Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Precious Illusions ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: shi-chan06 
Anime/Manga: Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 08.15.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 729 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 08.15.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 729 | Status: Completed
PRECIOUS ILLUSIONS 2
Tatsumi watched as Tsuzuki's face turned very red. He could not help but chuckle in his own mind, but again, he could not help but wonder. Why was Tsuzuki calling out his name in such a - how could he describe it - erotic manner? Tatsumi admitted that his name being called out by the other shinigami had been rather stimulating. Tatsumi rubbed his temples. He was suddenly feeling very hot himself. Tsuzuki had not answered him yet, and he was not really expecting any.
"I was having a nightmare." Tsuzuki finally answered, startling Tatsumi a little bit. The secretary looked up to find Tsuzuki staring at his hands. "Muraki was hurting you." The secretary was waiting for Tsuzuki to elaborate, but when nothing else was said, he knew he would not be getting any other information other than that four worded sentence.
"Forget it Tsuzuki. It was a nightmare." Tatsumi said, comfortingly. But was it? Tatsumi mentally smirked. Some nightmare it must've been, because really, he never thought that Tsuzuki could arch up that high. "Why don't you just rest?"
Tsuzuki hurriedly buried himself under the covers and turned his back to Tatsumi. Saying nothing else, Tatsumi stood up and left the room, his heels making loud clicking noises as he walked down the darkened hallways of the agency, away from the infirmary section. He began to wonder if Tsuzuki really was okay.
Pushing the thought away, he entered his office and sat behind the desk that had a pile of paper work demanding attention. Without hesitation, he picked up a pen and began to scribble values on the sheets.
*
"I'm - I'm not hungry." Tsuzuki shakily answered as Hisoka stared at him with a puzzled expression, a sandwich and a slice of cake on a plastic container in his hand.
"Are you feeling sick?" Hisoka asked, taking the plate away and sitting beside Tsuzuki.
"I'm f-fine." Tsuzuki forced a smile, paling in the process. "Don't worry. I - I just h-have a headache."
Hisoka merely nodded, for what else could he say? Silence became so loud that a falling pin could be heard. "Would you like to go home?"
"Yes p-please." Tsuzuki nodded.
"All right. You get ready and I'll have a word with the nurse." He jerked a finger at the set of folded clothes on top of the dresser opposite the bed. "There's a set of clothes for you. Tsuzuki, are you sure you're really okay?"
Tsuzuki nodded. "Don't worry too much. You'll get wrinkles." Hisoka rolled his eyes and got up to leave. As soon as the door clicked, Tsuzuki took in a shuddering breathe. He wiped away a bead of perspiration forming on his forehead. He hugged himself, trying to control his excitement. He needed to feel those hands, those kisses, those sighs and deep breathes. "What's happening to me?" He gasped and shakily made his way to the set of clothes so that he could change. His fingers trembled as he began to button the blue cotton shirt. He couldn't even speak properly, for his words came out in stutters and heavy breathes.
"Ready?" Hisoka's head popped in from the doorway.
"Y-Yeah!" Tsuzuki said, and he gingerly made his way out of the room. His steps were stiff, and unsure. All the way to his apartment, he remained silent, which was unusual on his side because he usually would be blabbering to Hisoka on how he could not wait for his upcoming pay check to try some sort of foreign sweet. The empath, however, would occasionally flick glances towards Tsuzuki's whose eyes looked distant and longing.
They reached the door to the apartment. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow then." Hisoka said.
Tsuzuki nodded and waved him a shaky goodbye. "B-Bye!" He said, as Hisoka walked across the block to his own apartment. In Meifu, there was a small subdivision for all the workers at the JuOhCho agency. It was a little town actually, with red bricked buildings and metal posts aligning the streets giving light during the dark. Sighing, Tsuzuki made his way to his apartment, taking the elevator to the sixth floor. He and another shinigami lived on the same floor. He just exited the elevator, when something inside him twisted, making his knees buckle and his chest hurt. He collapsed with a thud on the ground, twisted in a fetal position, as an unknown pain began to eat him from within himself. His vision was in a blur, his surroundings were spinning and Tatsumi's voice moaning his name in bliss began to echo in his ears. He shut his eyes as he tried to block the vision. He now ached to be touched. He gave out a muffled sob as he shakily got his feet, and dragged himself to his door. He dug out his key and kept missing the key hole. The pain inside him grew.
