Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Screaming Soul ❯ Mind of Insanity ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own the characters associated with Yami no Matsuei/Descendants of Darkness. They belong to the great Matsushita-sama. (If only I were related to her in some way.) A girl can dream.

Note: Here I am again. With chapter 2! I'm grateful for all of those who reviewed. It warms my heart to hear good things about my writing. In the last chapter I said that the parings would become more apparent as the story progressed. Well I lied. So I'm just going to tell you how I want them to be. Whether or not they stay that way is entirely up to my brain. It has a way of making decisions without me. Tsuzuki x Muraki and possibly Muraki x Oriya! I have yet to decide on that paring in particular. This chapter is set in Muraki’s POV, our sweet hedonistic doctor. How I adore him. (He’s just a little freak now isn't he?) Obviously once again, this is not for those young of mind body and soul. I share with you once again: Screaming Soul

Kokakuro

The cool night air gave flight to the dried leaves that littered the ground. The small pond rippled, as the wind caressed the delicate surface. The atmosphere was quite serene. The pale moon shone brightly above, bathing everything it touched in it’s light, diminishing the darkness that the passing clouds overhead provided.

“Muraki, lets go together…â€

Your words, Mr. Tsuzuki, forever etched into my mind. You and I, together in the embrace of death. What a bliss that would have been. To you, I'm a monster, which holds no bounds. One that sees no limit to the death in this world. A mystery, if you will. But I understand better than you could imagine. I know what you hunger for. Which one of us is really the perplexity? Those amethyst eyes of yours. They shine with and insufferable loveliness. And yet, even now I can see you, staring at me, with that saddened look upon your beautiful face. You, out of everything I've encountered, everything I've endured. You are my weakness, Mr. Tsuzuki. And by that, I curse you. I yearn to make you mine, and to make you suffer. The twisted pleasure that I feel for you, cannot be described in words.

Breathtaking. Morbid.

Your very being is my downfall. Perhaps that’s what led to my injuries in Kyoto. I was too trusting with you. When I beckon for your attention, it seems to find it’s way to that boy. An impudent boy at that. He seems to be the wedge that lies between us. That which causes you to refuse your demonic nature. It yearns to be released, just as it was in Kyoto. The hunger for death, to quell its need. Such a euphoric feeling. Only descendants of darkness such as ourselves can experience such a sensation. I want to share it with you Mr. Tsuzuki. I want to break you; I want to make you my perfect doll. So appropriate for one like yourself.

“Hm. I didn't think I’d ever see you again. And yet here you are. Alive and kicking. Honestly, I have to say I'm a bit disappointed. Certainly up to the usual I suppose.†The brown-haired swordsman lit his pipe, leaning against the frame of the door.

Mibu Oriya. A friend from my days of education. He was the only one who knew the most about my past, and yet, in it’s transgressions he'd been the one to ‘assist’ me concerning my prior business with the late Dr. Satomi. I owed him much, if you looked at it in that sense.

I brushed the silver locks from my face, smiling at my associate. “Oriya, is that concern that I detect in your voice? You were worried about my safety? Why! I had no idea you felt so strongly for me, but you know, there is only one that I want.†I smirked playfully.

“Yes, I'm quite aware of your necrophilia endeavors. Far be it from me to stop you from pursuing your interests. I was just a bit shocked to see you here of all places. I thought you'd be after your ‘one true love.’†He crossed his arms over his broad chest, shifting the pipe from one corner of his mouth to the other. “So I suppose you are in need of something from me, or else you wouldn't be here. Am I right?â€

I couldn't help but snicker at the remark. “Mibu Oriya! Is that really what you think? That I only visit you when I'm in need of your services? I'm shocked, and positively heart broken. How are we to remain friends if you cannot trust me, or are to think so little of me and my visits?†He rolled his eyes at this remark.

“Well, then if you’re not here for my services, then what are you here for? I'm sure it’s not just for a friendly stopover. It’s incredible the kind of shit that comes from your mouth. It’s a miracle your tongue hasn't rotted off.†He then tapped the ash from the pipe. The bright red fragments sparkled for a slight moment, and then died down, turning into clumps of gray. I pressed my glasses farther up along the bridge of my nose.

“Well, actually, there isn't much that I need from you at this exact moment, but when the time is right, I shall be sure to give you a ring. So I thought I’d come here to give you fair warning.†He scoffed turning away from me, then his eyes darted back.

