Hisoka awoke again, hearing a song that he hadn’t heard in a long while.
If Life Followed To Death
by: Jani_chan
Genra/rating: I'm not very good at these -_-; But I'd say it's okay for anyone over 13 for now. I will change this if my story changes
Chapter 1
This place was familiar, but it wasn't a good type of familiar. Everything was dark, except for some moonlight shining in through his barred window. It was silent. Too silent. So silent that Hisoka could hear his own blood pumping through his veins. His ears rang painfully to try and get rid of the silence. He was alone again. Nobody cared to visit him or play with him. They were too afraid of his curse. He forced his head into his arms, which were resting on his bent knees. He didn't like it when there were no sounds anymore. There was no way for him to summon up the people who he usually did to play with him. He almost wanted to cry. There were so many people out there, yet none could make a noise? He knew they were there, why weren't they doing anything?
Suddenly, he heard footsteps down the hallway, walking toward his door. Noise!! Blessed noise!! His ears discontinued their ringing as he listened to the kitten-like steps. Whoever it was, they were making sure that they didn't make too much noise. The only reason he'd heard the noise was because he'd been listening for one. They got to the front of his door and stopped. He wondered silently about the owner, but didn't wonder for long as the door slid open and a the figure of a small girl stood before him. He didn't sense anything from her. There was no emotion within her. Was she real? No, she couldn't be. Not if he couldn't feel anything from her. But her eyes were so blue that they seemed to almost stare through him. He'd never seen those eyes before.
"Do you want to play with me?" she asked him in a small voice, "I want to know you, if only a little bit, Hisoka."
At the sound of his name on the girl's lips, Hisoka Kurosaki lifted his head quickly. He looked around himself. He was no longer in that dark room, surrounded by nothing. He was in a warmly fashioned (yet rather blank) bedroom. He sat up slowly, looking at the clock beside his bed. It was pretty early. Rubbing his face tiredly, he wondered where that dream had come from. Could his mind be reacting to the smell of the flowers that his partner had put into his room? Or had his mind simply remembered something that he couldn't pinpoint? He shook his head, trying not to think about anything. Once he was dressed, he exited his room to go to his work, however early he was. He didn't think anyone would care, and an early morning walk would be relaxing. He didn't know why, but that dream had really freaked him out. The air was cool that morning and there was a slight breeze, but it was not unpleasant. It actually calmed him as he walked. He wasn't really going anywhere, considering he could just fly to work, but walking still made him feel like there was nothing wrong, as though it had some sort of feeling or something. Hisoka pulled his jacket slightly more snugly around his shoulders as the wind grew stronger.
Now that he though back on it, he remembered that night. He'd had many of them back when he was alive. His family had always locked him in that room to punish him for being the way he was. She hadn't been real, of course. He'd never sensed any emotions from her, even while they were playing. And nobody had ever come looking for her either. He'd thought a few times that she might have been a ghost, but he'd come to the conclusion that she was probably just like all of the other children who came to play with him. A mere figment of his imagination who'd appeared only when he'd gotten too lonely. The one thing he's really found interesting was the fact that most of the children he played with were faceless shadows in dark clothes, but this girl's face was clear, even through the darkness. Her eyes had reached his very core, glowing hope all the way there. She's also had a distinct voice, one that wasn't distant and detached like the other voices were. She'd visited his mind often back then, bringing joy and caring into his life. As the air temperature seemed to drop around him, he jumped into the air, ready to get to work due to the sudden cold.
When he got to work, he found himself greeted by an overly energetic man with Dark hair and amethyst eyes. He nearly hugged the boy when he entered.
"Tsuzuki?" he said in surprise, "why are you here so early?" He pushed the bouncing man away.
"I was dragged here by Tatsumi so I wouldn't be late like every other day," Tsuzuki pouted at the other man for a moment, but then grinned cheerily at Hisoka again. "We've got a new person today!!" This brought Hisoka's interest slightly higher
"What?" he asked, turning his head slightly to indicate his interest.
"There's a new shinigami here now," Tsuzuki, pressed his hands together as though hugging the thought and brought them up to his chin. "I saw her this morning when we got here. She was lost so I told her where she was supposed to go." Hisoka grimaced until Tatsumi spoke up.
