Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Beware What You Ask For ❯ Chapter 2

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A drop of something warm and wet running down over his forehead and tickling his good eye slightly as it proceeded to run down the side of his left temple woke Muraki from the embrace of the darkness that had claimed him earlier. He blinked once as another drop followed and impeded his vision for a moment, casting everything in a reddish hue for that moment. Scowling faintly in annoyance he attempted to lift a hand to wipe at his face only to have pain suddenly rear its head and bite into his wrist and hand as he flexed the muscles in them. Turning his head slowly as the pain faded back to a dull throb in the back of his head, he was taken aback to see his wrist and fingers bound in what appeared to be fine wire.

It appeared to be his own blood that graced the lines of his fingers, gathering at the tips to drop down either onto the pillow under his head or on his face. He watched silently as a small bead of crimson grew slowly on the tip of his index finger and growing too large to cling to it any longer, fell, hitting him on the forehead once more to run off into his hair. Turning his head, he looked at his other hand to find it in the same condition, lines of scarlet running down the wrist and on further down his arm.

Staring at the crimson patterns running down his arm, he let his mind run over just how he got into this ungodly position in the first place. The memory came and he cursed silently for allowing himself drop his guard enough for it to happen in the first place. 'Idiot.. you should have had a confinement spell included with the other.. no matter if it was going to only be him.. you should of known better..' But he'd allowed his over-confidence to blind him to how it could possibly go wrong and now was paying the price for it. How did that one phrase go? Pride goeth before the Fall? He he'd certainly fallen now.. with his pride in nice little shreds around him it seemed.

Well.. lying here berating himself for his stupidity was going to get him nowhere. Time to see what else had happened while he'd been out. He turned his head back facing upwards halting only for a moment when he felt something slide against his throat. When nothing happened he dismissed it as another annoying drop of blood and attempted to raise his head to look down at his legs. He managed to get his head off the pillow before his breath was choked from him rather painfully and he felt something hot and wet flow down over his neck and slide down over his shoulders.

Laying his head back down eased the pressure and relieved some of the pain biting into his neck. He swallowed slowly and felt the bindings that had choked him lying loose once more against the shallow slices that his attempt had cost him. Something in the back of his mind began to give off a vague feeling of déjà vu which he tried to ignore. Recovering, he shifted his attention downwards as he attempted slowly to raise one of his legs and then halted slowly as he felt the knee bend and his foot came to lie flat against the bed. That hadn't been expected, he turned his head slowly, keeping the grimace that wanted to rise back as the wires over his neck slid over his neck, sticky wet with his blood now. Taking in the limited view of the top of his knee he tried to think of why his hands and neck would be bound to the bed and not his lower half, more specifically his legs. A voice broke into his thoughts then and he realized suddenly he wasn't alone in the room.

"I was right.. you *do* look exquisite in crimson. Very beautiful in fact, with it against your pale skin."

Muraki felt something warm and damp brush against his hand, and shifted his eyes to see the shinigami licking the blood off one of his fingers, the violet eyes closed. Déjà vu tried to strike once more and he forced it back as he also fought back the shiver trying to race down his spine. He watched the other draw back away from him and walk away from the bed, giving him a rather nice view of Tsuzuki's very bare backside and ass. Cursing fate's ironic humor silently, he watched as Tsuzuki picked something that flashed faintly from the dim light coming from the doorway, wincing faintly as his body registered what it was and reacted before he could control the sudden pulling against the bindings.

The shinigami turned around, the silver dagger resting easily within his left hand as he walked back towards him. Muraki noted silently the curved point and wondered if Tsuzuki was enjoying the extreme irony of using his own dagger against him. He hissed between clenched teeth as his arms jerked slightly within their bindings trying to free themselves out of reflex. The struggle caused more blood to run down his arms, giving the air a decidedly coppery scent.

He felt a hand press against his raised knee and forcibly subdued the flinch that the touch brought on. He straightened out his leg to lie flat once more against the bed, more to get away from the touch of the hand than to obey the silent command it had given. The bed shifted under him, causing a small sound to escape as the movement shifted him against the bindings, the pain flaring once again, but not as sharp as before as if he was slowly becoming accustomed to it. He felt skin settle against skin, weight pressing his hips down into the bed and turned his attention downwards once more to look at Tsuzuki, who was now straddling his hips.

Muraki was unable to suppress the sudden jump of his chest muscles as something smooth and cold brushed over them slowly, also causing his breathing to come quicker despite his efforts to control it. A soft laugh brushed against his senses, just as chilling as the flat of the blade against his skin. "You like this..? If your body is telling any truth, it would seem you do." Tsuzuki said quietly, his voice carrying a mocking edge to it. He tried to think of something he could counter it with.. something clever.. like ' While the body might be willing.. the mind is not. ' but came up short, so he held his silence. Perhaps silence would irk the shinigami more than any comeback he could say.

