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The Devil\'s Last Name	By : GenkisFox Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General Views: 7174 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: 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.

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The Devil�s Last Name

Written by: Fox

Disclaimer: I own absolutely and positively NONE of Yami No Matsuei. Yoko Matsushita-sensei owns it. All I own is this story. No point suing now, is there?

Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex in later chapters, rape, and mentions of a minor�s rape.

Notes:

1) This is the first time I�ve not uploaded a chapter via .txt. I�ve decided the best way to get an emotion across would be to use some sort of punctuation like italics and the like and you can�t use that in a .txt. If you see something weird, I apologize. Possibly slightly AU as I�m writing this from the perspective that everything that happened in the manga (or hasn�t happened yet) turns out fine and Hisoka-chan gets Kurikara to be his shikigami.

2) !!!Spoiler warning for those who haven�t read the tankoban or Hana to Yume!!!

3) The summoning words for Kurikara were made up by me since there is no summon mentioned for Kurikara yet. Thus if this ends up being the actual summoning for Kuri I will be surprised but still won�t claim ownership as all I own in this story is the plot. Besides, I honestly doubt Matsushita-sensei reads ENGLISH fanfics. ^^�

Summary: Hisoka and Tsuzuki are sent on a mission after the Gensoukai Hen arc. Knowing the truth about themselves and what they really are now should make it easier, but when someone betrays them and an old enemy comes back into the picture, will it only make it harder for them to deal?

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[KoKakuRou, Kyoto]

The smell of clove filled the room as Oriya took a drag on his favorite pipe, the thin gold mouthpiece clicking against his teeth as he bit it in frustration. He looked around the dark room for a moment, the shadow of one of his prostitutes shifting on the far side of the room from him. He exhaled slowly, forcing the smoke from his lungs with the tired expertise that came with being a long time smoker. Being able to express his emotions even as he smoked came naturally to him now.

The reason for his deep unrest was simple. It had been almost two months since Muraki had gone missing and Oriya was becoming impatient, sure that his long time best friend would have at least written to him by now, if not come to see him.

He didn�t think Muraki was dead, not in his head at least. His heart was already in the midst of it�s grief, having given up on ever seeing his rude and forward friend again. He bit on the stem roughly in his anger as this thought danced across the back of his mind for the umpteenth time. He didn�t need to think that way. There was no way his friend would have died so easily. To think so would be to underestimate Muraki, and there was no worse disappointment in Muraki�s eyes.

Finally he turned from the open window to look at the patiently waiting woman. �What is it Yoko?�

�Master, you have a guest. He said that he sincerely needs to speak with you.� Yoko said quietly as she fidgeted with the hem of her large bell shaped sleeves. Her hair was waxed perfectly, the ornaments stuck in them and dangled delicately to the sides of the large hairstyle. Her eyes which were surrounded by heavy makeup remained glued to the floor in a submissive attitude.

This was only part of the grace of the geishas trained in the old ways in Oriya�s service.

�So why haven�t you let him in?� Oriya asked with a raised eyebrow. It surprised him that such a normally flirtatious woman was easily subdued by a possible client. Also, under normal circumstances for the place, the hostesses would have escorted the guest to him by now instead of balking at bringing him in. �Is he an unsatisfied customer of yours?�

�N-no!� Yoko answered immediately, raising her head to meet Oriya�s gaze honestly. �The problem is that... well, master... it would be unseemly to bring someone of his... age in to a place like this.� Yoko replied carefully as she released her sleeves to fidget with the lower hem of her deep blue kimono.

Oriya crossed the room to her and nodded. �Show me to him.�

�Perhaps,� he thought quietly, �he is ready to talk to me.� He knew the thought was wistful, but he still wanted that to be true. No matter what, he still loved the murderous man.

Yoko stood quickly and led the way once Oriya issued the order. Her kimono swished quietly as she moved gracefully down the ornate halls that led to the main foyer. The halls themselves were decorated with precious artworks by the local master artisans, and Oriya had been able to afford them with ease after going to the local galleries and had bought each one himself. Their cost had been a mere drop in the proverbial bucket in comparison to the size of his bank account.

Owning such an exclusive house like KoKakuRou may have been a disgusting thing to the now middle aged man, but it was profitable. It kept himself and his prostitutes well housed, and it had been to be of some use (no matter how grizzly the use had been) to Muraki. That was all that mattered to him now.

