Wow so sorry it took me so long to update. I've been very busy this last semester. But now being summer well I'm still busy but I'll make some time to updates these fics. So without further-ado I give you chapter 2.
It was happening again, hands were crawling over his body. Lips were kissing and biting into his flesh. The hazy world spun as he tried to think of anything but what was currently happening to him. Hands traveled lower and lower, a blade cut into his skin and the warm blood trickled down his sweat-covered body, stinging the already open wounds. The red moon shone down, bathing the landscape in its blood colour. He shut his eyes against the invading light and tried to force his mind to be elsewhere. Warm breath hovered over his chest and slowly rose to pause just above his mouth.
"You're so beautiful when you're scared Soka-chan."
Eyes snapped open and locked with deep violet ones, hovering just above him. Wha…?
"The crimson of your blood is breathtaking."
Tsuzuki? The hot breath was now leaning down by his ear; a tongue snuck out and licked the length of it.
"You didn't really think I could care about a broken doll like you." Doll? "I'd never love a thing like you." It's… not true… "You'll always be his play thing. I can barely stand to look at you. You disgust me."
That's…That's right…I'm just a monster, a freak child…why would anybody love me? Why would I think I'm worthy to be loved by him?
"Time to finish my work…" The warmth had disappeared completely; no body covered his anymore. As he looked up, he saw a knife was held in the hand of Tsuzuki. And, as it came down upon him, Hisoka began to think that maybe this was how it was supposed to be... this was his punishment.
A loud crashing sound caused Hisoka to wake up and bolt into a sitting position. He raised a hand to his forehead and breathed in deep. What a nightmare… He'd expected the usual nightmares of memories he tried to forget…but this…wetness stung his eyes and he rubbed his eyes with his hand to rid them of their tears. Another noise from the main apartment caught his attention. He eyebrows furrowed in confusion; somebody had broken into his apartment?
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Only a small amount of light leaked through the door and into the hall of Kokakuroh. It was enough, however, for Oriya to notice. The room in question was for his use only, and he did not take kindly to intruders. Sliding the door open, he stepped in and closed it behind him.
A fire was ablaze in the pit in the middle of the room, and a silver haired man sat on his knees in front of it. Symbols were drawn on the dirt in front of him and he lips moved silently, speaking unknown words.
"I'd appreciate it if you asked me before using my fire room…" he stated.
Muraki opened his eyes, his concentration broken. It didn't matter though; he'd completed what he'd meant to. Brushing the symbols away, he stood and turned to face the owner of his current dwelling.
"Of course, forgive me Oriya." He said and bowed almost mockingly.
"Do I even want to know what you were up to?" he asked knowingly.
"Probably not," was the response.
Oriya nodded and turned to leave but Muraki's voice caused him to stop and turn back around.
"Oriya…"
"Yes?"
"I have a favor to ask of you…"
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Reaching over to the side-table, Hisoka opened the top drawer and removed a handgun. Getting out of bed, not bothering to put on a shirt, Hisoka cautiously walked over to the bedroom door. Holding the gun to him, he took a breath and then pushed the door open a little and peeked out. Darkness littered the place, and only a faint light from the windows made the outline of things visible. The outline of a figure moved in the darkness and Hisoka saw it. Raising his gun he shouted at the intruder.
"Don't move! Who's there?" he bellowed pointing the gun in the direction of the shadow. The form paused and stood still.
"Don't shoot!" a familiar voice squeaked back.
Hisoka's brow furrowed, he knew that voice…still holding the gun in his right hand he reached across the wall with his left and flicked on the light switch. Light poured into the room and Hisoka was met with the disheveled looking form of Tsuzuki. If possible, his brow furrowed even more. Why was Tsuzuki in his apartment in the middle of the night?
"What the hell are you doing here?" he yelled at the man, his gun still raised.
Tsuzuki stood still, his arms behind his back, which seemed to be holding something large. His eyes lowered to the ground. "I…well I mean…I wanted to surprise you…"
Hisoka's eyebrows raised, "Well good job," he lowered the gun, but kept it in his hand. "Why did you feel the need to break into my apartment in the middle of the night?"
Tsuzuki looked offended; "I did not break in!" his eyes glanced down at the lamp he had knocked over and then back up at Hisoka. "The fire escape window was unlocked…" he laughed nervously.
I'll have to remember to lock that, Hisoka thought as Tsuzuki explained how he'd gotten in. "Alright, that explains how but I'm still waiting for why."
Tsuzuki looked down at his feet again. "Well I saw your file…"
"You read my file?" Hisoka asked, outraged.
"Yes…and well, I saw that today is…well…" he brought his arms around to reveal a large rectangular box that was wrapped in strange blue and white wrapping paper. "Happy Birthday Hisoka!" he said cheerfully, if not a little nervously.
