Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Complicated ❯ Part 8 ( Chapter 8 )

Let's get one thing straight. I only watched the anime, hence I judge characters by what is shown in the anime. I'm sorry if I neglected things from the manga - but that's basically it. I did not read the manga and although I have a desire to, I don't think there's a store nearby that sells YnM mangas in English. So I am judging from the anime perspective. And the previous chapter - in case none of you know - the dialogue exchanged between Tatsumi and Tsuzuki was taken from the anime. I did NOT make that up. It is in the anime.

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There! I said what I needed to say! Thanks to all the review (especially the long ones) Keep them coming!

COMPLICATED 8

Tatsumi appeared in the front lawn of Muraki's estate. It was late evening and the lights in the house were all off, save for the one in the library. He assumed that Muraki had a long day. Sleeping in was so out of character for the doctor. Remembering that he himself did not want to get up that morning too, Tatsumi bit the urge to grin and headed for the front door. He rang the doorbell and waited. A few minutes passed and he rang the doorbell again. This time, he heard cluttering foot falls and the door flew open. Muraki stood there, in nothing but loose sweatpants and a robe that was not even fastened around the front. His glasses were not perched on his nose and he was looking upon him with wide eyes.

"Seiichiro?" He blinked.

"Kazutaka." He said in return.

Muraki let him in immediately, shutting the door. They headed for the library where Muraki was sorting out a few folders, his glasses on top of the small pile. "I wasn't expecting your sudden return." Tatsumi looked away, and Muraki saw this. "Not that I am not glad that you did return soon."

"They know." He said flatly, lips trembling a bit.

"Who knows what?" Muraki asked, not looking completely confused.

"Hisoka." Muraki frowned. "Hisoka knows about you and me. He - He was trying to get my attention and touched my shoulder. He saw something." Muraki picked his glasses up and slipped it on, before picking up the yellow folders and arranging them. He opened a drawer and placed it inside. "I have to get you out of here."

That made Muraki look up at him sharply. "Get me out of here? Why?"

"Don't you understand? Nobody back at Meifu has ever forgiven you for what you've done to Tsuzuki, Kazutaka. And if there is one person with so much hatred towards you, that would be Hisoka. And if Tsuzuki finds out - I don't know! I just - I just want to get you out of here! Before something bad happens." He looked away, not being able to look at Muraki anymore. Just the mere thought of something bad happening to him was enough to make him shatter inside.

A hand on his shoulder made him look up and stare at the beautiful face of his lover. "If it is what you think is best, then I will go wherever you want me too."

Tatsumi felt himself sigh in relief and a smile break upon his features. He wrapped his arms around the body of the handsome doctor in front of him and laid his cheek on his broad shoulder. "I just don't want you to get hurt." He fumbled for Muraki's hand, wanting to hold it tightly in his. He suddenly frowned when he caught his lover's hand. Bringing up the said hand in front of his eyes, he looked at Muraki in confusion. "What happened to this?"

Muraki cradled the hand in his other one. "The strangest thing happened today. I was clearing up my tools when my hand just started bleeding." He sighed. "Although I did not cut myself."

Tatsumi blinked in confusion, but took the injured hand and held it in his. He couldn't think of any explanation. "It will heal. Please pack some of your things. We must leave immediately."

"Yes. Of course." Muraki left the room and headed to his own room, taking out a bag and putting in a few outfits and personal hygienic things. Once he was done packing, he changed in to a pair of black slacks and silver-gray dress shirt. He did not bother with the necktie and simply grabbed a white coat and slipped it on. Tatsumi was by the doorway of his room, waiting for him. Muraki made a note and left it for his butler, in forming him of his departure and how he should just take the whole week off. With that little task done, he stood beside Tatsumi and stared at him for a while. He then smiled and took one of the secretary's shaking hands in his. "If anything does happen, I want you to know that the past few days was something that I will forever treasure."

"Same here." Tatsumi said and held on to Muraki's hand in a more protective and possessive manner. The shadows began to shift around them and rise, soon engulfing them in complete darkness. Muraki felt everything whoosh before him and his feet loose its footing from the ground. But he felt no fear, in fact he felt safe, just knowing that he was with the only person he would have loved to spend the rest of his life with.

