by Rina K. Fenderson
1. Tethered
He was not sure how it ended like this. How exactly he had ended up so vulnerable; hands tied tight and high over his head, body clad in only his black pants, and curled over on the white sheets of a large canopy bed. He only knew that he was drugged and he was in trouble.
Tsuzuki Asato rolled up into a tighter ball, finding no strength to do anything else, and shook slightly as he remember what had happened and where he potentially was. His violet eyes squeezed shut, trying to chase the effects of the drugs away, and his brown hair brushed over his face as it buried into the soft pillow beneath his head. Despite his meek actions his voice was a low growl when he was whispered, "Muraki..."
Tsuzuki had been checking up on a lead concerning the disappearance of a few young teenagers that had never turned up deceased in the Juohchou records. It was a masquerade and Tsuzuki had gone alone, as his partner had mentioned something about not �feeling up to pursuing a pointless lead�. Tsuzuki, although admitting there wasn�t much of a lead to follow, thought nothing of it and went anyway, knowing that his dismissal of the case was Kurosaki Hisoka�s way of demanding to be left alone.
His eyes opened slowly and stared at the wooden dresser in one corner of the room with a blank look in the violet depths. Tsuzuki thanked the gods that Hisoka had not joined him. If he had Muraki might have... Tsuzuki shook his head once slowly, endeavoring to clear his mind of gruesome images.
Tsuzuki had not known Muraki Kazutaka was attending the ball until his name was mentioned in a near by conversation. His adversary seem to have known of Tsuzuki�s presence though, for, as Tsuzuki tried to pull down on the ropes that bound his wrists to the head bar, he felt the trembling throughout his body; an indication of being drugged.
*It must have been the wine. He must have added something to my drink.* With his head spinning, Tsuzuki yanked down hard on the ropes, shaking the bed and making the bar creak. *But whatever it is, it�s wearing off.* He wrenched his wrists again. He didn�t question why the drugs were able to effect a shinigami and a deceased soul, he had no doubt Muraki would find a way to alter a medication just enough to hit the shinigami, as it would a living human.
Tsuzuki froze when a shadow cast over him and looked up; shaken and angered. "You..."
The male smiled. He looked like an angel standing over Tsuzuki; thick silver white hair flowing in gentle waves across his forehead, over his right eye, his skin pale like delicate porcelain and his left eye an enchanting silver, the pupil the vertical slit of a cat. Tsuzuki knew this man was far from an angel, though, and balked back at the smile, trying to retreat even more when Muraki leaned over his lean body.
"You seem to be shrugging off the effects of the drugs more quickly than I assumed you would," Muraki claimed, running pale fingers over Tsuzuki�s neck, then cheek. "That could prove to be problematic."
Tsuzuki said nothing, staring with a deep glare into Muraki�s slited eye. The controlling male smiled softly, the malice showing through as he knelt beside the bed, his arms resting on the edge. "I�ve been waiting to have you like this. The opportunity you gave me last night was unsuspected. Thank you." Again Tsuzuki made no move to speak or react, he only glowered venomently at Muraki, not taking his eyes off of him. Finally Muraki sighed and stood straight, turning slightly as if to leave. Tsuzuki could barely hide his relief, before the white clad man slipped a needle out of the pocket of his trench coat, that had been draped over a near by chair. Once he obtained the needle, making Tsuzuki skittish with merely that, he stripped of his blazer, placing it over his coat, and began to prepare the medicine within the shot.
"I believe," Muraki started, turning back to Tsuzuki, who was thrashing back and forth to free himself before the doctor could administer the drug. Muraki calmly advanced onto the bed, straddling Tsuzuki�s body to keep him from throwing his weight around too much, and grasping one of his wrists, injected him with the drug.
Panicked and furious Tsuzuki bucked and kicked for a few more seconds, then felt his body go numb. He could no longer feel or move his limbs, his head even lolling to the side as his eyes hooded with the effects. "Muraki...bastard."
Muraki grinned and leaned over Tsuzuki. "I believe I�m going to enjoy my new toy."
Tsuzuki shuddered as he could feel Muraki�s hands on him, though he couldn�t move to stop him. His eyes shut tight, his jaw clenched and his throat became dry. Muraki�s mouth was hot against his neck, tracing the curve of the hollow then his collar bones with lips and tongue. He moved over Tsuzuki�s throat, nipped at the sensitive skin under his chin, then lifted his head looking into Tsuzuki�s dazed eyes, leaning down and threatening to take his mouth.
His jaw was lax now, the drugs making it so he couldn�t even clench it anymore. Muraki could easily take him at any moment, claim his mouth and body all the same. Yet, the pale man gave off a humming laugh, then slid off of Tsuzuki�s body. Confused, but thankful Tsuzuki�s head fell back against the pillow wearily. Muzaki�s form, now in the doorway, was casting a looming shadow over the canopy bed. "Sweet dreams, Tsuzuki."
Tsuzuki allowed himself a choked cry when the door creaked closed, shutting off most of the light in the room. He let his eyes close, let his body give into the drug. Muraki was teasing him, torturing him, with mock threats, but Tsuzuki knew those threat would soon be carried out to every extent he could imagine. He saw emerald green before he passed out completely; eyes that looked at him with suspicion, incredulity. "Hisoka," Tsuzuki whispered. As much as he was glad the boy had not become captured as well, he wished desperately from him to be there. Blackness engulfed him then, taking a hold of his senses and making them null.