Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Complicated ❯ Part 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Oh angst! I love angst! Don't you? Oh and MAJOR Tatsumi OOC - but it goes with the story. You'll see what I mean.

COMPLICATED 3

The strong wind ruffled their coats, making their hair fly to one side as the waves in the rocks below crashed loudly, sending a mild spray of the blue ocean up towards them. The sky was not bright, a mild storm was brewing. Muraki had his silver eyes on Tatsumi who was looking at the rocks below. They had been standing in silence for quite sometime now, and Muraki was being patient. The crestfallen look on Tatsumi's face told him that something was bothering the secretary, and he knew better than to rush and get things out of him.

"What have you done to me?" Tatsumi asked, facing him suddenly, his eyes narrowed, blue irises flashing with anger.

Muraki blinked repeatedly, taking a step back and trying to find the right words to reply to that question. Tatsumi looked demanding and he himself knew that, because really, he did not understand himself. He was thinking of things that were not supposed to be thought of and what was worst was that they revolved around Muraki the `mad' doctor.

"What - W - What did I do to you?" Muraki asked again, his eyebrows knitted together. "I've done nothing to you!"

"What have you done to me?" Tatsumi asked again, his voice slightly wavering, the question sounding a bit of a plea.

"Damnit! You brought me here!" Muraki said, now loosing his patience. "I have done nothing to you!" He said again, stressing on the word nothing.

"How is it possible?" Tatsumi asked, more to himself than to Muraki. "You were a killer, a cold blooded killer and now here you are in front of me being nice! Why? It's not possible! It can't be! Why? How?"

"You don't believe in anyone do you?" Muraki asked, somewhat hurt by Tatsumi's questions.

"I don't believe?" Tatsumi cried out incredously, pointing at himself. "I don't believe?" He asked again, his voice louder than before, and it trembled much more. Muraki saw the broken look in his face and his eyes softened a bit, seeing how Tatsumi was having an inner war with himself. "You're right! I don't believe in anyone! How can I believe in anyone when I can't even believe in myself? I can't believe that I am believing you, when just two months ago, you wrecked havoc good enough to swipe everyone dead in the face of the planet! You wanted to raise the dead! You hurt Tsuzuki who is now lying unconscious for the past two months and could barely keep his eyes open!" Tatsumi brought two hands to his face. "He - His rejuvenating abilities kicked in today and you know what I thought? I thought that he shouldn't wake up! I didn't want him to wake up! I was so selfish! I can't believe I thought that!" He turned towards Muraki, his eyes glistening a bit behind his glasses. "Don't you see? I did not want Tsuzuki to wake up! I did not want him to be walking around! I did not want him to get well! I hate myself! I hate myself so much! I can't believe it!" Tatsumi fell on his knees, looking truly lost and broken now.

"You see?" Muraki knelt before him. "That is how I felt when I found out my half brother killed." Tatsumi looked up at him in mild surprise. Muraki gave him a small smile reaching out and taking his glasses off. "These emotions we feel, they blind us. You are blinded with self-hatred and confusion whereas I was blinded by revenge and anger." He reached out in to his black coat and took out a white handkerchief. "I thought that you would understand me, because don't you see? What we feel is very similar. I - I realized that I can't live all my years in the world of revenge. Neither can you live forever in the world of guilt." He wiped the tears that were slowly, almost to gently. Tatsumi felt a blush creep up to his cheeks and quickly looked away.

"You're too kind for your own good." Tatsumi said, making Muraki flinch inside him. Tatsumi turned to look at him, a very small smile on his face. "Maybe that is why I hesitate when I think about you. I've witnessed how you act now, and I - I don't feel confused anymore." He stared at his hands. "I was only confused about myself." Muraki's hand came on top of his, and it made him look up, his eyes somehow softer now, free from confusion - there was only understanding.

Muraki shook his head. His hand came up to Tatsumi's face; rubbing gentle circles on his cheek with his thumb and stared at his lips then back up at his blue eyes. He moved closer, until their lips were mere centimeters away from each other. "Now you understand." He whispered and finally kissed Tatsumi's lips.

A strong gust of wind blew against them, making their hair fly and their coats flutter to once side completely. Muraki gently broke the kiss and stared at Tatsumi who had a bewildered look on his face. Muraki said nothing, but allowed Tatsumi to stand up and the shadows to swallow him up, disappearing from his sight. He stared at the sky, a light drizzle finally descending.

*

Tatsumi sat in his office, the pile of work now larger than ever. He did not go to earth at all ever since his confrontation with Muraki for the past two weeks. The doctor himself was busy, doing major operations for rich people, tending to those who lived nearby his house, helping students in medical school in their lessons, encouraging them even. All this he observed in silence, in the shadows where no one could see him. The sight was very warming though and the more he studied Muraki from afar, how gentle and caring he was, the more he liked the man. His mind suddenly drifted to that afternoon by the ocean, and out of instinct, his hand came up to his lips. It had felt weird, bitter yet sweet. He could not describe it. Muraki, so far was the only one who understood him the way he wanted to be understood, and it was such a comforting thought that ever since then, Muraki was the only person in his mind.

A blush crept up to his cheeks and he quickly dismissed the childish behavior and grabbed a pen, beginning to get the workload in front of him sorted. He got so in to it that he forgot about the time. When he glanced up, half of his paper work done, he saw that it was already one in the morning. He shook his head, still wide and awake, and continued his work. He could disappear from the office tomorrow and go to earth. Besides, the hot springs sounded very intriguing.

*

"Have you seen Tatsumi?" Hisoka asked Watari the next morning.

"No." Watari answered, looking up from the beaker containing an ugly green colored liquid. "I haven't seen him today. His paper work is done though, even the ones for today. My guess is that he stayed up late last night." Hisoka frowned. "Why are you looking for him anyway?"

