Heyas, sorry it took so giga long, but I have just recommenced going to school and now I HAVE SEVERAL EXTRA THINGS TO PASS MY TIME, WHICH RESULTS IN LESS TIME FOR WRITING, SO ,I HOPE YOURE NOT ALL TOO MAD AT ME.
k, enough ranting
Morality
Muraki was in agonizing rapture, since his object of passion was, before his eyes, so close yet out of reach.
When Tatsumi had appeared, everything went to hell. All his carefully laid plans of courting Asato were squished by that annoying secretary. If he hadn't interrupted, Asato might have rested in his bed by now, but, alas, now he was angry, no, rather mad at both of them and it was again, shadowmasters fault, at least as far as Muraki was concerned.
The target of his longing glances was sitting on the garden bench, reading the latest copy of Harry Potter.
Honestly where has he obtained it?
That question was to remain unanswered, since Asato said he wouldn't allow ANY of them, meaning both, shadow master and him within 10 feet radius of his person.
Well, at least he doesn't get more chances than I.
Another pang of fervor coursed through him, it wasn't Tsuzuki only that brought him to this stage, it was what he was doing that made the ex-doctor tremble with anticipation. He'd never seen the guardian eat before, since in their brief encounters he was so stressed or agitated, that they'd merely exchange a few words, and part yet again, however now.
Does he even know how sexy he looks when he eats?
Definitely, if the guardian was even in slightest bit aware of what he was doing, or rather how he was doing it, he'd consider his actions, however he stayed happily oblivious. However the doctor couldn't help but melt.
Asato was munching on grapes while he was reading, his motions were slowed, so it took time to get the round fruit to his mouth, but that wasn't the end of torment to Muraki. His lush lips parted wetly, taking the juicy fruit in half the way, then nibbling at it slightly and licking the place where juice had surfaced from under the damaged peel with that lovely pink tongue. Then slowly and with consideration, he pushed the fruit deeper inside, until it rested against one of his cheeks and sucked the finger clean of the juice. He was so preoccupied with reading; he didn't notice that Muraki was staring, actually, for some five minutes.
If this wasn't punishment for his sins, then what was?
-"Mr. Muraki, I insist that you stop stalking Mr. Tsuzuki." Sounded from behind doctor. The man glanced over his shoulder challengingly.
-"I though you had an investigation to run, hadn't you?"
-"The same would refer to you. Mr. Muraki."
-"True, however prefer spending my lunch break to gaze upon my desired one." Tatsumi raised an eyebrow at him. Muraki chuckled. "Just look how oblivious he is to what he's doing; he's a natural vamp when he doesn't oppress himself. I wonder how you have been able to keep yourself away from him for this long, especially being his partner. You've definitely let your opportunity slip, Mr. Tatsumi, not smart at all." Tatsumi cleared his throat obviously appalled by such a statement.
-"Don't be ridiculous, Mr. Tsuzuki is a man."
-"But that doesn't stop you from desiring him, does it? That doesn't give you peace at nights, so you wanted to become his guardian instead of a lover, such useless sacrifice, Mr. Tatsumi." A hint of pink hit Tatsumis cheeks, and he gritted his teeth, that was the last straw, Tatsumis hand clasped on the throat of the chuckling white demon, however that didn't stop the mad doctor,
-"Let's say I believe you, shadow master, but tell me, why are you so frustrated then?" Muraki jibed, now a thin trail of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. It was times like these when Tatsumi wished he could kill the pale doctor, permanently. Muraki seemed to realize that.
Finally the secretary got a grip of himself and released the pale man's throat. Before his very eyes it restored its former texture, the shapeless bruises healed leaving unmarred paleness.
-"Unlike you, I didn't become his worse nightmare." He stated knowing it was Murakis weak spot, because it was, also, truth.
-"I don't deny that," He stated, brushing his robe off. "However, Mr. Tatsumi, I've made a lot of progress since then. And gradually, you'll be out of my way." Muraki gave him a cruel smile, turned on his heel and went in an opposite direction leaving the secretary to mull over what he'd said. Tatsumis heart squeezed painfully from the realization that Tsuzuki might not see him as a lover, for all this time he'd never let him suspect it, well, except the moment he'd slipped – the moment when Tsuzukid turned into a female, that might have served as a breakthrough from the stupor in their relationship, but, instead, it divided them even more, giving that bloodthirsty pervert a chance.
