For the Love of Evil

BY : Mimi Uesegi
Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General
Dragon prints: 2253
Disclaimer: I do not own Yami no Matsuei or make any money from it.

This story also contains situations that deal with or have:

- Homosexuality

- Sexually Explicit Language

- Profanity

- Alcohol and/or Drug use

- Sexual Situations

- Violence

This writer is not promoting the use of drugs, alcohol, underage sex, violence or moral corruption. This story is based off characters of popular anime and manga.

Viewer Discretion is advised.


“Asato?” Asato heard a voice calling his name as he struggled to wake up. “Asato, wake up.”

Asato slowly opened his eyes and then shot up to a sitting position. That’s when he saw Hisoka standing near the edge of the bed, holding onto the bedpost.

“Hisoka?” he said. He couldn’t believe it was the little bitch. Asato took another look at him and noticed that he was pregnant too, more so than him.

“We have to get you out of here, Asato. I heard Seichiro say that once he cuts your baby out of you he was going to give you to Yutaka. I may not like you but I wouldn’t wish that on my worse enemy. Yutaka will do things to you that would make you wish you were dead, Asato. Come on, I know how you can get out of here without them knowing.” Hisoka told him, Asato crawled off the bed and walked over to Hisoka.

“Why are you doing this for me, Hisoka?” Asato asked. Hisoka took a deep breath and rubbed a hand across his swollen stomach.

“Because no matter what anyone says, you deserve to be with the person you love. Come on, let’s go.” Hisoka took his hands from the bedpost and slowly waddled to the door, Asato followed him. They made their way slowly down the hall, stopping every once and awhile so Hisoka could rest.

“Hisoka, what’s wrong?” Asato said as he caught his arm around Hisoka’s waist. Hisoka was sweating profusely and that’s when Asato felt his body tense up and shudder.

“Oh my god, Hisoka, you’re in labor. We have to get you help.”

“No, Asato, don’t worry about me. We have to get you out of here before Seichiro does what he promised. I promised myself that I wouldn’t let you go through what I did with Yutaka. Did you know that Yutaka gave me to Seichiro as a gift?”

“Why would he do that, Hisoka?” Asato said as he helped Hisoka walk down the hall, neither of them saw the dark shadow that followed behind them.

“Because it pleased him to do so. Yutaka is a sick sadist fuck and the things he did to me were horrifying, I don’t want him to do that to you. I was a whore so I expected it but you’re not like that, Asato. You’re sweet and gentle… you deserve love not cruelty.”

“Hisoka, it is the nature of cruel men to be cruel but even a cruel man can love. My Kazu is just as bad as Yutaka, maybe worse… Even evil men love, Hisoka.” They were almost to the end of the hall when Seichiro stepped out in front of them. Hisoka grew extremely pale at the sight of his anger filled face.

“Seichiro!” Hisoka gasped.

“So, you mean to help the Yakuza whore escape, do you? I won’t stand for it, Hisoka.” Seichiro backhanded Hisoka so hard that he slammed into the wall and slid to the floor to land in a lifeless heap at Asato‘s feet. Blood seeped from a cut on his face and stained his blonde hair pink. Asato sank down to the floor, picked Hisoka’s head up and placed it in his lap.

“How could you do that to him, Seichiro? He’s having your baby.” Asato said in a tear filled voice.

“That thing he carries is not mine and who knows who else that whore has fucked. Since he chose to help you, his fate is now the same as yours. Take them back to the room and lock them in this time!” he yelled and men came out of the darkness of the hall.

One picked Hisoka up, the other dragged Asato to his feet and back down the hall by his arm. Luckily, the man dumped Hisoka on the bed, the other just pushed Asato into the room. They closed the door and Asato heard the lock turn. Asato sat on the side of the bed and used the coverlet to wipe the blood from Hisoka’s face; a huge lump was swelling up on the side of it. Hisoka moaned as he swam back to consciousness.

“Asato…” he said weakly.

“It’s going to be okay, Hisoka. We’ll make it out of here somehow.” Asato said as he held Hisoka’s cold little hand.

“Their… coming… Asato…” Hisoka said in a voice so quiet that Asato almost didn’t hear it.

“Who’s coming, Hisoka?” Asato watched as Hisoka tried to open his eyes.

“The… Yakuza… are… coming…”

“How do you know that?”

“I’m… Oriya… Mibu’s… informant… He… just… doesn’t… know it… yet… AAAHH!”

“What is it, Hisoka?”

“I… I… think… my… baby’s… coming… God… it hurts… so bad…” Hisoka panted and then passed out again.

“Goddess, please let them hurry.”

Then Asato heard a massive explosion and the house shook. He could hear people running down the hall, then screaming and gunfire. He could see flashes of gunfire in the darkness outside the windows. Then the room’s door burst open, Asato turned quickly and saw that Seichiro stood in the doorway with a gun pointed at him. Asato stood up from the bed and backed away slowly, scared that Seichiro was going to shoot him before Muraki could get there.

