Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Precious Illusions ❯ Part 3 ( Chapter 3 )
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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: 2.3K | Visits: 697 | 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: 2.3K | Visits: 697 | Status: Completed
PRECIOUS ILLUSIONS 3
Tatsumi watched Tsuzuki sleep under the white covers. Hisoka had run off to Watari, afraid and blabbering all his fears to the blonde, hence Tatsumi was on his own with a sleeping Tsuzuki. It was very puzzling on how Tsuzuki was acting. Tatsumi wondered if he had done something or said anything that may have caused Tsuzuki to have a negative impression of him.
A headache was worming its way to the back of the secretary's head. He pinched the bridge of his nose, wincing a bit, trying to shoo away the headache. He was busy trying to block out the pain in his head that he failed to notice Tsuzuki was already sitting up.
"Oh crap!" Tsuzuki mumbled, burying his face in his pale and shaky hands.
Tatsumi quickly looked up, headache forgotten as he watched Tsuzuki shake like leaf. "Tsuzuki, I'm glad you're awake." Tatsumi gave a small smile of relief.
"Tatsumi!" Tsuzuki jerked back a little bit. "What - what are you doing here?"
"Watching over you." Tatsumi stated with a as-a-matter-of-fact tone. "You were behaving wildly in the office, and then you blacked out." Tsuzuki swallowed a lump in his throat. Tatsumi narrowed his eyes a bit, staring at Tsuzuki above the rim of his glasses. "Tsuzuki, is there something you want to talk about? Is there something that you want to tell me about?"
"No!" Tsuzuki said a bit to quickly. "There's nothing Tatsumi." Tsuzuki's eyes became serious and barren of any emotions. "You made that little fact quite clear three years ago."
Tatsumi felt hurt. His eyes for a moment blanked, and his complexion paled. Tsuzuki said nothing and recognized none of the changes in the secretary's features. Tatsumi looked directly up at Tsuzuki, liquid fire glowing in his eyes. "There is something going on Tsuzuki, and I demand to know what it is!"
"Nothing is going on!" Tsuzuki suddenly snapped back. "Nothing that concerns you!"
"Oh it does concern me, Asato!" Tatsumi replied back, in a deep and even tone - a tone that he used when he was trying to keep his temper in check. "It concerns me a lot, because you are crying out my name in your sleep! In a manner that makes me think of things that I am not supposed-" Tatsumi inhaled sharply. "What is wrong for crying out loud! You throw things at me, you demand me to keep away from you, and then you faint! Are you still going to tell me that it does not concern me?"
Tsuzuki got up from the bed and slipped on his shoes. "Two words, Tatsumi." He said, glaring at him. "Fuck you!"
With that said, Tsuzuki left the infirmary, and headed for earth. Tatsumi sat there, numb with shock.
Something was definitely wrong with Tsuzuki.
*
Tsuzuki sat in the empty - no - deserted park with a box of chocolate fudge cake in one hand and fork in the other. He felt terrible. He did not really mean to say all those nasty and harsh words to Tatsumi, but it was the only way he knew that would keep the man from coming too close to him. He regretted it, but for his sake and Tatsumi's, it was the best thing to do.
He sighed again and opened the cake box and in silence and feeling remorse, he began to eat. He kept on eating and eating, thinking about everything that was going on. He wanted something that he could not have, and by not having it, he suffered from so much pain. He was chomping on his cake, salty tears silently cascading down his cheek. He sniffed every once and in a while, as he continue eating his cake. How miserable he might have looked. Anybody from the agency who saw him now would be laughing their butts off.
"I'm so pathetic!" Tsuzuki said, taking a forkful of the chocolate fudge cake and shoving it in to his mouth, smearing a little bit of icing on his chin in the process. "Here I am," Another bite, another smear, this time his cheek. He gave a little sniff before continuing. "Acting like a total idiot. I'm eating cake! And I hurt Tatsumi." He gave another sniff and took a bite off his cake. He stared at the box and found that it was empty. "And I'm still hungry." He tossed the box in to the bin behind him and started crying silently.
"Why do you weep, Tsuzuki?"
Tsuzuki turned and found a figure clad in white standing before him. Muraki looked handsome under the glowing moonlight, the red earrings giving him a sinister glow, a bonus point to his already irresistible looks. "You again." Tsuzuki mumbled weakly, drying the tears from his eyes. "I'm not in the mood for any of your games."
"I'm sure you aren't." Muraki sat beside him and tilted his chin gently up so that Tsuzuki was facing him. "Don't cry, Tsuzuki."
