The Devil\'s Last Name

Chapter 7

Written by: Fox

Notes:

Yay, the worst of the bad drug trip is over! I swear this is the last really odd chapter (at least for now). If you like lovey dovey sweet stuff, leave now, this chapter is anything but. It has a rape scene, and horrible twist. Whee.

Also, this chappie is going to be odd because it’s from Tsu’s pov. Something new for me, but I need the work out.

I apologize for the extreme lateness of this. I hit a bit of writing trouble where I couldn’t work on anything without sending it to the recycling bin in frustration. Hopefully from here on out I won’t have so much trouble, ne?

Muse: Hageshii kimochi desu ne, Fox-sama.

Yeah well you’d feel rather violent too if you had helped on those pieces of trash...

Anyway, again, I’m sorry! Please enjoy!

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Warm... It was a new feeling to me. In this newly created world I was getting so used to waking up cold. For a moment I let myself get lost in the warmth and press my nose into the source of it in front of me. I wanted to relish this feeling and I hoped it meant that I didn’t actually have to go through the third world, that it was all done and over with.

When I pressed into the warmth, I found out it was soft. The same sort of soft as silken strands of hair, and I realize that hair is exactly was is tickling my nose and I can’t help but to blink my eyes open slowly, my mind feeling as fuzzy as Byakko’s fur.

The first thing I see clearly is the blonde hair of Hisoka’s head and that jolts me into reality. My back was cold, as was the side I was laying on, but where my body had molded to Hisoka’s, I was incredibly warm.

That’s when I realize that not only am I touching Hisoka’s body with my own, but that I have my arm around him, trapping him close to me.

Slowly I press my aching body up into a sitting position behind the boy, looking down at him in shock, realizing he was completely naked, and all I was wearing was my pants, which were completely undone, but still up around my hips.

“Just one tempting kiss, that’s all it takes.”

Where did that voice come from?! I quickly look around, finally taking the time to notice my surroundings. We were laying on a long slab of perfectly even marble, the edges of it bleeding into the darkness that surrounded it on all sides.

The marble was disturbed only by a network of cracks that resembled a spider’s web, working their way out from the cause of it’s disturbance and the source of my growing uneasiness. In the center, a mere few feet from me was the foot of a cross that was so blood stained that the wood looked as if it had been dyed the color of dried blood. A burnished brown color.

I had hoped to never see that color again.

“H-Hisoka... Hisoka.” I call out as softly as I can as I gently shook Hisoka’s shoulder. I didn’t want to be alone in this. Call it cowardice, but this place wasn’t a world, at least not in my eyes.

I leaned in close to Hisoka, not taking my eyes off of that abomination that loomed above us, to see if he was breathing when suddenly Hisoka’s body began to shine white, covering him from head to toe in it’s light. I reached out gently to touch him again but the light struck at me as if it was conscious of itself. I held my hand and stood slowly, feeling the slight sting that traveled from my hand up my arm and into my brain.

I panted with the effort to just stay standing when I looked at Hisoka, my attention now solely on the boy.

Bad move.

From behind me I heard a crackling sound and as I turned I found a very infuriated Kijin. His aura was so strong and so angry that he was surrounded by his own white lightning. I started to step back, but my motions were slow, as if I were trapped in a thick jelly like substance. I couldn’t move away from my advancing shikigami quickly enough.

“Witness this. Witness this truth and let me be free.” Kijin said as he took a hold of my throat in one hand. Only his eyes... and his voice, they weren’t Kijin’s!

“H...Hi-Hisoka!” I try to cough out, but the other’s hand around my throat was squeezing any attempt at breathing or speech away. I reached up and grasped Kijin’s hand, only for his lightning to sear my hands, making me release them at once.

“What Tsuzuki? You’re so strong aren’t you? So release me! Give me the answers, and the key!” Hisoka continued speaking through Kijin’s body.

Suddenly I found myself flung away from Kijin with all of the young dragon’s strength, my back and head cracking soundly as I hit the wood of the cross that had been behind me. I saw stars spinning and I knew the worst headache I’d ever experience was on the heels of my consciousness.

As soon as I hit the cross snakes, no.. tiny dragons wound their long, muscled bodies around my limbs and neck, binding me to the cross as I looked down in fear, coughing up a small amount of blood from the impact. My chest hurt, especially the right side of it, and I think one of my ribs might have punctured a lung.

“Watch me!” Hisoka commanded, and as I panted for breath I looked down at Hisoka’s body.

My eyes widened in shock as I watched the boy’s form slowly change, becoming even more youthful as his body shrank to that of a sweet, however sick looking 13 year old. His hair was slightly longer, and had an almost silvery hue to it, almost as if Hisoka was aging as he changed.

Out of instinct and concern for the well being of my partner/love interest, I try to struggle against the coiled bodies around my wrists, ankles, and neck, trying to get free to go down to Hisoka, but they tighten around me even more until I can’t breathe. I stop and gasp, feeling so helpless.

