Illuminating the Darkness

BY : LucyMay
Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General
Dragon prints: 2644
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.

“No,” Tsuzuki moaned softly, as Hisoka put a hand on his arm with concern. “It can't be. Those were destroyed -- the fire in Kyoto --”

“What is it, Tsuzuki?” Hisoka asked. Tsuzuki stood, shaking loose from Hisoka, and placing his palms flat on the table, looking at Hy.

“Hy, there is no way Muraki just casually laid those aside by forgetting them. He left them there for me to find, to bait me somehow. I don't know how close by he is going to be, but I can assure you, he is going to be watching you every step of the way,” Tsuzuki said.

“So what you're saying is that this is going to be dangerous. I kinda knew that already, Tsuzuki,” Hy said, looking at Tsuzuki as though he had lost his mind. Hisoka sensed that Tsuzuki's words had made Hy tense, despite his dismissive reply, and wondered what was bothering the usually carefree young man.

“I just don't like the idea of sending you kids after Muraki when he's expecting me. If something happened to you --” Tsuzuki began.

“You don't need to worry, Tsuzuki. We're not going to screw this up, and we're not kids, okay?” Hy said quietly, with a look of concern. “If anything were to happen it would because we screwed up. It wouldn't be your fault.”

Tsuzuki sat down again, and an uneasy silence settled over them for a moment. Hisoka watched as Michael leaned over to his partner and whispered into his ear. A look of dismay crossed Hy's face.

“We really shouldn't ask something like that,” he heard Hy murmur, then sigh, turning to Tsuzuki with reluctance.

“Tsuzuki, can you tell us what's in those files that has you so worried?” Hy asked. Tsuzuki went rigid, a sad, thoughtful look crossing his face.

“I don't know,” Tsuzuki said. “And I'm not sure that I want to.”

Michael leaned to Hy's ear once more, and this time Hy's expression softened considerably. He turned to his partner, with a hesitant, hopeful expression.

“So that's why you wanted to know,” Hy said with a small smile. “Are you sure?” Michael nodded. Hy's smile brightened, and he gave the other boy a hurried peck on the cheek before turning to the others. Michael looked mortified.

“Okay, guys, here's the deal,” Hy said, his expression growing more serious. “I haven't told you everything. I wanted to, but since there's a possibility we could get in trouble, I didn't want to drag Michael into anything with me. But he wants me to tell you, too. Tatsumi told us not to look at those files under any circumstances, and to destroy them the minute they're found. And we both go the impression that he wasn't happy at all about having to order us to do it.”


Hisoka's mind raced with unasked questions when they returned to their apartment. He would look to his lover, his mouth opened to form the words, before shaking his head and fighting it once more. It did little to help that Tsuzuki seemed to be in a state of distracted thought himself, pacing their living room, occasionally attempting to watch the television before wandering away away from it again. It was driving Hisoka insane.

“Maybe we should take a walk,” Hisoka suggested. “It can't be good for us, being cooped up here.”

Tsuzuki looked at him, almost without recognition, before giving a grunt of disinterest and resuming his erratic pacing.

“Tsuzuki,” Hisoka said cautiously, when he couldn't take it anymore. “What did you mean when you said that you didn't know or even want to know --”

“I don't want to talk about it,” Tsuzuki snapped, making Hisoka jump.

“Fine,” Hisoka said, giving him a wounded expression, and standing. “I'm going to go read in our room.”

Hisoka had only settled on the bed long enough to distractedly reread the same page twice, when Tsuzuki came in and sat beside him, glancing at Cousa forlornly as she reluctantly jumped off the bed to make room for him.

“I'm sorry, Hisoka,” Tsuzuki said, hanging his head, his dark brown fringe falling across his eyes. “I don't know how you put up with me.”

“It's okay,” Hisoka whispered, laying the book aside and crawling towards the troubled man, wrapping his arms around him and cradling his head to his chest. His heart felt a heavy blow as he felt Tsuzuki shake with the first choked sob, fighting back the prickling tears in his own eyes as he shushed him soothingly, rubbing his hands over his back in slow circles.

“I love you,” Hisoka murmured simply, not knowing what else to say. Tsuzuki nuzzled his face further into his chest, squeezing him tightly before looking at him with moist, reddened eyes and kissing him gently.

“Thank you,” Tsuzuki whispered, caressing his face. Hisoka kissed his fingers, a tiny pout pulling at his lips.

“You wiped your face on my shirt, didn't you?” Hisoka asked.

“Maybe just a little,” Tsuzuki admitted with a smile.


Hisoka stirred from his nap, gladdened somewhat that they had at least found a moment of peace and distraction in one another's arms. He rolled onto his side and watched Tsuzuki sleep, carefully running his fingers along the side of his handsome and seemingly content face, wishing that the calm of that moment would bless him so in waking hours.

He was nearly lulled back into unconsciousness by listening to Tsuzuki's slow, even breathing, when he saw the shadows shift from the corner of his eye, and distinctly heard a tiny, childish laugh. He sat up quickly, and threw off the covers, waking Tsuzuki, as he frantically searched the darkened corner of the room with his gaze.

“Who are you? What do you want?” Hisoka demanded of the insubstantial presence he sensed but could no longer see. Tsuzuki turned on the bedside lamp, and glanced to the corner Hisoka had addressed.

There was nothing there, save for a single red rosebud, clipped short from its stem.

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