The Devil\'s Last Name

Chapter 2

Written by: Fox

Note:

Some implied incest in this chapter, and lots of angst.

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[Kamakura, Kannagawa]

Tsuzuki smiled happily as he walked around Kamakura, taking in all the sights and scents that made up the tiny province of Kannagawa. Hisoka had grown up here, but he hadn’t seen it due to his parents’ hate toward him, and Tsuzuki was bound and determined to make the younger one enjoy every minute so that he would snap out of his issues. He thought the scent of the sea and sounds of the people around them would heal the boy’s mind about the place and soothe him.

Unfortunately for Hisoka, the exact opposite was happening.

Hisoka looked around the place but didn’t show himself to anyone, not wanting to be seen and cause a commotion. The last thing this place needed was for the well known and respected dead to walk amongst the living. The riot that would ensue if that should happen would have been enough to cause the small village to collapse in on itself and destroy far too many innocent lives.

Not that Hisoka thought that any of the people around them were innocent. Far from it. Everyone had known the story behind the Kurosaki house and had even allowed the mental abuse and hate that Hisoka had suffered to happen. No one had stood up for him as a child, and no admitted that it had ever happened.

No one had admitted to the silent screams and rape that had happened to him.

No. It wasn’t good to think that way. Instead he focused on the truth: If he had been spotted, the village would have turned topsy turvy in a matter of seconds. His blonde hair and green eyes were both the envy and lust of everyone, and were well known to belong solely to those whom were born under the name Kurosaki.

As he thought of his status in this place he looked up to the highest hill in the village as if his attention had been summoned that way and cringed with the desire to run away, escape back to the safety of his tiny home in Meifu. The obscenely large house looked darker than he last remembered it to be.

He remebered the outline of it seemed to pulse with darkness, like a demon’s heartbeat (perhaps that what it really had been, Yatonogami’s heart) while parts of it still held the season’s beauty. Colorful flowers here and there, or snow glistening like piles upon piles of salt. But now, it was completely dark, no life, no purity. It was all like horribly decayed rot on one patch of stark ground that looked dead itself. His mind was probably presenting it to him this way because of how soiled he knew it to be since Tatsumi and Watari visited it.

One reason for the death in his mind was the fact that the first born daughters in the family tree had been killed mercilessly. This was done until a son was born to carry on the burden of containing the curse so that the deceitfully peaceful village below would be safe for another generation. This happened almost every generation as males were rarely born first in his seemingly perfect family. Unfortunately this included his older sister Hisoka (her remains had been taken back from his uncle and properly buried in her grave once again since he stole them) whom’s name had been given to him upon his own birth.

The purpose behind this mindless slaughter was simple: No female could become a container and keeper of Yatonogami and withstand the daily torture of allowing the demon to rape, degrade and transform their body without dying and bearing an heir. The moment she would have become pregnant, Yatonogami would have killed the child within her womb. Such was his desire to destroy the Kurosaki family and be free again.

But Yatonogami was now properly and completely sealed away under the house, deep in a sleep spell that would keep him sealed forever as far as any spell master would be concerned.

But this wasn’t what was making Hisoka so uneasy really. He had suspected the truth for a long time. As a tiny child being led by the hand by his tall and beautiful father his empathy had told him that this seemingly gentle being that called itself his father was two entities in one body.

Both had been hateful to him for different reasons, though he hadn’t quite known what those reasons were until Tatsumi’s investigation. What he knew for sure was that his mother had told Nagare to destroy him as a baby and young child for some reason, and that his father wished to do so.

However the command wasn’t carried out by a blood relative. It was his family’s sick luck to have a perverted mad man do the work, and do it slowly with a desperate anger.

In any case he was no longer a Kurosaki as far as he was concerned, even though he had the demon’s blood in him allowing him some extra powers. These powers were the reason behind the hate his parents had held for him and were nothing more than one of life’s more hideous jokes.

As the boy reflected on these things Tsuzuki looked at Hisoka to offer to sneak a meat bun to the younger shinigami when he noticed where his partner’s gaze was. He turned and looked up at the house and frowned.

The reason he had requested this place was to shake Hisoka loose of his limiting past. If he didn’t face everything and get everything out, there was no way that he could possibly free himself of the strain of dealing.

He knew the risk of it being too soon for the boy to deal with these things, but he was sure that Hisoka could handle it. It had been nearly a month since the boy had stopped crying, and he seemed to be more relaxed about himself.

“Saa, let’s go Hisoka.” He said softly as he headed for the house. Of course he hadn’t told Hisoka the real reason behind coming to this tiny province. Hisoka would have flatly refused had he known.

Hisoka blinked confused green eyes at him. “What the hell do you mean let’s go? This is the end of the market. There’s no where else to go.”

“Iie. You still have to show me around your house.” he said gently.

