Chapter 2
Michiko-michan: Yayy! Chapter two is here!
Tsuzuki: Whoa, you're so positive Michi! Not many persons have such energy! (Smile)
Muraki: If only my beloved could smile like that for me…
Watari: Sucks to be you! (Grins)
Michiko-michan: This is what happens when you eat three chocolate bars in a row! Heheh! And the reviewers have helped me out a lot!
Oriya: Can you really eat that much and not get sick?
Michiko-michan: Nonsense! It's just the tip of the iceberg!! And chocolate is my antidepressant don't you know? Without chocolate I would have been eating tablets or something...Those things I will make you eat Tsu!
Tsuzuki: …The chocolates or those pills?
Michiko-michan: Choose whatever you want but I just want to say one thing…
Tatsumi: Don't spend your money on such wasteful things!!
Watari: Tatsumi? When did you get here??
Muraki: How irritating. The way I figure it, the world would be soo much better without you and that boy and then you just have to go and ruin it all by strolling in...
Hisoka: I am back you know. Just so I can make your face disappear from this world, you pervert!!
Terazuma: Tsuzuki!! This is the day when you will fall to the ground!
Oriya Muraki: Who's that?
Watari: A very big idiot, that's who. Show him 'Suki! Ten thousand yen on you!
Tsuzuki: Anytime, anywhere! But I must warn you; I won't hold back!
Muraki: I do love it when Mr. Tsuzuki is like this...
Tatsumi: Pervert...
Hisoka: What about me?
Everybody: Shut up and go back to Miyajima!
Michiko-michan: Stop it!! All of you who are not the main characters go away!! You're giving me a headache!
Tsuzuki: Yeah everybody just go! And take Muraki with you!
Muraki: That's very mean of you dearest. No can do however, since this is my POV… Well half of it anyway. (Grin)
Michiko-michan: You heard him, now everybody please enjoy this chapter. I'm going to lie down and just sleep for the rest of this day! Brownies for y...(snore)
Muraki
"They say that when a demon meets an angel of light, the angel can take the demon up to heaven and make that demon the most glorious of them all."
I have re-read this text so many times that my memory of the first reading is starting to fade. To think that a little paragraph in a book in an ordinary bookshelf from the time in the university still remains in my memory… It is truly amazing. I'm actually not much for reading fiction but at that time, well you could eat anything up just to get out of the university.
And here I am, at the famous Kokakuro with only those crazy girls and my friend Oriya for company. Things, you can imagine, are very boring now ne? What other competing thoughts might I have to fill up my days?
So many times I have thought of just killing some innocent person just to draw my beloved to me but I have managed to restrain my erstwhile desire at the last moment. Why, I cannot wholly explain. The urge to kill as it were appears to have simply abandoned my body as of late. I cannot say for sure whether I am relieved by this or disappointed. It certainly makes my efforts to reacquaint myself with my precious Guardian of Death that little more complicated, that much is certain.
How many times have I killed and been soaked by the innocents blood just to satisfy myself? To get strength from the moon and get the blessing for the revenge of my hateful brother Saki. But somehow my lust for revenge disappeared when the last piece of him burned down in the fire of Touda.
The only thing that seemed to keep myself alive. Or so I had thought...
Flashback
"You are truly stupid." The longhaired man said and looked at me with angry eyes.
"Am I? You shouldn't talk so much Oriya. You're not quite a saint yourself, you know?"
"At least I am not an idiot who can't see that what he loves is right in front of him and it's definitely not Saki on whom his mind lingers!!" He said and snorted "I'm not blinded by revenge so that makes me higher than you."
"Love is an illusion Oriya and I understand if you're angry but-"
"Open your eyes Kazutaka! Look at this. I managed to save this when I found you in that lab!" He roared and threw me a piece of paper, almost disdainfully as though he were glad to be rid of it.
He stormed out from the room and curious despite myself, I picked the thing up to take a closer look at it.
It was the photograph. The picture of my beloved from my grandfathers' file. The only thing I ever had of him was now a little bit burnt on the side but still not destroyed.
Symbolic, wouldn't you say?
Beloved where are you?
What was Oriya trying to say? Even though Mr. Tsuzuki was the only one I ever possessed affection for didn't mean that I was in love with him. Or was I? But what should I do if that were the case? He wouldn't even look at me now, assuming he had survived the fire of course. The only thing I remember was that I woke up from that cold slumber after he had stabbed me and I saw him, sitting there and gazing at his loyal Shikigami, with such a distant look in his beautiful, somber eyes. The same look like in the photograph. That utterly defeated and sad look. Making me want to run away with him and try to end that pain of his.