I watch Kijin approach Hisoka as he undid one of the many layers of his own royal outfit and lay it over Hisoka’s shivering body. He slowly reached out to push a soft lock of hair out the boy’s eyes as Hisoka slowly opened them and sat up, the light blue yukata shrinking to fit him, a crimson obi appearing out of no where and tightening around him. He blinked his gem like green eyes as he looked around himself in confusion.

“Hisoka! Hisoka! It’s Tsuzuki! Run Hisoka!” I feel hoarse, but I need to warn him to run away, even if I have no clue as to where he should run to. It’s not as if there is anywhere, but the feeling of trouble around me is just getting worse.

Kijin turns to me, Hisoka’s green eyes flashing from his face. “Shut up! This is my chance you idiot! Stay out of this Tsuzuki! Besides,” he adds with a malicious smirk that couldn’t possibly be either of the two, “...I need to know this and “I” can’t hear you.”

I bite my tongue as I watch Kijin slowly turn away from me and raise his arms as if conjuring something. Slowly the darkness that stood on the edges of the marble slab around us began to melt away, revealing a large magnificent garden. The marble was slowly eaten away by thick grass, each blade long and a deep green as it rolled past and sprang up around us. Various large flowers suddenly sprung up and bloomed on the edges of the once marble slab. Deep crimson camellias sent a sweet scent to my nose, multiple colored snap dragons bloomed in the hedges, and chrysanthemums took their places respectively, creating a colorful hedge. The sound of water running nearby sent a chill up my spine, but I didn’t dare look past the hedge. I knew that abominable pond was there, and that was enough.

Slowly Kijin walked to my cross and looked up. “Let’s watch what happens. It’s time I saw this memory without your interference.”

“But I swear...” I’m panting and feeling strangely afraid as I watch, “I’m not hiding a damn thing Hisoka!”

But things were moving on without listening to me. Not even Kijin gave me notice as I watched young Hisoka sitting in the grass, sunbathing to try to heal his cursed body. I watched him stretch out like an eagle on the grass, his eyes closed, the sun capturing him and making his body glisten as he sweat out his fever in the sun.

I try not to but I can’t help licking my lips as I watch, the boy’s simple motions almost unbearably speaking of sexual delights to me. But why am I suddenly thinking this? This isn’t like me. Not an ounce of it is like me!

I pull on the dragons and they hold me tight, but then suddenly I look up to see a shadow standing not even a meter from Hisoka’s sunbathing body. It’s form is hard to pick out at first, but I recognize the features as being masculine, and oddly familiar.

I squint in the false sunlight and watch as the shadow steps forward, almost as if it is stalking the boy. Each step held an unconscious preciseness to it, as if it was practicing an age old dance. Step for silent step the figure approached, the shadows fleeing from the form to show the slightly tanned skin and the business suit on the man. The jacket was off and laying folded over the right arm as the glasses glinted in the sun. Behind him another figure approached, not quite as stealthy as the other, but still as silent.

I gasp quietly as I watch Tatsumi and myself, slightly younger even if we didn’t look it, approach the now sleeping Hisoka.

That’s when things became slightly blurry around the edges, but what happened... I saw it clearly.

Hisoka slowly stirred awake, Tatsumi now kneeling next to him. Tatsumi’s hand gently cupping the boy’s face. Suddenly something snapped in Hisoka’s eyes as he tried to roll away, but Tatsumi simply grabbed him by the hair and held him still.

Hisoka was screaming almost as loudly as I was, my carbon copy merely standing there in petrified confusion as Tatsumi undid his pants and pulled out his rather large sized organ. Hisoka was crying and pulling feebly, even reaching up to scratch at Tatsumi’s hand when the shadow master pulled him forward, forcing the boy’s face into his crotch. Unwillingly Hisoka’s mouth was pried open and in slipped Tatsumi’s cock.

I yanked against the dragons with all my will, but they wouldn’t give. I was left there crying and screaming along with Hisoka who was now laying back on the grass, his body nude as Tatsumi pushed his pants off and spread Hisoka’s legs. My shadow self merely turned his back to the actions and sobbed silently as again and again Tatsumi’s cock was forced dry into Hisoka’s body, Hisoka screaming and beating at the man with his fists.

When Tatsumi finished he pulled out and wiped the blood and cum from his cock on Hisoka’s thighs and murmured something I couldn’t hear. Kijin had watched my expression the entire time, and when I looked confused he spoke up for Tatsumi.

“He said: Tsuzuki he’s beautiful with his blood like this. You should do this too.”

I felt dizzy and my head swam, and I remember my head hanging forward, the dragons loosening enough to let me vomit without getting any on myself or them. Slowly I was lowered, Hisoka panting on the grass as Tatsumi and myself left, blood flowing from his abused anal passage down his thighs.

Kijin with Hisoka’s consciousness turned to me. His green eyes looked full of hurt and anger and I didn’t know what to say. Then the world went white and I found myself at Hisoka’s side in Watari’s lab. He was laying in the hospital bed, his eyes open and staring me down, his body tense as if he had the most disgusting thing in the world touching him.

But I suppose he did.