Tsuzuki stared at Muraki for a while, and then slowly his vision became fuzzy. He blinked and saw a man with startling and handsome blue eyes, brown hair that was soft as silk, lips firm and serious, a face that held numerous knowledge and wisdom. He felt his lips part slightly. When did Tatsumi look so handsome in white? Suddenly, he felt lips being pressed on to his, and upon instincts, he latched on tight, kissing back with so much fervor and passion. A part of him felt satisfied, the very part that kept torturing him with pain when he never got any of Tatsumi's touch.
Skilful hands moved to his back, pulling him closer. Tsuzuki groaned in to the kiss as he felt a warm tongue trace his lips, before those lips trailed down his neck and began to kiss and suck at the soft spot right below his ear. Tsuzuki ran his fingers through the silky hair, taking in the scent of pine and musk.
Pine and musk? Tsuzuki's mind screamed. But Tatsumi always used the mint and musk cologne that he had.
Realizing what his mind finally screamed, Tsuzuki pushed the person kissing him away, and blinked, getting his vision clear. He found Muraki looking at him, with a confused look, his hair a bit disheveled. Tsuzuki got to his feet and took steps back, away from Muraki. "You're - you're not Tatsumi!" He gasped, choking, as something inside was awoken and felt pins and needles attacking him from all directions. "You're not Tatsumi!"
"Tatsumi? It is Tatsumi you desire?" Muraki asked confused. "But how is that possible? That spell was meant to make its recipient desire for the touch of the person who conjured up the spell."
"Keep away from me Muraki!" Tsuzuki said, his knees giving out underneath him as he collapsed in a heap on the asphalt ground of the park His vision clouded and he saw Tatsumi and him kissing each other under the moonlight, their bodies glinting with sweat. "Oh my!" He gasped, as he doubled back, pain gnawing at him again.
"Tsuzuki!" Muraki took a step close to him, when shadows erupted beneath him, restraining him from getting any closer to Tsuzuki. Tsuzuki gave out a whimper before passing out again.
"Let me go, secretary!" Muraki hissed, his silver eyes glinting.
"You've failed Muraki, just like before." Tatsumi stepped away from the shadows and glared at the doctor. "This is all your doing. A spell, you say? But it backfired, and now Tsuzuki does not wish for you, does he?" Tatsumi said, rubbing the doctor's failure in his face.
"No, he may not desire me." Muraki smirked. "But he desires you. The only question is, will he let you fulfill those desires? Better yet, will you fulfill those desires for him without hurting him in the end?"
Tatsumi gritted his teeth, the shadows tightening their hold on Muraki. "Damn you!"
"And back at you." Muraki nodded, before smirking again, and disappearing in to a hallo of light. Tatsumi whooped around and quickly gathered Tsuzuki in his arms.
"Just you wait Tsuzuki." He said and quickly transported himself and his befallen comrade to Meifu.
*
Tatsumi had a gaping Watari and a Hisoka in front of his desk one week later.
"Repeat what you just said please?" Watari slowly said, Hisoka nodding.
"Muraki had lured Tsuzuki in to the cave of Alundra a week and a half ago, just so that he can put a spell on Tsuzuki so that Tsuzuki would want his touch. But the spell backfires, and now Tsuzuki wants someone else. And that someone else is me. He has been unconscious for a whole week and he's been having rather disturbing wet dreams." Tatsumi said coolly.
"Okay, I get that part." Watari said, waving his finger in the air. "Err - not being rude or anything - but umm - so?"
"I need advice in what equipment to use on Tsuzuki so that I could keep him in one place as I fulfill his desires." Tatsumi said, crossing his arms around his chest.
Hisoka blushed madly, as blood spurted out from his nose. "Excuse me." He rushed out of the room and went to the bathroom.
Watari quickly covered his mouth with his hand, to hide his laughing smile from an already glaring secretary. "Can't you just - you know?"
"No, I cannot!" Tatsumi said, rubbing his temples. "Look, I would have done that, but Tsuzuki won't even let me come near him with in three feet. If he does not get anything, then he'd die. He's suffering Watari, and the pain is so overwhelming to him that he can't even breathe." Tatsumi looked very troubled.
"Look at it from his point of view Tatsumi." Watari said, looking serious. "Tsuzuki knows that it's just lust."
"Your point is?" Tatsumi asked, looking with surrender at Watari's direction.
"Have you ever thought that perhaps he'd want something more?" Tatsumi blinked at the question. "Look at it this way. He's suffering, he wants you - badly. But he doesn't want you to come near him because he knows it would be something temporary?" Watari shrugged. "He's bearing all the pain Tatsumi, and Tsuzuki is one guy I know, who can't handle broken relationships that well. I'm not supposed to tell you this but, when you broke off that partnership with him three years ago, he cried so much to me that I wanted to punch you."