Gritting his teeth in pain, he gave the key one final shove and unlocked the door. He made his way inside, and slammed the door shut, bolting it, before collapsing once again on his beige carpeted floor. His breathes became labored as the mind shattering pain continued to gnaw at him. He wanted to block the pain away, he wanted to forget Tatsumi - to forget his touch, his lips, his kiss - everything!
He shakily got to his feet and made his way to the bathroom, and turned the cold water on. He stripped his clothes and stood under the shower, bracing himself with the light blue ceramic wall. His legs felt like jelly. Slowly, he slide down the wall, and remained kneeling under the shower. He kept staring at the light, as the freezing cold drops continued to descend upon him.
Tsuzuki hugged himself, as he felt himself desiring for secretary's touch once again.
*
Hisoka eyed Tsuzuki who entered the office in silence. He sat behind his desk and wrapped both arms around himself, as his head made a light thud as it hit the desk. His shoulders moved up and down erratically, indicating the man was short of breath. There was currently on three of them in the office - Hisoka, Tatsumi and Tsuzuki. The rest was out filing reports and getting information regarding some deaths.
Tatsumi had been reading a folder, but that folder now lay discarded in front of him. Hisoka was looking at him with worried eyes, as those green orbs occasionally flicked towards Tsuzuki's direction. Tatsumi pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and got on his feet. He stood next to Tsuzuki's desk and cleared his throat. He got no response but a tiny groan from Tsuzuki. Hisoka paled with worry, and he narrowed his eyes a bit more.
"Tsuzuki?" He asked.
"Keep away." Tsuzuki mumbled almost inaudibly.
"Tsuzuki, are you -" Tatsumi reached out to shake Tsuzuki a bit, but the shinigami lashed out and slapped his hand away.
"Don't! Don't touch me!" Tsuzuki breathed out loudly, attempting to shout. He was on his feet, and was backing away.
"Tsuzuki! Tatsumi!" Hisoka said in a low panicky voice.
"This is ridiculous!" Tatsumi took a step closer.
"Don't! Don't come any closer!" Tsuzuki yelled, his voice cracking.
"Tsuzuki!" Tatsumi warned.
"I'm telling you Tatsumi! Don't come any closer or I'll - " A vision of Tatsumi kissing him with fiery passion flashed before his eyes. Tsuzuki brought a hand up to his face and groaned, sweat forming on his chest and face. He gave out a groan, as the pain that made him sleepless the entire previous night attacked him. "Stay away! All of you!"
Hisoka stood rooted in his standing position by the door. He watched as Tsuzuki's body struggled to remain upright. Tatsumi was watching, and he took a step closer. Tsuzuki had grabbed the nearest object his hand could grasp and hurled it at the secretary - which was a pencil.
"Tsuzuki!" Tatsumi roared. "Stop throwing things around!"
"Stop coming closer!" A pen came zooming as Tatsumi's direction.
"Tsuzuki!" Tatsumi said dangerously, as the room suddenly grew dark. Shadows began to shift from the walls. "I'm not going to do anything! I'm not even going to hurt you! Can you stop being paranoid?"
Tsuzuki's eyes widened, pupils dilating, as a vision of Tatsumi touching his chest. Suddenly, pain struck him from all directions, his knees turning in to butter. He collapsed on his knees, arms wound around himself. "Oh lord!" He gasped, as his chest began to feel heavy. He shut his eyes tightly.
"Tsuzuki!" Tatsumi's panicked yet controlled voice rang so close by. Tsuzuki looked up and found Tatsumi staring in to his eyes. "Tsuzuki! Say something! Anything! What's wrong with you?"
Tsuzuki shakily brought a hand up to Tatsumi's cheek, as tears began to slide down his cheeks. "I'm so sorry." He apologized, before his eyes slowly closed and he fell unconscious in to the arms of the secretary.
"Tsuzuki!" Tatsumi's voice rang out through out the entire agency.
