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Summary: After Gensou Kai and Kamakura Arc. Tsuzuki and Hisoka were assigned to a new mission. Meanwhile, some mysterious characters, with same intention as Muraki, appeared to harass Hisoka for some purpose. M x H, T x H

AN: I own nothing in Yami no Matsuei, they all belong to Matsushita Yoko sensei. I�m just borrowing the characters and plots for my fanfic, so please don�t sue me, I�ve no money for that. For those not familiar with the later developments of Yami no Matsuei, you can go to Theria.net�s Yami no Matsuei translation section.

Please read and review! *Puppy eyes*

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NEW CHAPTER: NEW MISSION

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In the afternoon, the Summon Department received a new mission. There was disappearance of a soul from the Under World into a particular zone within the human world.

Upon investigation, it was found that the location was a private student hostel for rich boys in Nagasaki.

�And so,� Konoe said: �Tsuzuki and Kurosaki-kun will handle this mission. Tatsumi will elaborate your roles. Is there any problem?�

�No.� Hisoka and Tsuzuki said.

Tatsumi adjusted his glasses as he looked into his file: �Kurosaki-kun will disguise as one of the student there and Tsuzuki-san a teacher.�

�Again.� Hisoka sighed in his thought. This was the third time he disguised as a student in the living world even though he was already dead. He wished he could have a normal living student life, but he knew it was impossible.

And so, they set off to Nagasaki.

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In the dark, a creepy smile rose on a mysterious face as he looked at a rising figure from a hospital bed. He had finally revived a person from the dead.

His smile widened. It was payback time.

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�Allow me to introduce a new teacher and a new student.� The school principal announced in the main hall: �Tsuzuki-Asato san will be teaching History. And Kurosaki Hisoka-kun will be studying with all of you from now on.�

Hisoka could feel mixed thoughts in the air. There were some scorns from some boys.

�What�s with this new student?� A student who appeared like a leader in a small group grunted in low voice.

�Hey, look at the new boy, he looks so feminine, as though he is ready to be raped by anyone.� Another boy teased unkindly.

�Is he really a boy? He looks so kawaii.� A boy smirked lustfully, looking up and down Hisoka�s slender body and made more crude comments about his cute body with his peers.

Hisoka frowned inwardly.

He did not enjoy being a student in a boy�s school, especially after his experience in St. Michael. He was certainly sure that he would be having more difficult time in this school.

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�Hey, Hisoka!� Tsuzuki waved when lunchtime came: �Let�s go for food!� He paused, looking at Hisoka�s gloomy face: �What�s wrong? Did anyone bully you, Hisoka?�

Hisoka looked at Tsuzuki and envied him for not teaching the most difficult class.

Hisoka and Tsuzuki had been separated in different classes to investigate more people within shorter time.

Tsuzuki was sent to a better-behaved class and Hisoka was unfortunately transferred to the most chaotic class. Worst of all, the same small peer group who had made terrible remarks about him in the Hall was in the same class as him. As the peer group was more influenced in the class, Hisoka faced hostile reactions from students around him, and his empathy ability worsened this already bad feeling.

�No�Nothing.� Hisoka murmured.

�How�s the first day of school here, Kurosaki-kun? I hope you�ll get used to this new environment.� An old voice called from Hisoka�s back. It was Hisoka�s form teacher � Shimojima. He looked very much elderly, around 50 to 60 years old.

��. Haiz, Sensei.� Hisoka greeted.

Shimojima looked at Tsuzuki: �Pleased to meet you, Tsuzuki-Sensei. Pardon me for my curiosity, how are both of you related?�

�Hisoka� is my adopted younger brother. I have to look out for him.� Tsuzuki scampered his mind for an excuse.

�Oh I see, please take good care of him, I can see that your younger brother is not very good in communicating with other people.�

Tsuzuki looked at his walking figure from them and turned to Hisoka: �Do you want to change class? I can ask the principal�� He stopped short when he realised Hisoka was no longer besides him. He looked up to see Hisoka walking away: �Hey, wait for me, Hisoka!�

�What the hell is this? Tsuzuki�s treating me like a kid again! I�m old enough to deal with this situation, especially when it comes to arrogant kids!� Hisoka scorned to himself.