What do you find in him, Tsuzuki? Or does he force himself on you? But why do you tolerate his company then? Am I no better? Asato, there was time when I protected you from him. Does he truly understand you better, if he managed getting under your skin? Does he? And now you won't even talk to me.
The thing that unsettled the secretary most of all, was the fact Muraki didn't seem to be distressed by Tsuzukis outburst, as if it was something so natural. He met the insults head on, that bastard, as if they held no value whatsoever. Like distant echoes the memories of that morning floated into his mind.
There Asato was yelling at them both mostly.
It was the attic and Muraki was holding Tsuzuki in his arms. The shadow master was certain that the doctor had forced himself upon His Asato. Then it seemed that he'd misunderstood the situation, but that didn't lessen his anger. So gradually their incisive conversation took the turn to Asato and who wanted what from him until the silent spectator of their clash simply exploded.
-"Stop it this instant you two! I'm not anybody's property per chance you haven't noticed, and what on Earth made you think I'd even be interested in you two? You both fight, but have you ever asked my opinion in this case? Have you? You think that the world is spinning around you! You're both nothing else but selfish, egocentric, manipulative bastards! I trusted you; I hoped that you'd help me through this time, damnit!"
-"You trusted him?"
-"You trusted me?" Muraki and Tatsumi asked in unison. That was when Asato had had about enough, he growled, sound so feral that it sent shivers down Shadowmasters skin, several glass flasks exploded around their petite companion, including a light bulb and a picture frame, shards of glass flew in all directions. However that bastard hadn't had enough.
-"I'm flattered, my fair lady." Muraki stated with a bow and disappeared right before a spoon made way in his direction with such force it embedded in the wooden support beam of the roof. Tsuzukis aim had always been a bit off. Then he set the main rules that he wouldn't allow any of them within 10 feet radius of him and that he wasn't talking to them either.
Muraki took that quite lightly, like he didn't take that as a problem at all. However the moment he tried approaching 'his lovely', Asatod conjured a fire ball that missed his head by inches, smoldering some of his hair and setting a part of attic on fire. Luckily Tatsumid oppressed the flame by shadows. Still Asato claimed that if Muraki did that again, he'd make sure he didn't miss, that seemed to prove him that 'his lovely' was quite serious.
With that Asato disappeared and wasn't in any contact with them for about 2 days until they heard a high-pitched screaming in the morning of the third day.
Asato was white as sheet and trembling a little, Murakid appeared in his room along with Tatsumi and after a short exchange of hatred-filled glares they turned their attention to the terrified beauty in the bed. Tsuzuki was keeping his sheets close to his body and was seriously disturbed by them both appearing right into his bedroom. Without a second word, he bolted to the bathroom as quickly as possible, slamming and locking the door behind him.
-"Asato, what's wrong?" But all Tatsumi could hear was some sobbing and running water. Muraki however perceived the whole thing philosophically. He examined Tsuzukis bed covers, hmp-hed once or twice and appeared being rather satisfied.
-"Mr. Muraki, what do you think you're doing?" To shadow master Muraki rummaging through still warm covers of Tsuzukis bed was something unacceptable.
-"Investigating, shadow master." He showed he bloodstained sheets.
-"He'd cut himself, but why?" Muraki just clicked his tongue and shook his head, smiling at him cryptically.
-"Mr. Tatsumi, not too acquainted with female physiology are you?" The secretary just glared at him.
-"Just get to the point, why don't you?" Muraki took his sweet time. Stripping the dirty bed sheets and placing a set of new ones onto the bed.
-"Well?" Tatsumi asked impatiently. The doctor decided that the secretary had waited long enough.
-"Considering the location of the stain, I can clearly state that the blood hadn't come from a wrist, Mr. Tatsumi, but rather some location lower in Asatos body." The doctor paused meaningfully as if speaking to some dim witted kid. Tatsumi flinched in barely restrained anger, he wasn't a short tempered person to begin with, but he hated being given lectures. Being utterly satisfied with the result, calmly the doctor continued.
- "This is menstruation blood – a part of a natural process that repeats every month in female body. That indicates that we should call him Miss, instead of Mr. Tsuzuki." He smirked ever so slightly. Tatsumi was bewildered.
-"Isn't there a way to stop this?" Muraki rolled his eye.
-"If his body regards itself as female, then there is no possibility of stopping this process unless it does that itself." He stated. "He'll just have to wait until the period is over, shouldn't be more than 4-5 days. Although with his body, who knows." The sound of running water stopped and the bathroom door opened revealing Tsuzuki in a towel, still pale and seemingly on verge of getting sick or fainting. Droplets of pinkish water ran down his inner tights. Seeing other's blood and getting injured was one thing, but this was something totally different.
