by Rina K. Fenderson
10. Bleed You
Hisoka choked on even the name, trying to press through the thick saliva and tightness in his throat that was a deeply hitting reminder of what this man had done to him. �M-M-Muraki...�
�You never can just lie still can you? You have to continue twitching, continue to stand, and step in at the worst moments,� Muraki muttered with a musical tone in his voice. He walked into the room laying his coat on an empty chair. �Moments that always seem to get you hurt...� �Get away, you bastard!� Hisoka snapped, his eyes tearing as he pushed painfully though the lump in his throat. �Leave Tsuzuki and I be! You can�t win, you won�t win! I�m stronger than you now! I broke your spell!� �Is that so?� Muraki questioned with an smirking grin. He brushed a hand over his silver hair and sighed. �Children these days, they win one fight and think they are immortal..., but you aren�t immortal, are you, Boya? We found this out...you were almost dead.� Casting a meaningful glare at Tenkuu when he passed, Muraki spoke in a calm voice, addressing only the elder Shinigami, though Hisoka could heard clearly. �Now would be a good time to take your leave, Tenkuu-san. Things will become a bit messy soon...� Tenkuu seemed to straighten his eyes widening slightly as he opened his mouth and breathed, �What are you planning--� When silver met blue in a piercing glare, Tenkuu�s lips slid back closed. He knew not to ask what he didn�t want to know. Casting a expressionless glance over at Hisoka, Tenkuu exited without another word. Hisoka tried to follow, pushing off the bed in attempts to leap for the door, but it landed him back on the bed, sheets tangling around his legs and torso and Muraki over him, body pinning him down. With a cry of fear and pain, as Muraki twisted his wrists to get them over his head, Hisoka pitched his body about. The movement was in vain, Muraki�s physical strength overpowered the boy easily. �As you can see, you are not stronger. You will never be stronger. You�re fear is your weakness and I will always be at the core of your nightmares...now with two interesting nights of claiming you...shall we make it three?� The blond boy shook violently, his skin crawling and twitching, his back arched up and his head forced back into the pillow beneath. He screamed. No one heard. And he began to cry. Muraki released one hand from Hisoka�s wrists and trailed it down the boy�s side. �It seems Tsuzuki-san did most of the work...unclothing you was always the most difficult; such a wiry form could move quite irritatingly quick.� The pale man flicked out a switchblade, digging the tip into the right hip of his captive. Hisoka yelped in pain and froze, knowing to throw his weight would make the wound worse. �I�m going to bleed you to death for that. Boya, did you enjoy it? Being the first,� Dragging the blade over the curve of Hisoka�s leg, his relentless eyes bore into emerald, unforgiving and sinister. �The first to feel his flushed skin against yours? The swell of his hardness to you leg? His mouth to yours...among other things...� Hisoka�s lips parted, his brow furrowed deeply, and his breath gone. The blade was cold, he could feel it chafing against his groin, threatening to cut...perhaps slice off the appendage completely. Hisoka couldn�t speak, his body was shuddering violently and his tears blurred his vision. He could only rely on touch and sound, all other senses dull, and both promised him an excruciating end. �You body doesn�t satisfy me anymore, but your screams still hold interesting beauty,� Muraki hummed, leaning over to whisper in Hisoka�s ear. Hisoka tried to push him away with limbs and body, but kicking at him only allowed Muraki between his legs, pushing them up and leaving him exposed and vulnerable. �I will make sure you can never touch him like that again, boya. You would have been better off with the spell.� Hisoka�s scream reverberated off the halls as the knife slid into him, twisting in the entrance, pulling out, then plummeting back within renewing Hisoka�s cry. �Why boya, it can�t hurt that much...it isn�t as if you�re a virgin.� Hisoka whimpered, unable to form words, nor wanting to acknowledge this man as a human. The blade repeated the motion, this time twisting while it entered. Another scream, Hisoka had never felt anything so painful. Even when being raped by this man, he had felt some traces of pleasure, though they were overpowered by tremendous fear and disgust. Here, he felt nothing but the coolness of the blade, freezing his body, and the contrasting warmth of his blood seeping out. He felt as if he would pass out. Muraki continued to pump the blade in and out, the pace growing faster and the pain bringing blackness to the edges of Hisoka�s blurred vision. *Tsuzuki,* his mind whimpered. Another cry ripped through his throat, he could feel roughness and knew he would be hoarse before long. *TSUZUKI!!!!!!!** * *
