Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ The Gift ❯ Chapter 2: The Emerald Eyes of West Wind ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter 2: The Emerald Eyes of West Wind

Commotion came from down the sterile white hallways where Tsuzuki pushed his laundry cart, the residents there were crowded around in a circle and shouts could be heard. He couldn't say what they were doing exactly and he would have ignored it if he hadn't heard some of the kids chanting `Fight' over and over. Tsuzuki abandoned his cart and ran to the masses of patients and pushed his way to the center of the ring. A white haired boy sat screaming violently over another youth while strangling and beating him with his hands.

“You fuck'n like that, punk!? You fuck'n like that?” The boy screamed as his grip tightened on his victim's throat.

Tzusuki got between the two and pried the white haired patient's hands away from the other boy's neck. The boy stared in shock at Tsuzuki's interference and pushed the violet eyed man away. He stood still, the picture of rage still framed on his face. Silence had now made its entrance and multiple pairs of eyes just stared at the two clashing forces. Though a little shaken, Tsuzuki bent down to help the other kid up, gently grabbing his arm and pulling him to his feet.

“Are you ok?” He asked.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” The boy said while looking at the ground.

“What's you're name, kid?”

“Hisoka.” He said; still not making eye contact with his savior.

The white haired boy walked up to the two, “So what now? You think you're safe just because someone broke it up? Well, I can guarantee you; next time I'll take you somewhere where no one can hear you scream and I'll beat you until blood pours out your eyes!”

“Go to hell, Saki.” Hisoka mumbled glaring angrily at the other boy.

“What was that? You wanna' say that again?!” Tsuzuki moved so his back was guarding Hisoka. “I'll fuck'n break your god damn neck!” Saki began to grab at Hisoka again but he was soon peeled off by three other orderlies who had just noticed the uproar. Saki protested as the three dragged him back down the hallway, obscenities and threats flew from his mouth but nothing swayed the three as they disappeared into one of the many rooms.

“Are you going to be alright or do you need to see a doctor?” Tsuzuki asked as he tried to get a better look at the Hisoka's face.

“I'm just going to go back to my room and sleep.” Hisoka said as he wiped some blood away from his lip and pulled the arms of his long sleeve shirt down over his wrists.

“I'll walk with you then. I think I have some of your linen anyways.”

“Whatever.” He mumbled.

The walk to his room was pure silence, Tsuzuki would try and spark a conversation but Hisoka would just nod or mumble, still refusing to look at the taller man. Tsuzuki couldn't figure out why Hisoka was there, he thought maybe he was depressed but he knew that depression could easily be cured with a pill so it couldn't have been that. Then he wondered if maybe he had another more rare disease like split personality, one identity quite and calm, and the other violent. It made sense to him seeing as there could have been no way that the innocent soul next to him initiated that fight.

Hisoka opened the door to his room to reveal that there was more to this person than what met the eye. Tsuzuki had only been in just a few of the rooms at the hospital but he had seen enough to know that none of them were this elaborate. He overlooked the room in awe of the color and beauty contrasting the rest of the hospital. Pictures were placed against royal blue walls with white molding on the ceiling and floor, plants hung by the windows which were draped with curtains made of a soft white translucent material. He pushed the cart into the room and pulled some bed sheets from it; he moved to the bed and began to spread the sheets out.

“I'll do it.” Hisoka said as he took over the chore.

“Are you sure?”

“I have to be waited on hand and foot here all the time; I'd like to do something for myself for once.”

“If you insist...” Tsuzuki said as he walked around the room to inspect the walls. The pictures all seemed to be from the same artist and a very good artist at that; they were elegantly drawn and painted with watercolors. There were scenes of oceans, springs, forests, and meadows.

& nbsp; “You must really like this artist to have so many of their paintings on your walls.” Tsuzuki commented as he looked closer at the details.

& nbsp; “I painted them.” Hisoka said as he made the bed.