This was new. Tatsumi never knew about this. "He what?"
"He cried Tatsumi. You made him cry, and he was so hurt, that he would come to me every night and just stay there beside him. He had no one else to go to. Maybe this little fact will help you think why Tsuzuki does not want you to be very close to him, hmmm?"
Tatsumi felt guilt swallow him up. "I never knew."
"You never cared." Watari stated, looking at him above the rim of his glasses. "Or maybe you did, you just never showed it, and by now, you should know that Tsuzuki is a person who wants to know that someone does care for him." Watari pointed at him in a cool manner, 003 swarming behind him. "You never did that."
"Okay, okay, I realize my mistake now." Tatsumi said. If he felt terrible before, he felt worst now. "What do I do? This is - this is very new to me, you know?"
"I kinda' figured that." Watari said, shrugging, before a feral smile came to lips. "Talk to him. Explain to him that you want him to get well, and that's why you are willing to -" Watari wiggled his eyebrows. "Pleasure him to achieve that." Tatsumi felt his cheeks and ears go hot. "But before you do that, think about the future." Tatsumi nodded. "Now, I'll leave you to think about it, and when you're ready, I'll be in the lab." Watari winked. "Happy thinking!"
Tatsumi buried his head in his folded arms on his desk and he began to think.
*
Five hours and forty-five minutes later, Tatsumi was making his way to the laboratory of the JuOhCho agency. He thought about it real hard, and he came to the conclusion that he wants to be able to make Tsuzuki smile, to be able to hold him in his nightmares, to wake him up in the morning, to share little moments such as watching the sunrise and sunset with him, to have someone to go to and just hold on to when tired or feeling down, to wipe those tears away, to prevent those tears - basically, he wanted to be in a deep and meaningful relationship with Tsuzuki.
"It's something I should have realized a long time ago." Tatsumi mumbled to himself as he pushed the glass doors of the lab aside and entered.
"Ah Tatsumi!" Watari waved, pulling his rubber gloves off. "So have you thought about it?" He asked, scrutinizing the secretary with an assessing stare.
Tatsumi inhaled sharply, and nodded. "Teach me what to do."
TBC
Oh! Look at that! There's going to be a bit of a comedy in the next chapter. I think it will be short one.
Till then, see ya!
Tatsumi watched Tsuzuki sleep under the white covers. Hisoka had run off to Watari, afraid and blabbering all his fears to the blonde, hence Tatsumi was on his own with a sleeping Tsuzuki. It was very puzzling on how Tsuzuki was acting. Tatsumi wondered if he had done something or said anything that may have caused Tsuzuki to have a negative impression of him.
A headache was worming its way to the back of the secretary's head. He pinched the bridge of his nose, wincing a bit, trying to shoo away the headache. He was busy trying to block out the pain in his head that he failed to notice Tsuzuki was already sitting up.
"Oh crap!" Tsuzuki mumbled, burying his face in his pale and shaky hands.
Tatsumi quickly looked up, headache forgotten as he watched Tsuzuki shake like leaf. "Tsuzuki, I'm glad you're awake." Tatsumi gave a small smile of relief.
"Tatsumi!" Tsuzuki jerked back a little bit. "What - what are you doing here?"
"Watching over you." Tatsumi stated with a as-a-matter-of-fact tone. "You were behaving wildly in the office, and then you blacked out." Tsuzuki swallowed a lump in his throat. Tatsumi narrowed his eyes a bit, staring at Tsuzuki above the rim of his glasses. "Tsuzuki, is there something you want to talk about? Is there something that you want to tell me about?"
"No!" Tsuzuki said a bit to quickly. "There's nothing Tatsumi." Tsuzuki's eyes became serious and barren of any emotions. "You made that little fact quite clear three years ago."
Tatsumi felt hurt. His eyes for a moment blanked, and his complexion paled. Tsuzuki said nothing and recognized none of the changes in the secretary's features. Tatsumi looked directly up at Tsuzuki, liquid fire glowing in his eyes. "There is something going on Tsuzuki, and I demand to know what it is!"
"Nothing is going on!" Tsuzuki suddenly snapped back. "Nothing that concerns you!"
"Oh it does concern me, Asato!" Tatsumi replied back, in a deep and even tone - a tone that he used when he was trying to keep his temper in check. "It concerns me a lot, because you are crying out my name in your sleep! In a manner that makes me think of things that I am not supposed-" Tatsumi inhaled sharply. "What is wrong for crying out loud! You throw things at me, you demand me to keep away from you, and then you faint! Are you still going to tell me that it does not concern me?"