"And then she came back after she'd walked around the entire area and was still lost," the man said, "I ended up having to show her to where she was trying to go." Tsuzuki blushed.
"She… didn't understand my directions," he said with a wimper.
"I'm surprised she was able to find her way back after trying to follow your directions," Hisoka said.
"Luck," said Tatsumi.
"We should be able to meet her later today," said Tsuzuki, seeming thrilled by the idea, "she's not much older than you and she's really pretty!"
"Sorry, Tsuzuki," said Tatsumi, "but you won't be introducing Hisoka to her today. Or for the next few days for that matter. You two have a job to go on right now." Tsuzuki pouted unhappily, but accepted the file from Tatsumi.
"Where are we going this time?" he asked. Not wanting to look at the file.
"A simple go-and-get mission," Tatsumi said calmly, looking at his computer without emotion, "you can introduce Hisoka to her once you guys come back." Tsuzuki grimaced, staring at Tatsumi for a moment, but then turned around with a groan.
"You're no fun, Tatsumi," he moaned. Hisoka turned to follow him.
Later that day, Hisoka was sitting on a bed in the hotel they'd rented. They'd found the woman they'd been sent to retrieve, but she'd been worried about her children and refused to pass, but the strange thing was that the "children" she'd spoken of were actually just many cats. Tsuzuki had reassured her that the cats would be given a good home, but the woman was out of her mind with worry. Hisoka had left, saying to Tsuzuki the woman was definitely not sane. Tsuzuki nodded, agreeing. The day had been tiresome, so Hisoka decided to go to bed early.
"Are you okay, Hisoka?" asked Tsuzuki. Hisoka shook his head.
"It's nothing," he said, "that woman just really freaked me out." Tsuzuki wasn't so sure.
"Are you sure it's only that?" he asked in concern. Hisoka sighed in frustration, he knew Tsuzuki was concerned, but he didn't want to talk about it. He was also too tired to yell at the man.
"Yes," he said pointedly. Then he took off his shoes and lay down, falling asleep almost instantly. Tsuzuki continued to watch him with concern. Then frowned and moved to watch tv for a bit, knowing that it was just the way Hisoka was.
* * * * *
Turning in his sleep, Hisoka opened his eyes to a white room. Where was he? It was sadly familiar. Suddenly, his body racked with pain. This place was lonely, and painful. None of his friends from his mind ever could be called up to comfort him. Suddenly the door to the room began to open. Nobody wanted to visit him for fear that he would make them sick. Who would possibly be walking into the room? He watched the door and found himself staring at the young girl who'd always visited him with the other children. But none of his other mind creations had come in ages. Why was she here?
"Hisoka," she said in that musical voice. That voice had become so familiar to him since the first time he'd seen her. It meant that he wouldn't be lonely anymore. He wanted her to smile and say that everything was alright, the way she had always done before, but a frown saddened her pretty face, causing her eyes to darken and her eyebrows to furrow. The look on her face told him that she was either ready to cry or had been crying already. But he still couldn't feel anything from her.
"Hisoka," she said, that beautiful voice filling his head like a song, "I'm sorry that I couldn't visit you for so long. They said I'd die if I did because I'd get sick too." Hisoka was too weak to even think of a reply. She took his hand gently in her own. He was surprised. She'd never touched him before. But even then, he couldn't feel any emotions from her. "I decided right when I heard that I didn't care as long as I could be with you. That's what I feel I was brought into this world for." Suddenly, Hisoka heard voices and feet hurrying up the hallway toward his door. The girl pulled her hand away and suddenly, the pain that he hadn't noticed had faded now retuned like a tidal wave and he gritted his teeth to keep from yelling in the agony. The girl looked at the door and then back at Hisoka. "I'm sorry," she said, "but I have to go." Tears dripped down her face as she leaned over him and softly gave him a kiss. It was a small, childlike peck, but Hisoka had never had another human being kiss him before. Before he could think about anything, the girl had jumped out the window and disappeared into the cherry tree there. A moment later, many people entered the room and he was suddenly drowning in emotions again. He almost cried out in pain. All of these thoughts and emotions made his mind and body feel as though they were going to tear apart. He couldn't hold it back anymore. He cried out in pain, bringing the roar in his head to a new level. With a cry, he used all of his strength to sit up.
