Wandering Aimlessly
.four.
Everyone still with me? Good. I want to say, I normally hate it when people add their own original characters into a story, so I'm going to tell you all the Hira is going to disappear for a while soon. He'll still be mentioned some, and he won't be dumping Watari (Tatsumi: Damnit, Amagumo!), but he'll pretty much be nonexistent. Same with the people that work with Muraki. I might mention Doctor Osaka every once in a while, but they should be pretty much ignored from now on. If I'm portraying a character wrong, please yell at me. I want to get that fixed early in the fiction, alright? I would have changed Hisoka in chapter one, but it wasn't a big deal because he doesn't show up very often in the fiction.
I think that's it.
No, wait! Okay, eventually in the fiction writing I got hyper, and started being stupid. You might notice, you might not, considering I'm pretty stupid throughout this whole process. But, anyway, I'm hyper because I just read a really funny fiction! You must go read the variety of fictions posted by a one Clouded Coffee! Great author! Now, go! Go, now!! I'll give you extra cookies! Or something shiny! Whichever you prefer!
Did everyone get their cookies from chapter three?
Disclaimer
I don't own Descendants of Darkness/Yami no Matsuei. You'd know if I did.
Tatsumi: I quit.
Amagumo: What? You can't quit.
Tatsumi: Yes I can. I quit now.
Amagumo: Why do you quit?
Tatsumi: …
Tsuzuki: Why is he quitting? Tatsumi, why are you quitting?
Tatsumi: …
Muraki: He's jealous of Hira.
Hira: Really? Cool!! I feel like I have a purpose!
Watari: Let him be jealous, then.
Tatsumi: …!
Tsuzuki: This is making me sad! I don't want Tatsumi to quit!
Muraki: Oh, it's alright, Mr. Tsuzuki. We can get him to talk again.
Tsuzuki: How?
Watari: By pestering him!
Tatsumi: …
All (Except Tatsumi): Hey Tatsumi! Tatsumi! Tatsumi!
Tatsumi: …
Watari: Everyone start poking him!!
Tatsumi: …
All: (begins poking Tatsumi and shoving him)
Tatsumi: …
Muraki: …
Muraki: Take his wallet!
Tatsumi!!!!!
.Muraki Kazutaka.
I must say, the reaction Tsuzuki had to these words was rather strange. I watched as he stood up, flailed his arms around a little, then sat down again heatedly, "Even if that's true, you didn't have to go telling people about it."
He obviously misunderstood how hard it had been for me to endure the past year without him, "Oh, but I did need to, Mr. Tsuzuki. I had to talk about it, to release my agony."
This was like revealing personal information. Personal feelings. I suppose that was what I was doing, actually. I wasn't used to talking about such things, not even with Oriya. The only reason I had told Hira about my turmoil was because I couldn't physically bear to let it fester inside me anymore. Someone had to know about it. Sounds so… pathetic, doesn't it? So very human. I had loathe for the problem I had, but what could I do?
I can't say I enjoyed the feeling I was getting from this. It was very uncomfortable. I was at Mr. Tsuzuki's mercy, for he now had the power to judge me any way he wanted now that he was hearing this information. I was lucky he was such a merciful soul. He didn't like thinking bad about someone. Not even me. After all I'd done.
Which is why I loved him.
"This is ridiculous!" Tsuzuki said, standing up, "There's no way in Hell you could have such an attachment to anything! Especially me!"
How badly I wanted to prove him wrong. Unfortunately, I knew at this point that it didn't really matter what I said, he would not listen.
"I wish you wouldn't think that way," I sighed, standing up as well, "And you shouldn't hate yourself so much. There is nothing wrong with you."
That was probably the most provocative thing I could have said to him. I regretted it as soon as the words left my mouth (which meant something. Remorse was a rarity in my case). He turned around a glared at me fiercely, "Bastard!" he shrieked. What did I to make him mad? I figured he would just start listing things off that he placed him under 'bad'. He acted as though I had insulted him, "Don't say things like that! Don't talk like you know me," he finished coldly.
"Doctor." It was the secretary Seiichiro. I turned to face him, and he smiled a little.
