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Torturous Guilt
Chapter Four: Torturous Guilt
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Looking up at the sky with the clouds beginning to overlap each other, Tsuzuki sits on the same bench where Maria Wong tried to attack him.
He knew he couldn't find Muraki. If he did see him though, would he be able to confront him about the murders? He still loved the pale man, that angel with his pale skin and bedroom eyes. What would he do?
Even though what he had said to Watari about killing him was nothing but a lie he had to say something, showing his anger to mask his real feelings of hurt and sorrow.
"Maybe being with Tatsumi might not be so bad. No! What am I thinking? I could never feel for Tatsumi the way I feel for Muraki. God, I miss him."
His lips tremble slightly as he closed his eyes.
He sighs deeply as he leans back against the cool bench.
"What I would do to feel your touch, to hear your voice."
Suddenly, a soft velvety hand touches his cheek followed by a silky warm voice, all too familar to his ears.
"Asato, I don't know what it is you want. What it is that I can prove to you.
It is your choice after all."
"My choice?" Tsuzuki's eyes snap open, he quickly looks behind him but finds nothing. Was his mind playing tricks on him?
"Am I just fooling myself? Tsuzuki, you have to get ahold of yourself. You got all excited earlier thinking Muraki might be alive and it just wasn't so. It has been two years. Why would he show up now?
The saddened Shinigami sighed again as he got up from the bench.
"There you are."
Startled, the brunette turns around seeing Tatsumi standing before him, smiling at him.
"You look exhausted," the secretary observed.
"I am. Tatsumi, can I stay at your place tonight?" Tsuzuki remembered the splattered dessert still on the wall of his apartment. He just didn't want to be reminded of anything right now.
Tatsumi was surprised to hear Tsuzuki ask such a question especially after what had happened earlier
"Of course you can, Zuki."
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Tatsumi's apartment fit him well. It was very spacious with a minimum amount of furnishings. Nothing like Tsuzuki's apartment. One large picture window took up whole wall making the night sky seem like watching a movie. The kitchen was in the middle of the room with no walls around it. An island which sat in the middle of the kitchen but that was about it. To the left was the living room which lead to some stairs. There was a lot of art deco and modern design with in the room, making it look somewhat like a art museum. On the right must of been his office as there were book shelves and a desk with a laptop on it. There was a small hallway which must have lead to the bedrooms and bathroom.
Tatsumi hangs his coat up, grabbing Tsuzuki's from of his shoulder.
"Please make yourself at home. There isn't must in the refridgerator, I'm afraid. I'm hardly ever home so there really isn't any point of shopping for groceries. We could order something if you would like..."
Tatsumi then notices Tsuzuki's sad expression.
"Zuki, are you okay?" Tatsumi asked softly.
Tsuzuki reassures the blue-eyed Shinigami by giving him a faint smile.
"I'm fine. Just a little tired."
Tatsumi walks him to the spare bedroom. "This is were you will sleep. The bathroom is at the far right end."
Tsuzuki walks past him to sit on the bed.
"There's some pajamas in the closet," the secretary added.
Tsuzuki smiled in gratitude, though there was something on his mind.
"Thank you, Tatsumi, for your concern."
Tatsumi shakes his head at the tired brunette.
"There's no need to thank me, I wanted to."
The secretary hesitated briefly. The thought was on his mind. Was Tsuzuki thinking the same thing?
"Zuki, about earlier..."
But the violet-eyed man interupts him. Right now was not a good time for this discussion. Especailly with what was running through his thoughts already. He was really thinking about giving Tatsumi a chance. But was it something he really wanted? Was him asking Tatsumi if he could stay the night a confession to himself? That maybe it wouldn't be so bad, if seeing how one night with this man could work? Then again, maybe he was thinking rashly because he was tired.
'Tatsumi, stop. Can we just let it go for now. I'm very tired and I just need some sleep," Tsuzuki pleaded.
Tatsumi nodded his head at the sleepy man, managing a small smile to hide his hurt.
"Of course, Zuki. I'm sorry. Please have a good night." He quietly closes the door.
Tsuzuki gets up from the bed grabbing a pair of pajamas out of the closet.
"Pink kittens?!" Tsuzuki chuckles seeing the long-sleeved cotton shirt and pajama bottoms.
"There a little big, but I guess it'll do."
He opens the window as it was a little stuffy in the room then crawls into bed wearily. He looks at the clock noticing it was just 9:00 and laughs.
"At least I know I won't be late for work."
His eyes slowly shut as he drifted off to sleep.
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The air was cold within Tsuzuki's room. The wind was high and a light flashed followed by a low rumble from outside. A storm was approaching, causing the world to become even colder.
But Tsuzuki was sound asleep and didn't even stir from the sound of thunder and flashes of light streaking across the dark room.
He really must have been tired.
The window suddenly closed as a shadow approached toward Tsuzuki's sleeping form. Slowly from the bottom of the bed the dark figure crawled up to the sleeping Shinigami, stradding on top of him.
A hand touches the guardian's face, lightly brushing back the dark strands of soft hair.
A finger slowly glides down Tsuzuki's peaceful features. Feeling the skin against his fingers down to his lips the figure proceeds forward touching them lightly. The figure bends over to touch those soft lips to his own.
That touch woke the Shinigani, his dazed glare could see the figure looking at him but he could barely make the features out.
The shadow softly touches his cheek. The man's breath warming one side of the violet-eyed man's face.
"I don't care what has happened. I will show you that you are mine."
Realization hits Tsuzuki. That soft, beautiful voice he longed to hear for so long. His eyes widened as he gazed at the figure over him. In a soft, hopeful voice he calls out:
"Katzutaka?"
