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Disclaimer: I do not own this anime/manga, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Summary: After Gensou Kai and Kamakura Arc. Tsuzuki and Hisoka were assigned to a new mission. Meanwhile, some mysterious characters, with same intention as Muraki, appeared to harass Hisoka for some purpose. M x H, T x H, S x H

AN: I own nothing in Yami no Matsuei, they all belong to Matsushita Yoko sensei. I’m just borrowing the characters and plots for my fanfic, so please don’t sue me; I’ve no money for that. *Check the last update and gasp* It’s more than a year since my last update. Due to my previous RPGing, my interest in continuing this fic sparks again, so here’s a new chapter….

Please read and review!

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CHAPTER 6: MASSACRE

Autumn wind blew as Hisoka made his way along the street towards his hostel with a bag full of groceries in his arms. A surge of wind came by as a cyclist turned and Hisoka managed to avert in time from being hit, his bag tilted and an orange rolled out of the bag and rolled on the path.

Sighing inwardly to himself, Hisoka followed the rolling fruit. Balancing the bag carefully in his arms, he bent down to pick the orange. A hand reached and took it before the boy. Hisoka’s eyes followed the hand to see the face of Mibu Oriya.

“You are…” Hisoka recalled his fight with the man back in Kyoto and remembered him as a loyal friend of Muraki Kazutaka.

“Mibu Oriya.” Oriya said simply and seeing the boy’s fully loaded arms, placed the fruit into the bag. He pulled himself up and brushed his kimono causally.

“Why are you here?” Hisoka gazed at him warily.

“Looking for a friend.” Oriya said and looked into the boy’s eyes: “Are you convenient for a cup of tea with me, Bon?” Catching Hisoka’s doubtful eyes, he added: “It will not take long.”

Hisoka shrugged. A few minutes’ delay would not starve Tsuzuki and Watari.

“I’m sure you’ll like the tea.” Oriya smiled and led the boy into his car. Throughout the journey, Hisoka stared outside the window and silence held in the air.

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Tatsumi looked in concern, as Ukyou remained pale in her face despite her reassurance that she was feeling all right.

“Where are you going, Ukyou-san? Perhaps, I can escort you there.” Tatsumi offered.

“No, it’s alright, I’m going for a job interview in a school.” Ukyou smiled nervously, her hidden hand clutching a map. Tatsumi noticed a small cross on a location before she hid it behind her back again.

“I..It’s my pleasure meeting you, Tatsumi-san, but I’ve to make a move.” She bowed and hurried off. Afar from the other end of the road, Oriya’s car passed by and Hisoka watched the running figure of Ukyou from Tatsumi.

Hisoka looked on and decided it was just a small personal matter between Tatsumi and the lady in concerned. He turned his eyes away.

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The teahouse was deliciously decorated in traditional Japanese style as Oriya ushered the teenager to their place.

“I’m sure you do not invite me just for a cup of tea, Oriya-san.” After slipping tea without a word for several minutes, Hisoka broke the silence abruptly. He added simply: “I’ve met Muraki lately.”

“So he is still alive huh?” Oriya mused plainly: “How is he?”

“He’s a school doctor.” Hisoka replied and finished his tea: “Is there anything more you wish to know?”

“Thank you, you have been more than helpful.” Oriya smiled: “Shall we spar sometimes when you are convenient? I’m staying in a nearby mansion. Our last fight was a bit hasty.”

“Thank you for your kind offer. I’ll let you know.” Hisoka said politely.

“Would you like me to give you a lift back?” Oriya asked, noting the boy’s gaze at his own watch.

“Thank you, but no, I can manage by myself.” Hisoka declined and departed.

Looking out of the window at the falling red leaves, Oriya reached something from his robe; it was a news article about the murdered boy in a boy’s school. “Is this where you are going, Ukyou-chan? To see him?”

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“Hisoka! You are late!” Tsuzuki pouted as the teenager stepped into the room. “I’m hungry!”

“Stop whimpering, it’s not the end of the world yet!” snapped Hisoka as he carried the items to the kitchen.

“Let me help you!” Tsuzuki volunteered helpfully.

“Get out.” Hisoka shot daggers at his partner. He had had enough the horrors of Tsuzuki’s so-called cooking to last him his lifetime.

“I’ll help, Bon!” Watari grinned good-naturedly.

“You are banned from the kitchen, Watari-san.” Hisoka said shortly.

“But why me as well?” Watari whined.

“Because I’m not sure when your newly mixed drugs will find their way into the food we eat.” Hisoka explained sarcastically.

“Drugs? That’s the greatest invention in the whole world!” Watari protested in dignity, shaking his test tubes containing some brightly coloured chemical.

