoka flinched as Muraki's iron control of his emotions cracked, allowing emotions Hisoka had never felt before from him escape. It was that fragile little secret that the doctor had kept locked away.

"Saki." The doctor whispered and the last shield around Muraki's emotions gave away and the empath was treated to the man's horrid mind.

Muraki's complete attention was quickly swiped by the screaming, twisting boy in his arms, and realizing what was happening, slammed his shields up with a muttered curse, but it was already too late, his doll was now unconscious.

"Ah, your little doll seems broken." Came the mocking voice of his most hated enemy. His brother, Saki.

"I'll tell you what." The demon continued, ignoring the very hateful look he received in return. "Since I like you so much, I'll let you and your little doll, see my humble adobe, and please enjoy, it's quite the treat."

Muraki's eyes widened but there was nothing he could do as his vision went black. But he could have sworn that he had heard Tsuzuki's voice.

………………..

Upon waking, the first thing Muraki noticed were the large trees blocking most of the sunlight. He slowly sat up, taking notice of the boy in his lap. They were in some kind of forest, and they had a cave a little ways away. At least Saki cared enough to give them shelter. The doctor sneered at the thought.

Getting to the cave was no trouble. His doll had never been a big person, and he never would get any heavier either. Why he cared enough to bring the boy, he didn't know. It was getting colder the darker it got, he had on his coat but his doll didn't. He settled the boy against one wall of the cave and stood, leaving without a second glance. He needed to know just how bad their situation was.

…………..

He seemed to be sleeping a lot lately, he realized, as he opened his eyes. It was cold, so cold that his body jerked and shivered, and all he could do was curl up, teeth chattering. Confusion swirled around his mind as he stared at the dark walls of what looked to be a cave. Where was he? What had happened? The last thing he remembered was….his breath hitched as panic settled and he was about to do something, what, he didn't know, when a soft voice cut through the deathly silence of the cave.

"Come here Bouya." The boy's body tightened around himself as his head snapped around to look with wide eyes at the wall directly across from him.

Muraki sat, body leaned against it, eyes closed and face relaxed. Hisoka stared at the man for a long time as it slowly became apparent that he was alone with Muraki.

"Come here Bouya." The man said again, but this time a tinge of annoyance colored his tone and Hisoka could feel it too, the soft echo of madness held back only by his anger. It frightened him, causing him to edge even farther against the wall.

Muraki's eyes snapped open, glinting with barely suppressed fury to glare icily in his direction.

"I said to get over here doll, and I won't tell you again." He hissed and Hisoka barely suppressed a whimper, before he slowly edged forward, forcing his tired body across the stone floor. When he got within reaching distance, a white clad arm flung out and snatched him up and he couldn't stop the startled cry that escaped his lips as he was pulled snugly against Muraki's side.

He sat there, terrified out of his mind, but he couldn't help but notice how warm the doctor was. It almost seemed as if he cared, but Hisoka knew that that wasn't the case, it was just necessary.

He wished that Tsuzuki was there, that he was the warmth he was so closely pressed against. His poor partner must be crawling up the walls with worry.

After awhile, it was quite obvious that the doctor was asleep, and the boy could not resist the urge to look up at him. Muraki looked innocent. His face was pale in the small shimmering light of the moon that filtered into the cave, seeming to glow, and slack.

How could he look so pure, how could he be so untouched in sleep from the horrors of his actions during the day? Why…he slowly reached forward, driven by a curiosity he never had known he held for the doctor and touched that pale face, amazed at how soft it was. Was this, what Oriya saw in Muraki? This one, tiny little shred of innocence, the only innocence this man could ever possess?

His fingers seemed to hold a mind of their own as they traveled, touching cheeks and jaw and forehead, searching for something…Muraki was awake. So intent in his search, he had not noticed those mismatched eyes open.

His fingers paused over their position on the doctor's jaw, green eyes widening in horror. Muraki didn't move, didn't speak, only looked at him with calm eyes. They seemed strange to him, somehow, different than they usually were. They stared at each other for a long time before those eyes closed and the doctor's head slumped back in slumber.

Hisoka numbly withdrew his hand, staring at his fingers. Why had he done that….why had he felt like doing that? Hisoka did not sleep that night.

…………

There was nothing familiar. Were they even anywhere near Nagasaki? Hisoka stood, staring blankly around him, feeling small, exposed, feeling lost and alone. But he wasn't alone, he thought as he turned to look behind him. Muraki had found, much to Hisoka's bafflement, a stream or river somewhere, and had caught them some fish.

It smelled good, though he wondered what the man was supposed to be using to add flavor. He turned away and looked up, spotting a great trail of smoke, then looked back and saw the little puffs of smoke from the cooking fish. He debated on whether or not he should mention it to Muraki. His common sense won out over his personal desire and he cleared his throat nervously.

"M-Muraki…uh…" What the hell had happened to his vocabulary? He heard the rustling of clothes and the soft thuds of footsteps. He stood carefully still, biting his lip as he felt the man behind him.

"What is it bouya?" He finally gathered his courage and turned. "There must be people over in that direction." He pointed, watching as the man frowned, eyes narrowing in thought.