I was very disappointed in myself for not dodging. The humiliation of being knocked off of my feet was awful. Mr. Tatsumi's fist connected solidly with my jaw, and I tried to keep my balance by stepping back, only to trip on the edge of the sidewalk and fall. My shoulder blades hit the ground with such force that I couldn't help but make a sound in discomfort. That was a very powerful punch he had. I wasn't sure if he had extra strength as a Shinigami, or if he was just very strong.
I sat for a second, wondering really what I had done to deserve that. Well, I mean recently, just now. I don't think Tatsumi would hit me so hard randomly for past doings. He would've attacked upon seeing me if he was still stuck on last year's events.
"We're not doing this right now, Muraki!" he informed angrily as I got up, "This is to be a normal conversation. I don't need you pestering Tsuzuki anymore!"
Oh. So he was angry that I had Tsuzuki yelling? Honestly, I don't think that was fair.
I hadn't really done anything. I searched for guilt in Tsuzuki's presence, and found none. He was glaring coldly at me, fists clenched.
((I shall now take this time to say that I know Tatsumi probably wouldn't punch Muraki in a situation like this. I just wanted to punch Muraki. Muraki: What?Just pretend it didn't happen if you don't approve. It's not a big part of the story or anything.))
"I merely asked him not to subject himself to self loathing," I said defensively, brushing at my pants irritably, "It was not my intention to offend Mr. Tsuzuki in any way. I should have considered that he would not be able to tolerate anything from me on such a night as this." I needed to be polite if I ever wanted to see either of them again.
Tatsumi stared at me, "I don't care what your explanation is, Muraki. This isn't going to be the same as it used to be. You should know by now that we won't listen to any crap from you."
I was becoming quite frustrated. Tatsumi had the upper hand, for he could easily withdraw Tsuzuki and leave if he found me against his preference. I had to 'behave'. I hadn't even done anything wrong (well. Not tonight.) and he was reprimanding me! It was completely unfair.
"Of course, Mr. Tatsumi," I said, "Please excuse me, Mr. Tsuzuki. I will try and be more considerate," I found it easier to apologize to Tsuzuki.
"Are we done here, Tsuzuki?" Tatsumi said expectantly.
I looked desperately over at the purple-eyed one in panic. This was all? I was already being separated from him? After so long? Could he really not tolerate my presence at all? "Please stay longer, Mr. Tsuzuki," I said, "I promise to behave."
A look of relief crossed Tsuzuki's face again and he sat down, "I'm going to try again, Tatsumi."
Tatsumi nodded, "Your nose is bleeding," he pulled out a bloody handkerchief. I looked over at Tsuzuki, but I didn't see any blood, so I looked at Tatsumi again to find him holding the handkerchief out to me. I pressed my fingertips to my upper lip to confirm my suspicion and took the handkerchief, "Thank you," I said stiffly, dabbing away the blood, "You're quite strong, Mr. Tatsumi."
He nodded, waiting impatiently for me to staunch the blood flow, "Tsuzuki, I'm not leaving you here alone with him. I told you already, he's dangerous."
Tsuzuki watched me pass the white rag back to Tatsumi and replied, "He's got no mana right now, Tatsumi. He's harmless." Ouch. My dignity.
"Tsuzuki, he never needed mana before to get you," Tatsumi said, pocketing the handkerchief again.
That was a little harsh, wasn't it? True, but harsh. I suppose he needed to get his point across. Tatsumi was apparently good at both physical and verbal fights. He always retaliated immediately and effectively. He was good competition. For Mr. Tsuzuki, I mean.
I couldn't help but chuckle a little when I envisioned the two of them together. Sure, I knew they were pretty close, but Tatsumi was like Tsuzuki's mother. It was ridiculous.
"I don't know what's so funny!" Tsuzuki snapped.
I paused and looked at him, "I apologize. I was only remembering that I left Mr. Kuchiki alone with the syringe. He has a phobia, you know."
Tatsumi nodded, but Tsuzuki plunged on, "Which makes it all the more horrible to have threatened him as you did before!"
True. I had no choice, though. Information on you, my dear Purple Eyes, is much more important then any man's pitiful phobia.
"You know I have been clean. That was the worst thing I've done since Kyoto," I said calmly, seating myself on the opposite end of the bench as Tsuzuki.
"We can't know that for sure. What was your goal in Kyoto?" Tatsumi said, folding his arms over his chest and entering interrogation mode.