“What’s the commotion?” Tatsumi asked as he entered the room and looked at the whining Tsuzuki and the revolted looking Watari. “Do you need any help, Kurosaki-kun?”

“No, thank you. I can manage, Tatsumi-san.” Hisoka added quickly. He knew the man would probably start charging them the cost of his skilful culinary once he allowed the man to assist in the kitchen.

“Is there anymore new death?” Watari beamed brightly at Tatsumi’s exhausted look.

“No.” He replied: “Our next plan. Tsuzuki-san and Kurosaki-kun will look up the past history of this school as well as its staffs. Watari and I will investigate the intention of our dear doctor.”

“Muraki?” Tsuzuki echoed: “He’s dangerous, Tatsumi!”

“Or would you rather investigate him yourself, Tsuzuki-san?” Tatsumi smiled dangerously. It shut the purple-eyed Shinigami immediately.

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School library was the best place to start from basic. It was especially so during the vacation period for there was almost no one else in the library to create noise or eavesdropping the discussion of the two Shinigami. Unfortunately, it was not so for Tsuzuki Asato. After flipping through the books for several hours, he started yawning and drooled over the pages with closed eyes and a grin, probably dreaming of cakes and pastries.

Hisoka sighed heavily and proceeded to the bookshelves to change another book for their research. There was not much accomplishment in their part. As he reached on tiptoe to replace a book back to its place, a hand suddenly encircled his waist and pulled him close against his chest.

“What are you doing?” Hisoka hissed as he looked up to meet the eyes of Saki.

“To see you.” Saki smiled cruelly as his other hand made its way to Hisoka’s inner thigh, massaging it lovingly. His hand at the waist untagged Hisoka’s shirt and roamed beneath the fabric to tease Hisoka’s nipple. Hisoka gasped and struggled in his hold.

“Shhh..” Saki hushed in his ears and kissed tenderly: “You don’t want to involve your boyfriend to this matter, do you?”

His hand at Hisoka’s thigh moved abruptly upwards and grabbed between the boy’s legs mercilessly. Hisoka opened his lips in silence scream. Saki grinned and unzipping the boy’s jeans, he slipped his fingers into it and fondled Hisoka. He leaned forward and nibbled Hisoka at his neck.

“I miss those feelings.” Saki sighed huskily as he bit down on the skin, licking the oozing blood.

“What.. do you… want?” Hisoka breathed heavily, his legs shivering with the teasing fingers around his crotch.

“Don’t you miss me?” Saki sighed, ignoring Hisoka’s question, his leg kicking Hisoka’s ankles so that his body fell heavily over Saki’s eager hand and against his body. Hisoka grimaced in pain.

“No one can help you, Hisoka.” Saki whispered seductively into Hisoka’s ears within the confines of the shelves, blocking their view from any other library user: “You are mine.” He reached to pull down the back of Hisoka’s jean.

“Wh…what are you doing, Saki-kun?!” An angry voice of Shimojima-sensei disrupted Saki’s action. Looking up, they saw the stunned look of the elderly teacher at Saki and then at Hisoka.

“I want to see you in my office, Saki-kun. Now.” Shimojima sensei glared, apparently still in shock: “Are you all right, Kurosaki-kun?” He asked the shaky Hisoka. Hisoka nodded dumbly as he tidied his attire and hurried from the forest of shelves. A grin flashed on Saki’s face as he followed the teacher out of the library.

“I miss those feelings…” Saki’s words resonated in Hisoka’s mind. Hisoka had sensed dark emotions and some memories of long ago from the older boy that time. He watched the departing Saki and Shimojima. Saki turned back and suddenly smiled at Hisoka before turning back to the teacher.

Hisoka glared coldly until the two people vanished from his view. Without waking Tsuzuki up, Hisoka turned his heels and headed out of the library. He had a clue what was going on.

From a far end, a dark figure was watching him. A cold smile crept over the person’s lips.

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In the residence of Enma Dai-Oh, a strongly built long hair man in armor turned to towards the sound of an approaching footsteps: “How are their investigations getting on?”

“Dai-Oh sama,” An eagle-faced minister bowed low before him: “Tsuzuki and his fellow team members have no further new discovery.”

“I see, keep a close watch on them, especially that person. I have a bad feeling since the intrusion into ‘Project Mother’.”

“Hai.”

Enma Dai-Oh turned to look at GyokuTo (Jade Rabbit) who was lying motionlessly on the bed and immersed himself in his long ago memory.

Nothing will go wrong.

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“I’ve been waiting for you outside the school compound for hours, WATARI!” retorted Tatsumi as he stormed into the apartment he had shared with the blond and found the other Shinigami staring intently at his laptop screen: “What are you reading again?”

Watari immediately slapped his laptop shut and threw his arms in the air joyfully: “Aww, Tatsumi, you are here!” There was still sweat on his forehead and his face was pale.

