Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Troubled Times ❯ Welcome to my parlor ( Chapter 11 )

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Warning: This is a Yaoi fic. . . that means wonderful m/m action, if this offends anyone here, then get out of my site. I didn't force you to come here. If this offends the sensibilities of any parents, then you should be looking after your kids better and not using the computer as a babysitter.

On to the fanfiction. . .

Troubled Times.

Part eleven.

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Ken nearly dies of an attack when he realizes that Schuldig's convertible has pulled up to the flower shop and just parked illegally. A familiar blonde can be seen getting out, with Schuldig complaining at him to take it easy. . .

"What are you doing here?" The brunette scowls at the telepath, who merely smirks and blows him a kiss as he drives away.

Looking around, Watari realizes that Ran is nowhere to be seen. Pointing at the still somewhat bewildered ex-soccer player, the scientist advances. "Where is Ran?"

Ken puts down his current oversized terracotta flower pot, "Ran left about half an hour ago. . . is there something wrong?"

Completely ignoring the question, the blonde fires off another, "do you know where he went?"

"He went to visit his sister. Why, is Ran in trouble?" Pulling out his celphone, Watari is about to ignore Ken again, until the assassin nearly spins him around in annoyance to face him and finally give an answer.

Pulling away from Ken, Watari finally answers. "Ran isn't in trouble. . . "

"Then what is it? Why do you need to see him so badly?"

"Because his little sister's physician has a tendency to be somewhat dangerous."

"I knew it... that guy is just creepy... and going on about Aya-chan and Ran..."

A golden brow arches, "What did he say about them?"

"Um... something about them being the last living relatives or something like that... but Ran never listens to me..."

"Last relatives of who. . . can you remember?"

"If he said I couldn't hear. He was talking on the phone, I just went down for some water. I thought it was odd so I went back up to talk to Ran..."

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Watching Aya-chan going through her daily physical therapy, Muraki smiles. Such trusting children. . . completely at his disposal. "Ran, can I get you something to drink while you are here?"

"I'm fine... thank you."

"This isn't the first time that my family has cared for yours. . . did you know that?"

"No... I know very little about my family actually."

"That is a shame. . . " Muraki comments while disappearing through a door. . . presumably to get another dose of Aya-chan's medication, since it is near that time Ran recalls.

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Arriving back in Meifu, Watari glares a little at the members of Weiss that decided to tag along with him. . . Though, he can hardly fault them since their teammate is consorting with one of the more evil humans alive at the moment. "Ken, Yohji, Omi. . . if you gentlemen try that again, I will drop you in the ocean. Are we clear on this?"

They all nod swiftly.

"Stay close to me. . . you don't want to even consider the consequences of doing otherwise."

They meekly nodded and followed, like chicks after the mother hen. The blonde walks swiftly to the office of the secretary, knowing that it would be a cold day in Hades for the man not to be there. "Tatsumi, there is a problem. . . "

"Indeed. And I would guess it has something to do with our guests?" He adjusted his glasses and looked at Weiss.

"Them? Not really. They just tagged along for the ride," the blonde comments while pulling his hair back into a makeshift ponytail. "Tsuzuki's grand niece has been placed in the care of Muraki Kazutaka. I'm willing to wager my next research budget that Muraki knew of the connection. . . "

Tatsumi scowled. "He's like a bad penny."

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Smiling, Muraki watches as Aya-chan drinks her medicine, "that's a good girl." Accepting the glass back from the beaming girl, he reaches over and pats her hair. It will be a shame when this little doll is broken again.

But that's what happens. He can only save so many dolls... and there are only so many dolls that he is willing to save.

Out of the corner of his eye, Muraki notices the brother watching his interaction with this little toy. A lovely doll with the same violet eyes as his beloved Tsuzuki. How to make that little one come willingly to him. . . it would be too much of a shame to grind that beauty into the ground too soon.

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Tatsumi adjusted his glasses with a sigh. "From what you've told me... it sounds like Muraki is very serious about getting Tsuzuki this time."