“Please don’t kill me, Seichiro. I beg you, please don’t kill me.”

“SHUT UP, YAKUZA WHORE! I’m sick unto death of hearing you plead and beg for me to spare your worthless life. I should have killed you and your demon spawn earlier when I had my hand wrapped around your scrawny little neck.”

Asato watched as he pulled the hammer back on the gun. He closed his eyes as he prayed then he heard the gun fire but didn’t feel anything. He opened his eyes and saw Seichiro staring blankly ahead. The gun fell from Seichiro’s hand as he toppled to the floor and there stood his Kazu with an evil smirk on his face, Asato could see the bloodlust in his eyes. He also noticed that Kazu had bloodstains all over his white suit as he walked towards him.

“Oh, Kazu.” Asato said as he broke down into tears, Muraki wrapped his arms around him. Muraki remembered walking into the room and his heart dropping to his feet when he saw Seichiro pointing a gun at Asato.

“Muraki, we have everything under control throughout the house.” Oriya said as he came into the room. Oriya spotted the little blonde bombshell he saw that day outside the Takada Café almost two months ago lying on the bed in the room.

“Tell the boys good work, Oriya. Let’s go home, Asato.”

“Wait, we are not leaving Hisoka here. He tried to save me and Seichiro tried to kill him for it, Kazu. If he don’t go then I don’t go. By the way, Oriya, he’s the informant you have been getting all your Syndicate information from.” Muraki stared at the little blonde, who lay on the bed moaning in pain. He rolled his eyes because he knew Asato wasn’t joking about not leaving the little blonde behind.

“What’s wrong with him, Asato?” Oriya asked as he walked over to the bed. He sat down next to him and checked the swelling lump on the side of his head, the little blonde moaned when he touched it.

“He’s in labor and has a huge lump on the side of his head from when Seichiro slammed him into a wall.”

“I’ll take him to the hospital in Tokyo, Muraki. Don’t expect me back for at least a week.” Oriya said as he reached over and gathered Hisoka in his arms. He’s so light for someone about to have a baby.

Asato and Muraki walked behind Oriya as he led them out of the house. Oriya got into one car and they got into another. Once their car door was shut, Asato collapsed into Muraki’s arms. Muraki vowed to never let Asato get caught up in anything like that again even if it was the last thing he ever did.


The next day. . .

Hisoka slowly came awake and when his eyes opened, he noticed that he was in a hospital room. He moved his hand to his stomach and started cry when he noticed that he wasn’t pregnant anymore. He was crying so hard that he didn’t notice that his room’s door opened. Oriya stopped in the doorway of Hisoka’s room, he felt torn when he saw the little blonde weeping. He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge.

“Hey, why are you crying?” Oriya asked him.

“My… My baby!” Hisoka wailed. When Oriya turned, Hisoka saw the bundle of blankets in his arms through his tears.

“Is right here, Hisoka. You thought you lost him, didn’t you?” Oriya said. He brushed a finger along the sleeping baby’s downy cheek. “He was crying earlier and I’ve been walking the halls with him. I think he needs his mommy. Let me put him in his crib and I will help you sit up so you can hold him.” Oriya stood, walked over to the baby’s crib and laid him in it. He walked back to Hisoka’s bed and helped him to sit up. He walked back to the crib, lifted the baby in his arms and then carried him to Hisoka. A huge smile went across Hisoka’s face when his son was placed in his arms.

“So, you’re my Syndicate informant?” Hisoka jumped when Oriya said that and slowly looked up at him.

“How did you know that?” Hisoka said quietly. He watched as Oriya crossed his legs and placed his hands in his lap.

“Asato told us last night after he told Muraki that we weren’t to leave you because you tried to save him. Why would you help Asato? Were you not Seichiro’s lover? If Asato had come back, Seichiro would have thrown you aside for him.”

“I know that but I didn’t choose to be with Seichiro… Yutaka gave me to him as a gift.”

“That’s…” Hisoka raised a hand and looked up at Oriya with misty green eyes, one errant tear slid down his cheek.

“I know what I am and tell Asato thank you for saving me but I’ll be okay. I don’t want anyone’s charity.”

“When you leave here will you have a place to stay? Money for food or even a job? What about your son? How are you going to take care of him?”

“No, but…”

“No ifs, ands, or buts about it, you tried to save my best friend’s wife at the risk of your own life and your child‘s. If he doesn’t owe you a debt then I do. Kazutaka is my best friend and he would have been destroyed if he had lost Asato and their baby. Until you get back on your feet, you will stay in my house and work in my restaurant. Okay?” Hisoka didn’t say anything and then this huge beaming smile, that took Oriya’s breath away, came across his face.

“Okay… Thank you, Oriya.” At that moment, Oriya knew his life was never going to be the same.

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