Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Games of the Mind and Pleasure ❯ The Nightmares We Share ( Chapter 8 )

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-Kira's Hotel Room-

 

 

 

 

 

Hisoka sits on top of Kira's king-size bed, the red silk-sheets on the bed were the color of blood; a color that reminded him too much of the night that was his downfall, as he waited for Kira to emerge from the bathroom.

 

“Let's return to the hotel and I'll explain everything…”, he recalls Kira telling him.

 

`Kira better tell me everything and not avoid it!', he bitterly thinks, hearing the toilet and the water from the bathroom-sink turn on.

 

The bathroom door opens and Kira walks out adjusting his- or should I say- her ponytail, she was wearing a red string-strap tank-top with built-in bra; angry red-lines crisscrossing her chest from the bandages she had tightly wrapped around them to make her large A-cups look flat, and a black ankle-length skirt made from a light-weight cotton that swept against her ankles as she walks towards the bed.

 

“Hisoka, I am so sorry that I lied to you…”, Kira apologizes, as she sits down on the edge of the bed, “You want the truth and I'll give it to you… My name really is Kira Inugami, I was 21 when I died last week from suicide by diabetic-shock, and as you can tell, I'm actually a woman… And the reason I became a Shinigami was so I could find and kill Hiromi to protect my younger brother, who is in Tokyo…”

 

“You have a younger brother?”, Hisoka asks, his curiosity getting the better of him.

 

“Yes, his name is Akira Inukai; friends call him Kira-kun”, she nods, “and he's going to be turning 17 in a few weeks… Which would make him about the same age as you…”, she adds, smiling.

 

“… `about the same age'…?”, Hisoka mutters, as an image from his past flashes in his mind and the image of the woman; who stayed by his side for the three-years he laid bed-ridden in the hospital while being slowly cursed to death, started to clear up and her features came into focus, “It was you! You were the woman who stayed with me when my parents never came!”, he shouts, bolting onto his feet.

 

“About time you remembered, Hisoka-kun”, she laughs, reaching up to ruffle his hair up with her hand, sending a sense of familiarity through his body.

 

`It really is her!', he thinks, as he lets her pull him back onto the bed and pull him into a warm sisterly-hug, like she used to give him years ago when he was depressed by his parents not coming to visit him.

 

“It's alright now Hisoka, I'm here…”, she reassuringly states, “I believe you Hisoka… I know you were murdered… Because I saw what had happened to you that spring-night under the Sakura-trees…”, she adds, finally saying the words she wanted to say when he first died.

 

“Huh…?”, he gasps, pushing himself from her embrace, “What do you mean by `you saw what happened to me'?”

 

“It was that spring-night in 1993, I couldn't sleep and had decided to take a walk under the cherry-blossoms trees near my dorm. The sight was breath-taking until I saw the moon turn as red as blood and underneath one of the trees, I saw a man with silver-hair and clad in white hold onto the body of a woman and plunge a scalpel into her chest; killing her. Fearing for my life, I hide behind a tree and prayed that he wouldn't find me. Unfortunately, someone else had seen the murder and as the other witness took a step back to escape from what he had seen, his sandal had stepped on a twig, snapping it and drawing the killer's attention. From my hiding-spot I saw the poor boy, he was about 13 years old…”, she sadly explains.

 

“Me…”, Hisoka whispers.

 

“The rest you know… and I had seen all that he had done to you…”

 

“If you witnessed it, why didn't you go to the cops?”, he coldly asks.

 

“Think about it, Hisoka. If I went to the cops and told them that I saw a man kill a woman and rapped a young boy, don't you think it would be strange that when the cops came to question the victim about the rape that he couldn't remember because it was sealed away by the killer… I'd be the one thrown into the loony-bin or jail even!”

 

“You've got a point there…”

 

“Well, the past is the past… We can't change it, right?”, she shrugs, “By the way, your partner Tsuzuki, would given name be Asato?”