He felt Tsuzuki lean forwards against him, almost lying out on top of him, those malicious violet eyes looking down into his own. The lips curled into a sardonic smirk. "What is the matter.. cat got your tongue, Kazutaka?"

Muraki swallowed the vague anger that threatened to rise at the casual use of his name. He allowed a faint sigh to escape as if he were bored with the game the shinigami was playing, forcing his own expression into a parody of the one Tsuzuki wore. "No.. I just don't normally speak to dumb animals." he said, his tone scathing as he stared up into the shinigami's eyes. He had the distinct pleasure of watching the eyes widen briefly before narrowing sharply and drawing back. A small voice in the back of his mind told him that while the remark may have felt good, it wasn't the smartest thing he could have said and he would most likely be paying for it in spades very soon. He was about to tell it to shut up once more when a razor sharp pain suddenly took his breath away and caused his body to arch up into the bindings, the wires digging into his skin as his muscles convulsed against them.

When he recovered his senses, the first thing his mind registered was the weight on his hips was absent, but the pain that had nearly broken him in two was centered within that area. The second was his legs had been moved into a different position and the muscles had locked themselves in place, ignoring any commands to relax and move his legs out of that position. He carefully drew air back into his lungs attempting to recover further from the seizure when another sharp spike caused him to give a half choked cry and jerk once again in his bindings. It took several moments to get his senses straightened out and his vision refocused. Blinking several times to clear the red film that seemed to be covering his vision he finally realized where Tsuzuki had moved to and where and how the pain was slicing into him.

His legs it seemed were wrapped tightly around the shinigami's slender waist and he watched the eyes flicker down towards his as Tsuzuki moved slightly back against his legs. His muscles shook with little tremors from the aftereffects of the last two thrusts the other man had done. Muraki saw the tensing of certain muscles within the shinigami's torso and tried futilely to relax his own to somehow ease the pain that had accompanied the last two previous thrusts.

Tsuzuki's hips snapped forwards, driving into him, the pain overriding any pleasure that may have been gained from the movements that were quite literally tearing him apart. Muraki tried to abort the arching that would lead to the bindings around his throat choking and digging into him again, and ended up making it worse as his body ended up falling back twisted against the bed. A strangled sound escaped as he felt the wires pressing against his windpipe threatening to crush it with the pressure that they were applying against it.

Gray shadows were threatening at the edges of his vision when he felt hands grasp his sides and straighten his back and neck out of the twisted position he had fallen into. His own pained breathing filled his ears for several minutes and recovering from the near brush with actual death by lack of oxygen, kept him from noticing the movements of the shinigami above him. Muraki flinched as he felt the cool steel of the dagger brush against his neck to cut away the bindings that had almost crushed his windpipe. The last of them snapping back to lash across his jaw, raising a dull throb of pain there that was almost lost in the rest of the aches he had suffered.

The blade drew back and he turned his eyes to look up over him, a shiver coming unbidden at the feral look within the purple eyes staring down at him. A caustic smile graced the lips beneath them. "Any more witty little words of wisdom to share, Kazutaka?" When Muraki declined to answer Tsuzuki drew back to rest once again against the legs wrapped around his waist. "I thought not.. although it was rather tempting to just watch you strangle yourself.. it wouldn't have been nearly as fun as what I plan to do to you before everything is over and done."

Muraki's voice was rough and hoarse as he responded. "If you're going to do it.. then get on with it... and quit.. talking about it."

He felt a pair of slim hands tighten over his hips at his words. Without warning, he was slammed into, the searing spike of pain exploding across his vision, blinding him and ripping a scream from his throat. He heard a growl in response and felt more blood run down his arms as his hands pulled against the wires wrapped around them, fingers trying to curl into fists despite the wires digging into them and beginning to flay skin from muscle. It finally became too much for his senses to cope with and once more shadows began to creep in at the edges of his vision until it dimmed into a reddish blur that went completely black after the next thrust.

Muraki opened his eyes slowly as he woke once more, and for a moment everything was nothing more than a reddish blur that no matter how many times he tried to clear it by blinking, it refused to clear enough for him to see clearly. It took several moments for him to concentrate enough to force his artificial eye to focus enough for him to see clearly. Looking up he first noticed his hands looking just about as bad as they felt, but apparently by their limp positions, unbound now, no doubt to keep the wires from doing any permanent damage to his fingers.

His wrists were still bound though and the wires around them were coated with his blood and seemed to be buried in the skin of his wrists, he grimaced at the sight and then slowly raised his head to look downwards and around the room silently. Apparently he was alone for the moment, which would make this a good point to try and do something about his current condition.

Laying his head back against the pillow, he closed his eyes and focused on pushing the pain away far enough to let him picture a sweep of elegant white script across a black background, then slowly, the script disappeared as the background it was written on folded in on itself until it held the shape of a dark bird. Opening his eyes he looked up to see the successful results of the spell he had cast as an ebony crow tilted its head to look down at him with liquid silver eyes.