I guess I was just seeing things but I thought I saw a woman too, like a spirit in front of him and gently she placed her hand on his cheek and he suddenly seemed to register her presence. He looked at her and smiled a smile I never seen before. A loving smile.
A smile that seems to never be just for me, I thought, jealousy breathing over my heart.
Then I heard that boy and I guess Mr. Tsuzuki did too because he turned his head away for just a moment and when he turned back she was gone. His eyes became distant again but filled with tears and I blacked out. My body didn't have the strength anymore but my mind was still wandering in a dream.
Suddenly I woke up again but I didn't feel the heat from the fire. Only coldness like I was sleeping in a poorly heated bed.
On the edge of that poorly heated bed sat Oriya with a worried look on his face as he carefully monitored my every move.
It took some patience but I soon recovered from my wounds and now I was feeling pretty much myself again and I was planning to return to my work at the Tokyo general hospital as soon as I could. Only because my dear but ever so annoying friend said that I should and now I'm waiting on him and one of his girls to join me back on the trip to Tokyo.
Talk about boring, I would rather search for Mr. Tsuzuki and give him thousands of roses that would match his beauty.
Maybe they wouldn't be enough to match him… No… not all the roses in this world could.
"Come on you sly doctor-cutie, we're going to be late!"
If only Oriya didn't take that girl with him. She's so vulgar and annoying. I should have objected from the beginning about this. I hadn't the patience to tolerate the long drive from Kyoto to Tokyo with that woman, without succumbing to an almost irrepressible urge to kill her. Well that should draw Mr. Tsuzuki to me ne? Not that there would have been much left to find after Oriya was through with me.
"Muraki? We should get going now and by the way she's sitting in the back, so you can bloody well wipe that scowl off of your face." Oriya said, carrying some bags out the front door of Kokakuro and throwing them in the trunk of the car.
"What are you doing?" I asked politely, feeling a slight rage running in my veins.
"I'm going to stay at your house for a while and don't say anything because you have been in my place too long and now it's my turn. Fair's fair." He said and tried to close the boot. I grabbed a hold of it to prevent him from getting any further along with it.
"It's fine but that woman shall not be in my house on the condition that you wish to keep her alive." I said calm but inside I could feel my temper slowly rising. Had my beloved affected me with his temper?
"Don't worry about that. She'll be at Mr. Korunai's home for a few days and after that she'll visit her family for a week or two at Tokyo." He said, knocking my hand away so that he could finally shut the trunk. He scratched his hair as he slowly wound his way around the car and slid into the passenger seat.
I took the seat next to him and started the engine. I feel sorry for her family having this strange woman in their house. I could have killed her and make it look like an accident and judging by her personality I could only imagine that they would thank me for it.
Tsuzuki
(A bar in Tokyo)
God I love this place! Full of Sake and good friends! And especially my dear friend Watari! Am I drunk? Why yes I am! Pass the tequila please!
"You had enough?" Watari asked me and glanced at me with a drunken look.
"NOOOO! " I screamed out and shook my empty glass at him.
"GOOD!" He screamed back and filled up his glass and mine together. We drank both quickly and started to laugh soon thereafter.
"I love you so mucho Tsuzakay!" He said and hugged me and the smell of beer came from his breath.
"I love ya too Watajii!" Good grief I'm starting to talk strange… That means that my drunken state have just upped a notch and I will probably black out soon.
I don't know how much I've had but it must have been a fair amount because I could no longer feel the annoying itching that had been teasing the back of my throat all day. I love alcohol!
"Suki, ya know...I've always..luved ya… (Hic) If I'm not having a boyfriend in twenty years I will be yurs!" Watari said, slurring every word of what might have been an otherwise endearing statement. Man… was he drunk!
"It's okay Tari, I'll be yours forevaaa!" I answered and hugged him hard and felt warm inside myself.
This is certainly a loong night. I wonder when the bar was gonna close… Still it was only one o'clock in the morning, which meant plenty of time to kick on! Party, party, party!
"Tsuzuki, it's time too go! We gotta find our hotel! … Or something…" Watari cried out and tugged my arm.
"NO! I wanna stay!" I complained and tried to take his hand from my arm but failed.
Everything came as a blur and I took my bag that was on the pub's floor… Stupid idea of Watari to have those with us. We'll only loose them the more we drink and I don't want to go the hotel, NO!
I felt the cool air when we stumbled outside and Watari started to act even more strangely now that we were standing up. He was wobbling from side to side to be precise.
