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 Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 12:01 am
Muraki closed his eyes. "Gomen nasai." he spoke, releasing Oriya's hand and returning to the pile of charts and files. "I know it wasn't what you wanted to hear..."
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"There." Muraki smiled, "I think I got them all out." he sat back beneath the tree, arms behind his head.
It was quite a lovely day.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 12:07 am
"It's more than that, sensei." He watches him, quietly. "But it's not something I can or will explain to you."
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"Thanks." He smiles, reaching to play with his hair. liking that he's relaxing, and not wanting to rush him to go home.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 9:13 am
He turned, watching Oriya carefully, "Please, try to explain it, Oriya-kun." Muraki replied, obviously very calm.
He was unlike his violent self from before...
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The teen closed his eye. "I was the one that put them there, silly." Muraki whispered, quite content.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 12:19 pm
Hisoka looks up from the shower.
In his distressed he'd forgotten all about that.
Playing might make him feel better, and forget his pains.
He dressed, and walked back to his room.
The blonde dug through his closet looking for his flute case.
He pulled the light so he could see, he reached over the top and pulled out the black dusty case.
He blew off the dust, and opened it as he sat on the bed.
The Shinigami put the instrument together, then lightly blew in it making noise.
The blonde began to play a nice sad tune.
He may of not played in a long time, but he still remembered this tune fondly.
It been one of the few things his mother had given him, though she hummed it, and he learned it on the flute.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 2:12 pm
"It's not just you that your revenge puts in danger, Sensei." He sighs, looking up at the ceiling, because... if Muraki does turn again, he doesn't think he can bear to see the look in the other's eyes. "I had hoped this would demonstrate that for you."
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Tsuzuki slips into his room with his coffee, drinking it and listening. The song sort of makes him want to cry... it's better than he expected, Hisoka's playing.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 5:26 pm
(Don't forget the flashbackers)
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"It did." Muraki whispered.
He felt terribly guilty.
Guilty to the point of being sick.
"But it also showed me, that the longer I drag this out, the more harm that will come to you... to Ukyou..." he shook his head, hand clenched in a fist. "I can't stop, Oriya-kun... I just can't..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 7:59 pm
"You were." He smiles, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply, completely content for the moment.
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He just lets out a breath, closing his eyes. There isn't anything more to say, really, and he's tired of fighting.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 8:16 pm
"Gomen nasai, Oriya..." Muraki whispered, refusing to look at the man from where he sat.
Oriya's chart was open before him.
"I brought this on you... and... and I can't be there for you as I want... as you want..."
In truth, Muraki Kazutaka was incredibly sorry. He had never been so sorry. But he couldn't give up.
"He won't be dead until I'm finished, Oriya-kun... Please... I ask you to wait for me..."
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The teen rather liked just laying there, nothing to do.
"You know..." Kazutaka whispered, glancing to his friend. "This isn't such a bad way to spend a day. Or a life for that matter."
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 8:33 pm
"Stop apologizing, sensei." His voice is really rather cool, clipped. This does make him angry... less for himself and more for Ukyou-san, because it's entirely possible that she will be hurt next. Before... he could trust him to keep everything seperate, but now...
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"No it's not." He smiles down at him, nodding a little. "I'm going to re-design the gardens at home, to make them better for days like this."
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 8:38 pm
"Naze?" Muraki asked, turning and looking at Oriya.
The man seriously looked like he was about to cry.
"Naze, Oriya-kun? It's my fault... all of this... All of the pain I've put you and Ukyou through for countless years... All because of this... this..."
It was an obsession, yes...
But it was far more than that.
He'd been saved from the flames of Touda.
Saved by something that wasn't human anymore.
That wasn't even alive.
And yet...
In a sense...
Still walked among them.
Still walked among them and yet Kazutaka Muraki was unable to tell anyone about it.
Dark secrets were better left in the dark, after all...
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"Honto ni?" the teen asked, looking up at his friend from where he lay.
A few stray strands of Oriya's hair got caught in a breeze, blowing over Muraki's face and tickling him.
He caught them, running his fingers through the long dark strands as he thought.
"What changes did you have in mind?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 8:58 pm
He looks over at him, tiredly. "Because apologizing serves no purpose, sensei. And I'm tired of arguing with you over this."
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"More trees... a proper pond and waterfall... all kinds of things. I'll show you the plan I'm working out, later, if you like?" He watches Muraki play with his hair, trying not to flush again. He really just wants to lean down and kiss him...
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 9:06 pm
He wanted to scream that it did serve a purpose.
But it was only a selfish one.
"If I could make you understand..." Muraki whispered, turning away and moving to the window. "If I could even begin to explain it, Oriya... I would try in a heartbeat." he sighed. "But you weren't there, my friend... You didn't see what I saw through those flames..."
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Muraki continued to twirl Oriya's hair in his fingers. "I'd love to see it, Oriya-kun. It sounds like you're going to completely revamp the entire thing."
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 9:12 pm
"Why have you never told me? You don't even try to explain." Growing frustration evident in his voice. "All I can see is you being incredibly selfish and short-sighted."
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"I am. Mother's a bit horrified." He grins, shifting a little, leaning a little closer accidentally. "But it'll be lovely."
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 9:29 pm
The doctor sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. "I never wanted to explain... because it would have only pushed you farther away."
He turned, watching Oriya with a guarded expression.
He didn't want anyone to know...
Ever...
Demo...
"When I thought I was dying, surrounded by flames... bleeding... dying..." his voice was soft as he remembered that terrible day.
His true failure...
"And... I saw him, Oriya. He came to me, wrapped me in his arms, cradled me beneath black wings and a light so bright... full of power... and a dark evil so strong that it filled me with fear and dread... and..."
Muraki closed his eyes, one hand moving up to cover his fake eye.
"It was him, Oriya-kun... It was Saki... He'd been dead for so long that I... I never expected him to be an angel of death... I wanted to live." he sighed softly. "I wanted to help Ukyou... to be by your side... God, how I wanted to remain in this world. And I gave up my soul. I promised him a body... I promised him the power... I promised everything, if I could just live."
For a long time, Muraki said nothing. He moved to sit down again, staring down at his hands, unseeing.
"But I can't forgive him. I'll give him his wish, Oriya... but I won't let him keep it."
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"I can't wait to see it." Muraki whispered with a smile, his silver gaze locked on Oriya's own eyes. "Horrified or not... it'll be a zen masterpiece once you're finished, Oriya-kun."
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 9:34 pm
((niiice twist :3))
Oriya's ever-present tiredness is completely forgotten at that. He pushes himself to sit up, staring at Muraki. "Sensei..." There is a long moment of shock and absolute dread, and then the ever-logical Oriya starts analyzing this. "You promised. Did you do anything more binding than that?"
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"I'm glad you have so much faith in me..." His voice nearly a whisper now, a low, very intimate voice.
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