It seemed to study him for a moment before moving over to one of his wrists and begin picking at the wire bound around them, snapping it in two with its sharp beak and digging it out where it had buried itself in his skin. He kept silent, although every time the beak dug into his wrist to pull a piece of wire away it felt like someone was using a fire brand on his wrist.

Finally, the bird was finished with his left wrist and moved over to begin on his right, leaving the left arm to fall limply against the bed. By the time his right arm had been freed he finally had some control over his left and managed, despite the searing pain flaring from both wrist and lacerated hands, to force himself to sit up on the bed. It took another several precious moments to overcome the sudden wave of both vertigo and pain that came with the change in position.

Muraki looked over towards the door and noted it remained both open and empty, for how long the shinigami would be gone though was unknown and he didn't want to miss this chance to get back into the room with the pentagram and the notes. With one last steadying breath, he slid off the bed, trying to stand and almost collapsing beside it as his legs tried to give out from under him. Holding onto the bed he straightened up and took another moment to reaffirm his barrier between the pain and his mind.

Looking back at the headboard, he met the silver eyes of the crow once more. It cocked its head to one side as if he had spoken to it and launched itself from its perch to fly out the doorway. When he didn't hear anything after its departure, he walked towards the door and out of it to find himself just outside the room he had performed the spell in.

Walking carefully to the other door, he leaned against the frame for a moment before walking through it and for a brief moment stopped in surprise as he heard a vehement cursing and saw the reason for it. Despite the situation, he had to use control not to let any sound of amusement escape to draw attention to him as he continued onto the table across the room. The crow had flown into the room ahead of him and had neatly stolen the shinigami's tie, and was now playing it seemed a game of 'keep away' with Tsuzuki.

Fortunately for Muraki, the shinigami was paying his full attention to the bird and not his surroundings, most likely expecting him to still be bound to the bed in the other room. Muraki picked up the papers on the table and quickly scanned through them, finding the ones he needed and turning towards the still shimmering pentagram and the stones that rested at each of the points of the star within it. To reverse his spell, he would need to reverse the direction the star within was facing, and to do so, he needed to undo part of the star and recast it before Tsuzuki realized he was no longer alone in the room.

Muraki was glad the first part he needed to do could be done softly, without attracting any attention and soon he watched the crystal that rested at the top point of the star dim and finally flicker out, causing the top part of the star to fade away. The next part would be a little more risky as he had to raise his voice some to at least begin the casting. Gesturing towards an unlit crystal opposite the one he had just shut off, he said several sharp words that caused a flare of violet light to erupt from the crystal's heart and race from it to complete the star.

He heard a hiss of anger and looked away from the inverted star to see Tsuzuki watching him coldly. The shinigami took a step towards him, but halted when the crow cawed at him from within the center of the pentagram. The stolen tie lay on the ground in front of it and the ebony bird ruffled its feathers and screeched at Tsuzuki again as if daring the shinigami to try and get the tie from it. Muraki's eyes flickered from the bird to Tsuzuki and he frowned faintly as he noticed the anger the other seemed to be directing at the bird. For some odd reason, the birds actions and its little game of 'keep away' had infuriated the shinigami.

Muraki waited for Tsuzuki's next move and was slightly surprised when he lunged for the crow, stepping into the pentagram without thinking about his actions it seemed. Muraki wasn't going to take the chance though, that he might realize what he'd done and try to escape its confines. Quickly, he raised one hand and spoke several razor sharp syllables that caused an off white violet-tinged wind to begin circling around the edge of the pentagram, rising higher and gaining thickness until it hid the shinigami from view. The crow suddenly burst out of the smoky wind and landed on the table as a bright light flashed once, blinding him temporarily.

When he finally managed to refocus the artificial eye and clear his good eye of blood, he let out a relieved breath to find the center of the inverted star empty, and the only things within the room being himself and the crow still perched on the desk. Muraki released the bindings of the spell that had created the bird and watched it fade away like an illusion. Taking a deep breath to collect himself, and once more push back both the pain and the fatigue that was now creeping up on him, he opened the drawer under the table's edge and drew out the 9mm resting within it.

Turning he aimed at the crystals still shimmering with violet light and pulled the trigger six times shattering each crystal that rested on the floor within the pentagram. After the last crystal shattered the runes and spell faded away without a trace, except for crystal shards littering the floor. He laid the gun down and picked the notes back up, moving slowly, carefully out of the room into another which held a dying fire within the fireplace that graced one wall. Throwing the papers down onto the flickering flames he watched them flare up and consume the paper in a rush.

Now only one more thing left to be done before he could put this whole horrid incident behind him, he limped slowly across the room to a table by a chair and picked up the phone, grimacing as his hands began to protest the movements. Dialing a number he knew by heart now, he spoke quietly into the phone as the other line was answered. "Hello, Oriya.. I need a favor.."

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