Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Did it hurt when you fell from the heavens? ❯ The truth about Muraki ( Chapter 14 )

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Chapter fourteen: The truth about Muraki

"This way" the Slowak hissed as it walked down the hall. "We mustn't let Master wait"

Watari hugged himself as the cold seemed to seep into his flesh. "Why is it so cold in here? the main hall was nice and warm, but not I m freezing my wings of" he mumbled to Tsuzuki, not speaking loud enough for the Slowaks to hear.

Tsuzuki looked at the shivering angel. "It's colder here because we are getting closer to the room where tons of angels have been murdered by Muraki... the room where Shiro was killed" he said. He knew that the last part had hurt Watari but it was the truth.

They walked for a few minutes before Tsuzuki spotted the hallway that led to the room where Muraki had held him captive. He expected the Slowaks to go there, but they just continued forward. Soon they reached a well decorated door at the end of the hall. The Slowaks stopped in front of it and looked at the two angels. "Master is waiting for you" the largest one hissed and opened the door.

Tsuzuki and Watari looked at each other before entering. They had only taken five steps into the room when the door was slammed closet behind them. They jumped at the loud noise.

"Have their mothers never taught them not to slam doors?" Watari asked and frowned at the door, his fears gone for the moment.

"I don't believe they have mothers, Watari. They are creations of darkness" Tsuzuki said and looked into the room. "I have never been in here before. It's kind of hard to see what's in here with the lights turned off" he said and narrowed his eyes to see through the darkness.

"Is it light you want, its light you get, Tsuzuki-san"

Tsuzuki knew that voice. "Muraki!" he snapped angrily. Just as he had finished the sentence, the lights came on. Tsuzuki blinked at the sudden light and had to rub his eyes to get rid of the sudden sting the light brought.

"Tsuzuki! Look!" Watari exclaimed as he spotted the something at the far wall.

Tsuzuki looked at what Watari pointed at. What he saw gave him nauseous feeling in his stomach. "Hisoka!" he shouted and made a dash for the blond. He had just taken a few steps before he heard a shout of surprise from behind him. Twisting on his heel he saw the person he hated so much. "Muraki!"

Muraki smirked at Tsuzuki's anger and just pulled the blond angel in his grasp closer to himself. Lifting his free hand, he brought a silver dagger to the long pale neck of the angel. "Welcome to my gallery, Tsuzuki-san" he said and pressed the sharp dagger against Watari's throat as he saw that Tsuzuki made a move forwards him. "Stay where you are, Tsuzuki-san. You don't anything to happen to your friend here, now do you?"

Watari tensed as the cold blade nicked his skin. He couldn't believe that Muraki had surprised him like that. His golden eyes locked with amethyst ones. "Help Hisoka, Tsuzuki!" he pleaded his friend. He wasn't afraid to die, he would gladly perish if his best friend could be happy.

"Let him go, Muraki! It's not him you're after! It me! Let him go!" Tsuzuki snapped at the silver haired man. Muraki wouldn't hurt Watari, would he? He looked at the smirking white clad man and then at the golden haired angel. Seeing the sharp blade cut the skin and a drop of blood came forth, Tsuzuki knew that Muraki would kill his friend. "Let him go" he begged. He couldn't loose Watari.

Muraki smiled. "You care too much for your friends, Tsuzuki-san. It will be your downfall. Now, take a seat in the chair beside that boy. Do not touch him or I'll slit his throat" he said calmly and pressed the dagger harder against Watari's skin.

Watari wanted to shout for Tsuzuki to just grab Hisoka and run, but the blade was pressing to hard against his throat for him to speak. He watched as Tsuzuki turned and walked to the chair Muraki had directed him to. `No, Tsuzuki! Don't do it!' he thought and wiggled in Muraki's grip.

Tsuzuki looked at Hisoka. He saw that the young boy had his head down and Tsuzuki couldn't see his face. Tears threatened to fall as he sat down in the chair beside Hisoka. "Hisoka? Are you awake?" he asked softly, fighting the urge to touch him. When Hisoka didn't react, he looked away from the blond. "I m sorry about earlier, Soka, but no matter what... I'll always love you, just so you know..." he whispered as Muraki moved forwards them. "I returned from the path home to rescue you, but... it looks like I failed..."

Watari couldn't do anything as Muraki pushed him forwards an empty chair. He felt Muraki remove the dagger and he was pushed over to the chair. He turned around with a growl, but Muraki had lifted the dagger once again and now had it pointed between his eyes.

"Sit down, Watari-san. I promised that I wouldn't slit your throat if he sat down, but I m a man that can brake my promises" Muraki said and poked the sharp tip to the flesh between his eyes.

Slowaks came into the room and some of them brought ropes with them. Grabbing Watari's and Tsuzuki's hands they wrenched them behind the chair and tied them hard. Making sure that the ropes were tightly secured, they bowed to Muraki and awaited new orders.

Muraki liked the way things were going. Walking up to the boy he grabbed the soft blond hair and wrenched Hisoka's head back to look into the emerald green eyes. He just smiled at the rage they contained. "Beautiful. The rage suits you, boy. I m almost finished with your portrait, but I think I'll put Tsuzuki's friend on it as well before I kill both of you" he said as he looked at the shocked Watari. "The boy, Shiro, talked about you when I painted him. you will get the empty space beside him" he said and stroked Hisoka's cheek with his free hand. "Don't you worry about Tsuzuki- san I'll take good care of him"

Hisoka growled once and before Muraki had a chance to react, Hisoka had sunk his teeth into the hand holding his cheek. He bit down until he had drawn blood. He felt Muraki rip himself from his grasp and a hand slammed into his cheek and knocked him and the chair backwards.