“H-how could you!” His voice was shivering as if his throat was too dry to even speak. “How could you just watch... and then do nothing more...” he was trying to curse me with his words, but his voice box didn’t want to let him. Apparently it was too hard for him to form words after being asleep for however long it had been.

That was when I realized I was being stared at. Wakaba was in the room, her eyes full of hurt and tears, her body shaking with her desire to cry. I turned to her and shook my head, still somewhat confused about the entire ordeal.

“I... Wakaba, I swear I didn’t... I don’t remember it... I..”

As I stuttered my case Wakaba’s look hardened and she stomped to me, extending her hand and catching me hard across the face.

“I never thought I’d ever find out that you did something so... so gross, so hideous... and to a boy!” she nearly screeched in her hysteria before running out of the room in tears.

I blinked and looked to Watari, only to see him look regretful, two sentries at his side. They came over to me and stood me up, locking my wrists behind me with cuffs, my hands slipped into anti-magic gloves.

“You are here by under arrest for being an accessory to rape of a human minor. You are not allowed anything that may help you escape, but if you should, you will considered a high risk rogue operative and will be allowed to be executed on sight.”

“B-but! Watari! Tell them... tell them!” I was out of my mind panicking, my body barely moving in it’s desperation to keep me out of as little trouble as possible given the circumstances.

“Tell them what Tsuzuki? I saw it just like everyone else. You projected the event with the bouya. Tatsumi has already been arrested. All I can do is try to figure something out...” Watari replied quietly. Even he looked disgusted.

That was when I remembered that Watari and Tatsumi were lovers, and then I realized that Watari wasn’t trying to cold or callous. He was in shock.

My eyes scanned the room one last time as I was shoved forward and out. My eyes lingered for a moment on the pained and sobbing Hisoka, Watari walking over to him and sitting with him, gently pulling him close to hold him as the love of my life sobbed brokenly into his shoulder.

I was pushed again when I paused at the doorway, and I lowered my head, my face burning in shame as the rest of the office gathered around the edges of their desks and office doors to watch as I walked down the long hallway, past them, to the holding cell.

As I passed I noticed a lot of shocked faces and heard many angry hisses. I was called a monster, disgusting and downright sickening behind my back as I made the hard journey from the hospital wing of the offices to the holding cell.

The door slid open and I was roughly shoved inside. The room was dark except for a sliver of light that filtered in through the barred window in the wall across from me. I blinked as the light hit my eyes and I walked forward, the door hissing as it slid shut behind me.

“Tsuzuki-san...”

I ducked my head under the invading rays of light, my head spinning as the reality of my situation was made clear to me. “...Tatsumi?” I asked as I squinted into the darkness under the high set window, my eyes adjusting as I walked forward slowly.

“I.. I swear... even if that was the boy’s memory... I didn’t do that... And you wouldn’t have let me...” Tatsumi replied. His glasses were down on the end of his nose, and he looked more than a little roughed up. His suit was wrinkled and pressed to the side slightly, his hair a ruffled mess.

I guess they’re worse on you if you’ve raped a minor than if you just stood there.

“Tatsumi.” He moved to his side and sat beside him, putting my head on his shoulder. “I know Tatsumi... but the memory... How could it be wrong? Maybe... something happened and we don’t know it...”

“He could be desperate for a face to fit to his actions, and he could just be saying us Tsuzuki. I think he’s looking for answers too hard, and he wasn’t able to make out exactly who did it to him. He’s trying far too hard.”

“Tatsumi... Hisoka wouldn’t make things up. He never once would accuse us without believing in his heart it was us. His heart can’t lie like that.”

“Tsuzuki-san...” Tatsumi looked at he, ducking his head to lay on mine, his breath hot on the top of my head.

“I... I just don’t want to believe that he’d say all those things... without knowing anything. It wouldn’t be right or like him. He saw us.” I was crying now, my mind in turmoil and my heart lost somewhere near my throat, choking me. “Maybe... maybe we did do it. Maybe... we were possessed? That happens. Look at what happened with my old partner... Anderson.”

Anderson was an american shinigami that I had been partnered with for almost three weeks when he was possessed. His possession led to the rape of a few mortal men and women, along with almost the entire destruction of JuOhCho. What he did to the building was peanuts compared to when I was possessed by Saagatanasu, but it was still rather destructive since it had happened almost 50 years earlier and the building wasn’t quite as built as is it now.

“Anderson was a completely different thing. And Terazuma, or Watari... or even Kanou would have picked up that we were possessed. And failing that any of them would have, Enma DaiOh-sama would have known.”

“But what Enma-sama didn’t say anything?”

“That would be a foolish and underestimating move on his part, and he is no fool. What’s more, if he hadn’t said anything, then why aren’t we possessed now?”

Tatsumi had a strong point. I shrugged as I felt my tears slip down my face. “I... I don’t know.”

Tatsumi nodded into my hair. “We weren’t possessed Tsuzuki, but someone sure is trying hard to make it seem like either we were possessed, or we were just evil.” He shifted so that I slid down, my head landing in his lap. “And I am going to find out who and why.”

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To be continued.