Hi, guys, guess its been like ages since I updated, however, thats how life is :P I wanted to update this one and I will try updating the rest too. Ok enjoy, I tried making it as interesting as possible, by the way, Happy birthday Chazm!! UR da best!!
Oh, I changed my nickname for convenience. Well on other clubs and browsers I go by this name, I had come up with it and for now I really like it.
Ok the last chapter was dedicated to Tsuzuki missing, and now well see what had come out of that.
Reviews appreciated at any time of the day.
Yours truly,
Turbo
Apparently the saying that common calamity brings people together was true, since the three guardians of death were sitting at the kitchen table and discussing their luck or rather lack of it
Apparently the saying that common calamity brings people together was true, since the three guardians of death were sitting at the kitchen table and discussing their luck or rather lack of it. Tsuzuki was missing and the fact that he had been abducted became more a reality than possibility.
Hisoka excused himself in order to get some fresh air, because the swirling emotions emanated by the two other men in the kitchen were driving him up the wall. They were so thick they reminded him of a pea soup fog and made his mind burn.
He left Muraki and Tatsumi to their own devices hoping for some reason that they wouldn't attempt killing each other. To his surprise, he'd come to realize that their ex-enemy was concerned about Tsuzukis disappearance as much as he was. But, then again, he could almost taste why Muraki was suddenly so concerned about his partners wellbeing, and that made him sick. The whole idea was twisted and the boy couldn't yet understand why the doctor wanted what he did. However, when had Muraki acted on rational basis? His logical moves in order to obtain the most incredible goals were an oxymoron made flesh.
The boy shook his head and ventured into the now hollow corridors – every now and then he'd pick up a noise and he even stumbled upon a couple making out in the shadows. He excused himself swiftly and left as quickly as possible, hearing laughter behind him. Stupid snogging people he grumbled in his mind, scrambling upstairs to find Ukyou.
When he knocked on her door, he had to wait for an answer longer than he would have liked to, but then again, the bits of emotions stuck to the surface of the door told him to be patient. In some five or so minutes, he heard footsteps, and soon the door opened to reveal Ukyou in emerald night gown. She stretched lazily like a cat and gave a big, sleepy yawn.
-"Hmm, any particular reason why you're still up, young man?" She teased.
-"I well, Tsuzukis gone." Hisoka didn't know what to say but the very thing that weighed on his heart. Within seconds the woman's features morphed into something relatively sinister.
-"What?" upon the moment Hisoka was about to repeat his statement, Ukyou was standing in the doors, completely dressed, and scoffing. "With those both men on guard? And here, I thought they were the bloodhounds of Meifu." Hisoka couldn't suppress a grin – it wasn't a joking matter, he knew, but he felt like saying that.
-"Don't exaggerate really – those both are only a secretary and a physician." The woman gave a chuckle.
-"Witty little devil." She praised, ruffling the boys mane.
Meanwhile in the kitchen both men were debating over the best solution. Muraki had offered going to the hotel hed met Saki in, his argument being that his hated half brother had wanted the lavender – eyed brunette, however Tatsumi suggested looking for any traces of Tsuzuki since they weren't yet certain if he'd been abducted by Saki in the first place. Apparently they couldn't decide on one plan. Let alone fulfill it.
The door swung open and they both experienced a severe tug on their consciousness. They glanced to see who it was.
-"Tsuzuki san!" Both men exclaimed, it didn't show in their appearance however – a tribute to a lifetime of hiding emotions. Coffee was left alone as they stood up almost simultaneously to tend to the brunette.
Tsuzukis clothes were dirty, covered with grass stains; there were streaks of soil on his legs and arms, indicating where the long since healed bruises and scratches had been. His knees wobbled slightly as he grabbed the kitchen door handle to steady himself, uttering the faintest sound which resembled something between a gasp and mewl. In his female form, he looked even more fragile than usually.
-"Tsuzuki san, what happened? Are you ok? Did somebody hurt you?"
-" I…water." Tsuzuki rasped, as Tatsumi picked him up and Muraki poured a glass of water and put it to the parched lips, tipping it off ever so slightly so that Tsuzuki wouldn't waste any more of his strength.
The brunette drank eagerly, so eagerly; Muraki started fearing that his beloved was severely dehydrated.
