Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Safe ❯ Safe ( One-Shot )
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By: babaca 
Sequel to Comfort. Tatsumi and Tsuzuki have a talk in Tsuzuki's hospital room.
Mild citrus.
Anime/Manga: Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 05.17.2004 | Updated On: 05.17.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 916 | Status: Completed
Sequel to Comfort. Tatsumi and Tsuzuki have a talk in Tsuzuki's hospital room.
Mild citrus.
Anime/Manga: Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 05.17.2004 | Updated On: 05.17.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 916 | Status: Completed
Date: 16 May 2004
Title: Safe
Author: babaca
Archive: fics.babaca.org and if I post on MM.org, otherwise ask.
Note: Oh yeah, I guess this would qualify as a sequel to a fic I wrote a while ago called Comfort. Ah, consider this a "they should have written that scene THIS WAY" AU of episode 13 of the Kyoto Arc. I borrowed some of the dialogue based on the anime series (the US translation rather than the HK edition although I'm too lazy to pull that out and see what was said there) and not the manga.
Warning: It has mild citrus (not quite lime and definitely not lemon although it would have been lovely). ^__^ Hmm... does it spoil anything? Well if you haven't seen episode 13 maybe but highly doubtful.
Disclaimer: Yami no Matsuei (or Descendents of the Darkness, you choose the title) does not belong to me (is this a surprise?) No the owners would be Matsushita Yohko, Hana to Yume Comics, U.S. Manga and a host of others. This is written for entertainment purposes and no money has changed hands (except for me buying the dvds at local merchants).
Safe
by babaca
It was approaching dusk. The skies outside of Tsuzuki's hospital room were a reddish hue. Not quite as red as the blood moon that would appear when Muraki was up to no good, but pretty close. It was an eerie and disconcerting color to one who had to endure what Tsuzuki and Hisoka had recently.
With dusk would come a visit from Tatsumi. Tsuzuki smiled to himself. The ever diligent secretary had visited him and Hisoka every day since the incident. However, Hisoka through his empathy began making himself scarce on these visits most of the time. Like today.
Tatsumi arrived at 6:45 p.m. as usual, but bearing fruit.
"Is that for me?" Tsuzuki asked. He wanted to put more enthusiasm into the statement. He did love sweets and apples were one of his favorites, but he still had lingering depression that cloaked over his mind and heart.
"Yes," Tatsumi said. "I figured it would be better for you than cake."
"CAKE! WHERE?" Tsuzuki asked, with a little of his old spark there. Some habits were hard to break no matter how depressed he was.
"You're incorrigible," Tatsumi sighed, before letting a small smile appear. He went in search around the room before finding a bowl. He pulled out a paring knife, sat in the hard wooden chair near Tsuzuki's bed and began paring the apple.
"Tatsumi, I feel bad about you coming over all the time," Tsuzuki muttered shyly.
Tatsumi fought the blush he knew wanted to appear. He decided to focus his concentration on the apple that he was cutting carefully into the bowl on his lap.
"Not at all. It's the least that I can do," Tatsumi replied before hesitating a little. "Can I ask you a question?"
Tsuzuki looked over at his friend curiously. "What?"
"Did it bother you that I rescued you?" Tatsumi finally asked the question that had been bothering him for days since pulling Hisoka and Tsuzuki from Touda's fires at the university.
"Tatsumi," Tsuzuki said with an expression of sadness.
"I didn't want to interfere with your wishes. That's why I hesitated. I hesitated about saving you from that hell," Tatsumi continued, his hands shaking as he tried to appear calm and cut the apple. However the tension betrayed him as the knife slipped cutting his finger. With a rueful smile, Tatsumi clutched his injured hand close. "I'm envious of Kurosaki. Without hesitation he was able to act on his own will."
Tsuzuki couldn't bear to see the pain in Tatsumi's blue eyes. He shook his head. "That's not true. I know how you feel Tatsumi," he said, seeing the blush on his friend's face even in the darkness of the hospital room. "Thank you for saving me. Thank you Tatsumi." He reached over to take the injured hand. The wound was nearly healed, but Tsuzuki placed the wound finger in his mouth, sucking away the last of the blood on it.