Suddenly, he pumped into a tall body. Startled, Hisoka looked up to see an older teenager with light colour hair. Strangely, his relaxed smile reminded Hisoka of Muraki Kazutaka.

�Eh, gomen.� Hisoka apologized hastily and tried to move off, but the teenager had reached out to grab his arms, pulling Hisoka close in his arms.

�I�ve always wanted to talk to you alone, Kurosaki-kun, ever since the first time I�ve met you in the school hall.� The strange teenager whispered, his lips too close for comfort.

�Let me go!� Hisoka struggled, but the teenager�s hold was strong.

The red moon��.

�Nice to meet you. My name is Saki.�

The cruel face of the murderer��

The teenager suddenly reached forward and kissed Hisoka on his lips. Stunned, Hisoka pushed the teenager away.

�Hisoka, are you alright?� Tsuzuki�s voice called from a corner as the older man ran to meet his younger partner.

�We�ll meet again, Kurosaki-kun.� Saki waved briefly and walked away as Tsuzuki approached Hisoka.

�Who�s that kid, Hisoka?� Tsuzuki asked. Somehow, Tsuzuki had a strange feeling that he had seen that face before, but he could not remember where.

�He said his name is Saki. I don�t like his emotions. It�s � dark�. Just like Muraki�s�� Hisoka said in shaking voice.

�Saki?� Tsuzuki echoed and rubbed his chin in thought.

�Hisoka.�

�Yah?�

�Let�s go for lunch! I know there�s a good stall selling cheese cakes!�

Hisoka face faulted.

�What�s wrong with that, Hisoka? It�s lunch time, so naturally we�ll go for lunch!� Tsuzuki protested innocently.

�Bakayaro!� Hisoka growled at the older man.

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The tarot cards lay scattered all over the floor.

�Oi, Kannuki chan, what�s wrong?� Terazuma grunted at his partner�s unusual clumsiness.

�A bad omen.� Wakaba whispered uneasily: �Something bad is going to happen. The feeling is getting stronger.�

�What bad omen?� Terazuma grumbled.

�Eh, nothing.� Wakaba smiled nervously.

Kurosaki-kun� Tsuzuki-san, please be careful�.

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A piece of paper dropped out as Hisoka opened his locker to change his shoes. Out of curiosity, he picked it up.

�Hisoka, are you ready to go for dinner?� Tsuzuki called from a distance.

�Give me a minute!� Hisoka replied and read the note.

�Meet me alone in the old gym room tonight at 10pm if you want to know more about that Saki guy.�

�Hisoka, have you finished? I�m starving!� Tsuzuki whined.

�Alright, alright!� Hisoka called and stuffed the note in his pocket.

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The old gym had been deserted for years. At night, it was especially eerie with ghostly howls from the strong wind around the building. Hisoka held onto his jacket tighter around him as he entered the room.

The door suddenly slammed shut behind him. Before Hisoka could react, he was pinned onto the floor; his hands were pulled behind his back.

�Hi, pretty boy, I know you�ll come.� The familiar voice of the leader peer group smirked: �I�ll make this worth the trip, we�re going to entertain you till you ask for more.�

�That note is not supposed to be written by you.� Hisoka gasped in surprise, remembering the emotion emitted from the letter when he read it in front of his locker.

�Exactly, we were informed that you�d turn up.� The leader grinned: �Guys, flick him over, we�re going to give him the joy of his life!�

Hisoka struggled hard, but his arms were held tighter. Two more teenagers grabbed his legs each and pulled them apart. The leader undid his own pants and moved between Hisoka�s thighs, reaching for Hisoka�s zipper.

Hisoka�s eyes widened: �Stop this nonsense! Let me go!�

�Come on, I know you have wanted this, bishonen, once we get onto this, you�ll sure moan for more.� The leader snickered as he reached down to caress Hisoka�s cheek.

�WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!!!� A man�s voice yelled angrily.