...And found himself sitting up on the bed in the hotel. Tsuzuki was at the bedside, staring at him in worry.
"Hisoka," he said, rather breathlessly, "are you okay?" Hisoka didn't answer. How was he supposed to answer a question like that? Yes, I'm fine, I wake up in a cold sweat when I'm having the most pleasant dreams. Either that or DO I LOOK OKAY!?!?!?!? Hisoka sighed and settled on the former.
"I'm...okay," he said shakily, "just a dream." Tsuzuki sat in the side of his bed.
"Are you sure?" he asked, looking at Hisoka's arm. The sleeve had rolled up to his elbow and Tsuzuki was trying to see if his old scars had returned. He couldn't fool Hisoka.
"It's not...him," he said, "I just...was remembering...before I could remember him..." something in his mind made him wonder. That girl....none of the other children he'd summoned had ever touched him. But she had. He'd felt her hands, but he still questioned whether she was real or not due to the fact that he'd never felt her emotions. She'd also left tears on his cheek after kissing him...so...could she......? Hisoka shook his head. He had to stop thinking about her. She was in the past and he's definitely never see her again, considering the fact that she was merely a by product of his loneliness when he was a child. Tsuzuki patted the boy on the back gently.
"Do you need anything?" he asked, "water? Or...something?" Hisoka shook his head.
"No thanks," he said, "I'll be okay." Tsuzuki moved away again, however slowly and sat on the edge of his own bed, trying not to stare at the boy in worry. Hisoka could tell easily what he was thinking. What, other than Muraki, could make him cry out in his sleep like that? Hisoka wanted to make him realize that he was okay, but nothing came to him to do this. So he lay back down in the bed and settled himself on the pillow, turning off the bedside lamp that Tsuzuki had turned on when he'd rushed to the boy's side. Tsuzuki sighed and lay in his own bed again, following in suit. There was silence for a few moments.
"Tsuzuki?" said Hisoka in the silence.
"Hm?" Tsuzuki rolled over to face him.
"Thanks." Hisoka could feel his chuckle.
"You're welcome," he replied, "goodnight."
"Night."
* * * * *
The next day, Hisoka and Tsuzuki finally convinced the woman to pass and found themselves bringing the cats to local shelters and giving them to anyone who wanted them. By the time they were done distributing cats, they were tired. They went back to the bureau covered in fur and easily annoyed.
"Ag!" said Tsuzuki as he scratched his head, "I never wanna hand out cats again!"
"I never want to have to be around that many cats again," said Hisoka. Tatsumi looked up from his desk as the two walked in. "That and insane people give me a headache. That woman should have been given a section 8 and sent to the happy house." He rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Back successfully, I assume?" Tatsumi said, sounding almost surprised.
"Tatsumi," said Tsuzuki, with a growl, "never make me work with cats again." Tatsumi gave one of his small smiles that told he didn't care about what Tsuzuki was saying.
"Now now, Tsuzuki," he said, "just be proud that you actually finished a mission successfully and don't worry about your next assignment. Carpe Diem, you know?" Tsuzuki rubbed a hand over his face with a groan. Hisoka was just glad that it was finally over. He sat in a chair at his desk, staring for a moment at the door to the office. Suddenly, to his surprise, brilliantly glowing blue eyes met his own green ones and a startled face made his mind snap to attention. He jumped from his seat and stared at her. Suddenly noticing her, Tsuzuki stands from his seat excitedly.
"Michiru-chan!" he said exuberantly. But there was no answer. The girl dropped the stack of papers she'd been carrying and pressed her hands over her mouth, staring at Hisoka with widened eyes. Tsuzuki and Tatsumi's eyes moved to Hisoka who was still standing stiffly, his hands splayed on the desk and his face the portrait of shock. They stood that way for a while until Tsuzuki decided that was enough of that and walked over to the new shinigami.
"Hello, Michiru!" he said with widely open arms, standing between the two. Hisoka jumped over the desk and Michiru offered a slight smiled to Tsuzuki out of politeness until Hisoka shoved him out of the way. He grabbed the girl's shoulders.