-"Come, we need to clean you first, and then you'll sleep." Tatsumi stated worriedly, moving towards the door, but he was soon stopped by Muraki.
-"Don't you think that you should leave it up to me, Mr. Tatsumi?" The man objected.
-"Not particularly, Mr. Muraki." They pronounced each others family names as if they were some new brand of insults.
-"I am a physician after all." Muraki offered.
-"An ex-physician, as well as an ex-maniac, and I seriously doubt the last bit is an ex."
-"You doubt the reasons why I had been chosen to remain a shinigami not go straight to hell?" Muraki sneered.
-"You were labeled as the experimental type after all, furthermore, your position and presence whatsoever is debatable, therefore, do step aside and know your place."
Murakis expression was incredible. He wasn't used to being treated like that, to be hated, yes, to be an object of desire, yes, but not being some lower dog forced to obey somebody's commands or know his place or be labeled to begin with.
-"My place is to help and not to cause any more havoc."
-"Then help by stepping aside."
-"How can you be so certain that you will not hurt him even more?" Muraki shot back.
Tatsumi glared at Muraki, since they were about the same height they couldn't use the intimidation technique otherwise known as leaning over to your enemy. The air charged between them, as they seemed to be engaged in some staring duel, waiting until their opponent blinked first. The atmosphere grew unbearable, the eyes of both narrowing to hatred filled slits, each waiting for the other to make provocative move. And it came, although from neither of the glare contest parties.
The kitchen door rammed mercilessly into the middle of Murakis back thus making him trip and lean his weight on unconscious Tsuzuki, who in turn was being held by Tatsumi as Ukyou attempted getting into kitchen. The whole trio landed onto the floor gracelessly, unconscious Tsuzuki being sandwiched between the both startled men.
-"Uh, would you mind . . ." She paused, her mouth slightly ajar from the sight before her. "By the love of God, They must have worn the poor lass done." She mumbled more to herself than the rest of the room occupants. By that time Hisoka came striding right into the site.
For a moment he stayed perfectly still, someone would have called him petrified, but then, the youth erupted.
-"You bloody old Perves! What in the name of all saints have you done to Tsuzuki, you evil bastards?" He reached for the closest object in his grasp, which happened to be a nutcracker, and held it in a white-knuckled fist.
-"If you had done anything to him, I swear I'll use these to castrate you personally!" He cracked the gadget for more emphasis. "Now who's first?" Both men and Ukyou glanced at the boy.
-"Calm down there kiddo, we don't know anything yet, so you can castrate them after we get all what we need to know out of them, better yet, we may use that in order to extract the information we need." A wistful smile played on Ukyous features.
-"Aren't you getting carried away there, dear widow of mine?" Muraki stated, both he and Tatsumi had composed themselves.
-"Well, explain then." She stated.
-"First things first, I have to take care of Tsuzuki san." Tatsumi stated.
-"No way, I'm taking care of him, as I am the only girl." Ukyou announced.
-"I'm a physician, I am taking care of him." Muraki interfered.
-"No you aren't!" Hisoka objected." I'm his partner, so I should do it!"
-"SILENCE!" Tatsumis voice boomed above the quarrel. "Mrs. Ukyous right, Tsuzuki san is in feminine form, and I doubt we could handle it better than her." He received a glare from both Muraki and Hisoka, and a beaming smile from Ukyou.
Tsuzuki stirred in secretary's arms. Lavender eyes snapped open focusing on Muraki suddenly.
-"You!" He uttered a feeble gasp. "Y-you did this to me!"
The doctor jerked back, eyebrows furrowed.
-"Tsuzuki san, whatever do you mean?" Hisoka and Tatsumi looked at him suspiciously.
-"What did he do to you, honey?" Ukyou asked the brunette gently, but it seemed that it was all Tsuzuki had been capable of. His eyes rolled shut and he went limp again.
-"What did you do to him?" Tatsumi asked malevolently. For the first time Muraki felt at loss of words.
-"I- I seriously did nothing to him. I was within your line of sight all this time, were I not?"
-"You could have people who could do that for you, how about poisoning me in the bar about a weak ago?" Hisoka shot back, he wasn't entirely certain, but he thought that it could have been doctors weak point.