"I wanted revenge on my half-brother Saki Shidou, but he was already dead. I could have brought him back to life with Tsuzuki's exceptional Shinigami powers," I replied simply. No use hiding it. It was over now.
"And you say you love me," Tsuzuki added heatedly.
"I was blinded my need for revenge, Mr. Tsuzuki. I'm sorry. It's over now. I can't have my revenge. It's over," I said, looking at him as sincerely as I could. He wasn't going to believe me, but I had to deny it or he would think I didn't care about him.
"So keeping his head in a huge, mechanical glass jar and his conscience always awake was not sufficient revenge?" Tatsumi asked, disgusted.
I'd actually never thought of the suffering Saki must have been enduring in that contraption. Somehow I never realized being a more-than-half-dead-bodiless-head (Whee! Rhyme!) was rather unpleasant. He'd been in that machine for a long time. I'm sure he had suffered quite a bit, "Never thought of it that way," I said, more to myself then in reply to Tatsumi's question.
"Okay, Tatsumi. You can go. He's going to be good, and I have your cell phone number."
"If something were to happen, you wouldn't have time to call me. Besides if-," Tsuzuki interrupted, "Tatsumi. Please. Go."
I couldn't help but notice the surprise on Tatsumi's face as it melted to a near undetectable despair, "Fine. Call me in ten minutes or I'll come back and shoot him in the face," he snarled. And with that, he turned to leave.
"Tatsumi. I'm sorry that you don't understand," Tsuzuki said, "I can't explain it. I don't understand it either."
Tatsumi sighed, turned to look at Tsuzuki forlornly for a moment, then disappeared in a strange, billowy shadow.
((Now I shall promise you to ease up on the Tsuzuki X Tatsumi ness in this fiction. I told you it was Muraki X Tsuzuki and it shall be Muraki X Tsuzuki! I apologize for the interruption. gestures Please continue.))
I must admit, I felt a little sorrow for the secretary… the jealousy he must be enduring! The total humiliation for losing his friend to me!! Bwaha! ((Please excuse sudden and momentary OOCness.)) I was quite pleased with myself. I hadn't even done anything, but Tsuzuki wanted to talk to me.
"Might I ask you why-," he interrupted me, exasperated, "I just have some questions, okay? And I'm going to get frustrated, so I can't have Tatsumi interrupting like that every second."
I nodded, "Right. I was just wondering what you wanted with Mikosei. Why did you mention him earlier?" It really was puzzling. I didn't know if he was suggesting I go to the God and ask for forgiveness and the ability to atone for my sins, or if he wanted to find the God. I feared the latter. I much rather he want me to be forgiven. If he wanted me to be forgiven it was only so he could have a friendship with me without feeling so guilty.
Flattering myself again.
"Watari isn't allowed to date mortals. He wants to find Mikosei so he can stay with Andou," Tsuzuki informed blankly.
"You came to see me for him? That's very generous of you," I observed. It was strange for Tsuzuki to come to me after a year, just for his friend. No matter how close to his friends he was, it was still a little strange, "There has to be a reason that you want to find Mikosei."
Tsuzuki nodded, "Well," he sighed, "Yeah. Tatsumi told me that Mikosei had strangely colored eyes. I'm hoping I'll learn about my eyes if I go to him. Maybe I'll figure out what I am."
"You are a beautiful, wondrous person who constantly tortures me with repetitive rejections," I said, suddenly unable to contain my thoughts. I didn't surprise myself too much, but he seemed a little shocked.
"Don't you remember," he said, haw dropped, "that I stabbed you?"
I nodded, "I tried to kill you," I said. I didn't mind his stabbing me. I had deserved it. Though had I been able to walk I could have escaped more easily and not have been mortally injured by the actual flames of Hell.
Tsuzuki sighed tiredly and slumped where he sat, "Your nose is still bleeding. Maybe you should go into the hospital and get it treated." He stood up, and I instantly followed, "You're already leaving?"
He stopped and shook his head, "No, I can't. I have to ask you more about Mikosei. I want to know what you know about him."
Oh, goody! (WTF?) This could really work out nicely. I could easily use this to my advantage. Instantly, I had a plan.
I stepped up behind him, "You do realize I'm going to want something in return? It's only fair."
He turned to face me, only a little horrified, "I figured you'd want to make a deal, but… what do you want in return?"
