Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Complicated ❯ Part 7 ( Chapter 7 )

First of all, a million apologies for leaving this fic hanging. I've left it untouched for so long, and I know it must be really disappointing. So I'm really sorry.

This should be either the second to the last chapter or the third. It's gonna end soon. A part of the reason why I did not update so long was that I forgot some of the plot and I was too lazy to type. I'm in that faze.

I'd like to extend many personal thanks and I will do so in the end - to all those who kept up with me with this pairing.

Inferno - I took your review in to consideration and I'd like to say thank you, but somewhere in that long review I beg to differ. First of all, this is fan fiction. A writer can do almost anything to the character and I chose this. First of all, I see Tatsumi (in this fic) as a father figure. And it's kinda' obvious, because after watching episodes 11-13, I see his `love' for Tsuzuki is more Parental. Know what I mean? As for Muraki, come on! Revenge on Saki was his sole purpose in life. But now that everything is gone, what else is there? It's kind of logical to me. So that's why I made him a NORMAL person. Someone who can love, hurt and care. It's kind of like compensating for all those years of living in nothing else but in the revenge-state-of-mind. Okay, so maybe two months is a little too short, but like I said, this is fan fiction. Yes, they are both dominant, and I've explained Tatsumi's reasons here. Oh and what's a relationship if there is no mush? (wink) Thanks for your long review. This pairing has been a challenge to me and yes coming up with a GOOD plot for them is like - impossible. But I tried and I'm glad I did. It may not be as good as any other writers out there, but good enough reason to get them together - I think. HE HE HE HE

COMPLICATED 7

Tatsumi came to a sudden halt in front of Tsuzuki's door. He reached out to turn the knob but stopped and instead, turned around and headed for the exit, only to turn around once more and head back for Tsuzuki's closed white door. His mind was in turmoil. He was torn in half between his lover and his comrade and friend. He deeply cared for Tsuzuki. At some point, he thought that he was in love with the amethyst-eyed shinigami. But what did he feel then? He felt content just seeing Tsuzuki happy with just about anything. He had been most happy when Tsuzuki finally got a partner. He never felt angry or annoyed whenever the man was near someone in more than friendly-manners - especially to Hisoka. No, he never got angry, in fact he felt the need to encourage it. But when he was with Muraki, things were different. He understands him (although not at first) and vice versa. He liked that feeling, having someone who takes care of you and understand your feelings, because in all his years in the EnMaCho, he was the one who was on the look out for others. They all depended on him for he was a strong pillar that one could lean on. He did not mind, for they were his comrades and gave them support when needed and they cared for him.

But nobody understood him.

And that was probably why he was with Muraki. Muraki not only understood him, but he was his pillar. He was someone who took care of him (literally) and he never experienced that in a long time. When was the last time someone carried him to bed because he fell asleep somewhere uncomfortable? When was the last time someone prepared him a nice decent meal and encouraged him to eat even when his stomach said otherwise? When was the last time someone drew him a bath and help him bathe?

When was the last time someone fussed over him?

"Too long." He mumbled to himself, now rapidly pacing the empty corridor of the infirmary.

Yes, it had been too long. And now that he was experiencing (even if it was with the most unthinkable person alive) he felt damn good! He felt alive, something he never felt, even with Tsuzuki. That was probably it. He felt alive.

He turned to look at the door and stared at it for a long time. The guilt and betrayal for Tsuzuki was there and so was the love and passion for Muraki. He closed his eyes and inhaled slowly. For Tsuzuki's sake, he would do this. He is his friend is he not?

"He is my friend." He said to himself and knocked twice on the door. He entered and found Tsuzuki gazing out the window, sitting up on his bed, the white covers keeping him warm till his knees, concealing his white yukata clothed body. On his shoulders was his black coat. His eyes did not acknowledge who had entered and Tatsumi took the opportunity to grab an apple from the table, a plate and a knife and sat on the chair next to the bed. Tsuzuki turned to look at him and surprise glowed in his eyes. Tatsumi gave him a smile that he meant and placed his hand on Tsuzuki's lightly rubbing the knuckles. Tsuzuki smiled and understood him, for he curled his fingers around his hand before patting it and clasping both his hands in front of him. He turned to look out at the window once more, while Tatsumi cut him some apples.

"Tatsumi!" Tsuzuki said, making Tatsumi look up from his task of peeling the apples. "You've helped every time." Tsuzuki smiled once more at him. "Thanks so much."

"You're welcome." Tatsumi replied, setting half of the sliced apple on the plate and reaching for the other one to cut it into smaller pieces. "That's all I can do for you." He said, stopping his task for a moment and looking at Tsuzuki in the eye. Tsuzuki's smile broadened and he stared at his hands. Tatsumi smiled slightly and looked down at the apples and began to cut them in to smaller pieces, partially peeling it. "One more thing to ask of you." Tsuzuki looked at him in confusion.

"Go ahead." Tsuzuki said, catching the sudden hesitation and slight unease reflecting in Tatsumi's avoiding gaze.

"About you being rescued." Tatsumi began and he immediately scolded himself mentally. This was going to get nowhere and he knew that he would feel even guiltier in the end. But it was too late for second thoughts now, isn't it? "Don't you think it was kind of unnecessary?" Where the hell did that come from? Oh you really did it now, didn't you, Tatsumi asked himself sarcastically.