It was a humorous sight; two mature adult males lounging on sterile metal chairs gushing about lovey-dovey experiences like a couple of high school girls. Tsuzuki, sitting backward in one chair facing Watari, tilted his head slightly, his eyes closing. He smiled dreamily and rested his head on his arms which were folded over the back of his chair, his tone with a light growl in it. �Ohhhh...was it amazing. I mean, it wasn�t just...it was...I could felt every part of him, every corner of his mind. He was completely open to me, letting me have everything!� He shivered slightly, his eyes rolling back. �I�m still tingling, it was such a rush.� Watari laughed, his attention on the computer before them was only have diligent as he was a bit more interested in Tsuzuki�s mild playback of what occurred. �So despite the constant cold walls, he�s passionate?� �Is he ever!� Tsuzuki sighed out, then both of them began laughing at the humor of their conversation in the sheer immaturity of it. �So what does the survey say?� The blond scientist glanced back over at his computer, typing in a few more keys. �Its scanning the records now. If Bon has broken both curses he will have been written as so in the records immediately...� *�Tsuzuki...�* Amethyst eyes blinked in surprise and Tsuzuki raised his head glancing around the room. �Did you hear that?� �...So it will take another minute or so-- what? Hear what?� �My name...someone...� *�TSUZUKI!!!!!!!�* Tsuzuki was up a moment later, eyes wide and heart already beating swiftly. �Hisoka,� he whispered, his fists clenching and feet twitching to run. �Something�s happening to Hisoka!� �Tsuzuki, wait!� Watari shouted, after the male�s departing back, but he was out of the room before the blond could finish the sentence. With a sign of frustration, Watari turned and snatched up his jacket. The screen blipped, making a chiming noise to signal its completion of command. Glancing over his shoulder as he exited, Watari frowned. *Kurosaki Hisoka - Second Block: reinstated* Somehow it did seem as joyous as before.* * *
He was standing outside the room, feet fidgeting to leave, but his body refused; too scared act at all. So he tortured himself with the boy�s screams, covered one hand over his eyes and clasped the other around his churning stomach. Tenkuu pressed up against the wall beside the closed door, looking as if he wanted to make himself invisible even as he held up a barrier that prevented those in the building from hearing the pained cried of the young boy. He didn�t expect to have anyone approach the room let alone race up with rage and fear exploding from their aura, almost running into Tenkuu when he stepped away from the wall in surprise. He grasped onto the opponent�s arms, recognizing the dark hair and bright purple eyes immediately, preventing him from wrenching past him. �Tsuzuki-san! What are you--?� �Let me go! Tenkuu-san! Hisoka! I need to get to Hisoka!� Tsuzuki cried out, lashing out his arms and slapping Tenkuu away. Watari stumbled down the hallway with this as his first glimpse of the situation; two shinigami wrestling violently with agonizing screams suddenly audible throughout the hall. He sprang into action, breaking up the two of them, even as Tenkuu shouted. �No, Tsuzuki! You don�t want to go in there! Don�t go in there!� �Let go! --Hisoka!!!� �Tenkuu-san, what�s gotten into you!?� �I�m sorry, I�m sorry.� Tsuzuki broke free after the fifth syllable, tearing past the two shinigami. Tenkuu fell to his knees, shaking as Tsuzuki reached the door, where Hisoka�s screams rang clear and chillingly vivid. Tsuzuki stumbled through, his violet eyes burning with untold fury. �Tenkuu-san, what is this?� Watari asked, taking a few steps toward Tsuzuki, then pausing, not wanting to trust Tenkuu completely. His amber eyes narrowed as he watched the door swing back closed on its own and heard Tenkuu reply softly a single word. �Jealousy.� Then the fight began. It was a scene from his nightmares and one that seemed to repeat in various manners very often; his new found love lay blood-soaked under a creature clad in white that embodied pure evil to them. White clothes always stained deeply with both the boy and Tsuzuki�s blood, among countless other. Stained so thoroughly that even clean pressed they seemed soiled. Muraki was surprised for a moment, perhaps not suspecting Tsuzuki would find them, perhaps thinking Tenkuu would stop him. On any accord, the shock faded quickly and a smirk appeared on his lips, his silver eyes narrowing. �Tsuzuki-san,� Muraki said sweetly, pressing up a blade that was imbedded in the center of Hisoka�s abdomen, just under and between his rib cage. Judging by the rasping in Hisoka�s breath, his lungs were being ripped with the motion. Tsuzuki�s eyes became unfocused for a moment, as the amethyst depths took in the image of the young boy stretched out, legs forced up, back arched, head back and eyes closed with tears mixing with blood. The bed was covered with blood, Hisoka was spilling much too much, and so soon after the time before...Tsuzuki could feel dread creep into his soul, Muraki�s voice barely reaching him. �Rather beautiful isn�t he...the red compliments his fair complexion very much.