I grinned. Oh, so many things. I'll start simple, though. That's how it had to go. It's the only way this would work, and he would only agree to so much. I had to make him want me, "Go on a date with me tomorrow, and I'll tell you about Mikosei."
He was mollified, "What? A date? I might be emotionally fragile, but I'm a man! You seem to forget that a lot," He was getting frustrated. I was already farther then would have been allowed if Mr. Tatsumi was still here.
"It won't be only one date, either. I know a lot about Mikosei. It would take more than an hour and a half to explain," especially since we'll be so distracted with each other. Gotta leave time for that.
Lots of time.
"I promise to be fair on these dates, Tsuzuki," I continued desperately, "I have no desire to take you forcefully. I want you to fall for me of your own free will."
He didn't look at me for one second. He had become captivated by a car in the parking lot not too far to our left. I was on his right, just a little behind him. He sighed, then answered, still learning the design of the silver vehicle, "Alright. Alright… please, promise me this will be fair."
"Tsuzuki, I promise."
Silence, "Mr. Tsuzuki."
I smiled, "Excuse me, I was a little excited. Tomorrow night?"
He sighed again, "Fine."
I smiled wider, "I would come to pick you up, but none of my cars have access to Purgatory. Would you mind meeting me here at the hospital at six thirty?"
He was still staring at the silver car, so I turned to look at it too, thinking there might actually be something interesting to see. Nope, "Okay," he said quietly.
My smile faded gradually and I stepped forward, trying to snag his attention, "What's wrong, Mr. Tsuzuki?"
He looked at me, and I smiled again, "I don't really want to go," he stated sullenly. His gaze fell to the black pavement.
"Completely understandable. I promise not to keep you long."
"Do I have to come alone?"
Well, at least he asked. Better then him surprising me with Tatsumi or that stupid brat, I suppose, "Preferably," I said, straightening my glasses, "Though if you feel that uncomfortable alone with me, feel free to bring a friend. I would like it if you told them not to interfere unless necessary, however."
He nodded, slowly, "Sure thing. I'll think about it, then."
Think about…?
He looked at me, "I'll think about bringing someone. I… I might not, though."
I nodded back, "Whatever decision you make, I don't mind."
Oh, God, I know I'm not a very good person. To anyone. Ever. Except Tsuzuki. But, please, please let Seiichiro Tatsumi be erased from the memory of Asato Tsuzuki while he sleeps tonight. ((Actually, Hisoka Kurosaki, too, while you're at it.)) Please let Tsuzuki come alone tomorrow night.
"Now what did you want to ask me?" I said, sitting again, and watching him, asking silently for him to sit next to me.
He sat down, considerably closer than before, but stared ahead, "Well, why do you know anything about Mikosei?"
I crossed my legs, left over right, "It was my first idea in resurrecting Saki."
He looked over at me, "What did he do to you?"
I tensed a little, unsure why he wanted personal information from me. All he knew was that I liked killing, him, and omelets. He probably didn't think there as anything that bothered me, "It's…" Um, I didn't want to talk about it. It would feel like confiding in him, which I had already tried to do with Hira. I wasn't good at it, "It's over now, Mr. Tsuzuki. Don't let it bother you," he seemed disappointed to have been denied, but he was going to have to deal with it.
"Whatever," he sighed, "I'm tired."
I faced, "I suppose you could go home. You can ask me questions tomorrow."
It was cold outside. Very. I was actually uncomfortably frozen. The bench we sat on was made of stone. Stiff, dirty, and freezing. I shifted a little, "It's not healthy to stay out in the cold," I said, knowing that a Shinigami was probably left pretty unaffected by something as menial as temperature. I was ready to go home. I didn't care much about going back to work. Work wasn't important to billionaires. It was just a distraction from my heartache.
"You don't like Tatsumi, do you?" Tsuzuki erupted suddenly, "Or Watari. Or Hisoka."
I had to take a moment to decipher his motives with this. It was fairly obvious that I had a complete aversion to the boy. Tatsumi was a good man, really, just annoying, and opposite of myself. Although, Tsuzuki was my contrast but I loved him so dearly… anyway, that was another matter. I honestly didn't know anything about Watari except what Hira told me, and he didn't sound bad. If I thought of him as a friend of Tsuzuki's, I could get along with him. It didn't make a difference. None of them would be able to tolerate me.