Omi holds his hand up, as though asking permission to speak in class, "Ano. . . . who exactly is this Muraki person?"

Ken growled. "He's the bastard that's messing with Aya-chan..."

Shaking his head, Watari looks at Weiss. "Officially Muraki is a very respected doctor."

Omi frowned. "And unofficially?"

Holding up a few fingers Watari starts counting off as he speaks, "illegal research, black market organ trafficking, black arts, serial murderer, rapist. . . " Sighing, he cocks his head to the side and pushes his glasses back into place. "He's not the person that you would want to meet in a dark alley, or a sunny one for that matter."

Yohji's eyes flashed dangerously. "And he's messing with Aya-chan... and Ran?"

"I'd be more worried about what Muraki can do to the Fujimiya siblings, than what Ran can do to him."

Yohji shrugged. "Ran is never exactly logical where Aya-chan is involved."

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Unknown to the occupants of Tatsumi's office, a dark haired man was passing by the door, his arms laden with sweets. Upon hearing the name 'Muraki' he stops and begins eavesdropping on the conversation just enough to know that his grandnephew and niece are in trouble. Putting the sweets and pastries on a random desk, Tsuzuki shimmers out of sight.

Arriving at the church where he first remembers meeting the silver haired doctor, Tsuzuki picks up his celphone and searches the memory for the number used when the scientist had contacted him that time he had taken Hisoka. Putting the phone to his ear, he listens to the ring tone. . . once. . . twice. . .

"Yes?"

"Muraki?"

"Ah... so nice to hear from you again. And to what do I owe this honor, Tsuzuki-chan?"

Amethyst eyes narrow at the 'chan'. . . "You know exactly why I'm calling you, you sick bastard . . . "

"Please be civil, Tsuzuki-SAN... and I have no idea why you would be calling at this time... Has that partner of yours disappeared again?"

"What are you doing to my niece?"

"Oh... THAT'S why you are calling... I'm treating her for her comatose state..."

Silence over the phone as Tsuzuki recovers momentarily from the shock. "Just treating her?" he asks in a voice that reminds Muraki of a small child trying desperately to believe in something. . .

"She is currently awake... she will stay that way if she takes the medicine only I can provide..."

"She's awake?"

"For now..."

Stepping out into the church yard, Tsuzuki leans against the railing, "What do you mean. . . 'for now'?"

"I mean that should she cease to take that medication... for whatever reason, I won't be responsible for the consequences..."

"What consequences would occur?"

"Unpleasant ones... much as I would like to stay and chat... I have patients to attend to. Have a nice day... Tsuzuki-san..." *click*

Hoping against hope, and dreading what would occur if he's correct, Tsuzuki teleports himself to the location of the institute where he tried to kill himself for eight long years. . . . Stepping out from behind a tree, he looks up at the newly painted building and shudders slightly.

A child runs out onto the front veranda, in her arms is a beautiful porcelain doll. Running out into the sunshine she stops to look at him. Kneeling down, he smiles at the girl. "Hi. . . do you know if I can find Muraki here?"

"Sensei is with Aya-chan. . . she's a lot of fun."

Tsuzuki does his best to conceal the dread that the simple statement creates in the pit of his stomach.

Brushing the doll's hair, the little girl starts fidgeting with the delicate vestments of her toy. "Sensei said you should wait in your old room. . . . "

"Ah... what about you?"

"Sensei fixed my heart. . . he said that I was a pretty little doll that needed mending."

Tsuzuki shuddered. "Ah... and do you feel better now?"

"Yes. A lot better, thank you. . . . why do you have a room here? Did Sensei fix your heart too?"

"No... someone else took care of me... a long time ago..."

"Oh. Okay." The little girl smiles up at the shinigami. "You should go to your room so Sensei doesn't get mad at you."

"I will... you be careful, ne?" He wished he could just steal this little girl away right now... but who knew what would happen.

