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 Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 6:23 pm
He didn't know what to do...
Wrapping his arms around Tsuzuki, Muraki buried his face against the shinigami's shoulder, clinging to him like a life line.
"I killed them..." Kazutaka couldn't help but whisper, over and over again. "Those little girls... and... and that beautiful woman... those men... and I... I tried to kill everyone onboard..." grey eyes squeezed shut as the doctor tried to focus himself.
Tried to calm down...
But he simply couldn't...
He felt like the small frightened boy of his childhood, clinging to his best friend and sobbing his heart out...
'Oriya... please... I didn't do anything but he... he...'
The warm arms of Mibu Oriya, a young teenager, wrapped around the thin frame of Muraki Kazutaka, holding his friend close. 'It wasn't your fault, Kazu-kun. He's not right... he's never been right.'
'Don't make me go back, please!' grey pleading eyes gazed up at the young restaurant owner-to-be. 'Please, Oriya!'
The long haired boy shook his head, 'You can stay here with me... I promise. I won't let him find you, Kazu-kun...'
Now however, Muraki was a grown man, and the shinigami who embraced him was hardly the friend.
The very friend whom they were going to run into that day...
"Oriya..." Kazutaka whispered softly, "Tsuzuki-san please... please tell me that Oriya doesn't know what I've done! PLEASE!" the man begged, clinging even tighter to the amethyst-eyed shinigami in his panic.
If Oriya knew...
Then wouldn't Muraki have lost his one and only true friend in this world?
No one... could love a monster... like him...
No one...
(((I was having a giggle fit over the remembrance that Muraki's hair, "Messes up his timing", hehehe.)))
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 9:11 pm
Micheal bared his teeth at the idea of showing restraint but had to admit the blonde had a point. "Fine you have 24 hours then I go back to searching my way."
The cat's tail twitched back around his paws. At least if Watari looked it would save him time and effort. He could probably find ways to distract the scientist and make him fail. He had alot of experience in mischief making to run through before he resorted to more violence. It was just violence was so much fun.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 5:13 am
Holding onto Muraki as tightly as Muraki held onto him, Tsuzuki fell silent as Muraki spoke, unable to say anything of further comfort. It was so like him, as if he were somehow holding himself now. The pain and fear and regreat were mirror images of Tsuzuki's own past.
Then the way the doctor asked about Oriya...Tsuzuki wished he hadn't heard it, didn't have to answer that question. Truly, the shinigami didn't want to be responsible for telling the man anything more to hurt him.
"I...I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry..." he trailed off, hesitant to speak further, then deciding to go on.
"Oriya knows everything. Probably more than I know. He...he covered for you. Honestly, he's probably the only reason you aren't dead or imprisoned..."
Tsuzuki didn't let go of Muraki, instead pulling him closer, cradling his head to his shoulder like a comforting lover, waiting for the next wave of whatever emotion was to come.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 6:20 pm
"What have I done?" Muraki whispered, clinging to the shinigami as silent tears slipped from his silver eye. "I... I can't erase it, Tsuzuki-san..."
Images flashed before the doctor's mind... swirling, condensing, and spiraling out of control until the man couldn't stop it.
Couldn't help it...
His body over that of a young blond on the night of a blood red moon...
Lithe fingers grasped around the hilt of a dagger as he drove it into the sensei's chest...
Lips pressed ever so seductively to kiss away tears that fell from amethyst eyes...
For a moment, Muraki pulled back, looking into the gaze of the shinigami above him. "What... who... am I..." Kazutaka whispered before claiming Tsuzuki's lips with his own.
He wanted forgiveness... release from the pain in his head... from his memories...
And if the shinigami could forgive him for the despicable things he had done...
Couldn't the world also forgive him?
~ ~ ~
"A day only?" Watari frowned, thinking this over for a long while. "It might take that long just to get access granted... hmm... Until then, could you at least transform out of that cat form? It really is going to throw my pets."
He was meaning, not only 003, but both 001 and 002 as well.
"I'll get in touch with Hakushaku and see if I can get access today."
(((We need a Tatsumi.... hehehe)))
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 8:38 pm
"Fine, I'll give you a week, or until I get bored." The cat's tail twitched as he thought, with an evil grin on his face, his form shivered in a way that made the eyes of anyone who watched. Soon there was a black ferret where the cat had been. If anything a ferret was worse than a cat where birds were concerned. "How about this?" He grinned and after another eyewrenching shift, he transformed into an almost annoyingly cute, albeit sinister corgi puppy. His fur still remained the iridescent black fur.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 9:09 pm
"A human form would be best." Watari replied with a sigh, arms crossed over his chest.
