Recommended listening: Fairyland by BlutEngel
My Angel
Chapter 6
"Well, I'm going out."
Green eyes glanced up from the text in the held book, meeting cheerful, but veiled amethyst as the owner of such eyes was dressed in casual pants, a black shirt, and his trench coat. The purple eyes were filled with mixed emotions, some sadness and grief, blended with sorrow and turmoil, but they held a façade around the emotions, a façade of genki-like personality, a façade that would throw almost anyone off, had they not had the gift for sensing emotions.
"Where are you going?" Hisoka asked curiously, placing his finger in the page of the book and closing the book as Pascal snoozed beside him, curled up in a warm blanket.
Tsuzuki shook his head, a cheerful grin, a fake one, forming on his face. "Nowhere special. Just going out for a bit cause even I hate being cooped up in my own house sometimes."
Hisoka shrugged, not finding anything off, save for the emotions. Besides, if Tsuzuki was going to do something stupid, like say, try to kill himself, Hisoka would know ahead of time from the protective seal already placed upon Tsuzuki by Diego, one of Hisoka's angelic comrades and warriors, as well as the angel's gift for acting only a few seconds beforehand. It may only be a few seconds, but at least it was some extra time.
Hisoka did not have to be with Tsuzuki to know if he was going to do something stupid, thanks to the seal, and he could tell if the man was going out to a place where he could get hurt. So far, he seemed familiar with whatever place he was going to, thus it probably would not pose much of a threat at all.
Opening his book again, Hisoka nodded and said, "Well, don't stay out all night. I don't really want to wake up and not see my client here unharmed."
"Aww, you're so cute when you're all protective!" Tsuzuki teased, making a faint pink stain form itself onto Hisoka's cheeks.
"Baka. You know I don't mean it like that," Hisoka said, trying to focus on the book in his hands. For some reason, that seemed difficult now, as his eyes secretly kept watch from underneath his shield of ash hair.
"Well, I'll be back later," Tsuzuki said casually, opening the door to the cold, winter-night wind. Hisoka watched him leave before turning back to his book. It was quiet for a while, probably an extent of twenty minutes at most. Hisoka did not really know. He usually didn't keep track of the time. But as soon as those twenty minutes passed, a golden light began to shine in front of Hisoka and Pascal opened his eyes, yawning into the light before he fell asleep again, snoozing on as time began to stop again.
Through the hazy veil of blue caused by the time stop, Hisoka saw the same angel as earlier, same brown eyes, same golden wavy hair. He nodded to the angel. "Alexandra. Why a return so early?"
The angel shook her head. "Where is your client?"
"He's out," Hisoka answered.
Alexandra looked hard at him. "Do you have any idea where?"
Hisoka shook his head. "No, he wouldn't tell me. I sensed it wasn't any place he would be in danger. It's not his time, is it?"
Alexandra shook her head, her wings folding into the curve of her back. "It's not, but he's in more danger than you think."
Hisoka put the book down. "Explain."
"Where he went is not a place where he will get killed, but it is a place where his salvation will not be given. He may think that, but the place he is currently at cannot be allowed, especially by you."
"I don't understand," Hisoka admitted, leaning forward as his own wings appeared. "Where is he?"
Alexandra sighed. "He is at a nightclub in a bar, trying to get himself drunk."
In a flash, Hisoka was on his feet, his wings stretched out and his eyes wide with both anger at himself and shock for hearing it. "What?!"
Alexandra put her hands up in feigned defense. "I'm relaying the message from Diego. He is concerned."
"Screw it all," Hisoka muttered before he vanished from the room, immediately teleporting himself into town, following the spiritual trace residue Tsuzuki had left behind on his walk. 'God, I was such a fool… forgive me.' Hisoka thought as he ran down the street.
-X-
Alexandra looked at Pascal as time began to move again. The small puppy opened its cute eyes and yawned again, blinking as they looked up at her. Alexandra stroked the small pup behind the ears before she snapped her fingers, causing the tiny dog to fall asleep again until Hisoka's return.
-X-
Hisoka winced as the pounding music from the nightclub reached his ears only tow blocks away. High and drugged emotions wafted into the air, batting against Hisoka's shields in frenzy, like a drug trying to work its way through his system and allow addiction to take hold of all weak-minded. But Hisoka refused to give in as he walked up to the entrance to the club.
