Past is Passed
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Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,168
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Descendants of Darkness (Yami no Matsuei), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Past is Passed
AN: This is my first YNM fan-fic! GAH! Be warned? ANGST YAOI NC BLATANT PSYCHOLOGICAL TORTURE!
Weakened, incredibly weak... Tsuzuki\'s head lolled to each side, the rough white carpet scratching the rawness on his neck. Why was he still wounded? Why-? Why is there still blood?
\"Tsuzuki!\" Hisoka...
Like a rocking doll, Tsuzuki\'s eyes flung open and fell shut, their darkness empty. In his mind, back in the distance of his childhood, long before Muraki, long before this, he saw a swing. The toy\'s rope cable had been snapped, leaving one wooden edge dragging back and forth in the earth, killing the grass, and wearing down the soil...
\"Tsuzuki!\" Hiso-...
Muraki smiled, drawing old Chinese characters in Tsuzuki\'s exposed chest, right over his heart. He was mumbling, smiling, smiling, purring out words of havoc into his obsessions ear.
\"Tsuzuki!\" Hi-...
Leaning over the Shinigami\'s body, Muraki traced the bloodied marks with his tongue; all to pleased with the intimate time he was being allowed. In the days to come... there would be many more. \"Tsu-\"
\"Muraki!\" A powerful voice bellowed, it was the penetrating voice of Tatsumi, he was worried, and scared. From inside, the Doctor could hear the chants, someone was invoking powers to break down the barrier around the tmentment. \"Muraki!\" The door burst open, hitting the wall, and cracking the cement from the floor to the ceiling.
\"Till next time...\" Muraki whispered, and with that he was gone.
Hisoka stood mortified and in shock several feet behind his superior, in the hall; alone.
-2-
\"Watari, what do you think?\" Tatsumi asked, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose with indifference.
Genuinely unsure, possibly a bit unnerved, Watari shook his long gold locks. \"I-...\"
\"Have faith in him.\" Kanoe said from the door to his office, \"Faith is all that boy needs.\"
-3-
\"I don\'t see why you\'re not just gonna kill him. The village boys are gonna get him sooner or later.\"
\"Look here at me boy? Whaddya know! What pretty eyes you have.\"
\"Want me to leave you two alone?\"
\"What do you think, boy? Should we let- hey, don\'t try to get away-... See I told you that would happen if you tried to run.\"
\"Don\'t hit him too hard.\"
\"What\'s it to you?\"
\"Not much, I don\'t care what ya do to him as long as it doesn\'t get back to Chairo. She\'s lives near him, I don\'t want her hearin\' such things... I wouldn\'t be a respectable brother for her to look up to..\"
\"I see... Do you understand this, my pretty little peach? This doesn\'t go anywhere... or you\'ll come back to this room, here?- and never leave again. Understand? Good?\"
-4-
Hisoka looked up from the folders, someone was starring at him from a distance. Tatsumi. Subtly adverting his gaze, he went about running the pads of his fingers across pictures. The numbers of victims, of deaths, and all of them rooting back to Muraki. \"My number... Tsuzuki\'s....\" A coincidence...
The shadow of Tatsumi shifted, and Hisoka returned to a conscious plane of tho. Hi. His visitor was gone.
-5-
The door to the infirmary was left open, laughter pooring out into the dark hall like sun rays through a vertical horizon. Tatsumi shifted his glasses on his nose, pushing the frames back professionally and pressing on.
\"Tatsuuumiii!\" Tsuzuki was sitting up in bed grinning fully, his eyes thick lashy curves above his cheeks, Watari and Guchinko at his side tears streaming down their faces
A smile made itselfarenarent on his face, \"It\'s nice to see you\'re feeling better, we where concerned.\"
\"Concerned? I don\'t know why! He\'s fine, he\'s going to put me out of a job. He\'s made of steel.\" Watari stated with a mock-glare and an absent peace sign.
Tsuzuki\'s grinned softened as he looked from Watari to Tatsumi, and something dark flickered in his face. His expression wasn\'t reaching his eyes, they where distant... almost empty.
TBC?
