A/N: Hello, dearies! It's been a while hasn't it? Only about two more chapters to go!
Happy late Halloween?
Daisuke pulled away slowly, his eyes looking everywhere but to the confused girl in front of him.
Hisana stares silently at the blonde teen, blood rushing to her face, turning her pale cheeks a dark crimson shade.
The boy rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Well that shut you up, huh?"
Hisana blinked owlishly and placed a hand to her lips.
He had kissed her. Her first kiss.
The blonde cleared his throat.
"I'll put something on...You like movies?" He cringes at the question, and Hisana cannot help the small giggle that escapes her.
"...Yes, yes. I do, what's on?"
Daisuke jumps up to grab the remote control. He switches through the channels urgently, happy to be useful. Hisana traces the shape of her lips with quivering fingers. Their kiss had been passionate. Heated. He had pressed his lips upon her with such great intensity that it had literally taken her breath away.
"Phantom of the Opera?"
The raven haired woman glanced up. Those beautiful gray orbs stared back at her. In them held a gentleness that was foreign to her, and it made her heart flutter.
-o-
"You will curse the day you did not do all that the phantom asked of you!"
Hisana watched as the phantom gathered the frightened Christine into his arms, dragging her down into his labyrinth. Daisuke sat beside her, and she lay there, cuddled into his side as they lounged on the sofa. She wondered how it felt, to be in love with another to the point of obsession? To the point of stealing someone away against their very will?
The petite woman shuddered and buried her face into the blonde's shoulder.
Daisuke glanced down at her.
"The play is much better than the movie," he said reassuringly "I mean, the phantom isn't supposed to be attractive."
Hisana wanted to smile at his comment, but she frowned instead.
"I'm...I am afraid." She watched the film sympathetically, noting the distress that emanated from the pretty brunette on screen when the phantom proposed to her.
Daisuke said nothing for a moment. His eyes were sad, thinking. He gently pushed the tired girl away from him, putting a small pillow in his place.
"I'll be right back, Hisana,"
The said girl looked up at him drowsily, pawing sleepily at her amethyst eyes.
"Where are you going, Daisuke?"
The blonde gave her a small smile and reached out to take her hands, covering them with his own.
"To make a phone call."
-o-
2:00 A.M.
Hisana sprang up from the sofa. The small woman looked around frantically.
Something doesn't feel right...Where am I?
She noticed the television had been turned off, and light from the moon outside illuminated the quiet living room.
Right. Daisuke's house...but where is he?
"Daisuke?" Hisana called quietly. She slowly pulled herself from the sofa, padding hesitantly down the hallway.
"Daisuke..?"
The sound of footsteps approaching towards her startled the young student, and she reeled back, ready to take flight.
"Hisana?"
Daisuke emerged from around the corner. He was now dressed in in a simple t-shirt and lounge pants. He smiled gently at his companion's nervous expression.
"I made a phone call earlier, and when I came back to check on you, you were asleep."
The blonde took her hand and lead her back to the living room, and Hisana followed after him obediently.
"There's nothing to worry about, Hisa-,"
The sound of glass shattering caused Hisana to scream in alarm, and Daisuke looked around frantically, pulling the frightened girl closer to him.
"What the hell was that?"
"I-I think it came from the l-living room..."
A surge of pressure stopped them in their tracks.
It was as a menacing, heavy, crushing, force. Their breaths caught in their throat, and they gagged on the oxygen that pulled from their tightening lungs. They could not move. It felt as though an immense presence was sitting on their chests, numbing their limbs and weighing them to the ground. Beads of sweat dribbled down their foreheads as the piercing pressure consumed them.
Hisana turned her head a fraction to look to the side of her.
There, in the doorway, stood a ghost.
His ebony robes blew around him as he stood silently, watching them, unaffected by the overwhelming pressure.
"No," Hisana whispered, and the blonde cranked his head to the side to glance at her.
"No, no, no, no, no, NO!"
The boy took in Hisana's petrified expression, noticing her shrunken eyes, her quivering frame.
Daisuke locked gazes with Hisana, his eyes widening in realization.
"You." he whispered, his frightened orbs mirroring his raven haired companion's.
At that moment, just like that, the pressure ceased.
Hisana collapsed to the floor choking on shaky, labored breaths. Daisuke stumbled but forced himself to keep upright. He inhaled hoarsely.
"Y-you," he gagged "You're the, the, creep that's been stalking Hisana!" the blonde angled his body so that he blocked her from the man's view.
She was shaking. Shaking. Shaking.
He had followed her here. Here, to Daisuke's house of all places. She felt a wave of bitterness engulf her, for she did not know whether to be horrified or laugh at the irony of it all.
Do you all believe me now?
"What do you want with her?" Daisuke spat, his jaw was clenched and Hisana noticed the sweat that dripped from his chin.
