Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Just One Night ❯ Wining and Dining ( Chapter 1 )

Title:Just One Night

Anime: Yami no Matsuei

Paring: Muraki/Tsuzuki

Warnings: Yaoi (duh!), Lemon and all that goes with it...

 

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Don't own 'em, just borrowing!

 

A/N: So here's my addition to the YnM fandom! I've been bouncing this one in my head for weeks now, and am happy to finally get it out on paper. Hope you enjoy it!

 

-jailaheyn

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Chapter One: Wining and Dining

 

Tsuzuki stepped out of the limo with trepidation. That mad bastard thought of everything, he thought. The limo was parked in front of the tuxedo rental shop where a perfectly measured black suit was waiting for him. The driver even waited for him to change into before heading off to his final destination, an upscale restaurant called Ripe.

 

Muraki has it all planned, and Tsuzuki had no choice but to go along with it. At least, not if he wanted the information Muraki had.

 

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“One night,” the taller man proposed, pressing himself further against Tsuzuki's unwilling frame, “Give me one night of all of you. Every last unresisting inch of you, and I will reveal all that I've learned of your true past.”

 

“Fast chance, Muraki,” Tsuzuki replied. “You only wish for my body.”

 

The responding chuckle sent shivers through Tsuzuki's spine. “You've no idea. No need to worry, my dear Tsuzuki-san, I've no need for you body in the capacity I did before. Your dragon took care of the last remains of my brother, so your life is not in forfeit. Do we have a deal?”

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Tsuzuki has little choice. After all, no one has studied his life like Muraki and his family.

 

He walked up the stairs and into the restaurant lobby. The maitre'd looked up at him, then gave him a smile of recognition.

 

“You must be Asato Tsuzuki, yes? The doctor told me to look out for a handsome young man with purple eyes. Please come with me; he's already been seated.”

 

Tsuzuki followed the man into the dining area. The place reeked of luxury, with red velveteen curtains flowing from the windows to the floor, blindingly white tablecloths, and a musician playing a soft tune on a grand piano. Men in tuxedos dined with women in long evening dresses while waiters and waitresses dart between tables, offering a wine here, delivering plates of food there. The smells taunted Tsuzuki's senses, and his stomach gurgled in anticipation. Where it not for his “host”, Tsuzuki would have been more pleased to be in such a place.

 

Said “host” was seated at a table far from the others, plants set just so to guarantee privacy. Dr. Muraki smiled at him, pushing his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose. He looked striking in a black tux, similar to what he wore on the Queen Camilla.

 

“Ah, Tsuzuki-san, you're on time. Please have a seat.” He gestured to the empty chair across from him. “I was just about to order drinks.”

 

The matire'd took his leave as Tsuzuki sat down and opened his menu. Muraki ignored his menu, looking pointedly in the direction of his companion.

 

After a few minutes, Tsuzuki looked up. “Do you have to look at me like that, Muraki?”

 

“Like what?” The doctor's eyes betrayed his innocent question.

 

“Like I'm on the menu,” Tsuzuki growled between his teeth. His every intuition had been screaming all day that this was a bad idea. Now they drowned out all the background noise in the building.

 

Muraki laughed lightly, like a parent amused at a child's antics. “But Asato--you don't mind if I call you Asato, do you?--you are on the menu. For later.” He then directed his attention the printed food offerings in front of him. “This place offers mostly Western fare, and the desserts are fantastic, I'm told. Order whatever you wish, you'll need your strength. For later.”

 

The menu was mostly in English, much to Tsuzuki's dismay and Muraki's amusement. The doctor offered translations of each item.

 

“I recommend the veal. It will go well with the wine I'm ordering.”

 

Tsuzuki forced himself to stare at the foreign menu. “A wine? Getting me drunk won't make me enjoy this any more,” he replied. He only wanted to appease Muraki enough to reveal his information.

 

No matter what he had to do.

 

Muraki smiled again. “I think you know as well as I that if I wanted you mindlessly willing, I'd offer a more exotic and potent brew. No, I simply want you to relax a bit and see that you can enjoy my company.”

 

Enjoy Muraki's company? Tsuzuki could barely comprehend the thought. The man in front of him was the same creature that regularly threatened him in “dates.” He was a murderous madman, a twisted individual who manipulated innocents with ease and felt no remorse. A man whose interest in him was prurient at best. How could be possibly relax?

