Shades and Shadow | By : Macx Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General Views: 3504 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Hisoka had had enough. Tsuzuki had by now reached a new level of misery
and without shields the empath wasn’t even able to come within ten feet
of him any more. He was at an emotional depth that was destroying him,
that was taking him apart. Tatsumi had an air of quiet desperation
around him, shooting Hisoka little looks as if to encourage him to talk
to Tsuzuki.
Well, he tried.
He was met by even deeper misery and the first tendrils of a darkness
that was worse than depression. Tsuzuki hadn’t reached the state where
he was close to suicidal, and it didn’t feel like he would, but somehow
this was worse than Muraki. A lot worse. It was deeply personal. He was
unable to work properly any more, even though he tried, and Tatsumi had
put him on light desk work. His eating habits had changed dramatically,
going almost down to zero. Sweets were ignored and if there was something
he did chew on, it wasn’t really nourishing.
Well, Hisoka couldn’t take it any more. This either stopped now or…
or… he had no idea what he would do, but it would be painful!
“Tsuzuki!”
His angry call drew a faint flinch and a pair of dull, violet eyes
met his bright green ones. Hisoka grabbed one elbow, pulled the man up
and along with him, raising a startled protest.
“Shut up!” he snarled.
Tsuzuki stared at him, then hung his head and followed like a beaten
puppy.
No one stopped them. No one asked. Barely anyone looked openly, except
Terazuma, who had a mild frown on his normally scowling features.
Hisoka pushed his partner into an unused office and closed the door
behind them.
“Sit, Tsuzuki! We are going to talk!”
Tsuzuki lowered himself onto a chair and met the furious gaze with
a quizzical one. “Hisoka...?”
“I want to know what’s going on with you! I want to know what’s wrong!
And don’t give me any crap, okay? I’m so fed up with your attitude, the
sheer darkness around you! What the fuck happened in GensouKai?!”
Tsuzuki winced with each loud word and he was close to whimpering in
pain. Hisoka steeled himself against the air,air, the pain. He needed to
see this through.
“Hisoka…”
“What – Happened?”
A sigh.
“Touda?” Hisoka hazarded a guess.
It drew a sharp wince.
“Okay, so it was Touda. What did he do?”
“He… tried to help me,” Tsuzuki mumbled. “And it… didn’t help. It made
it worse. And he got arrested for it. They were ready to kill him…” Tears
filled the formerly so dull eyes. “They… they wanted to kill him without
asking and I couldn’t… I left him and I shouldn’t have…”
Hisoka stared at his partner, trying to decipher the teary babbling.
“Tsuzuki!”
The other shinigami stopped.
“What did Touda do?”
“He… sent me a dream.”
Hisoka blinked. “A… dream?”
“It was to help!” Tsuzuki added almost defensively. “He only wanted
to help, but I… well… dreamed of something else.”
Hisoka sighed deeply. “Okay, let’s do this one step after another.
Why did Touda think he had to help you with a dream?”
Tsuzuki’s cheeks flushed and Hisoka felt a spike of embarrassment from
his partner. Intrigued, he opened his shields a little more. Tsuzuki was…
“’cause of you,” the older shinigami mumbled.
What?
“What?”
Tsuzuki was looking everywhere but him. “It was because of you,” he
blurted. “He… he wanted to help me…”
“Because of me?” Hisoka echoed. “But… why?”
Those large eyes were close to breaking. “Because I like you, Hisoka,”
Tsuzuki whispered, swallowing. “I like you a lot, but I didn’t know what
to do. I never had… I never…” He swallowed nervously. “And then Touda kissed
me and he sent me the dream…”
Hisoka had to sit down.
Touda kissed him, echoed through his head. Because of me?!
“Touda kissed you because you like me?” he managed.
Tsuzuki looked lost. “Kinda. He asked what was wrong and… I told him…
that I like you… He, uh… he said to just tell you, but I couldn’t. I mean…”
Hisoka took in the completely dejected air around the other. Tsuzuki
looked small and alone, and he was radiating desperation.
And Tsuzuki liked him. More than just a partner. He liked him a lot
more.
“Why did Touda kiss you?” he prodded, still confused about that particular
subject.
The blush deepened and Tsuzuki stared at his hands. “I’ve never kissed
anyone before.”
Hisoka froze. What? Tsuzuki had been twenty-six when he had died… had
lived over seventy years as a shinigami… and he had never kissed anyone?
Mortification and embarrassment floated off the older shinigami and
he was twisting his hands.
“Touda offered to show me,” Tsuzuki added weakly.
Oh my god… Hisoka thought giddily. If his partner wasn’t so totally
agitated over the whole matter, he would have laughed.
“You needed someone to help you learn how to kiss?” he squeaked.
Tsuzuki closed his eyes, sinking even deeper into himself.
“Oh, Tsuzuki…” He shook his head. “You could have just asked me.”
Violet eyes shot up, looking at him in disbelief. “Hisoka…?”
He rose and moved closer. “You said you like me a lot. Why not just
ask me?”
“I was scared. You…” He bit his lower lip. “Your past isn’t exactly…
I mean…”
“You could have just asked…” Hisoka repeated.
Tsuzuki stared at him.
“What dream did Touda send?”
“Huh?”
“The dream.”
The blush was back. “He wanted to help,” Tsuzuki mumbled. “He said
it should have been about you.”