"How did you get here?" he demanded to her shocked face, "how!" The girl opened her mouth as if to reply, but no words came out. Despite the fact that he was touching her, he felt no emotions from her. There was nothing indicating that she felt anything, or was even there. Hisoka almost began to shake her to get answers out of her. Tsuzuki was amazed by Hisoka's reaction to the girl. He grabbed the boy's shoulder.
"Hisoka!" he said, "get a grip on yourself." Hisoka ignored him.
"Who are you?" he demanded. Suddenly Tatsumi appeared and broke Hisoka's grip on the girl's shoulders.
"Kurosaki-kun," he said, "control yourself. I know you know her from life, but that's no reason to manhandle her." Hisoka looked at Tatsumi in surprise.
"Wha-?" he started.
"And don't expect an answer from her," said Tatsumi, frowning at Hisoka in a way that said 'I'm surprised at you'. He gave a pointed glance at her neck where a scar was still placed. Hisoka was surprised. Her vocal chords had been torn out? It couldn't have happened with she was dead because she would have just healed. Hisoka shuddered. To have your vocal chords ripped out of you while you were still alive and conscious would be painful. It was probably what killed her.
Rhea-sama
Eeeek she can write though right? D: That's a horribly sad twist at the end...
Paurie
Oh, that's a neat idea for a fic. I don't read alot of Hisoka stuff, so this was a nice change. X3
Nice end... :O When you get the reader thinking, "Noooooooo" at the end because it's over. I liked it. :3 (And nicely written. ^^)
admin
OMG! O.o wow, well a very good story, never read a Hisoka story like that before. Its still taking some time to sink in.
Otome no Shichiyou
Wow!!
That was wonderful! I want to know more now!
Jani_chan
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Hisoka's head was spinning. He'd been trying with all of his might to figure out who the girl was for the past hour or so. She couldn't have been a sibling, because Hisoka hadn't had any. A servant? No, she was dressed too well for that. She must have been very important to the Kurosaki for having been treated so well. But to Hisoka’s mind, there was no reason for her to even be there. Going over all of the things he’d been through, all of the things that had gone on in his short life, there was absolutely no reason for his family to have wanted some random girl with bright blue eyes to be there. Hisoka looked around the office, trying to get her out of his head.
She’d left the office not too long before because Watari had asked her to assist him with an experiment. Hisoka just hoped he didn’t want her to help him with his sex change potion. But Watari was only interested in turning men into women, right? Tsuzuki walked by Hisoka’s desk, dripping in his usual happy-go-lucky air that made everybody else wonder what kind of drugs he was on.
“Tsuzuki? What is Watari’s latest experiment?” he asked almost fearfully. Tsuzuki turned in surprise, having expected Hisoka to ignore him and go on thinking about Michiru.
“I think he’s trying to find a way for Michiru-chan to be able to communicate with us,” he answered. Hisoka nodded. Communication would be a problem, considering the fact that even he couldn’t feel anything from her. Seeing Hisoka going back into the thought tornado he’d been stuck in for the past hour, Tsuzuki decided to try and make him brighten up. “How’d you ever meet a hottie like her anyways?” he asked with a grin.
“‘Hottie’?” Hisoka repeated, an audible grimace in his voice. Tsuzuki frowned.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed,” he said. When Hisoka didn’t reply, he scoffed. “It’s perfectly normal for young men to look at young women,” he said, “it’s unhealthy to not do it just because of your past. Unless she’s your sister or something, go ahead and look at her, it won’t kill you.” The next thing Tsuzuki knew, he was sitting on the floor with a headache and a new bruise forming on his skull as Hisoka stormed out of the room. He was between laughter and tears when Wakaba peeked in curiously. “That boy,” he said, clutching his head with a wince as he laughed his butt off.
As he moved down the hall, Hisoka forced himself to calm down. Tsuzuki had been trying to get him all worked up, judging by the laughter that was still following him down the hallway. He took a few deep breaths as he continued on his way to Watari’s lab. When he knocked on the door, Watari answered surprisingly quickly. Hisoka had expected it to take a time if he’d been in the middle of an experiment. Watari looked down at Hisoka in surprise.
“Well, hello, Bon!” said the sunny scientist once he got over his surprise, “how may I help you?”
