Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Complicated ❯ Part 9 ( Chapter 9 )

Many thanks to my old readers and like promised, here is the final chapter. It's a little longer than the first few ones (which only took 4 pages on MS WORD). I am eternally grateful that I still got reviews in my previous update, both from new and old. I am really, really sorry. I just kinda' lost interest (Yes, Rei Eien, I did loose interest for a while). But then I got a bit annoyed in seeing lots of my fics hanging incomplete. So I just pushed myself and frankly speaking, I quite did not like the previous chapter. Though, this … my second favorite. I'm proud of it I guess - in fact I'm proud of the whole fic! I don't think this is the only MuTats fic out there, but I think it may be one of the first few successful ones! Thank you so much dear readers! If anyone has ever come across any other MuTats fic, kindly send me the link by mail or include it in your review. I do hope that some of you will be encouraged to write more MuTats fics.

Anyway, on to the chapter.

COMPLICATED 9

Tsuzuki heard a door upstairs open and close. He glared in the darkness, Hisoka and Watari standing a few feet away on both his sides a little bit behind him. He could hear his one and only hated mortal being (never human. Tsuzuki could never ever call him human) walk down the hallways upstairs and descend the stairs in slow deliberate movements. He could hear his breathing, the filthy bastard. Tsuzuki pulled out his talisman and held it in front of him, crossing his fingers to their summoning signs. This was for Tatsumi, the one who took care of him and though he broke his partnership with him, he remained friendly and understanding. Always there for him, allowing him to see his soft side. The mere idea that someone good as Tatsumi falling under Muraki's clutches made Tsuzuki see red. He tightened his grip on the talisman that was threatening to tear and narrowed his eyes in anger once he saw the flutter of a white coat appear in his line of view.

"Bowing before you I present my wish, the twelve gods who protect me! Heat waves hotter than black flames become a celestial snake, grant dancing descendance! Come forth! Touda!" He spat the chant out, disgusted by the man approaching the end of the staircase. Around him, black flames erupted like a volcano and black fumes began to dance in the air, and amongst the fiery black abyss rose the tern snake, Touda. Touda gnashed his teeth, and gave out a loud hiss as he rose higher towards the ceiling of Muraki's villa. His silver eyes were flashing, narrowed directly towards the object of Tsuzuki's anger. Tsuzuki did not give Muraki a chance to react. Once he saw the flash of Muraki's glasses, he gritted his teeth. "Touda!" Tsuzuki stretched out his hand towards Muraki, a clear order for Touda to burn the sick bastard before him. Without questions, Touda launched forward, his long tail knocking things, his fire causing the air within the house to heat up and the glass windows and displays to shatter to a million pieces. The floor began to burn, the woolen carpets giving off an awful stench.

Watari levitated from the ground and took charge of shielding the battle arena, Hisoka in tow. "There's no hope for him. Not even Shinigamis could resist Touda's flames and wrath." Watari said.

A loud cry of pain and a flash of glasses falling to the burning ground and shattering made Hisoka wince hard and fall on his knees. Tsuzuki was not aware of what was happening behind him, he was too engrossed in watching Muraki suffer. He was too blinded by rage to pay attention to anything. Watari cried out in alarm and 003 began to fly in fast and frantic circles around her master.

"Bon! Bon!" Watari knelt beside him, the shields weakening for a moment because of his loss of concentration. "Are you all right? What's wrong with you?" Watari held him by the shoulders but Hisoka had his arms wrapped around himself tightly, shoulders hunched and head dipped low, as his reality dissolved and he saw something else.

He was in a bedroom, a dark and yet warm bedroom. Puzzled he looked around and his eyes widened the size of saucers. He could not believe it and he refused to believe. The cold truth came slapping him in the face and he found himself unable to tear his gaze away from the two figures before him, nor cover his ears to what they were saying.

