Illuminating the Darkness

BY : LucyMay
Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General
Dragon prints: 2632
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.

“Bonjour,” Tsuzuki said awkwardly as they stood near the street cafe where they were to meet their contact from the French summons department.

The man whom Tsuzuki had approached looked at him strangely, saying something he couldn't comprehend before crossing himself and fleeing across the street.

“Um, Tsuzuki, that guy's still alive. Where's your head?” Hisoka asked. Tsuzuki rubbed the back of his neck and grinned.

“Oh, right. It's just that the only other person here is that dark headed kid over there, who's glaring at me,” Tsuzuki said the last words slowly as comprehension dawned on him. Hisoka rolled his eyes.

“Honestly, Tsuzuki,” Hisoka said, walking over to the table his partner indicated, followed by the others.

“I was said to be meeting a group of two. Might I ask why there are five of you?” a boy who didn't look much older than Hisoka asked warily in English, gazing at them with heavy lidded hazel eyes.

“Um, yeah, about that --” Tsuzuki began as he joined them.

“We decided we needed back up. Muraki is pretty dangerous, as you know,” Hy replied, his voice steady. The other boy seemed satisfied.

“My name is Finch. I have been on the Vemulakonda case since the the murder of Isha, so our paths intertwine a bit, no? I will take you to Amin's apartment so that you may see the files we have informed you of,” Finch said briskly and stood.

“You mean that we're not going to eat first?” Tsuzuki asked, with a whimper.

xxxx

“It has been difficult to resist thoroughly examining the crime scene, and even more tricky to prevent the authorities of the living from interfering,” Finch said as they approached a small two story building. “Might I have your leave to do so now?”

“Sure, knock yourself out,” Hy said with a shrug, as they followed him to a narrow iron stairway leading to the second floor from the outside, bypassing the business that occupied the first floor. As the others went ahead, Tsuzuki lagged behind, staring into the large window of the dance studio that was at street level, watching as a young couple waltzed gracefully across the floor.

“What is it, Tsuzuki?” Hisoka said, walking back to him. Tsuzuki shook his head with a sad smile. Hisoka slowly took Tsuzuki's hand with his smaller one, squeezing it gently.

“What was her name, your sister?” Hisoka asked.

“Luka,” Tsuzuki said softly. “She suffered so much because of me, and yet she was the only one who didn't die hating me. She loved me.” Hisoka felt a fleeting memory, a moment of comfort, a supportive smile from a loving face.

“It -- it must have meant a great deal to you, having someone like that in your life when you were growing up,” Hisoka said. Tsuzuki looked at the downcast face of his partner, a tiny rim of tears forming beneath the thick black fringe of his eyelashes.

“You never had anyone like that in yours, did you, baby?” Tsuzuki asked tenderly, drawing the boy into his arms. Hisoka shook his head.

“It doesn't matter now,” Hisoka whispered, resting his head against Tsuzuki's chest. “I have you.”

Tsuzuki was about to respond, when an alarmed Hy hobbled quickly out onto the landing above, waving frantically.

“Tsuzuki! Hisoka! The files -- they're gone!”

xxxx

“I walked in here where Finch told me the files were, and saw these two weird looking kids, and then poof! The files and the kids just up and disappeared into thin air,” Hy said with exasperation as they stood in the bedroom of the spacious apartment.

“Weird looking kids?” Watari asked, studying the empty space Hy indicated. Hisoka looked at Tsuzuki, who seemed to have no unusual reaction to the information.

“Yeah, they were dressed all old fashioned, Indian looking get ups, I guess. They were just little kids. One of them stuck their tongue out at me!” Hy said indignantly.

“Curious,” Finch said, stroking his chin. “And they just disappeared?”

“That's what I said,” Hy replied with a shrug. “They were here one second, and then they weren't. And they had the box of files with them.”

“Well, they obviously weren't human, so what in hell were they?” Hisoka asked. Finch looked thoughtful for a moment.

“What in hell, indeed,” Finch said vaguely. “I suppose all we can do now is look around then, no? I advise caution. There may be traps.”

The six men spilt in various directions, looking over the large apartment, which contained a surprising amount of rooms.

“Just that one guy lived here?” Hy asked, as he looked underneath a leather sofa near where the body had been found. “He must have been pretty loaded to have a place this big in Paris.”

“This is where the followers used to gather. Their organization was funded by many criminal activities,” Finch said absently, as he rifled through the books on a nearby shelf. “The dance studio downstairs was once a restaurant that served as a front for a drug ring, but I do believe that the new owners are legitimate. All of those who I have been investigating seem to have died or fled the country now. Amrit was the last of them, and his activities have been most low-key of late.”

