Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Angels By Blood, Bound By Fate ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-A Few Days Later-

 

 

 

 

Hisoka stares out the window at the rain that softly pattered against the glass, dressed only in a pair of navy-blue sleep-pants he had to borrow from his happy-go-lucky host; Tsuzuki, and his hostess and nurse; Ruka, finally allowed him out of bed to roam around the house only just yesterday. He shifts his shoulder-blades a little to try and get his still braced-wings into a comfortable-position, but only succeeds in causing himself more pain making him to wince.

 

`It's been nearly a week and no one has come looking for me…', he sadly thinks.

 

“So how are you feeling?”, he heard Ruka's voice ask from the doorway.

 

“Ruka-san…”, he mutters, turning to face her, “My back hurts from the added weight on my wings and having to sleep on my side or stomach…”, he replies.

 

“This may sound a little strange, but you can retract your wings with the braces on”, she suggests.

 

“Are you sure?”

 

“Asato had broken one of his wings a few years back, and he had to retract the wing into his back so he could leave the house…”, she says, “It will hurt like hell to do it though… But it's the only solution I can think of until your wings heal since my healing-magic can't mend bones…”

 

“It's okay, Ruka-san. It isn't your fault that most of your magic was lost when Enma took your wings…”, he states, giving her a pained-smile.

 

“That's alright…Well, the key to causing yourself the least amount of pain is to do it a little at a time until you wings are fully retracted…”, Ruka advises, like a parent instructing a child on how to do something, “And not to do while standing either…”

 

“Right…”, he nods, before closing his green-eyes to focus on the task ahead of him.

 

He could feel his wings starting to pull inside his body, followed by pain so excruciating that it forces him to collapse to his knees and double-over himself, his wings pulling in inch by merest inch through will-power alone, and when his wings are fully-retracted, he finds himself leaning over a waste-basket expelling the lunch he had eaten hours earlier and tears spilling down his cheeks from the pain.

 

“I warned you not to be standing when you were retracting your wings, now look at what's happened…?”, Ruka chastises, handing the nauseous angel a handkerchief.

 

“Thanks…”, he mutters, wiping the residue from his mouth, “I'm fine now…”, he pants.

 

“Here, I found a shirt for you to wear…”, she says.

 

“Huh…?”, he gasps, looking up at her to see her holding out a light-green color button-up shirt.

 

“It use to be my brother's until he got to big for it…”, she explains.

 

“Thank you, Ruka-san…”, he thanks, accepting the shirt, slipping his arms into the sleeves and pulls the shirt straight as he starts to button the buttons, only to gain a giggle from Ruka, “What…?”

 

“You've never buttoned a shirt before I take it…”, she laughs, “The buttons are crooked…”, she adds still laughing, unbuttoning the shirt and re-buttons them properly, leaving the top two-three buttons undone, “There, is it that better?”

 

Hisoka walks over to the mirror in the room and gazes at his reflection, surprised that he looked like he had been in clothes like this his whole life, he looked normal like a human.

 

“Looks like you're starting to fit in…”, Tsuzuki says from the doorway behind Hisoka, his reflection caught in the mirror.

 

“Tsuzuki…”, Hisoka whispers, turning to face his savior.

 

“How are you feeling?”, the other male asks, walking over to Hisoka.

 

“I little better, now that I don't have to deal with the burden of the weight of and on my wings…”, he replies.

 

“That's good to hear…”, Tsuzuki smiles, ruffling Hisoka's hair like an older sibling would.

 

“Don't do that!”, Hisoka shouts, backing out of Asato's reach.

 

“Still touchy I see…”, he laughs.

 

“Asato, be nice!”, Ruka scolds.

 

“Sorry Onee-sama!”, he flinches.

 

“No… It's alright, Ruka-san. He's right, I'm still touchy about being touched…”, Hisoka says, “I wasn't exactly shown affection, not even from my father…”

 

“Not even your father showed you love?”, Tsuzuki asks.

 

“He didn't have the time, he's Enma's top-general and never had anytime to spend with me. He was always away fighting demons or staying by Enma's side, never with me… I was raised by my caretaker and servant; Miya, my whole life…”, he explains, his green-eyes staring at the floor.

 

“Oh, Hisoka…”, Ruka sighs in sympathy, before wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulls him against her body, hugging him, “First being sheltered from the world, only to be thrust into it and be attacked the way you were…”

 

Tears begin to well-up in his eyes as the memory of his attack still haunted his nightmares and was still able to affect him so much, even though he was safe from Muraki's clutches, he grabs hold of Ruka's arms and buries his face into the nook of her neck; which was awkward considering he and Ruka were nearly the same height with Hisoka one centimeter taller, and starts sobbing. He could feel Tsuzuki wrap his arms around him and gently pulls the young angel from Ruka's arms bringing Hisoka to his chest so he could cry into someone's chest without having to bend over to do it, which Hisoka allows him to do, releasing his hold on Ruka's arms to grab Tsuzuki's shirt, burying his face into the soft material.