� �...Bastard...� Tsuzuki whispered in a fainted breath. Hisoka wasn�t moving, though through his parted lips a tiny whimper or yelp would escape as Muraki shifted the knife or even his body. His eyes weren�t opening, a smooth slice apparent over one, blood trickling down with tears, his arms loose from where Muraki had released them remained above his head; his fight was gone. �Hisoka...--what have...you...� �You will never learn will you?� Muraki claimed, lifting himself from Hisoka�s prone body slightly. Yet, before he could finish his thought, before he could even clean the blade he had plucked out from Hisoka�s ribs, everything snapped in a blaze of mental fire that even Muraki could feel. He glanced up at Tsuzuki in concern, though he tried to mask the worry even as his silver eyes met dark plum. �You...,� Muraki stood from Hisoka�s bed, backing up into a straight position and facing Tsuzuki as he had never heard a tone quite so loathsome emerge from the shinigami�s mouth. Within the next moment, Tsuzuki was upon him, fingers wrapped around his neck and tearing with his nails. Muraki let off a yell, their bodies crashing into and through the door. �Tsuzuki!� Watari�s voice shouted as the two males tumbled into the hallway, Muraki ending up on top. Though his smirk at their position lasted only a split second before Tsuzuki kicked and punched the pale man off of him. Then they were wrestling for rank, for the upper hand, which with his absolute rage and the constant image of Hisoka so broken in his mind Tsuzuki obtained, connecting punch after punch into Muraki�s face, chest, arms, anything that laid open for a hit. Watari stepped back in shock, Tenkuu still knelt on the floor behind him with a similar dumbfounded expression. The blond scientist pulled his outstretched hand to his mouth, feeling oddly frightened by Tsuzuki�s behavior. He was straddling Muraki, his voice loud and in a low growl as he screamed. �You bastard! I will kill you!! I will kill you for everything you�ve done! You bastard!!!� �Tsuzuki!� Watari shouted, braving a step forward. Yet the second call was enough to make the violet-eyed male freeze, staring down at the bruise and bloodied skin of the once flawless male. Muraki�s arms were over his head, attempting to block the blows though only succeeding in letting him remain conscious. With that small pause as his only escape, Muraki threw his arms forward, tossing Tsuzuki back and into the wall. A moment after he was gone, whether through his own powers or his passage into Meifu none of them knew nor cared. Endeavoring to swallow the lump in his throat, Watari started forward his hand again reaching toward his co-worker, who was now pressed against the wall. Tsuzuki�s hands were to his eyes, palms grinding into the sockets with blood dripping from his knuckles. Watari didn�t know if it was Muraki�s or his own, all he knew was that Tsuzuki was close to the edge of insanity with the way he was curled up and shaken. �Tsuzuki-kun...speak to me...� �Hisoka,� Tsuzuki whispered, his breath hitching between the sobbed words. �Please, save him...help him...� �Bon?� Watari asked, his eyes flickering into the room, Muraki and Tsuzuki had tumbled out of. His breath sucked in quickly and instinct slammed down. Forgetting about Tenkuu; the man knew what he had done was wrong and ignoring Tsuzuki; if Hisoka survived, his lover would be fine as well, Watari concentrated on the boy. Using what clean sections of the sheets that remain he dabbed away most of the blood. Trying to see what damage needed to be treated. �Oh, Bon...you poor thing...hold on ok?� �Tsuzuki...,� Hisoka�s voice rasped, still recovering from his wounds to throat and lungs. His eyes endeavored to pry open, one achieving a slight slit. �Tsuzuki...wa...� �He�s outside the room. He�s fine...He�ll be fine as long as you stay with me. Muraki�s gone, don�t worry, you�re both safe now,� Watari assured him as he worked, his eyes finally settling on the boy�s lower abdomen, noticing the good amount of blood that had flowed under his backside. Narrowing the amber depths he slid his hand over Hisoka�s hip. The boy flinched at a wound Watari had pressed, but the scientist was more startled by the ripped flesh between the boy�s legs. It took him a moment to understand, as everything he saw seemed intact although bloody, and then another moment to control the bile that lurched into his throat. *He...Muraki cut...into...oh, gods...* He closed his eyes for a moment, then fell his knees, buckling. �Oh...Hisoka...I�m sorry, I�m so sorry...� There was no answer from the young male as he turned his head into the pillow and closed his eye, giving into to the darkness that was pleading to take him. There was no reason to fight it off any longer.