Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Did it hurt when you fell from the heavens? ❯ Muraki's dolls ( Chapter 7 )

Hi! I have decided to post the next chapter now, so that I have time with my other works.

I believe that I forgot to mention some pairings in the beginning… but I m sure that it will wore itself out! This chapter is mostly a flash back about Hisoka and my character Shiro. I m bad at creating characters, so I made Shiro simple. I got a few complains for making the last chapter short… well.. if I say it like this: When I write every chapter, I don't look at the size of it before posting. I'll try to make the chapters longer from now on, but I can't promise anything.

Did it hurt when you fell from the heavens?

Chapter seven: Muraki's dolls

"Wake up, baka! Its morning and we got some things to discuss"

"Go away, Watari… zzz… just five more minutes…" Tsuzuki mumbled as he threw the blanket over his head to block out the annoying light. Even half asleep he could feel the body sitting on the madras beside him tense.

"Watari? You know Watari…?"

Tsuzuki sighed, sat up slowly and yawed. He had never felt so well rested before. He rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes as he looked to his side. He smiled widely as he spotted Hisoka. "Ohayo, Hisoka-kun! Did you sleep well?" he asked sweetly.

Hisoka didn't smile back as he starred at Tsuzuki with wide eyes. He moved closer to the amethyst eyed angel and frowned. "You know Watari? Watari Yutaka?" he asked again. His emerald eyes bore into the amethyst ones, demanding an answer.

Tsuzuki was startled by the question. How did this boy know about Watari? Could he be on Muraki's side, after all, Muraki knew about Tatsumi. "Y-yeah… I know about him. He's my best friend… how do you know about him? Ne?" he asked. He really wanted to know how Hisoka knew about his friend.

Hisoka sighed and drew his knees up to his chest, hugging his legs close tom himself. He started ahead of him, not facing Tsuzuki. "I know about Watari… through his lover Shiro…"

"Shiro?! You have met Shiro? Then… you must know about what he really was…" Tsuzuki said and gazed sadly at Hisoka. If Hisoka had met Shiro, the blond boy must know about the angels. Not even Hisoka could have missed the almost white wings that had adored the blue eyed angel's back.

Hisoka buried his face in his knees. "I told you that the only reason I saved you was because I needed your help… that wasn't really the truth. When I saw you the first time, when Muraki used you, I saw your eyes"

"My eyes?" Tsuzuki asked. What was so special about his eyes? Sure had noticed that humans that had come to the heavens never had amethyst eyes or something like that, but still.

Hisoka lifted his face just enough so he could look at Tsuzuki. "Your eyes remind me of Shiro. You and Shiro both have the same strange eye colour, even though you have amethyst ones instead of heaven blue…" he finished and lowered his face back to rest on his knees.

Tsuzuki crept closer to the blond boy until he sat just beside him. The angel placed a hand on Hisoka's shoulder. "Tell me about him… how did he die?" He really wanted to know. Watari had been devastated ever since he had vanished from the heavens. He had acted cheerful but deep inside, Tsuzuki knew, that he was breaking down in grief. `I know that Tatsumi likes Watari… if only he has the courage to tell him, maybe Watari and he could…'

Hisoka looked up at Tsuzuki before he turned his gaze to the wall. He took a deep breath. "I saved Shiro from Muraki as I did with you last night… but we didn't get away… we got caught by his servants on the way out…"

*Flash back*

Shiro stopped suddenly, making Hisoka bump into him. "We're trapped!" he shouted as several dark shaped surrounded them. "What shall we do?" he asked the other blond as he backed away from the reaching hands.

Hisoka looked for a way past the creatures. He didn't want to admit it, but the situation looked bad. He had never thought that he would end up captured for trying to save a boy that he had heard screaming from the streets. When he had sneaked into the mansion, he had expected that he could take the poor boy out without trouble, but now they were surrounded by creatures that were nonhuman.