Hisoka stared dumbfounded at the box Tsuzuki was holding out. Birthday? It was his birthday? He'd completely forgotten…He didn't really remember any of his birthdays from when he was very young, and after his 'gift' started to manifest, it hadn't really been a thing to celebrate to his parents.
Blinking back into reality Hisoka saw that Tsuzuki was getting very nervous, shifting his weight from foot to foot and fiddling with the light blue bow that decorated the box he held out.
Hisoka walked over the kitchen table and placed the gun upon it. He then turned around and walked over to where Tsuzuki stood with the gift held out. Before reaching for it he examined the outside, it was a long box, but not very deep…he wondered what could be inside it? Grasping the box in both hands, Hisoka pulled it away from Tsuzuki's hands and placed it on the table. He glanced up at Tsuzuki who now had a huge smile on his face.
"Go ahead, open it!" he encouraged.
Hisoka hesitated for a moment before carefully opening the corners of the paper. Pulling it off, it revealed a long plain cardboard box. Glancing up at Tsuzuki he could feel the excitement coming from him…and he already knew what it was!
Lifting the cover from the box he saw that whatever it was it was wrapped in a white cloth. Carefully pulling the cloth back Hisoka gasped.
"Tsuzuki…"
An authentic Katana sword lay nestled in the cloth. Reaching in, the boy lifted the weapon and pulled the blade from its sheath. The blade shone silver, catching the light in certain spots. It was sharp, ready for use if the need called for it. The craftsmanship was beautiful. The hilt of the blade decorated in silver and blue designs. Hisoka gaped at the weapon; it was a gorgeous blade. This was his?
"Tsuzuki…this must have cost a fortune…" He wasn't very good at showing his gratitude and it was true these blades would cost far more money than Tsuzuki could afford.
"Yes well, I saved up the money from our cases that I usually would have bought sweets with…Also, I had some extra cash in my savings."
Hisoka's brow rose again, "You gave up sweets so you could buy this for me?" he asked astonished.
Tsuzuki looked embarrassed and looked away for a moment, "Yes well it wasn't easy, but I wanted to do this for you…" He looked back up at Hisoka. There was such honesty in those eyes… He wasn't hiding anything. He really had just wanted to get him this. But how had he known Hisoka had an interest in the marital arts?
"How did you know…?" he started to ask.
"I heard from Tatsumi about what happened in Kyoto… I thought you'd like a real one to train with…of course if you don't like it then that's okay…" He confessed and glanced away, waiting for Hisoka's response.
"I like it…I like it a lot. Thank you Tsuzuki." Hisoka said and sheathed the blade again.
Tsuzuki broke into a huge grin. "Good!" he said and jumped to the ground and picked up a fancy decorated square box from the ground. "Time for cake!"
Hisoka backed up a little bit; there was no way he was eating cake…no way at all…
Hisoka sighed bringing the fork to his mouth once again. The sweet taste of the vanilla cake invaded his senses, although he wasn't entirely sure if it was a bad experience. How had he let himself get talked into this,he wondered as he looked over at his partner who was busily eating his piece of cake, though if his count was right, it was actually his third. He looked over to the clock on the wall; time was ticking on, and it was almost time to get ready for work. Using this as an excuse, Hisoka stood from his chair, leaving his last bite of cake on the plate.
"We have to get ready for work. You can use the shower if you want. I had one last night, I'm going to get changed," he said and pushed in his chair.
Tsuzuki looked up at him with his big puppy eyes, a fork hanging from his mouth. "But Hisoka, you didn't finish your cake!" he stated, pointing to the last piece that occupied Hisoka's plate.
Hisoka frowned at the offending cake. "You can have it." He was sure that would work! Tsuzuki couldn't turn down sweets.
Tsuzuki shook his head and stood up. "No, it's your birthday cake, you have to finish at least one piece of it!" he whined, walking over to Hisoka's side of the table. "It's a rule!" he stated very matter-of-factly.
Hisoka glared at him. A rule? Maybe a rule he'd just made up on the spot. Hisoka watched as Tsuzuki picked up the fork and scooped up the last piece of cake. Holding it carefully, with his hand underneath, he pushed it in front of Hisoka's mouth.
"Come on Hisoka…just one little bite…" He was grinning like a mad man and for some reason it was causing a blush to form on Hisoka's cheeks. Tsuzuki was actually trying to feed him!
"Pleeease…" he begged and gave Hisoka the most adorable look he could think up.
Hisoka sighed and closed his eyes; he then opened them and moved forward so Tsuzuki could feed him the cake. Tsuzuki smiled widely as Hisoka took the cake into his mouth; he had to admit he didn't mind the taste all that much. Keeping his eyes locked with Tsuzuki's in silent defiance he felt the metal of the fork slide out of his mouth. He glared at Tsuzuki as he chewed the cake and swallowed.