* Scene in the bedroom the previous evening *

Muraki was kissing Tatsumi's neck, the sheets covering them both. Tatsumi was breathing out deeply, hand gently running up and down Muraki's smooth back before finally resting on his shoulders. The secretary's eyes were heavy lidded, since Muraki had made love to him for the fourth time that blessed evening and he wanted more. He couldn't get enough. He turned his head to one side, while Muraki traced his lips higher up his neck and began to nip at his beating pulse. Seeing that his lover had stopped moving and lying completely still, Muraki stopped his kisses and merely looked down at Tatsumi, his weight on his hands on the bed.

"Seiichiro?" Tatsumi blinked and slowly turned his head upwards, looking up at Muraki's face. Muraki's eyes were gentle, and worry reflected in them. "Is something wrong? Would you like to get some sleep?" Muraki tried to see what was wrong, but he could only see the loving face of the man below him, gazing upon him with his faithful blue eyes and hair damp from their activities of sex. Muraki himself was coated with a thin layer of perspiration and his hair was clamped up strips of silver. But he could not take his eyes off his lover. Just watching him was enough. There was that slight tinge of pink on his cheeks from all the heat building up between them. His lips were rosy from all the kisses they shared and they were now parted in the most arousing manner while he took in breaths. "Is something bothering you? I could leave you on your own if you wish to have some solitude."

Muraki made movements to stand but Tatsumi quickly gripped him. "No!" He said, and shook his head that was lying on the silk covered pillow. "No. I do not wish for you to leave. Quite the opposite in fact." He smiled softly up at him and wrapped his arms around Muraki's neck, pulling him down so that he was lying on his shoulder. "It's just that, I just wish that people back in Meifu would understand you the way I do. But that's asking for too much. They're wonderful people, and I would never feel anger towards them. But I just wish they would understand. Why I love you."

"Whatever you are afraid off, just remember that you'll always have me." Muraki closed his eyes. "Even if something does happen and things don't work out in the end, there's always the later after life, am I right?"

Tatsumi looked at Muraki, seeing nothing but sincerity in his eyes and small smile. "You're right. There is the later afterlife." Tatsumi wrapped his arms around Muraki's neck once more. "I'd do anything to remain like this."

"And so will I." Muraki said and placed a deep kiss on Tatsumi's lips, parting the soft rosy flesh and exploring the secretary's inner caverns. He felt warm trickles of liquid dripping out of his erection and using it as an advantage, he began to rub his eager manhood on to Tatsumi's awaiting tight entrance. Tatsumi groaned in to the kiss they shared, and relaxed his body as Muraki began to penetrate him. It was not painful, unlike the first time, but rather blissful. When Muraki hit home, Tatsumi gasped out so loud that Muraki felt himself shiver at the beautiful sound his lover made.

"Kazutaka." He breathed in to the kiss, writhing under the doctor, his erection rubbing against the doctor's lean stomach. Muraki felt himself shiver again as Tatsumi writhed under him. "Kazutaka." He breathed again, throwing his head to one side, hair splaying on the pillow, pulse beating erratically.

Muraki kissed his cheek before moving in synchronized rhythms within Tatsumi. All coherent thoughts had slipped both minds as they moved together. The silk covers began to wrap around at their waist when Tatsumi gave out a deep throaty cry, arching back in a lovely arm, neck stretched and exposed and eyes tightly shut from climax. Muraki could not think of anything more beautiful than what just took place before him, hoe his lover came and cried out. Tilting his head back and stretching his own neck, he gave out a deep sigh as he came in to the body of his lover.

Tatsumi relaxed and wriggled teasingly, awakening Muraki's excitement once more. He gave him a mischievous little smile on his lips. "You are probably the most beautiful thing, I have ever encountered." Muraki said, breathing the words out. Tatsumi gave out a hearty laugh and wriggled some more, making Muraki groan in anticipation on what was next to come. "I never knew you had this side of you."

Tatsumi pulled him down with Muraki's manhood still buried deep within him. He then reversed their position, having Muraki lying underneath him. He stared at him for the longest moment, not minding that Muraki's manhood was hard and slick deep within him once more. He took Muraki's hands in his and kissed both of them softly. "I love you."

"As do I."