Opening the door to his room is almost like stepping into the past. . . the bastard doctor recreated the entire thing perfectly, down to the manacles on the bed. Only one difference can be seen, a red rose in full bloom lying on the vacant bed contrasting against the stark white sheets. Around him, the room wavers and starts spinning, unable to stop himself, the shinigami falls into that pristine clean yet sterile sheet, knocking the flower to the floor.

Muraki watches from the door. "Come into my parlor..."

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Looking through the files that Watari finally provided, Ken begins to feel a queasiness in his stomach. On his shoulder 003 sits preening herself, completely oblivious to the reactions of her human perch. Taking a better look at one of the cases the small blonde snatches the folder from his teammate. . . "he did this too?"

"What? What did you find?"

"A list of injuries that the victims of Muraki acquired. . . the man is like a killing chameleon."

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Ran finds it nearly physically painful to watch as his little sister goes through her daily therapy. Fortunately progress is relatively visible, seeing that the girl has progressed from her wheelchair to a set of crutches and can now maneuver herself around the grounds with relative ease.

It was simply amazing. He had hardly dare even hope anymore. And now she talked... she laughed... and she was relearning to walk.

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Amethyst eyes blink, once, twice. . . as the shinigami regains his sense of self. Trying to sit up, he finds that he is restrained. . . outside the world flitters by, unknowing that he is trapped there. A noise to the side draws his attention, turning his head to see what it was reveals the doctor standing in the doorway, no doubt admiring his prize. "Muraki. . . . "

"So nice to see you again... here..."

Straining slightly against his bonds, Tsuzuki glares at the man. . . .

"Now now... none of that... we wouldn't want you to... injure yourself."

"Release me. . ."

"No." He smiled pleasantly. "Anything else?"

Tsuzuki tugs again at the restraints before settling down slightly with a slight pout across his features. "My niece and nephew. . . they are not harmed?"

"Define harmed..."

Jeweled eyes open wider, "What did you do to them?"

"Nothing... much. I'm treating the girl after all."

"Your treatments usually end badly. . . . "

"She's awake."

"Aya-chan is awake?"

Muraki shut the door and walked over to the bed. He gently brushed a stray lock of hair from the shinigami's face. "For now... whether she stays that way or not..." He shrugged.

Jerking his head to the side, Tsuzuki looks up at Muraki from the corner of his eyes. . . trying not to let on how scared he really is at this moment. "You're not going to hurt her," the statement comes out flat. . . as if the dark haired shinigami were trying to convince himself of the fact.

"Not if you... behave..."

The restraints clink quietly against the sides of the bed. Looking away from the pale doctor, the violet eyed man tries to hide the tremor in his voice somewhat unsuccessfully, "if i. . . behave?"

"Yes..." His breath was warm on Tsuzuki's skin, he kissed the shinigami's cheek lightly. "Yes... I can assure her continued, awareness if you... are agreeable..."

Flinching slightly, Tsuzuki does his best to remain still. . . not knowing what actions Muraki would define as 'non-agreeable'. "You won't hurt them," the tremor in the shinigami's voice is slightly more audible as the situation begins sinking in further that there is nothing he can do to protect himself.

"I won't hurt them..." He gently turned Tsuzuki's face so he could kiss him fully.

The shorter man whimpers as Muraki's tongue slides into his mouth, claiming every millimeter of his orifice as his. . . mimicking what the doctor intends to do later. Finally separating for a breath, hesitant amethyst eyes look up into ice blue, "promise?"

"Promise..." Hands delve into the folds of Tsuzuki's clothing, searching for his skin...

Reaching up, Tsuzuki takes a hold of the bars on the bed. . . just to have something concrete to hold onto during this insanity he is being forced to endure. Staring ahead at the ceiling the shinigami inhales quickly when the doctor's hands find their way to his warm skin.

Muraki slid the thin cotton of the standard issue pajamas up, exposing the man's pale chest. He traced the curves of Tsuzuki's muscles, then followed his fingers with his tongue...