"There, happy?" he asked.
Tsuzuki smiled even wider if possible and nodded.
Hisoka not really paying attention almost let a smile slip out. Almost, not quite, but the corners of his mouth twitched ever so slightly. Tsuzuki noticed. He practically jumped forward, placing his hands on Hisoka's shoulders.
"Hisoka! You smiled!"
Immediately his frown returned. "No I didn't. Baka…" he said, although there was no real force behind the words.
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"You didn't have to come, Oriya," the cold voice of Muraki said to his companion.
"I know, but I wanted to," he responded as they entered a hotel room in Nagasaki. They had traveled during the evening and had just now arrived around four in the morning.
"You're not going to like my life," Muraki stated as they entered an elevator to go up to their room.
"I know all about what you do. I've had to cover up for you on several occasions, if you remember?"
Muraki gave a strange kind of laugh, "That's true. But you've never seen it,"
Oriya shrugged. It didn't really matter to him. He'd long ago accepted this about the man. That it was just a part of who he was, not that he agreed with it, but it was just the way things were.
"I can take it," he said.
The elevator dinged on the 12th floor and the doors opened. They stepped out of the elevator and walked down the hall to the third penthouse. Using Oriya's connections they were able to achieve getting the room. Opening the door with the card key, they both entered and closed the door behind them with a solid thud.
"I hope you're right," Muraki said and walked past Oriya into the vastness of the penthouse. "I'm going out. I have to stir up some… attention. You can come if you want," he said looking back at the other man underneath the strands of his hair.
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To Hisoka's dismay, it took them a lot longer to get to the office then it normally would have. This was mostly due to Tsuzuki stopping at every sweets shop and fogging up their windows. He vaguely considered just teleporting there, but he did feel like a good walk this morning. The fresh air seemed to take his mind off of his disturbing dreams.
Glancing at the bouncy man beside him, Hisoka inwardly sighed. It really was stupid. It was just a nightmare. Tsuzuki cared about him, his display that morning made that clear enough, didn't it? Violet suddenly met his gaze, happiness ebbing into concern. The blonde blinked and looked away.
"Hisoka?" Tsuzuki's voice cut through the air.
"I'm fine," he said, answering his partner's unasked question.
Tsuzuki seemed unconvinced however and pressed the matter. "But…"
"Come on, we're late for work." He said cutting him off.
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There was a strong smell of gasoline in the air of the small garage. A mixture of black and red liquids now decorated the cement floor. A white clad man, stood alone in the dark center of the room. A blade dripping with blood held in his grasp, and the body of a young, once attractive looking man lay still at his feet.
Light flickered into the room as the light above him was switched on. Spinning around the silver haired man pointed a gun towards the person standing at the entrance.
Oriya gave a little smirk at the weapon pointed at him, "That one seemed to rile you up a bit," he stated. The doctor sighed and returned his gun to it's hiding spot within his coat. Ah his coat…looking down at the fabric he was grateful he'd managed to avoid any blood splattering the surface this time, however the man in his panic had thrown a rag soaked in oil at the doctor's precious white coat. It was now stained with dark blotches of black oil.
"I'll have to make use of that dry cleaning service our hotel offers," he said, though he didn't really think they would be able to get it clean.
"That won't work," Oriya insisted. The longhaired man then glanced over at a few shelves near him.
"You have a better way?" he asked, intrigued that Oriya may know how to deal with such stains. The dark haired man said nothing but walked past a few of the shelves, grabbing a couple different things.
"I'm sure he won't miss these," he said. He then strolled towards the exit but stopped to wait for him.
Walking away from his third kill that morning, Muraki made sure to leave a small trace of himself behind. Those who knew what to look for would know this was his doing. And that was exactly what he wanted. Stopping beside Oriya, he glanced at what he was holding in his hands. One can that read Ammonia, and a bottle of dish soap. He raised an eyebrow at the other man. "Why Oriya, how very…resourceful of you."
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"So you're sure it's him?" Hisoka asked, looking over the file he'd been handed by Tatsumi. The shadow-master nodded, even as his eyes shifted towards Tsuzuki.
"But if you two don't want to take it…"
Tsuzuki piped up then, surprising both of them. "No, he's in our area. We should deal with it."
Tatsumi sighed, placing his hand on his glasses. "You know he's doing it on purpose, leaving those clues for us to find?" He paused, then getting no reaction continued. "He's trying to draw you out. I really don't think you should…" he trailed off seeing the look of determination and seriousness in Tsuzuki's eyes. Sighing, he handed him the money for their expenses. "Just be careful."
Okay sorry it didn't go barely anywhere in this chapter. I'll get it moving some more in the next one. Also again sorry it took so long, I've been very busy. But now it's summer! Time to be creative and updates my fanfics.