Tsuzuki got up from the bed and slipped on his shoes. "Two words, Tatsumi." He said, glaring at him. "Fuck you!"
With that said, Tsuzuki left the infirmary, and headed for earth. Tatsumi sat there, numb with shock.
Something was definitely wrong with Tsuzuki.
*
Tsuzuki sat in the empty - no - deserted park with a box of chocolate fudge cake in one hand and fork in the other. He felt terrible. He did not really mean to say all those nasty and harsh words to Tatsumi, but it was the only way he knew that would keep the man from coming too close to him. He regretted it, but for his sake and Tatsumi's, it was the best thing to do.
He sighed again and opened the cake box and in silence and feeling remorse, he began to eat. He kept on eating and eating, thinking about everything that was going on. He wanted something that he could not have, and by not having it, he suffered from so much pain. He was chomping on his cake, salty tears silently cascading down his cheek. He sniffed every once and in a while, as he continue eating his cake. How miserable he might have looked. Anybody from the agency who saw him now would be laughing their butts off.
"I'm so pathetic!" Tsuzuki said, taking a forkful of the chocolate fudge cake and shoving it in to his mouth, smearing a little bit of icing on his chin in the process. "Here I am," Another bite, another smear, this time his cheek. He gave a little sniff before continuing. "Acting like a total idiot. I'm eating cake! And I hurt Tatsumi." He gave another sniff and took a bite off his cake. He stared at the box and found that it was empty. "And I'm still hungry." He tossed the box in to the bin behind him and started crying silently.
"Why do you weep, Tsuzuki?"
Tsuzuki turned and found a figure clad in white standing before him. Muraki looked handsome under the glowing moonlight, the red earrings giving him a sinister glow, a bonus point to his already irresistible looks. "You again." Tsuzuki mumbled weakly, drying the tears from his eyes. "I'm not in the mood for any of your games."
"I'm sure you aren't." Muraki sat beside him and tilted his chin gently up so that Tsuzuki was facing him. "Don't cry, Tsuzuki."
Tsuzuki stared at Muraki for a while, and then slowly his vision became fuzzy. He blinked and saw a man with startling and handsome blue eyes, brown hair that was soft as silk, lips firm and serious, a face that held numerous knowledge and wisdom. He felt his lips part slightly. When did Tatsumi look so handsome in white? Suddenly, he felt lips being pressed on to his, and upon instincts, he latched on tight, kissing back with so much fervor and passion. A part of him felt satisfied, the very part that kept torturing him with pain when he never got any of Tatsumi's touch.
Skilful hands moved to his back, pulling him closer. Tsuzuki groaned in to the kiss as he felt a warm tongue trace his lips, before those lips trailed down his neck and began to kiss and suck at the soft spot right below his ear. Tsuzuki ran his fingers through the silky hair, taking in the scent of pine and musk.
Pine and musk? Tsuzuki's mind screamed. But Tatsumi always used the mint and musk cologne that he had.
Realizing what his mind finally screamed, Tsuzuki pushed the person kissing him away, and blinked, getting his vision clear. He found Muraki looking at him, with a confused look, his hair a bit disheveled. Tsuzuki got to his feet and took steps back, away from Muraki. "You're - you're not Tatsumi!" He gasped, choking, as something inside was awoken and felt pins and needles attacking him from all directions. "You're not Tatsumi!"
"Tatsumi? It is Tatsumi you desire?" Muraki asked confused. "But how is that possible? That spell was meant to make its recipient desire for the touch of the person who conjured up the spell."
"Keep away from me Muraki!" Tsuzuki said, his knees giving out underneath him as he collapsed in a heap on the asphalt ground of the park His vision clouded and he saw Tatsumi and him kissing each other under the moonlight, their bodies glinting with sweat. "Oh my!" He gasped, as he doubled back, pain gnawing at him again.
"Tsuzuki!" Muraki took a step close to him, when shadows erupted beneath him, restraining him from getting any closer to Tsuzuki. Tsuzuki gave out a whimper before passing out again.
"Let me go, secretary!" Muraki hissed, his silver eyes glinting.
"You've failed Muraki, just like before." Tatsumi stepped away from the shadows and glared at the doctor. "This is all your doing. A spell, you say? But it backfired, and now Tsuzuki does not wish for you, does he?" Tatsumi said, rubbing the doctor's failure in his face.
"No, he may not desire me." Muraki smirked. "But he desires you. The only question is, will he let you fulfill those desires? Better yet, will you fulfill those desires for him without hurting him in the end?"
