Alternate Universe

  Summary: Sort of AU-What if Tsuzuki and Muraki switched places but they still acted like themselves? How would that change the story line? MurxHisxTsu Love Triangle Yaoi and Shounen-ai   PS: This is based on the first three story lines of the Nagasaki, Devil’s Trill, and the Ship arc. Then after that it won’t follow the Kyoto arc or the Gensoukai or Kurosaki arc. Most of it is going to be based on the episodes instead of the books considering I don’t own any of the books! Anyways enjoy anyways.   Disclaimer: Don’t own characters and a few words that you will recognize and some of the storyline. That is all.   Chapter 1   In the afterlife, there is an institution that judges the sins of the dead. That institution is called the Ministry of Hades. Within that judgment bureau of the ministry is the summons department, whose charge is to retrieve any lost souls still wandering the mortal world. Special retrieval agents of the summons department are also known as Shinigami or Guardians of Death!   -   It was a quiet night. The skies were a deep blue with the full moon shining in all its glory over the earth. A woman in her early twenties walked along the quiet streets. Her heels clicking along the pavement shattering the silence of the air. It had been another day of work she was determined to get back home and sleep to handle the next day. She paid no heed and just continued walking.   She stopped silently as a tall shadow loomed over her, formed by the moon’s light. She looked up to see a woman with very pale skin and long white platinum hair.   She never got the chance to scream.   -   A man in white entered the office. They were all waiting for him. Despite the fact everyone thought he was creepy enough with that creepy expression on his face. He couldn’t even smile without creeping someone out. Without further ado he took his seat as Seiichiro Tatsumi, the bureau’s own secretary, began the mission briefing.   The brown haired secretary examined the other before beginning.   “There’s been another string of strange, bizarre murders. Naturally this case has been assigned to us dealing with the supernatural. The victims have puncture wounds on their necks. Though there are no suspects it seemed to have been done by a vampire,” he began then looked towards the platinum haired shinigami, “It is in your district Muraki. No personal games this time.”   The man in white, now known as Muraki, spoke.   “Ah yes, the small district with so many problems. I assure you Tatsumi-san there will be no mishaps. Is that all?” Muraki asked standing up getting ready to leave. Personally he didn’t like these meetings, considering how he seemed to know it all.   “We got you a partner,” Chief Konoe said, “We told him you’d meet him at the restaurant.”   “Kaicho, I thought we made an exception with the partner rule.”   “Word from above told me to assign you one seeing your record. In the meantime Gushoshin will go with you.”   -   Muraki walked along the streets with Gushoshin beside him explaining mission details. Lucky there wasn’t a lot of people so they wouldn’t talk about a UFC (Unidentified Flying Chicken) gaining them attention. It was unusually quiet considering that it probably wasn’t rush hour.   A scream echoed across the empty street breaking them from the talk. Muraki immediately reacted by chasing the woman that passed by after examining the dead body from the alley she came from. Either she was the victim or maybe the culprit he didn’t know. He followed as he was led to a church. The streets were deserted. It was quiet. Too quiet.   There, at the steps of the church, a man in ebony trench coat walking towards the sanctuary. Muraki’s lips curled up into a wicked smile. He knew exactly who was behind this case. He walked over to the bottom of the steps.   “My, my Tsuzuki-san, up to no good again I see?” he spoke making the man turned around to look down at him. The violet eyes stared at him with an iniquitous gleam in them.   “I see you aren’t either. What brings you to this holy sanctuary? Obviously you’re buying yourself into heaven,” the man, Tsuzuki, said.   “I’m hurt, you think I would sink to such cheap tricks? I have better things to do.”   “And what would that be?” Tsuzuki asked curious though obviously knowing the answer already.   “Catching your charge. Where is she?” Muraki asked serious.   “I’m sorry, I believe I cannot discharge such confidential information. But I know you’ll find out soon. Don’t you have a partner to get to?” Tsuzuki finished walking back into the church. Muraki sighed.   “Muraki!” the Gushoshin’s squeaky voice, scolded him, interrupted his thinking. He turned to see the UFC beside him.   “I lost her. Let’s go, we don’t want to keep the other waiting.”   ------------   Tsuzuki waited till they continued walking away from the church he was currently occupying. His eyes held amusement in them.   “You can come out now Maria,” he said as a normal looking woman came out from behind the pillar. Her hair was long red-brown color and brown eyes wearing Chinese style clothing. “Thanks for your help.” He said.   “Anytime. I am repaying you for restoring me back to life. But did I really need to kill all those people?” she spoke.   “I just wanted to stir up the ministry. I wanted to continue this cat and mouse game. I seem to have found the perfect prey.” Tsuzuki tossed her a picture. She caught it in her hands. There was a picture of a boy. He had green eyes, blond hair, and skin to die for.   “Who’s this?” she asked.   “You’ll see.”   “You like keeping secrets.”   “It’s in my nature.”   ------------   Soon enough they arrived at the restaurant. There was no one but a boy? Girl? Waiting at the front.   Element of surprise is in order?   Of course. The boy/girl looked exquisite just from behind. He wondered what he/she really looked from the front. His footsteps were light assuring that the boy/girl didn’t hear him. As he was a foot away a gun was immediately pointed at him. He held his hands up in surrender while smiling disarmingly at the boy/girl. He took a good look. It was not what he expected.   His eyes held surprise of recognition before he completely shielded it away. Well it looks like this wouldn’t be another botch of boring cases after all. Turns out it was a one hundred percent boy standing there. The blond hair and green eyes with that fair skin. Like a doll. This was definitely a surprise.   Muraki smirked before disappearing, surprising the victim. He seized the boy from behind, grabbing his wrists and taking the gun from the hand. He locked the boy’s hands in front of him with his free hand while the other held the gun. He twirled it before placing it against the boy’s neck. He whispered in the boy’s ear.   “This is a rather dangerous toy for a kid,” Muraki said.   The boy tensed under his hold. He could’ve sworn he was shaking scared. Since it was a free moment he decided to enjoy it a little more.   “A pretty boy such as yourself shouldn’t wander these streets alone especially near these alleyways. You never know what could happen.”   He began to trace his finger along the neckline of the shirt. He remembered that very night. Yes, sweet memories.   “Muraki!”   Ah the second time his fun was interrupted again. At least it wasn’t as annoying as the other brother. He sighed releasing the boy and dropping it in the kid’s hand. Usually enough there was Gushoshin standing, well flying there. The chicken had its arms crossed with a frown. You couldn’t tell unless you looked at the eyes.   “What do you think you’re doing?” Gushoshin asked.   “It was in my direction first.” Muraki responded. It was the truth.   “Well I see you both already met. Meet your partner.”   They both looked in surprise at that.   ----------   It was silent in the table except for the idle chatter and the clinking of silverware on plate around the room. Gushoshin was rather enjoying itself with some beer? Ah whatever. Muraki could tell that the kid was still a bit angry about the earlier display. So he never said anything. The Gushoshin scolded him softly to say something.   “My name is Muraki Kazutaka. And you are?” Muraki began.   “Kurosaki Hisoka,” the boy said coldly. Obviously he was still angry about earlier.   “No need to be so cold. You know it was only a joke.”   “Hn.”   “So how’d you die?”   “Muraki!” Gushoshin scolded.   “An illness.” Hisoka merely answered as if it was nothing.   “I see.”   -----------   Muraki scanned through the files trying to note where he’d seen that woman before, ignoring the Gushoshin typing away at its special laptop. She looked very familiar. Coming up with nothing he sighed and glanced at the boy sleeping on his bed of his apartment. He walked over, glancing down at the sleeping form. His hand brushed the hair from the boy’s face. It was funny that he’d meet him here. Though why the kid accepted a job at this age doing dirty work was beyond him. But there was the lingering thought that it had something to do with him.   “Don’t worry my beautiful marionette, he won’t take you away from me.”   He said caressing the temple and cheek before turning away, shutting his eyes in a relaxed manner.   He took the remote and flipped to the news channel. It spoke something about a music festival. They did a close up of the singer. At first he shook it off but then noticed a faint detail. He found her.   Tsuzuki sure knew how to pick them.   TBC-------   Kinshin: Another poor attempt at an YnM fic. Well I hope you people like. Constructive criticism is appreciated.   Like it? Review! No Flames!!!!