Once in the carefully decorated foyer he found a young boy with dark hair sitting in one of the wicker chairs against one of the gold plated walls. He stood up once Oriya entered the room and smirked knowingly at the black haired man.

Oriya shivered at the sight as the first thing he noticed about the young boy was the vacant, almost soulless look in the eyes. Muraki probably hadn�t trusted the common looking boy too much if he had done this to him.

He no longer doubted the boy was a messenger as only a strong spell caster like Muraki could have possibly turned the boy into a living doll. And that�s exactly what he was. Messy black bangs couldn�t hide the empty look in the chocolate pools.

�You�re Oriya ne?� The boy asked. In his hand was a plain, unmarked manilla envelope.

�Who sent you?� It was a stupid question, but Oriya felt the natural urge to ask it anyway.

�You know who.� the boy answered with a haughty glare. �Here�s what he wanted you to have.� The boy said as he mechanically held out the envelope. Every move of his body seemed somewhat jerky and practiced, like a machine in need of oiling.

�Aa.� Oriya took it from him and slowly unbound the twine keeping it shut. He slowly pulled out a couple of the first pages and leafed through a few papers. His eyes widened as he realized what he was reading before he looked up to speak to the boy, only to find himself standing alone in the gilded foyer.

�Kazutaka you really have done it this time.� he murmured to himself as he looked over the file while walking back to his room and slowly sitting at the large cherry desk. He picked up and puffed on his almost forgotten pipe for a moment before turning the desk light on and studying the papers, then the separate photographs that corresponded to each paper.

The fist photograph was quickly recognized as the boy that he had dueled with. The beautiful blazing emerald eyes were just as sharp as when the �boy-prince� had realized his true feelings for his partner. He smiled slightly in fond remembrance as he thought of the passionate duel the boy had given him.

There had only been one other time when he had felt more alive than when he fought that duel with the boy. But that time had been back when he and Muraki were mere teenagers and were exploring sex together in a field in the middle of no where. It had been when he had realized he loved the mad scientist that haunted his present nights.

�Kurosaki-san...� he mumbled reverently around his pipe. He then picked up the second picture and looked it over carefully, scanning and memorizing every inch of face shown in the photograph.

�So this is what you two were fighting over, eh? He�s kind of on the girly side... But... there�s something about him...� He sighed as he tried to figure out exactly what drew the two to this one man so desperately. �That�s probably at least part of what attracted him to you, ne Muraki-kun? Asato, Tsuzuki-san...�

As he set the pictures down a small folded piece of paper slid out from between the pages of a small report and caught Oriya�s eye. He picked it up and unfolded it slowly, his heart pounding at the prospect of what could possibly be written there.

My Dearest Oriya....

I know that it is highly likely that I have worried you to the point of giving up on my still being alive. I apologize.

I have included a business card from a famous local restaurant in this packet and I would like for you to make reservations there for next Wednesday at six in the evening. I will be waiting for you there.

Even though he didn�t sign the paper Oriya knew it could be no one else. He spread the papers over his desk and found the red business card with the black moon symbol.

�That�s just like you Kazutaka...� he said as he reached for his phone and dialed the number.

[Meanwhile, in an abandoned schoolyard on the other side of Kyoto]

Hisoka swiftly moved in front of Tsuzuki, his hand held up and his power focused into a perfect shield. Tsuzuki blinked wide violet eyes at his partners move, but understood and turned around to stand back to back with his partner. He held one of his many ofuda up, completing the shield on his side and strengthening it so that Hisoka didn�t have to hold it up all on his own.

Outside of the strong shield were two large entities, one a zombie demon much like Fohkaroru whom they�d faced in Saint Michael�s private catholic school. The other attacking being was a large ice dragon that kept circling the pair, his body long and whip like.

The zombie spewed out black goo as it approached the barrier, trying to cover the duo in it. The shield held tight against the attack even though the goo burned the blacktop around them. The dragon roared in fury at the shield�s holding ability and shook its long body, ice crystals flying off of it and splintering against the shield.

Suddenly as if in sync both demons rushed in to attack the shield, the zombie striking at it with its large, rotten fists. The skin from the demon blistered and dripped over the shield as if it was melting into a sick black goo while it�s slit belly coughed long black ropes of entrails onto the shield. At the same time the dragon was angrily whipping at the shield with his tail, ice slashing and cracking it.

As if possessed, Hisoka narrowed his eyes angrily and ran out of the barrier. Before either demon could turn on him, or Tsuzuki (whom was watching with horrified eyes) could scream at him to come back to the safety of the shield, he made the summoning seal for Kurikara and yelled out in a loud, demanding voice.