"That must be where Saki is." He murmured.

"Who's Saki?" Everything seemed to go real silent and he knew then, that he had asked the wrong question.

Those eyes blazed in his direction, burning with something dark. He had no time to do anything but cry out in pain as he was viciously backhanded, sending him crashing onto the ground with painful force.

He laid there, tears stinging his eyes along with his cheek and jaw, mind swirling with the emotions that one touch had installed into his body.

A hand reached down and lifted him up, the boy flinching as it did so. Once on his feet, he looked up hesitantly and was surprised at the very slight apologetic look on the doctor's face. Muraki gave him a small push in the direction of the still cooking fish. "Eat." He ordered softly and Hisoka took this time to get as far away from the doctor as he could.

As he took a small bite out of the surprisingly tasty fish speared on a stick, he wondered about the strange look on Muraki's face. The doctor couldn't have been sorry, had never been before when he hurt him. There was something about this situation that was bugging the usually calm doctor.

And it all had to do with Saki….the boy paused, suddenly remembering what the doctor had called the demon, and the feelings that had flooded him. What was Saki's importance? What was so special about him, that Muraki would get so emotional over him?

Sighing, the boy glanced down at his fish, slightly amused at the tiny bites that barely pierced its flesh. He had never eaten much, especially after being locked up in the cellar and after falling sick. And even in death he still couldn't. And Tsuzuki had always found it necessary to try to stuff him with food, which never worked. How he missed his partner…

He looked at his fish again, determining that he wasn't going to finish it and placed it down, uncaring that he was wasting perfectly good food. He stared into the small fire, lost in thought when he was once again jerked to his feet.

He froze, thinking that Muraki was angry about the wasted fish, which was really a silly thought, but he was panicking at the moment so it didn't matter how weird the thought was. Instead, the doctor pushed him and he was forced to grab onto a tree to keep himself from falling.

He steadied himself and turned, unable to keep the glare from his face. Muraki's hand caught his jaw and squeezed eyes hard and angry. The boy could not do anything but look into those eyes, memorized, but not in a good way.

The doctor's eyes wandered down his body and the boy shivered, hating that gaze that was so intent upon him. Finally, the man dropped his hand and turned away, and began walking in the direction of the cloud of smoke. "Come."

Hisoka hesitated but followed. He hated this man, but it was better than staying alone. Besides, disobeying the doctor in this kind of mood wasn't a good idea.

………….

Annoyance was one of many emotions he felt, and most of them were because of Saki. He took a quick glance behind him, where the boy walked a couple of feet away, not to close but not to far either. This action, and the sulking look on his doll's face made his lips lift very slightly in amusement.

Hisoka wondered how long it would take for him to be eaten if something decided to jump out at him. He could see nothing but trees and bushes, and plants, and it scared him, not to be able to fully watch his surroundings. He felt trapped in a world he was unfamiliar with surrounded and with his murderer right in front of him.

It was annoying in itself how annoying his life, and after life was. People always said that fate or destiny or whatever was a bitch, but Hisoka didn't believe in that. He wanted nothing better than to blame fate, but it was people that made life difficult, they made their own choices, walked their own paths, and generally made living for other people very difficult.

A sound to his left caught the boy's attention and he paused midstep, green eyes searching the foliage intently, and ears straining to hear any more noises. It was then he realized, how quiet everything was, not the silence when nothing was nearby, but the silence right before something bad happened.

He focused his attention on one particular bush, feeling something. It sort of felt like a strange kind of patience, something intent and anxious and ready to strike. Hisoka's eyes widened and it was his empathy, only his empathy that saved him from getting sliced open.

He stumbled, falling roughly to the ground. He rolled, hurriedly trying to regain his feet, but the creature was fast, springing upon his body and sinking sharp teeth into his shoulder.

For all intents and purposes, that bite should not have hurt as much as it did. His very soul felt as if it were on fire, and it hurt so much that he could not even scream. His mind cleared instead of clouding, like normal and he felt everything, how his soul quivered and then seemed to recede. And then the creature was off of him and he knew it was because of Muraki but he couldn't focus and he hurt so much.

Muraki glanced blankly at the dead demon on the ground, staring at it for a long time before turning his attention to his doll. He picked the boy up and looked over him. The boy's already pale skin was deathly pale with a sickly tinge of grey.

His eyes were closed and his chest heaved heavily as he gasped painfully. The doctor frowned. The wound on the boy's shoulder was not bleeding. He could see the deep puncture wounds but no blood flowed from them, and it wasn't healing.

His eyes widened, the narrowed as he looked at the demon's corpse again. It wasn't a normal demon, not the kind that liked to eat human or even demon flesh, but a spirit demon, that attacked the spirit and soul, and shinigami were nothing but souls, taking a human form. To have even a little of their souls sucked up like that…

There was nothing he could do, but wait to see if the boy's shinigami powers would kick in and try to repair the damage. He stared down at the boy in his arms and closed his eyes.

