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ROCKS THAT BLEED
�Where could they be?� Tsuzuki was hysterically looking for the two missing sorcerers. Once their powers unleash, the whole of Japan. No, the whole world would be in grave danger.
�They have to be around here somewhere. I can feel their power. Its so strong, so dominant.� Hisoka started shivering. The energy he has been sensing was getting too much for him but he had to go on. He had to find them.
�That place. I think I�ve been there before. I think it belongs to a friend of Muraki. Why dun we try it?� Tsuzuki hurried to the farmiliar looking, high-class restaurant , dragging the half-alive Hisoka who is actually dead� ok this is confusing�
They were greeted by many beautiful woman and was astounded by the beauty and lavishly decorated interior. Making a huge who-ha ,demanding to see the owner, they were brought to another area of the compound. The secluded and hidden area, not known to many. Hisoka could sense the overwhelming power and was physically pushing himself to continue forwards.
Tsuzuki pushed the doors open. He saw Oriya, the owner sitting with another man, talking. He was gorgeous, like a god. He had the most beautiful blond hair and it shone like the sun, brightening the whole room with his luscious locks. He was rather tall, although he was sitting on the floor, there was a distinct difference between him and Oriya. He was wearing a richly decorated black kimono with golden embroidery of phoenixs and dragons. His eyes were transfixed on them, they looked so ordinary and yet so extraordinary at the same time. Both Tsuzuki and Hisoka were practically glued to his gaze.
�Excuse me? You are?� Oriya asked the two and saw a farmiliar face.
�Fancy meeting you again, Hisoka.� he added as he smiled and smoked his pipe.
�We were looking for someone. Sorry to intrude.� Tsuzuki apologized. He tugged Hisoka�s jacket, trying to get a confirmation if this was the guy they were looking for.
�Nonsense. Why don�t you join us?� the Blondie offered.
Hisoka made no response to Tsuzuki�s tugging. He sense the power but it was not as painful and life-threatening like it was moments before. This time, it was rather calming, gentle and seductive.
Tsuzuki took his place beside the unknown stranger, still rather enthralled by the blonde�s gaze. Hisoka knew it was all sorcery but it just felt so good to be there. He just couldn�t explain it and sat beside Oriya.
�I�m Iason Ryudo.� he introduced himself, smiling, showing off the dimples he possessed.
Tsuzuki and Hisoka were stumped. The person they were looking for was just in front of them.
�I�m Tsuzuki and this is Hisoka. Anou, Iason. We are here to send you back to where you belong.� Tsuzuki tried to explain, not wanting to resort of violence.
�I know.� the blond replied frankly. He sip his tea gracefully.
�Will you come with us then?� Hisoka asked.
�No. I have much to do.� that was his only answer. He stood up, smiling once more.
�Will you come with me, Oriya.� he held out his hand, awaiting Oriya�s response. He too got up and held Iason�s hand. Then, the two of them floated, a few inches off the ground and slithered across the room, disappearing.
�How did that happen? How were we able to do nothing and let them leave?� Tsuzuki was enraged. He couldn�t explain what just happened back then. This guy was much more frustrating then Muraki.
�I dunno� and its not gonna be easy to capture them.� Hisoka was deep in thoughts. He already made plans to visit the library. He had to find out how they were bound into the rocks in the first place.
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�This is the museum?� Leon asked, pointing at the oversized building with lime stone statues surrounding the compound.
�You expected something bigger?� Muraki asked.
Leon didn�t answered, he made his way into the building, observing every item that was on display. He stopped at a particular musical instrument. A nine hole flute, Hichiriki found only in ancient Imperial Japan.
�This was mine.� Muraki joined him, looking at the disintegrating wooden flute. How the boy knew it was his, he wouldn�t know. Then, Leon held his palm out, gently closed his eyes and the flute shimmered from the glass casing to his hand. Leon grinned, though it was a simple trick, he felt really pleased with himself.
Holding the flute in his arms, he made his way through the many exhibits and finally came upon the blade he was looking for. Muraki only followed behind him. Oblivious to Leon�s plans. His eyes caught sight of the blade and wondered what need the brothers had to attain this sword. Again, Leon put out his hand and shut his eyes. The blade shimmered from the protected box to his hand.
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�Did you get the blade?� Iason didn�t turn around to see who entered his room. He continued to sip his tea, waiting for a reply.
�Its me� Oriya.�
�Oh� please come in.� Iason poured another cup of tea for his host. Oriya sat in front of him. Just staring at him, transfixed by his eyes. Iason held his hand out and Oriya inched forward for a touch. Iason moved his hand downwards to pick up the tea cup. Oriya took the tea cup, turning his head to the side embarrassed by the whole ordeal. He took a sip of his tea, still blushing profusely.
�You have beautiful eyes, Oriya.� Iason finally spoke breaking the unbearable silence. �And you hair, its so soft.� he fingered Oriya�s shiny brown hair.
Oriya closed his eyes, enjoying Iason�s touch as sexual thoughts came into his mind. In his mind, he and Iason were on a fluff bed. They were wrapped together only by the thin silk that served as a cover. He felt Iason stroking his member as it erected to his touch. He let out a heavy moan but it was silence with a deep kiss as their tongue began to dance.
Oriya opened his eyes. He shake his head trying to erase the thoughts. It never occurred to him that he would be attracted to males. It never happened before. Maybe it just a thought and nothing more.
�I love it when you moan like that� Iason said as he traced Oriya�s jaws. This time Oriya didn�t hide his redden face, instead he moved closer to Iason. He pulled the string that held Iason�s kimono and kissed the god-like man who will rule the world. |