TBC
Oh yah! Look what I've made Tsuzuki suffer from! Be nice people!
Tatsumi watched as Tsuzuki's face turned very red. He could not help but chuckle in his own mind, but again, he could not help but wonder. Why was Tsuzuki calling out his name in such a - how could he describe it - erotic manner? Tatsumi admitted that his name being called out by the other shinigami had been rather stimulating. Tatsumi rubbed his temples. He was suddenly feeling very hot himself. Tsuzuki had not answered him yet, and he was not really expecting any.
"I was having a nightmare." Tsuzuki finally answered, startling Tatsumi a little bit. The secretary looked up to find Tsuzuki staring at his hands. "Muraki was hurting you." The secretary was waiting for Tsuzuki to elaborate, but when nothing else was said, he knew he would not be getting any other information other than that four worded sentence.
"Forget it Tsuzuki. It was a nightmare." Tatsumi said, comfortingly. But was it? Tatsumi mentally smirked. Some nightmare it must've been, because really, he never thought that Tsuzuki could arch up that high. "Why don't you just rest?"
Tsuzuki hurriedly buried himself under the covers and turned his back to Tatsumi. Saying nothing else, Tatsumi stood up and left the room, his heels making loud clicking noises as he walked down the darkened hallways of the agency, away from the infirmary section. He began to wonder if Tsuzuki really was okay.
Pushing the thought away, he entered his office and sat behind the desk that had a pile of paper work demanding attention. Without hesitation, he picked up a pen and began to scribble values on the sheets.
*
"I'm - I'm not hungry." Tsuzuki shakily answered as Hisoka stared at him with a puzzled expression, a sandwich and a slice of cake on a plastic container in his hand.
"Are you feeling sick?" Hisoka asked, taking the plate away and sitting beside Tsuzuki.
"I'm f-fine." Tsuzuki forced a smile, paling in the process. "Don't worry. I - I just h-have a headache."
Hisoka merely nodded, for what else could he say? Silence became so loud that a falling pin could be heard. "Would you like to go home?"
"Yes p-please." Tsuzuki nodded.
"All right. You get ready and I'll have a word with the nurse." He jerked a finger at the set of folded clothes on top of the dresser opposite the bed. "There's a set of clothes for you. Tsuzuki, are you sure you're really okay?"
Tsuzuki nodded. "Don't worry too much. You'll get wrinkles." Hisoka rolled his eyes and got up to leave. As soon as the door clicked, Tsuzuki took in a shuddering breathe. He wiped away a bead of perspiration forming on his forehead. He hugged himself, trying to control his excitement. He needed to feel those hands, those kisses, those sighs and deep breathes. "What's happening to me?" He gasped and shakily made his way to the set of clothes so that he could change. His fingers trembled as he began to button the blue cotton shirt. He couldn't even speak properly, for his words came out in stutters and heavy breathes.
"Ready?" Hisoka's head popped in from the doorway.
"Y-Yeah!" Tsuzuki said, and he gingerly made his way out of the room. His steps were stiff, and unsure. All the way to his apartment, he remained silent, which was unusual on his side because he usually would be blabbering to Hisoka on how he could not wait for his upcoming pay check to try some sort of foreign sweet. The empath, however, would occasionally flick glances towards Tsuzuki's whose eyes looked distant and longing.
They reached the door to the apartment. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow then." Hisoka said.
Tsuzuki nodded and waved him a shaky goodbye. "B-Bye!" He said, as Hisoka walked across the block to his own apartment. In Meifu, there was a small subdivision for all the workers at the JuOhCho agency. It was a little town actually, with red bricked buildings and metal posts aligning the streets giving light during the dark. Sighing, Tsuzuki made his way to his apartment, taking the elevator to the sixth floor. He and another shinigami lived on the same floor. He just exited the elevator, when something inside him twisted, making his knees buckle and his chest hurt. He collapsed with a thud on the ground, twisted in a fetal position, as an unknown pain began to eat him from within himself. His vision was in a blur, his surroundings were spinning and Tatsumi's voice moaning his name in bliss began to echo in his ears. He shut his eyes as he tried to block the vision. He now ached to be touched. He gave out a muffled sob as he shakily got his feet, and dragged himself to his door. He dug out his key and kept missing the key hole. The pain inside him grew.