The sight was so funny that I started to giggle, knowing that Watari was going to be angry that I was laughing at him.
And sure enough. "What the hell are ya giggling 'bout?" He asked and slurred every word, his hand holding tight to his bag and it seemed too heavy for him because his whole body was starting to lean drastically to the left.
I started to laugh and felt my stomach ache. I don't know what had got into me but he looked so funny with his blond hair everywhere and his angry face was priceless. Like a red tomato in the midst of all this blond.
I laughed even more at the thought of a tomato with a blond wig and Watari started to pout.
Suddenly I felt myself lose my balance and I fell backwards, dragging Watari along in my hysterical laughter.
We both landed hard on the footpath and curious I looked up too see who the person was that I had tripped over and it was some kind of guy with long brown hair and the other guy beside him looked so familiar. Very familiar in fact.
Oriya
What in the world? Isn't this the guy that Muraki likes? Well whatever the case he seems to be very drunk and his friend too.
Wait… why do I get this strange feeling when I see that blond guy? He's laughing like there's no tomorrow but I can't seem to take my eyes off of him.
His hair is everywhere and his face is flushed but he's...adorable.
"Mr. Tsuzuki!" I heard next to me. Oh… right, Muraki was with me here and he seemed very happy, to say the least. Hasn't he done enough to Mr. Lavender-eyes?
Apparently not. The lavender-guy started to laugh and his friend dragged him up while he was laughing too.
"Who are yoooouu?" Lavender-eyes asked and pointed at me with his finger. He couldn't quite seem to hold it steady though and it wobbled about all over the place before settling on a point just below my chin and somewhere, I suppose, in the general vicinity of my chest.
"Excuse me?" I asked and tried to understand what he was saying. Good Lord, how I loathe conversing with drunken people. It was enough that time in university when Muraki got drunk and vomited on the- Oh dear god in heaven don't think of that Oriya!
The wobbling people tried to walk away from us, forgetting their bags in their rush to get who the fuck knows where but suddenly the purple-eyed one stopped in his tracks.
He reversed right back to Muraki and his eyes got thinner like he was trying to recognize the man in front of him.
Muraki raised an eyebrow and grinned. He really enjoyed having this purple-eye friend near.
"Watari, this man looks familiar!" He slurred and his blonde friend started to giggle and poke on Muraki.
"He's soft! And all white Tsuzuki!" He stuck his index finger in the air as though an idea had just come to him. "Maybe he's a vanilla candy! I know! Let's eat him!" The blonde said and started to lick his pink lips.
"Mr. Watari, I'm not a vanilla candy." Muraki said calmly and closed his eyes as he apparently went to great effort, to exercise patience.
Watari it was. Right… so it was him I saw when I was fighting with that boy in Kyoto about…. six months ago now. It was that blonde man next to that secretary. Now my memory starts to come back.
A growl was heard next to me and I saw Muraki trying to take Mr. Watari off of his shoulder. The blonde fellow seemed a bit dizzy as did his friend and both seemed to be balancing themselves on either side of Muraki.
"Watari, maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all… You know I'm so drunk… I can't even see… good and stuff." Lavender said and blinked his purple eyes a few times.
"How many fingers?" Mr. Watari asked and put up three fingers in front of the dizzy brunette.
"Fifteen!" He stated and laughed hysterically again and the blond joined him, clutching on to Muraki's shoulder.
Muraki was rather displeased with the attention and with one hand he pushed the man away from his shoulder right in to my arms.
My arms!
Mr. Watari looked at me, nose to nose and with his honey brown eyes starring into mine I was paralyzed.
He smiled a drunken smile and blushed a bit.
"My love..." He murmured out from his delicate lips and a scent of beer and sake filled my lungs.
Still I was in my own little world with the blonde in my arms and not noticing Muraki's question filled look on his face but who cared? I think I'd fallen for this drunkard! He was such a beautiful guardian of death.., I guess I have been with Muraki too long. Now I'm starting to get feelings for a dead person too!
"Eeek! It's Muraki!!"
Mr. Watari and I turned our heads towards the source of the voice and I saw the purple-eyed one was looking at Muraki with a fearsome expression on his beautiful features. Seems to be trouble brewing, to say the least.
I guess Muraki tried to make a move on him and he recognized the behavior pattern, if not the doctor himself.
The man in my arms pulled himself away and stood between Muraki and the brunette, glaring at the doctor.
"One step closer you albino freak and I will transform ya into a… um...bunny!" He said and proudly glanced at the man behind him.
