Alternate Universe

  Chapter 3   “You shouldn’t be here bouya. Just like you to be in the wrong place at the wrong time,” Muraki began. Hisoka tried to back up and bury himself against the wood door. He wanted to pass out from the flashes of images that were coming to him of that night. “You don’t remember?”   “Remember what?”   “Under the cheery tree of that beautiful night.”   “What cheery tree?”   “So you’re still under the spell I put you in even after my death.”   “Spell?”   “More like a trance. I never thought I’d get a chance to do this again.”   “What are you-“ Hisoka was cut off as the former doctor’s hand touched his forehead making images of that night appear more clearly. He wasn’t aware if he screamed or not but he was in agonizing, unbearable pain. His mind was begging it to be stopped. But he remembered. The woman was stabbed, he witnessed it and glanced at the murderer who was dressed in white yet wasn’t separate from the red hue. Platinum hair and pale white skin was a way to describe the man who killed the woman. His face turned and he gasped.   It was he.   Oh god it was him.   The scene played the rest of it. He was cursed; the marks burned along his skin. He could feel it. He thought he would be able to get rid of it after his death. When it was over his eyes snapped open staring fearfully at the platinum-haired man in front of him. He froze as a hand rested along the side of his face while the fingers caressed his skin.   “Remember me now bouya?” Muraki asked with a sadistic smile on his face.   “You. It was you that-“ Hisoka began but was cut off as lips were placed over his in a rough bruising one. The former doctor left no room for struggling. His hands were held back when he attempted to get his murderer off him. He stood back and let the former doctor have his way with him. Fortunately for him Muraki pulled back.   “Lets finish this somewhere more private.” Muraki stated before making them both disappear.   -X   Hisoka stumbled back and fell onto something soft. It was a bed. He didn’t like this at all. He tried to scurry out of it but it was too late. His murderer climbed on top of him. He had no way of escape. The platinum-haired shinigami grasped his hand while tying it with a rope to the bedpost. Hisoka struggled best he could to get out but Muraki was stronger than he was. It had been proven before. There was no escape.   He could feel the overwhelming darkness with the former doctor’s touch. He just wanted to be unconscious for it all but he knew ‘He’ wouldn’t allow that. His beautiful emerald eyes were shut tightly trying so hard to not see and maybe not feel if he couldn’t see. Cold lips began kissing along his neck making him shudder on contact. A warm breath brushed his ear.   “See bouya? I could’ve done this then killed you but…a beautiful boy such as yourself deserved a pretty death. When I love something I make a special effort. But now…is a different matter. We’re playing a game called keep away and you, my doll, are what I’m going to keep from ‘him’.” Muraki whispered to him. Hisoka shuddered before voicing his own question.   “What are you talking about?” he asked shakily not liking his position and what his partner just stated.   “It isn’t important. Right now you should be worrying more about yourself.” Before Hisoka could respond lips were crushed on his brutally. He could feel the dark lust within the man above him. He wanted out now. But he could do nothing but endure it.   Then the doorbell rang. Muraki stopped his ministrations, luckily for him, and stood up. Hisoka sighed mentally in relief. Muraki walked out of the room. He tugged on his restraint. He used his free hand to try to untie it but it was fruitless because he needed his other hand to do it. Thus he couldn’t get out. He waited for the inevitable.   -X   Muraki strutted towards the door. Whoever interrupted his fun was really going to be scared to death. Opening the door he stared. There at his front door was Tsuzuki, his rival in this game. The violet-eyed man held a smile to his face. Just like Tsuzuki to interrupt a good opportunity.   “Excuse me, did I interrupt something?” Tsuzuki stated in false sincerity.   “Unfortunately you did Tsuzuki-san. Now is this important that you decided to visit me?” Muraki asked amused.   “No reason. I just disturbed you from doing something I’m supposed to be doing. By the way, shouldn’t you be watching your partner? You never know what could happen in this part of town.”   