 

The waiter came to their table, wasting no time in bringing the wine Muraki ordered, a vintage Pinot Noir. He popped the cork and offered it for the platinum haired man to sniff. After Muraki's approving nod, both glasses were then quickly filled, and the waiter vanished again, leaving the two men to slip in silence for a moment.

 

“So, tell me, Asato,” began Muraki, refilling Tsuzuki's empty glass, “What is your biggest fear concerning my information?”

 

Tsuzuki picked up the glass and took a large sip. Though his undead constitution gave him a higher tolerance than the living, he found himself wanting to make the appearance of appeasing Muraki's request to relax. Besides, taking the edge off a little couldn't hurt. It may even ease his nervousness.

 

“Why do you even care? If you're withholding it like this, I know it must be traumatizing.”

 

“And yet you still agreed to come along on our date. I'd be lying if I said that I look forward to the look on your face when you find out. You've had quite some time to think about your past, haven't you? Come now, hit me with your best shot.”

 

Tsuzuki mulled over that question. He knew that he'd done something horrible, something so awful that it drove him to attempt suicide not once, but twice to end his long life. He knew that the JunOhChoOh selected him for a good reason. He was powerful, even as a mortal, living 8 years despite deliberate starvation and sleep deprivation. Even now, his command of 12 Shikigami rivaled anyone in the entire MeiFu. His lifetime was plagued by nightmares of murder, with blood stained hands pleading for their lives. He knew in his heart of hearts that he wasn't human. So, what was he?

 

“Fine. I fear that I have more blood on my hands than I believed. That I've caused more deaths of innocents. That I'm some kind of monster.”

 

“You will be quite surprised my findings then. I've operated under the assumption of your inhuman nature when I orcastrated the hacking of your top secret personal information from the MeiFu's mainframe.”

 

Tsuzuki looked up from his glass, startled. “What? When did that happen?”

 

Muraki causally took another small sip. “They didn't tell you? Of course not. Wouldn't want you to think something was wrong in the aftermath of your little run in with a certain demonic minion of Ashitarote, did they? No matter, with the destruction of the main library, getting your records was quite simple. I simply had to know more about you, now that I found you. You can confirm what I have to say yourself.”

 

Before Tsuzuki could respond, the waiter reappeared, ready to take their orders. As Muraki ordered in English, Tsuzuki watched him carefully. The doctor easily charmed the much younger man with a few words and a slow, sexy, smile, leaving him blushing as he scribbled down the orders. Much to Tsuzuki's surprise, he found himself frowning at the display. He couldn't decided whether it was from the fact that he knew Muraki's intentions or whether he had no idea what the men were saying, or...

 

“Jealous?” Muraki asked as the waiter left. He gently covered Tsuzuki's clenching hand with his, pulling it away from the white tablecloth. At Tsuzuki attempt to pull away, he clucked slightly like a mother hen. “Behave, Asato. You've nothing to be jealous about. That boy's beauty cannot compare to yours. He doesn't have the same darkness in his soul that draws me to you.” Tsuzuki relaxed his hand and Muraki held it up, pressing a kiss to the knuckles. “Though I must say that I adore the look of fury in your eyes. I hope to see more of that passion later tonight.”

 

As Muraki lowered his hand to the table, Tsuzuki grabbed the wine glass once more. Jealous, him? It was the last thing he would have thought, but as his host raised his own glass to his lips, he couldn't shake the fact that Muraki just might have been right.

 

The men sipped their glasses as a string quartet joined the pianist. Tsuzuki closed his eyes and let the tune fill his senses. Since the Hijiri Minase case, Tsuzuki developed an appreciation for violin music. With the song being playing wasn't the infamous Devil's Trill, it was still quite lovely, and despite his current situation, he smiled. The combination of the three glasses of wine and the pretty music did its work, relaxing him.

 

“Care to dance?” Tsuzuki looked up at Muraki as he stood, holding his arm out as a offer. “Let's not let a song you so obviously enjoy go to waste. It is the first time I've ever seen you smile.”

 

The smile disappeared just as quickly replaced by a frown and a blush. Despite that, he rose, taking Muraki's hand, determined to play along. The taller man led him to the dance floor, immediately taking lead. Tsuzuki stumbled through the first few steps, being nervous and inexperience with following a dance. Leading was much, much, easier. Muraki proved to be just as skilled at the waltz as he, moving through the steps as easy as walking.

