Forever Mine

This chapter tells more about what happened in the last chapter . A Tsuzuki POV.

Sorry to all the big Tatsumi fans out there. In this story I really wanted to show Tatsumi need for Tsuzuki.In the beinging of this chapter I really put the shadow master into showing us how much.The pain, regret and desire. All into one scene.

In this I could really feel Tatsumi pain. The feeling of wanting someone so bad. but not able to have them. knowing that they don't feel the same for you.It makes you do some crazy things. At least in Tatsumi case.

Chapter Ten: What you can or can’t Have


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The secretary touched the red-stained sheet knowing well enough the blood was not his own. He slammed a fist hard at the wall screaming out his anger, only to fall forward leaning his head beside the new hole that he just recently made.

"Tsuzuki!" He called out.

Grabbing ahold of his half-erected length, he began stroking it. He could still feel the heat from Tsuzuki body as he imagined himself touching the other man. Violently, he thrashes at his member, rubbing it harder and harder. Breathing heavily, his hand gripped hard the headboard. He closed his eyes as a deep and hard moan escapes his mouth causing him to jerk his head up as he realeases himself.

"Tsuzuki..."

The man of shadows gets up from the bed, pulling off the sheets and covers and places them in a pile in the corner. He then pulls off his own clothes and throws them into the pile. He walkd into his kitchen, naked and takes a drink from the wine they had earlier. The secretary notices the broken glass on his kitchen floor and smirks dropping the bottle in his hand as it also breaks, hitting the ground. He walked into the bathroom turning on the water as hot as he could get it. It didn’t really matter anyway. He stepped into the tub as the heat scorches his feet but he just goes in sitting down. The steam now covering the bathroom with a light mist. He leaned down watching the blood from his body wash off and laughs. Softly at first, then becoming louder until finally they turn into sobs. He covers his face wiping the tears looking up at the ceiling.

"Tsuzuki, I’m sorry."


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Tsuzuki sat outside on a patio overseeing a large flower garden. The sight was truly beautiful as the moon cascaded a glowing hue on the field of various colors. But the brunette thoughts were far from the pleasant sight. His eyes just stared blankly ahead of him. Visions of just hours before flooding his mind. The Shinigami head was pounding, his neck stiff. Again that wasn’t the thing that had him in this state of utter lost. Disturbingly, he was remembering back to what had occurred between him and Tatsumi. Now that the drug had worn off and his senses was completely coherent, the guardian could remember everything that had happened. Everything.
"Tatsumi had thrown me onto the bed intent on raping me. It started out so slow. Tatsumi had pinned me down. I didn’t know what to make of this. What to say. It was Tatsumi after all. He touched me and I asked him what was he doing. Yet the words seemed so meaningless to him. He simply told me what he wanted. His body did the same as he pressed it down onto me. At this, I told him to stop. This must of made him mad because now his hand was on my mouth. All that came out were muffled sounds. He wasn’t looking at me at all but to my body and his hand wandered down tearing open my belt and pants."

"I squirmed from this, but that was all. It wasn’t until I felt pressure beneath me, hard and cold and painful that I realized what was going on. I screamed but only felt his hand being pushed harder against my mouth. Tears welled up in my eyes and they started running down my face. I guess this angered him even more. Before I knew it, his hands wrapped around my neck and they squeezed hard. I was gasping, trying hard to cough scream move, but nothing. He was saying something but I couldn’t hear any of it. My vision became blurry and everything was fading out of sight. My ears were ringing and my body started to become numb. It scared me. This feeling was so different from when I cut my wrist. Yes. Of course, I felt a sharp prick of pain, but that pain shortly left leaving me calmed and relaxed as I faded out of consciousness. Not at all like what I was feeling now."

"I couldn’t breath! I felt helpless. I remember Muraki doing this to me. But again it was so different, it was such a desirable feeling. To lose all senses and receive pure pleasure at the same time. The feeling was no doubt an amazing feeling. But Tatsumi was choking me and he was planning on taking it all the way. His thumbs were pushing hard into my windpipe. It made me want to throw up but because my passage way was so tightly squeezed I could only wheeze and gasp for air."

"I remember then he released me and I coughed and coughed. I rubbed my throat. I even threw up some fluid from coughing so hard. I glanced up at him and could seen the distraught look in his eyes. It tore at me. I didn’t want to see Tatsumi hurt and at that moment he looked mortified. Thinking nothing of what just happened to me, I touched his shoulder to reassure him it was okay. He just looked at me with such hurt in his eyes which quickly turned to hate. He snatched my wrist hard. I could hear my bone crack and it was painful to say the least. My only reaction was to pull away.
He slammed me against the headboard. My head cracked against the wood hard. My vision once again became blurry and I thought then I would fall into unconsciousness. Unfortunately, I wasn’t that lucky. Instead, I felt a warm streak of liquid run down the side of my face. I already knew what it was."