"Tsuzuki woke up." He said flatly. Watari gaped, his grip on the beaker slipping, causing it to crash on his foot, the chemical reacting with the leather soles of his boots and making fizzing noises. Watari was still oblivious to this; a bit too shocked with joy that Tsuzuki was awake. "Uh Watari? Your shoe is starting to melt." Hisoka said pointing at his shoe that was foaming white now.

A loud yell echoed through out the agency. Watari was hopping about on one foot, while both his hands struggled to pull the melting shoe out of his endangered foot. He winced, he cried, he howled and still he could not get the shoe off. He slipped and fell on the floor, the shoe finally coming off and went flying the air, landed on another boiling beaker with pink fluid, causing sparks to fly from the mixture and finally a loud bang was heard.

Hisoka waved off the smoke from his face, watching as Watari grunted and got to his feet, his long blonde hair blackened with ashes and standing on its end, one lens of his glasses cracked while other one gone somewhere, his face marred with ashes, making him look like a savage in the jungle. His clothes were something close to rags now, and were a bit too revealing.

The first thought thing Watari did was give out a whine followed by a crestfallen look on his dirty face. "Tatsumi is going to kill me!"

*

That fine mid-morning, Tatsumi was walking around in Kyoto, just glad to have some fresh air since the smell of ink and paper was already getting to him. He stayed till four in the morning and still he was alive and awake with energy. It struck him funny at how he could stay up that long and not feel tired at all. A man dressed in a white coat passed him and he remembered Muraki. Perhaps he should pay him a visit; it was only polite to do so. Besides, it's not like he was going to do anything wrong.

He passed by a bakery and brought freshly bakes cinnamon rolls and made his way to Muraki's estate by lunchtime. He saw a man and a woman exit the gates, a child walking in between them, a cast on his arm. Tatsumi felt a small smile creep up to his lips as he made his way inside the gate and stood by the doorstep. He rang the doorbell and patiently waited. The door opened and Muraki was there, without his glasses, his tie and doctor's coat gone. He looked a bit shocked to see him.

"Long time no see, Muraki." Tatsumi said, his face serious but eyes behind his glasses soft and actually smiling.

"Oh very true!" Muraki said, smiling brightly, opening the door wider. "Do come in, I was just about to have lunch. Would you like to join me?"

"It would be a pleasure." Tatsumi said, nodding as Muraki helped him out of his coat. "Oh here!" Tatsumi handed him the soft pink colored box that had the cinnamon rolls in them. Muraki took them hesitantly. "It's cinnamon rolls."

"Thank you." He said, smiling a very, very faint tinge of pink across the bridge of his nose. "You shouldn't have really." He said leading him to the dining room. He gestured for him to take a seat, the fine white and silver china in front of him glinting. "I hope you don't mind steak."

"Not at all." Tatsumi said, shaking his head, as the butler brought in the mushroom soup. A light dip of the head was exchanged between the two as they picked their spoon up and took in some of the soup. It was rich and creamy, almost sweet but had that tangy taste about it. Once the soup was done, steak and potatoes along with Greek salad and gravy was brought in. Both ate, conversing about philosophical tales and plays of the olden times. Time seem to stretch forever as their conversation went from plays to history, from history to art and finally to music.

"It is so sudden." Muraki said, going off topic. They had finished their main course and were now having the cinnamon rolls and English tea. Tatsumi set his cup down and looked at Muraki curiously.

"What is so sudden?"

"I wasn't expecting you to come down here on earth. Least of all to visit me." Muraki answered looking at the red tea in his cup.

Tatsumi shrugged and took a chunk of his cinnamon roll. "I'm taking you for your offer." He said.

"My offer?" Muraki looked confused.

"You would show me the hot springs of Kyoto." Tatsumi answered taking a sip of his tea.

"But of course!" Muraki said, nodding. "Today is the opening of the Sakura festival." He said, smiling with amusement. "You had fallen asleep while I was introducing the topic to you." Tatsumi blinked. "You were drunk."

Tatsumi smiled at his own silliness. "Yes I was." He then looked at Muraki curiously. "Not be rude or anything, but do you not wear anything other than white?"

At the question, Muraki burst out laughing, the deep laughs sounding gentle and definitely amused. "No I do not wear other colors." He then stared at Tatsumi's brown suit. "Do you not wear anything else other than brown or other shades of it?"

"No." Tatsumi said, shaking his head. "Do you?"

"Brown does not suit me." He said, and sighed. "I only have one black coat while the others are white."

Tatsumi blinked, rubbing his chin in thought. "I have no other coat of another color." Their eyes met and they laughed out loud together. "Perhaps a nice blue would look good on you, Muraki." He said, nodding. "Yes, a combination of light and dark blue would be nice."

Muraki looked at him and gave him a small smile. "White and gray would suit you best." He then gestured at the brown suit. "Although brown is really your color, but I think white would look good. For a change."

"A change." Tatsumi echoed, turning to his cup. Change is one word that he could currently describe himself. He was changing and the funny thing was that he did not mind at all. He actually liked it.

"Come with me, Tatsumi." Muraki said, standing up. "We must go to the tailor. One should enter a festival with a good change and a light heart." Tatsumi was confused but followed Muraki anyway.

An hour later, both men came out of Muraki's private tailor carrying a box in each hand, making their way to the hot spring.

TBC

Rei Eien: Friendship, I though about that, but because everything is falling according to what I've scripted, there will be no room for it. But I did consider it, that's why this chapter was bit more friendly rather than `loving' and perhaps the next chapter as well. Maybe, but no lemons just yet. Just a nice developing bond between them. Ne?