Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Complicated ❯ Part 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Well, this is certainly turning out very nicely. I hope no one is put off just yet. Hey come on! Muraki/Tatsumi pairings aren't that bad. Right?

COMPLICATED 5

They came out of the concert hall talking about the numerous music pieces that were played that evening. Dark clouds swirled above them, causing them to stop and look up at the sky. A rumbled sounded and just as soon as it came, rain followed. Many of the people from the concert hall rushed to their cars or hailed taxis to get home. Muraki immediately called a taxi and got in with Tatsumi, heading for home.

Once in the comforts of his house, Muraki sighed and placed his coat in the laundry, taking Tatsumi's as well. "This certainly was unexpected." He said, a bit disappointed that the rain ruined the evening. "Honestly! Rotten luck comes along once one is enjoying himself."

"I know what you mean." Tatsumi said, and stopped again. He didn't think before he spoke, it just came out. He felt his ears burn so suddenly that he hid the blush by pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. To his surprise, he found Muraki's face a bit pink as well. He turned around and hid his laughter. It was so out of character for Muraki to blush like that.

"Would you like some hot chocolate?" Muraki asked.

"You are being so kind to me." Tatsumi said, loosening his tie. "I - I don't even know what to do in return."

"No worries, Tatsumi." Muraki said, smiling again. "Your company is more than enough for me." He said and headed for the kitchen, preparing two mugs of hot chocolate. He came out and found Tatsumi sitting in the living room, the waist coat of his suit, tie and suit jacket gone and folded neatly. He was staring at the window, watching as the water from the rain slid down the glass. He held the cup out towards him, which he took, giving him a thanking smile. "You look troubled, Tatsumi. Is there anything that discomforts you in my house?"

Tatsumi looked up immediately and quickly shook his head. "No, no, Muraki. Nothing at all. I am quite comfortable, thank you." Muraki's eyes did not leave his, as he took a sip from his cup.

"Tell me." Muraki said, making Tatsumi look up.

He told him.

*

Tsuzuki was sitting up in bed, watching the cherry blossoms dance in the evening air outside the infirmary. He had a bowl of soup in front of him, something he had not touched for the past twenty minutes since it came and it was already getting cold. Everyone had dropped by to see him including people from the other divisions.

"What's bothering you, Tsuzuki?" Watari asked, patting 003 on his shoulder who nestled in her feathers, giving a happy chirp at her master's touch.

"Nothing Watari." Tsuzuki answered, sighing. "Has Tatsumi come yet?"

Watari swallowed. "No, he hasn't Tsuzuki. It's been two nights now."

"I see." Tsuzuki said, looking at his soup. "Is he angry?"

"I don't know, Tsuzuki." Watari answered. "I don't think so." Tsuzuki did not look convinced. "He'll come. Maybe he just has some business on earth."

"Maybe." Tsuzuki answered, looking at his soup once again. "Maybe."

*

Tatsumi stopped telling his tale and sneezed. Muraki was a bit surprised, but this was quickly masked with concern. "Are you cold?" He asked.

"No, I'm fine." He said, shaking his head. Muraki heaved a sigh of relief. It had not stopped raining yet. "The rain always brings bitter memories to me." Muraki sat in silence, listening, being patient. "My mother died in such a weather, she was killed." He said, not elaborating much further. "We were a noble family back then, but because of some problems and misunderstanding, my mother had taken me and my sister and run away. Our peace did not last, for she was killed. I never could stand tears. It reminded me so much of my mother, whom I really tried to bring happiness to, but it just never worked out." He stared at his cup now, which was half full. "I was Tsuzuki's third partner for three months, and he was just so fragile that I could not take it. He was like my mother. I had to break off the partnership." He looked up at Muraki. "I apologize. This is all too sappy for a good man as yourself."

Muraki stood up and sat beside Tatsumi on the couch. "Not really." He said, setting his cup on the coffee table. "I always have two good ears to lend Tatsumi." At the word ears, Tatsumi's vision shifted to his ears, looking at the earrings he was wearing. Muraki had followed his gaze, and smiled, touching one of his earrings. He took out one, the one on the right and handed it to Tatsumi. "Here." He said. Tatsumi stared at it for a moment, unsure of what to do. "Allow me." Muraki took the earring and with utmost care, rubbed the lobe of Tatsumi's left ear. He then pricked the earring in, making Tatsumi wince and flinch away a bit. He clipped the earring in place and watched as the blood disappeared, Tatsumi's healing abilities kicking in. "It is very becoming, Tatsumi."

Tatsumi looked at the window, catching his reflection. He saw how the red rubies sparkled and he nodded, a smile curling up his lips. "Not bad." He said, still nodding, not looking at Muraki. "Not bad at all." They looked at each other and immediately laughed.

They really did enjoy each other's company.

*

Tatsumi spent the next two days with Muraki. They had visited the hot spring twice after their last visit and went to many galleries to look at paintings, both of them sometimes getting engaged in a friendly argument. They would go to cafes, have lunch and dinner together.

Once evening, Tatsumi decided that he would make dinner. Muraki at first was not sure, not wanting Tatsumi to do anything but relax. Tatsumi had dismissed such thoughts and pushed Muraki in to his library and told him to leave everything.

