Forever Mine

Tsuzuki finds out unexpectedly that Muraki has a Fiancee. Go figure huh. But that's not all that is going on in this world of Yami No Matsuei. Ofcourse not. What would a story be without good drama and suspense. not to mention emotions of chacters. So evil but so right. HA HA HA.Things get a bit deeper...

Chapter Eight: Hidden Truths


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Tatsumi was always a quiet man. He would sit in his office for hours just looking over paperwork and bills. But there was always something that brought him out of that silent life. Tsuzuki.
The violet-eyed man was always something Tatsumi could feel happy around yet at the same time made him nervous. Tsuzuki was the only person that could break Tatsumi out of his stern ways. Always causing the man to calm down and relax. He always gave into Tsuzuki whenever the younger shinigami got into trouble. Why? A stupid question to ask himself, he thought. Because I love him that’s why.

But whenever I try to talk to him about it he avoids me completely.
Tatsumi balls his fists. It because of him I feel myself slipping. I am no longer that patient man who indulges in paperwork and calming music. It is because of him I am pacing this floor, biting at my once pristine nails to the core. It is because of him I am jealous of the man who he is spending this hour with right now.

Tatsumi impatiently had been waiting for Tsuzuki to return to the office. After the incident in the park earlier he already knew Tsuzuki was hiding something from him. Not to mention when they left the office before they went out on their mission. Tatsumi seen the little note crumpled in the wastebasket. Unintentionally he read it.


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The place was very traditional. Like in old Japan. The style suited it well. The garden was breathtaking, to say the least. Tatsumi didn’t engulf himself into the serene scene before him though as he had more pressing matters to attend to. Looking at his watch he heard the sound of rustling fabric. Looking up he sees a man no taller then himself dressed in a mahogany yutaka and holding a pipe in one hand. His features were masculine more then feminine and he had a mysterious look around his amber eyes. The man was no doubt attractive. But did not hold a candle to the pure beauty of Tsuzuki.
“Why have you come here?” The man bluntly states to the secretary.

"I believe you have some very valuable information for me," Tatsumi walked in closer to meet the other's eyes.

Oriya smiled at the man before him.

"Oh, is that so? Enlighten me then. What is it you would like to know?”

Tatsumi responded. "I believe you already know that question, Mr. Oriya."

More amused with their conversation, he snickered.

"It never ceases to surprise me about you shinigami. Always thinking ahead of yourself," he takes a puff of his pipe. "Truly, Mr. Tatsumi, is it because of Muraki you are here or is it because you believe that is who your partner is with right now?"

Oyira looked for any look of difference in the man's eyes but sees nothing.

"Well I haven’t seen Muraki. From what I remembered he was killed saving one of your shinigami's ass."

There it was. Just what Oriya was looking for. Tatsumi eyes shifted to anger.

"Cut the crap, Oriya! I know Muraki is alive and he is quite well. But I can see I am not going to get a straight answer from you so I will tell you this. Muraki is wanted by Lord Emma himself and the shinigami of Meifu will do anything in their power to capture him. If you don’t want your place to be raided and destroyed I suggest you tell your friend to turn himself in. I wouldn’t want to have to use force."

The swordman's face showed not a hint of emotion.

"You Shinigami are all alike. Always having to using warnings to get your way."

The shadows moved about the secretary's feet causing an eerie darkness around the garden between Oriya and himself. Oriya backed away slightly noticing the Shinigami being engulfed in the dark mists.

"Oh, it’s not a warning, Mr. Oriya. I assure you of that."

The shadowmaster disappeared out of sight leaving the dark-brown haired man shaking his head in disbelief.

"Muraki, what have you gotten yourself into this time?" He sighed as he walks back into the restaurant.


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The moment was intense. The silence overbearing. That was until she broke it.
"Kia, I would like to have a word with you alone." She looks over toward the still shocked brunette giving him an evil glare.

Muraki glanced over to Tsuzuki then directed the woman into the kitchen.

Tsuzuki didn’t know whether to run out the door or stay. Muraki had a fiancée. At this moment he felt very unwelcome and thought thoroughly on leaving. What did Muraki need him here anyway? Then anger set in. No! I think I will stay. I deserve answers!