Two bodyguards stood outside of the club in bouncer-type clothing, one a girl and the other a boy. Hisoka walked up to them, eyes set ahead of him to go inside, hoping that the two bouncers would not recognize his underage. Unfortunately, they spotted his eyes, the main thing about his being underage and they blocked his path.
"Sorry, kid, no munchkins tonight," said the boy rudely while the girl swung her hips to the music behind him. She placed her hands on his shoulders seductively from behind and said huskily, "If you want, I can do you tonight."
Hisoka shook his head, backing up to pull away from her dirty hands. "I'm just looking for someone."
"Someone to take?" asked the boy. Hisoka shook his head, his eyes setting into a glare as he put his shields up higher to block out the lusting emotions from the bouncers as well as the drumming music in his ears.
"No. Never mind," Hisoka said as he turned on his heel and began to walk away. If there was a will, there was a way and if the way wasn't through the front door, there was always the back door. Hisoka turned the corner, relived to get away from the bouncers and the hot emotions sliding off of them like a tide coming in and never stopping its course.
He spotted the abandoned back entrance and walked up to it, not hesitating as he put his hand on the door handle, feeling the abstract emotions swirling around it in a dance unlike any he had ever seen. Grasping it with a hint of guilt, he opened the door.
The music blasted his ears out as bodies danced close to others, blinding multi-colored lights shining across the dance floor and the walls, showing off glimmering jewelry and metal studded belts. The music was "Fairyland" by BlutEngel the upbeat seemingly dragging the older teens and young adults across the floor, swaying their bodies and pushing them together. It was a rave, but Hisoka noticed that few were groping, some even stripping down. It disgusted him a great deal. How would he find Tsuzuki in this kind of place?
Hisoka noticed that there was a bar nearby and, knowing his client as much as he did, no matter how little that was, the fact remained that Tsuzuki wouldn't be dancing around with these kinds of people. He would probably just be watching and drinking anything he could get.
Taking a deep breath, Hisoka willed himself to vanish, one of the angels' many talents and abilities as he moved close to the wall, avoiding contact should someone accidentally dance right into him. The disco lights flashed across his face, unseen by the normal human eye. The music that continued to blast his eardrums to the point of nearly exploding seemed to get louder strobe lights began to shine in the room.
//Take me to your fairyland;
Show me the place where I can hide…
Protect me from this misery,
Don't let reality kill me.
Hold me in your arms again,
Let me be forever yours
I will give my life to you,
I follow you in to the night…//
Hisoka finally reached the bar and took a quick look around, still retaining his invisibility. Through the darkness, the flashing lights, it was hard to tell who was who. In addition, the emotions floating around just the bar were enough to make Hisoka reel. Adding onto the night clubbers, he would knock himself out for at least four hours if he find Tsuzuki soon and get him out of this place. Already, some people were groping each other and some were beginning to pole-dance with the strippers. This was most definitely NOT a nightclub, with the strippers and everyone else. Hisoka knew he did not have much time and would not be able to use his empathy for a while at this rate.
'Tsuzuki, where are you?' Hisoka thought, beginning to grow worried. How could he have been so stupid as to just allow Tsuzuki to walk away from him? How?
'There!'
A muss of chocolate hair and flashing lights over veiled purples orbs caught Hisoka eye. He ran over to the person, stopping a few inches away, scanning over the tan, flustered face. A pang of guilt tore at Hisoka's chest as he saw his client, hunched over, head on his hands against the cool surface of the bar counter, despite the hot, sickening air floating around. His jacket was still on, disguising his otherwise casual clothing.
His eyes softening and his mind about to blow, Hisoka grabbed Tsuzuki by the sleeve, looked around for a split second to make sure no one saw, then vanished, taking Tsuzuki with him, unknown to the rave around them, unknown to any human eyes.
The cold air of the outside was a relief exchange from the hot mixed emotions from inside the club and relieved the strain on Hisoka's mind. The said angel dragged his client and placed him against the brick wall of the alleyway gently, waving his hand in front of those dreamy amethyst eyes. They seemed to be trying to focus on his hand, but not really registering whose it was, but rather something that simply needed to be followed for no reason.
