by Rina K. Fenderson
6. Come Out & Play
Tsuzuki stretched languidly, reaching his arm our to slip it around Hisoka�s waist and pull him close, but all he collected in his arms was the folds of comfort where Hisoka had once been laying. Blinking open groggy amethyst eyes, Tsuzuki looked around the room, his voice cracking from its lack of use during slumber. "�isoka?"
After a few moments staring dazedly into the vacancy of the room he heard the sound of a shower running, his eyes flickered over to the bathroom to see the door ajar only a crack. He groaned, wondering how the boy could get up so early after a tiring night of celebration than a mostly sleepless night with Tsuzuki. "I�m getting old," Tsuzuki muttered, burying his face in his pillow and rolling over to get a few more minutes sleep before Hisoka would wake him, once he was done with his shower. "Hisoka? What time is it?" He waited a few minutes, then assuming his lover didn�t hear him, pulled himself up lazily to see the clock. 9:45am. "Too early...Hisoka?" Why wasn�t he answering? Tsuzuki pulled himself into a sitting position, his rump on his knelt legs as he looked at the mirror overhanging above the headboard of the bed and cringed at the state of his hair. With a sigh he ran his hands through his dark hair, then gathering the loose sheet around his naked waist. "Hisoka are you mad at me or something?" He started into the mirror, looking at the crack of light that was the entrance to the bathroom. The white floor and wall produced quite a reflection when sunlight was streaming through the windows, unlike the actually bedroom area where the blinds were shut tight and walls were a medium tan. Suddenly Tsuzuki felt a stab of cold. "Hisoka?" His narrowed his violet eyes, staring into the bathroom through the mirror and for the first time noticing the carpet was wet just outside of the threshold and there was a strange tint to the floor...almost pink...like watered down paint... "Or blood," Tsuzuki hissed allowed and scrambled off the bed, then sheet around his waist tangling, but not tripping him. He flung open the bathroom door and gasped. "Hisoka!" It was empty; the shower still on, raining down pelting drops on the tub, where it clean out most of the blood where with on a few speckles remaining, the floor was soaked in a clear pinkish liquid that was no doubt a mix of water and blood, but it was the mirror over the sink, which was dripping with the crimson life-force that caught Tsuzuki�s attention. The characters were running together, slipping down the glass, only half dried, but still recognizable. For a moment, Tsuzuki was frozen, his mouth parted and his eyes wide and shocked, the gentle gust of wide that slipped through the cracked window did nothing to stop the beads of sweat trickle down Tsuzuki�s brow and his fingers were turning white as he clenched them. And slowly, it was anger that rose, swelling in his chest and ready to strike the man whom he knew stole his most beloved, the man who constantly tortured him and his lover, repeatedly endeavored to have Tsuzuki as his own; Muraki Kazutaka. Tsuzuki�s violet eyes held a blaze of dark fury as he stared at the mirror, trying to hinder his anger enough to breath. He wanted to play again, he tried to keep Tsuzuki as his toy his possession. He broke him. Tsuzuki could admit it now, that Muraki did indeed break him, but Hisoka had been there to mend him and bring him back to his old self, an even better version of himself, one that could share his love with the boy thereafter. But Muraki had to have his way, or his revenge and now he took the one thing most precious to Tsuzuki once again. The young man, clenched his fists gritting his teeth, then slammed his fist into the mirror, shards of glass tinkering as they hit the sink and water laden ground. "That will not be tolerated Muraki...this will be the last time...I swear it."