"Tatsumi -" Tsuzuki said, but Tatsumi cut him off.

"I didn't want to change your mind." He defended, although at that time, he truly did not intend to. He respected Tsuzuki and his decisions. Besides, back then there was nothing in between them. Not a single thing. Now, things were slightly different. "That's why I hesitated. You have been rescued from the fire of hell -" Tatsumi gasped, slicing his hand from pressing the fruit to far with the knife, cutting his hand in the process. He closed his eyes and smiled a bit - a sad smile. He held the cut with his other hand, in hopes to stop the bleeding. "I envy Hisoka. Nothing to hesitate about, expresses one's thoughts openly."

"No such thing." Tsuzuki said, shaking his head. Those words made Tatsumi jerk his head up and look at Tsuzuki with wide eyes. "Your mind, I understand well." There was a moment of silence and they just stare in to each others eyes. "Thank you for rescuing me." At those words, Tatsumi felt his insides shatter in to tinier pieces. He did not deserve those words. How can something feel so right and at the same time feel so wrong? How? Was his love for Muraki so wrong? Was he being punished? For he loved the enemy and was now being punished by feeling pain from his good friend. Why? "Thank you, Tatsumi." Tsuzuki said in a whisper of sincerity.

What could he say to that?

A knock on the door sounded and Watari popped in, along with the Gushoshin brothers and Wakaba, bringing newly baked pie. They were all so happy and were glad to have Tatsumi with them again. Their joy affected Tatsumi for he momentarily forgot his troubles and stayed with them for dinner and dessert.

When Tsuzuki left to look for Hisoka, he left as well, heading for his office. There, he sat on his chair and buried his face in his hands, weighing everything. He really messed up things royally. He continued with his paper work, tackling a few more folders before calling it a night. He arranged everything and grabbed his white coat, slipping it on and heading for the main gate. He would need a nice good night sleep. Tomorrow things will be clear. He would go about his routine and after work go to earth to see Muraki. No one will know. Now has to know. No one will ever know.

He smiled to himself slightly.

"Tatsumi-san!" A sharp voice finally called from behind him, a hand clamping firmly on his shoulder. Said hand suddenly stiffened the muscles tightening to a great extent. Tatsumi turned and found himself looking in to Hisoka's wide green eyes.

"Kurosaki-kun." He greeted and was puzzled by the wide eyes look on the youngster. "Is something wrong?"

Hisoka jerked his hand from Tatsumi, as if it got burned. "N-No." He replied, in a low, shocked and unbelievable whisper. Tatsumi narrowed his eyes at this. "It's just that, well, Tsuzuki was really happy today. I-I-" Hisoka looked like he wanted to run away.

"You -?" Tatsumi urged.

"I want to thank you for seeing him. I was worried you were not around. But then again nobody knows where you go now, right?" He said. "Good night." Without another word, Hisoka dashed away and headed for Watari's lab.

Tatsumi shrugged and headed for his home. He could not help but think that Hisoka's words were somewhat sarcastic. The boy was eager to leave him. Why should he have reason to? Tatsumi never hurt him in the past. He never offended the young boy before.

Tatsumi stopped dead in his tracks.

Unless he saw something. Tatsumi looked at his coat and felt his insides contract.

He was wearing the white coat Muraki gave him.

He looked back at the building and spotted a figure looking at him from the glass windows. He turned his back sharply and looked about. Something inside was pounding. Something inside him was swallowing him.

Fear.

Fear for Muraki.

Without even thinking, he headed for earth.

*

Hisoka did not know what else to do. He rushed to Tsuzuki's room and threw the door open. He was so lost, so angry, so sad and so betrayed. All this feelings not only because of his past, but for Tsuzuki as well. Tears ran down his cheeks.

How dare Muraki touch Tatsumi in such an intimate manner? How dare he impose such acts on Tatsumi? How dare he force him to do such things? HOW DARE HE?

That was probably the reason why Tatsumi had been gone for sometime. That was probably the reason why he had so many red marks on his neck. Something many failed to notice, but not him. No, never him. It was also probably the reason why Tatsumi was slightly limping - ever so slightly. Hardly noticeably, but now it all makes sense.

"Hisoka? I thought you left." Tsuzuki said, and his eyes widened at the sight of the silver tears falling down Hisoka's face. "Hisoka? What's wrong? Why are you -"

"He hurt him." Hisoka said. "He hurt Tatsumi. He raped him!" Hisoka said.

"Who?" Tsuzuki asked, worried, curious and angry.

"Muraki!" Hisoka said. "I saw it! He was ramming in to him! He was rough! I - I don't know! How can - Why?" Hisoka mumbled, sitting besides Tsuzuki, allowing his partner to hug him. Tsuzuki gazed out the window and stood to look outside, leaving Hisoka lying on the bed. The poor boy trembled slightly, from anger and frustration. No, not from fear or anything along those lines. He was a stronger boy than that.

Tsuzuki continued gazing out the window and he spotted Tatsumi and for a moment, no matter how impossible, their eyes met. And then Tatsumi rushed away.

Shame.

That was probably what he felt right now.

Tsuzuki felt rage rise in him. Muraki was going to pay in full.

Tomorrow night.

TBC

Tune it next time.

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