He walked into the room he was recently in with Muraki earlier and grabbed the bottle of saki.

"So you found him, huh?" Ukyou turned to him with sadness in her eyes.

"I never thought you would," she sighed looking quickly away from him.

"I remember when that picture of him was your only obsession. You swore you would find him. I never believed you. Obviously, I was wrong."

Muraki just let her talk as that is what she came for. So he leaned against the counter listening to her.

"Are you intimate with him?" She knew that was a stupid question. But she also knew she wanted to hear it from him.

Nothing though. She knew better. This was how it was always with them. It angered her. She could never get him to respond to her questions. It was always about him. She hated him for that. Out of spite she answered her own question back.

"Of course you are. He probably lured you into it, right?"

Muraki smiled looking at her sad-ridden eyes.

"No. Actually, Ukyou, I did that to him."

She clenched her hands into fists at hearing that response. She truly loved him. But he seemed to care nothing of it.

"Why? Why do you act like this with me? Have I ever meant anything to you? Do you hate me that much?" Tears started falling down her face.

Muraki sighed. "No. I do not hate you, Ukyou. You should know that."

"Then where have you been!?"

Her voice raises catching him off guard.

"I have been worried and cried to Oriya about your disappearance. We are supposed to get married! Doesn’t that matter to you? Because it sure seemed like it did before. It’s him, isn’t it? He has done this to you! He has changed you. God, Kia! What are you thinking? He’s a man! You can never have a relationship that promises..."

She stops as she knew her anger had gotten the best of her.

Don’t you want to have children, Kia? A family? I can give you that. I can be anything you want me to be. Isn’t that what you wanted? He..."

She stuttered for a moment before continuing.

"He can’t give you what I can. He is just someone you had a fling with, am I right? You truly don’t love him. I know you, Kia. He is just a fling that you will throw away with the rest of them."

She walked up to the blonde man grabbing his hand and hugging him tight. She whispered in his ear.

"Besides do you honestly know if he loves you? Do you? Do you honestly think it will last between you two? Will he love you no matter what unconditionally? Like I have.”

Muraki knew that she was right. Would Tsuzuki love him even with the crimes of his past? Tsuzuki is a good person. His heart drops when he sees people hurt. I have hurt people. I have hurt his partner. Killed him. Now Tsuzuki adores me but the reality is he will never forgive me and always have that doubt in me. He doesn’t even believe me in these murders. Does he really love me or is Ukyou right about it just being a fling? Or maybe even a guilt for saving his life? His thoughts were interrupted.

"Kia, come with me. I’ll forget this ever happened."

"I can’t do that," His answer was simple. Even if it had consequences.

“Do you not love me?” She was sobbing now.

“I am not leaving him, not even for you, Ukyou.”

Muraki just needed to know if Tsuzuki really did love him or in fact it was just an infatuation. A guilty conscious in return for saving the violet-eyed Shinigami.

"Then I guess that answers my question," Tears fall endlessly down her face as she lets go of him.


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Muraki enters the den seeing Tsuzuki holding the bottle of saki.
"You never told me you had a fiancee."

Muraki is amused at the brunette's jealously. Especially after his previsions conversation.

"You never asked."

Outraged, he turns toward the doctor.

"Should I have to!"

The Shinigami chugs away at the remainder of the bottle.

"Asato, why are you drinking that bottle of saki like that?"

The brunette could only give him a cold stare which quickly turned to hurt.

"Kaza, I'm...I’m sorry. I should have left. I don’t mean to be a burden."

Muraki walked over to the saddened Shinigami holding him from behind.

"Asato, I am here with you, am I not?"

"But she is..." He choked out his words. "Your fiancée. I’m just a..."

Muraki touched his lips lightly with his finger.

"You are the world to me, Asato."

The brunette laid his head against the taller man's chest. Muraki walked them over to the couch, laying himself and Tsuzuki onto it. Tsuzuki cuddled next to Muraki. He smiled as his words slur out in a sleepy yawn

"I love you, Kaza."

The doctor kissed him on the forehead watching his drunk Shinigami fall into a state of sleep. He rubs his fingers through the strands of dark hair.

"I do hope you mean that."


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Chapter Nine: Why?

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