 

“Now who was being insensitive by reminding him of his attack, Ruka…”, it was Tsuzuki's turn to defend the younger male, only every calling his sister by her name when he was angry with her.

 

“I-I-I'm sorry, I didn't think…”, she stammers, “I better go start dinner…”, she says, leaving the room before she said anything else to upset their guest.

 

“It's alright… You cry to your hearts content… You never really had a moment to cry over it…”, Tsuzuki whispers, un-retracting his wings to wrap them around himself and the sobbing angel in his arms, “You've been alone your whole life… Like me…”

 

“H-how can you say that…? You have your sister…”, Hisoka says, his voice slightly muffled by Tsuzuki's shirt.

 

“I know, it's just that she is a girl and talking to a girl about guy-problems is something I can't do…”, he groans.

 

“I couldn't talk to Miya, though I've tried once and she told my father…”, the younger male replies, “What about your mother?”

 

“I never had a chance to meet her… Onee-sama hasn't seen her in 260 years, not since she brought me here to be raised by sis and her human father…”

 

“I've never known my mother either… she died in the war…”, he sadly states.

 

“Maybe someday I'll meet my mother, and she might be glad to take you under her wing”, Tsuzuki says, smiling down at Hisoka.

 

“Are you sure she will?”

 

“Yeah, from the stories Onee-sama has been telling me about her, she is the most beautiful and kindest angel in all of Tenkai… So I'm sure she'll treat and love you like her own son…”, he adds, patting the top of Hisoka's head.

 

“Dinner's ready!”, Ruka's voice calls from the other room.

 

“We better go, it smells like she made beef-pot today!”, he exclaims.

 

“How can you tell?”, Hisoka asks.

 

“There is no mistaking the aroma of beef floating in the air. Come on!”, he says, dragging Hisoka into the hall by the wrist.

 

“Asato! What have I told you about your wings in the house?”, Ruka instantly scolds, as soon as her brother and the trailed-behind Hisoka enter the dining-room.

 

“I forgot I took them out to give Hisoka a wing-hug!”, he immediately apologizes, retracting his wings.

 

“If someone was to see your wings there will be trouble for not only me but you too and mom's attempts to protect you would have been for nothing…”, she explains in a exasperated voice.

 

“I can't have my wings out while I'm outside and can't have them out while I'm inside as well, when can I have them out?”, he complains.

 

“When you get to the spring with Hisoka-kun…”, she replies.

 

“The spring…?”, Hisoka questions, breaking apart his chop-sticks.

 

“You mean the healing-spring…?”, Tsuzuki asks, before shoving a chunk of meat from the pot in the middle of the table into his mouth.

 

“Yes, that spring…”, she sighs at her brother's table etiquette.

 

“What spring, Ruka-san?”, the younger male asks again.

 

“A special spring our mother told me about, it has the ability to heal the wounds of humans, angels, and demons alike, but only myself, Asato and mom knows about it and it's sealed behind a barrier sent up by her several centauries ago…”, she explains, “I'm the only one with the key…”

 

“So do you think the spring can heal the bones in my wings?”

 

“I know so, I had once broken a bone in my arm when I was younger; before Asato was born, and she used the water to heal it…”

 

“Is your mom as kind as Tsuzuki says she is?”

 

“She is kind, but is merciless when on the battle-field”.

 

“Your mom is a fighter?!”

 

“Yep, one hell of a fighter, but the kindest to those she loves…”, Ruka says, “I'm sure she would love you, you have spunk!”, she happily laughs.

 

“So when do we leave…?”, her brother asks, around the piece of beef he was chewing on.

 

“Tomorrow, I'll call ahead so we can get a ride half-way to the spring…”, she replies.

 

“Okay…”, he pouts, knowing that with his sister around he won't get to eat desserts like he normally would.

 

“But you can have only one dessert a day while the we are traveling…”, she adds.

 

“Yeah! Thank you, Ruka-onee-sama!”, he thanks, perking up instantly and hugs her.

 

“Yes, I know, I know… Now eat your dinner…”, she laughs.

 

“Yes, ma'am!”, he salutes, before shoving a few more pieces of meat into his mouth.

 

`What have I gotten myself into?', Hisoka wonders, watching as Tsuzuki almost chokes on the mouth in his mouth and has to be patted on the back harshly by Ruka to dislodge the stuck food, being scolded by his sister for eating too fast afterwards, `But this is my only chance to learn about human and earth culture before I go back to Tenkai and father probably never let me come back…', he thinks, knowing that as soon as his father learns of what happened, Nagare would never let him return to earth again.

 

 

 

 

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