The teenagers recognized it to be a teacher�s and quickly fled through some open windows.

Hisoka struggled to get up. He felt hands pulled him into a strong embrace.

�Tsuzuki.� Hisoka whispered in relief: �How did you know I�m here?�

�I saw the little note in your school pant�s pocket that was lying on your bed. You�ve got me worried.� Tsuzuki cuddled Hisoka tightly: �Don�t wander away alone, Hisoka. I don�t want to lose you again.�

�Tsuzuki, wait..� Hisoka gasped slightly, feeling the strong anxious emotion emitting from Tsuzuki.

�Hisoka, I� I love you.� Tsuzuki whispered and kissed Hisoka on his lips.: �Please let me protect you, I can�t do without you.�

Hisoka�s eyes widened in surprise, then his expression softened and he kissed back.

Afar, a dark figure looked at the hugging figures, his lips bristled and he crunched his fists.

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�You don�t seem to look very happy, brother.� Saki�s voice suddenly appeared outside Muraki�s clinic door.

Muraki looked up in shock from his medical document at the sight of his revived dead half brother.

Instead, Muraki smiled calmly: �I�m so surprise to see you again, Saki. What brings you here?� behind his back, Muraki�s hands were still shivering in angst.

�I�ve seen someone who resembles you a lot when you were younger, brother.� Saki smiled: �I believe you must be familiar with this boy called Kurosaki Hisoka.�

�Oh, what are you scheming, Saki? Do you want to snatch my toy from me?� Muraki grinned challengingly.

Saki only smiled back and walked away. Muraki�s smile drained off his face instantly and he quickly got up to follow Saki, but the young man was nowhere to be seen along the straight corridor as if he had disappeared within seconds.

�Saki, just you wait, I�ll smash you into bits together with the person who has brought you back from grave.� Muraki snarled silently.

Turning to a direction where a white bundle lay on a bed, Muraki smiled again. Hisoka�s corpse was still in his control.

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As Hisoka walked back to the hostel with Tsuzuki, he suddenly felt the world spinning around him. He did not hear Tsuzuki�s yelp in concern, nor did he felt himself falling into his partner�s arms before everything drifted into darkness.

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Tsuzuki carried Hisoka gently in his arms and put him onto his own bed. The boy was so light. Tsuzuki watched the teenager�s long eyelashes while wondering what caused Hisoka to faint. Already fair-skinned, Hisoka appeared frightening pale in his face.

Tsuzuki sat besides Hisoka and brushed the boy�s hair from his baby soft cheeks. Staring at Hisoka�s slightly pouting lips, Tsuzuki leaned close and kissed the boy.

�I will not let anyone hurt you, Hisoka.� Tsuzuki thought determined as he looked down at Hisoka�s sleeping face. Hisoka muttered uneasily in his semi consciousness.

Suddenly, there was a rustle outside the door.

�Tsuzuki-sensei? Has Kurosaki kun return back to his room?� The worried voice of a teacher asked as he opened the door to look at Tsuzuki.

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Hisoka looked around in awe.

He was in a strange battle field with countless dead soldiers laying all over the place, arrows protruding from their bleeding bodies.

Blood red sun blazed in the sky over the barren earth.

Hisoka stared down to see he himself in samurai armor and he could see his long bloodied blond hair swaying in the wind. Crutching tightly in his hands was a bloodstained katana.

�You cannot escape, demon.� Hisoka heard himself said to a panting figure that was shrouded in a fog before him.

�You�ve destroyed my troops, Kurosaki, what more do you want?� The defeated figure�s emotion seeped into Hisoka�s mind.

Hisoka heard himself roared in a hoarse voice: �I want to take your LIFE!�

Hisoka felt his katana fell, followed by a feel of cutting flesh through his blade.

�NOOOOO!!!!!� Hisoka bellowed.

Everything vanished. The stars were sparkling gently outside the window and curtains flew along the gentle wind. It was a new moon night and the place was pitch dark. Instead of the battlefield, Hisoka could feel himself lying on a bed.

Just then, he felt someone hovering over him.