“May I see Mi-chan?” It took a moment for Hisoka to realize what he’d just said. That’s what he’d called her when they were kids! “Erm….I mean….Michiru-san?” Watari’s surprise faded to amusement and he allowed Hisoka into the lab.
“I’ll be right back okay?” he said, “don’t try to talk to Michiru right now, the translator only reacts to my voice and I don’t know what would happen if someone else were to talk to her right now.” Watari motioned to Michiru, who was sitting at a nearby table, very still and quiet. What caught Hisoka off guard was the high tech helmet on her head. As Watari walked away, Hisoka found himself looking the helmet over. It was big and silver, with buttons and stuff protruding from it. He really couldn’t believe that she’d allowed Watari to put that thing on her head. Before he knew it, he found himself looking below the helmet. Straight blond hair was falling from the helmet in little wisps around soft shoulders. How old was she? Tsuzuki had said 18 at some point, hadn’t he? She was amazingly developed even for someone her age. Hisoka tried not to notice this as he went on to note her posture. She was definitely raised by his family. She sat in a chair the same way his mother always had when he’d seen her. Hands calmly in her lap, together, but with the fingers un-entwined and one ankle relaxed behind the other. Her posture was perfect and so was everything else about her. She’d have made a perfect wife for the master of the house.
The thought hit him so suddenly that at first he didn’t even realize it. When he did, he nearly smacked himself for stupidity.
“That’s it,” he moaned. Before he could say anything else, Michiru’s body jolted and Hisoka heard Michiru gasp and reach up to grab the helmet. There was a flash and Michiru’s body convulsed, knocking her out of her chair to fall on the floor. Hisoka jumped forward, grabbing the helmet to pull it off. It zapped him as well, but he tossed it to the side, where it hit the floor and stayed innocently silent. Hisoka moved to Michiru’s side and gently touched her face to see if she was conscious. He doubted she’d die from that, but it must’ve hurt.
“Michiru-san,” he said worriedly. Her eyes rolled a bit and suddenly, Hisoka caught a piece of something from her mind. He reared back and his legs automatically tossed him away from the girl. He writhed on the ground, screaming in pain from what he’d just sensed. It was so strong. Too strong. Hisoka passed out.
Paurie
Oooooh. :3 I wonder what he saw/sensed? (Bad, cliffy, bad! D: )
More, please!
Rhea-sama
O: Dun dun dunnn!
I wanna know why he can feel her all of a sudden OOO:
Jani_chan
Chap 3
Chapter 3
When Hisoka awoke again, he found himself being stared at by worried violate eyes.
“Hisoka?” said Tsuzuki, “are you okay?” Hisoka sat up slowly, his head a bit fuzzy.
“What happened?” he asked. This only worried Tsuzuki more.
“You don’t remember?” he asked, then explained, “that helmet that Watari put on Michi-chan’s head short-circuted and you tried to help her, but got shocked in the process. When I came in, you were twitching and screaming.” Then it all came back to him. He’d experienced one of Michiru’s dreams. But for some reason, he couldn’t remember the dream at all. And why had he suddenly been able to sense something from her? None of this made sense.
“Where’s Michiru-san?” he asked Tsuzuki.
“She’s in the ECW,” said Tsuzuki in displeasure.
“The emergency care ward?” Hisoka was surprised. He’d never seen a shinigami go there without having been in a deadly battle beforehand. Usually with a powerful demon. “Was she that bad?” he asked.
“At first, no,” said Tsuzuki, “but that helmet didn’t mesh well with her powers. They reacted too strongly and-”
“Wait,” said Hisoka, “hold on. Powers?” Tsuzuki looked surprised.
“You don’t know that either?” he said, “How well did you know her?” Hisoka grimaced.
“Not as well as you seem to think,” he said, “now what are you taking about?”
“Michiru has telekinesis,” he said, “you know, the ability to move things with your mind?” Hisoka nodded. “Well, if she wasn’t trained as well as she is, she’d be dangerous to you because she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from projecting her emotions, thus making them hit you even herder than normal people’s emotions do. But she’s been trained for some time, allowing her to cut off her feelings completely. Because of that, she can be around you without you feeling anything from her. Your parents were right to choose her for you.” Hisoka stared t him for a moment.