The man towered over them silently. He wore half a mask on his face. It dipped sharply at the base of his chin, the top pulling around the back of the hair piece he wore. His long raven hair whipped around him, and Daisuke noticed the sinister glow that emanated from his piercing, stony gaze.
"I believe you have something that belongs to me."
And he disappeared in a flash.
NO DAISUKE!
Hisana stood frozen as drops of crimson splattered onto her face. Daisuke was falling. He was falling.
She did not see what happened to her friend. All she saw and heard was the young blonde crumbling to the floor, and the thundering boom that followed.
God...
Psychology had taught her that humans had three reactions when placed under stress.
Fight. Flight. And freeze.
Of all the times her body could have chosen to react in such a way, this was not one of them.
If you're there...
As the man, the monster towered over her friend's lifeless body, she could see the large, dark pool of his life essence begin to form beneath him.
Please
The burning sensation behind her eyes were all that she needed to confirm that she was crying, and she brought her hands to her lips, covering her mouth to cease the horrified scream that threatened to escape her.
With one smooth movement, the dark cloaked entity sheathes his sword.
He turns towards her. She can feel her heart pounding in her ears, and she feels that she is falling, falling into the deepest and darkest pits of despair.
Help us.
The phantom's lips part, and it's baritone voice falls from it's lips, deep and waterlogged.
"The brat is much more charming this way, is he not?"
-o-
"Dammit!"
Reiko turned the windshield wipers on angrily. She had just turned around, and was now speeding down the road back to Karakura Town.
"Damn Fumio calling me in the middle of the night...or morning!"
Cars flew past her and the redhead stepped on the brakes, skidding to a halt to avoid colliding with the truck in front of her.
"Shit!" she yelled, slapping her hands down on the steering wheel as rain pelted her vehicle.
"This better be good for making me cancel my holiday!"
-o-
She can not bear to meet his gaze, so she cowers beneath him, waiting for her fate like a defenseless piece of prey. The man had taken her upstairs to what she presumed to be Daisuke's room. He had roughly deposited her upon the bed before pinning her beneath him.
It can feel the presence of it's master's sword. Senbonzakura is there, watching, but staying silent, refusing to address the hollow.
Coward. He thinks, and the entity cannot help the small smirk that splits his lips.
Are you not going to even try to stop me? He muses, but the sword is stubborn, and he is met with an icy silence.
The girl, his master's wife, is struggling underneath him. She kicks and claws at him, tears of desperation streaming from her violet eyes.
He cannot help but find her delicious.
Oh how the hollow wishes to devour her whole...body and soul.
Her attempts at defending herself are amusing, if not pathetic. She is simply no match for him.
He would have her.
As a shinigami, his strength is beyond anything her innocent human mind can comprehend- but hollowfied, he is truly a force to be reckoned with. He could kill her, so easily maim her with his bare hands, yet she lies here, fighting him, with all she has.
With one hand, the hollow effortlessly pins the girls flailing arms above her head. He uses his other to gently caress her cheek with a false affection.
"Calm yourself."
Hisana stills, wide eyes flickering upwards to glance at the masked man.
What should be the whites of his eyes, show black through his mask. It's irises glow an eerie shade of fuchsia.
"Do not resist. You will only bring more harm to yourself, little one."
Hisana shudders, turning to bury her face into the soft pillows.
"To think that he attempted to court you again. After all this time?"
Blinded by tears, the girl gathers her wits and clears her throat.
"W-what?"
The entity pierces her with an amused look, eyes shining with malicious intent.
"Perhaps a whom, instead of a what, human."
Hisana stares helplessly confused at the man pinning her down. Bruises have formed from where he had nipped at her ivory skin.
"It is because of him, that I am here."
Hisana attempts to pull away, but he shifts his body so that his weight is distributed onto her tiny frame, suffocating her.
"P-please," she whimpers quietly "I-I don't know who you're talking about..."
The masked phantom merely glares down at her terrified form, and she shrinks into the mattress.
"Kuchiki Byakuya.," the name falls from it's mouth bitterly, and the being wraps a hand around her slender throat. He squeezes gently, enjoying the panic that spreads across her pretty face.
"To lose your wife to a terrible unknown disease, only to find her prancing around the world of the living one hundred years later..."
Hisana freezes then, her blood running cold.
Byakuya-Sama...
"Poor, poor man," the phantom's mouth curves upwards into a horrible grin. It is misplaced. Unnatural. Almost as if such an expression was never meant to be worn by someone such as him.
"He has come here, to claim you as his once again."
He fixes her with a stare then, his eyes burrow into her, and she flinches.
"But I suppose that what belongs to him," She whimpers as the phantom parts her legs. He lifts a slender thigh, his thumb stroking the milky, naked flesh.
"Also belongs to me."