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Adult +
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14
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9,391
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43
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chapter 7
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of Yoko Matsushita’s characters. Sad, I know.
A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to get this chapter out. I wanted to finish this chappie before I left for Kyoto, but tooth aches and a sprained ankle prevented me from doing so. I hope everyone will enjoy this!
Warning: I didn’t have this chapter betaed, but I did look it over for grammar errors. However, knowing me, there may still be mistakes in here. I apologize in advance.
Chapter 7
The rest of February and March had flown by fast of Hisoka. Tsuzuki’s palace was now seeing the first signs of spring. The cherry blossoms were starting to bloom and the white and pink petals blended in nicely with the white marbled walls of the palace. The large weeping cherry tree happened to be Tsuzuki’s favorite place to have a picnic so he insisted that Tatsumi, Watari, and the harem join him for some food and drink. Saya and Yuma volunteered to pour everyone a glass of sake. They burst into giggles when they reached to Hisoka, who did his best to ignore them, but failed miserably. The girls fawned over him and complimented him on having such beautiful skin, while playing with his hair. Luckily, Tsuzuki rescued him by calling Saya and Yuma to pour some sake for Tatsumi. Hisoka gave him a brief smile, but it turned into a frown when Tsuzuki turned away from him to talk to Tatsumi. Hisoka felt a jolt to his heart. Tsuzuki had been acting this way since the time he almost kissed him. Hisoka hated that he felt hurt by Tsuzuki’s actions. Why was he surprised that Tsuzuki was now ignoring him? He was used to being treated like he didn’t exist by his parents, so what was the deal with him feeling this way? Suddenly, someone plunked down next to him and Hisoka gave a startled jump.
“Sorry about that, kid!” Watari said cheerfully.
Hisoka looked at him warily, he was well aware that the man was fond of experimenting and getting people to be his lab rats.
Watari seemed to know what the boy was thinking, laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, kid, I’m not going to change you into anything! I don’t think Tsuzuki would forgive me for altering your pretty head in any way.”
Hisoka doubted that.
“But,” Watari continued. “I do think you need help. I’ve noticed that you’ve been avoiding Tsuzuki.”
“I’m not avoiding him!” Hisoka said angrily. “He’s avoiding me.”
“Hmm,” Watari rubbed his chin. “Nevertheless, I do think that I have something that might help you understand some….things.”
Hisoka blinked. “Huh? What are you talking about?”
“Just come by my lab later. I have something to give you,” Watari gave Hisoka a wink before moving back to where Tsuzuki and Tatsumi sat.
Hisoka rolled his eyes up to the cherry blossoms and took a sip of sake.
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Trying to find your way through a large castle could prove to be a difficult thing and Hisoka certainly was having problems trying to locate Watari’s lab. Hisae had once pointed out the lab to Hisoka, but now he couldn’t remember what direction to take.
This is stupid, Hisoka thought. Maybe I should just go back. He started tracing his steps back to the main hall when he recognized a smaller hallway and realized that was where the lab was. Deciding that since he was already there, he should go see what Watari had to say.
“Ah, come in, kid,” Watari called over his shoulder. Hisoka noticed that he was in the process of pouring something into a beaker.
“What are you doing?” Hisoka asked.
“Oh, this? I’m just making some medicine for Tatsumi. He has some nasty allergies this season, but when he drinks this, they disappear like that.” Watari snapped his fingers.
Oh, uh, you asked me to meet you here?”
“Yes, yes,” Watari put the beaker into a small fridge and turned to Hisoka. “I like to talk to you for a bit, about Tsuzuki.”
Tensing up, Hisoka fixed Watari with a cold stare. “Why?”
Watari sighed at the boy’s defensiveness. “I think there are things that you don’t understand and it’s important that you do.”
“Like what?”
“First, I need to know something,” Watari said. “Did your parents ever talk to you about sex?”
“What!? N—no, of course not,” the boy stammered out.
“Hmm, well, Hisoka, you see, men get these, uh, urges to plow the field and when they see a beautiful field the urge to take it can become overwhelming—“
“What the hell are you talking about?” Hisoka said. “I thought this was about sex?”
“It is!” Watari cried out. “See, plowing the field is a metaphor for sex. Men’s desire can be overpowering. You’re what, 15, right?”
Hisoka nodded. “I’ll be 16 in October,” he said softly.