“You really shouldn't take me for granted. One day I just may up and betray you. Then what would you do Kazutaka Muraki?†His eyes studied me intently, the question burning in the crisp night air.

“Heh, I don't have to worry about such trivialities, because I know that you'd never cross me. It'd stain your honor as a friend, if that’s what you consider us of course.†With that I walked from the garden leaving him to think about my statement. He wouldn't betray me, there was too much at stake for us. More so for myself than Mibu Oriya.

Mr. Tsuzuki, if you were here now…I’d want to share the night with you, in my own special way. And yet, at every turn you deny me. How foolish of you. One such as you can only soothe the darkness in my soul. Each moment, thoughts of you fill my mind. How I will relish in splendor of your presence. Your body is all that I wish for. One forsaken such as myself sees no need for a God. I know the path that I must take to achieve my goal. You and I, Mr. Tsuzuki, we need no divine creator to tell us where we need be. Demonic blood engulfs us both. Whether or not you wish to believe it now is entirely up to you. But one day you will come to terms with that. And you will come to me.

My walk brought me in Kyoto’s inner most towns. There in a near by shop, laid a half complete canvas of a Sakura Tree. From what I gathered of the picture it was intended to be in full blossom. Peach-colored petals encompassing the tree, a night sky cradling the stars that filled it. As I studied the picture, I could feel my lips curving up into a gentle smile. Thoughts of that night entered my mind. How I ravished that youth’s body. Our opulent encounter.

“What a beautiful little boy you are. How sad, you weren't supposed to see that. But don't you worry. I'll pay special attention to you. Everything you experience tonight shall remain with you forever. Even in death.†I approached the adolescent. The fear encased upon his face, made me want to ‘perfect’ him even more. My sweet poppet of the night. He struggled from me, in a fruitless attempt. Grabbing him by the neck, forcing him to the ground. He was dressed in a pale blue silk yukata, which accented his equally pastel skin. He wrestled against my weight. I pressed my lips against the hollow of his neck, sliding my tongue effortlessly against the smooth skin. He gasped in approval. Hearing this I pealed the remaining pieces of the clothing flinging them beside us into the shrouding darkness. More fervently he began to fight against me now. No longer feeling the slight moment of bliss I gave him.

“Please don't do this! I really saw nothing! I don't want to die. Not like this! Please, I don't want it like this.†Tears spewed from the corners of his eyes. Emerald in color. A enveloping sea of green. I grinned at his pleas.

“If I were to leave you now, my work would go undone. I can't have that. A boy of your beauty deserves an equally beautiful death. Each moment you breathe, I'll be dragging you seductively towards death. I'll be inside you forever. Now accept my work.â€

I grabbed his hands and tied them above his head with the belt from the yukata. I placed my hands upon his, holding him in place. His nude body glowed in the light of the scarlet moon. I placed my free hand upon his chest, chanting the curse I’d only learned days ago. Marking the once clear skin with intricate symbols.

“Now you are a part of me. This will be the mark that you bear. It shall consume your body. Eating you from the inside out. Every second, destroying your very being. This is my gift to you.†I snickered at him, the curse already taking effect. The pain surging through his lithe body. “I'll give you another gift, one you'll only experience in your darkest dreams. This night buried deep in your memory.â€

I positioned myself between his legs, bending my head down licking from above his heated desire to the nape of his neck. I was pleased with this. He was the work of my perfection. I thrust into the tight hole provided for me. He screamed arching against my assault on him. Again I placed my thrust against him. Grinding my pelvis against his own, dragging my nails against the supple flesh that belonged to the youth.

“Do you feel me boy? Hm? Ahh…mmmm…moving rapidly inside you? This is my gift. Take all of me.†I groaned as I could feel him squeeze tightly around my length. His screams were nothing more than high-pitched squeals. Twisting and flailing beneath me he did, begging release from this madness I placed upon him. With one last push from me, he arched high, eyes wide with pain, the horrid vision sinking deeper into his mind. Locked there for none but him to envision, in his darkest hour.

“Ahh, nn-no! No more, please no more…Aii…!†He whimpered, his body beaded with sweat, eyes half lidded. I traced my fingers from his stomach to his neck, taking a firm hold, he gagged at my motion. A wide grin brushed across my face, the metallic glare from my eye shone with delight. “You've given me so much, boy, but I the same to you. Now…think of this night only in your dreams…†Hand outstretched to his young face, pressing the grove against his eyes. At that time, a cry ravaged the land of Kanazawa, and the moon shone a bright velvety red.