Tatsumi gritted his teeth, the shadows tightening their hold on Muraki. "Damn you!"
"And back at you." Muraki nodded, before smirking again, and disappearing in to a hallo of light. Tatsumi whooped around and quickly gathered Tsuzuki in his arms.
"Just you wait Tsuzuki." He said and quickly transported himself and his befallen comrade to Meifu.
*
Tatsumi had a gaping Watari and a Hisoka in front of his desk one week later.
"Repeat what you just said please?" Watari slowly said, Hisoka nodding.
"Muraki had lured Tsuzuki in to the cave of Alundra a week and a half ago, just so that he can put a spell on Tsuzuki so that Tsuzuki would want his touch. But the spell backfires, and now Tsuzuki wants someone else. And that someone else is me. He has been unconscious for a whole week and he's been having rather disturbing wet dreams." Tatsumi said coolly.
"Okay, I get that part." Watari said, waving his finger in the air. "Err - not being rude or anything - but umm - so?"
"I need advice in what equipment to use on Tsuzuki so that I could keep him in one place as I fulfill his desires." Tatsumi said, crossing his arms around his chest.
Hisoka blushed madly, as blood spurted out from his nose. "Excuse me." He rushed out of the room and went to the bathroom.
Watari quickly covered his mouth with his hand, to hide his laughing smile from an already glaring secretary. "Can't you just - you know?"
"No, I cannot!" Tatsumi said, rubbing his temples. "Look, I would have done that, but Tsuzuki won't even let me come near him with in three feet. If he does not get anything, then he'd die. He's suffering Watari, and the pain is so overwhelming to him that he can't even breathe." Tatsumi looked very troubled.
"Look at it from his point of view Tatsumi." Watari said, looking serious. "Tsuzuki knows that it's just lust."
"Your point is?" Tatsumi asked, looking with surrender at Watari's direction.
"Have you ever thought that perhaps he'd want something more?" Tatsumi blinked at the question. "Look at it this way. He's suffering, he wants you - badly. But he doesn't want you to come near him because he knows it would be something temporary?" Watari shrugged. "He's bearing all the pain Tatsumi, and Tsuzuki is one guy I know, who can't handle broken relationships that well. I'm not supposed to tell you this but, when you broke off that partnership with him three years ago, he cried so much to me that I wanted to punch you."
This was new. Tatsumi never knew about this. "He what?"
"He cried Tatsumi. You made him cry, and he was so hurt, that he would come to me every night and just stay there beside him. He had no one else to go to. Maybe this little fact will help you think why Tsuzuki does not want you to be very close to him, hmmm?"
Tatsumi felt guilt swallow him up. "I never knew."
"You never cared." Watari stated, looking at him above the rim of his glasses. "Or maybe you did, you just never showed it, and by now, you should know that Tsuzuki is a person who wants to know that someone does care for him." Watari pointed at him in a cool manner, 003 swarming behind him. "You never did that."
"Okay, okay, I realize my mistake now." Tatsumi said. If he felt terrible before, he felt worst now. "What do I do? This is - this is very new to me, you know?"
"I kinda' figured that." Watari said, shrugging, before a feral smile came to lips. "Talk to him. Explain to him that you want him to get well, and that's why you are willing to -" Watari wiggled his eyebrows. "Pleasure him to achieve that." Tatsumi felt his cheeks and ears go hot. "But before you do that, think about the future." Tatsumi nodded. "Now, I'll leave you to think about it, and when you're ready, I'll be in the lab." Watari winked. "Happy thinking!"
Tatsumi buried his head in his folded arms on his desk and he began to think.
*
Five hours and forty-five minutes later, Tatsumi was making his way to the laboratory of the JuOhCho agency. He thought about it real hard, and he came to the conclusion that he wants to be able to make Tsuzuki smile, to be able to hold him in his nightmares, to wake him up in the morning, to share little moments such as watching the sunrise and sunset with him, to have someone to go to and just hold on to when tired or feeling down, to wipe those tears away, to prevent those tears - basically, he wanted to be in a deep and meaningful relationship with Tsuzuki.
"It's something I should have realized a long time ago." Tatsumi mumbled to himself as he pushed the glass doors of the lab aside and entered.
"Ah Tatsumi!" Watari waved, pulling his rubber gloves off. "So have you thought about it?" He asked, scrutinizing the secretary with an assessing stare.
Tatsumi inhaled sharply, and nodded. "Teach me what to do."
TBC
Oh! Look at that! There's going to be a bit of a comedy in the next chapter. I think it will be short one.
Till then, see ya!