Love At First Kill

Love at First Kill Ch.5
By: White Angel



I sat there for a moment, shocked by his forthright questioning.
No, I wasn\'t ready to talk about it, but I most ceartinly know what it is like
to be curious.
He did deserve to know...., and I know he would never judge me for my actions.
He would be a hypocrite if he did. I began to tell my story.

\"I don\'t know why things happened the way they did. It was just a.....mistake..,
I suppose.\"

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It was a normal day at the office of EnMaCho. A somewhat normal day, at least.
Hisoka was working on finishing up a file from our last case in Osaka, and I was
dozing off as usual.

He told me to wake up and do some work, and I said leave me alone. His green
eyes lit up with a spark of anger as he tightly pulled my hair and yelled at me,
wanting to know just what was so special about me that made me too good to work.
I told him outright, I\'m not too good to work, today is just a special day for
me.

\"Hisoka! It\'s my birthday! I\'m 83 today!\"

\"I don\'t give a damn.\" was his reply.

That\'s when it happened.

Something inside of me just snapped and I couldn\'t hold my anger back any more.

\"You don\'t give a damn?......YOU DON\'T GIVE A DAMN!! You NEVER give a damn, DO
YOU?!!\"

I grabbed his hair and jerked him towards me. I could see the shock and fear in
his eyes.

\"All you think about is yourself! I\'ve done so much for you and this is what I
get in return?!\"

I slapped him and sent him flying over the desk.

\"I\'m sorry, Tsuzuki! Please, stop! I\'m sorry!\" he screamed. His fear had
advanced to sheer terror now.

\"You\'re not sorry! You don\'t give a damn, remember?!\"

I jerked him up and slammed him onto the desk. He was crying now and trying to
scream through my hand over his mouth.

\"You owe me, Hisoka.\"

I stripped his jeans and burgundy sweater from his body and I raped him.

I rode him as hard as I could as he screamed into my hand and thrashed about on
the desk. When I released inside of him I let out a loud moan and dropped my
hand from his mouth. Of course, he screamed bloody murder and the door to the
office flew open.

As was my luck, it was Tatsumi.

His blue eyes went wide at the scene before him. I stood naked in the middle of
the room, and Hisoka lay nude on the desk in a pool of his own blood, crying
silently.

I was in a panic, just realizing myself what had taken place. I grabbed a letter
opener from an open drawer and charged at Tatsumi, slashing his right eye from
its socket. The blue eye rolled across the floor and Tatsumi flew back into the
wall and fell down, trying to stop the bleeding.

It was then that I noticed Watari, Konoe, and Terazuma entering the room.
They had come to investigate the commotion and had witnessed what I had just
done. Tatsumi carefully reached out for his eye and pressed it back into place
with a bit of difficulty.

Then I heard Hisoka.

\"Baka!\" he screamed, his tear streaked face twisted into a portrait of hatred.
\"Look what you did! You don\'t deserve to live! You bastard!\"

I was in a frenzy. I couldn\'t comprehend what had just happened.
I was afraid.

I was angry.

\"I\'m sorry!\" I pleaded, \"It was a mistake!\"

Tatsumi was crying.
I had never seen Tatsumi cry.
I made Tatsumi cry.
I was hurting.

Watari, konoe, and Terazuma had gone to Hisoka\'s side, trying to comfort him and
get his clothes back on.

\"Get out of here!\" Hisoka yelled,\"We don\'t want you anymore!\"

\"Forgive me!\" I felt as though I was going to break.

\"Damn you! Demon!\"

Demon. Well, I was a demon, wasn\'t I? I gathered my pants and trenchcoat and was
gone before anyone could say or do anything.

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\"I walked along in the rain until I came upon you in Tokyo Park beneath the
Sakura. You had just killed that pretty woman, and the rain was mixing in with
the blood. I knew then what I wanted, what I was destined for. I smiled and
walked away, which I\'m sure made you wonder. Later that night I came upon a
young boy that looked astoundingly like Hisoka. A bit shorter, perhaps, but very
much like him. It was his 16th birthday and he was on his way home from a party.
I gave him his gift, and in doing so I invited you to come to me. That is my
story. That is all that happened.\"

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The room was very still for several long moments before Muraki stood up from the
table. He came over to where I sat and kneeled by my side.

\"It is not your fault. It most certainly was not a mistake. They should all have
more respect for you. You are the most powerful, after all. You deserve much
better, and they deserved what you gave them.\" He kissed my hand and looked deep
into my eyes.

\"Tsuzuki, what you did was brave. I have always loved you, but I love you all
the more now for what you did. Don\'t you see, you are free now.\"

I nodded slowly as he kissed me softly on the lips and went back down onto one
knee.

\"Tsuzuki, I love you more than anything else in this world.\"

\"Even omelettes?\" I questioned kiddingly.

\"Even omelettes.\" he laughed,\" But I want you to stay with me. Permanently, I
mean. Tsuzuki....will you marry me? Be my husband and lover forever?\"

My jaw dropped and I felt myself turn every shade of red.

\"I....I, um...\"

\"Marry me, Tsuzuki.....\"