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Aurther's note: Lemon!! anyone
Chapter five: Silence Broken
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Looking up at the sky with the clouds beginning to overlap each other, Tsuzuki sits on the same bench where Maria Wong tried to attack him.
He knew he couldn't find Muraki. If he did see him though, would he be able to confront him about the murders? He still loved the pale man, that angel with his pale skin and bedroom eyes. What would he do?
Even though what he had said to Watari about killing him was nothing but a lie he had to say something, showing his anger to mask his real feelings of hurt and sorrow.
"Maybe being with Tatsumi might not be so bad. No! What am I thinking? I could never feel for Tatsumi the way I feel for Muraki. God, I miss him."
His lips tremble slightly as he closed his eyes.
He sighs deeply as he leans back against the cool bench.
"What I would do to feel your touch, to hear your voice."
Suddenly, a soft velvety hand touches his cheek followed by a silky warm voice, all too familar to his ears.
"Asato, I don't know what it is you want. What it is that I can prove to you.
It is your choice after all."
"My choice?" Tsuzuki's eyes snap open, he quickly looks behind him but finds nothing. Was his mind playing tricks on him?
"Am I just fooling myself? Tsuzuki, you have to get ahold of yourself. You got all excited earlier thinking Muraki might be alive and it just wasn't so. It has been two years. Why would he show up now?
The saddened Shinigami sighed again as he got up from the bench.
"There you are."
Startled, the brunette turns around seeing Tatsumi standing before him, smiling at him.
"You look exhausted," the secretary observed.
"I am. Tatsumi, can I stay at your place tonight?" Tsuzuki remembered the splattered dessert still on the wall of his apartment. He just didn't want to be reminded of anything right now.
Tatsumi was surprised to hear Tsuzuki ask such a question especially after what had happened earlier
"Of course you can, Zuki."
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Tatsumi's apartment fit him well. It was very spacious with a minimum amount of furnishings. Nothing like Tsuzuki's apartment. One large picture window took up whole wall making the night sky seem like watching a movie. The kitchen was in the middle of the room with no walls around it. An island which sat in the middle of the kitchen but that was about it. To the left was the living room which lead to some stairs. There was a lot of art deco and modern design with in the room, making it look somewhat like a art museum. On the right must of been his office as there were book shelves and a desk with a laptop on it. There was a small hallway which must have lead to the bedrooms and bathroom.
Tatsumi hangs his coat up, grabbing Tsuzuki's from of his shoulder.
"Please make yourself at home. There isn't must in the refridgerator, I'm afraid. I'm hardly ever home so there really isn't any point of shopping for groceries. We could order something if you would like..."
Tatsumi then notices Tsuzuki's sad expression.
"Zuki, are you okay?" Tatsumi asked softly.
Tsuzuki reassures the blue-eyed Shinigami by giving him a faint smile.
"I'm fine. Just a little tired."
Tatsumi walks him to the spare bedroom. "This is were you will sleep. The bathroom is at the far right end."
Tsuzuki walks past him to sit on the bed.
"There's some pajamas in the closet," the secretary added.
Tsuzuki smiled in gratitude, though there was something on his mind.
"Thank you, Tatsumi, for your concern."
Tatsumi shakes his head at the tired brunette.
"There's no need to thank me, I wanted to."
The secretary hesitated briefly. The thought was on his mind. Was Tsuzuki thinking the same thing?
"Zuki, about earlier..."
But the violet-eyed man interupts him. Right now was not a good time for this discussion. Especailly with what was running through his thoughts already. He was really thinking about giving Tatsumi a chance. But was it something he really wanted? Was him asking Tatsumi if he could stay the night a confession to himself? That maybe it wouldn't be so bad, if seeing how one night with this man could work? Then again, maybe he was thinking rashly because he was tired.
'Tatsumi, stop. Can we just let it go for now. I'm very tired and I just need some sleep," Tsuzuki pleaded.
Tatsumi nodded his head at the sleepy man, managing a small smile to hide his hurt.
"Of course, Zuki. I'm sorry. Please have a good night." He quietly closes the door.
Tsuzuki gets up from the bed grabbing a pair of pajamas out of the closet.
"Pink kittens?!" Tsuzuki chuckles seeing the long-sleeved cotton shirt and pajama bottoms.
"There a little big, but I guess it'll do."
He opens the window as it was a little stuffy in the room then crawls into bed wearily. He looks at the clock noticing it was just 9:00 and laughs.
"At least I know I won't be late for work."
His eyes slowly shut as he drifted off to sleep.
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The air was cold within Tsuzuki's room. The wind was high and a light flashed followed by a low rumble from outside. A storm was approaching, causing the world to become even colder.
But Tsuzuki was sound asleep and didn't even stir from the sound of thunder and flashes of light streaking across the dark room.
He really must have been tired.
The window suddenly closed as a shadow approached toward Tsuzuki's sleeping form. Slowly from the bottom of the bed the dark figure crawled up to the sleeping Shinigami, stradding on top of him.
A hand touches the guardian's face, lightly brushing back the dark strands of soft hair.
A finger slowly glides down Tsuzuki's peaceful features. Feeling the skin against his fingers down to his lips the figure proceeds forward touching them lightly. The figure bends over to touch those soft lips to his own.
That touch woke the Shinigani, his dazed glare could see the figure looking at him but he could barely make the features out.
The shadow softly touches his cheek. The man's breath warming one side of the violet-eyed man's face.
"I don't care what has happened. I will show you that you are mine."
Realization hits Tsuzuki. That soft, beautiful voice he longed to hear for so long. His eyes widened as he gazed at the figure over him. In a soft, hopeful voice he calls out:
"Katzutaka?"
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Aurther's note: Lemon!! anyone
Chapter five: Silence Broken