�Ts..Tsuzuki�?� Hisoka thought and paused. He could not feel Tsuzuki�s thoughts, instead dark emotions flowed into him.

The dark fingers started fondle Hisoka cheeks and pressed Hisoka�s arms back onto the bed. Hisoka felt someone climbing onto him, straddling on his thighs.

�Ma�Matte! Who are you!� Hisoka cried out, but dark face leaned down and silenced Hisoka�s scream with its kiss.

Hisoka struggled.

Bright force radiated from Hisoka�s body and the figure immediately leaped back, giving Hisoka one more look before vanishing into the darkness.

Hisoka panted heavily, wide-eyed, on the bed.

�Hisoka! Are you alright?� Tsuzuki�s voice screamed anxiously as he banged into the room.

�Tsuzuki!� Hisoka cried out and felt the man pulled him into his embrace.

�It�s alright now, I�m here to protect you.� Tsuzuki consoled, stroking the boy�s soft hair over and over again.

�What happen? How did I end up in my room?� Hisoka asked and was shocked to find his voice so weak and helpless as though his strength had disappeared into an abyss.

�You have fainted on your way back from the abandoned building, Hisoka.� Tsuzuki explained: �You are sweating profusely, are you having a nightmare again?�

Hisoka nodded. Tsuzuki laid the boy back to the bed and sat besides him.

�Hey,� Hisoka said: �Aren�t you going back to your room to sleep?�

�I�ll stay by your side!� Tsuzuki beamed in his puppy-mode and swayed his puppy tail.

�Baka.� Hisoka whispered in mocked annoyance and secretly felt thankful for Tsuzuki�s accompany, especially after the strange dream.

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Muraki stroked the dried skin of Kurosaki Hisoka�s corpse and stood back. The cloth that covered it had been spread open, exposing the chest of the dead teenager. On the chest were flesh new curves of Muraki�s curse marks.

Blood trickled down one of Muraki�s arms. He lifted it up against the lamp in the comfort of his clinic.

There was a soft pop sound as one of his artificial arms fell off onto the ground, revealing a bleeding one beneath it. One of Muraki�s arms had regenerated, thanks to the connection between Hisoka�s corpse and Hisoka�s current body through Muraki�s curse marks.

Muraki smirked.

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�Class, please turn to page 24�� the teacher said as he started explaining the long historical facts of Nara period.

Some students tried to suppress their yawns.

Hisoka attempted to concentrate on his book, but the words on the pages seemed to be dancing like wild fire. Hisoka shook his head and tried again.

�Kurosaki-kun, if you are feeling unwell, please go to the rest room.� The teacher called and turned to a student: �Kudo-kun, kindly��

�It�s alright, sensei,� Hisoka pulled himself up from the chair: �I�ll go by myself.�

�No, Kudo-kun, please assist Kurosaki-kun.� The teacher shook his head. The boy got up and helped Hisoka out of the room.

The route towards the rest room appeared endless. After struggling across the path with the boy-Kudo kun as his only help, Hisoka finally stumbled into the room.

�My, my, you sure look in a terrible stage, boy.� A frightening familiar voice said calmly. Before Hisoka�s eyes swam a familiar form of the silver hair doctor.

�Muraki!� Hisoka growled between his teeth.

Before he knew it, everything darkened before him and he collapsed into Muraki�s waiting arms.

Hisoka stirred uneasily. The light before his eyes became brighter and brighter. He suddenly remembered seeing Muraki before he fell.

Abruptly, he shot up from the bed. To his dismay, he found his waists bound to the bed board above his head. Besides the bed sat a smiling Muraki.

�Muraki! What do you want this time?� Hisoka grinded: �Have you consider what will happen if other people find you abducting a student in a rest room?�

�Silly child,� Muraki grinned, running his cold fingers over Hisoka�s bare chest. It was then Hisoka realised his shirt had been unbuttoned, exposing his body to the air and he was no longer in school. The room was strangely empty with only the bed he was laying in the center.