"Well," I said unsurely, "They're good people. I'm rather jealous of them, actually. Because you trust them. I would be completely willing to start anew with all of you, but that option is unavailable."
He looked at me urgently, giving me a look that implied he was disappointed with my blindness, "What about Mikosei? Couldn't you ask Mikosei for their forgiveness?"
I was extremely pleased with the way he worded that. It sounded like he had already forgiven me, did it not? I think he was completely entertained with my affection towards him. No offense to my dearest Purple Eyes, but he probably never had someone talk to him so lovingly before. He was surely lonely and attention starved (when it came to relationships anyway). I could easily sate him, but his conscience would never allow him to accept me. I had murdered Hisoka Kurosaki, who he was oh so attached to.
"I suppose I could, but Mikosei evaluates the soul. I could not pass whatever expectations he might have. Unless I could find the Junshin no Izumi (Fountain of Purity. It's probably not accurate, because I used a crumby English-Japanese dictionary that I downloaded). If I found that my soul could be purified and this would all work out," I had ended up thinking aloud, but he was still listening intently.
"I bet you could find it."
I smiled, "Of course I could, if I really wanted to."
He was confused, "Don't you?"
I nodded a little, "Yes, I do. I'm afraid it wouldn't make any difference though. I want your love, but I don't want to get it by cheating and making wishes to the God of Chance. It's degrading and admitting that I have lost. I'd rather continue this way for now, and try and gain Tatsumi's trust without Mikosei."
He paused a second to think about this, "I suppose," he said half-heartedly.
He made it so obvious. He was so calm that I could plainly see that he wanted me. He wanted to be able to return my advances on him, but he couldn't. I knew he still hated me. A lot. But he wanted to be loved so badly. I needed to make him love Kazutaka Muraki, though, not just the words I spoke to him.
Easier said then done, as I have discovered.
And what about the trust I needed from his cronies? Was it even possible for me to obtain? I suppose I would need a lot of Tsuzuki's help. Problem was, he didn't trust me either. Not at all. My job now was to find something I could do to get his trust. This is what I should have been doing the year we were apart.
I could change. I'd rather not, but I could. If I changed, it would be no fun. It would not have the same worth and… well, it just wouldn't be the same. I had to cross that off. I had not killed for a year, but that seemed to mean nothing to all of them. Any kind things I did would only seem an act to the Shinigami. This would be hard to figure out.
"I apologize for the disappointment." I said stiffly, "Tsuzuki?"
He did not correct the usage of his name without the formality, "What?" he said snappily.
It was daring of me, but I wanted to ask, "Why do you want me to be forgiven by Tatsumi and Watari," I did not forget about Kurosaki, simply chose not to mention him.
He looked at me, beautiful eyes wide, "Mind your own business!" he trilled, standing and beginning to leave.
I stood up, and said one last thing before returning to the warmth of the hospital building, "Goodnight. I love you, dearest."
I know he heard me, because he sped up. Blushing, most surely.
((Yes, crumby stopping point, I know. I'm tired, okay?))
.Watari Yutaka.
I could only hope that Hira wasn't very attached to Muraki. I didn't really want to shatter the image he had of his idol. And I could only assume that Muraki was someone Hira admired. What with the hairstyle and clothes and all. I didn't want to be the one to have to tell Hira the truth. This was another job for Tatsumi, but he was busy with Tsuzuki. Way too much attention for that guy, I swear. Such were my ways. Yutaka Watari did not like to be the bearer of bad news.
"Alright," I said after Hira had returned to our table with a coffee, "First off, are you alright? Did Tsuzuki hurt you earlier?"
Hira smiled and swallowed a gulp of the dark steaming liquid, "My throat's kinda raw. Mr. Tsuzuki conveyed a lot of hate through those hands," he took another drink, "Anyway, why would Muraki-sensei want to kill Mr. Tsuzuki? He told me he loved him. A lot."
I shrugged, "He might. Though we're all finding it hard that he loves anything."
He sighed, "Okay. Can you explain this? There someone he couldn't save or something?"
I made a grumpy noise, "Tsuzuki was born in 1900. Any of Tsuzuki's loved ones would have been out of the stupid bastard's hands. Muraki is a killer. He wanted power so he could resuscitate his half-brother and have his revenge or something." It sounded so stupid. It was much more serious than it seemed, though. Revenge was normally a stupid thing, but when there were so many people at risk for it, revenge was something to pay attention to.