Thought of that boy still rushed to me. It was one of my most beautiful works. Even now, in death, lasting eternally in purgatory, my work still lives on. Though reminiscing of moments past was enjoyable, what I wanted the most right now was quite obvious, given my mind set.

“Mr. Tsuzuki, I will come for you one day, and yet unlike that boy, you shall be my most perfect doll as of yet. When you come to me, you shall see. All in due time Mr. Tsuzuki. You will show me that side of yourself that you've never exposed to others, and I will relish in that fact. I know you wont disappoint me.†Though my ultimate goal may have changed, I wont give up on him. He will come to terms with what he is.

Tokyo

My meeting with Oriya has served its purpose. He knows I'm alive, making my task that much easier. When I need him, he'll have no choice but to agree. I enjoy having that kind of power over him. Our days from high school and college, has led him to be one that I can honestly trust. Our time together was that of a bittersweet friendship. He and his ‘business’, me and my ‘medical practice.’ And yet, I was not always like this. Something long ago, twisted my nature. Hidden beneath the black dreams, shrouded in the hellish realization. Death is inevitable, immortality is unattainable. A curse upon man, wanting to seek the knowledge, rejected upon reach. Unsurpassable, God, laughing from his ‘heavenly’ place. Foolish mortals we are, seeking what wishes not to be found. But the individuals, who are once again reborn, dead they are but forever, encased in the cage of time. That is what I want. To be able to see what they see. How far away am I? Live in this mortal world, and yet they are around me. You, Mr. Tsuzuki, you are what I'm looking for. The best of the best. A perfect example. Suffering underneath your caring exterior.

Since the events in Kyoto, I've returned to my home. My origin of birth, and the origin of my hate. Were it not for you...Saki Shido, I may have turned out differently. And yet with that in mind, I thank you. Without you, I may have not discovered him. The black door of my abode greeted me. The Kazutaka Mansion had been passed on to me. Here, when personal time was needed, I found myself thinking of my childhood. Up until those moments when Saki entered my life, it was not the best, but it wasn't something that I had to worry about much. Then he appeared.

“A pleasure to meet you Kazutaka.â€

Then, I hadn't noticed, but that smile he gave me. Was not one for a welcome, but a sign of things to come? And for what, did I owe such actions upon my family? Was it just my existence that irked him so? Mother and father, gone, and me left to fill the empty space that lays between them in their graves. A complete set. And yet, in that moment when I felt life was going to be swept from underneath me, the single shot that was fired, brought about my safety and my abhorrence. I was the one that should have given him his comeuppance. So, that brother of mine, I kept him alive, only so that I could be the one to kill him. He was mine to kill, no one else’s. Dear Saki, how similar we are? Enjoying the death of another, and yet you are the reason for the lust that I have of death. I thank you.

Dwelling too much on the past was not a healthy thing. My thoughts pressed on. Soon Mr. Tsuzuki and I would meet, and then I’d be able to have him for my own. It wasn't much longer for that to happen. It was fate for us to be together, and for me to get what I wanted from him. There was no doubt about that. For now, business pertaining to Saki would have to take backseat. For lack of a better word.

The emptiness of my home was what always welcomed me. All the assets from father, bestowed upon me. Though great in size was the mansion, what filled it was minuscule and unsettling. Was it not for Mr. Tsuzuki’s actions in Kyoto, the greater part of my work would not be nothing more than a dried pile of ashes at this moment, but, that couldn't be helped. The large spacious home, filled with oil paintings of the male doctors in my family, long since passed. Heh, if only they knew the way I've changed the Kazutaka name, they'd probably be doing back flips in their graves. And still my reasons for choosing this path remains the same. I’d go great lengths to get whatever it was that I wanted. The delicate chime of the phone broke the seemingly dead silence. I took hold of the “Hello? Yes, I understand. Then everything is in place?†A brief pause entered. A devious smile brushed across my face. “Very well, thank you Sakaki.†I placed the phone on the hook tracing my fingers against the curved shape. “Mr. Tsuzuki, so close am I to having you for my own. So very close.†The moon was a beautiful shade of red that night.

A/N: Well, that’s chapter 2! I'm so very sorry that it took forever to be updated. I wasn't so sure how I wanted this chapter to take shape. But I'm pretty pleased with the way it came out. Though I know it ended somewhat abrupt, and it’s not as long as I wish it were. What information did Muraki get! Only chapter 3 will tell! (If I get it done!) Please R&R. It’s greatly appreciated!