* Back to present battle scene *

Hisoka gasped out loud, falling out of the vision he had been so wrapped up in. It had been intense, the emotions that Tatsumi and Muraki felt that previous evening was thick and clung to every corner of the villa. He felt betrayal well up inside him. All this time, Tatsumi had been with Muraki. And not only that, he loved him.

Another cry of pain made Hisoka look up. "Are you all right?" Watari asked.

"Stop him!" Hisoka said in a whisper and when he realized what was suddenly happening, he leapt on his feet and frantically shook Watari by the coat. "We have to stop him! He's going to kill Tatsumi!"

"What?" Watari yelled out, simply out of pure shock.

There was a crashing noise and both Shinigamis turned to find Touda who had wrapped his victim around its tail flung him across the room with all his strength, burning the victim in the process. "Tsuzuki!" Hisoka called out. "Stop him! Stop! That's not Muraki!"

Tsuzuki turned around sharply, eyes wide. "What?" Tsuzuki cursed under his breath and signaled Touda to stop. The tern snake immediately obeyed, pulling back and stopping its attacks and instead, turned its silver eyes towards its victim, who was now lying face down on top of some fallen concrete bleeding and burned in many places. Tsuzuki, Hisoka and Watari hurriedly approached the body of `Muraki'. His white coat was now gray in color, torn and marred, and burned in more than one place. They could see the skin beneath the clothing and the glasses that the prestige-looking doctor always wore was nowhere to be seen.

Tsuzuki crouched on his legs and was about to reach out for the unmoving body, when said body started to cough violently. The moonlight danced upon the fallen figure, highlighting the suave brown hair and blood dripping from the victim's lips on the dusty ceramic floor. Tsuzuki's eyes widened, when the face turned and sapphire eyes looked up at him. Tsuzuki felt horror washed him. What did he just do? He could feel the tears pricking behind his eyes, and more guilt washed over him when Tatsumi gave him a smile that he so specially reserved just for him.

"Looks like you're back to your normal and functioning self. I only hope that you do better with paper work." Tatsumi then fell on his back, turned to his side and coughed violently again, more blood gushing out of his mouth. He was now soaked in the red, the wounds from Touda's crushing bleeding ferociously.

"Why didn't you say something?" Tsuzuki said in a low hollowed voice, his hair covering his face, as his eyes remained downcast.

"Because you wouldn't believe me if I tried to." Tatsumi said and groaned rather loud before he suddenly heaved up blood, adding more to the pool already forming around him.

"Why do you say that? How can I not believe you?" Tsuzuki yelled, eyes now flowing with tears. "How could you say that?" He asked in a low voice, lowering his eyes down. Hisoka swallowed, hoping that Tatsumi wouldn't answer that question just now. It just wouldn't be right at the moment. Watari just looked away. The blonde man knew that something was up and he was sure whatever it was, it would definitely not make Tsuzuki happy.

"Because -" Tatsumi clenched his hands to fists and slowly got his feet. He was shaking rather violently and could feel the chills building up against him. He was suddenly so drained. By now, his healing abilities should have kicked in. He was surprised that the wounds were not closing as fast. In fact, if possible, he was getting weaker and weaker. "Y-You would n-not believe m-m-me if I-I-I told y-you that I l-l-love Mu-Muraki." His knees suddenly buckled and fell on his side with a gasp.

Tatsumi's words rang true. Watari and Tsuzuki were looking at him as if the ever-so-straight-headed secretary of JuOhCho had just gone of his rocker. Hisoka would have reacted just like them but after that assaulted vision, he acted otherwise. The sixteen-year old boy did not know how to feel just yet. Should he fell betrayed? Lost? Happy? Angry? Murderous over Muraki? Or even Tatsumi? What? Hisoka chose to look away, closing his eyes. The sound of the shifting of damp clothes made him look over at Tatsumi who was trying to stand up again. No way in the seven heavens or hell would any shinigami be able to stand after that particular assault from a Shikigami. Especially one like Touda. But Tatsumi was motivated and something burned in him to keep him going. Hisoka could feel that it was something to do with the silver-haired doctor.