�You are in an abandoned house a few distance from the school, Hisoka boy.� Muraki whispered in Hisoka�s ears and nibbled lightly on the nook of Hisoka�s smooth neck. Muraki�s warm breath blew on Hisoka�s tender fair skin: �You smell like sakura petals, love.�

Hisoka whined inwardly to himself. There was no way Tsuzuki could be able to find them to save him. Even if he did, Tsuzuki�s overwhelming fear to Muraki would only mean nothing could be help, it would only mean Tsuzuki be in more agony. Hisoka knew Tsuzuki had suffered enough and he did not want his partner in further hurt, especially after the Kyoto incident.

Hisoka felt himself shivered uncontrollably and arched as the silver hair doctor slipped his hand down the boy�s thigh to fondle between his legs.

�Don�t�.� Hisoka whimpered in shaking voice and his eyes were almost in tears against his will.

�What�s wrong, boy? I thought you have been waiting for this since our enjoyable time under the sakura tree five years ago.� Muraki smirked lustfully, savoring Hisoka�s sweet taste on his lips: �No one can save you now, after that Kyoto incident. Your Tsuzuki-san is now so terrified of me that he�ll rather hide under his blanket than to rescue you.�

Hisoka shouted at Muraki: �Don�t you DARE to say Tsuzuki like that to me!� Under his breath, Hisoka chanted something.

Suddenly, bright light glowed around the boy and fire burnt through the ground. Through a worm hole of fire emerged a fire dragon.

�I see you have got a new shikigami, my boy.� Muraki grinned.

�You better release me and back off before I send my shikigami at you, sensei.� Hisoka snarled breathlessly. With his already dwelling strength, the summoning and controlling of Kurikara alone was taking up more of his energy.

�Fine.� Muraki smiled at Hisoka�s sweating face and left.

�Oi, are you alright, kid?� Kurikara boomed in his deep voice that happened only when he was in his fire dragon form.

�I� I am� fine�� Hisoka panted breathlessly.

Kurikara torn off the shackles that chained Hisoka�s waists together. Hisoka nodded gratefully at him and Kurikara vanished.

�HISOKA!!�

�BON!!!!�

Hisoka looked up and saw a bird with long tail swaying in the sky outside the window and flew off to a distance where he caught sight of two Shinigami running towards him.

�Tsuzuki! Watari-san!� Hisoka sighed in relief and buttoned his shirt back. Luckily, his pants and jacket were left intact.

He felt Tsuzuki carried him bodily into his strong arms.

�What happen, Hisoka? How did you come here?� the purple eye Shinigami asked.

�What?� Hisoka widened his eyes, feeling some strange thoughts emitting from Tsuzuki.

�We were following the trace of a disappearing student from the school and found our way here.� Watari said.

�How�s the outcome?� Tatsumi�s voice called from the distance.

�Bon is here.� Watari said.

Hisoka looked around. With Tsuzuki carrying Hisoka, the Shinigami wandered out of the room and entered the room next to it.

On the wall crucified a teenage boy in tattered shirt and pants. Hisoka immediately recognized him to be the boy, Kudo who had helped him out of the classroom to the rest room. Blood and cunt trickled down between his legs and lips.

On his chest wrote the words in blood: �You shall be next.�

Hisoka screamed.

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Oriya knocked on the traditional paper door gently: �Ukyou-chan, the breakfast is ready.�

It had been weeks since Ukyou came to stay in Oriya�s place. Oriya was worried about the lady. For weeks, Oriya had witnessed her pain of being torment by spirits around her. Muraki had told him that she had been suffering it since childhood.

Oriya sighed inwardly.

A few minutes passed. There was no response.

�Ukyou-chan?� Oriya called again and pulled the door open. The lady was nowhere to be seen.
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The world swirled around him in his sleep, different aspects of his life splintering apart like scattered sakura petals. Events that genuinely had transpired intermixed freely with those that hadn�t but were drawn from his deepest fears and imaginings.

For some reason, Hisoka wasn�t surprised. It was more than just the way that everything seemed to make sense in the dream, no matter how nonsensical. It felt as if everything that had been happening to him lately was leading to this.