He sat back, looking skeptical, "A murderous man out for revenge, then? Why have you guys got such a personal hate for him, though? I understand that would make him a bad person, but there's something he did to you."
I shook my head and sat back too, "What he did to Tsuzuki and his partner."
Hira raised his eyebrows, "This the Kyoto thing you mentioned back there?"
I nodded, "Yeah. Muraki wanted to use Tsuzuki's body to resurrect his brother. So, he killed people and told Tsuzuki it was all his fault. Tsuzuki went insane, and Muraki easily took him away from us. Tsuzuki managed to snap out of his little insane trance, stab Muraki, and summon the flames of Hell to commit suicide and end Muraki. He figured we were all better without him."
Hira shook his head, eyes closed. He must be thinking some pretty weird things about now. I wouldn't be surprised if he dumped me now. I did sound pretty stupid. Well, I had only told the truth! "I suppose there's no way for you to prove this to me?"
I sighed, "No, not really. I could get Tsuzuki to bribe Muraki into telling you the truth."
He chuckled, "Is it really that easy?"
I smiled, "Well, Tsuzuki could get Muraki to do anything if he just gave back the right things in return. Things I'm going to leave unsaid and assume you can guess on your own."
He nodded, "But he's stopped killing?"
I shrugged, "Yeah. I guess he really does have to have a motive to kill. Now that we destroyed his chance to reanimate his brother he doesn't need to kill. I was actually surprised he hadn't had a massacre to call Tsuzuki for him. I glad he waited for us. We don't need Tsuzuki feeling responsible for the dead anymore."
Hira drained the last of the coffee in his cup and stood, "Well, I suppose I'm going to have to believe you for now. I'm shocked, really. Sure, Muraki's cold, but this seems so beyond him."
I stood up with him and turned to lead us out (wherever we were going) and spoke to him over my shoulder as I picked my coat up from the back of the chair, "So, you're not angry that- umph!" I looked at the owner of the wall I had run into and jumped, "Tatsumi?"
"He asked me to leave," he said simply, looking slightly distant. He set his cell phone and wallet down on the table and actually took of the jacket to his suit. That was strange. I'd never really seen him take it off, and it was winter, so he'd probably get cold. It looked like the guy was ready to get drunk and die (…again).
I waved my coat around wildly, "You can't leave him with Muraki! He's gonna get molested! Or captured again! Tatsumi this is so unlike you! I can't believe you would think it okay to leave Tsuzuki alone with a serial killer! Especially one like him! Muraki's always up to no good, even if he's not killing! He's not good company for Tsuzuki, or anyone! We need to go back! If we don't- WHAT IS IT HIRA?!"
People were staring. Lots of people. Everyone. Which was fine with me. I didn't really mind. It wasn't like I was ever going to see any of these people again. Although they might see me again. I had my own special appearance, and I tended to stick out a little more then most in crowds.
Hira had been tugging on the sleeve of my sweater and I really don't know what he needed to say that was so important it couldn't wait. I had turned around, flinging the coat around a little to my left with some very heated arm flailing, "WHAT?" I repeated, expectant.
He stood there for a second, just staring like everyone else was, before speaking, "Mr. Tatsumi's phone is ringing."
Tatsumi lunged at the table and picked up the phone, flipping it open so violently I thought the top would break off, "What is it?" He said, staring at the table so hotly I thought he would melt a hole through it.
I watched him and sighed, calming myself down. I suppose Tatsumi wouldn't leave Tsuzuki if he didn't it was okay. I could trust him. I leaned my ear to the phone and was surprised that Tatsumi decided he didn't need to shove me away.
"No," Tatsumi sniped.
"Please," Tsuzuki sounded weary.
"No."
"I'm going."
"Then so am I."
"You can't."
Tatsumi paused for a second, "Tsuzuki, why? Why do you need to go?"
"He knows something. We made a deal, alright? I won't be at work tomorrow. I just wanted to tell you. Bye."
"Tsuzuki." He'd already hung up. Tatsumi snapped the phone shut reluctantly and grunted, "Don't go doing something you'll regret," he said. He turned and left.
I picked up his wallet and jacket and walked out as well, Hira following me. Tatsumi was already gone, not to my surprise. He'd probably be going home now, "So," Hira said, "Was he talking to us? What are we doing that we might regret?"