"Tsuzuki, can you hear me?" Hisoka asked, placing his hands on the elder man's shoulders, shaking him slightly. "Can you hear my voice?"
The man's only response was a goofy grin making its way onto his face as his slurring eyes looked at the angel, as if he knew him, but did not know him. Hisoka put his index and middle finger to Tsuzuki's forehead, closing his eyes as he muttered an ancient angelic spell. He opened his eyes a moment later and brought his thumb up to meet the two fingers and as he slowly pulled them back, he took a brown silk strand from nowhere and pulled it out, snapping his fingers once to make it vanish.
Amethyst blinked and the owner of them shook his head, as if trying to clear a blurred image to make it sharp, or as if trying to believe that they did not see something ahead of them. The purple eyes blinked once, twice, three times before they looked up at the serious angel; the pale face only inches from his. Tsuzuki blinked a few more times before his mind got to registering who was in front of him. "H-Hisoka?"
The angel sighed in relief before nodding. Tsuzuki tilted his head slightly. "What are you doing here?"
"You baka!" Hisoka half-shouted, making Tsuzuki wince slightly. "I should be asking you that! What did you think you were doing, coming to this place and getting drunk? What were you thinking?!"
Tsuzuki looked away, shutting his eyes as he avoiding the stern look his guardian was giving him. The harsh green gaze lessened in shade and instead softened as Hisoka brought one of his hands up, turning Tsuzuki's face towards him again. The amethyst revealed itself as the eyelids instinctively shot back. They looked up in some fear into the green depths, afraid the owner of the jeweled eyes was going to be hurt, hurt by his own guardian for his stupidity.
Instead, nothing happened, except for Hisoka's hand moving across his cheek in a small, soothing gesture as the forested eyes looked on him. The voice then spoke out, a soft voice, the same tone as it had been when Tsuzuki had first found him. Gentleness with innocence lacing every word was with some hidden power inside the dove's voice.
"Did you think you could find salvation here?"
Tsuzuki's eyes widened in shock and he wondered how the angel could tell what was happening and for what reasons. Perhaps it was his empathy guiding him, but Tsuzuki did not feel a touch on his mind, as he would have felt had the teen been trying to read his emotions or thoughts. So… how was it he could always tell?
"H-how?" Tsuzuki choked out.
Hisoka shook his head slightly. "You're the same as me, Tsuzuki. You feel the same pain I feel. That's how I know."
"I d-didn't know what t-to do," Tsuzuki confessed, a few tears rolling down his cheeks, rolling away from his face and down Hisoka's hands instead, but that was no reason to take those hands away from that sad face. "I just…"
He trailed off and attempted to look away, but Hisoka's hands kept his head firmly directed at him, yet that did not stop Tsuzuki from shutting his eyes, avoiding eye contact with the teen. Slowly, Hisoka leaned forward and touched their foreheads together gently, closing his own eyes.
"I know," Hisoka murmured. "It was a false salvation. I've known one for a long time…"
"Gomen nasai," Tsuzuki whispered, "I didn't even think…"
Hisoka put a finger to his lips. "It can't be changed. What's done is done. I'm sorry too, for not being aware of this. I'm sorry for not being a fit guardian."
"It's not you, Hisoka," Tsuzuki retorted, opening his eyes as he felt Hisoka pull back, their forehead no longer sharing the warmth from earlier. "It's me. I'm such a contradiction…"
Hisoka shook his head. "No, Tsuzuki. You have to…" He sighed, shortly pausing at the somewhat childish look that Tsuzuki held deep in his eyes. "Let's just get back home. You need to lie down after how much you drank. Even if I did take it away, it's going to come back and hit you hard."
"Hisoka... I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Hisoka cut in, placing his hand around the elder man's in an attempt to get a good grip. "We'll talk more about this later, after you get some rest. Let's just get home."
Tsuzuki blinked at his young guardian before he nodded and took Hisoka's hand, feeling himself being pulled to his feet. They looked at each for a moment. The emerald gazed deep into the amethyst that looked back with the same look the younger carried, a look that seemed to grow the longer they delved into the other's eyes, as if they were searching for something they could both cling to.
The silence was broken with a cruel voice ringing out in the alleyway.
"Well, when they say the cat comes back, they mean it."