�Steel of Immortal strength. Flames of the deepest hell. Swords of truth and greatest morale! Descend KURIKARA!�

Tsuzuki�s eyes widened in shock as he watched a tornado of roaring flames surround Hisoka, spinning out until it burst, leaving a long black steel dragon in it�s wake. The scales on the body shimmered as it moved, coiling itself around Hisoka protectively.

Hisoka smiled as the two demons looked at RyuOh in shock and immediately began to retreat.

�What are you that you can control the king of dragons with such ease?!� Demanded the slowly retreating ice dragon.

Hisoka merely smirked, looking almost like Kurikara as he did so. �Kurikara! Attack!�

The demons cowered, but stopped their retreat as Kurikara flew forward quickly, the black steel scales on his body clicking as they moved against each other. He reared the upper half of his body like a viper about to strike and then blew out, flames erupting over the half decayed zombie and splintering the body of the ice dragon before melting it away. Kurikara roared loudly with his victory as he was dismissed.

Tsuzuki was transfixed for a moment as he watched the dancing black dragon melt back into his own reality before he relaxed, allowing the barrier to disappear around him. He smiled as he walked over to the doubled over and panting Hisoka.

�You did really well, Hisoka.� he said quietly.

Hisoka blinked and looked at him. �I...� he coughed and took a deep breath. �He�s amazing...� he finally said with awe as he looked at his hands. �That was Kurikara, ne?�

Tsuzuki nodded. �And you controlled him. It was amazing to me the first time I summoned each of my shikigami, let alone the first one for the first time. You feel like you can do anything, that all the power of heaven and earth are at your fingertips. It�s one of the best kind of highs you can get off on.� he said with a smile.

Hisoka smiled faintly as he looked away. �Aa. But... I don�t think I want to summon as much as I thought. My head is buzzing too much from him.�

�He talked a lot?� Tsuzuki asked as he reached out to help Hisoka walk.

Hisoka nodded in reply. His legs were shaking slightly as he moved toward the quiet schoolhouse with Tsuzuki.

Tsuzuki chuckled as Hisoka gently leaned against him. �When they�re excited it can�t be helped. Just remind yourself it�s been millennia since he�s been out of that forge, let alone in the human world. He was just excited to be able to be out and helping his master.�

Hisoka sighed. �I know that, but he doesn�t have to scream his emotions at me. We have a close link and he forgets to be careful. Even when he has an affair in Gensoukai, I can feel it. It�s... haunting and rude.�

�You sure you mean haunting and not exciting?� Tsuzuki teased playfully.

Hisoka stopped long enough to pick up a handful of dust and toss it at Tsuzuki in reply.

It was true that since the first Kyoto incident that had involved Muraki, Hisoka and Tsuzuki had become closer. However, they weren�t even a real couple yet. Despite Tsuzuki�s gentle overtures Hisoka had kept some distance, especially when he found out about his own family and the truth behind the Kurosaki facade.

Tsuzuki had been there for him, trying to help him muddle through the truth. He was a good ear and became the point of sanity for the boy when Hisoka had been overwhelmed.

And he had been easily overwhelmed. Trying to get Kurikara had taken every ounce of everything the boy had had. Finding out the truth of his family right after had almost made him go insane.

Tsuzuki had carefully connected with the younger shinigami to help him through the ordeal and to become closer to him. All his attempts at romance, however, had fallen horribly flat. Even the inventive and ever optimistic Watari had told him that unless he was able to concoct a love potion for Tsuzuki to give to Hisoka, that Tsuzuki should cool off and let Hisoka come around on his own.

Tsuzuki was still hoping for that potion but until then he decided to take Tatsumi�s advice of just being there when Hisoka needed him. This of course (in Tsuzuki�s mind at least) meant that he had to move out of his apartment in Meifu and into Hisoka�s small house on the edge of the celestial city. The move provided both of them with some company, and Tsuzuki had been close by to hold the younger man when he would wake up crying.

�Shall we go home now Hisoka?� Tsuzuki asked, hoping Hisoka wouldn�t notice that they were still on the proverbial clock. Unfortunately for him, Hisoka was wearing a watch and looked at it.

�Iie. We should go back to JuOhCho and do the paperwork for this case. I don�t want Tatsumi-san angry at me for leaving work early. And you don�t need to have your pay docked anymore for your laziness. You still have to pay off the bill from the first time you destroyed the library. You haven�t even gotten halfway through that bill, let alone starting the second one for the second time around.� Hisoka scolded.

