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Save a Prayer 1/? Yami no Matsuei
Aug. 28th, 2004 10:11 amDisclaimer: I don't own Yami no Matsuei and I make no money from this or any other story I write.
Pairings: Muraki x Tsuzuki
Category: General
Rating: R
Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, language
Title: Save a Prayer
Author: yellowhorde
Status: In Progress
Note: This story takes place after the Kyoto Arc.
PART ONE
Looking back on current events, Tsuzuki realized that he hadn't been at all surprised when his cell phone began ringing the sultry, mid-summer's night before. No, there had been no surprise, just a not quite calm sense of expectation.
It had been half past ten and he had always held the opinion that no one in their right mind had any business calling anyone else at such an ungodly hour - unless it was an emergency, of course. The number on the readout wasn't one he recognized but a heart thumping curiosity had taken control of him. He pressed the talk button and raised the phone to his ear cautiously, as though it was a dangerous snake that might bite him.
Now, as he tried to recall the events of the night before- the details were currently fuzzy at best - he realized that the smooth, cultured voice of Dr. Kazutaka Muraki should have surprised him. And yet he hadn't been surprised, though admirably he had been startled at first, and more that a little flustered. It was as if he had been holding his breath and waiting for this phone call for months. As the voice of his mortal enemy washed over his body, a poignant sense of longing consumed Tsuzuki. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Invisible hands encircled his heart and squeezed mercilessly, filling him with a strangely intoxicating combination of fear and hope.
"Why, good evening, Mr. Tsuzuki," Muraki's voice was a calm and courteous as ever. "Did I wake you? I certainly hope not."
"Mu- Muraki! What are you-? How did you get-?” Confused and uncertain, Tsuzuki cast his lilac gaze out of the window of his small bedroom. Outside the full moon was a dark and sinister red. His heart began beating wildly.
"Hisoka!" he gasped the name of his young partner certain that harm had befallen the sixteen-year-old at the Doctor's cruel hands. It wouldn't be the first time such a terrible thing had come to pass.
’No, Mr. Tsuzuki,” Muraki said, his voice betraying only the slightest hint of annoyance, "I haven't done anything to the boy. This is not a matter that concerns him but rather one between two consenting adults."
"You and I?" Tsuzuki asked, not entirely liking how Muraki had slipped in the word 'consenting'. It was a word that left very little to the imagination in regards as to why he was currently talking to his nemesis. It hinted at what this call was really about. He swallowed nervously, his throat like sandpaper.
"That is correct." Muraki replied.
"W-What exactly do you mean by that?"
"Oh, come now, my love, surely you are not that naive?"
Tsuzuki drew the phone away from his ear and stared at it in something close to horror. Part of him wanted to slam the phone down, rudely disconnecting the line. But he didn't dare. Muraki had taken the first step in contacting him after having all but completely vanished from the face of the world after their last disastrous meeting. As Hisoka had confirmed, by proof of the angry red lines of the death curse that still marred his skin, Muraki hadn't died from either his knife wound, or the almost overpowering heat and strength of the Flame of the Serpent - both which had been delivered by Tsuzuki's own hands.
But why was he finally making contact after so many months had passed? The scorched ruins of the University had been cleared away and a new building constructed in its place. Time had marched on. And now here he was, talking to Tsuzuki as if they had just seen each other yesterday.
"What do you want with me, Muraki?" He demanded, trying to sound more tough and in control than he felt. His nerves had tied themselves into a large knot in his stomach. He didn't really want to know the evil Doctor's intentions, but he could give a fairly accurate guess as to what they were.
"I just want to talk with you, Mr. Tsuzuki." Muraki answered calmly.
Tsuzuki seriously doubted that was all he wanted, but he held his tongue with some effort.
"It's a beautiful night, you know," He continued, "Perfect weather for an enjoyable night on the town... if you're willing."
Something in Muraki's voice kept Tsuzuki from letting loose the scathing comment that wanted to fly from his lips. It was something - some feeling - that he had never heard in the Doctor's voice before. And though he couldn't believe that Muraki really had such feelings, he heard something in his tone that he was all too familiar with: loneliness, coupled with a sad and fragile hope.
It was the first impression he received more than the last that had piqued Tsuzuki's curiosity and started this snowball of fate tumbling out of control. Now, as he lay stretched out still and sore in an unfamiliar bed watching dust motes dance in the golden rays of morning sunlight he found himself wondering, 'If I were given a chance to do last night all over again, would I have done anything differently?'
No, he thought, probably not.