The darkness dissolved and soon they were standing on a hill, in the outskirts of Kyoto, staring at the humdrum several hundred feet below and a greater distance ahead of them. The stars sparkled above them and their coats fluttered in the wind. "We're here." Tatsumi said and lead him towards the small cabin that was just a few feet behind them. Muraki was quite surprised to find such a cozy looking place in the middle of splendor beauty. He entered the cabin and found it furnished with simple yet comfortable wooden furniture and woolen carpets. The smell of lavender clung in the air. Tatsumi was building a fire. It was a rather small place, with only one bedroom and one bathroom and a very, very small kitchen. Tatsumi immediately got a fire going and led Muraki to the bedroom, in which the bed was laid with silk whit sheets and window with velvet curtains parted allowing moonlight and starlight to seep in to the room. "You'll be safe here." Tatsumi said, and turned to smile at him.

"It is a lovely place." Muraki commented, shrugging his coat off and placing it on the chair.

"Yes. This belongs to my mother. We fled here, back then. When I was still alive." Tatsumi turned to face the window, staring at the glowing moon. "I come here when I just want to think and be on my own for a while. I don't think anyone knows of this place."

Muraki looked at the floor; sitting on the bed, shoulder slumping a bit. "What will happen? Why - Why did you feel the urge to hide me? Away from them?" Tatsumi turned to find Muraki with his back to him. He approached his lover and knelt before him. "Something is going happen, am I right?"

There was silence in between them. Tatsumi parted his lips to speak, but instead, he closed his eyes and slumped in defeat. "I know something will happen. I do not know what Hisoka saw, but whatever it is, he may have misunderstood it. I do not want anything to happen to you, Kazutaka. I truly don't. If things do get bad, at least I know that you are safe, away from harm."

"And what of yourself?" Muraki asked, eyes narrowing and hands shaking. "Do you think I will not feel at loss if something does happen to you?"

"But you will be safe!" Tatsumi reasoned.

"No!" Muraki got to his feet, clearly aggravated and angered. "Do not think of me as a weak person, Seiichiro! I am not weak! I refuse! I refuse to remain here while you might be facing danger! I will not allow something unreasonable as such to happen! I would rather go myself and face the wrath of your fellow comrades in Meifu than to live in emptiness if anything does happen to you!"

Tatsumi bolted on his feet. "Listen to yourself!" He snapped, now angry as well. "I am already dead, Kazutaka. I cannot die again! You are alive! You have your whole life ahead of you! Even if I do get hurt, it would take but a few days or maybe even hours to heal. And of yourself? Did you think of me low and unthinking when I decided to take you away to safety? They want your head on a silver platter! They want you dead and not existing! Can you not understand?" Tatsumi turned around sharply and pulled his glasses off, tossing it on the bed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He could feel tears pickling his eyes and escaping his tightly closed lids. "I - I just want you to be safe. That's not too much to ask for isn't it?"

Muraki turned to find one of Tatsumi's arm wrapped around himself, while the other remained on his face. He felt touched but his ego was wounded. But now, seeing him looking a bit frustrated and sad, he forgot everything else and approached him and held him in his arms from behind. He plucked Tatsumi's hand off the bridge of his nose and brought it to his lips, lightly placing a kiss on it. "I'm sorry. I know you mean well."

"I do." Tatsumi said, shivering suddenly. "I just want you to be far from harm, that's all."

Muraki kissed him then, long and slow. He savored him once more, clearly planting this memory firmly in his head. Tatsumi's arms were around him at once, one hand on his head, massaging his scalp and occasionally gripping his silver hair. The kiss last longer than planned and soon heat was seeping on their skin. He could feel his arousal growing with each passing second. Muraki's hand automatically reached for Tatsumi's tie and began to undo the knot. Tatsumi pushed him off and began to take his clothes off until he wore nothing else. He then turned and picked his glasses off the bed, and pulled the covers back. Muraki felt a smile tug at his lips and he too began to get rid of his clothes with quick and swift movements. He folded his glasses and placed them on the table by the bed before approaching Tatsumi and claiming his lips once again. Skin on skin, lips on lips and arousal upon arousal, breathy moans and hot breaths filled the room.

The rustling of sheets and gasps of pleasure as Tatsumi gripped the sheets hard while Muraki made love to him again and again echoed through out the night. They never got enough of each other and their lovemaking got intense each moment they were united with each other. Tatsumi felt his being twirl with Muraki's and his heart beat as one with his silver-haired lover. If he could describe what he felt, having lying in his lover's arms, spent and sated, it would be that he felt alive.

Yes, he thought. So alive.

He shifted and lay on top of his lover, staring down at his droopy-eyed lover. The sun was already rising and seeping through the thick velvet curtains. "Thank you." He whispered, kissing him softly on the lips, before trailing down his neck. "For everything. For making me feel alive." Muraki literally purred when Tatsumi began to suck upon his erratically beating pulse. "It is something I am forever grateful of."

