Yakuza

-bows- I am sooo sorry that it took 6 months for the next chapter to come out! I've been soo busy with my girlfriend and boyfriend that it's gotten out of hand. And I was out of town, had a writers block, and all of this other shit.

My beta reader also told me to apologize for her also. -whimpers and clings to her- But it's mostly my fault...Anyway, I have the next chapter wrote out but it's bad. -shudders- But here is the next one...

Voluptas: Thanks! I know. I just love Evil! Muraki! ^^ He's so much fun.

cocoke5: the third time that you read it? X_x. Wow, well thanks! I didn't think that it was that good. Here's the next update...6 months later. I'm sooo sorry!

isilya: yay! I'm glad that you're a fan of my story! Even though I haven't updated in a while..Here's the next one... Please review! ^^. Thanks for reviewing!

Tieo : -glomps- Here's the next chapter! It took a while but it's here.... Thanks for reviewing! I hope you'll like it! ^^'.

And big, big thanks to my beta reader: Dying Inside! ^^'. Did you get my picture? Hopefully you'll like it. Gah, I'll send you the next chapter some time. In the near future...-cough cough- But thanks for putting up with me and for betaing and fixing the chapter for me! ^^.



Chapter 6

Tsuzuki glanced over at the blond, whose eyes seemed to be glued to the buildings and cars that passed by them. Music gently played in the car, but neither of the two occupants seemed to notice it.

Hisoka wouldn’t look at nor talk to him after the incident in the restaurant, which had happened only fifteen minutes previously. The teenager seemed to be embarrassed about what had happened. Or else too angry for words.
When the silver haired man had declared his name, Tsuzuki had felt like his stomach had dropped out.

“Muraki,” he whispered the name, licking his suddenly dry, chapped lips. Muraki chuckled, leaning forward and cupping Tsuzuki’s cheek in his palm, pale thumb gently stroking against the tanned skin.

“Such beautiful amethyst eyes,” he whispered, his eyes boring deeply into Tsuzuki’s. Tsuzuki froze, not knowing what to do. He could barely feel the stroke of the thumb on his cheek as he lost himself in the other man’s words.

Muraki’s hand moved away from his cheek, resting itself on the wheat-blond locks. Hisoka flinched slightly, emerald irises still blank and unresponsive.

“Let me tell you something, Mr. Tsuzuki,” Muraki purred, hand cupping the smaller face, pulling it towards him. “ The boy loves to be taken from behind. His sweet, delicious cries excite a man quite a bit.”

Disgust and horror shot through the brunette. His eyes darkened in anger as he took a step backwards, bringing Hisoka with him.

“Don’t touch him” he warned, eyes bright with anger. A smile strayed across Muraki’s face as he watched the anger blaze brightly in the brunette’s amethyst eyes.

“So protective, Mr. Tsuzuki,” Muraki smirked. “Why do you want to protect him so much? Could it be that you lust for him too?”

The brunette tensed, his grip on the younger male tightening. He didn’t understand why he felt this way but all he wanted to do at that moment was protect Hisoka. He felt the body in his arms relax, the blank emerald eyes closing slowly.

“Is there anything wrong, sir?”

Amethyst eyes swept to the side, meeting the waiter’s worried black eyes. Tsuzuki shook his head, drawing Hisoka closer to his body. He looked down, frowned, and picked up the teenager.

“No, everything is fine. My friend and I were just about to leave.”

“Mr. Tsuzuki,” Muraki after him. The brunette didn’t want to turn back, but felt an unseen force pulling him.

“If you take my doll with you, then I must warn you, you will not be safe.”

Tsuzuki felt coldness drift through him. The waiter looked back and forth between the two, unsure of how to respond.

The taller man’s mismatched blue eye shone brightly underneath the silvery sheen of hair. Tsuzuki did not know whether it shone from the candle light or from raw lust and pleasure. He turned back, walking to the front of the restaurant, heart beating wildly in his chest the whole time.

As he walked past the receptionist, a small group consisting of three men dressed in black suits passed him. He pulled the teenager closer, walking out of the restaurant and toward his car.

The two were on their way home, Hisoka having woken up mere seconds after he had been put into the car. The blond refused to talk. He was positive that the other male didn’t want to hear anything from him. Not after finding out that he was a whore of the silver-haired man.

His hand balled into a fist against his thigh. His head throbbed from the encounter with Muraki, feelings of anger, lust, confusion, and sadness lingering in his mind. And to make it worse, Muraki had told the brunette that the teenager enjoyed sex from behind.

A blush rose to his cheeks, painting a beautiful, lush pink against the pale skin. He wondered how Tsuzuki felt about having hearing something like that. Not that Hisoka cared. He was just wondering.