The blond boys backed the same way that they had come, not knowing what was behind them. Their eyes were stuck on the dark creatures, as they followed them with their blood red eyes. The demons suddenly stilled, confusing the two scared boys. They were not prepared when a hand fell on their shoulders and a warm breath touched their ears. Hisoka turned his head a bit and saw a metallic haired man leaning over their shoulders, breathing into their ears.. "Thought that you could escape, ne? You and I have unfinished business," he rubbed Shiro's shoulder as he smiled. He turned one visible grey eye to look at the emerald eyed boy on his other side. "And you have to be punished for trying to steal my property"

Hisoka twisted loose from the man and glared at him. He noted that Shiro was frozen in fright and didn't make a move to try to get away. Hisoka turned his glare back to the white clad man and put up his fist, ready to fight if necessary. "No person can be another ones property! You can't own another person's life!" he shouted.

The white clad man chuckled and adjusted his thin framed glasses. "My, my, aren't dense, boy? This young lad is mine, I have taken him to this world myself" he said and embraced the still boy that was still in his grasp. He smiled and motioned to the creatures behind Hisoka. "Where are my manners? I m Muraki Kazutaka, and you are?"

Hisoka could feel his blood boil. "Hisoka Kurosaki, but that has nothing to do with the fact that you are abusing a teenage boy! Everyone has heard his screams for days! What kind of father are you?!" he hissed.

Muraki looked surprised before he chuckled even louder, making the blond in his arms shake in fright. Muraki looked at Hisoka, his eye filled with laughter. "Father? Heavens no. I m not this boy's father"

Hisoka stood still as he was grabbed by the demons, knowing that fighting wouldn't help. He stared at Shiro and Muraki. He was confused beyond words. "But you said that you brought him to this world!" he said as he was pushed closer to Muraki. "What were meaning by that?!"

Muraki tilted his head as he shook his head. "That is too complicated for you. What I meant by bringing him to this world, stays between me and Shiro here… right?" he asked and looked down at the blue eyed boy.

Shiro stared at Hisoka, to afraid to speak. His sky blue eyes were filled with despair and fright. He didn't fight Muraki, as the white clad man dragged him of in the same direction the boys had fled from.

Muraki led the group to a narrow hall. They wandered the hall for a short while before arriving to a door in the end of the hall. The door itself didn't look stranger then an ordinary door, but the décor around it looked like old letters that none could read. Muraki opened the room and the otherwise dark hallway was filled with light.

Hisoka flinched at the sudden light show. When his eyes had adjusted themselves to the light, he opened them. The room he saw was stunning, beautiful even. The room was HUGE! Painted in plain white it reflected the light, making the light almost unbearable. Hisoka noticed that one of the walls had been painted to resemble a flower field. A chair stood in front of the wall and a few meters away stood an easel with a big unfinished painting resting on it. At the far wall hung tons of small pictures, every one framed and decorated with a nametag. He couldn't see any of the names or se their faces, but he got a feeling that none of the persons on the pictures were smiling.

Muraki pushed Shiro forwards the chair. When the blond hesitated, he rested his hand on his shoulder again. "You know what I want you to do, and it would be wise to not disappoint me" he turned to the Slowaks that held the stunned Hisoka. "Bind him and leave him by the wall. He shall see what I have been doing for the last couple of days. After that, I'll punish him for entering my home with out a proper invitation" he looked back to the blue eyed boy. "Do as I say or your new little friend will join you on the painting"

Shiro darted his gaze between Muraki and Hisoka before he sighed. "I'll do as you say, I'll even stop struggling…just don't hurt him" he said, no louder then a whisperer. He turned to the lone chair that stood in front of the painted wall and slowly made his way over to it. He sat down in it just as Hisoka's hands were tied behind his back.

Muraki made sure that Hisoka was properly bound before he walked over to the easel and checked every paintbrush and colour. After have poked through the many tubes, he frowned. Straightening his back, he turned to face the blue eyed boy that had cast his gaze to the floor in defeat. "I must get more blue colour, I m out of it. I hope that you don't back out on your word, young one. I trust that you don't try to escape while I m absent" he said, his grey orb stuck on the broken boy.

"I won't try to escape, Mr. Kazutaka" Shiro said, never raising his gaze. "I won't move from this spot as long as you promise that Hisoka won't be harmed"

Muraki nodded and swiftly left the room, leaving some Slowaks to guard the door, just in case.