He wasn't very impressed at all... actually, the scientist was rather annoyed.
"As for a week, that will help things considerably. Right now, my personal resources are limited, so a search could take longer than usual."
(((Yami no Matsuei is on the SyFy Channel right now... *twitches* THE VOICES! THEY BURN MY EARS! *cries* This show just sucks without Miki Shinichirou and Seki Toshihiko and Shou Hayami and Morikawa Toshiyuki! ENGLISH VOICES BURN!!!! WATARI SOUNDS LIKE JAMES FROM TEAM ROCKET FROM POKEMON! *cries* Which wouldn't be bad if it was Japanese Pokemon since James (Kojiro) is played by Miki Shinichirou.... BUT WATARI SOUNDS GAY IN ENGLISH! LIKE FLAMBOYANTLY! *cries* NO KANSAI ACCENT!!! DOUSHITE NO?!?!?!?!??!!!)))
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 9:39 pm
((OOC: Turns tv station.~ Subtitled is better. But it's nice to see it on some format other than my ipod. The voices are all outta wack. My brain twitches.))
Micheal frowned and turned into his human form, or as close to it as he could manage. "You know, I used to look more human than this. At present this is the best I can manage."
He shrugged and looked down at the fish. No sense in wasting good fish, he thought and bent down and picked up the fish. He gave a flash of a grin and swallowed it whole. "Next I suppose that you would like me to leave as well?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 7:57 am
There was a bit of surprise and hesitation as Muraki pressed his lips against his, but Tsuzuki made up for it in an instant. Tenderly and passionately, the shinigami returned the kiss, deepened it even, a hand rising to push back through silky strands of silver. It felt like an eternity before the kiss broke. Tsuzuki was half-smiling, resting his forehead against that of the other man.
"What are you? You're wonderful, and I...I really, truly love you."
Silently, Tsuzuki moved in again and kissed away the tears still warm on Muraki's face...kissed them in nearly the same manner Muraki had once done to him, though in his actions there was far more caring than the doctor had once granted the shinigami.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:18 pm
"Actually," the shinigami smirked, nodding in approval at how Micheal was now in a form that wouldn't freak out the locals QUITE as much... "I want you to stay here." Watari smiled, heading into the kitchen and putting up his coffee cup. "It would mean you weren't out terrorizing the population while I'm investigating your tenshi's whereabouts."
~ ~ ~
Somehow...
Muraki was able to hold back the torrent of choking sobs that threatened to overtake him. As he felt the shinigami's warm caring lips kiss away his tears... grey eyes opened and the man couldn't help but stare into those beautiful amethyst eyes.
"Tsuzuki-san..." Kazutaka whispered softly, his gaze searching for the forgiveness that his soul so desperately craved.
'If he loves me... doesn't he forgive me?' the doctor thought.
For a brief moment, Muraki doubted the shinigami's words.
How could anyone love him after what he had done...
Ah... if he only knew the depths of Oriya's own love... perhaps the doctor wouldn't have felt such a need to suddenly end his own existence.
But as it was...
He didn't know... and now, Kazutaka was left with this burning desire to feel acceptance for the atrocities he had committed.
"Forgive me..." Muraki whispered before claiming Tsuzuki's lips once more with his own, the kiss ever so tender, as his arms moved up to lace around the shinigami's shoulders... lithe pale fingers tangling gently in chestnut hair.
(((OOC: I just kinda... grabbed my dvds and popped them into the player. I bought the full series off ebay last year for like $30 total. Hehehe, it was the same with the manga... I bought the entire series for like $35 sans the 3 volumes I already had (I had vol 1,2, and 4 already), off ebay. Ebay is my YnM friend, hehe.)))
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:28 pm
Tsuzuki allowed the kiss to consume him once again, his heart absolutely leaping with joy. Someone was reaching out to him, someone needed him, and that someone was Muraki Kazutaka...the man who had stolen his heart long ago. To top it all off, that man was practically reborn, not out to hurt him anymore. Asking for forgiveness even. So much of it resonated with Tsuzuki's own past. He couldn't have denied the doctor had he wanted to, and he most certainly did not want to.
That sweet kiss seemed to go on and on and on, but when they parted for air, Tsuzuki was smiling, sparkling tears of gladness beading in the corners of his amethyst eyes.