Hisoka swallowed, his green eyes becoming impossibly large. “You...” he took a ragged breath, “You want me to go back in that place? After all I.. What they....” He watched Tsuzuki in disbelief for a moment, “NO!” he screamed as loud as possible.

Tsuzuki sighed and looked at his partner pleadingly. He knew this was going to be difficult. “Hisoka, it’s ok. Yatonogami is sealed, and nothing can set him free again.”

Hisoka marched up to Tsuzuki and slapped him with all his strength. “You think that I was afraid of that stupid demon? Kurikara or Souryu or any shikigami could easily kill him! I’m not afraid of some stupid overgrown snake bastard!” he panted for breath, his anxiety almost putting him into a panic. “I’m not afraid of that...” he moaned quietly as he held his head in his hands.

Tsuzuki reached out to hold him, but Hisoka side stepped away from him. Tsuzuki looked hurt and tried to move toward him again and again, but Hisoka kept out of reach.

He looked at Tsuzuki with hurt and defiance. “Tsuzuki, stay away from me.” he took a sharp breath and looked up at the decaying mansion. “I’ll show you that place, and I’ll tell you exactly what the hell I’m afraid of in every filthy evil room in that house. You will not touch me once while I do so, and afterward when we’re back in Meifu, don’t talk to me. In fact, I want you to move out.” He said angrily as he marched toward the house.

Tsuzuki’s eyes were wide as he watched Hisoka weave his way through the crowd, and he immediately regretted requesting this vacation.

On the hill behind the house a man stood with his hands in his pockets grinning. His long white coat fluttered around his body as the breeze kicked up around him.

“Don’t worry utsukushi no boya (beautiful boy), I’ll make sure that you enjoy reliving every moment of terror and pleasure you had here. Your father has even agreed to it this time.” Muraki murmured with a slight purr of pleasure as he headed into the carefully set up house.

This was going to be his most beautiful trap ever, and he was going to enjoy it immensely. A figure followed him silently.

Not having felt the dark entities behind the house, Hisoka didn’t pause despite his body shaking slightly as he walked up the dark pathway leading to his ancestral home’s entrance. He only paused for a moment on the landing to look at his hand for a moment to gauge his shaking.

He knew the reason he was shaking so badly was because of a bad mix of anger and fear, but he was bound and determined to do this. Tsuzuki wasn’t going to leave him alone until he faced himself and his family since the truth came out. The baka probably thought that he was messed up mentally from it all.

Well he was right in a twisted sort of way. He was messed up. Anyone who had been in his position would have been messed up! Losing a sister to a demon’s rules, a mother to his father’s twisted mind and perversion, and his virginity to an insane pervert behind his own home would be enough to make anyone shake under the pressure of living.

But he was more concerned with the responsibility behind controlling the most powerful shikigami in all of Gensoukai then with his empathy or any of his family’s dark secrets. Those things were supposed to be buried in the past; deep, dark, and ugly in his mind alone.

He took a deep calming breath and mustered up his courage as much as he could before he slowly opened the door. The rusted hinges squeaked in pain before giving and letting the immense oak door slide over the threshold and into the dark entry room.

They quietly stepped into the house and took their time as they looked around the inside of the anteroom of the once carefully maintained home. Hisoka spoke quietly as he walked across the marble floor to the main door of the house.

“I don’t remember much about the entry way except that I was made to stay here once while my father went back to get something for Hisoka’s grave. I think it was a doll...” he said as he looked over the ornate door. He rested his hand on the door knob and turned it, pushing it open. He was greeted by a rush of stale, slightly putrid air.

“Aa. It was a doll.” said a deceptively silky voice behind where Tsuzuki stood. They turned in unison to see Muraki standing by the door with a twisted smile on his face. “Okairi, Hisoka-san.” he said softly.

Hisoka’s eyes widened and he shrank against the wall, his mind paralysed as he tried to decide what to do.

Muraki quickly pushed the door shut, encompassing the room in pitch black. Footsteps raced around the room for a moment before there was an audible shout from Tsuzuki and then a grunt of pain before a hand grabbed Hisoka’s and pulled him into the adjoining room.

They ran forward quickly, their footsteps deafening to the younger man as Hisoka tentatively reached out with his empathy. Hisoka blinked when he found that he couldn’t feel anything other than the need to get to another room somewhere deep in the house.

“Tsuzuki?” he asked quietly as he was led into a dark room. He gasped as the light was flipped on to reveal a bed with straps and an odd camera like mechanism attached to the headboard. There were two others mounted on either side of the bed and another at the foot of the bed. He turned to the person holding him and swallowed a scream.

“You really have gotten good at protecting yourself from other people’s emotions Bouya. I guess it’s time for me to start stripping away at those shields of yours again, ne?” Muraki asked as he smiled. He pulled Hisoka toward the bed and pushed him down, holding him as he started to strap him down on the bed.