"Unn - don't stop." He groaned, wrapping his arms around Tatsumi's neck, stretching his neck more for him to play with.

"I love you." Tatsumi said with sincerity and with that trailed even lower towards Muraki's torso, where he continued to assault him with kisses and nips. "Remember that always."

Their love making extended until the sun was way above the horizon and that was the only time when the two souls fell asleep.

*

Tsuzuki watched as Gushoshin typed frantically at the keyboard of the computer. He was glaring at the screen, Watari and Hisoka behind him, with 003 fluttering and hooting with annoyance.

"Got it!" Gushoshin said and immediately a map of Kyoto appeared on the screen, a blinking red cross somewhere in the middle of the old capital glaring back at Tsuzuki's amethyst orbs. "That's Muraki's address!" Gushoshin hit the `print' button and gave them the address and a map to accompany them. "It's a small local clinic. Quite ironic don't you think?"

"Probably another one of his research bases." Hisoka said bitterly. 003 gave a sharp hoot at his comment.

It was nearly sunset since it took Gushoshin the whole afternoon to narrow down Muraki's movements through his activities and billing of his credit cards. What struck him quite funny that nothing out of ordinary was taking place. He did say this to Tsuzuki who merely scowled at him and pulled the map and address away from his grip quite sharply.

"This crazy person has his ways!" He snapped and stomped out of the library, leaving Gushoshin to sigh. Watari and Hisoka followed suit, fury burning in them and feeling annoyed towards Gushoshin. It was not like the poor bird creature was standing up for the mad scientist of a doctor. He was just basically telling them facts.

"No need to get so worked up about it." He said, quite hurt but it quickly disappeared once he began to sort out files of the recently deceased.

Tsuzuki entered his part of the office ands at behind his desk, turning his head towards Tatsumi's desk where the work pile was steadily growing again. He was not at home, and he had personally checked. He could only guess that he was in Muraki's clutches. He felt rage bubble up even fiercer and he grabbed the nearest object near him and flung it across the room.

"I won't allow it! I won't allow him to toy with one of my friends like he did with me! Nobody deserves to go through what I did! Nobody should and ever will! Not until I'm around! I'll kill him! I'll kill him for doing that to Tatsumi!"

Hisoka clenched his fists and glared at the ground. He never did forgive Muraki for what he did for him when he was sill alive and like Tsuzuki he had the thirst to prevent anyone from becoming Muraki's toy. Watari merely patted 003, angry too, but not showing it. He hid it in him. He had great respect for Tatsumi, and he wondered how Muraki was able to break such a man as Tatsumi and lure him towards his sick clutches.

Wakaba brought them some refreshments, and then left silently, seeing that neither of the three wanted to be disturbed. The three drank in silence and once eight PM struck, Tsuzuki got to his feet.

It was time to make him pay.

*

Tatsumi opened his eyes and stared at the clock. It was seven thirty in the evening. He had his lover cuddle up in his arms, looking fragile and all the younger. He stared at the moonlight for sometime, wanting to remain in his place forever, not wanting to leave Muraki all alone anymore. But he had one more thing to do. One more thing to clear and it was something he cannot runaway from, no matter how hard he may try.

Placing a kiss on Muraki's forehead - a mere symbol of sincerity and true and genuine love - he slowly stood up and cleaned himself up. He got dressed in his usual brown suit and slipped his glasses in place. Muraki was now lying in a fetal position, arms around himself, sheets slipping below his waist. He gently pulled the sheets over his sleeping lover till it covered his shoulders before standing back, taking one last look at him. He picked up Muraki's coat, the smell of pine assaulting him once more and slipped it on. It fitted him perfectly.

He stood in the middle of the room, the shadows swallowing him up. In minutes he was in the middle of Muraki's bedroom, moonlight falling upon him. He gave the moon one sad smile before sighing deeply. "This is it." He said, and heard the front door slam shut and Tsuzuki yell from below.

"Muraki! You bastard! Come out here right now!"

TBC

I know I haven't updated in a long, long, long time and most of my kind and wonderful readers has probably lost interest already! Hontou ni gomen nasai! I am sincere with my apologies! The next chapter will be the final one. This is how it is supposed to end and I hope that as much as I've enjoyed making this fic, you have enjoyed reading it too.

Tell me what you think and once again, I am so sorry with this chapter being extremely late!