He turned his head slightly, watching Tsuzuki drive silently. The brunette had one hand on the wheel, the long, tanned fingers loosely gripping the leather, the other hand limp on his leg. The lights flashed over his face and body, gently caressing the brunette.

The car slowed to a stop as the light changed to red. Tsuzuki continued to look forward, body slack in the seat.

Hisoka brought his gaze back to the window, watching the cars in the other lane zoom across the intersection. The green numbers of the clock glowed ‘9:20’ eerily in the darkness of the car, and neither of the two occupants spoke up to break the silence.

This was it. Tsuzuki was going to throw him out. Hisoka knew it. Felt it. Even though he hadn’t felt those negative thoughts from the brunette, he could just feel it. After all, nobody wanted destroyed goods.

Tsuzuki knew that Hisoka had been looking at him. But he didn’t know how to start a conversation with the younger boy. Plus, the detective was still frustrated and angry at what Muraki had said.

The light turned green and Tsuzuki took off, weaving through traffic. A sigh escaped him as he turned on his blinker, turning into the parking lot of his apartment complex. Pulling the key out of the ignition, the two males sat in complete silence, the music from the radio no longer reigning over the car.

Tsuzuki cleared his throat, glancing over at Hisoka once again. The blond was still staring out the window, looking at nothing but blackness.

“Hisoka…”

The blond in question twitched, shoulders shaking slightly. He still didn’t look at him, choosing to continue looking out the window.

“Let’s go inside. We can talk there.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

Confused emerald eyes startled Tsuzuki as the blond snapped his head toward him. The beautiful eyes were wide and searching as Hisoka stared at him.

Tsuzuki smiled, eyes softening as he reached out, pulling a lock of hair from behind the pale ear.

“There is no reason. I just care.”

He just…cares? That made no sense to Hisoka. There was always a reason for something. Especially when he lived with Muraki. A blush painted his cheeks once again as he averted his eyes, not wanting to look at the other man.

But this time it was not out of what Muraki had said, but out of embarrassment.

“Whatever. Let’s go inside.”

Tsuzuki watched as Hisoka walked in front of him, leading them to the apartment. He frowned slightly, mind wandering back to what the silver-haired man had said. So, Hisoka WAS involved with something bad. Probably against his will. For some reason, the brunette kept pushing the idea that the blond was willing to be with Muraki out of his mind.

Once the two males were in the apartment, the blond sat down on the couch, still refusing to look at Tsuzuki. It was probably out of embarrassment, Tsuzuki decided. He couldn’t help but smile as he took off his coat, hanging it up. The blush that the blond was sporting was quite adorable.

Emerald eyes widened as their owner stared down at the dark carpet. The older man’s thoughts floated to him as if they were in air. Tsuzuki thought that he was…..adorable? But how? Wasn’t he disgusted with him?

“Well, I’m not going to force you to talk about it. But…are you still hungry? I’m starving!” Tsuzuki exclaimed, a sheepish smile on his face as his stomach grumbled as if to prove the statement true.

Hisoka stared at the brunette as if he was crazy. He didn’t want to know about how Hisoka had practically slept with almost very yakuza leader. Or at least it seemed like it from what Muraki had said. But it was probably against his will. And who knew if the silver-haired man had been telling the truth.

But the brunette truly didn’t care if he was dirty, right?

“You’re weird,” Hisoka whispered, falling against the back of the couch, watching Tsuzuki from underneath of his bangs.

Tsuzuki smiled, cocking his head. Of course he wanted to know what the Yakuza leader had done to him, but he couldn’t. Chief Konoe had told him to use the boy to his advantage. And that meant getting the boy to trust him enough to tell him what they wanted to know so that they could nab the bastard.

Yet, wouldn’t it be easier for him to tell Hisoka that he was a detective and he wanted to catch Muraki? No, because if he did then he might scare the poor teenager away. Plus, Chief Konoe would kill him. Or worse, his already low paycheck could be cut in half and he would starve! No more sweets!

As the poor detective wallowed in his nightmare, the sixteen year old stood up. Hisoka had decided his choice.

If Tsuzuki wasn’t going to ask him about Muraki, then he wasn’t going to tell him. And he didn’t want to remember anything about being with Muraki.

A shudder passed through his small frame, but Hisoka shrugged it off. He was no longer with Muraki, so he didn’t have to worry about him. But now that he was with the brunette, it brought danger to Tsuzuki.

Oh well. At the first sign of trouble, Hisoka would leave. He promised himself.

“Since you burnt the food earlier and we didn’t get to eat al the restaurant, I’ll make something.”

“Wah! Hisoka, you can cook? Yay!”

“….Idiot….”


Here's the chapter...it's not that good. But I'll try to have the chapters out faster this time. Though it's going to be hard because of college, work, and being demanded to have sex from my boyfriend and girlfriend. X_x. Gah! Please, read and review!