Hisoka blinked. Touda had tried to get them together?
“It didn’t really work…” Tsuzuki added. “I didn’t dream about you.
I… dreamed about him. In that way.”
And Hisoka’s brain finally connected the dots. Oh hell! Now he understood.
He understood only too well. Tsuzuki had dreamed about his shikigami, about
Touda of all shikigami, in a sexual way.
“And Rikugo found out…” his partner went on. “He Saw… and he told Sohryu,
and Sohryu had Touda arrested for influencing me, for taking advantage
of the link. Hisoka, they were ready to kill him!” Tsuzuki blurted, fear
and anger and desperation coming off him in almost sickening waves.
Hisoka raised his shields again, steadying himself against the emotional
tidal wave.
“They didn’t give him a chance… and neither did I,” was the soft addition.
“I felt so betrayed, so… hurt. I left GensouKai… I couldn’t take it any
more.”
Hisoka reached out and touched one pale cheek, dismayed at the condition
of his partner. He appeared so thin, so fragile, so absolutely… vulnerable.
Large eyes met his and he felt the tremors coursing through the body. Touda
was closer to Tsuzuki than anyone; he had access to his mind and soul.
“He didn’t mean it, Hisoka,” Tsuzuki whispered. “He didn’t mean it!”
“Of course not.”
He didn’t personally like the fire shikigami, but he knew with absolute
certainty that he would never hurt Tsuzuki in any way.
“He would never hurt you. Neither would I,” he added, voice soft and
tender. “Why didn’t you just come to me?”
He stroked his hand over the cool skin, smiled as Tsuzuki leaned into
the touch, and he closed the last distance between them.
Their lips met.
It wasn’t an explosion of light. It wasn’t the song of angels. It wasn’t
a weak-in-the-knees experience. It was a tender, loving contact. Warm,
gentle, caressing, and Hisoka let the tip of his tongue glide over the
still closed lips. Tsuzuki whimpered, lips opening, letting him in. He
slid onto his partner’s lap, arms wrapped around the narrow shoulders,
delving carefully into those depths now open for him to access. He felt
the hesitation, the need, the love, and smiled to himself.
“Now was that so hard?” Hisoka asked softly after he had separated.
Tsuzuki swallowed. His arms were around Hisoka’s waist and he was watching
him with utter fascination and disbelief.
“No,” he finally replied. “No, it wasn’t.”
Hisoka ran caressing fingers over his partner’s face. He brushed away
the wetness clinging to the edges of the eyes, something warm and tender
spreading through him.
“Do you think you need a dream to help you with the rest?”
Tsuzuki chuckled, another little blush touching his cheeks. “I hope
not. Hisoka, I… I never… I never did…br>Hbr>He placed two fingers on the pale lips. “It’s okay, Asato,” Hisoka
told him calmly. “We’ll take this as slow as you need.” He would never
have believed that he was actually the one with more experience in the
matter, even if it was the experience with Muraki.
He suppressed a shudder.
Suddenly he frowned, something Tsuzuki had said coming back.
“You said the others tried Touda for his invasion of your mind? That
he was nearly killed?”
A nod, coupled with a shadow of terror. With soft words Tsuzuki told
him what had occurred, how he had stormed into the court room, had demanded
the farce to stop, and had finally liber his his shikigami.
“He was so scared, Hisoka. So very, very scared.”
Hisoka caressed him again, calming him, trying to soothe the upset
soul. “So he’s okay?”
“I…” Tsuzuki stopped, frowning. “I don’t know…”
“But you have a link with him, Asato. You should know, right?”
He felt Tsuzuki turn inward, felt the confusion rise. “I blocked him,”
the older shinigami finally whispered, horrified.
The horror was reflected in Hisoka’s mind as well. “You left him in
GensouKai after his confession and you blocked him?” he repeated, aghast.
A nod.
“You idiot!”
Tsuzuki’s eyes widened in shock. “Hisoka…?”
“Touda’s nearly executed for something that was meant to help you and
you leave him alone! And you block the bond on top of that? How stupid
can you be, Tsuzuki?!”
“I didn’t do it on purpose… I just… I couldn’t… it hurt so much to
think of what he had done…”
“He never meant any harm!”
And since when was he defending the fire serpent?
“You said so yourself, idiot! He tried to help because it’s what he
does, he protects and serves you! So it backfired, but that doesn’t change
the intention. Touda was tried and nearly killed, you saved him and you
*left* him, you moron! You know how that feels like?” Hisoka was close
to throttling his partner. “You turned away from him, in every single way!
You even cut the bond in half.”
Tsuzuki had paled dramatically and tremors ran through the lithe form.
“No… no!”
Hisoka framed the shocked face and forced the shinigami to look at
him. “Listen to me, Asato. You have to go to GensouKai, find him, set things
straight. You have to let him know you still accept him!”
“Can’t reach him,” Tsuzuki whispered, terrified. “He’s not there… he’s
not!”
“Calm down!” Hisoka ordered. “Just calm down. We’ll go into GensouKai.
We’ll figure this out.”
He leaned down and placed another kiss onto those trembling lips. Tsuzuki
moaned a little, holding him tightly, and Hisoka had to hold on to his
shields not to lose himself in the tidal waves of emotions.
They would manage. Somehow.
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