One moment, Kurosaki Hisoka saw himself raped by Muraki under the sakura trees few years ago and other moment he found himself sitting face to face with Oriya in his Kyoto inn.

�You cannot win Muraki with your hatred, boy.� Oriya said, puffing out smoke from his pipe.

�Then, how? How can I fight over him?!� Hisoka screeched at the man before him, leaping at him and pulled him by his collar. �Other than hatred, what else can I DO?!!�

Oriya looked into Hisoka�s eyes with cool calmness. His face transformed into Nagare�s. Somehow, Hisoka did not flinch as though it was normal that way.

�Why didn�t you help me when Muraki attacked me, Father?� Hisoka shook the man.

�Because, you have to undergo calamities in order to become strong, Hisoka. That is our destiny as the descendents of samurai line.� Nagare replied: �If you never lose, you�ll never gain a higher level.�

Abruptly, the surrounding transformed from Oriya�s traditional hotel into a luxurious room on Queen Camellia. Hisoka found himself bound and naked in spread eagle manner before Muraki. The doctor was musing himself with a whip in one hand.

�Now, let�s begin our training, boy.� Muraki grinned, tapping the end of the whip on his other palm and strolled towards the boy coolly.

Hisoka gasped as he felt the man leaning forward, placing small kisses and bites on the side of his neck. Warm accumulated between his legs where the sliver doctor parted the boy�s thighs and began pumping his length with increasing pace.

�How long have we enjoyed such reunion since our last meeting, boy? Don�t you miss my touch?�

As if something was struck in Hisoka�s throat, he could not protest, except to force him not to moan at the unwanted intrusion. He scowled in discomfort as he felt the man kissed downwards, tasting his nipples and covered his mouth over Hisoka�s tip, stirring up and down, rubbing his teeth and tongue on his length faster and faster with his fingers digging deeper into Hisoka�s slender waist.

Hisoka cried out as he came in the man�s mouth. He felt his legs parted and lifted up on either side of Muraki�s waist. The man had already removed his pants, revealing his hardened and large penis.

Hisoka�s eyes widened in fear.

�I�m sure you�ve been waiting this for a long time, my lovely child.� Muraki smirked unkindly and fondling Hisoka�s smooth thighs, he plunged into the boy�s tight entrance.

Hisoka screamed in pain.

�I�ll remove your precious Tsuzuki-san next, so that you�ll be mine wholly.� Muraki�s face twisted in evil greed as he moved up and down in Hisoka and released inside him. He was about to push his whip into Hisoka�s entrance when a loud noise thundered from above.

Claps of thunders erupted, jerking Hisoka from his dream. Flashes of lightning illuminated the white walls of his dark hostel room. He was safe on his bed, alone.

�Tsuzuki?� Hisoka whispered, feeling his partner�s emotion in the room that he had left not too long ago. There was no sight of the violet eye Shinigami. He must have been watching over Hisoka and for certain reason, he had left the room. Hisoka heaved a sign of relief, remembering the awkward nightmare.

Suddenly, Hisoka tensed. Someone else had been in the room with Tsuzuki in the room earlier before.

Muraki.

Climbing out of bed, Hisoka used the wall as support to move to the door. He felt his legs weak under him and cursed himself for being so pathetic. It took him a few minutes before he reached the door.

Please, you must be alright, Tsuzuki�.. Hisoka thought anxiously.
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Tsuzuki coiled himself in the washroom, covering his head with his arms.

�You are just like me, Tsuzuki-san,� Muraki sneered: �your soul desires other lives and blood just like I do, don�t forget that.�

�That� that is absolutely untrue!� Tsuzuki grinded in pain.

Flashes of memory appeared in his mind eyes. Blood, deaths and his elder sister-Ruka�s corpse.

Flashback a few minutes ago�..

Tsuzuki was worried sick as he sat by Hisoka�s bed, watching the boy stirring uneasily in his bed.

It had been days since he brought the unconscious Hisoka back from the abandoned house. According to the police, no suspect had been found yet, not even Muraki was investigated as he had an alibi for not around when the murder was committed.