He was awake. He could see, but he could not move, or even stop himself from gasping because it seemed so hard to get air into his aching body. He knew that Muraki was carrying him, could feel the doctor's chest against his cheek and the calm, almost fluid feelings.

There was no darkness, no anger, nothing but calm and it felt so good against his jilted mind. He wanted to react, wanted to protest because he didn't want to be near this man, especially this close, held and cradled against the doctor's chest as if treasured, but he could not, could not even get anything but gasps of pain out of his mouth.

…………….

When he awoke, he was not in Muraki's arms but in a bed. He blinked in bewilderment and tried to move. He was pleasantly surprised when he could lift his arms, just barely.

"Oh, isn't he adorable!" Hisoka's eyes roamed the room until he spotted the source of the voice. She was a demon, he could tell with how unnatural she looked with light purple skin and long, twisted horns stretching from her head. She had to be the most humanoid demon he had ever seen.

"He's very adorable." A deeper, harsher voice said and Hisoka locked eyes with it. The demon's skin was light blue with equally light eyes and hair. He was handsome in a way but something in his eyes frightened Hisoka. He felt something on the edges of his empathy but could not quite figure out what it was.

The female's emotions were easy to tell, light and happy with a hint of something dark, but the male's were undetectable.

Muraki swept in with the air of someone that owned whatever and wherever he was near and Hisoka could not help but feel relief, because he was not alone and defenseless.

The doctor stopped besides the bed and stared down at him before turning to look at their demon hosts. His eyes narrowed and his lips pursed.

Hisoka felt as the female became nervous, her hands twisting and sweat forming and then he felt determination take over.

"Oh, I have to show you how wonderful this place is!" She giggled and grabbed Muraki's hand twining their fingers together. Hisoka flinched at the large burst of annoyance from the man, but instead of showing it, the man simply smiled, hair falling beautifully over his slitted eyes.

"Ah, Misako-kun, I would love to see what places you have in mind." His voice was as smooth as silk and extremely charming to anyone that didn't know how he really was.

The female, however, didn't know this and giggled, her cheeks flushing and making the skin look horrible with red and purple clashing together.

Hisoka could only watch as the two left, the door sounding awfully loud as it closed behind them. His eyes immediately settled on the male demon, feeling wary beyond belief to find those eyes locked on him.

The feelings that had been so unreadable before became clear suddenly. Nothing but full, overwhelming lust.

The boy tried to scramble up as the demon approached but it proved futile as his body refused to budge. Clawed hands roughly pinned his wrists above his head, puncturing deep wounds into them. A pair of strong thighs straddled him, squeezing, causing him to flinch. Pale blue eyes raked hungrily over his body, a smile twisting those lips that was anything but nice.

"It's a shame your friend didn't realize what kind of demons we are." He said, tone light and teasing like this was a normal conversation. The boy swallowed thickly, body shaking in barely suppressed fear, eyes watering at the overwhelming feelings.

"We need sex to survive." The demon chirped suddenly, hands letting go of his wrists to trace little circles on his stomach. It didn't matter anyway, because he could hardly move to stop him.

"Get off!"

"You're not in any position to stop me yourself, so I really don't see why I should listen to you." And he drove this point home by jerking the covers off Hisoka's legs, spreading them and forcefully forcing himself between them. His mouth clamped over his, pushing past his lips with his tongue and gleefully explored.

He was losing his mind. He could feel it slipping way, retreating from such vile emotions, emotions that felt so similar from that night so long ago. He could see it, blood red moon shining down on sakura petals that fluttered and fell, soaring so slowly like a small, fragile hour glass whispering how your time was up.

He felt hips thrusting roughly against his and he slipped away even more because suddenly he wasn't in the bed with the demon, but pinned under the Sakura Tree, wrists twisted and tied by his own traitorous clothes, blood coating his skin and painting himself a beautiful portrait of a shattered doll, lying helplessly as his master put on his strings.

He remembered that first thrust that wrung a long, broken scream from his aching, burning throat, the way trickles of blood dripped down his legs, staining the rich earth and he remembered thinking at that very moment how he wished he could bleed more, so he could die just that much faster, but the curse took care of that. Those sensual blood red lines running jagged all over his body, proof of where he had been touched, how he had been touched.

"Well, well, you seem to be having fun." That voice almost as familiar as his own broke through everything and he was back in the bed, watching as the demon pulled away from him, and he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the look of fear on that face, and the feel of it settling deep within its chest.

Muraki smiled at him, holding out the female demon's head as if holding out a gift, eyes twinkling with delight.

"You know, if you wanted to trick me into leaving my doll here for you, you shouldn't have been so obvious about it." He shrugged as if to say 'your loss' and dropped the head, stepping over it and to the demon. His hand shot out, catching it by the neck and dragging it off of Hisoka.

The doctor was still smiling, but it was malicious and his eyes equally so. "But I suppose I must thank you. I've been wanting to kill something for so long now."

Hisoka watched with dull eyes, ears ringing with the pitch of the demon's screams. Blood splattered across the floor and walls and it was kind of pretty. He smiled slightly, tears slipping freely from his eyes. He really was losing his mind, if he thought the sight of Muraki splattered in blood, was beautiful.