 

“Where's your beautiful smile? Don't tell me you suddenly dislike the music.” Muraki asked as they traveled from one end of the dance floor to the other in swift, elegant moves. “Do still you find my company that displeasing? I've been on my best behavior all evening, haven't I, and what has been my reward? Glares, rudeness, and you won't even look me in the eyes. I tell you, that young waiter was much more agreeable.”

 

“You leave him out of this!” Tsuzuki snapped, glaring right into Muraki's silver/blue eyes. His rage faltered at Muraki's responding laugh. He have given the man just what wanted.

 

“Asato, you are nothing if not predictable.” Tsuzuki froze briefly as he felt lips press against his forehead. “Relax and enjoy your song.”

 

With a sigh, Tsuzuki did just that, leaning into his sworn enemy's chest. He was, for the most part, trapped in this situation, the least he could do was make the most of it. The location was lovely, the music beautiful, and as much as he hated to admit it, his dancing partner was both talented and handsome. What would one dance hurt?

 

Soon as the song ended, the waiter motioned to the two to return to their table, as their meal was ready. Muraki guided Tsuzuki back by the elbow. Various other dancers on the floor applauded as they left, increasing Tsuzuki's blush. He managed to catch the waiter's brief look of envy before tearing into his veal. He also didn't miss Muraki's amused look at his exuberance.

 

“Enjoying yourself?”

 

Not looking up, Tsuzuki nodded, his mouth too full to vocalize.

 

“I knew you would enjoy that selection. A young calf, kept contained in a tiny box until its slaughter, yield the most tender cut of meat. I'd like to think the suffering add more flavor...”

 

“Are you trying to make me lose my appetite?”

 

Muraki smiled around a forkful of lamb. Positive that he wouldn't be getting a response (nor would he want to hear it), Tsuzuki resumed his meal. The veal was tender, done medium rare. He wasn't used to such expensive fare, Western less so. But he enjoyed every bite, even polishing off the side order of snow peas cooked in some fancy sauce he couldn't immediately identify, and another glass of wine. His guard wasn't completely down, though, and he kept sneaking glances at the man across from him, who ate with much obvious breeding.

 

Dinner dishes cleared, two different waiters rolled in a cart filled with desserts for the two diners to choose from. Tsuzuki's infamous sweet tooth kicked in as he eyed each confectionery masterpiece. Éclairs stuffed with cream, cheesecake loaded with cherry, creme burlee topped with lychee, strawberries dipped in chocolate, various other sweet cakes, and of course, a homemade apple pie. He mulled over which one he wanted when a pale hand closed around his chin, then pushed up, closing his mouth.

 

“You were starting to drool a bit. Pick anything you want.”

 

Tsuzuki first choose the creme burlee, something he'd never tried before. Then he changed his mind and ordered a sure bet, the apple pie. Then he decided to live a little and go for something that he both liked and hadn't had in a while, like the Death by Chocolate cake. His thoughts were once again interrupted by Muraki shushing him with a single finger on his lips.

 

“We'll have a slice of everything on the cart, please.” He requested, smiling apologetically at the two waiters. “Please excuse my companion, he take his sweets rather seriously.”

 

Tsuzuki fumed at the rather intimate touch upon his lips, and was half tempted to bite that finger right off. He decided against doing so, thinking that Muraki might find that rude, or worse, a turn on. Muraki was having the latter thought, apparently, and began to slowly stroke those soft lips. Now Tsuzuki really wanted to nip that finger.

 

Muraki continued stroking in spite of his companion's annoyed grunt. “Now, now, you'll get to sample your dessert soon. But now, I'm sampling mine.” He leaned forward over the table, his intent clear. Tsuzuki attempted to move his face to dodge his lips, but his chin was sudden trapped in a strong hold while their lips touched. The kiss wasn't forced, Muraki pressing once, twice, and once again before pulling back to his seat, grin lightening his features.

 

“Just as I suspected, you are delicious. I can hardly wait to have all of my dessert.”

 

Tsuzuki looked away from that hungry stare. “Wouldn't you prefer me unwilling? We both know that you're not above rape. Why go through all this trouble when you could have manipulated your way...”

 

“Into your pants? It's quite easy to manipulate a simple creature, such as your average human. Even Shinigami, being human once, are easily bent to my will. You, believing in the lie that you are completely human, fall for my tricks time and again. But this time, you will not have the false veil of humanity to hide behind.” Muraki pushed Tsuzuki's chin up once more to look into his cursed eyes. “And I wouldn't use such tactics on an equal.”