Tsuzuki cowered at Hisoka�s rebuff and whimpered. �Demo Hisoka! I can�t pay it quickly because I only get paid a little at a time!� he said, trying to find a working excuse for his slow repayment of the overwhelming bill.

�And if you didn�t spend that �little at a time� on sweets we wouldn�t be having this discussion, now would we?� Hisoka asked challengingly.

Tsuzuki sighed in defeat and surrendered to the truth in Hisoka�s statement. �Aa Hisoka. Let�s go back to work.�

Hisoka nodded. He watched Tsuzuki brush his clothes off for a moment and felt his heart pull toward his partner in sympathy. He blushed furiously before looking away and speaking quietly.

�You know, if you really need some help, I can pay a little of it too since I don�t spend much of my paycheck anyway. I only need about half of it for bills and food-�

Tsuzuki brightened and turned to Hisoka. Was this it? Was Hisoka finally coming around to him?

�-but you�re still sleeping on the couch.� Hisoka finished.

Tsuzuki sighed. �Hidoi Hisoka.�

[Late that evening in Meifu, at JuOhCho]

Watari felt a tingle of dread run up his spine as soon as he saw the look on Tatsumi�s face as the shadow master entered the lab. He glanced up at the clock on the far wall and then looked back at his late night visitor. The shadows around the man seemed to writhe with every step, giving away the angry mood Tatsumi must have been in.

He smiled weakly as a last defense. �T-Tatsumi... What�s up?� His tone was light, but his heart was cringing as he tried to remember what he could have possibly done to bring the volatile man to his lab so late.

The shadow master sighed as his shadows pulsed around him disturbingly, then slowly held out a folder.

�I want your opinion on these.�

Watari swallowed hard but slightly relaxed as he took the folder, opening it slowly as if it might come to life and bite his fingertips off. A folder meant he hadn�t done anything. If he had, Tatsumi would have brought something charred and wriggling with him. He pulled out a paper with a card attached and nearly dropped it as he read the papers. Swiftly he shut the folder and marched to a nearby shredder.

�You should get rid of it. They don�t need this kind of trouble. Kurosaki-kun especially. It�s bad enough he found out about his family, he doesn�t need this sort of trouble. Not anymore.� He said firmly as he turned the machine on and fed the papers into it.

He had been the one to watch over Hisoka as Hisoka fought to keep his sanity in check. The boy had talked to him about it and confided that he was ready to die or move on or whatever it was shinigami did when they were done being shinigami. He had nearly cried at just how everything was ravaging the weak and sad boy.

Tatsumi adjusted his glasses and sighed, the shadows around him swirling as the man tried to bring himself to remember that he was in someone�s presence. �He�ll have to find out sooner or later, Watari-kun.�

�In this case later is better.� Watari said as he watched the papers become no more than scrap. �Besides, Tsuzuki would go completely ballistic if he found out about this.�

�But Tsuzuki requested it.� Tatsumi said softly. Only the confused shadows gave away the man�s own anger and irritation.

Watari turned and faced him slowly. �He... what?� This wasn�t like Tsuzuki at all.

�He asked to go to Kamakura to check on the Kanagawa province. He wants to visit Kurosaki-kun�s family home with him.� He replied quietly. �Even though it�s Terazuma and Wakaba�s province, he wanted to go.�

Watari looked shocked. �You can�t be serious. What is that baka thinking?!�

Tatsumi shrugged as the shadows seemed to diminish in defeat around his feet. �He wants Hisoka to see everything with his own eyes and to get over his family issues by facing them.� Tatsumi looked away, then spoke in a quiet, conspiratorial tone. �I honestly agree with you, but DaiOh-sama and Konoe agree with his request. It�s already being cleared as we speak.�

�Sonna... What are they thinking?!� Watari�s eyes were full of dread. �Nothing good can come from this! You mark my words!�

�I know, but they�re thinking along the same lines as Tsuzuki.�

�The boy won�t last a minute around that house and family. Especially after all the damage his father did to him. Not to mention the truth being revealed and... Oh god there are so many factors I don�t want to think of. If I end up having him completely messed up again I don�t know if anyone can help him.�

�I know.� Tatsumi said as he slowly turned away and headed out.

Watari reached into the basket of the shredder and shook his head as he looked at the strings of paper that fell between his fingers.

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And that is chapter one.

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