 

“Ah… Yeah, his full name is Asato Tsuzuki…”, he hesitantly says, “Why?”

 

“Nothing really, it's just I met him about two years ago in Nagasaki when I had gone with my brother's class as a chaperon… Stupid knuckle-head nearly got himself killed if I hadn't saved him…”

 

“You saved Tsuzuki?!”

 

“He didn't know what he was up against and almost got his ass fried…”, she laughs at the memory.

 

“That sounds like something Tsuzuki would do…”

 

“Hey Hisoka?”

 

“What?”

 

“Give me your hands, I'll show you…”, she replies, “Plus it'll count as a mental-exercise in helping you control your powers…”, she adds, sitting cross-legged on the bed and holds out her hands to him.

 

“O-okay…”, he says, placing his hands into her hands.

 

“Now I want you to close your eyes and focus on narrowing the scope of your mental-sight on finding the memory I want to show you, and don't worry, I'll make finding the memory easy, for now…”, she instructs.

 

“A-alright…”, he nods, concentrating on finding the memory.

 

 

 

 

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-Ten Minutes Later-

 

 

 

 

Hisoka pants for breath with sweat dripping from his chin, he had failed in locating the memory he was suppose to find, instead he had stumbled across the memories of Kira's brother; Akira, freaking out thinking he was going to die when he hit puberty, the memory of Kira and her family moving from Izumo to Tokyo, and the memory of Kira graduating from High-school, all of which made Kira lightly chuckle as she remembered them.

 

“I…I can't… do it…”, he pants.

 

“It's okay, try one more time…”, she says.

 

“Okay…”, he replies, closing his eyes again.

 

As his mind wanders inside of Kira's mind searching, a low echoing voice calls to him from behind one of the doors that concealed memories behind them, only this door was different in color from the others; a pitch-black when the others were chestnut-brown.

 

“No Hisoka! Not that one!”, Kira mentally screams; instructing him for the first time since they started the exercise, as he reaches for the door-knob to open the door, his body not obeying him as he turns the knob and pulls the black door open, releasing the memory.

 

 

 

 

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-Memory World-

 

 

 

 

Hisoka transparently stands near the inside-edge of a crowd of people as they stood around a casket about to be put into the ground of the cemetery in the small rural-village of the Kanagawa prefecture Hisoka called home during his life, it was a funeral; his funeral.

 

Beside him stood Kira of the memory wearing a black kimono and holding a bouquet of white Calla lilies.

 

(What is an outsider doing here?), he heard someone say, but not out loud it was mentally read by Kira's empathy as she walks towards the casket and places the flowers onto it and whispers, “I'll miss you, Hisoka-kun… I hope you enjoy the flowers, lilies stand for purity and innocence…Like your soul…”, then she turns away from the casket and formally bows to Hisoka's parents; Nagare and Rui Kurosaki, allowing her powers to pick up their thoughts.

 

(This isn't good…Without Hisoka, the Kurosaki blood-line will end and Yatonokami will return…), Nagare thinks, wincing in slight pain as another voice speaks inside his head, (You're a failure Nagare…), the other voice hisses, which caused Kira to suppress a shudder as the other voice grated against her mind.

 

(Unfortunately, the monster is dead and my husband has to endure for a while longer…), Rui thinks, stroking her swollen abdomen and the aura permeating from the child in the womb sent a chill down Kira's spine, the aura was thick and foul like something evil.

 

`Something isn't right with this family… Though I regret to think this, but Hisoka-kun… you were lucky you died when you did, or you would have been apart of this insanity!', Kira thinks, as she walks away from his parents and stands back among the crowd of villagers, `But my curiosity has been intrigued, who is Yatonokami?'

 

When the funeral ends and the crowd disperses, Kira approaches the head of the Kurosaki family again, “Kurosaki-sama, could you possibly give me a moment of your time sir…”, she says, bowing again.

 

“Certainly young lady, but I don't believe I know your name”, Nagare says.