“Right and your hormones must be raging at your age. Did you ever have any dreams where you woke up wet?” Watari could be so blunt at times.
Hisoka’s cheeks darkened. There was a dream he had a couple of weeks ago that had Tsuzuki touching him in some rather intimate areas. He woke up with a sticky mess.
Seeing Hisoka’s blush, Watari had his answer and he continued on. “Tsuzuki’s desire can be, uh, powerful and I don’t think he wants to overwhelm you with it, so…,” Watari’s voice trailed off.
Hisoka shook his head. “I don’t think that’s the reason.”
“Ah, the typical answer of a virgin,” Watari sighed.
Hisoka’s head shot up. “How do you know that?”
Watari laughed. “It’s obvious that you so far remain unplucked.”
Unplucked. Plucked. The word made Hisoka shuddered. Watari looked at him with concern.
“What’s wrong, kid?”
“Muraki once said something about my rosebud being plucked,” Hisoka explained. “I guess now I know what he meant by that.”
Watari rubbed Hisoka’s hair. “That Muraki, he certainly has a way with words.” Watari walked over to his desk and opened a drawer, pulling out a book and came back to Hisoka. “I think that perhaps this book can help you more than I can,” he handed it over to Hisoka.
Glancing at the cover, Hisoka saw that it was a book on sexuality. “I can’t read this.”
“Yes you can,” Watari said firmly. “You’re living in a harem now and you need to know about this so you can understand what you’re feeling.”
Hisoka left the lab with the book in tow. It wasn’t until he reached the harem when he realized what Watari had said. So you can understand what you’re feeling.
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Guilt washed over Tsuzuki as he tried to finish reading the legal document in front of him. It was nice to see Hisoka smile at him, even if it was just for a brief moment. The wheat-haired boy rarely smiles and when he finally did, what did Tsuzuki do? He turned away like it hadn’t mattered. Even though Tsuzuki wasn’t an empath like the boy was, he could still sense the hurt radiating off him.
I didn’t want to scare him with my feelings, but I ended up hurting him anyway, Tsuzuki thought as images of the dewy-eyed youth haunted him. He sat at the desk for a few minutes longer; abruptly he got up and left the study.
Meanwhile in his room, Hisoka flipped opened the text Watari gave him and began reading the first chapter. His eyes raked over the first page rather quickly and soon he was done with the first chapter. Hisoka had to admit that Watari seemed to have picked out the right book. It wasn’t dull and boring as texts like this usually are, rather it had a certain fluidity and grace in its telling of one of human nature’s most basic instinct. The first chapter pretty much covered the beauty of sexuality and Hisoka found himself drawn in by the description. It wasn’t graphic, or poor the boy would probably be traumatized, but it did say that humans were meant to have it and enjoy it. He started into the second chapter when Wakaba knocked at his door and informed him that Tsuzuki wanted to see him. Hisoka was surprised and for a brief moment panic. What if Watari told Tsuzuki about the book? What if Tsuzuki then thought that it was time to take him to bed? Hisoka had accepted that sex was a part of life (especially when he lived in a harem) and one day he would have to give up his virginity, but that doesn’t mean that moment was now!
He walked downstairs to find Tsuzuki there, waiting for him. Tsuzuki smiled at him shyly and shuffled his feet.
“Hey, Hisoka. Wanna go for a walk?”
Hisoka gave a slight nod and followed Tsuzuki out from the harem. They walked in silence as Tsuzuki lead the boy outside. Hisoka realized that Tsuzuki was taking him to the spot where they almost kissed. He looked at the amethyst-eyed man in bewilderment. A gentle wind blew and Hisoka shivered, despite it being quite warm.
“Uh, Hisoka,” Tsuzuki began nervously. “I wanted to talk to you about that time in the snow.”
Hisoka stared at him, trying to muddle through Tsuzuki’s emotions. They were all over the place and it made it difficult for the young empath to decipher them.
“I wanted to apologize for the way I was acting since that time,” Tsuzuki said.
Hisoka continued to stare at him. Was he apologizing for ignoring him these past couple months?
“I never should have tried to kiss you. You’re still a child and it was a mistake,” Tsuzuki continued.
Child?! Mistake! Hurt and anger unexpectedly flooded through Hisoka. Did Tsuzuki really only viewed him as a child? Hisoka clutched his fists, nails dug through soft flesh. He barely heard what Tsuzuki was saying.