Hisoka made sure that Muraki had really gone before he started to struggle in his bounds. "Now, Shiro! Untie me so we can get out from here!" he said as he felt the rope dig into his wrists.

Shiro shook his head. "No, I can't. If I do that, Muraki will kill you…"

"He will kill me anyway! No matter what you do, I m doomed for ever entering here! Please, Shiro… don't give up…"

"Gomen, Hisoka… but even if I escaped I could never return home. I want to ask you a favour if you make it out from here…"

Hisoka felt tears in his eyes. He hand never seen a person so broken, so… ready to die. He hung his head as he drew a shaky breath. "What?"

Shiro turned his sky blue eyes to look at Hisoka. His eyes shone as the light reflected from them. "If you make it out from here… if you ever meet a man named Watari Yutaka… tel him… that I love him still…" he said as tears streamed down his face. "I never got the chance to say `good bye'..." he ended with a sob, letting the tears fall freely.

Hisoka was about to shout at the crying boy, tell him that they would make it out together, when Muraki re-entered the room. He looked at the two blonds before sitting down before the easel. He picked up a fine brush and dipped it into the blue colour he had gotten. "Look up, boy, let me se your eyes"

For a while Muraki painted. He directed Shiro how he wanted him to sit, look or turn his head. He looked like he knew exactly what he was doing. Hisoka had long stopped looking at the scene. A soft click told him that the white clad man had set the brush down. Hisoka looked up to see Muraki stand and walk over to Shiro. He grasped the blue eyed boy's chin in his slim hand and made him look into his grey eye.

"You have done well, boy. Your beauty is forever captured on my painting… but you know what will come now…" he said and leaned over the now terrified boy. His demonic right eye started to glow as they were surrounded by a white smoke.

Hisoka struggled hard against the ropes. He stared at the scene that was displayed before his eyes. Muraki was hurting Shiro, and hurting him bad. He almost screamed as much as Shiro did. "MURAKI!!! LEAVE HIM ALONE! YOU ARE KILLING HIM!!!"

Muraki only chuckled, his voice almost hard to hear over Shiro's screams. "That's the point, boy. I m giving his soul to my master! I M HANDING THE DEVIL ANOTHER SOUL!" he raised his voice. With another scream, Shiro became silent and Muraki released the boy's shoulders. He straitened his back and adjusted his glasses that had slid down his pale nose. "I handed the devil a nice soul…"

Hisoka just sat there. His emerald eyes stared at the boy that had slumped down to the floor. He saw that Shiro wasn't breathing, he was dead. The sky blue eyes were now dull and lifeless as they looked at him. Hisoka had to turn his eyes away from the nasty scene. He couldn't bear to look at the lifeless body of his friend. `I'll kill him for this! I swear to God! I'll kill him as he killed Shiro!' he promised himself. He never turned to look as Slowaks came into the room. He heard Muraki order something and he knew that they were dragging of with the body.

"Scared, boy?"

Hisoka turned and saw that Muraki was standing over him. He jerked when the white clad killer grabbed his hair.

"You should have thought of the fact that you would not make out of here alive. You will make a beautiful painting… my doll"

*End Flash back*

"… Muraki… used me like you last night. I managed to get away when he forgot to tie me when painting. I went back there to find a way to get revenge"

Tsuzuki swallowed. He had never thought that even Muraki could be so cruel. After all, Hisoka was only a BOY! "You went back? Why?"

Hisoka shrugged. "I told you, to find a way to get revenge on him. I have seen Muraki with other people in his bed. I thought that they were forced to sleep with him, like you and me… but they betrayed me when I `saved' them. They gave me to Muraki… there for I don't help anyone anymore. I m afraid to be betrayed…" Hisoka finished.

Tsuzuki looked at the sobbing boy. "Yet you saved me… believe me, Hisoka, I won't give you to Muraki. I promise that I'll help you. I want to revenge Shiro as well! Let's work together!" he smiled and reached out with his hand. "Team?"

Hisoka looked up from his folded arms. His emerald eyes gazed at the hand that Tsuzuki had stuck out. The blond smiled and wiped his tears away, before he grabbed the offered hand.

"Team"

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Gomen for making Hisoka so OOC, but I kind of like the idea of a little softer Hisoka then in the tv series!