Tatsumi gasped at the gesture. He tried to school his expression into one of mild curiosity. He ignored the fact that his heart was racing a mile a minute. That looking at Tsuzuki like that made him think of the past. He shook his head and tried to retrieve his hand back.
Tsuzuki held on to his hand tightly, not letting go. In fact, he was pulling it, forcing Tatsumi to rise from the chair and sit on the bed next to him.
The bowl of pared apples were placed in the chair by Tatsumi, as he wondered seriously if he should fight what he felt Tsuzuki was going to do.
Tsuzuki's other hand was now firmly gripping Tatsumi's brown hair, pulling him down for a kiss.
Tatsumi drowned in the color of Tsuzuki's purple eyes before closing his own to accept the kiss. Kissing Tsuzuki always made Tatsumi's brain shut down. His arms pulled Tsuzumi closer, desire warring with common sense. It wasn't that long ago that they were in a hotel room, reliving that which Tatsumi tried to keep in the past. He had vowed to let Hisoka take care of Tsuzuki. And Hisoka did. He stopped Tsuzuki from killing himself. He didn't lie about envying Hisoka's clear focus in the matter.
However this kiss didn't feel like a kiss of pity, or a kiss goodbye. Tsuzuki was accepting him back in his life. If Tatsumi's mind wasn't turned to mush by the soft lips and flick of tongue, he would have time to rationalize and pull away from Tsuzuki and this situation. He didn't want to though. This felt good. He had missed this.
Tsuzuki had laid down completely on the bed, pulling Tatsumi on top of him, never breaking the kiss. Tatsumi greedily grabbed Tsuzuki's tongue, sucking it, tasting the faint tang of his own blood, essence of apple and sweetness unique only to Tsuzuki.
Tatsumi pulled out of the kiss breathless, but he remained straddled over Tsuzuki's body.
Tsuzuki pulled him closer, and whispered in his ear, "Thank you, Tatsumi." He flicked his tongue along the shell of Tatsumi's ear before sucking gently on the lobe.
Tatsumi moaned and clutched at Tsuzuki tightly. He wanted the rational side of himself to stop this easy seduction, but he didn't want any of it to end.
Tsuzuki smiled slyly as he loosened Tatsumi's tie, unbuttoning a few buttons.
Tatsumi inhaled sharply, his own hands gliding over Tsuzuki's firm chest through the opening of the yukata. He leaned down to give wet little kisses over smooth skin. Smiling when he heard Tsuzuki begin to gasp and moan.
The yukata was barely still on Tsuzuki's body, when they both heard a noise at the door. In a blind panic, Tatsumi sent his shadows to barricade the door, as he jumped off the bed. He quickly straightened his tie, thankful there were no real marks that could be seen on Tsuzuki.
Tsuzuki took a little more time to recover. He pulled the white yukata back up, and sat up, propped against the pillows bunching his covers so no one would notice his state of arousal.
Tatsumi was back in the chair, the bowl of fruit as cover, determined not to look at Tsuzuki. He let the shadows dissipate into nothing.
The door opened and Watari leaned in. "How are things going?" he asked.
Before either man could answer, the room was suddenly filled with bright lights. Wakaba brought dessert and the Gohoushin twins.
Tsuzuki was glad his friends decided to visit, although he secretly cursed their timing. He thought Watari looked at him and Tatsumi strangely. The scientist might have figured out the timing wasn't the greatest, but it was too late for all of that.
The impromptu party continued even with the noted absence of Hisoka. The nurse shooed them all out of the room. Tsuzuki cast one last look of longing to Tatsumi as he was forced to leave.
"I'll come by tomorrow," Tatsumi tried to say in his usual manner, but Tsuzuki could see a gleam of excitement and it made him smile.
Tsuzuki hated being alone. Alone left him with too many thoughts he despised having. He felt it was time to find his missing roommate.
The sakura never dies in Meifu. It didn't take long to find Hisoka. Hisoka's news of Muraki still being alive really didn't surprise him. It didn't make him happy either. However if incident was determined to make Hisoka stronger, he would do all he could to help.