“I’m really sorry,” Tsuzuki finished.
“Sorry? That’s all you have to say?!” Hisoka said tightly, his lips trembling. “Well, you don’t have to worry about it. I was—I am fine. I feel nothing for you. Why should I be sad by the way you treated me?”
Oh, god, what was he saying? He didn’t mean a word of it, but it kept coming out. All he could remember was the hurt Tsuzuki unwittingly bestowed upon him. Now, though, hurt was seeping through Tsuzuki and Hisoka tried not to wince away from it.
“You felt nothing?” Tsuzuki said in disbelief. He couldn’t have been mistaken by the look on Hisoka face each time he brushed him off.
“No,” came Hisoka’s trembling voice.
Tsuzuki’s heart broke. “Fine,” he whispered. He walked away quickly; needed to get away from the object of his affections. He couldn’t believe Hisoka’s words, he won’t believe those words.
Hisoka collapsed onto the ground. All the emotions—his and Tsuzuki’s were just too much for him to bear. The hurt in those beautiful amethyst eyes devastated his soul. He just did what he swore that he would never do: he hurt Tsuzuki.
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Hisoka made his way back to the harem, only to be attacked by an onslaught of cold and fury. He nearly buckled from the emotions, but managed to open the door and found all the harem boys and girls standing around the pool. The coldness was coming from them; he could feel none of the warmth that usually generated from this crazy bunch. They all stared coolly at him for a moment and turned away, chatting to themselves. Hisoka blinked in utter confusion. Someone tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around to find Wakaba behind him.
“Wakaba, what’s—“
Tsuzuki’s upset and he won’t talk to anyone,” Wakaba informed him. “You upsetted him greatly.”
Color drained from Hisoka’s face.
“We like you, Hisoka, but we can’t forgive you for hurting Tsuzuki,” Wakaba told him with cold calmness. She turned her heel and joined the others.
Great, how did he managed to screw things up badly in so short of time?
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A/N: Sorry if that seemed rushed and lame, but it was in my notes that Tsuzuki and Hisoka had a misunderstanding/fight (Okay, so it was mostly on Hisoka’s side, but still). I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter anyway and please review!
A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to get this chapter out. I wanted to finish this chappie before I left for Kyoto, but tooth aches and a sprained ankle prevented me from doing so. I hope everyone will enjoy this!
Warning: I didn’t have this chapter betaed, but I did look it over for grammar errors. However, knowing me, there may still be mistakes in here. I apologize in advance.
Chapter 7
The rest of February and March had flown by fast of Hisoka. Tsuzuki’s palace was now seeing the first signs of spring. The cherry blossoms were starting to bloom and the white and pink petals blended in nicely with the white marbled walls of the palace. The large weeping cherry tree happened to be Tsuzuki’s favorite place to have a picnic so he insisted that Tatsumi, Watari, and the harem join him for some food and drink. Saya and Yuma volunteered to pour everyone a glass of sake. They burst into giggles when they reached to Hisoka, who did his best to ignore them, but failed miserably. The girls fawned over him and complimented him on having such beautiful skin, while playing with his hair. Luckily, Tsuzuki rescued him by calling Saya and Yuma to pour some sake for Tatsumi. Hisoka gave him a brief smile, but it turned into a frown when Tsuzuki turned away from him to talk to Tatsumi. Hisoka felt a jolt to his heart. Tsuzuki had been acting this way since the time he almost kissed him. Hisoka hated that he felt hurt by Tsuzuki’s actions. Why was he surprised that Tsuzuki was now ignoring him? He was used to being treated like he didn’t exist by his parents, so what was the deal with him feeling this way? Suddenly, someone plunked down next to him and Hisoka gave a startled jump.
“Sorry about that, kid!” Watari said cheerfully.
Hisoka looked at him warily, he was well aware that the man was fond of experimenting and getting people to be his lab rats.
Watari seemed to know what the boy was thinking, laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, kid, I’m not going to change you into anything! I don’t think Tsuzuki would forgive me for altering your pretty head in any way.”
Hisoka doubted that.
“But,” Watari continued. “I do think you need help. I’ve noticed that you’ve been avoiding Tsuzuki.”
“I’m not avoiding him!” Hisoka said angrily. “He’s avoiding me.”