-"That's preposterous; your accusations have no rational ground. I don't poison people; I torture them with spells and cut their limbs."
-"You still do?!" Tatsumi seemed to brighten up at the declaration.
-"What I meant, secretary, was that it isn't my style of getting rid of people." The doctor glared at both shinigami. He hated being questioned, Ukyou, however was the one to come to his rescue.
-"Yo guys, why don't we wait until the lovely lavender eyes tells us what happened herself before hurling insults at Kazutaka hm?" She looked at both the boy and the secretary challengingly.
-"Still, he should be placed in confinement before we cleared the issues, just in case." Tatsumi objected.
-"You have no rights to put me in custody." Muraki was curt. "Tsuzuki san isn't even conscious to confirm what he said."
-"Thanks to you anyway." Hisoka hissed.
-"Presumptuous aren't you." The white man shot back.
-"Kazu, I think you should cooperate, for your own sake." Ukyou stated, regarding the unconscious brunette warily.
-"I am not returning there." Muraki sneered. "Have any of you been there?" He regarded the present with heated glare, they were silent. "It's purgatory, they brainwash you until you can take no more and when all your defenses are destroyed, they do whatever they want with your mind, they turn you inside out so you can look at your damned undead bowels until you can't tell up from down. Then they mercifully sew your consciousness together, boasting at having removed the evil, unnecessary part of you." He turned looking at Tatsumi. "That's how you found Mr. Tsuzuki, didn't you, staring blankly into the wall like some lobotomy patient, babbling incoherently, cutting his wrists for the reason which had been long since removed from him."
The secretary cringed, looking both disgusted and curious. "How did you know that?"
The blonde snickered sardonically. "Because I and Mr. Tsuzuki are the same. It requires the same methods to bind us. Albeit with Mr. Tsuzuki, they had an added bonus of his feeling of guilt to aid them in the process."
-"Who are those you're speaking of?" Hisoka interrupted, he was curious, mostly, because it concerned his partner, and that part was something he could never get to, It seemed to be sealed away, a black box in his partners mind, which could withstand any of his attempts of reading it.
-"Why, your superiors of course." His voice had adopted that silky sweet tone dripping with venom. "They find it amusing to torture half-breeds up to their breaking point, to see how much they can withstand. To find whether or not they're more resistant. Had I not been through such thing before, I would have ended up much like Mr. Tsuzuki did, helpless and harmless."
-"You're lying; Emna-sama would never do such a thing!" Hisoka protested. Muraki winced, seeing the shadows lapping around his ankles. Despite that he laughed sardonically.
-"Do what you want, shadow master, you out of all people should know that it's true." In the next moment, the doctor found his limbs being held fast by the shadow tendrils.
-"Stop it!" Ukyou shrieked clutching Tsuzukis unconscious form closer. "He has done nothing to you!"
-"The experimental agent Muraki Kazutaka is to be held under surveillance until further issues are cleared."
-"It isn't just that is it?" The white man chuckled, feeling the shadows envelop his form." There is a personal matter at play as well, is that how you get rid of your rivals?" He chuckled until the last of his form vanished.
-"Where is he now?" Ukyou asked quietly, eyeing the sight before her.
-"He's in our headquarters." The secretary brushed his suit off.
-"Well, duh, what I wanted to know was, if he was really sent to that place he had described?" The woman pressed.
-"That is not for me to decide." Tatsumi turned to look at both Hisoka and Ukyou. "We should really take care of Tsuzuki san." He stated grimly.
The brunettes' body was gently cleaned from all dirt and grime. Then he was dressed in his night clothes and set to the bed gently. He didn't seem to be harmed otherwise than exhausted. No matter how much everybody wanted to know what had happened, it had to wait. They took turns at watching over Tsuzuki during the night. The first one was Hisoka.
He sat and watched the delicate chest rising and falling steadily. He sighed; he'd gotten to know of some things he never knew were possible. Maybe Muraki had deserved that what happened to him, but Tsuzuki, that gentle soul. What had he done to have been treated that way, as if the guilt and self loathing hadn't been enough? The worse part was that Tatsumi didn't deny it.
Nothing like piece of drama to end the chapter, Ill update the next asap. This, at least in my head, was the most logical breaking point