They quietly stood among the sakura trees together Hisoka thinking of the future. Tsuzuki thinking of the future also, but not the future involving more battles with Muraki. He thought of Tatsumi's visit of tomorrow would bring. He couldn't stop the stupid smile he could feel on his face.
Owari
Title: Safe
Author: babaca
Archive: fics.babaca.org and if I post on MM.org, otherwise ask.
Note: Oh yeah, I guess this would qualify as a sequel to a fic I wrote a while ago called Comfort. Ah, consider this a "they should have written that scene THIS WAY" AU of episode 13 of the Kyoto Arc. I borrowed some of the dialogue based on the anime series (the US translation rather than the HK edition although I'm too lazy to pull that out and see what was said there) and not the manga.
Warning: It has mild citrus (not quite lime and definitely not lemon although it would have been lovely). ^__^ Hmm... does it spoil anything? Well if you haven't seen episode 13 maybe but highly doubtful.
Disclaimer: Yami no Matsuei (or Descendents of the Darkness, you choose the title) does not belong to me (is this a surprise?) No the owners would be Matsushita Yohko, Hana to Yume Comics, U.S. Manga and a host of others. This is written for entertainment purposes and no money has changed hands (except for me buying the dvds at local merchants).
Safe
by babaca
It was approaching dusk. The skies outside of Tsuzuki's hospital room were a reddish hue. Not quite as red as the blood moon that would appear when Muraki was up to no good, but pretty close. It was an eerie and disconcerting color to one who had to endure what Tsuzuki and Hisoka had recently.
With dusk would come a visit from Tatsumi. Tsuzuki smiled to himself. The ever diligent secretary had visited him and Hisoka every day since the incident. However, Hisoka through his empathy began making himself scarce on these visits most of the time. Like today.
Tatsumi arrived at 6:45 p.m. as usual, but bearing fruit.
"Is that for me?" Tsuzuki asked. He wanted to put more enthusiasm into the statement. He did love sweets and apples were one of his favorites, but he still had lingering depression that cloaked over his mind and heart.
"Yes," Tatsumi said. "I figured it would be better for you than cake."
"CAKE! WHERE?" Tsuzuki asked, with a little of his old spark there. Some habits were hard to break no matter how depressed he was.
"You're incorrigible," Tatsumi sighed, before letting a small smile appear. He went in search around the room before finding a bowl. He pulled out a paring knife, sat in the hard wooden chair near Tsuzuki's bed and began paring the apple.
"Tatsumi, I feel bad about you coming over all the time," Tsuzuki muttered shyly.
Tatsumi fought the blush he knew wanted to appear. He decided to focus his concentration on the apple that he was cutting carefully into the bowl on his lap.
"Not at all. It's the least that I can do," Tatsumi replied before hesitating a little. "Can I ask you a question?"
Tsuzuki looked over at his friend curiously. "What?"
"Did it bother you that I rescued you?" Tatsumi finally asked the question that had been bothering him for days since pulling Hisoka and Tsuzuki from Touda's fires at the university.
"Tatsumi," Tsuzuki said with an expression of sadness.
"I didn't want to interfere with your wishes. That's why I hesitated. I hesitated about saving you from that hell," Tatsumi continued, his hands shaking as he tried to appear calm and cut the apple. However the tension betrayed him as the knife slipped cutting his finger. With a rueful smile, Tatsumi clutched his injured hand close. "I'm envious of Kurosaki. Without hesitation he was able to act on his own will."
Tsuzuki couldn't bear to see the pain in Tatsumi's blue eyes. He shook his head. "That's not true. I know how you feel Tatsumi," he said, seeing the blush on his friend's face even in the darkness of the hospital room. "Thank you for saving me. Thank you Tatsumi." He reached over to take the injured hand. The wound was nearly healed, but Tsuzuki placed the wound finger in his mouth, sucking away the last of the blood on it.
Tatsumi gasped at the gesture. He tried to school his expression into one of mild curiosity. He ignored the fact that his heart was racing a mile a minute. That looking at Tsuzuki like that made him think of the past. He shook his head and tried to retrieve his hand back.
