Yakuza

Yay! Two new chapters! I was originally going to put in as one big giant chapter...but instead I split it off into two chapters. To make it look like I wrote more. Lol. Meh. Everybody got sick on me...my beta reader go sick....Chris and Jake got sick...the freakin cats got sick...I'm the only one that hasn't gotten really sick yet. O_o.


I will probably have chapter 10 up soon cuzz my beta reader is dying to read what else I wrote. ^^'. Since I left a cliff hanger on chapter 9. -cackles evilly- Muwahaha. Oh! I had to send in my laptop cuzz it broke or something...and I just got it back sooo blame that also on why the chapters are so late. Lol.


Review Responses:


Cocoke5: Yay! Thanks for your review! Here’s two more chapters of the story! I hope you enjoy it! Sorry it’s been taking me forever to update this…-glomps-


DemonLadySesshomaru: You’re welcome! ^^. Thanks for reviewing. Haha. Hmm…well here’s two new chapters! Enjoy!


Isilya: -laughs sadistically- Hahahah! Yes! I know I’m a sadist!!! ^^. Well here’s some more of Muraki in these two chapters! And then more in the next chapter that’s waiting for betaing. ^^. YES! It worked. It was awesome. So, now it’s me, Chris (my bf) and Jake (his friend) ^_^.


Shu: Hi again! -tackle glomps- Thanks for the review! Ooh, yeah, in one of my old accounts I forgot my password. Totally sucks. Haha. There will be plenty more naughty scenes. I love writing them! ^^. YES! I freakin love Dante and Nero and Virgil! -glomps all three bishonen- I started to play DMC all the way from the first one. I just recently finished the second one, and now I’m halfway through the third one. Then I’m going to play DMC 4 again. ^^. The stupid forest. FEH. Nero is awesome. So is Dante -hearts-


Eternal: -glomps- Yay! It’s okay…at least now you’re reviewing. ^^. Hmm, Muraki might/might now be targeting Tsuzuki. Hehe. You shall see in later chapters. -gasp- Maybe a plot twist? Meh. Maybe. ^^. I’m a sucker for Hisoka torture. Must torture all adorable bishonens. I’m glad that it’s your favorite! Here’s two new chapters!!! ^_^.


Now great thanks to my freakin awesome beta reader: DYING-INSIDE!!! I love her. She puts up with me and my mistakes...and my evil paragraphs. Mehehehe.


Chapter 8

Chief Konoe sat in his office, angrily glaring at the door. A cup of tea sat in front of him, steam gently rising from the dark liquid, yet the man continued to ignore it. Tsuzuki had had the teenager, Hisoka Kurosaki, for over a week and had still not gained anything from it.

Turning his chair slightly, the older man clicked on a file on the computer, bringing up a file labeled Kurosaki, Hisoka. He scrolled down past the picture of the now familiar blond hair and large emerald eyes, and read over the information that he had already burning into his memory.

Name: Hisoka Kurosaki

Age:16

Parents: Rui and Nagare Kurosaki (both deceased)

A dark eyebrow rose as he re-read over the information about the teen’s parents. He was only 16 and his parents were deceased. Scrolling down further, he noted that he had no other relatives or guardians. Very suspicious. How could the police not notice that a sixteen year old boy living by himself, without a job or money. And if he prostituted himself, the police should have already caught him.

Reaching for his lukewarm tea, he took a sip, eyes racing over the text. It seemed like the boy had continued to go to school until sixteen, when, apparently, all the information topped about him. There was nothing else about him after he was sixteen.

Placing his tea back down on the table, the older man maximed the window, reopening another one. Kazutaka Muraki. His eyes roamed over the information hungrily, hoping, wishing, expecting to find something of value.

Name: Kazutaka Muraki

Age:32

Parents: unknown name; estimating to be deceased

Occupation: doctor at Tokyo Medical

Ah. So he was a doctor? They didn’t have solid proof that the man was a yakuza leader so the detectives couldn’t just point fingers and throw him into the jail cell. Damn it. This case was getting him agitated. And Tsuzuki wasn’t doing anything to help him with the case. The brunette hadn’t told him about anything else after that night that he had called and told him that the teenager was connected to the silver-haired man, besides that the boy was slowly beginning to trust him.

That was fine and dandy, but he really needed to catch Muraki. Wakaba was still in the hospital, and it looked like she would be there for a good while longer.

Konoe growled, rubbing the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb. This case was going to be the death of him. Glancing at the clock, he determined that it was too early to call Tsuzuki, owing to the fact that it was only 6:30 A.M. He spun the chair around and got up. Well, he had been investigating for a while, so why not go take a nap.

Falling into the bed, he just closed his eyes when his phone rang.

“God damn it,” he swore, leaning over and picking up the receiver.

“Yeah?”

“Chief?” Loud static and screams came through the phone, surprising the old man.

“Chief. There was a bomb that went off at Kyoto Hospital…” the voice continued.

Konoe froze, eyes widening. “Who is this?” he barked into the phone, his tired mind not placing voices with faces.

“It’s Watari from sector 6.” Ah, the blond-haired scientist. “Chief, you have to get down here, it’s quite bad…” The phone cut off, the line having gone dead.