"By this time my body was in such a state of abuse but I felt only numb and weak. My shirt was violently torn open. And I felt cold kisses against my chest. He stopped suddenly. My eyes closed, losing all thought. My mind was going and I was losing consciousness. Faintly, I heard a voice."

'Let me in,' it said.

I knew it was Tatsumi and I weakly responded.

'I can’t.'

"I didn’t love him. I couldn’t freely give myself to him. If he wanted it so bad he would have to take it. And that is exactly what he intended on doing. He denied me my choice. And he forced a kiss on me. It disgusted me. Not because it was Tatsumi. But because I had no feelings for it. I tried to pull away from it, but his fingers were digging into my skin. It didn’t matter to him, because the blow to the head and whatever it was he put into that drink already had me weak to the point of numbness. I didn’t want this. Not with him"
"I bit at his hand and he recoiled only for me to feel a sharp pain across my face. God, that hurt! How much more could my body take?"

"I felt the urge to throw up again but this time the fluid was crimson, I could taste the metallic flavor in my mouth. By then, Tatsumi had traveled down my chest again. I could feel him closer to me now, his lower body touching mine and I could feel his hard member touching my opening. My eyes darted open weakly. Somehow, he managed to get my legs over his thighs and my pants down slightly. At this point there was no use fighting anymore. I was too weak to even try and from that I closed my eyes once again, tears rolling down my face. I called out. Why? And I just kept saying it over and over and over again."

"Why would he do this to me? The one person I trusted more than anybody."

Tsuzuki's thoughts were interrupted as a hand touched his shoulder. He tensed.

"Don’t."

The pale hand just slid up to the nape of the brunette's neck causing his head to pull back slightly.

Tsuzuki felt soft lips touch his cheek, kissing away the tears streaking down. He closed his eyes taking in the soft gentle gesture.

I’m sorry. I...I’m so sorry. It was my fault. I caused him," Tsuzuki hands were now shaking. Muraki grabbed ahold of them and held them tightly to the his chest.

"Don’t you dare! Why do you always do this? Why do you always blame yourself?" his voice was still calm and soothing.

Tsuzuki didn’t answer. He just gripped tighter onto his own shirt.

Muraki’s phone started ringing. The doctor pulled away but the Shinigami grabbed tight his hands.

"No. Just hold me, please. Just hold me tight.”

Muraki didn’t object. Whoever it was that was calling him could wait.

He stood the Shinigami up and walked them to the bed. Tsuzuki laid his head against the pale's man chest as Muraki propped against the headboard. His fingers rubbing softly through the Shinigami's hair causing Tsuzuki to cuddle deeper into his chest. Despite the pale man's soothing gestures toward his Shinigami, his mind raced wildly.

Muraki was furious that this other man had touched what was his. Normally, under these circumstances, Muraki wouldn’t care as long as he got what he wanted. But this...this was different. Muraki loved this man in his arms. Had feelings he had never had with another person before. The thought of seeing his beloved like this made him livid.

He held Tsuzuki for half the night, until finally the brunette fell asleep. Muraki got up slowly from the bed. He had to do something to get his mind off of what he was thinking. That urge to kill was creeping slowly back into his mind. That was the last thing he should be thinking about. But it would release a lot of tension, vent out his anger somehow. But Tsuzuki wouldn’t have any of that and he surly didn’t want to put his Shinigami into a deeper depression.

The doctor walked out to the patio and looked at the sun making a silent appearance over his garden. This would have been the time I would be heading back from the hospital. But when Tsuzuki came in looking the way he did, falling into my arms, I was ready then and there to find the culprit responsible and deal with them for leaving my Shinigami in such a state.

I laid him on the bed next to my patient who was eyeing me no doubt with curiosity. I didn’t mind though. I was dealing with something far more important at the moment. I checked all over his body and found bruises and a broken wrist. His head didn’t look too well either and his clothes were torn and ripped in places I wish I didn’t have to envision why. From the looks of his condition, I gathered that this must have taking place not even within an hour as his wounds still have not healed. Whoever it was that did this to him did quite a number and my mind rationally thought it might have been a demon. That was until he jolted upright screaming a name.

"Tatsumi..." the pale figure mouthed under his breath.

His phone beeps as he thought now would be a good time to check it. He listened to the message.

"Muraki, it’s Oriya. I need to see you."


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Chapter Eleven : There is no turning Back

AGAIN : Sorry Tatsumi fans. But this was the darkness I wanted this story to go for.