“Hmm,” Watari rubbed his chin. “Nevertheless, I do think that I have something that might help you understand some….things.”
Hisoka blinked. “Huh? What are you talking about?”
“Just come by my lab later. I have something to give you,” Watari gave Hisoka a wink before moving back to where Tsuzuki and Tatsumi sat.
Hisoka rolled his eyes up to the cherry blossoms and took a sip of sake.
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Trying to find your way through a large castle could prove to be a difficult thing and Hisoka certainly was having problems trying to locate Watari’s lab. Hisae had once pointed out the lab to Hisoka, but now he couldn’t remember what direction to take.
This is stupid, Hisoka thought. Maybe I should just go back. He started tracing his steps back to the main hall when he recognized a smaller hallway and realized that was where the lab was. Deciding that since he was already there, he should go see what Watari had to say.
“Ah, come in, kid,” Watari called over his shoulder. Hisoka noticed that he was in the process of pouring something into a beaker.
“What are you doing?” Hisoka asked.
“Oh, this? I’m just making some medicine for Tatsumi. He has some nasty allergies this season, but when he drinks this, they disappear like that.” Watari snapped his fingers.
Oh, uh, you asked me to meet you here?”
“Yes, yes,” Watari put the beaker into a small fridge and turned to Hisoka. “I like to talk to you for a bit, about Tsuzuki.”
Tensing up, Hisoka fixed Watari with a cold stare. “Why?”
Watari sighed at the boy’s defensiveness. “I think there are things that you don’t understand and it’s important that you do.”
“Like what?”
“First, I need to know something,” Watari said. “Did your parents ever talk to you about sex?”
“What!? N—no, of course not,” the boy stammered out.
“Hmm, well, Hisoka, you see, men get these, uh, urges to plow the field and when they see a beautiful field the urge to take it can become overwhelming—“
“What the hell are you talking about?” Hisoka said. “I thought this was about sex?”
“It is!” Watari cried out. “See, plowing the field is a metaphor for sex. Men’s desire can be overpowering. You’re what, 15, right?”
Hisoka nodded. “I’ll be 16 in October,” he said softly.
“Right and your hormones must be raging at your age. Did you ever have any dreams where you woke up wet?” Watari could be so blunt at times.
Hisoka’s cheeks darkened. There was a dream he had a couple of weeks ago that had Tsuzuki touching him in some rather intimate areas. He woke up with a sticky mess.
Seeing Hisoka’s blush, Watari had his answer and he continued on. “Tsuzuki’s desire can be, uh, powerful and I don’t think he wants to overwhelm you with it, so…,” Watari’s voice trailed off.
Hisoka shook his head. “I don’t think that’s the reason.”
“Ah, the typical answer of a virgin,” Watari sighed.
Hisoka’s head shot up. “How do you know that?”
Watari laughed. “It’s obvious that you so far remain unplucked.”
Unplucked. Plucked. The word made Hisoka shuddered. Watari looked at him with concern.
“What’s wrong, kid?”
“Muraki once said something about my rosebud being plucked,” Hisoka explained. “I guess now I know what he meant by that.”
Watari rubbed Hisoka’s hair. “That Muraki, he certainly has a way with words.” Watari walked over to his desk and opened a drawer, pulling out a book and came back to Hisoka. “I think that perhaps this book can help you more than I can,” he handed it over to Hisoka.
Glancing at the cover, Hisoka saw that it was a book on sexuality. “I can’t read this.”
“Yes you can,” Watari said firmly. “You’re living in a harem now and you need to know about this so you can understand what you’re feeling.”
Hisoka left the lab with the book in tow. It wasn’t until he reached the harem when he realized what Watari had said. So you can understand what you’re feeling.
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Guilt washed over Tsuzuki as he tried to finish reading the legal document in front of him. It was nice to see Hisoka smile at him, even if it was just for a brief moment. The wheat-haired boy rarely smiles and when he finally did, what did Tsuzuki do? He turned away like it hadn’t mattered. Even though Tsuzuki wasn’t an empath like the boy was, he could still sense the hurt radiating off him.
I didn’t want to scare him with my feelings, but I ended up hurting him anyway, Tsuzuki thought as images of the dewy-eyed youth haunted him. He sat at the desk for a few minutes longer; abruptly he got up and left the study.