& nbsp; “What?! You did these?! That's amazing!” Tsuzuki said in shock. The boy must have been a prodigy, he had to be only in his mid to late teens yet he was doing work that people in their forties were trying to do.

& nbsp; “Not really.” He mumbled as he started to fold up some clean laundry that was placed on a chair by his bed.

& nbsp;Tsuzuki pulled away from the painting looking a little upset. “Why do you say that? I don't really know much about art or anything but I can tell when something is beautiful, and that's all that matters when it comes to art, right?”

& nbsp; “Well...It's not only that. Art has many purposes, but these days art is used to make a statement to people, to make them think and also express these statements through beauty.”

& nbsp; “And isn't that what you did?”

& nbsp; Hisoka stopped folding for a moment and fixed his vision on the wall, “No, the statement and the feelings to produce these pictures were not my own.”

& nbsp; “So, what, you copied them or something?” Tsuzuki asked puzzled.

& nbsp; “Not really…” He continued to fold the green shirt. Silence followed after that. Feeling a little awkward Tsuzuki looked at his watch and said, “Well… I guess I'll let you get some sleep. I'll stop by later with dinner.”

& nbsp; “Ok.”

& nbsp; Tsuzuki started to exit the room when Hisoka spoke up behind him. “Um…”

& nbsp; “Yes?” He turned and looked at the boy, it was the first time they spoke to each other face to face and it was then that he was struck in awe by the radiant emerald eyes that Hisoka possessed.

& nbsp; “What's your name?”

& nbsp; Tsuzuki was silent for a moment drenching his eyes in the green glow of Hisoka's. He tried to respond but all that managed to come out was a relaxed “Ah…” noise. Noticing a strange look forming on the boy's face he snapped out of it and managed a response, “Oh! You can call me Tsuzuki”. He said with a warm smile on his face.

& nbsp; “Ok then. Thank you, Tsuzuki.”

& nbsp; “You're quite welcome.” He said as he left the boy to himself.

& nbsp; He closed the door quietly and was a little startled to see Konoe waiting outside the door for him, looking worried. “I heard there was a fight, is he going to be alright?” He asked quietly.

& nbsp; “Yeah he said he was fine and that he just needed some sleep.”

& nbsp; “Oh, that's good I guess. I should probably have a nurse check up on him though…” The old man said in thought while once again scratching his unshaven chin. Tsuzuki was beginning to wonder if the old man even shaved.

& nbsp; Feeling bold Tsuzuki stepped forward, “Why is he here?” he asked.

& nbsp; “What?” Kanoe looked lost.

& nbsp; “Hisoka. Why is he here? He seems like a normal person to me.”

& nbsp; “He's a bit of an unusual case...he was admitted four months ago. When we analyzed him he said that he could read peoples' minds and absorb their feelings. He made it sound like justification for sleeping around with strangers. It's sad but his parents paid a hefty sum for him to stay here as long as he could. It sounds to me like they just didn't want to deal with him anymore; they'd rather pay thousands of dollars a month to keep him in a place like this rather than spend time with him and get him some better help.”

& nbsp; “That's terrible.”

& nbsp; Konoe placed a hand on his forehead and looked at his feet, “Yeah…He ran away recently. He was gone for a week, we weren't sure how he escaped but when we found him he was walking around in the rain half naked mumbling and delirious from not eating…poor child…”

& nbsp; Tsuzuki just stood wordlessly.

& nbsp; “Well,” He said with a sigh, “I have a meeting with the new therapist. I suppose I'll see you later.” The old man walked off leaving Tsuzuki to think.

& nbsp; To Tsuzuki, aside from the mind reading story it sounded like Hisoka was just a case of neglect. Maybe he made up that story about mind reading to gain the attention his parents never gave him. But was that really enough to be sent to a mental institution? Tsuzuki pushed his cart down the hallway all the while still thinking about the emerald eyed resident.