Don't Speak

The Painting Of Tsuzuki

Now this painting of Tsuzuki hangs over our bed. I did seal it with his blood and it looks almost like him. It is almost a reflection of him, only his body, not his soul. Though I could trap his soul in there too. I don’t want a soulless body though, that’s no fun. I want someone who will be able to feel everything I do to them right down to the soul. I lay next to him on our bed; he was curls up to my side and he sighs in content.

I kiss his forehead and was about to wake him when I heard a strange musical sound. It seemed it was coming from outside of my heaven. I sat up, waking Tsuzuki as I did. He hears the music too. His eyes seem to grow with a new hope. I knew it was Hisoka. He found my hiding place. I knew he would. This is why I must kill my beloved now.

Hisoka broke through the walls, they crumble away. Tsuzuki hid his face he didn’t seem sure of what was going on. Hisoka stood there playing his flute that was glowing a strange blue glow.

“Hisoka!” I cry. Tsuzuki went to look but I kept his face to my chest. “N, you cannot look.” I pick him up and spread my white wings and break through the ceiling.

How I held him he was still able to look. “Hisoka!!” he reaches for him as we fly. I had another hiding spot for this very day.

What I didn’t know was Hisoka had gained wings. He pursued me, “I command thee demon to halt!” His voice was so commanding that it did make me stop for a moment. It seemed that I couldn’t control my body and I turned around with Tsuzuki’s body cradled in my arms.

“I pray to the twelve Gods who protect me, show yourselves before me! I pray to Suzaku, come save your angel!”

This wasn’t good. The mighty fire bird appeared and breathed it’s massive flames at me. I dodge but in my swiftness Tsuzuki wiggles free and flies toward Hisoka. If he gets to Hisoka my plans are ruined! I try to fly after him but that blasted Fire God got in my way. I black out and remember no more. All I know is I feel, like I was free falling.
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Tsuzuki flies into the arms of Hisoka, “OH Tsuzuki,” he cried, tears wetting Tsuzuki’s bare chest. “It hurts so much. All the pain I felt you go through,” he spoke through a wall of tears. “I never gave up finding you.” He looked up at Tsuzuki who did not seem pleased to be with Hisoka.

“I want to make sure he’s really dead,” he says coolly. He looks at Hisoka and kisses him deeply like a man dying of thirst and Hisoka is the water. “I’m dreaming, I know I must be. How can I be in your arms right now?” Tsuzuki whispers and brushes Hisoka’s hair from his forehead as he kisses him.

“It’s not a dream. Now come, we need to see if your body is alright,” Hisoka carries Tsuzuki home. This time he made sure that there was a hedge of protection around the house, making it impossible for Muraki to get to his love.

“We must make sure he’s dead,” Tsuzuki was very restless as he tried to lay with Hisoka again.

“He was taken down by the Fire God Tsuzuki, but I know he isn’t dead, Muraki is god-like himself.” Hisoka lays on Tsuzuki’s chest. “For this night Tsuzuki, remember me and love me,” Hisoka whispers looking up at him with those big green, captivating eyes.

“I do remember you and I have never stopped loving you.” Tsuzuki pets his soft head and kisses it.

“Please, my body and soul ache for your touch, for your love. Pleasure my body like you once did. I’ll do the same for you and wash away any bad feelings you’ve had for the past five years.” He touches Tsuzuki’s lips with his finger tips then kisses his lips.

“I will take you as you ask. We will have a night of memories of the past and for the future my sweet love.” Tsuzuki whispers, loving the feel of this body in his arms again, the one he’d been longing for. Now his body was aching for another man, the one who holds his soul.

Hisoka can feel the pain of his soul being pinned down, but he wanted to pleasure him none the less. Try and help ease the pain inside of his love he saved him physically, now he must save him spiritually.