Meanwhile in his room, Hisoka flipped opened the text Watari gave him and began reading the first chapter. His eyes raked over the first page rather quickly and soon he was done with the first chapter. Hisoka had to admit that Watari seemed to have picked out the right book. It wasn’t dull and boring as texts like this usually are, rather it had a certain fluidity and grace in its telling of one of human nature’s most basic instinct. The first chapter pretty much covered the beauty of sexuality and Hisoka found himself drawn in by the description. It wasn’t graphic, or poor the boy would probably be traumatized, but it did say that humans were meant to have it and enjoy it. He started into the second chapter when Wakaba knocked at his door and informed him that Tsuzuki wanted to see him. Hisoka was surprised and for a brief moment panic. What if Watari told Tsuzuki about the book? What if Tsuzuki then thought that it was time to take him to bed? Hisoka had accepted that sex was a part of life (especially when he lived in a harem) and one day he would have to give up his virginity, but that doesn’t mean that moment was now!
He walked downstairs to find Tsuzuki there, waiting for him. Tsuzuki smiled at him shyly and shuffled his feet.
“Hey, Hisoka. Wanna go for a walk?”
Hisoka gave a slight nod and followed Tsuzuki out from the harem. They walked in silence as Tsuzuki lead the boy outside. Hisoka realized that Tsuzuki was taking him to the spot where they almost kissed. He looked at the amethyst-eyed man in bewilderment. A gentle wind blew and Hisoka shivered, despite it being quite warm.
“Uh, Hisoka,” Tsuzuki began nervously. “I wanted to talk to you about that time in the snow.”
Hisoka stared at him, trying to muddle through Tsuzuki’s emotions. They were all over the place and it made it difficult for the young empath to decipher them.
“I wanted to apologize for the way I was acting since that time,” Tsuzuki said.
Hisoka continued to stare at him. Was he apologizing for ignoring him these past couple months?
“I never should have tried to kiss you. You’re still a child and it was a mistake,” Tsuzuki continued.
Child?! Mistake! Hurt and anger unexpectedly flooded through Hisoka. Did Tsuzuki really only viewed him as a child? Hisoka clutched his fists, nails dug through soft flesh. He barely heard what Tsuzuki was saying.
“I’m really sorry,” Tsuzuki finished.
“Sorry? That’s all you have to say?!” Hisoka said tightly, his lips trembling. “Well, you don’t have to worry about it. I was—I am fine. I feel nothing for you. Why should I be sad by the way you treated me?”
Oh, god, what was he saying? He didn’t mean a word of it, but it kept coming out. All he could remember was the hurt Tsuzuki unwittingly bestowed upon him. Now, though, hurt was seeping through Tsuzuki and Hisoka tried not to wince away from it.
“You felt nothing?” Tsuzuki said in disbelief. He couldn’t have been mistaken by the look on Hisoka face each time he brushed him off.
“No,” came Hisoka’s trembling voice.
Tsuzuki’s heart broke. “Fine,” he whispered. He walked away quickly; needed to get away from the object of his affections. He couldn’t believe Hisoka’s words, he won’t believe those words.
Hisoka collapsed onto the ground. All the emotions—his and Tsuzuki’s were just too much for him to bear. The hurt in those beautiful amethyst eyes devastated his soul. He just did what he swore that he would never do: he hurt Tsuzuki.
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Hisoka made his way back to the harem, only to be attacked by an onslaught of cold and fury. He nearly buckled from the emotions, but managed to open the door and found all the harem boys and girls standing around the pool. The coldness was coming from them; he could feel none of the warmth that usually generated from this crazy bunch. They all stared coolly at him for a moment and turned away, chatting to themselves. Hisoka blinked in utter confusion. Someone tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around to find Wakaba behind him.
“Wakaba, what’s—“
Tsuzuki’s upset and he won’t talk to anyone,” Wakaba informed him. “You upsetted him greatly.”
Color drained from Hisoka’s face.
“We like you, Hisoka, but we can’t forgive you for hurting Tsuzuki,” Wakaba told him with cold calmness. She turned her heel and joined the others.
Great, how did he managed to screw things up badly in so short of time?
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A/N: Sorry if that seemed rushed and lame, but it was in my notes that Tsuzuki and Hisoka had a misunderstanding/fight (Okay, so it was mostly on Hisoka’s side, but still). I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter anyway and please review!