"Go on,” Tsuzuki urged Muraki quietly. "I'm listening."
TO BE CONTINUED...
Pairings: Muraki x Tsuzuki
Category: General
Rating: R
Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, language
Title: Save a Prayer
Author: yellowhorde
Status: In Progress
Note: This story takes place after the Kyoto Arc.
PART ONE
Looking back on current events, Tsuzuki realized that he hadn't been at all surprised when his cell phone began ringing the sultry, mid-summer's night before. No, there had been no surprise, just a not quite calm sense of expectation.
It had been half past ten and he had always held the opinion that no one in their right mind had any business calling anyone else at such an ungodly hour - unless it was an emergency, of course. The number on the readout wasn't one he recognized but a heart thumping curiosity had taken control of him. He pressed the talk button and raised the phone to his ear cautiously, as though it was a dangerous snake that might bite him.
Now, as he tried to recall the events of the night before- the details were currently fuzzy at best - he realized that the smooth, cultured voice of Dr. Kazutaka Muraki should have surprised him. And yet he hadn't been surprised, though admirably he had been startled at first, and more that a little flustered. It was as if he had been holding his breath and waiting for this phone call for months. As the voice of his mortal enemy washed over his body, a poignant sense of longing consumed Tsuzuki. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Invisible hands encircled his heart and squeezed mercilessly, filling him with a strangely intoxicating combination of fear and hope.
"Why, good evening, Mr. Tsuzuki," Muraki's voice was a calm and courteous as ever. "Did I wake you? I certainly hope not."
"Mu- Muraki! What are you-? How did you get-?” Confused and uncertain, Tsuzuki cast his lilac gaze out of the window of his small bedroom. Outside the full moon was a dark and sinister red. His heart began beating wildly.
"Hisoka!" he gasped the name of his young partner certain that harm had befallen the sixteen-year-old at the Doctor's cruel hands. It wouldn't be the first time such a terrible thing had come to pass.
’No, Mr. Tsuzuki,” Muraki said, his voice betraying only the slightest hint of annoyance, "I haven't done anything to the boy. This is not a matter that concerns him but rather one between two consenting adults."
"You and I?" Tsuzuki asked, not entirely liking how Muraki had slipped in the word 'consenting'. It was a word that left very little to the imagination in regards as to why he was currently talking to his nemesis. It hinted at what this call was really about. He swallowed nervously, his throat like sandpaper.
"That is correct." Muraki replied.
"W-What exactly do you mean by that?"
"Oh, come now, my love, surely you are not that naive?"
Tsuzuki drew the phone away from his ear and stared at it in something close to horror. Part of him wanted to slam the phone down, rudely disconnecting the line. But he didn't dare. Muraki had taken the first step in contacting him after having all but completely vanished from the face of the world after their last disastrous meeting. As Hisoka had confirmed, by proof of the angry red lines of the death curse that still marred his skin, Muraki hadn't died from either his knife wound, or the almost overpowering heat and strength of the Flame of the Serpent - both which had been delivered by Tsuzuki's own hands.
But why was he finally making contact after so many months had passed? The scorched ruins of the University had been cleared away and a new building constructed in its place. Time had marched on. And now here he was, talking to Tsuzuki as if they had just seen each other yesterday.
"What do you want with me, Muraki?" He demanded, trying to sound more tough and in control than he felt. His nerves had tied themselves into a large knot in his stomach. He didn't really want to know the evil Doctor's intentions, but he could give a fairly accurate guess as to what they were.
"I just want to talk with you, Mr. Tsuzuki." Muraki answered calmly.
Tsuzuki seriously doubted that was all he wanted, but he held his tongue with some effort.
"It's a beautiful night, you know," He continued, "Perfect weather for an enjoyable night on the town... if you're willing."
Something in Muraki's voice kept Tsuzuki from letting loose the scathing comment that wanted to fly from his lips. It was something - some feeling - that he had never heard in the Doctor's voice before. And though he couldn't believe that Muraki really had such feelings, he heard something in his tone that he was all too familiar with: loneliness, coupled with a sad and fragile hope.
It was the first impression he received more than the last that had piqued Tsuzuki's curiosity and started this snowball of fate tumbling out of control. Now, as he lay stretched out still and sore in an unfamiliar bed watching dust motes dance in the golden rays of morning sunlight he found himself wondering, 'If I were given a chance to do last night all over again, would I have done anything differently?'
No, he thought, probably not.
"Go on,” Tsuzuki urged Muraki quietly. "I'm listening."
TO BE CONTINUED...