Tsuzuki held on to his hand tightly, not letting go. In fact, he was pulling it, forcing Tatsumi to rise from the chair and sit on the bed next to him.
The bowl of pared apples were placed in the chair by Tatsumi, as he wondered seriously if he should fight what he felt Tsuzuki was going to do.
Tsuzuki's other hand was now firmly gripping Tatsumi's brown hair, pulling him down for a kiss.
Tatsumi drowned in the color of Tsuzuki's purple eyes before closing his own to accept the kiss. Kissing Tsuzuki always made Tatsumi's brain shut down. His arms pulled Tsuzumi closer, desire warring with common sense. It wasn't that long ago that they were in a hotel room, reliving that which Tatsumi tried to keep in the past. He had vowed to let Hisoka take care of Tsuzuki. And Hisoka did. He stopped Tsuzuki from killing himself. He didn't lie about envying Hisoka's clear focus in the matter.
However this kiss didn't feel like a kiss of pity, or a kiss goodbye. Tsuzuki was accepting him back in his life. If Tatsumi's mind wasn't turned to mush by the soft lips and flick of tongue, he would have time to rationalize and pull away from Tsuzuki and this situation. He didn't want to though. This felt good. He had missed this.
Tsuzuki had laid down completely on the bed, pulling Tatsumi on top of him, never breaking the kiss. Tatsumi greedily grabbed Tsuzuki's tongue, sucking it, tasting the faint tang of his own blood, essence of apple and sweetness unique only to Tsuzuki.
Tatsumi pulled out of the kiss breathless, but he remained straddled over Tsuzuki's body.
Tsuzuki pulled him closer, and whispered in his ear, "Thank you, Tatsumi." He flicked his tongue along the shell of Tatsumi's ear before sucking gently on the lobe.
Tatsumi moaned and clutched at Tsuzuki tightly. He wanted the rational side of himself to stop this easy seduction, but he didn't want any of it to end.
Tsuzuki smiled slyly as he loosened Tatsumi's tie, unbuttoning a few buttons.
Tatsumi inhaled sharply, his own hands gliding over Tsuzuki's firm chest through the opening of the yukata. He leaned down to give wet little kisses over smooth skin. Smiling when he heard Tsuzuki begin to gasp and moan.
The yukata was barely still on Tsuzuki's body, when they both heard a noise at the door. In a blind panic, Tatsumi sent his shadows to barricade the door, as he jumped off the bed. He quickly straightened his tie, thankful there were no real marks that could be seen on Tsuzuki.
Tsuzuki took a little more time to recover. He pulled the white yukata back up, and sat up, propped against the pillows bunching his covers so no one would notice his state of arousal.
Tatsumi was back in the chair, the bowl of fruit as cover, determined not to look at Tsuzuki. He let the shadows dissipate into nothing.
The door opened and Watari leaned in. "How are things going?" he asked.
Before either man could answer, the room was suddenly filled with bright lights. Wakaba brought dessert and the Gohoushin twins.
Tsuzuki was glad his friends decided to visit, although he secretly cursed their timing. He thought Watari looked at him and Tatsumi strangely. The scientist might have figured out the timing wasn't the greatest, but it was too late for all of that.
The impromptu party continued even with the noted absence of Hisoka. The nurse shooed them all out of the room. Tsuzuki cast one last look of longing to Tatsumi as he was forced to leave.
"I'll come by tomorrow," Tatsumi tried to say in his usual manner, but Tsuzuki could see a gleam of excitement and it made him smile.
Tsuzuki hated being alone. Alone left him with too many thoughts he despised having. He felt it was time to find his missing roommate.
The sakura never dies in Meifu. It didn't take long to find Hisoka. Hisoka's news of Muraki still being alive really didn't surprise him. It didn't make him happy either. However if incident was determined to make Hisoka stronger, he would do all he could to help.
They quietly stood among the sakura trees together Hisoka thinking of the future. Tsuzuki thinking of the future also, but not the future involving more battles with Muraki. He thought of Tatsumi's visit of tomorrow would bring. He couldn't stop the stupid smile he could feel on his face.
Owari