Hisoka ignored Watari and Tsuzuki who was still trying to digest whatever words that just flew out of Tatsumi's mouth. He headed for secretary's side and helped him up. "I'm sorry." He mumbled and Tatsumi looked up at him weakly as he leaned on the shorter boy for support. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have judged so hastily."

"Don't worry about it." Tatsumi said, coughing up more blood that it was starting to scare even Hisoka. The coughing fits should have stopped by now. At least he wasn't stuttering on his words anymore. Perhaps it was a positive sign. "Anyone with a bad background with the doctor would have reacted the same way."

Hisoka bit his lower lip. Tatsumi would have normally lectured him about having brash judgments. What happened to the old Tatsumi? When did he become so mellow? Was this the effect of the doctor on him?

"I have to go." Tatsumi said.

"Where?" Tsuzuki suddenly said, going to the other side of Tatsumi and giving him more support. "We have to get you to the hospital. You need to heal!"

"No!" Tatsumi snapped and coughed up crimson liquid again. This time, all three visible winced. "I have to go see him. Let me go. I'll be fine!"

"Oh I bet you will!" Tsuzuki said sarcastically. "Where is this place you want go?" He asked, forcing a smile, but tears were sliding down his cheeks even more.

*

Tatsumi fumbled with the cabin's door. It was guilt that made Tsuzuki and the others help him back to this place. But in his heart, he knew they felt betrayed because of his love for Muraki. Who would have thought that he'd fall for him anyway? He himself was having a hard time believing it. But it was there - the warm feeling he felt with just being under the same roof with the doctor.

"K-Kazutaka?" He weakly called out and stared around the living room of the small cabin. He heard no noise and automatically headed for the bedroom. He tried to quicken his pace but his wounds was the same as it was some time ago. It hadn't even closed just a little bit. It scared Tatsumi, but finding his lover had clouded his mind. He tightened his grip on the doorframe as he pushed the door of the bedroom open.

It was still dark but enough moonlight filtered through the room for Tatsumi to see the outline of Muraki on the bed. He stumbled towards the bed but before he could even reach it, he collapsed in the middle of the room on the round plush floor rug, a pool of blood forming and soaking the rug. Watari, Hisoka and Tsuzuki made a move to be next to their comrade but when Muraki sat up from the bed, they stopped by the door.

"Seichiro?" Muraki got off the bed and knelt next to him, gathering the lean frame of the secretary in his arms. Muraki felt - and was horrified - the life slowly drip out of Tatsumi. "You're not healing!" He said in panic.

"I figured that much." Tatsumi said and gasped as he his chest tightened. It was quite miraculous in a sick way that he could still cough out blood after coughing what could have been his entire circulatory system already. "I don't know why." He said sadly and looked deep in to Muraki's eyes.

Muraki wasn't wearing his glasses and was dressed in a plain cotton gray pajama bottoms and nothing else. To Tatsumi, he looked beautiful. With or without clothes, Muraki always managed to make Tatsumi feel the heat creep his neck. Even when he was in the verge of passing out, he could feel whatever body heat he had left creep up his red soaked neck. Muraki's eyes formed beads of crystal that slowly dropped down to his cheeks.

"You're crying." Tatsumi said, not quite understanding why. "Why?"

Muraki just gathered him tightly and pressed his pale cheek on Tatsumi's. "I'm loosing you." He said in a hoarse and sad whisper.

"I see." Tatsumi said and swallowed hard. His throat was dry and he could no longer feel his legs and arms. Numb, that was how he felt. Very, very numb. Tatsumi closed his eyes, the warm salty tears of the doctor now trickling down his ashen and blood streaked face. "I'm sorry."