Tatsumi decided to ignore the suspicious intention of the blond Shinigami: “We are going to sneak into Muraki sensei’s office this afternoon.”

“Did I hear wrongly? We are going to sneak into his office?” Watari widened his eyes in surprise. Tatsumi was born of noble blood and acting secretive was not in his nature.

“Yes. Sneaking.” Tatsumi glared: “We do not need to act gentlemanly to someone like him.”

Muraki, as expected, was not present in his office. Tatsumi had checked his schedule with the doctor’s assistants before drafting his plan carefully. He was going to study the doctor’s documents for clues of his true intention in the school.

Breaking through the lock was an easy task for Watari as he flashed his inventions proudly before the Shinigami secretary.

Rampaging through the thick files, Tatsumi noticed a strange positioning of a doll on a shelf. Turning it, a shelf swerved to reveal an opening.

He raised his hand to catch Watari’s attention. Together, they entered. A tall cylinder stood upright, glowing in ghastly yellow light. Tatsumi and Watari’s eyes became wide in shock.

For submerged deep within the cylinder of an unknown liquid was the naked form of Kurosaki Hisoka’s dried corpse. There were blood red curse marks carved over his body.

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The school backyard was empty from the usual noisy activities of students as Kurosaki Hisoka made his way towards the teachers’ lodging buildings. Hands suddenly reached from behind, covering his mouth and grabbing his limbs from behind. His eyes darted to see the group of teenagers who had attempted to violate him few days ago.

“We know who is the murderer of that unfortunate kid, Kurosaki.” The leader smirked unkindly and commanded: “Boys, take him to that place.”

Laughing lustfully, the five teenagers dragged Hisoka from the ground and carried him through the greenery until they reached the same abandoned gym house where the murder of the boy took place. Three of the teenagers held Hisoka tightly while the other two returned with ropes and tied Hisoka spread eagle in the middle of the room.

Before Hisoka could retort, one boy pulled a gag over Hisoka’s mouth, silencing him. His eyes wide with fear as the leader pulled out a knife and slashed down his collar, revealing Hisoka’s smooth chest. He then proceeded on pulling off the captive boy’s pants. The other teenagers snickered and all of them started removing their own clothes.

Hisoka watched on in shock as he saw his flesh cut and his body abused countless times by the teenagers cruelly. He fainted a number of times and was revived by splashes of water over his head and electrocuted by live wires connected to the nearby power socket. Clearly, despite the fact building was under utilised, the electricity supply was not been cut off. Hisoka tried to hold back his tears, so that he would not show his weakness before his kidnappers.

“Hisoka, Hisoka! Are you there?”

After what it seemed to be hours for dusk was falling, Tsuzuki’s anxious voice rang outside the building as he approached it.

The leader waved a hand. All of them retreated to each side of the door, leaving the violated and bleeding Hisoka bound and gagged in the centre of the room.

“Hisoka!” Tsuzuki turned and stared in stunned shock at the sight of Hisoka. He rushed through the door.

Tsuzuki! NO! Stay away from me!

Hisoka muffled with wide eyes, shook his head and struggled weakly in his bound; trying to warn his partner, but it was too late. The teenagers had planted a strong blow on Tsuzuki’s head and had the Shinigami bound before he could react.

“The show is only beginning, stupid sensei.” The leader kicked Tsuzuki in his shin. The other teenagers who had been lectured by Tsuzuki the other time started beating Tsuzuki brutally and threw insults mockingly. Tsuzuki grinded his teeth and shouted: “Why are you doing this? Let Hisoka go!”

“We’ll see about that, sensei.” The leader said and strolled causally towards Hisoka.

The leader lifted the boy’s chin gently and kissed Hisoka. He drew out his knife again. Gleaming under the light, he put the tip of the blade to his lips and licked it tenderly. Abruptly, he slashed the knife across Hisoka’s neck and plunged it into Hisoka’s chest. Hisoka saw flying blood…. his own blood and then darkness. As his consciousness sunk into the endless abyss, he thought he heard fearful screams of the teenagers. Then, nothingness………

Against the full moonlight, the silhouette of Tsuzuki Asato made his way wearily towards the bound figure of Kurosaki Hisoka. Bathed under the dim light, the teenager’s ivory fair skin gleamed in sad beauty. Untying the boy, the Shinigami caught the boy in his arms and pulled him in a tight embrace.

Dark botches of blood splashed wildly on the four walls and mutilated limbs scattered all over the room.

Tears of sorrow streaked Tsuzuki’s face. He had killed people again….

Behind the exit, a sliver hair man in white trench coat was recording the scene calmly. To him, it was a beautiful sight. Muraki Kazutaka smiled with bemusement.


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