Konoe frowned, crawling out of bed. He got dressed quickly, grabbing his cell phone and car keys.

Tatsumi was Watari’s partner so he would be with him, so Konoe shouldn’t call him. He flipped it open, dialing the numbers of Tsuzuki’s cell, already hopping into his car.

-Tsuzuki’s apartment-

Tsuzuki was curled up on the couch, eyes wide watching a horror movie. He jolted as the main character had a knife forced through his leg. He bit his lip, as he curled up underneath the blanket, heart beating wildly.

“What are you doing?”

“Ah!” The brunette jumped, throwing the blanket over his head. He peeked over it, smiling sheepishly as he stared at the younger male.

“Haha. I’m watching a scary movie, ‘Soka!” He exclaimed, pulling the blanket away as the movie faded into a commercial. “Wanna join?”

The blond raised an eyebrow, shaking his head, water droplets escaping and flying off his hair. He had just gotten out of the shower, and had changed into a pair of pants and an orange shirt that Tsuzuzki had bought him.

“Awwww.” Tsuzuki whined, eyes going wide. “But I’m scared!” Hisoka internally rolled his eyes, but strode over and sat on the couch.

“Yay!”

Hisoka tensed up suddenly, muscles locking up as Tsuzuki’s emotions attacked him. He twitched, closing his emerald eyes, breathing slowly. When he re-opened them, he had put up a barrier and had a worried Tsuzuki staring at him.

“Are you alright, ‘Soka?” he asked worriedly, leaning over, staring into his eyes.

Hisoka flinched away, nodding. “I-I’m fine,” he forced out, his barriers holding. Tsuzuki looked like he as going to ask another question, but was cut off by the phone ringing. He blinked, looking at the clock. It read ‘7:05 A.M.’

“Hello?”

“Tsuzuki,” Chief Konoe’s voice greeted him through the receiver, ambulance sirens blaring in the background. “I need you to get down here. There was a bomb where Wakaba was at.”

“A-a bomb?” Tsuzuki whispered, falling against the back of the couch. Hisoka stared at him, eyes holding no emotion as he watched him intently. ‘A bomb?’

Several thoughts raced throughout Hisoka’s mind as to what the cause of the bomb could be, many ending on a single conclusion. ‘Could Muraki be behind this?’

“Right. It’s at Kyoto Hospital? I’ll be there in a few minutes,” Tsuzuki said in a strained voice, before hanging up. He sat there for a few seconds in a daze, not focusing on anything around him.

“Tsuzuki?” Hisoka asked, his empathy gently rolling against the brunette’s emotions. Fear. Anger. Surprise. Those were the emotions he felt from the other. He hesitantly reached his hand out, placing it gently on the man’s shoulder.

“Hisoka.” Tsuzuki suddenly spoke, voice cold, no emotions apparent in his voice. “I have to go somewhere for a while. I want you to stay here.”

Immediately Hisoka knew something was up. He tried to read the brunette’s thoughts but all he got at the moment was anger. Tsuzuki couldn’t let Hisoka find out that he was a detective, the brunette decided. If the brunette continued to stay at his apartment, he might say something that would make Hisoka find out about his profession. If the blond did, then he would lose all the trust that the teenager had in him, and, for a reason unknown to him, he knew that he didn’t want to lose him.

“I shouldn’t be gone for long, but if I am, then I’ll call you. Maybe Tatsumi can come over. Or you could meet Watari.” Tsuzuki stood up, turning off the movie, walking toward the door. He felt a stab of guilt at leaving Hisoka alone in the apartment, but he couldn’t risk the boy finding out about him.

Hisoka watched the other male walk away from him. He was beginning to suspect that Tsuzuki was hiding something. Ever since the moment that the brunette had said chief, Hisoka had been trying to figure out what Tsuzuki dd for a living; but he couldn’t figure it out.

The few times that Tatsumi had come over to keep the two company, the older male would stay quiet most of the time, only making random statements correcting Tsuzuki. The few emotions that he did receive from the other brunette were that of was wariness towards the blond. Hisoka had come to the conclusion that he didn’t want to talk to him because he didn’t want to scare the teenager. But now Hisoka was (mostly) used to Tsuzuki, so he should be comfortable with his friends, right? Whatever. He didn’t want to talk to Tatsumi anyway.

“Ah! If two girls come over then go ahead and let them in. It’s just Saya and Yuma,” Tsuzuki declared, straightening up from tying his shoes. “You’ll like them. Just be careful because they are extremely touchy feely people.”

He turned around, meeting eyes with the blond. He felt something tug at his heart. Suddenly he felt like he was going off to a war or something, and he was leaving behind his sorrowful wife. An image of Hisoka in an apron flashed through his mind unconsciously, but he quickly shoved it aside. ‘No! I have to focus on Wakaba, and the bomb.’

“I’ll be back! Don’t go anywhere, Soka,” was all the said blond heard, before the door closed, signaling that Tsuzuki was indeed gone. Hisoka sighed, closing his eyes, leaning against the couch. To be truthful, he always hated being alone. Muraki would lock him up in the closet or basement for hours on end, when the teenager wouldn’t listen to him.

Shuddering, the teen quickly shoved those thoughts to the side, grabbing the remote and turning the television on. Might as well watch something for a while.