"Hisoka!" Tsuzuki gasped as he saw the young blond being slammed into the ground. Turning his glare to Muraki, he growled. "Bastard! You raise your hand against someone who can't fight back?! What in this world could have made you this evil?!" he yelled, angry enough to forget his plans. He didn't care if he met Muraki's master, he was so angry that he could kill Muraki right now. His wings, not being tied down, spread out and shoved the Slowaks away from him. "Answer me!"

Muraki just smiled and captured Tsuzuki's chin in his hand. Lowering his head he whispered into Tsuzuki's ear "You really want to know?" He chuckled and kissed Tsuzuki's neck. "My reasons for killing angels is because of my brother Saki" he said with a trace of anger in his voice.

"What did he do?" Tsuzuki asked, feeling uneasy having Muraki this close again.

Muraki glared at the wall behind the amethyst eyed angel. Memories from years before sufficed and the pain from then flared up. "He killed my lover"

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Flashback

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A twenty-one year old Muraki opened his eyes when the sun danced over them. Sighing he buried his nose into the soft hair of his sixteen year old lover. He mumbled a curse as he felt his lover sit up and untangle himself from his grasp.

It had been hard for Muraki to find a place where people didn't jump him for having such a young lover. He had finally found the perfect place in a forest about two kilometers from a nearby village. He and his lover had now lived there for year and the very next day they would celebrate their three year anniversary.

"Good morning, koi. Slept well?" the green eyed boy asked as he turned to face his silver haired lover. A hand came up from the sheets to stroke the soft silver strands. "I m going to make breakfast. You mustn't be late for your exams" he said and kissed Muraki softly on the lips. "Get showered and dressed and have breakfast. I love you" he said and kissed him one more time before sliding out of bed.

Muraki lay on the bed for a few more minutes before dragging himself to the shower. After cleaning himself and dressed for the exams, he went downstairs. He inhaled the smell of freshly warmed bread, fried eggs and beacon. He kissed his lover on the shoulder and sat down to eat his breakfast.

The green eyed youth sat down across from him and eat as well. "When are your exams? I wouldn't miss my lover's doctor exams for the world" he asked after finishing his meal. He took the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher.

"Around two I believe. I must be going now, but I can't wait to see you there" Muraki said and stood to hug his partner. "I love you..." he mumbled into the soft neck.

"I love you as well, Muraki..."

"But he didn't come to my exams. I was a bit angry about it, but I found out that he couldn't have made it to the exams... because of my brother..."

Muraki took of his shoes after closing the door. Taking of the coat and placing his diploma on the small table by the door, he went to search for his lover. He wanted to know why he hadn't showed up. Calling for him didn't give any result. A creepy feeling went down his spine a he went into the living room.

Blood. The walls and floors were coated in it. Red thick blood was splashed across the ceiling. Muraki felt nauseous. "What the hell happened in here?" he asked no one in particular.

"You got a foul mouth there, brother. There is no need to be so foul mouthed"

Muraki turned around sharply and spotted someone on the couch. "Saki! Where is he?!" he snapped, to angry to play any of his brother's sadistic games.

Saki laughed softly and stood up. On his entire front there was blood. A satisfied grin was on his face as he wiped the bloody knife on his trousers. "He? Oh, you mean your little bitch I m I right? Don't worry about him, he has gone to a safer place. A place far away from you" he said and started to walk forwards his silver haired brother. "You want to join him? Let me help you! He sneered and raised the knife. Dashing at his brother, he swung the deadly blade at Muraki. He cursed as his brother moved to the side.

Muraki yelped as the blade caught his right eye, slashing it open. He blindly ran for the door that led to the backyard, but tripped on something on the way. Landing hard he turned to see what he had tripped on. His eyes met the lifeless ones of his lover.

The green eyed boy was lying on the now broken table. His throat had been slashed open and Muraki could spot many stab wounds on his chest. Seeing the large blood trail, Muraki realized that his lover had lived when he had his throat slit open and then fallen on the table and been stabbed over and over again.

Muraki looked up and saw his brother. The blade was lifted high. "Saki, why did you do this?" he asked, sadness taking over his rage. His left hand fumbled for something to protect himself with.

Saki didn't see his brother's movements as he stepped over the dead body. "Why? I'll tell you why, Muraki. I was jealous of you. You had it all. Father's love, a boyfriend, a life that belonged to no one. You are father's little miracle and what am I?! he doesn't even notice me! I m sick of it! If I can't have anything nether will you!!" he screamed and lunged at his brother, intending to kill him.

Muraki pulled out the only thing he could reach: a broken table leg. Holding the sharp end up he prepared to stab his own brother... but a big bang and silence followed. Opening his only eye, Muraki saw his brother standing over him. The murderer stood absolutely still, the point of the table leg pressing against his chest but doing no harm, before he fell to the side with a loud thud. Sitting up, Muraki saw the man who had shot his brother. It was Saki's personal servant.

"Gomen, Muraki-sama. I couldn't let him kill you"
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End flashback

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"... he stole the revenge that should have been mine. I joined with the devil a few years back so that I could go to the heavens and get my revenge. I haven't seen Saki, but I'll gladly fulfill my master's wishes until I find him. even if it means that I have to kill every angel that exist!"

Watari had listened to the whole story. "What was his name, your lover I mean?"

Muraki lifted his head and looked at him. "Hijiri. Minase Hijiri"
corner of his sight that Hisoka was badly off.