Muraki could only tighten his hold on him. The doctor could hear Tatsumi's weakening heart, the way its heartbeats seemed to become rather irregular by each passing minute. Shinigami's were immortals. They weren't supposed to die because they're already dead. Yet, in his arms laid one whose breath was becoming slower and slower and slower. "You creatures aren't supposed to die." Muraki said, kissing Tatsumi's bloody temple, staining his lips red in the process. Muraki resembled a vampire - pale against the moonlight, who looked like he had his first feed in the evening with his blood stained lips. But that was just it. He was beautiful and that sight was forever etched in Tatsumi's memory. It was strange that how Muraki's red stained lips reminded Tatsumi of the first time they had sex. "You're not supposed to die."

Tatsumi brought a hand up to Muraki neck, letting his thumb draw little circles. "Touda can be a bit rough." At Tatsumi's words, Tsuzuki purposely looked away, turning his back to the two lovers. "I have no regrets." Muraki closed his eyes, bringing up his own hand to rest on top of Tatsumi, pressing the open and rather cold palm to his face. "I have no regrets for loving you." He whispered and then he closed his eyes. Muraki's lips trembled. Tatsumi's head was resting on his shoulder, his palm still tracing circles on cheek.

Muraki could feel his chest somewhat tighten. Then the light drawing of circles stopped. Muraki's eyes snapped open wildly, pupils dilating. Hisoka saw the reaction and stumbled back on to Watari who quickly grabbed him before the boy fell back. A cry left out Muraki's lips. Tsuzuki who had his back turned to them felt the tears gush down his cheeks.

"Anou - Tatsumi!" Watari gasped.

All eyes shifted to Tatsumi's figure. Muraki's eyes widened when the body in his arms began to give out a very bright glow. He watched with an expression mixed with horror and amazement as Tatsumi slowly began to dissolve before his very eyes in to hundreds of glowing sparks that as seconds ticked by, they dimmed in to the night air. Muraki hugged Tatsumi's upper body and soon he was just hugging himself.

Tatsumi was finally gone.

Silence reigned over them. It was the first time for all three shinigamis to witness the death of another shinigami. Hisoka looked at Muraki who remained in the kneeling position, arms around himself. Hisoka wondered where the traces of the heartless madman went. Then he remembered the vision he saw of Muraki and Tatsumi in an intimate situation. Tsuzuki turned around and looked at the doctor. Muraki remained unmoving in his kneeling position. Only then did Tsuzuki notice the continuous dropping of crystal tears on the bloody carpet.

Tsuzuki found his voice. "M-Muraki." He said, but the doctor did not look up.

"I'm not mad at you." Muraki said, his head still dipped low. Tsuzuki clenched his fists, glaring at Muraki.

"You have every right to be!" Tsuzuki lashed out, his emotional side getting the best of him. "If - If you loved him, you would be angry!"

Muraki looked up then, and gave Tsuzuki a sad smile. "He wouldn't have wanted me to be angry at you." Tsuzuki just grimaced a bit but glared even harder. There were no words that he could think of that could reply to what Muraki just said. Muraki then looked down. "He also wouldn't have wanted you to drown yourself in guilt." Tsuzuki felt the sudden urge to strangle Muraki then and there. Then again, Muraki's words hit home. It was typical of Tatsumi to think or want such things from him. "Don't blame yourself. For Seichiro's sake. Don't blame yourself."

"What about you?" Hisoka asked, letting go of Watari for a while.

"What about me?" Muraki asked, looking up at Hisoka. He then smiled sadly again. "I pretty much lost everything now, didn't I?" He dropped his gaze again. "I'm sorry. That was selfish."

Hisoka wanted to scream no at him. No, Muraki wasn't the selfish one this time. It was them. They hauled towards the situation without thinking or even trying to understand why Tatsumi would be with Muraki. Tatsumi was a levelheaded man. He knew what the `psychopath' was capable of with that sick and twisted mind of his. And yet he loved him. No, it was not Muraki's fault but their own. It was just on their part that they refused to accept that Tatsumi was in a relationship with the `enemy'.

"Please leave me be." Muraki whispered. "I wish to be alone now." The doctor's arms went around his torso, nails digging in to pearly white skin. There were little red marks visible all over his chest and neck and shoulders - the only physical reminded of his time with Tatsumi. Soon it would fade and soon he would to. Hisoka could feel the black sadness that was growing within Muraki.