For the next few days, Hisoka was running high fever and kept muttering senseless words. Sometimes, he cried for help in his sleep, sometimes, he curled himself in fear in his dreams. A number of times, Tsuzuki balked slightly as the boy screamed out Muraki�s name in rage.

�That Muraki must have been harassing Bon again.� Watari shook his head.

�That Muraki�� Tsuzuki shivered, both in rage and fear: �He�s here again?�

Tatsumi rested a hand on his shoulder: �Don�t worry, the Hade of Death has summoned us to assist in this case. Although our mission is to investigate the missing of the dead boy�s soul, we�ll drop by to your aid once at a time.�

�Arigato, Tatsumi.� Tsuzuki smiled gratefully.

Tatsumi and Watari had taken up posts of teachers in the school. Fortunately, the next few days were school holidays and the two Shinigami took the opportunity to wander elsewhere, collecting information while Tsuzuki accompanied the feverish Hisoka.

Tsuzuki sighed deeply as he brushed the boy�s hair from his face. He could not help admiring Hisoka�s beauty as he stirred in his sleep. Tsuzuki leaned forward. He was about to kiss Hisoka�s lips when the door suddenly opened behind him.

Startled, Tsuzuki turned back to meet the silver eyes of the doctor-Muraki.

�Oho, we�ve met again, Tsuzuki-san.� Muraki smiled, looking at the sound asleep Hisoka, he shifted his attention back to the older Shinigami: �Maybe we can have a chat inside, if you wouldn�t mind our conversation disturbing our dear pretty boy.�

�We�ll talk outside, leave Hisoka out of this!� Tsuzuki growled.

�What do you want, Muraki? If it�s me you want, don�t get Hisoka involved!� Tsuzuki shouted the moment they were out of the room.

�I�m surprised you enjoy playing the game of pretending as though you are normal like anyone.� Muraki began: �You are a monster, just like me, Tsuzuki-san.�

�If you are here to lecture me, please leave this place and don�t harass Hisoka anymore, he is INNOCENT!�

�Innocent you say? Maybe you do not know that, but this boy is all along my possession since my meeting with him three years ago before his death. Pardon me for saying this, but there is no way that I can ignore the presence of my beautiful puppet.�

�Furthermore, you know yourself. You know what you have done many years ago when you were alive, Tsuzuki-san. I have all my records from my grandfather�s medical books.� Muraki grinned unkindly: �Like the mass massacre of your hometown in 1920.�

Tsuzuki�s eyes were bewildered.

�If you think you can ignore the fact of your identity and continue living like nothing as happen before, then you are wrong.� Muraki looked at the watch on his wrist: �I need to make a move, see you next time.�

�You are just like me, Tsuzuki-san,� Muraki paused: �your soul desires other lives and blood just like I do, don�t forget that.�

Tsuzuki remained still as even as the sound of the doctor faltered into the darkness of the corridor. Staggering, Tsuzuki made his way into his bedroom.

�You can�t get away with all the killings�� Tsuzuki looked into the mirror to see his reflection staring back at him with dark grin: �the blood on your hands will never be cleansed away..�

Tsuzuki screamed and smashed the mirror with his hands. Shattered glass flew all over the washbasin. Blood spattered on the floor.

Tsuzuki looked into his hands, blood oozed out from his wounds.

�Tsuzuki.� Hisoka�s voice called from behind.

Tsuzuki felt gentle arms hugged him from behind.

�Hisoka�� Tsuzuki whispered.

�I�ll bandage your cuts.� Hisoka said in small voice and shifted his arms away.

�No, wait, Hisoka,� Tsuzuki cried and grabbed Hisoka, pulling the boy into his arms: �Don�t leave me!�

Hisoka�s eyes widened as he felt the older man planted his lips on his own.

�I� I want you, Hisoka�� Tsuzuki panted on Hisoka�s lips and pushed the boy onto his bed, following that, he pinned the boy�s arms above his head, climbed on top of him.

