Eternity's Heir: I decide to upload the Prologue and Chapter One together. I hope you enjoy and remember to Review!
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-Chapter One: Genesis-
--Some people say that dreams are one persons view into another's life.--
"Hisoka!"
Pale eye lids spring open, revealing dark jade eyes. The boy's blonde hair is sticking to his forehead due to sweat. His breathing is labored and ragged.
"Hisoka?"
A soft voice comes from beside him, a moment later a figure with dark brown hair and amethyst eyes leans over him. Their eyes meet, confused jade staring into worried amethyst.
"Hisoka? Daijoubu desu ka?"
After a moment Hisoka regains his breath.
"T..Tsuzuki? What?"
Tsuzuki lets out a sigh, "Arigato Kami!" He sits back, "You really had me worried. You were screaming and twitching and..." Tsuzuki begins to trail off as Hisoka sit up, covers falling down to his waist.
"Ano. Hisoka?"
The blonde blinks and turns to his partner, "Hm?" he mutters softly. "Wha--?" he freezes in his motion, eyes widening slightly. An uncomfortable silence spreads over the room. In one fluid motion Hisoka pulls the cover up to his neck and rolls onto his side, back facing Tsuzuki.
The brunette stares at the blonde unsure of what to do. He had seen IT there was no doubt in his mind that he hadn't.
Demo...if it was about HIM then...
Tsuzuki pauses, He said a name. The brunette tries to remember the events that just trespassed; an invisible light bulb appears over his head.
"Ano, Hisoka?"
Tsuzuki asks softly as he lays back down, facing the other male. The blonde boy doesn't respond so he moves closer, and hesitantly wraps his arms around the younger mans' waist.
"Hisoka?"
Hisoka stiffens as he feels Tsuzuki's arms wrap around him. A blush passes over his face; he tires his best to ignore the brunette. After a good five minutes of silence and Tsuzuki's concern hammering on the blonde's mental shields; Hisoka gives in and relaxes in Tsuzuki's embrace.
"'Soka?"
Tsuzuki asks, a tad startled by the movement of the younger man.
"Hm?"
The brunette takes a deep breath as he tightens his grip on the blonde.
"Who's Dante-sama?"
A shiver runs through Hisoka, as he reaches down intertwining his hand with Tsuzuki's.
"I'm not sure."
The blonde mutters as he turns around in the brunette's embrace. Their eyes meet.
"What do you mean?"
Hisoka moves a little closer, snuggling into the taller's chest.
"I didn't get a face or anything. The name just came to me..." he trails off, "How did you...?"
A soft smile passes over Tsuzuki's features.
"You yelled the name out just before you woke up."
A sigh escapes the blonde's lips. A long moment of comfortable silence falls over the room; Tsuzuki is slowly running a hand trough Hisoka's wheat colored hair. The blonde mumbles into the elder's chest.
"What?"
Hisoka pulls away slightly.
"I...I dreamed about Muraki."
He pulls back staring into the brunette's eyes.
"I know."
The blonde shakes his head. "No. It wasn't about THAT night."
"Demo...demo...the baichi."
Tsuzuki mutters, motioning to the younger's upper torso, at the dark red pattern.
A shiver passes over the smaller's form.
"I know...but..."
Hisoka takes a deep breath, "He was there but he didn't touch me or anything. He just talked, little at that, and most of it was in riddles."
Tsuzuki is silent; he stops stroking the blonde's hair and pulls the covers back.
"Wha! Tsuzuki!"
The smaller yells, reaching for the covers. But Tsuzuki holds them just out of reach, standing up beside the bed.
Hisoka blushes deeply but glares at the taller man, whom stares back, expression unreadable.
"Tsuzuki! What are---Mmmmmpphh!"
The blonde begins as his lips are claimed by the brunettes'. Their tongues pass over each others, rolling and licking. After a few minutes they break apart, breathing heavily. They stare into each others eyes; Tsuzuki slowly bends down, trailing kisses down the younger's' neck. The blonde glances at the clock, he slowly pushes his hands against the brunette's chest. As if getting the message, Tsuzuki reluctantly pulls away.
"What?"
Hisoka sighs, "We don't have time for THIS." he mutters, blush deeping; he notices absently that the pattern on his torso has mostly vanished.
A wide smile forms on Tsuzuki's lips, "Whoever said we would be doing IT here?" he asks softly.
"Wha!"
The blonde yells as Tsuzuki pulls him off the bead and towards the bathroom. As the door closes, sunlight begins to intrude the room. Illuminating the silken bed sheets, upon which lays a deep green feather.
-End Chapter One-