 

“My name is Kira Inukai, sir. I met your son while he was in the hospital…”, she replies.

 

“I thank you for keeping my `heir' company in his final moments”, Nagare nods, turning to walk away again.

 

“Kurosaki-sama, I do have a question…”, Kira adds, “Who or what is Yatonokami?”

 

Nagare stops walking and turns to look at her again, “How do you know that name…?”, he asks in a shaky voice, fear permeating from his mind so much so that Kira barely had to use her empathy to sense it.

 

“I heard it somewhere, so who is Yatonokami?”

 

“Young lady, I advise that you stop putting your nose where it doesn't belong…”, he coldly warns.

 

“I'll find out sooner or later…”, she says, “I guarantee it…”, she coldly adds, turning to walk away, only to suddenly see a flash of multi-colored lights flash in front of her eyes as pain courses through her head and she collapses towards to the ground.

 

“What should do with her?”, Kira heard through the haze of pain, whose voice it was she couldn't tell.

 

“Well, we can't have her finding out the secret about the curse on our family…”

 

“We could kill her…”

 

“No, she most likely will have family who'll come looking for her. We're just going to have to depose of her another way…”

 

“But how…?”

 

“I know a way…”

 

The memory fades to black and when the memory resumes, a female doctor is shining a flashlight into her eye, causing her to wince from the brightness.

 

“Oh good, you're awake…”, the doctor says.

 

“Where am I…?”, Kira groggily asks.

 

“Tokyo hospital…”

 

Kira tries to sit up but she finds her wrists bound inside padded-restraints, “What is going on?”, she questions, struggling to free herself.

 

“You attack someone in Kanagawa and you've been brought here for mental evaluation…”, a male voice says.

 

`You!', Kira screams out in her head.

 

“Muraki!”, Hisoka spat, as he watches the psychotic, silver-haired doctor walk into the room.

 

“It seems that you have quite a temper, Miss…”, Muraki states, hiding his murderous-side behind the mask of a good doctor who laments over his inability to save lives, as he walks towards the bed.

 

`This dark foreboding feeling… There is no end to his darkness…', she thinks, as Muraki walks over to the female doctor and explains that he'll be taking over Kira's care.

 

“O-of course, Dr. Muraki…”, the woman stammers, before leaving.

 

“Now my dear…”, he sneers, turning his gaze back to Kira strapped down to the bed, “Shall I start your treatment?”, he mocks, allowing his true face as a secret serial killer and rapist show, as he walks closer to the bed and reaches out to touch her, `My beautiful doll…'

 

“Don't you touch me with your blood-stained hands, murderer!”, Kira shouts, kicking him in the face hard enough to knock his glasses off his face and cause him to fall to the floor, despite the restraints, she then flexes her body so she could pull the Velcro-straps back on the restraints; freeing herself, with her teeth, and back-flips landing on the floor in a crouch like a cat.

 

“Kuku-kuku… I toy that fights back…”, Muraki purrs in predatory satisfaction as he picks himself up off the floor, “I like that…”, he chuckles, pulling out a small single-round gun from his pocket, “But enough games…”, he sternly says, pulling the trigger and a dart plants itself into her shoulder and she instantly finds herself unable to keep her balance as her vision begins to haze.

 

She starts to collapse, hope for the relief of the stone floor, but Muraki catches her in his arms and lays her back down onto the bed, strapping her wrists again.

 

“Such a beautiful doll with some much spunk, and such a lovely colored eyes, like garnets in the sunlight and hair like ebony…”, he whispers as if the two of them were in love, as he strokes her cheek with his fingers, “So beautiful…My little snow white…”

 

Tears build in Kira's glazed over eyes as she felt and saw what Muraki was planning on doing to her, her tears spilling over onto her cheeks.

 

“Scared my dear, don't worry… I won't hurt you…much…”, he taunts, as his hand began to descend lower on her body.

 

“NO!!”, Hisoka heard someone physically scream out, before he felt himself being physically shoved.

 

 

 

 

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