Hisoka�s face reddened, feeling his clothes slowly unbuttoned by his partner and his pants pulled. Tsuzuki pulled off his own shirt and reached down to rampage Hisoka�s succulence lips again. His tongue dug through the boy�s lips, entangling itself with Hisoka�s tongue, rubbing it with uncontrollable lustiness.

Looking into the man�s violet eyes, Hisoka saw something else.

Falling corpses as a distressed looking younger Tsuzuki roared, ripping parts from the attacking people around him�

Hisoka gasped slightly, unsure if it was due to Tsuzuki�s sudden memory into his mind or whether it was due to the man�s mouth over his own rosy nipples.

�I�m sorry, Nii-chan! I didn�t want this to happen!� A younger Tsuzuki screamed in agony at the fallen and tortured figure of his elder sister-Ruka: �PLEASE DON�T LEAVE ME!!!!!!�

�I need you�� Tsuzuki whimpered with choked voice and his lips reached between Hisoka�s thighs: �I don�t want to be alone anymore!�

Hisoka gently caressed the man�s hair and moaned at the increased warmth between his legs. He felt himself turned with his face on the pillow and hands dug into his waist. Suddenly, Hisoka felt pain penetrating into his entrance as Tsuzuki thrust into him, pumping faster and faster until he released his semen into the teenager.

What have I done wrong? Why am I so different from other people? Why must other people kill my only sibling who so determined to protect me? Why must so many people die because of me?

Hisoka could feel increasing pain and frustration from Tsuzuki due to his badly treated past life at each hard shove.

It�s alright, Tsuzuki, I�m with you�. Thought Hisoka.

Morning came. Sunlight came streaming in like bright spring water.

Hisoka lay on the bed, deep in Tsuzuki�s embrace. He blushed as he felt his bare skin brushing along his partner�s. He had never feel so warm and safe after what he had done last night before.

But then, Hisoka saddened. He could feel Tsuzuki�s emotion strongly when they were having sex.

Blood.. corpses.. Tsuzuki�s past hatred of himself for not able to control he himself and fear as bodies fell around him

These, Hisoka could see that vividly with his empathy ability.

�You awake, Hisoka?� Tsuzuki yawned: �Ohayo.�

�Ohayo, Tsuzuki.� Hisoka said and added with a grumble: �You were rough on me, you know?�

�Go..Gomen!� Tsuzuki stammered in fright, fearing Hisoka would jump up and run off.

�Don�t worry, I�m not angry.� Hisoka sighed.

There was a scream at the door.

�Bon� Tsuzuki� what� You both did it??!!� Watari shuttered in surprise.

�Oh damnit!� Hisoka covered his face in embarrassment, pushing Tsuzuki away, wrapped a cloth round his waist and hastily made his way to the bathroom.

Tsuzuki grinned sheepishly at Watari.

�I suggest you both get married.� Watari put up a finger happily: �I can get Bon to try my sex changing potion!�

A cake of soap flew out of the door, straight into Watari�s face.

�Don�t you dare!� screeched Hisoka, poking his head out of the bathroom door.

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�That Watari,� fumed Tatsumi as he walked along the street: �He is supposed to come back from the hostel and help me with the investigation!� Tatsumi started planning how he was going to �grill� the scientist Shinigami when he returned back to the hostel.

Suddenly, he paused. There was something evil in the air. Tatsumi ran ahead, following the trace.

In a deserted part of an alley coiled a woman deep in pain. To Tatsumi�s shock, there were evil spirits hovering over her, refusing to suspense.

�Don�t panick, Miss, I�ll help you!� Tatsumi called and summoned his shadows and attacked the spirits.

With snares of anger, the spirits vanished.

�Are you alright, Miss? What has happened?� Tatsumi helped the lady up. Despite her age, the lady had the complexion of a teenage girl.

�It� it has been like this for a long time.. Arigato for saving me, Mister�� The lady whispered weakly.

�Let me send you home. How do I address you, Miss?� Tatsumi enquired.

�Ukyou. You can call me Ukyou.� Ukyou replied.

TBC
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Last updated: 24-25 April 2006
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