Trembling, Tsuzuki tries not to react to what the doctor's skilled fingers and mouth are doing on his chest. . . if Muraki wants to use his body, there is little that he can do about it now. . . but he doesn't have to enjoy it.

The doctor latched onto one pert nipple and sucked lightly. One hand reaching down to lightly fondle Tsuzuki's member. Rocking up slightly, the shinigami tries in vain not to moan. . . .

Deftly, the man slides his hand inside the pajamas, to wrap his fingers around the warm and hardening shaft. He started to kiss his way down Tsuzuki's stomach...

Breathing irregular, he tries to regain some of the control that he had just mere moments ago. Tracing a crack in the ceiling with his eyes, Tsuzuki doesn't notice the tears starting to accumulate in the corners of his eyes.

Muraki swiftly pushes down the man's pants. He starts to take Tsuzuki's member into his mouth, sucking lightly... the fingers of one hand pinching the shinigami's nipples. Amethyst eyes threaten to flutter shut as his member is surrounded by that moist warm. . . . Just as Muraki was really working the shinigami up... there was a knock at the door. "Sensei... I know you said you didn't want to be disturbed but there is a problem with one of the patients..."

Tsuzuki is nearly in shock when Muraki straightens up, leaving his organ painfully hard swaying in the air. "Muraki?"

"Sorry... but I must tend to my patient." He smiled evilly, and patted the shinigami on the shoulder. Then he crossed to the door, leaving Tsuzuki with his clothes half off and quite painfully aroused.

"You can't leave me like this. . . " the shinigami pleads. . . . still trying to get his breathing under control.

Muraki smiled pleasantly from the door. "I'll be back later, Tsuzuki...-chan..."

"Please. . . "

The door shut firmly on his pleads. From the other side of the door Muraki can hear Tsuzuki fighting in frustration against his restraints. Smiling, the doctor heads down to see his patient.

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Wandering into Watari's lab, Hisoka looks around offhandedly noticing Omi, Ken and Yohji.

"What can I do for you, Bon?"

Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, Hisoka looks at the eternally genki scientist. "Have you seen Tsuzuki?"

"No... but I just got back a little while ago. What's up?"

Shrugging slightly, the empathic shinigami looks nonchalantly at some brightly colored beakers bubbling on a counter. "Nothing. He's probably stuffing his face with sweets somewhere. . . "

"Probably.... I'll let him know you are looking for him if he wanders by here."

Nodding, Hisoka heads back out after a quietly thanking Watari.

The scientist frowned. He really hoped Tsuzuki hadn't gotten himself in trouble again...

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A couple of hours later, Muraki finally finishes with his patients and is able to steal enough time to go back to his new toy. . . Opening the door, the doctor can't help but smile at the picture that the shinigami makes, lightly sleeping, his breath coming softly, long dark lashes contrasting against the perfect skin. Nothing merely human could be as exquisite as this creature.

Shutting the door silently... he sheds his clothes on the way across the room... this time he did not intend to let anything get in the way of what he wanted.

Looking down at Tsuzuki, it somewhat amazes the doctor that something that deals with death on a daily basis. . . something that has caused the death of so many. . . . can yet retain such a convincing aura of innocence.

He removed one last thing before tossing his lab coat to the side. A slender tube, which he set next to the half naked man on the bed. A slight whine escapes Tsuzuki's lips as the shinigami tries in his sleep to find a more comfortable position but is impeded by his restraints.

The sight of that body... twisting in his bonds... was enough to quicken Muraki's blood, and stir something else as well. He climbed up on the bed and parted the man's legs, kneeling beneath them. He started to touch Tsuzuki's body in lingering strokes. Moaning, the violet-eyed shinigami begins to wake as his member begins to harden. Smiling... the doctor leans over and resumes what he started hours earlier. Gasping as Muraki begins suckling the head of his now hard organ, Tsuzuki's back begins to arch. . . "Aah..."