“What are you talking about?” he asked, “what did they choose her for?” Tsuzuki stared at the boy, his mouth open in unhappy surprise. “What?”
“You don’t know?” he said, “you really don’t know?”
“No, I don’t know,” Hisoka said angrily, searching Tsuzuki’s emotions for a clue, “why else would I be asking?!” Tsuzuki shook his head, his eyes closed, and make a half laughing, half ‘tutt’ing noise that enraged Hisoka beyond belief.
“WHAT?!?!” the boy demanded.
“Hisoka,” said Tsuzuki, “that girl…Michiru-chan was chosen…..to be your wife.”
Rhea-sama
*pouts* It was short. I was hoping for more. I want more details woman, more details xD
Jani_chan
chapter 4
Chapter 4
“What?” Hisoka’s mind fogged.
“They chose her mostly because she could shield you from her emotions using her powers,” said Tsuzuki, “that and the fact that she’s extremely loyal to your family.” Hisoka wasn’t listening. His mind was still stuck on the word ‘wife’.
“My wife?” he repeated, staring at Tsuzuki with wide eyes. Tsuzuki visually cringed. He’d known that his parents had emotionally abused Hisoka, but he’d had no idea that they’d decide on a wife for him without him being informed. Well…they were an old Japanese family. But he tried not to think about it.
“So,” he said, “what do you know about her?” Hisoka didn’t answer at first. All of the missing elements were falling together in his mind, like pieces of a puzzle suddenly found. “Hisoka?” Tsuzuki said.
“Um…” Hisoka hook his head, “not much, really,” he said, “we were friends while we were young. And she was only able to visit me every once in a while. Even less once I got sick.” He raised his head to look at Tsuzuki. “So, if she can shield herself from my empthy, why did I see what she was remembering?” he wondered aloud.
“What?” asked Tsuzuki, “what do you mean?”
“After she was fried by the helmet, I went to see if she was okay and the next thing I knew, I was seeing memories that weren’t my own.”
“What did you see?” Tsuzuki asked. Hisoka shook his head.
“That’s another thing,” he said, “I can’t remember. Normally, when I sleep one of these things off, the memory becomes clearer, but this time, it’s completely gone. All I remember is someone screaming.” Tsuzuki thought about this, but before he could open his mouth to speak, Watari walked into the room, running his hand through his hair tiredly.
“Is she okay?” Tsuzuki asked.
“She’ll be fine,” he said, “her healing powers have begun to work again and she’s stopped fighting us.” He plopped into a chair, 003 resting on his shoulder, “are you okay?”
“Yeah,” said Hisoka, “I’m fine. But what caused the helmet to short circuit? Was it because I said something?”
“No,” said Watari, “that was my fault. I’d underestimated her powers. They’re stronger than we originally thought.”
“Why did you underestimate them?” Hisoka asked, thinking of how unlike the ministry this was.
“You see, Bon,” Watari said, “we have scales to test such things, and we base those scales and tests on averages that we’ve already researched. Putting it simply, our charts indicated that for her to have been able to control her powers at such a young age, they must not have been very strong. We were wrong.”
“How strong is she?” Tsuzuki asked.
“We’re not sure,” said Watari, “we’ll have to run tests to find out.” He looked at Hisoka. “So you never knew about her, huh?” he said. Hisoka looked at him with suspicious eyes. Nothing about him indicated teasing.
“No,” he said, “how did you know?”
“I heard about your reaction when you first saw her,” said Watari, “I’m surprised nobody else came to the conclusion.” He looked pointedly at Tsuzuki, who blushed.
“So I’m having an off day,” he said. Watari shook his head.
“Anyway, I figured I should ask if you saw anything from Michi-san’s memory,” he said.
“I did,” said Hisoka, “but I can’t remember it.” Watari nodded knowingly.
“Ah,” Hisoka grimaced.
“What are you ‘ah’ing about?” he demanded.
“Nothing big,” Watari offered a small smile to calm him down, “I just had the feeling she’d do that.”
“‘She’?” said Hisoka in surprise, “you mean to say that Michiru-san made it so I wouldn’t remember?”
“Most likely,” said Watari, “she probably wants to protect you.”