Muraki was internally surprised and rushed towards the room where he left Hisoka. The boy was not there. He noticed the window open. He knew that the kid couldn’t have escaped. The doorbell was a distraction. He smiled in mirth. Tsuzuki was taking this competition to the max. It would most certainly be enjoyable. Turning around he saw Tsuzuki enter leaning against the frame of the open door.   “What do you want for him?” Muraki asked.   “Absolutely nothing. I caught him so he belongs to me. If you can, try and take him away from me.” Tsuzuki stated standing next to him enough to be considered intimate. He noticed a look. “Don’t be jealous Muraki you should know I always have time for you. After all, we have an eternity to look forward to. Until then, enjoy the game.” Tsuzuki stated joyously before disappearing. That man was too happy for his own good. Muraki chuckled. Now he really had to work. He closed the window and smiled.   Tomorrow night was a full moon.   Tomorrow night would be one hell of a show.   -X   Voices.   They were ringing in his ear. He wished they’d be quiet. Now they were whispers.   Hisoka groggily woke up blinking his eyes into concentration. He tried to wipe the sleep out of his eyes but found that he couldn’t move his hands. That was not good. His vision came into focus and saw the ropes tying his hands together along with the bedpost. He wondered what the hell was it with evil people and bondage? It was so unoriginal. Well, at least the accommodations were okay.   Looking around he saw that he was in a nicely furnished room. On the couch was the brown-haired man from before. He was Tsuzuki or someone? Luckily enough the man was asleep. Hisoka figured he could just teleport out of there. Then he wondered why didn’t he think of it before. But when he tried it he was recoiled and prevented from doing so. He still felt the aftershocks. That meant teleporting was out of the question. If he couldn’t use any powers then he wasn’t able to get out. Now he just had to wait. He was shocked as a body latched on to him from behind. He could feel happiness and something dark lingering there.   “You’re awake! Yay!” Came the voice of Tsuzuki’s happy-go-lucky tone. Hisoka rolled his eyes in annoyance.   “Baka!” he yelled seeing as how he was getting a headache with the contact. Tsuzuki whimpered turning into his inu form still latching on Hisoka.   “Don’t hurt me Hisoka-chan. I was just trying to be nice. ‘Whimper’ ‘whimper’.”   “Baka. Get off me.”   He wondered if this was a conspiracy against him. When he felt the older man snuggling against his back he grimaced.   “You’re comfortable.”   This really was a conspiracy against him.   -X   Muraki heedlessly walked around Nagasaki. He wasn’t going anywhere in particular. After all he was looking for his partner and he already knew where he’d be. He tried so hard to not smash the window of a bakery that he passed. Tsuzuki never really got on his nerves but he wondered what this one is about now. People should know, the reason he’s dead was because he lost against Tsuzuki in a battle and couldn’t get out in time like he’s supposed to, so he died. Such a tragedy but that’s life.   Paying attention to his surroundings he tried to pinpoint where the boy was. Glancing up he noticed a hotel about fifty stories high. On about the fifteenth floor he saw through the opening of the red drapes Tsuzuki’s laughing violet eyes looking down at him before the window was covered.   Now he knew where to go he just had to wait for tonight.   -X   Hisoka really hated his life, no scratch that afterlife. The first few days, and already he’s in the arms of a psychopath. He wondered what bothered everyone to go crazy. This brown-haired lovable, dark, twisted, happy psycho was driving him to the edge. His limbs flailed trying to subdue the older man from doing anything to him like what Muraki planned to do. How did he get stuck into these situations? It was like he was a magnet for this kind of thing.   Tsuzuki had a hard time trying to pin the kid down to the bed. He probably should’ve kept him tied up. Figuring that to be a good option, he grabbed the rope again and tied Hisoka’s hands together. Finally he settled a little. He brushed his forehead with a sound of relief. This kid could pack a punch. But since he was beautiful enough he’d let it go. Unfortunately his thought didn’t go unnoticed.   Hisoka blushed catching that. Him and his blush reflexes.   “Get off!” Hisoka shouted to get the man’s attention seeing he was going off in la-la land. Tsuzuki stared in complete fake confusion.   “I can’t!” Tsuzuki stated happily with a smile on his face. You can see a stress mark on Hisoka’s forehead if you look closely enough. “See, Maria isn’t here, I have nothing else to do, and I can’t leave you here by yourself because you might be bored.”   ‘And that would be a problem, why?’ Hisoka thought sarcastically. The twenty-six year old kept rambling. He was tempted to smack the brown-haired happy psycho. In fact, that sounded like a great idea. He swung his arm nailing Tsuzuki on the head making him fall to the ground. Hisoka quickly got up bolting for the door lucky enough to not have his feet tied together. He fumbled with the lock managing to get it open. But before he could get out, he was pulled back with the door shutting in front of him. A hand was dragging him by his collar. Damn, just when he was about to—   “Tsk, that wasn’t very nice. Here I am being a nice host and you’re running out on me. I thought a boy coming from a well known family would have better manners.”   -X   It finally reached twilight. They were meeting in a secure place that was abandoned and people could care less if the building was completely destroyed.   Maria and Tsuzuki, who carried Hisoka over his shoulder, were walking towards the place since it was a short distance. Hisoka tried to be put down but the brown-haired happy psycho wouldn’t let him. While they were walking Maria and Hisoka had a very interesting conversation. It went along these lines.   “Is he always this psychotic?”   “No, but beware when you mention sweets or if he’s on sugar high.”   “I can hear you, you know.”   -X   Muraki patiently waited for the three to arrive. He checked his watch about every five minutes because they were running late. Either Tsuzuki spotted a bakery shop or Hisoka was giving him a difficult time. Sure enough, five minutes later they came in with Tsuzuki munching merrily on a donut, very typical of him.   “You’re late,” Muraki stated brushing a strand of hair from his face.   “No I’m not. You’re just early,” Tsuzuki responded. If anyone knew him as well as Muraki did, this man is never on time.   “Oh Tsuzuki-san, you and your tardiness. It’s going to be the end of you one of these days.”   “You’re just looking for an excuse to punish me.”   “My, my Tsuzuki-san, is that a come on?”   “It’s whatever you want it to be.”   Maria and Hisoka stared bored. They just couldn’t get to fight already. Hisoka was already done untying himself from the ropes and had nothing else to do while the two continued bickering while flirting. After another five minutes he began to walk towards the exit along with Maria.   “Hey kid how about some Italian?” she asked.   “Sure.” Hisoka responded. Before they could even exit a dragon blocked their exit roaring and biting back at them. They turned around to glare at the two rivals. Their mirrored expressions saying ‘Get on with it’.   Seconds later the explosions started.   You all could conclude what happen there.   -X   Konoe slammed the files on his desk. The case was resolved but not without some heavy damages. The building, especially, that no one cared about went up in smoke thus they have to pay for damages. And Tatsumi, our ever-lovable penny-pincher, would see that to be paid in full from someone’s paycheck. Plus the damages from Watari’s last explosion hadn’t been paid off yet.   -X   It was raining. The drops fell heavily on him. Hisoka looked up to the sky in deep thought. He wasn’t worried about the fact he could still catch a cold even if he was dead. He was thinking about yesterday about what…his murderer had said.   “He is my doll Tsuzuki-san. You can’t take him away from me and manage to get away with it. He’s mine, he’ll always be.”   God it sounded like he was property or something.   Lost in more thought he didn’t hear the approaching footsteps. He was rather surprised when an opening of an umbrella sounded from behind him. He looked up showing minimal surprise that his murderer was standing behind him. Offering Muraki a glare, he turned around and faced away.   “You could catch a cold out here bouya. I thought you were leaving?” Muraki asked.   “Hn. I decided not to,” Hisoka answered a bit coldly.   Muraki smiled slightly and wrapped around his partner’s shoulder. Hisoka was tense. Knowing he was stepping over boundaries, he didn’t care. The kid wouldn’t be able to harm him.   “That means I get to patch things up with you.”   Hisoka shrugged the former doctor’s arm off while giving a warning glare.   “No funny business. I haven’t forgiven you yet.”   “Of course. Let’s go.”   “Where?”   “To eat.”   TBC-   BLK Angel of Destruction: Yes, I know I’m a bad writer. I could’ve added the fight scene but I didn’t think of one. But this isn’t the end. It’ll continue for a while. I hope you haven’t lost interest! Thanks for the reviews they keep me motivated!   Review! No Flames! C+C accepted.