Warnings: Rated R. Yaoi. NCS. Torture. Angst. Dark bits and twisted plot. Everything recommended by your local dentist ^.~! It’s Hisoka centric fic mainly based around a TsuzukixHisoka pairing... kinda. *winces* It will have a few other parings to I think. Oh, and this fic also has a ‘Muraki Herein, Proceed With Extreme Caution’ warning label due to his great sadistic evilness. O_o;; Beware.
Notes: Post Kyoto-Arc fic. There are basically spoilers for all of the Anime series because I’m not quite sure how much I will actually incorporate into the fic. The Kyoto-Arc is definitely going to be mentioned though (How could it not? *shrugs*) I may also be using some characters that you only really get to know from the Manga. (Terazuma, Wakaba and maybe a few others depending. Can’t you tell that I really don’t know what I’m doing?) I may also refer to some incidents that only happened in the Manga too, but they will all be explained so no one should get too lost. ^^;; I hope.
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The alleyway was slick due to the drizzling rain and demonic blood. The demon in question ambled awkwardly towards him, the injuries it had already received restricting its movements considerably. However, despite this, it still refused to back down. It growled menacingly at him but the held his ground. In his opinion the battle had already been won, all that was needed now, was information.
The beast held its head high, dignified to the last, and Hisoka almost felt like snorting in amusement. There was nothing for a monster like him to be proud of, not after the merry and bloody chase they had been on to catch the thing. From what Watari had been able to tell him, the demon’s name was Balzar, some prominent figure in the ‘Army of the Minions of Hell’ (so they called themselves), and because of this it was hoped that Balzar would be able to supply the knowledge they needed.
“What can you tell me about ‘The Summoner’?” Hisoka asked, taking a step towards Balzar and giving the demon the most menacing look he could muster. It was quite a feat considering the beast was about three times his size, but he hoped his katana would do most of the persuading anyway, it had done pretty well so far.
Balzar chuckled, but with his injuries it sounded more like a gurgle. “Foolish shinigami. The war has already been won! There is nothing you can do to stop the Resurrection now!”
Hisoka sneered. “Quit speaking in riddles and give me an answer!” He readied his sword, hoping it proved that he was not about to take any bullshit.
The demon regarded him silently for a moment and then lowered his large head to Hisoka’s eye level. “It doesn’t matter what you do to me child. Once the balance has been reversed, I shall rise again as my Master sees fit, and there will be nothing you will be able to do about it.”
Hisoka shook with rage. He had had enough. Five months it had taken them to track this thing down and get to this point in their investigation. Five months following the same lead and there was no way in hell he was going to let this demon just prance away from him now. Too many lives were at stake.
“I do hope you stay around long enough to see that day though,” the leathery beast continued eying Hisoka admiringly. “I will enjoy breaking your spirit.” The demon hissed, and then grinning he licked his bloodied lips and murmured, “such a pretty little thing.”
“Bastard!” Hisoka roared and charged at Balzar, ready to hack the demon to shreds. This apparently was just what the beast had been expecting. With a flick of the demons huge whip-like tail, the katana went flying from Hisoka’s grip and he was knocked to the ground by Balzar’s leathery, clawed fist. Hisoka attempted to lift himself to his feet only that he was then pinned to the ground by the demons large foot.
“Tut tut little shinigami.” Balzar mocked, applying a little more pressure onto the body below him. “Such rage is very unbecoming in a pretty young thing like yourself.”
Hisoka grimaced as he struggled to inhale with the pressure being forced upon him. Cursing his own hotheadedness he searched rapidly around him for any sign of his katana. His heart dropped when he saw it had skidded several feet away from him, and there was nothing else close that could be used as a weapon. He silently cursed Watari for giving him that potion earlier. //Dampen empathy my ass…// his thoughts growled.
“You know,” Balzar said thoughtfully, “There are many out there who would love to get their hands on you. You have been quite troublesome to great many people I know.” A pause, “or demons I should say.”
“Well… I just… love… to be …wanted.” Hisoka coughed, it was rather hard to speak when you couldn’t draw any breath into your lungs. “Gives me those… warm fuzzy feelings…”
The demons growled in annoyance.
“Agh!” Hisoka yelped as Balzar pressed down on him quickly and sharply causing something in his chest to make an audible crack.