“What on earth could she be protecting me from?” Hisoka asked. Watari looked at the boy, his face drooping slightly with sadness. Hisoka felt something that was close to pity from the man as the next words slipped off his tongue and past his lips.
“Her murder.”
“Murder,” Hisoka muttered. He hadn’t thought about it, but it made sense. To be a shinigami, one had to die with regrets; and to have died so young. It couldn’t have been natural. Hisoka almost smacked himself in the head. He’d seen the damn scars, what had he thought about it then? He hadn’t. He’d practically been in shock hen he’d seen her and it had barely registered. Suddenly a thought struck him.
“Wait,” he said, “if she was under the protection of my family, then why was she murdered? The father of her appointed husband is the one who is to protect her until the marriage. Even though I’m dead, she should still be respected as a possible bride for a future heir or in case something happens to the current mistress of the household. Meaning she’d still be under my father’s protection. Not many people could get by my father.” Hisoka clenched his fists at the thought of the man he hated so much. He was gritting his teeth in thought. Tsuzuki gave his partner a piteous look.
“Remember, Bon,” Watari said, “how someone died is a very personal matter.”
“I know,” Hisoka said with a sigh.
Rhea-sama
Hmm I wonder if the families decided to dissolve the contract?
Paurie
I'm getting more into this now. @@ You make it so that I want to know what happened to that girl! D:
Good job. :3 *sits and waits for update*
Jani_chan
A few days later, Michiru was allowed out of the ECW and set to work again. She was still being tested for a potential partner, so she was just running around the office for now and doing errands as she was told. Hisoka often found himself watching her. She’d never come up to him or looked at him lately. He was getting tired of her treating him like he was a delicate doll. No matter how she died, it couldn’t have been worse than how he died. He’d been raped and cursed and then, after three years of agony, finally died, still being loathed by the family around him. How could her death have been any worse? Or was she afraid of what he’d think about her death? He didn’t know why he wanted to know so much, but it something was nagging him at the back of his mind that he should know. He shook his head and looked back down at his paper.
With a grin, Watari entered the office with 003 on his shoulder. He touched Michiru on the shoulder.
“Are you ready for more tests?” he asked her. She nodded and looked up at him with wide eyes. He stood for a moments as though listening to something that she as saying, though her mouth never opened. “No,” he said, “don’t worry. I’ll be there the whole time. The helmet was an accident that won’t happen again. You trust me, don’t you?” She gave him a look and he laughed. “Well that’s good, but you shouldn’t contradict yourself. The look you just gave me says something completely different.” Hisoka looked at him as though he was insane, though he wouldn’t put it passed the sunny shinigami. Michiru looked at Hisoka as Watari was about to leave the office. She saw the look and grabbed Watari’s arm. He stopped and looked at Hisoka in surprise. “Oh!” he then said, slapping himself in the head. The two walked over to his desk. Hisoka sat up straight from his former position of leaning on his desk.
“Wha-?” he started.
“I forgot to tell you, Bon,” said Watari, “we found a way to communicate with Michi-chan. It seems that her telekinetic powers reacted to the helmet in multiple ways that were unexpected. The first was the short circuit that you witnessed. That was the one that we didn’t like. But it also gave Mi-chan the ability to send others images and ideas through touch. If you keep in contact with her, you can have a long and quite pleasant conversation, despite the fact that she can’t give actual words to anything. You sort of have to guess what she’s trying to say.” Hisoka looked up at him in confusion.
“Why is it important for me to know?” he asked. Watari grinned.
“Michi-chan thought it was something that she should tell you,” he said, then wrapped an arm around Michiru’s shoulders and steered her to the door, thrusting his pointer finger into the air and shouting “now, for science!” Michiru peeked over her shoulder at Hisoka, her blue eyes focusing only on him. He stared back, seeing longing in her eyes. He’d never had someone look at him that way. It was the look that one would see between lovers walking down the street hand in hand. It was the look that said in every way shape and form ‘I love you’.
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Later, Hisoka couldn’t stop thinking about that look she’d given him. Why had it stood out from all of the other times she’d looked at him? Why did it keep returning to his mind and practically haunting him? Those wide eyes and soft, barely parted lips called to him in a way nothing ever had before. Even his body reacted to that look.
