Illuminating the Darkness

BY : LucyMay
Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General
Dragon prints: 2623
Disclaimer: I do not own Descendants of Darkness (Yami no Matsuei), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

A/N: I've had a slight setback, and have had to scrap some of the things I was going to use in my initial outline for the story. I don't know if this will effect how quickly my next update will be, so I just wanted to give you fair warning that it may take longer than usual. But I've never left a story unfinished yet, so never fear! Thank you for all your supportive and lovely reviews. They help so much!

Love,

Lucy May

Hisoka looked up in surprise, as Tsuzuki stood outside the door to the lab, smiling sadly. Hisoka shook his head and looked again, as if he had to be imagining things, and almost jumped as he felt himself being wrapped tightly in a pair of open arms.

“Tsuzuki?” Hisoka croaked weakly from where his face was pressed against the other man's chest, only to find himself clutched tighter.

“Oh, baby, I'm so sorry that I was such a meanie last night, and that I didn't make love to you and that I --” Tsuzuki cried loudly, before being shoved off with a force that nearly threw him to the ground. Hisoka was bright red, with embarrassment and fury.

“Tsuzuki! Don't say stuff like that! Don't you know where we are?” Hisoka pleaded, looking in disbelief at Tsuzuki's puppyish features and wondering what the hell had happened in so short a time.

“Sorry! Sorry! Let's never fight again, okay?” Tsuzuki whimpered, looking down at him with glistening eyes.

“We didn't fight,” Hisoka said lamely, his head swimming with confusion, as he stepped back to find himself bumping into Watari.

“You cad! What did you do to your baby? Imagine, neglecting his needs in such a way!” Watari cried, giving Hisoka a pat on the head.

“Watari, for the love of God, go back to your lab before I hurt you,” Hisoka said slowly, his eyes dark. Watari stepped quickly back to safety, shutting the door behind him without so much as a glib reply. Tsuzuki cocked his head, looking at him with awe.

“You're so scary when you want to be, Hisoka,” Tsuzuki said. Hisoka took a deep breath, studying his lover carefully as he tried to calm down.

“Tsuzuki, would you care to explain exactly why the hell you're acting as if nothing happened?” Hisoka asked. Tsuzuki's face darkened, his expression more like it had been since the following evening.

“No, Hisoka, I wouldn't. Please drop it,” Tsuzuki said soberly, before stepping past him into the lab. “Wait for me in the office. I'll see you there in a minute,” he said, before closing the door behind him.

Hisoka stomped back down the hall, not stopping until he had flung open the door to Chief Konoe's office.

“Would either of you mind explaining to me what is happening here, and how it relates to Tsuzuki acting like Jekyll and Hyde all of the sudden?” Hisoka demanded from the two startled men inside.

“Tatsumi, will you please handle this? I've had enough of this drama for one day,” Konoe said, holding the bridge of his nose with a weary sigh. Tatsumi nodded calmly, taking Hisoka by the arm carefully and leading him into the adjoining meeting room.

“Hisoka,” Tatsumi began, looking at the boy with sympathetic blue eyes. “I know this all has to be very confusing for you, and I am sorry. Watari made a little mistake last evening, and I'm afraid it triggered some reaction from Tsuzuki that it really shouldn't have. He should have known Watari would never -- that we would never allow anyone access to such volatile information so easily --” Tatsumi shook his head uncertainly. Hisoka felt a wave of guilt coming from the other man that made his stomach clench tightly.

“Tatsumi,” Hisoka said, as calmly as he could manage. “What was Tsuzuki so afraid that Watari was going to uncover by researching Chief Konoe's career as a shinigami?” Tatsumi looked at him with surprise.

“You've already narrowed it down quite succinctly, I see. That is why you make such an effective partner for him, with your shrewd perception,” Tatsumi said with a small smile.

“You're avoiding answering me,” Hisoka said quickly. “Tell me what you know.” Tasumi shook his head.

“I honestly don't know much more than what you've already figured out for yourself. Tsuzuki never told me anything, and I respect his wishes too highly to pry,” Tatsumi said, leveling the younger man with a steady gaze.

“I don't think I like what you're insinuating, Tatsumi,” Hisoka said with a glare. “I love him, and I want to help him, and unlike you, I don't just sit back and let things happen as they will.” Tatsumi flinched, recalling all too well the day he had decided that loving Tsuzuki meant letting him go, while Hisoka had dove into the flames to save him.

“If you're not going to give me any answers, than I'll just go to Konoe myself,” Hisoka said, turning on his heel. Tatsumi gripped his arm firmly, and turned him to face him.

“Hisoka, don't. You don't want it this way. These things are not Chief Konoe's to tell and you know it. There is only one person who has any right to give you answers, and you're just going to have to continue to be patient with him, as you always have,” Tatsumi said. “We have our different ways of showing how we care for Tsuzuki, and I've known for a long time that the way that you love him is what is best for him. You've done for him what none of us have ever been able to do for him, and I don't want to see you destroy that now by forcing him to reopen the very wounds you helped to heal.”

Hisoka looked at Tatsumi, absorbing what had been said for a moment with a thoughtful expression, at last allowing his shoulders to slump in defeat.

“I -- I think I understand, Tatsumi,” Hisoka whispered, looking at the carpet forlornly.

“Good,” Tatsumi said. “He is going to need your patience and acceptance like never before right now, Hisoka, and I trust you more than anyone in the world to take care of him.” Hisoka looked up at him with concern.

“Has something happened?” Hisoka asked. Tatsumi sighed, and gestured for them both to sit at the empty table.

“It's too early to be certain, but we think Muraki's trial might have heated up once more,” Tatsumi said.

“What does Muraki have to do with this?” Hisoka asked. Tatsumi shook his head.

“Far more than we can comprehend, I'm sure. As you know, Muraki knows something vital about Tsuzuki's past. He seems to understand it all too well. We've both seen how he has been able to unnerve him and cause him pain in the past,” Tatsumi said. “In fact, for the first time, I am truly reluctant to send him on this particular trail. I'm afraid of what he will find.”



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