End notes: I don\'t know if this fic holds interest for anyone, so I don\'t know what to do. I don\'t even know if I like it. If anyone has an opinions or crit please e-mail me or REVIEW... and if you don\'t just review... LMAO.
Weakened, incredibly weak... Tsuzuki\'s head lolled to each side, the rough white carpet scratching the rawness on his neck. Why was he still wounded? Why-? Why is there still blood?
\"Tsuzuki!\" Hisoka...
Like a rocking doll, Tsuzuki\'s eyes flung open and fell shut, their darkness empty. In his mind, back in the distance of his childhood, long before Muraki, long before this, he saw a swing. The toy\'s rope cable had been snapped, leaving one wooden edge dragging back and forth in the earth, killing the grass, and wearing down the soil...
\"Tsuzuki!\" Hiso-...
Muraki smiled, drawing old Chinese characters in Tsuzuki\'s exposed chest, right over his heart. He was mumbling, smiling, smiling, purring out words of havoc into his obsessions ear.
\"Tsuzuki!\" Hi-...
Leaning over the Shinigami\'s body, Muraki traced the bloodied marks with his tongue; all to pleased with the intimate time he was being allowed. In the days to come... there would be many more. \"Tsu-\"
\"Muraki!\" A powerful voice bellowed, it was the penetrating voice of Tatsumi, he was worried, and scared. From inside, the Doctor could hear the chants, someone was invoking powers to break down the barrier around the tmentment. \"Muraki!\" The door burst open, hitting the wall, and cracking the cement from the floor to the ceiling.
\"Till next time...\" Muraki whispered, and with that he was gone.
Hisoka stood mortified and in shock several feet behind his superior, in the hall; alone.
-2-
\"Watari, what do you think?\" Tatsumi asked, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose with indifference.
Genuinely unsure, possibly a bit unnerved, Watari shook his long gold locks. \"I-...\"
\"Have faith in him.\" Kanoe said from the door to his office, \"Faith is all that boy needs.\"
-3-
\"I don\'t see why you\'re not just gonna kill him. The village boys are gonna get him sooner or later.\"
\"Look here at me boy? Whaddya know! What pretty eyes you have.\"
\"Want me to leave you two alone?\"
\"What do you think, boy? Should we let- hey, don\'t try to get away-... See I told you that would happen if you tried to run.\"
\"Don\'t hit him too hard.\"
\"What\'s it to you?\"
\"Not much, I don\'t care what ya do to him as long as it doesn\'t get back to Chairo. She\'s lives near him, I don\'t want her hearin\' such things... I wouldn\'t be a respectable brother for her to look up to..\"
\"I see... Do you understand this, my pretty little peach? This doesn\'t go anywhere... or you\'ll come back to this room, here?- and never leave again. Understand? Good?\"
-4-
Hisoka looked up from the folders, someone was starring at him from a distance. Tatsumi. Subtly adverting his gaze, he went about running the pads of his fingers across pictures. The numbers of victims, of deaths, and all of them rooting back to Muraki. \"My number... Tsuzuki\'s....\" A coincidence...
The shadow of Tatsumi shifted, and Hisoka returned to a conscious plane of tho. Hi. His visitor was gone.
-5-
The door to the infirmary was left open, laughter pooring out into the dark hall like sun rays through a vertical horizon. Tatsumi shifted his glasses on his nose, pushing the frames back professionally and pressing on.
\"Tatsuuumiii!\" Tsuzuki was sitting up in bed grinning fully, his eyes thick lashy curves above his cheeks, Watari and Guchinko at his side tears streaming down their faces
A smile made itselfarenarent on his face, \"It\'s nice to see you\'re feeling better, we where concerned.\"
\"Concerned? I don\'t know why! He\'s fine, he\'s going to put me out of a job. He\'s made of steel.\" Watari stated with a mock-glare and an absent peace sign.
Tsuzuki\'s grinned softened as he looked from Watari to Tatsumi, and something dark flickered in his face. His expression wasn\'t reaching his eyes, they where distant... almost empty.
TBC?
End notes: I don\'t know if this fic holds interest for anyone, so I don\'t know what to do. I don\'t even know if I like it. If anyone has an opinions or crit please e-mail me or REVIEW... and if you don\'t just review... LMAO.