Feeling the demons rancid breath on the back of his neck, Hisoka tensed and shut his eyes as Balzar whispered, “I’m going to enjoy you,” and then to Hisoka’s absolute horror, Balzar’s black, dripping and putrid tongue made a slow languid journey from the base of his neck, along his jaw and up his cheek until it met his hairline. He shuddered in revulsion, the demons lust and raw wanting coiling through him from such close contact.
“Such fire. It’s been some time since I’ve had a pretty thing to—”
There was the blast of a shotgun followed by a terribly shriek, and in that moment the weight dropped away from Hisoka’s back. He immediately rolled away from Balzar so as not to be caught again but he needn’t have worried. Balzar had fallen backwards and was screaming and writhing on the ground in agony.
There was another shot and Balzar let out a loud keening wail. A final shot, and Balzar was silent.
Lifting himself shakily off the ground, Hisoka was relieved to feel his shinigami healing powers instantly set in and reset what ribs had been broken. Then taking a breath he turned to the source of the gunshots.
He gave the newcomer his best disapproving glare. “About time you showed up.”
There was a shrug of shoulders and the modified shotgun was lowered to the side. “Don’t you think it was more thrilling this way? The uncertainty, the fear?”
“You’re so full of it,” Hisoka told him whilst rolling his eyes before he went to retrieve his blade which had skidded to the side of the body Balzar had gestated from. He paused for a moment to study it, no longer anything but a lump of butchered flesh, barely even identifiable as once being humanoid in shape. He shivered and recoiled from the sight. Then picking up the sword he made a disgusted snort at the demon’s thick bluish-green blood that now liberally coated the weapon. “ Did you find out anything from the other one?”
“No. I’m afraid he was about as communicative as this one.” The muzzle of the gun nudged the unmoving form of Balzar. “I think your people need to think again about getting outside help.”
Hisoka sheathed his sword. “I thought we had this discussion already,” he replied coldly, glaring pointedly at the man dressed in white behind him.
“I mightn’t be one of the most desirable people in the world bouya, but I would still like the world to exist in any case.”
Hisoka studied Muraki carefully. “You really think we should call him back don’t you.” It was more of a statement than a question.
After a pause the silver haired man nodded. “Even though your efforts to stay on top of the situation have been very admirable Hisoka-kun, I’m sure you would readily admit that you just don’t have the firepower needed to face this…” the silver haired doctor pursed his lips as he searched for the correct word, and then shrugging said, “…thing.”
Hisoka clenched his fists in frustration. He hated being told of his own weakness, especially by the man in front of him. It served as a constant reminder that, no matter how much he may wish it, he was unable to protect anyone… not even himself. Even though his power had grown considerably since he had first teamed up with Tsuzuki ten years previously, it was still nowhere near his old partner’s level and only confirmed that he was as helpless as he felt.
He abhorred that feeling.
“But do you honestly think he will come back?” Hisoka prodded bitterly flashing sharp emerald eyes at the other man, “After what you did? After what you put him through? And, may I add, the threat of you still hanging above his head? He couldn’t stay for that very reason in the first place!” The sandy-haired boy finished, face flushed with anger and irritation.
Muraki walked up to him and smiled easily. “You stayed.”
“I can handle it.” Hisoka immediately answered, but averted his eyes downwards immediately. “I don’t—”
The shotgun clattered to the ground as arms wrapped around Hisoka’s waist and pulled him towards a larger white clothed body. For a moment Hisoka tensed, but then sighing he relaxed into the embrace, feeling Muraki’s long fingers play with his hair.
“Don’t worry,” Muraki said to him softly, “You of all people should realise that I no longer have any intention of chasing after Tsuzuki-san. He will come.”
They stood there in silence for a few moments until it was broken by the Hisoka’s whispered words. “…I don’t want this.”
After the words were spoken, Muraki paused in his attentions to Hisoka’s hair. “Then why do you let me do it?” he asked aloud, honest curiosity and puzzled amusement easily heard in his voice and radiating from the man himself. Hisoka almost winced as the feelings seeped into his skin.
“Because…” Hisoka whispered, but the youth trailed off and said nothing more. However, Muraki seemed satisfied with this answer and tilted Hisoka’s face up to kiss the blond deeply and passionately.
//Because… I can’t do anything else anymore…//
And Hisoka kissed him back.
~end prologue~
Chapter 1