Gritting his teeth in pain, he gave the key one final shove and unlocked the door. He made his way inside, and slammed the door shut, bolting it, before collapsing once again on his beige carpeted floor. His breathes became labored as the mind shattering pain continued to gnaw at him. He wanted to block the pain away, he wanted to forget Tatsumi - to forget his touch, his lips, his kiss - everything!
He shakily got to his feet and made his way to the bathroom, and turned the cold water on. He stripped his clothes and stood under the shower, bracing himself with the light blue ceramic wall. His legs felt like jelly. Slowly, he slide down the wall, and remained kneeling under the shower. He kept staring at the light, as the freezing cold drops continued to descend upon him.
Tsuzuki hugged himself, as he felt himself desiring for secretary's touch once again.
*
Hisoka eyed Tsuzuki who entered the office in silence. He sat behind his desk and wrapped both arms around himself, as his head made a light thud as it hit the desk. His shoulders moved up and down erratically, indicating the man was short of breath. There was currently on three of them in the office - Hisoka, Tatsumi and Tsuzuki. The rest was out filing reports and getting information regarding some deaths.
Tatsumi had been reading a folder, but that folder now lay discarded in front of him. Hisoka was looking at him with worried eyes, as those green orbs occasionally flicked towards Tsuzuki's direction. Tatsumi pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and got on his feet. He stood next to Tsuzuki's desk and cleared his throat. He got no response but a tiny groan from Tsuzuki. Hisoka paled with worry, and he narrowed his eyes a bit more.
"Tsuzuki?" He asked.
"Keep away." Tsuzuki mumbled almost inaudibly.
"Tsuzuki, are you -" Tatsumi reached out to shake Tsuzuki a bit, but the shinigami lashed out and slapped his hand away.
"Don't! Don't touch me!" Tsuzuki breathed out loudly, attempting to shout. He was on his feet, and was backing away.
"Tsuzuki! Tatsumi!" Hisoka said in a low panicky voice.
"This is ridiculous!" Tatsumi took a step closer.
"Don't! Don't come any closer!" Tsuzuki yelled, his voice cracking.
"Tsuzuki!" Tatsumi warned.
"I'm telling you Tatsumi! Don't come any closer or I'll - " A vision of Tatsumi kissing him with fiery passion flashed before his eyes. Tsuzuki brought a hand up to his face and groaned, sweat forming on his chest and face. He gave out a groan, as the pain that made him sleepless the entire previous night attacked him. "Stay away! All of you!"
Hisoka stood rooted in his standing position by the door. He watched as Tsuzuki's body struggled to remain upright. Tatsumi was watching, and he took a step closer. Tsuzuki had grabbed the nearest object his hand could grasp and hurled it at the secretary - which was a pencil.
"Tsuzuki!" Tatsumi roared. "Stop throwing things around!"
"Stop coming closer!" A pen came zooming as Tatsumi's direction.
"Tsuzuki!" Tatsumi said dangerously, as the room suddenly grew dark. Shadows began to shift from the walls. "I'm not going to do anything! I'm not even going to hurt you! Can you stop being paranoid?"
Tsuzuki's eyes widened, pupils dilating, as a vision of Tatsumi touching his chest. Suddenly, pain struck him from all directions, his knees turning in to butter. He collapsed on his knees, arms wound around himself. "Oh lord!" He gasped, as his chest began to feel heavy. He shut his eyes tightly.
"Tsuzuki!" Tatsumi's panicked yet controlled voice rang so close by. Tsuzuki looked up and found Tatsumi staring in to his eyes. "Tsuzuki! Say something! Anything! What's wrong with you?"
Tsuzuki shakily brought a hand up to Tatsumi's cheek, as tears began to slide down his cheeks. "I'm so sorry." He apologized, before his eyes slowly closed and he fell unconscious in to the arms of the secretary.
"Tsuzuki!" Tatsumi's voice rang out through out the entire agency.
TBC
Oh yah! Look what I've made Tsuzuki suffer from! Be nice people!