"I don't know. He might have been talking to Tsuzuki." Either way it was a valid warning.
"I think I'm done for today," I said, draping Tatsumi's jacket over my arm.
"Sure thing," He said, waving as I turned to leave, "I love you. Goodnight." He spoke to back.
I didn't say anything, but I waved a little half-heartedly. Hira wilted behind me and I heard him start on his own way.
I almost started crying when I realized that was the last time I would see him for a long time. I walked a little then turned around, finding that Hira had turned to watch me go. He looked pretty unhappy, I must say.
I walked towards him slowly, feeling like the undead (well, the zombie kind, I mean) for I dragged my feet under the sudden unexplainable depression and he helped close the distance too. Before I was too close, he grabbed me and pulled me close, "I promise I'll call," I reassured like I had before, "I know the number of the hospital too."
He nodded into the crook of my neck and I smiled a little, finally picking up my arms and returning the embrace. This caused him to squeeze tighter and I waited patiently for my release. I smiled and watched the sky, allowing my eyes to water as he finally backed away, "Alright, alright," he said, calming himself and smiling brightly, "Okay, okay," he was pretty shaken, I guess, "You have to call me tomorrow. Call me a lot."
I continued to smile, "Of course, dearest. I'll come and visit you lots, too. Find out about Mikosei," I turned around and it was at that instant that a determined tear streaked down my face from the crease of my eye. I wiped it away quickly, and sped up. I launched myself into air and did not look back. I wasn't going to be working very well. Tatsumi would probably be more of a hardass then usual. Tsuzuki would be distant and near unresponsive. Hisoka would get frustrated with our strange behavior and would spew grumpiness at us whenever he got the chance. Not that I'd blame him. The poor kid had to deal with some very idiotic people. Being the only one who's got a grasp on common sense, he probably snapped a long time ago.
"Damn, damn, damn, damn," I chanted, as if Hira could still see my face. I veered to the left and transported home. I wasn't very accurate with my coordinates, because I landed in the sink in my bathroom. Which really hurt. I stood up and rubbed my back where the faucet had mercilessly probed me, and swaggered into the main room, where I collapsed into a very worn sofa. If only I had some chocolate ice cream. I had no comfort food in my house anywhere. There was nothing I felt lie eating, nothing to calm me down.
Except company. Which I was currently not able to obtain. I could go see Tatsumi, but he was not in a very happy mood, anyway. I didn't need to be bothering him more than I had already. He was done for the day.
"Damn, damn, damn, damn."
-END CHAPTER FOUR-
Oh my Gods! This chapter was so short!! My sincerest apologies everyone! The reason it took so long was because I was trying to think of more to write! I couldn't think of anything that I could take from chappie five so I added more to Muraki's part at the top and quit. This was just meant to be informative and it set up the way the rest of the story would go. I promise for a longer chapter next time! Chapter five will be Tatsumi's POV.
Tsuzuki: Tatsumi didn't like this chapter.
Amagumo: No. I'm sure he didn't. (grins evilly)
Muraki: I didn't like it so much either.
Amagumo: No one should have.
Watari: Not even the readers.
Amagumo: I'll kill you.
Watari: lackadaisically Uh huh.
Tatsumi: …
Hira: I feel neglected. 'Tari didn't say he loved me.
Tatsumi: grin …
Tsuzuki: Muraki, get him to talk.
Muraki: Sorry, dearest, can't.
Tsuzuki: Stop calling me that! And, yes, you can!! Do it now!
Muraki: sighs Ahem. Mr. Tatsumi, I'm afraid if you do not speak, very terrible things will befall you, your family, and Mr. Tsuzuki. Terrible things.
Tatsumi: …
Muraki: Terrible things.
Tatsumi: …
Muraki: I'm afraid terrible things will befall Watari.
Tatsumi: Lay one hand on him and--! (clutches mouth)
Amagumo + Watari: Loser.
Tsuzuki: Yay!! Tatsumi!! (hugs Tatsumi)
Muraki: (twitch)
Amagumo: Um… did everyone get their cookies?!
Tatsumi: Well, now that I'm talking… BWAHAHA! Mr. Andou is gone!! Now I can seduce Watari and end the-!!
Amagumo: Don't give anything away, please…