“MURAKI!” Hisoka yelled, trying to pull away as Muraki grabbed an arm to cuff. He flailed his free arm wildly, yanking at the strapped one and trying to punch the doctor as he did so. Muraki’s hold on him however was too strong, and he found himself yelping in pain as bruises formed under Muraki’s fingers, then healed away only to be bruised again when he was completely strapped down. He huffed with exhaustion from his minor fight and groaned in pain.

Muraki smiled down at him. “Any minute now your partner will find the clue I left for him and will be walking into your mother’s room where I have set up a little surprise for him. He won’t have to listen to you talk about your past here.” Muraki said with a pleased, yet twisted smile. “No.. He’ll get something much more detailed than words could ever describe.” He ran his hand over Hisoka’s covered belly, moving it down to the hem of Hisoka’s shirt.

Hisoka flinched and tried to wiggle free but the cuffs around his hands and legs were connected to each other under the bed by chains, and were wrapped tightly around the legs of the wooden bed. Muraki smiled at the attempt to escape and slid his wandering hand under Hisoka’s shirt.

“Bouya, you get to show him first hand what exactly you went through. Your father let me rig this place in hopes of your return to show Tsuzuki not only everything I had done to you, but also what he did to you back then.” he said with a small smirk of triumph.

Hisoka’s eyes widened considerably at the mention of his father. “W-what do you mean?”

“You’ll remember soon enough, ne Nagare?” Hisoka turned his head to the left, away from Muraki and toward the sound of light footfalls to see his father walking over to a nearby wall to lean against.

“O-otou-sama?” Hisoka’s voice was small and fearful. “What... Why are you here?” Hisoka asked in an almost whisper.

“I’ve missed you Hisoka.” Nagare said quietly as he slowly removed his blindfold. Hisoka bit his lip hard in fear as he waited to see the hideous snake-like eyes that he remembered his father having.

‘The eyes of the demon,’ he reminded himself sourly.

Instead he met deep green gems much like his own eyes. He shuddered in disgust at the unfamiliar look his father had as Nagare stood straight and approached the bed.

“Muraki-san, may I speak with my son alone?” Nagare asked quietly. He looked at the platinum blonde haired man as if he were dismissing a cringing servant.

Muraki smiled slightly in response. “Of course. I need to prepare Tsuzuki-san for this anyway. Family reunions are too precious to be wasted on the unappreciative like me anyway, Nagare-san.” Muraki replied cooly as he walked out of the room, shutting the door soundly behind himself.

Nagare watched Muraki leave the room completely before turning back to his son, his silk kimono rustled with his every move, the painted phoenix on it seeming to dance vividly as he faced his son. He looked down at Hisoka, his frown deepening as he considered his son spread out on the bed.

“You are a disgrace Hisoka. You don’t deserve to carry your sister’s name. You let yourself be touched by an impure man outside of this house and never once made yourself useful to us! Your clumsy ability in martial arts is a disgusting show to have to watch, and you can’t even use that miserable gift that the repulsive cursed demon of this family gave to you! How dare you return to such a distinguished house a ruin!” Nagare said, sneering at his son. “You are a monster and I should have done as Rui told me. You are no better than fertilizer for the dead flowers. At least if I had done it you’d have had some worth to us.”

Hisoka looked fearful and tried to cower into the bed in shame away from the figure that his father Nagare made. He looked away in his overabundant sense of shame. Nagare watched him with contempt and shook his head at the pitiful creature that Hisoka created.

“I will make you repent your sin of living after your death and punish you just as I did when you were a child.” he hissed as he started to undress his son.

Hisoka’s eyes widened and he couldn’t hold back the fearful scream that ripped itself from his throat. Nagare ignored him and continued to undress Hisoka, ripping the cuffs off of the boy’s arms roughly and running his hands over the pale skin to pull at the undergarments Hisoka wore.

When the boy was undressed Nagare smiled grimly. “At least you carried our family’s beauty in your monstrous blood. But you still shamed us. You let him touch this beauty, and now I’m going to reclaim it for our own and cleanse his filth from you.”

He took a bucket that had been set aside with warm water and began to scrub Hisoka somewhat roughly, the boy’s skin pinking under his callous touch. He rinsed him and rubbed him dry with a towel before reaching for a nearby bag and pulling the gorgeous kimono out. It’s light blues were accented by deep purples and would have looked unbelievable on the gender it was created for.

“I.. Tou-sama that’s a woman’s...”

“And you think you deserve a man’s after all that you let happen to you?” Nagare snarled as he forced the outfit onto his son, unlocking his cuffs one at a time to slip the cuffs of the beautiful silk outfit over his arms one at a time before locking them again. “Oriya-san had been right about your desire for that man that is your partner. As had that other man if you could call what he is a man...”

Hisoka merely lay there deaf to his father’s words, slowly giving in.

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To Be Continued