Muraki looked at him wolfishly and Tatsumi regarded the wall on Tsuzukis left.
-"What are you two still doing here? I thought I told you not to come in my near proximity, furthermore my room."
-"I was worried, Asato." Tsuzuki fought a desire to punch those both just for being there.
-"Leave please." He stated seriously, leaning forwards slightly and holding his hand over his lower abdomen.
-"As . ." Muraki interfered.
-"When I come out of the bathroom for the second time, I don't want to see any of you here. Am I clear?" His voice was firm, laced with irritation. He winced and held firm to the doorframe.
-"Asato, let me help you."
-"Go away!" The door slammed behind him the second time.
Tsuzuki was sitting on the toilet and crying quietly. He couldn't hear the both men in his room; he felt genuinely hurt. How could they be so mean? Pretending to care at first and then it just so happens that all they want is to sleep with me. Do they even see me as a person? Or is this courtesy just a way to trick me to give into them? I hate my body, I miss Hisoka and Ukyou, and they cared for me and liked me as a person, not a perspective sex partner.
More tears rolled down his cheeks, he felt so alone, in this old, cold house. His stomach hurt again and he reached for a phone, he desperately needed to talk to someone.
-"Hello, um, hey, Soka, how are you?"
-"Who is it?"
-"Geese, it's me Tsuzuki, remember – the girl guy who happened to be your partner?"
-"What on earth made you phone me?"
-"Hey, I was worried."
-"C'mon it's like 4 days ago, I m fine but Watari still refuses to let me out, so I just sit here reading."
-"Gee that's great." He stated not knowing what to add.
-"What are you so upset about?"
-"What makes you think I'm upset?"
-"Don't know, the fact you're phoning me?"
-"Well, well, I."
-"Spit it out."
-"Nothing truly, well, maybe the fact that my body has started acting like a girl's body."
-"Meaning."
-"I'm havin this, well that time of the month, you know the red buss thing. And I'm depressed and lonely and I feel like crying again."
-"Tsuzuki, calm down, will you? Everything will be OK! I'll get there as soon as possible, just hang on!"
-"Uh, thanks, Soka; just don't strain yourself, ok? Oh and tell Watari I'll kill him when I get back, please." He heard the boy chuckling in the receiver.
-"I think I might just go and do that myself if he will refuse to let me go now."
-"Thanks, Soka, you brightened my moods." He hung up smiling. Might as well call Ukyou to get more info on this period thingy and how to cope with it. She is a female after all.
Tsuzuki came out of the bathroom to his relief seeing his room empty, instead, on his bedside table stood a small package, a bar of chocolate and a rose. Nonchalantly, he threw the rose out through the window, took a bite of a chocolate bar and examined the box. It was the common package for sanitary towels. He read the instruction and pulled one of the envelope-like paskages out. It was light green and with a faint perfumed scent, but not unpleasantly so. He unwrapped the thing and stared at it for a long time. A white, thin, puzzle-shaped serviette with a sticky underside. Ok, so this is supposed to prevent the, khem, leakage.
He noticed that the napkin had glued itself to his hand ad struggled to get it off, the thing ripped in progress and he swore, throwing the remains of the sanitary towel into the wastebasket. He glued the other one up side down to his underwear and tore it off, ripping a hole in the delicate texture of his favorite lingerie. "For cryin out loud!" He swore some more and threw the torn piece of undergarments out of the window too, for god measure.
Finally with the third attempt he got it right, however now he had to go to the shower again, just to clean himself up.
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-"Hello, Ukyou? Hi, how are you? What, Really? Oh, that's that's GREAT!!!" He squeaked. "Yes, that would make me very, very happy! But what about Artie? Oh, I get it. No, no, I'd be happy to, they're both making me stressed, besides I have this thingy I really wanted to talk about, yeah, the same one, how did you guess? Yeah, I'm getting annoyed alright. Sure, I'll be waiting, hugs!"
Happy he set the receiver down and stared outside the window seeing some of the servants looking at his torn panties he'd thrown out earlier and pointing at his window.
-"Shit." He turned bright red and vanished from the window before someone saw him.
Pshaw, really who would be so stupid to throw his undergarmets out the window . . ... Ok next chappie will be more interesting - I HAVE THIS ALL PLOTTED OUT - SUPPOSE TEHRE WILL BE MORE JEALOUSY SCENes with all 5 people included or even more. . dunno yet