Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Angels By Blood, Bound By Fate ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Time to die little bird…”, Muraki sadistically laughs, pressing down harder onto Hisoka's neck.

 

His body begins to unconsciously spasm from the lack of oxygen going into his lungs as he vision continues to fail him, casting him further towards the cold darkness, as Muraki continues to manically laugh over him.

 

Suddenly, a ball of energy strikes Muraki, sending him flying off of his victim and a painfully deep breath is taken into empty lungs, but not soon enough as Hisoka still found himself descending into the cold realm of unconsciousness. The last thing he saw before succumbing to the darkness was the outline of a man with dark-colored wings and gleaming gem-like violet eyes against the blood-red moon as he felt the bindings around his wrists being untied.

 

“Hey! Are you alright?”, the figure asks, cradling the broken and badly bleeding angel in his arms.

 

“Uh…”, Hisoka's painful groan was his only answer.

 

“Who are you?!”, Muraki hisses in displeasure that his fun was disturbed, his blood-drenched white clothes seemingly summoned back onto his body.

 

“That is none of your concern!”, the man shouts, still holding the unconscious young angel in his arms.

 

“Such kindness for a stranger… Makes me sick!”, the demonic-angel spats, “You can die with the kid then!”, he shouts, charging up a orb of black-energy into his left hand and releases it at him.

 

The figure closes his eyes muttering a few words and holds up his free-hand, Muraki's dark-energy collides with an invisible wall of white-energy and fires back towards the original caster.

 

“Interesting…”, Muraki purrs, watching as his prey and the savior fly out of his sight, several black feathers drifting to the ground, “A black-winged angel who uses the spells of a angel of light… Shigemi will want to hear about this…”, he adds, vanishing in a flash of blinding white light.

 

 

 

 

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“So…?”, Hisoka heard someone ask from the world he vaguely could sense beyond the safety of his mind.

 

“He's still is pretty bad shape… If you brought him back any later, he might have not made it…”, a female voice replies.

 

“He'll live… Thank goodness…”, the first voice; recognizable as male, sighs.

 

“Now I want you to go out and pick those herbs I told you to get, you slacker!”, the woman scorns.

 

“Alright, alright onee-sama!”, the male panicky says, before Hisoka vaguely heard a door close somewhere.

 

`What is going on…?', he asks himself before the sense of the world beyond his mental-being fades away again.

 

 

 

 

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Hisoka slowly blinks his emerald-eyes open, the edges of his vision hazy as he looks around the room from his position of half laying on his side and half on his stomach on a two-foot thick futon-mattress, the sensation of itchy-bandages wrapped around his torso, arms, wrists, and legs bringing confusion to his muddled-brain. As he tries to push himself up into a sitting-position, a sharp stabbing pain shoots through his body from his back, causing him to clutch at his back as he collapses back onto the futon with a gasp of pain, feeling his shattered-wings braced in wood and cloth-bandages holding the pieces of wood in place.

 

“Oh good, you're awake!”, he heard the cheery-sounding voice of a female say, “I advise you try not to move, your wings are pretty banged-up…”

 

He turns his head to look at the speaker to find a young woman with energetic-brown eyes and dark brown hair trailing down to the back of her knees, the end bound with a red-ribbon.

 

“Where am I…? And who are you…?”, he weakly asks.

 

“You're in my house on earth, and my name is Ruka, Tsuzuki Ruka…”, she replies with a smile, “And your name is…?”

 

“Hisoka, Kurosaki Hisoka…”, he greets, “How did I get here…?”

 

“My younger brother brought you here after he rescued you from being killed, you've been out for three days…”, Ruka answers, gently unwrapping the bandage around his wrist then holds her hand over his bruised and sliced skin, her hand glowing with a golden-light as the injuries slowly healed and vanished without a trace.

 

“Angelic-healing magic…?”, Hisoka gasps, “But how…?”

 

“My father was a human and my mother is an angel, it's only natural for a half-breed to have the abilities of an angel…”, she sadly says, “But Enma doesn't allow the children from those unions to keep their wings or join the ranks of angels…”

 

“I had no idea that Enma does that…”

 

“It's alright, it's been like that for longer than I've existed…”, she reassures with a pained-smile, “What surprised me is the fact that you have green-eyes, I thought angels only had shades of blues for an eye-color…”

 

“They do… I'm the only one with green-eyes…”

 

“Outcast by the others? My brother has problems fitting in with humans because of his eyes too…”

 

“Huh…?”

 

“Onee-sama! I'm back!”, an overly-cheery voice calls out, before a striking young man with short dark brown hair; his bangs long-enough to put the tips into his mouth, and dazzling gem-like violet eyes walks into the room, “Oh… Our guest is awake…”, he gasps.

 

Hisoka could only stare in amazement at the young man, his features screamed that one of his parents was an angel, but it was the unfolded pitch-black feathered-wings protruding from his back that really caught his attention, having never seen an angel or half-angel with black-wings before.

 

“Asato, I thought I've told you to never leave your wings exposed like that in the house!”, Ruka shouts, stomping over to him to smack him across the head.

 

“Ow! Ow! I'm sorry Onee-sama!”, he whimpers, retracting his wings and making them vanish.

 

“Ruka-san, I thought you said that half-angels had their wings removed…?”, Hisoka asks, still partially sprawled on his stomach.

 

“They do, it's just my brother was born in secret…”, Ruka replies, momentarily pausing in bickering with her younger-sibling.

 

“So how are you feeling?”, the younger-sibling energetically asks, suddenly popping up next to the bed, startling Hisoka.

 

“F-fine…”, he stutters, having the appearance of a startled cat.

 

“I'm Asato, Tsuzuki Asato, who are you?”, Tsuzuki greets.

 

“H-Hisoka, Kurosaki Hisoka…”, he replies, still resembling a frightened-cat.

 

“Come on Asato, let Hisoka-kun rest…”, Ruka says, grabbing her brother by the ear and drags him from the room, “Hisoka, just regain your strength…”, she states to the young angel.

 

“Ow! Ow! Alright! Alright!”, her brother whines, continuing to be pulled by his ear from the room and the door closes behind them.

 

`Half-Angels…? Can I trust them?', Hisoka asks himself, as he gets himself comfortable on the futon.

 

//You can trust them, they're good people…//, the voice in his head reassures.

 

`Are you sure? Then again how can I be sure I can even trust you?', he mentally addresses the voice.

 

//Oh, such cold words… I'm hurt…//, the voice says, unhappily, //Like it or not, they are the only ones who can help you now, with you incapacitated and all…//

 

`If you know my dilemma, why don't you help me!', he growls.

 

//I'm unable to… But stay close to Asato, he can be trusted… It's your father you can't trust…//, the voice continues.

 

`Wait! What do you mean `I can't trust my father'?'

 

//Your father is very good at keeping secrets…//

 

`What secrets?'

 

//All will be revealed in time…//, the voice says, before the presence vanishes from Hisoka's mind.

 

“`All will be revealed in time'…?”, he repeats, “What is that suppose to mean…?”, he mutters to himself, letting his eyelids drift close.

 

 

 

 

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