Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Troubled Times ❯ Caution: Shinigami in a Lab ( Chapter 25 )

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On to the fanfiction...

Troubled Times.
Part twenty-five.

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Turning, the shinigami does the only thing that comes to his confused mind. . . he starts running. Tsuzuki runs to the only thing that has even partially made sense, Muraki.

With a confused look on his face, Hisoka took off after Tsuzuki. Where could the brunette possibly be going? They should be getting out of there...

Dashing into the building, Tsuzuki takes a chance that Muraki has finished his rounds by now and heads for the doctor's office. The door is thrown open and the shinigami jumps into Kazutaka's arms, silken hair billowing wildly around him as he trembles, unsure of how he should be reacting in this situation.

Hisoka followed the emotional trail till he spied an open doorway. It was the only place Tsuzuki could have gone... He ran down the hall and into the room. "Tsu.. zu.. ki?!" His voice trailed off as he spied the origin of most of his nightmares...

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The smell of homemade cookies permeates the air of Wakaba's home. Switching off the timer before it can start the alarm, the young girl takes the freshly made cookies from the oven and places them on a cooling rack. "They should be ready to eat in a little bit," she says as she brushes some speck of dirt from her apron.

Midnight eyes clashed... but they had enough restraint not to express their displeasure with their powers. Nagi was still wallowing in his guilt and trying to figure out how he could get Nan's house cleaned and fixed up.

Without warning, Wakaba smacks both telekinetics with the half used paper towel roll. "Settle down you two."

Nagi looked down, idly picking at one of the lacerations on his arm. Why did that... copy... have to be so difficult?

Prodigy scowled openly at Wakaba... but didn't say or do anything.

"Prodigy, take it down a few notches. True, you most likely have enough raw power to play origami with the Tokyo Tower. But at the moment, with the attitude that you are displaying, I am seriously wondering why Watari decided to stick up for you when the agents from Germany tried to take you and Mastermind back with them... "

A sudden flash of fear crossed the clone's face. "Are you going to... send me back?!"

Planting her hands on her hips, the shinigami shifts her weight causing the ribbons in her hair to bounce a bit. "Think a little about your position right now, and factor in your actions from last night. If our positions were reversed, how would you behave?" she asks with a sharp look.

He frowned. "I... I don't know..."

"Are there any objects that belong specifically to you?"

"They issued me a uniform."

"How would you feel if I ripped up your uniform, spread the tattered cloth around the room and didn't even offer something as simple as an apology?"

He looked around for a moment. "I wouldn't like it. They would punish me for ruining the uniform."

Three glasses are pulled down from a cabinet, "You wouldn't like it, why is that?"

He looked at her like she was crazy. "They would PUNISH me... it hurts... it hurts a lot... then the others come."

"Say hypothetically that no one would take retaliation against you for my destruction of your uniform," Wakaba says absentmindedly as she pours some milk, "would you still not like it if I ripped the uniform apart?"

"I wouldn't like it... I don't like to be naked."

"Okay, say I don't destroy your entire uniform... just the jacket, or slice the legs off of the pants..."

"But why? Why would you do that?" He looked genuinely confused.

Handing a glass of milk to both telekinetics, the girl sighs. "I'm trying to figure out an example so you can understand what you did last night."

Nagi sighed, but didn't look up from his arm. "We destroyed someone else's house... What do you think Oracle would have done if you destroyed something that belonged to him?" Prodigy blanched.

"Prodigy, now do you understand what you did?" she asks as she places the cookies between the three of them.

He nodded. "Nanjiro-san is angry... we will be punished."

Pushing a cookie at the clone, Wakaba dunks hers in the milk. "Right now what you need is a figurative safety net, a support structure. Destroying other people's property is one way to not get that help."

The boy nodded. "Next time... I'll pound that weakling outside." Nagi shook his head.

"Pound him, and that will ensure that Nanjiro, Watari and I will not help you. At the moment, we are the majority of those that are willing to help you. Nagi might not be as powerful as you at the moment, but his position is a lot stronger than yours."

Nagi sighed again. "I'll head over to Nanjiro-san's house and see if there is anything to be saved..."

Wakaba shakes her head, "Nan-kun and Tere are already over there."

"Oh... are you going to send me home then?" Nagi seemed unwilling to meet anyone's eyes.

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Trembling, Tsuzuki leans into Muraki's strong embrace, trying to find some sort of consolation and refuge from the chaotic state of his own mind. Hisoka stood in the doorway... horror and not a little bit of fear etching his fair face. He couldn't find the strength to even breath.

Violet eyes search Kazutaka's face for any sign of emotion, completely disregarding the fact that Hisoka is standing a handful of feet away from him.

