Ardent

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Yami no Matsuei characters.

Sorry about not updating. I've been sick for the past week.

Chapter 2: Kidnapped

Hisoka Kurosaki had been asleep when he felt an unknown presence in his room. He opened his emerald eyes to find a man with the most beautiful silver hair he had ever seen standing by his bed. He blinked his eyes a couple of times; he was still drowsy with sleep and had trouble reading the stranger's emotions.

“Who are you,” he asked, clouded with sleep and not knowing what to do.

The silver haired stranger seemed surprise to find him awake. A smirk then crossed his lovely features.

“My name is Kazutaka Muraki. Are you Nagare Kurosaki's heir?

Hisoka nodded. “Yes I am.”

Muraki gave a low laugh. “I'm glad to hear that. I noticed your room is quite a distance off from the other rooms. Why is a beautiful boy such as yourself cut off from the rest of the family?”

Hisoka bowed his head down, kneading the comforter. “My parents don't want me too close to their room, I suppose. I can feel what they're thinking.”

“Hmm,” An empathic heir. Muraki stepped closer to the bed and placed his hand on the flaxen locks. “So, my pretty doll, what's your name?”

“Hisoka Kurosaki,” the boy said formally.

Muraki laughed. The boy was in his night clothes with his hair all mussed up but yet he still presents himself with formality. Only royalty can do that.

“Get up, Hisoka, I'm taking you with me. You belong to me now,” Muraki held his hand out.

Hisoka's eyes turned ice cold. “I'm not your property. I belong with my parents.”

“Hmm, really?” Muraki placed two fingers onto Hisoka's forehead and whispered something in a foreign tongue. Hisoka's eyes glazed over and he fell against Muraki.

Time to go, Muraki thought, as he smiled down at the boy in his arms. Now that he had a new plan, he no longer cared about the ransacking of the castle.

We're going now, Muraki silently signaled his men.

Within five minutes his men met him at their rendezvous. They all looked surprised at the bundle Muraki had in his arms but where wise enough to know not to say anything about it. They quietly stole away into the night, leaving no traces of their activities behind.

Muraki held the boy tightly in his arms. He didn't want the Kurosaki to know that he had their son quite yet. No, he had plans for the boy and he didn't want any outside disturbances to ruin those plans.


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Hisoka woke up in a daze, blinking a couple of times before realizing that he wasn't in his bed. He sat up and looked around the room. It was lavishly furnished, even more so than his own room. Hisoka didn't move from the bed in fear of breaking one of the delicate objects that decorated the room. He had to be in the home of the silver haired stranger-Muraki. The question was why was he here? Hisoka shivered, even though the room was warm, he wanted to go home. There was a knock and the door opened. Muraki entered, dressed entirely in silver white.

“Slept well, my doll?” he asked sincerely.

Hisoka stared at him.

“Today is a big day for you. I don't want you to be worn out so easily, especially with your powers.”

Hisoka was silent for a moment. “My powers don't bother you?”

“Of course not. Why should they?”

“I-it scares some people,” Hisoka whispered.

“Well, it doesn't scare me. Now, come on, you need to get ready.” Muraki pulled the covers off of Hisoka.

“For what?” Hisoka asked, his innocence shining brightly through his green eyes as he got off the bed.

“Why, for our wedding ceremony,” Muraki said gleefully.

The words sunk through to Hisoka in an instant. He stepped further back away from Muraki.

“No, I'm not marring you! My parents already arranged a betrothed for me. I'm getting married when I turn 16!”

“I don't care about that,” Muraki grabbed the boy's arm and yanked him to his chest. “Now, let's go.”

Hisoka struggled against Muraki's grasp and managed to give him a swift kick. Muraki grunted a little, letting go of Hisoka. The boy took this as an opportunity to make a break for it and ran to the door. He reached for the knob only to find himself unable to move.

What's going on? Hisoka thought fearfully. He couldn't move any of his limbs.

Muraki gave a heavy sigh. “So we're going to have to do this the hard way. I was hoping you would be more cooperative.”

Hisoka felt himself being lifted up as Muraki swept him up in bridal style. He may be paralyzed physically but it didn't curb his empathy. He felt Muraki's dark joy and something else but he couldn't pinpoint what it was. It was an emotion he never felt before.

Muraki carried him to another room where there were three uniformed women waiting.

“The ceremony is in two hours. Make sure he's ready,” Hisoka heard Muraki telling the women.

Oh God. What's going to happen to him?