Hisoka turned his back to the doctor, Watari following him. Both vanished in to thin air heading back to parallel world. Tsuzuki remained. "I am sorry." He whispered. How ironic. He was the one who was apologizing to the person who should be apologizing for all the inhuman deeds he did in the past.

"I forgive you." Muraki looked up at Tsuzuki, tears trickling down his cheeks, a genuine smile on his face. "I forgive you, Tsuzuki-san."

*

Tsuzuki stared at the book of the dead. The last name had appeared that day and Tsuzuki had personally gone to check if it was true. Now he saw it with his own eyes and he felt some sort of sadness and relief inside him. The marks on Hisoka's body had vanished completely and the boy himself felt something light grow in him in all those years since he became a shinigami. Everyone in Meifu itself was relieved even though nothing insane or out of ordinary did happen. But somehow, to those who did not know the truth, it was comforting.

He lived his life till the age of fifty-eight and he did not take in any lovers nor did he start a family. He lived an honest life and worked in a well-respected hospital. His death had been sudden. The heart attack was never expected at all. He fell in to coma for two months until one night he just slipped away.

"That was last night." Tsuzuki said loudly to himself. He stared at the book of the dead once more.

Muraki Kazutaka.

Tsuzuki left the agency and headed for earth. He was walking in circles, not really caring where he would go. He thought of Muraki and life he lead. During Tsuzuki's free times, he would go and check up on the doctor every now and then. For several years not once did Muraki made a go at suicide. Whatever loneliness he felt within him, he kept it discrete and never allowed it to mingle with his duty as a doctor. In time, Tsuzuki forgot the anger he had for the doctor but there was still that small spot of black in the never-ending white. There were nights when he witnessed Muraki just sit on his chair in his apartment and stare at the evening sky. Muraki also had to take a sleeping pill or two before he slept. Hisoka told him once that Muraki never had peaceful sleep from the gaping hole of loss that was inside his being. But Tsuzuki never saw him complain or show his inner turmoil. He dealt with it and remained alive for several years.

Tsuzuki knew that if he were in Muraki's place, he would not have the courage to keep going the way he did.

He passed by the cemetery and entered it. He walked silently towards a particular tombstone that many people had been gathered around earlier that day. He stared at the white marble slate and swallowed a lump on in his throat, a tear suddenly trickling down his cheek.

"I'm sorry." He whispered and closed his eyes. "I am so sorry."

A gentle breeze blew by and Tsuzuki raised his face towards it. He opened his eyes to the clear blue sky and swallowed again. He looked at the marble slate and noticed two flower petals lying upon it.

Black and White.

Tsuzuki felt a smile tug his lips.

Perhaps in time he'd learn to forget everything the silver-haired doctor did completely and learn to live a life the Muraki and Tatsumi did.

Honesty and bravery.

FIN

This is a late chapter! Oh my GOSH! I am sorry but you guys are probably sick and tired to hearing me apologize. But I'm really SORRY! College work has gotten way over my head. Consider this a late Valentines special.

I want to thank all those wonderful readers who have spent their precious time reading my work! Also to those who have added me to their list of favorite authors! Man, I'm so flattered!

This ending is a bit odd. I didn't feel it would be right for Muraki to just kill himself after loosing Tatsumi. I wanted him to be portrayed as a brave and honest man. Heck, lets face it! Based on this fic, I think Muraki and Tatsumi had been honest with each other otherwise both would have each other by their throats from the beginning, get my drift? But it is a rather strange ending, or so I feel. But I do not wish to change it. But I still feel strange. Bah! Well the black and white petals show some significance on where those two are now right? As for the shinigami's death - well, I made that up. I imagined that shinigamis would just vanish in lights or something. Oh well, let it be your imagination then.

I have enjoyed writing this fic (ignoring the fact that I have kept hidden for so long) and I sincerely hope that my dear readers have enjoyed reading it too! Many thanks to all those who reviewed I am forever grateful!

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