The blond shinigami's voice is strangled. "Tsu..zuki... what's... going on here?"

Muraki's eyes shifted to the boy. "Very good, Tsuzuki... coming to me..."

Having been reassured that instead of being in trouble he had actually done something to gain Muraki's praise, a small sigh of relief escapes Tsuzuki's lips as he rests his head against the doctor's shoulder. "Honto desu ka?"

Hisoka was practically hyperventilating. Muraki smiled evilly. "Hai... very good. And you brought a guest too..." Hisoka shivered violently.

In a voice that chills the blonde, Tsuzuki repeats Muraki's last words, a voice empty of life, a mere shadow of what the man used to be. "A guest?"

He was way over his head... there was no way he could rescue Tsuzuki on his own. Hisoka didn't wait... he turned tail and ran. As the boy runs, he can hear Muraki tell Tsuzuki to go fetch him... but not to stray too long or far.

Feeling like a fox to the hounds... the blond flees the building, heading for the trees that surround it. If he could make it that far... he could shift back to the Meifu and get help... if he could make it... Only to find himself come face to face with the brunette...

Tsuzuki lands directly in front of Hisoka, and strikes out at the smaller shinigami, any trace of gentleness gone from his countenance.

Losing his balance on the grass... Hisoka is unable to dodge the blow. He grunts as he bounces off the ground. "Tsu?" He wheezed, the breath knocked from his body.

Towering over the now injured boy, Tsuzuki reaches down to pick him up. The instant his hands are on the empath, Hisoka begins to realize the extent of the damage that Muraki has inflicted upon his partner. "Hisoka... Kazutaka doesn't want you to leave..."

"Tsu...zu...ki... please... hurts..." The man's emotions crashed over Hisoka like a freight train. On the surface, obedience and resignation... under that... anger, frustration, pain, hopelessness... it was enough to make the blond physically ill. He had to get away.

Carrying the shinigami like a small child, Tsuzuki starts to head back to the building...

Hisoka went into full panic mode, struggling with all the strength of body and mind that he possessed. He COULDN'T let Muraki get him... not again... never again...

He never knew what hit him, and when the searing pain went through his entire being... Tsuzuki dropped his charge. Injured and still in great pain the older shinigami still gives chase when Hisoka starts running again.

His only chance was to make it to those blasted woods. Hisoka clutched his healing ribs... he couldn't believe Tsuzuki had hit him so hard. If he'd still been mortal... he could have died... if not, he'd have been incapacitated at least. The woods... make it to the woods...

Stepping past a few trees, Tsuzuki trails a bloodied hand against the trunks, noting absentmindedly that he isn't healing as fast as he should be. Maybe he should ask Kazutaka about that? "Hisoka, you can't leave so soon..."

The branch came sailing out of nowhere... striking Tsuzuki across the chest... Hisoka was still fairly weak, and the blow didn't have as much force behind it as he would have liked. The brunette did stagger back slightly, his shirt catching on the branch and tearing open.

Hissing in pain as his back impacts against the tree behind him, Tsuzuki slides down the length of the trunk. In the soft light filtering in through the canopy overhead a delicate metal collar can be seen twinkling around the brunette's neck, as well as several pale crimson scars marring the skin of Tsuzuki's torso. With a moan, Tsuzuki manages to pull himself to his feet again, his eyes beginning to glaze over from the pain he is enduring.

Hisoka gasped... his partner was scarred... like he was...

Stepping into the forest, Muraki finds his pet laying unconscious on the ground... blood splattered across the landscape, a testament to the fight. Out of nowhere a heavy limb came flying at Muraki's head... only to be dodged with an ease that defies belief.

Hisoka swore, he should have gotten out of there when he could. Damn Tsu for being so difficult... but he just couldn't leave him... and couldn't hope to carry him, not with his own ribs still healing. From the ground, Hisoka hears a sound that chills him to his bones... Tsuzuki moaning as he starts to regain consciousness.

It's a thoughtless gesture... but he glances down at the brunette... taking his eyes off the doctor...

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Across the entire block, a tortured cry can be heard as Nanjiro continues to sort through the rubble that used to be his home. "I"M GOING TO KILL THEM BOTH!!!!"

Nagi paused... he'd been on his way over to help Nan while Prodigy got some very needed lessons in shielding. The midnight eyed boy hesitated... but decided he might as well go face the music. Nervously he approached the house...

Stepping into the remains of Nanjiro's house, Nagi can see the blue haired shinigami holding the tattered remains of a scroll that contained an elaborate ink painting.

Sighing, Nanjiro tries in vain to see if there is anyway that he can salvage the last precious relic from when he was alive... the painting his mother had made for him. Nagi just stood there for a moment... carefully shielding his feelings of guilt. He cleared his throat, not really trusting himself to speak. /I felt you the instant you stepped in the door... / Nan-kun thinks at Nagi, not even bothering to look back.