Hisoka stood behind Tsuzuki, who was, unsurprisingly, going through the kitchen cabinets, snacking on a box of cookies he'd found as he searched.

“You shouldn't eat things you just find like that, baka,” Hisoka said.

“I doubt the guy would have poisoned his own cookies,” Tsuzuki said with a shrug, wiping crumbs away from his mouth. “They are kind of stale though.”

“Tsuzuki,” Hisoka said hesitantly. “What Hy said, about those kids who disappeared like that, do you think it has any connection with whatever I've been seeing in our bedroom? I heard a child's laugh --”

“No, baby. I don't know much about either of them, but they're not connected,” Tsuzuki said with a certainty that made Hisoka want to question him further, but he refrained, instead joining in the search with the others.

They continued to look in silence, when Finch called out for them to come. Following his voice, they entered what looked to be a dusty, unused room, cluttered with strange artifacts that looked as if they had been pillaged from a temple. Finch stood before a frightening black statue of a woman with many arms, her long tongue protruding from a mouth stained with painted blood.

“See this seam here in the wall behind her?” Finch asked. “I believe if we push her just so we will free a latch and reveal a door.”

“You're right,” Watari said with admiration. “It's a simple design, but clever.”

“Too simple,” Finch added, pointing upward. Through the cobwebs and deep shadows, they could make out the tiniest glimmer of steel from a large, guillotine-like blade hung high above the hidden doorway.

“Well, that's not very welcoming,” Watari muttered, his brow furrowed as he studied the contraption.

“You are a mechanical engineer, are you not? Can you disarm the trap?” Finch asked. Watari cracked his knuckles and grinned.

“Yes, I do think I can manage something,” Watari said, reaching into his lab coat and fishing out a small, leather pouch. “Stand aside, kids.”

“How did you know it was a trap?” Tsuzuki asked in wonder, as they watched Watari climb onto the base of the statue and pull out a set of small metal instruments that resembled lock pick tools. Finch looked at him with a grim, bitter smile.

“This sort of thing is not unusual for the Vemulakonda,” Finch said. “I have lost partners in learning that lesson all too well. None will assist me now.”

“I had wondered why you were alone,” Tsuzuki said thoughtfully. “I'm sorry.” Finch waved his hand dismissively and sighed.

“What is done is done, and the anger keeps me focused,” Finch said.

They all leapt back, startled, as a girlish shriek followed by a whoosh and a thud sounded loudly before them. Watari stood, white faced and mere inches from where the blade had just sunk into the floor, slicing the statue beneath it neatly in two.

“Well, I reckon triggering it is one way way to disarm it,” Hy said, with a low whistle.

“Are you okay, Watari?” Tsuzuki asked. Watari climbed down from the half statue base, closely observing what looked to be a single hair split neatly down the middle.

“Fine, fine. Well, then, let's see what's inside, shall we?” Watari said with a nervous laugh.

The six shinigami ventured carefully around the embedded blade, to where a narrow passage had opened behind it. Watari pulled a flashlight out of his coat and shone it into the stuffy, windowless room, revealing the walls and floors to be of rough unfinished wood.

“I don't like this place,” Hisoka said with a frown. “I sense something really evil here.”

“Heck, me, too, and I'm not even a whatchamacallit,” Hy said with a shiver.

“Empath,” Hisoka said with a small smile.

“Yeah, that,” Hy said, leaning heavily on his cane as he stayed by the entrance.

“Does -- does it hurt?” Hisoka asked softly, glancing down at Hy's injured leg. Hy shifted uncomfortably.

“It doesn't ache so much as it kinda goes numb on me. But I get around all right, I guess,” Hy said with a shrug.

“You really do. It doesn't seem to slow you down much at all,” Hisoka said encouragingly. Hy smiled.

“You think so?” Hy asked. Hisoka nodded, and walked further into the room, to find Tsuzuki smiling at him tenderly as he watched their exchange.

“Look at this,” Finch said, borrowing Watari's flashlight and shining it on the floor. “This is what I thought I might see one day, dealing with with these people.”

The circle of light revealed a large chalk circle upon the floorboards, with a broad, five pointed star drawn carefully within it. The center bore a pool of what could only be congealed blood and gore.

“What is this?” Tsuzuki asked, recoiling with disgust.

“This is what they've used to summon demons into this world,” Finch said. “It is exactly as I feared.”


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