Muraki raised his eyebrow and looked at the flushed blonde with an expression that clearly said 'You're really stupid aren't you?".
The blonde seemed to sense this and got an angry look in his eyes.
"What the fuck ever, man, don't go giving me that high and mighty, I'm so much smarter than you look! You so much as lay one disgusting vanilla finger on my pal and I will make your regret it! I was raised in Osaka, you know!" He stated proudly with his Kansai-dialect.
"I'm feeling dizzy..."Purple-eyes said and started to look to the sky with a pale face.
"Not now, I'm trying to save ya! Be happy!" Mr. Watari said and continued to rattle off another thousand reasons that Muraki should be afraid of him, not noticing his friend falling to the ground behind him.
Ouch… that must have hurt...
Only when he turned around to look at him did he see the blacked out man on the street.
"Tsuzuki! Don't leave me all alone here with him!" He cried out and took one of the garbage cans locks and smashed it on his head after which he promptly fell to the ground, having successfully knocked himself unconscious.
Muraki and I observed this entire bizarre scene with large eyes, not really knowing what to do. But I guess Muraki already had something in his mind because he was walking towards lavender-eyes with a not so innocent gleam in his own silver orbs.
"What are you doing?" I asked wearily as Muraki took his little drunken boy in his arms.
"I'm taking him home." He said this easily, like a little boy taking in a stray puppy and smiled.
"You just can't do that bastard! Haven't you tortured him enough?" I shouted and Muraki raised again for the third time that night, his eyebrow.
Sometimes I just really want to kick the bastard.
"You can take the other man and the bags and I will take Mr. Tsuzuki. Now, come, come you sly man." He said, turning around with his guardian in his arms and I turned around seeing the two bags on the street and the knocked out blondie.
"Shit."
Somewhere in Tokyo
"Master, the letters are sent now. Though it's in the night."
"It's alright. Just so long as they receive them by morning, there is no cause for concern."
"But… if you don't mind my asking, why do you want to send those letters? And especially to such a strange address?"
"Because those people are mine. I know where they are… They are after all the most seductive flowers in my garden. My little innocent white rose and my confident sunflower...How I adore them."
"Petals will once again rain over their bodies. They will cry and scream and try to run away from my grasp once more but I will never let them free from my Eden..."
-EC-
Michiko-michan: Arghh!! I get scared of that person!!
Watari: Then why did you make him up?
Michiko-michan: He was much kinder before he was a little--OMG I'm giving away the story! Quiet Watari!
Watari: (pouts)
Tsuzuki: "Petals will once again rain over their bodies" What the hell is that Michi!? (reads)
Muraki: What a beautiful and adoring image in my mind… You my dearest just lying naked in a silk bed with a rich violet color on it, matching your bewitching eyes, with red rose petals raining over your lean body, pleading to be touched and-
Tsuzuki: Can you shut the hell up!! (blushing)
Michiko-michan: It's like poetry...(awestruck)
Watari: You're blushing! Tsuzuki is blushing! (Points at Tsuzuki)
Oriya: I can see that...(Very tired)
Watari: You seems to be very tired lately… Want me to check you out?!
Oriya: No… Maybe later if we go into a room by ourselves? (Smiles)
Michiko-michan: Don't you dare go in to my bed, that's all I have to say. It's reserved for Tsu and Muraki… You can use the others... (Counts money with Tatsumi)
Watari: That's unfair!
Tsuzuki: What the hell are you talking about dammit! (Blushing even more)
Muraki: Nothing to be ashamed of my little sweet and loveable Mr. Tsuzuki. Your desire for me has just begun. Everybody knows that! So then let me satisfy you for nights on end for the rest of this eternity. …No, not even that would satisfy me..
Tsuzuki: WHAT!?
Muraki: Not enough? Your piercing eyes looks like stars made of amethyst, unreachable for normal people and even gods. Your lips are just as soft as the petals from a single rose, every time I touch your skin it makes me shudder and yearning for more of that sensation. That hair of yours is like silk running through my fingers and when I hear you saying my name I just want to make that voice moan for me alone. The only thing I want is to have you under me, screaming out in pleasure… my sweet darling Asato..
Tsuzuki: ... (Dumbstruck)
Michiko-michan: (Applauds to Muraki)
Watari: Oriya… can't you say words like that to me?!
Oriya: Don't ask me to prattle off that sort of nonsense. He's Muraki. I'm Oriya...
Michiko-michan: Well, thanks for everything and I hope that this chapter has been in your taste. Brownies for everybody and see ya on chapter 3!( I don't know if this chapter was short)