"I forgive you. I forgave you long ago. I...I think I forgave you even before you did what you did. I promise, I will always forgive you, no matter what."
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:30 pm
Micheal's smirk checked itself. He'd more than half hoped to be dismissed, there was so much havoc he hadn't yet caused. "And what if I refuse? Is my word not good enough? I rarely if ever lie you know. Though I'm sure that you'll find that out too in the time I've given you."
The demon dropped bonelessly into a chair and looked over at Watari, trying to read the scientist's expression. That was something he was never good at, he knew fear and pain well enough but Otori had been the only person he could read.
"What would your superiors say if they knew you were hiding a demon in your rooms? Would they kick you out?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:59 pm
"With how my luck has been recently," Watari spoke as he returned to the living room. "Enma-sama probably already know by now. The fact that I'm still standing here... if proof that he apparently approves."
After all, Watari was under constant supervision from the Lord of Meifu... so the scientist highly doubted this had gone unseen.
"You're going to stay here because I'd rather not fight with you over the point." he spoke, his expression the mirror of light and cheerful.
If Micheal was going to try and read the blond... he had another thing coming.
No one could read him...
Except MAYBE Hisoka... and only due to his empathic abilities.
"You'll stay here, out of trouble, and I give you free reign to eat anything in my fridge. Just leave the birds alone. Deal?" Watari asked with a raised eyebrow.
~ ~ ~
"Doushite?"
That single word, whispered with the emotion of a breaking spirit, was going to literally mean life or death for the doctor.
Why was Tsuzuki forgiving him?
After everything he had done... after everything he remembered having put the man and his partner through.
He had been a sick, twisted perversion of the doctor that he had always dreamed of being. Having thrown everything away to gain arcane power and restore life to his deranged sibling.
To a sibling that had done nothing but hurt Kazutaka...
Thus, Muraki had to know why...
Why was this shinigami saying he loved him? That he forgave him?
Especially when the doctor had done nothing to garner anything but absolute hatred from the man...
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 9:07 pm
"Because that is what I feel. Everything about you, I always knew you were something amazing...deep down. What you did wasn't your fault. It could have happened to anybody given the circumstances. I don't blame you. We're far too alike, and now that I see you...the true you...I understand that all too well. Monster's don't mourn or beg forgiveness, men do. You are a man, not a monster, and as far as I am concerned, your slate is clean."
These words, Tsuzuki could hardly understand how he was speaking them. Such deep thought wasn't totally foreign to Tsuzuki, but he wasn't used to being the one comforting instead of being comforted. Still, he held onto the other man, soothing him, brushing his hair back over and over with his warm hand.
Now if only Tsuzuki could understand that the words he spoke essentially meant he deserved forgiveness as well. The shinigami would always bear his cross, and forgiving himself was one thing he could never do.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 9:18 pm
Muraki shook his head, anger filtering into his grey gaze. "What circumstances, Tsuzuki-san?" he asked, half tempted to push the shinigami off of him.
And yet... the nearness of the amethyst-eyed man was comforting somehow.
"What could ever make me... make me murder and torture so many people? I'm a doctor! I'm supposed to help them! I'm supposed to heal not maim!"
Sighing, Kazutaka closed his eyes, laying back against the pillows. "Are you telling me," the silver haired man spoke softly, "That you've killed people mercilessly? Innocent people? That your hands are as blood stained as my own?" there was a flash of suspicion in his gaze. "Or are you just trying to make me feel better?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 9:30 pm
Time froze for Tsuzuki in that instant. The shinigami stared unblinking for what seemed an eternity.
"I didn't mean to." he whimpered, shoulders beginning to shake.
Still, he fought to keep his composure. Tsuzuki had to comfort Muraki right now. Muraki needed him, and, to the guardian of death, that was far more important than his own pain.
"They others...they were hurting me. Doing terrible, terrible things to me. All I remember is screaming and crying, and when I opened my eyes...blood and death...everywhere."
The shame was apparent on Tsuzuki's face, his expression full of inwardly directed blame and self-loathing.
"I'm sorry..." Tsuzuki murmured, though he was uncertain as to why or to whom.
The familiar fear was beginning to build. Tsuzuki felt that Muraki was going to turn on him, hate him like so many others. It was only natural. The shinigami, even in life, had a knack for driving people away.
"I'm sorry...I didn't mean...I should go..." he shifted, beginning to stand up.
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