"Don't worry. I do make edible food." He said, and this brought laughter to Muraki.

Tatsumi spent the afternoon preparing dinner with utmost care. He had settled for an Arabian dish. He made kebabs and shish tawook, baking Arabic bread and making the traditional Arabic apricot juice to accompany the whole thing. He had made Arabic pastry, which had cream filling along with coconut bits and raisins. It had been time consuming, but the end results were very pleasing. Before he set dinner, a headache attacked him, so he went to take a refreshing shower, changing in to white slacks and a black dress shirt - something Muraki got for him. He really liked it, since they were soft and silky to the skin. He set the table and went to the library to call Muraki.

"Muraki, dinner is-" He stopped, finding Muraki sitting on the velvet chair by the fireplace, his head to one side, eyes closed, his glasses sliding down his nose. He was asleep. Tatsumi knew that he had skipped lunch and so he crouched beside him and shook him awake. "Muraki. Dinner is ready."

Muraki woke up slowly, blinking several times. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sorry. I just had a terrible headache." He stood up, slipping his glasses back on. "So what did you make?" Tatsumi led him to the dining room and Muraki literally gaped. "Okay, I took your word for knowing how to cook. But this is a -" He shook his head. He did not know what to say. "It looks very good!"

They sat down and ate dinner.

*

Hisoka checked Tatsumi's office. The work pile on his table was horrendous. He had not come to the agency for five days now and everyone was getting worried. He had asked chief Kanoe if he knew where Tatsumi were and he merely got a negative answer. It was very unlike the secretary to not come for such a long time. He had even checked his apartment and found it empty.

He headed for Watari's lab and found it empty. Gushoshin was there. "Where's Watari?"

"He's in the library." Gushoshin answered, looking at a paper with a graph drawn on it.

Hisoka headed for the library and found Watari furiously scanning through papers. "What are you doing?"

Watari muttered a curse and slammed the drawer containing files shut. He opened another one and began to furiously flip through the folders in them. "Where is it?" He hissed.

"Where is what?" Hisoka asked, looking at the very agitated scientist. "What are you looking for?"

"I remember that while were tracking Muraki down, I wrote something in one of the papers that was in his folder. Where is it?" He shoved the files back in and slammed the drawer shut, only to open another one. "Those were important notes! I'll never complete my concoction if I can't find that stupid folder!"

"You wrote notes on your potions on Muraki's folder?" Hisoka asked, a bit stupefied by the act.

"There wasn't any paper around!" Watari argued, giving up on searching and placed his hands on his waist. Just then one of the Gushoshins drifted in. "Hey Gushoshin! Have you seen Murkai's folder?"

"Tatsumi has it. He had demanded that it was given to him." Gushoshin shivered. "That look on his face was so scary."

Hisoka looked outside the window. Why would Tatsumi want Muraki's file?

*

Muraki wiped his lips with the table napkin. "That was wonderful." He said, as Tatsumi walked in with tea in two cups.

"I'm glad that you had enjoyed it." Tatsumi said, handing him his cup of tea. They spoke of the old Arabian Kings and tales of

the desert. The conversation went on and on, until the clock struck ten in the evening. The plates had already been cleared and they were just sitting in the dining room, simply talking. Tatsumi had enjoyed his stay with Muraki when it suddenly hit him. He had not returned to Meifu for five nights straight, six counting that current evening. He wondered if Tsuzuki had already awakened. The look on his face suddenly changed to concern and guilt. It was not fair in a way - to be away for such a long time from the person he truly cared for.

"Something bothering you Tatsumi?" Muraki asked, looking at him, the dimly lit room high lighting his concerned features.

Tatsumi smiled a small smile, looking up at Muraki. "I have enjoyed my stay with you, frankly speaking." Muraki smiled at that sentence. "I will have to leave tomorrow." The smile on Muraki's face faltered, and suddenly, it looked forced.

"You are a busy man." He said, nodding, but face looking strained. "I understand." Tatsumi looked at his side. "Will you come down to earth again?" He then hesitatingly added, "To visit me?" Tatsumi looked up, the tone behind the last phrase catching his attention the most. It sounded hurt and afraid to be rejected. He watched as Muraki stood on his feet and stood behind him, wrapping both arms around his shoulders from behind. Tatsumi's eyes were as wide as saucers. The smell of pine blinded him for a moment. Muraki buried his face on his shoulders. "I understand if you won't be able too. But I'll be honest." The hold tightened. "I will miss you, very much."

Tatsumi felt his stomach flip and his chest tighten at those words, but then it quickly disappeared and all he felt was a light feeling. He brought his hands on Muraki's arms and squeezed it gently. He understood him and vice versa, for he too did not want to leave just yet. He faced Muraki, seeing how that single silver eye glistened with honesty. Such a big change for someone who was so evil before. He loved him and the latter felt the same, for they really understood each other, for the first time ever since their rather inconvenient meeting when Muraki was still evil.

Muraki brushed a lock of his brown hair away from his face, and with slow deliberate movements, he pressed his lips on Tatsumi's waiting ones.

TBC

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