"should I go?" he whispered.

"Nah, it's okay," Nan says, and then as an after thought, "it's not your fault... "

Nagi stared at the shatter remains of the house belonging to what was probably the best friend he'd had in his entire life. "no... it's mine... he didn't understand... i should have... and i'm the one who 'pushed' him first..."

"But I shouldn't have left the two of you here alone."

"we can't be trusted..."

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Mixing the last chemicals for his new formula, Watari's mind is anywhere but on the red bubbling concoction in his hands... "Mastermind, 002 is going to bite you if you keep bothering her like that."

Schuldig laughed as the bird irritably pecked at the other telepath. "He warned you... So, any news on the others?"

"Nothing much." Holding the red beaker up to the light, Watari pours in a yellow liquid causing the mixture to turn violet.

"Very pretty... what are you working on today?"

"Something that will help promote understanding between mankind and hopefully bring to light several mysteries that have plagued us all from the moment of creation... " the scientist says as the liquid goes from violet to amber, then to bright pink and starts to fizz.

Schuldig sighed. "You're trying to change genders again, aren't you?"

For a moment Watari seems exceedingly pleased with himself... then something occurs to him and his expression falls. Thinking things over for a moment, he then walks out of the lab still holding onto to the beaker and returns carrying a set of cups. "Here, drink this." Watari says with his usual genki smile as he hands one of the cups to the clone.

Mastermind frowns... he hadn't really been paying too much attention to them. "What is it?"

"Cranberry juice," the blond says without really lying about it... since he did mix his experiment in with cranberry juice.

He took the cup. "Why?"

Shrugging, Watari holds his hand out for the cup, "you don't want it? I can take it back."

"Oh... that's okay." Still unused to social niceties... Mastermind kept the cup and sipped the contents. Schu chuckled evilly from the other side of the room.

The red head's chuckles cease abruptly when he sees Watari lean against the countertop and raise the second cup to his own lips.

"Are you insane?!" He jumped forward hand extended to knock the cup from the blonde's hand. The clatter of that empty cup against the floor seems to echo hideously within Schuldig's mind as he realizes that the shinigami managed to drink the entire contents of the cup. "Oh shit."

Looking slightly annoyed, Watari kneels down to pick up the cup. "Schu, you're overreacting."

"Overreacting?!"

Getting back to his feet, Watari looks up at Schuldig, "You have no faith in my abilities as a chemist," the scientist says... his voice sounding different, rounder, gentler than normal.

The telepath blanched. "No... you don't understand... unfortunately I do!"

"Then what's the problem?"

"The fact that you are getting shorter?"

Hazel eyes flutter slightly as the shinigami's legs give away beneath him, giving Schuldig seconds to react and catch the semi-conscious blonde before he hits the floor.

"Fuck... fuck... are YOU going to keel over too?" Schu snarled at Mastermind, while simultaneously lifting the collapsed blond into his arms.

"Why the hell would I keel over?" the clone asks, unaware of what really transpired. "What the fuck happened to blondie anyway?"

"He drank his own concoction... Rule #1... NEVER drink anything he's made." The German started for the door. "I'm taking him to the med center... you better come along, just in case."

"Why the fuck didn't you warn me about that sooner?!"

"And miss the opportunity to see what I would look like in a dress?!" They were almost there... hopefully someone would be around.

"Then put on a damn dress... " the clone says as they arrive in the med center...

"It wouldn't be the same... I mean... without the right body it wouldn't fit right. Heeeelllooooo... anyone home... I've got a blond in mild distress..."

Mastermind gives a slight glare over at Schuldig, but doesn't pursue mainly because he is starting to feel somewhat disoriented. "Hey, isn't that one of the dead guys over there on the floor?" the clone asks, noticing Hisoka bleeding unconscious on the ground.

"Shit... not good... not good at all." He lay Watari on one of the beds, then went over to the other blond. "Oi... you okay?"

Weary green eyes look up into the German's. "tsu. . . tsuzu. . ki."

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A/N: How's that for a cliff hanger? ^_^

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^___________^ : Uhm... Looks like who is going to be rescued? I'd say that the rescue mission went a little FUBAR.

Gravedigger17: Actually the fact that there is a play with tenses is because this fic is being written by two different people simultaneously. Yanagi-sen has a better command of the English language than I (Kiki-chan) do. So, if there is a snafu in the grammar, then it would be kiki's fault. The problem that you noticed where there was a scene placed too early, that is actually that the chapters were reversed by accident and I still haven't gotten around to fixing that yet (that's something that would only happen on my postings to mm.org.... gomen).

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