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Be A Doll And Take A Stroll Under The Moon With Me

Based on the manga/anime: Yami no Matsuei(Descendents of Darkness)

Pairing: MurakiXHarry

Chapter Warnings: Murder, MaleXMale Sex

Twiddling his thumbs while hanging off the edge of the couch, Harry was bored again. At least he could thank Godric that Ron had returned back to normal... Well, as close as his best mate could get to that high standard. The youngest male Weasley had gone off to practice for quidditch. At an off campus location with the team. And while Harry probably should have gone he had one too many paragraphs to write on his paper to go with them. Now he had finished his homework and his mind was idle again, used only for staring at the ceiling and trying to count the correct amount of stars on the inner roof. He sighed heavily as he gazed over at Hermione, he still hadn't openly accused her of placing a spell on their friend, but he was beginning to think it had been one of those things that Ron tried to do to impress her, but ultimately failed at keeping with it. Anyway, now she appeared to be reading yet another different comic book titled, Descendents of Darkness. When Harry had asked her for a brief explanation, she had said something like this,

"It's about Shinigami or Guardians of death, kinda like Angels of Death. They work for the department of Hades. The main character is paired with an unfeeling brat who was cursed by a crazy doctor who is obsessed with dolls... and killing. Anyway, if you want to know more you should probably read it," Harry rolled his eyes. Although he didn't like reading, exploring the pages of the books he spelled himself into was fun. Reaching over to the pile of books she had stacked next to the easy chair, he grabbed the one off the top of the stack and thumbed through it. The art was nice and the faces of the characters were even nicer. Such handsome, yet childish bodies and personalities took him by surprise. Hermione conveniently paused her reading and left the room to go somewhere that was not known to Harry. Taking the swift opportunity at hand, Harry took the book to his room and decided that this Yami no Matsuei would hold his next adventure...

But what Harry hadn't decided on was what kind of adventure he wanted, he certainly hadn't wanted to be attacked in an alleyway and left for dead upon his arrival. His whole body ached from head to toe, he was pretty sure his arm was broken... or at least something was broken. Groaning, Harry tried to sit up, but he didn't have enough strength to bend at the waist. Harry closed his eyes, this can't really be the end to my story... could it? When he opened his eyes to stare at the dark, moonless sky, Harry found that a heavenly specter shown his light over his bruised and beaten body. Oh great... Now I'm hallucinating. The platinum haired man, who wore a pure white trench coat, hoisted Harry from the cold ground and carried him away... to heaven? Mum, Dad, here I come. Harry could no longer remain conscious and everything faded to black.

Awaking to find himself in an unfamiliar room, Harry sat up with a groan and held his head. At the noise, a sliding paper door opened nearby and in came his savior with a small tray of items.

"You should be more careful when wandering around at night. Luckily for you, nothing was broken. How do you feel?" Harry blinked at his platinum angel for a moment. So I wasn't delirious last night? The man smiled at him as Harry only stared. Trying a different approach the man tried again. "My name is Doctor Kazutaka Muraki, what is yours?" Harry was brought out of his thoughts by the introduction,

"Ah! Yes I'm..." Harry deliberated with himself about giving his real name out so casually.

"Hmm... Perhaps the damage to your head was more severe than I first thought," setting down the tray, a gloved hand carefully inspected Harry's head for bumps or bruises. Wincing slightly as the doctor dabbed some medicine onto a possible wound, Harry blushed when he heard his stomach gurgle. Smiling, Muraki stood and said he would go procure some breakfast. After he left the room, Harry sighed, and here I thought I'd have an adventure, not get taken care of by a beautiful doctor... Maybe this isn't so bad though.

Harry rested for most of the day, when evening fell, Muraki woke Harry up to tell him that he had other business to attend to, Harry only nodded and went back to sleep. He slept deeply for about two hours, only to be awakened by nightmares of the past that seemed to haunt him no matter where he was. Getting up, Harry found that he could walk easily, and so decided to take a stroll in his... new clothes. The moon was high in the sky already when Harry left the small outbuilding of what appeared to be a hospital. Walking past the front gates he headed up a hill to get a sense of his surroundings.

The night was dark as the clouds covered the moon in that moment as Harry stood there upon the hill. The sky suddenly parted and the bright, full moon cast it's eerie glow on a piece of metal that sparkled and caught Harry's eye. He then saw it was a knife, raised in the air, poised to kill. Only watching as the cruel deed was done, he saw the blood jump from the veins and ventricles as it splashed upon the murderous face of an unusually pale facade. Turning, Harry could identify that face as the one and only Doctor Muraki. But... why? He was so kind to me. The good doctor walked the short distance to stand in front of Harry. Completely in shock, the boy could only stare back at the unfeeling face as he brought a hand and tilted Harry's chin up to look him in the eye.

"Little boys should not be out this late," he leaned close enough to be only a breath away from Harry's ear, "perhaps I should teach you why it is not wise for young ones to stay out when the moon is high and the night is full," taking advantage of the stunned state of his captive, Muraki lowered his body to the ground and tore the loose kimono from his body as he himself removed his own trench coat. "Your body... it is like a dolls, ivory as the full moon, fragile like glass, and so beautiful that it must be savored and treasured slowly... to the bitter end of its existence," Muraki graced the skin below his fingertips with light traces and patterns of touch. Harry felt as if his mind was in a daze, similar to the one he had experienced after his beating in the alleyway, but this time it was not from blood loss, more like from lack of oxygen. He realized he wasn't breathing at all and so took a large gasp of air that startled Muraki, but also made him chuckle. "Perhaps, you are trying to become one, my ningyou," he licked a path with his tongue that started at Harry's neck and ended near just at his belly button. Harry arched into the touch as the hazy feeling returned, but it seemed that no manner of breathes would cure this unearthly cloud that had descended upon his mind. All Harry could do was stare at the man who completely manipulated his body for his own obscure objectives. There was a moment where Muraki whispered things that Harry could not hear, or even try to understand, but his body felt stiff, but yet so alive after the words were spoken. Harry's body responded to every small touch and probe that Muraki could give him. Eventually, Muraki had enough and began to take over in earnest, entering Harry in a way that made the raven haired boy's eyes roll back in his head to a certain degree. The pleasure was intense, but the air seemed to choke all of Harry's thoughts out of his head. What remained was only that of a shell of a toy which was soon to be broken and fixed by the doctor's own hands. Harry was only slightly aware that his time with Muraki had ended as the man looked over him with a cunning eye.

"Doctor... I think... I think I love you," the smile that Muraki's face held was cruel. It was as if Harry had told him some secret which he would now spread to the entire world. Leaning in close, the doctor whispered in the bespectacled lad's ear,

"It is a pity I hold no feelings for you," raising the blade aloft Muraki stabbed Harry through the chest. For a moment there was an intense burning sensation followed by a sense of complete numbness.

When Harry awoke, he found himself laying on his bed, but he felt cold... almost hollow... like a doll. Touching his chest, Harry found no sign of the wound that had ended his time in that book, but he could still feel a dull ache deep within him, a small pain that continued on even after he fell asleep underneath the covers.

Kind of a rip off of what happens to Hisoka, but whatever it works... and it makes for a great scene setup for a oneshot chapter.

Also, for those of you who don't know ningyou means "doll" in japanese.

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