It had to be that smile. It was almost the same as the one she’d given him when they were children, but now it was different. It was almost…..forced. That smile was definitely not genuine, or he’d willingly eat and enjoy one of Tsuzuki’s pies. And why didn’t she want him to know how she died? His thoughts were infuriating. Nothing made sense. He’d have to go talk to her himself. And he probably wouldn’t be able to get any work done until he did, so he tossed down the papers he’d been looking at and left the room. Wondering where she was, he realized after a moment that he had no idea what she did in the ministry. From what he knew, there were still many tests being run every day to see how strong her telekinesis was. He guessed that she was probably in the lab with Watari and began to walk that way. But as he passed another office, he saw her out of the corner of his eye. Turning and almost running into the door of the room, he found that she was leaning on the window frame and staring into the sky. Her hair was loosely falling around her shoulders, its feathery ends flitting around at face as a slight breeze blew by her. She obviously didn’t think that there was anybody nearby because her powers weren’t being used. It was as though she was saving them for a different time. Hisoka could feel something from her. What was it? His heart began to beat quickly and he needed to lean against the door to support himself. His mind began to reel and he clutched at his temples, moaning with slight pain. Suddenly there was a gasp and the emotions subsided. He looked back at Michiru and found that she was staring at him with wide eyes, filled with concern. She hurried forward and touched his shoulder. He sensed her worry, but judging from the sudden lack of overwhelming emotion, she was meaning that she hoped he was okay.
“What was that?” he asked, still unable to stand. She cocked her head to the side, giving him an innocent look. He shook his head. “Don’t play dumb! Why were you thinking about him!?” Surprise covered her face. “Why were you thinking about my father!?”
Rhea-sama
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DUN DUN DUNNNN
Trouble in Paradise--er Purgatory it seems.
What fickle, foreign, fancies frollic in Michiru's mind!?
(Yes! Alliteration FTW!)
Stay tuned ficcers!
Same YnM time! Same YnM channel!
Paurie
*giggles at Rhea*
Of course, I loved the "For science" part with Watari. X3
Where's the next piece! :O I want to know why she was thinking about his daddeh! D<
laustic
How on earth did I miss this fic? It's so wonderful and I want more darn it! I need to know what happens next.
Jani_chan
the final chapter
The last chapter
Later, Hisoka found himself laying on the floor, staring up at the worried eyes of Tsuzuki, Watari, and one of the gushoshin. For a moment he wondered what had happened. Thinking hard as he stared up at the faces over him, he remembered that it had something to do with Michiru.
“Are you okay, Bon?” Watari asked. Hisoka sat up slowly, holding his head.
“I think so,” he said, “what happened?” Tsuzuki seemed almost angry at that.
“We were hoping you could tell us,” said Watari, looking at Tsuzuki and patting his shoulder. “All we know is that we heard you shout and when we got here, Michiru was kneeling over you. You were unconscious.” Hisoka shook his head.
“I have no idea,” he said. Tsuzuki stood quickly.
“I’m going to go find her,” he said, “she has to start explaining some things.” Watari stopped him by grabbing his sleeve.
“You can’t force her to tell you,” he said, “it’s---” Tsuzuki pulled his arm away from Watari.
“Don’t start with me,” he said, “she can’t just go and erase his memories every time he finds out something she doesn’t like.” With that, he left the room. Hisoka was surprised at the anger he felt radiating from the man.
“What happened?” he said more to himself than to Watari or the gushoshin.
“We think that you caught some of her emotions and saw some images that you shouldn’t have,” said Watari, knowing full well that the question wasn’t directed at him but deciding to answer anyway, “multiple people said that they heard you yelling at her. Something about your father…” Watari let his voice trail off here. Hisoka’s eyes were wide and he grabbed his head as though in pain. He’d seen his father in her mind. The memory was painful. It hurt in a way he hadn’t imagined. But what he didn’t expect, was the feeling of love that came with it.
Without warning, he threw himself to his feet and ran out of the room, leaving a very surprised Watari behind. He ran past Tsuzuki in hopes of getting to Michiru before him. He ran, though he really didn’t know where he was running to. Something told his feet where to move and that was where he went. He ran out of the building, past the lakes that surrounded the road up to the Ministry. He ran until he had no idea where he was, moving faster than he ever remembered moving. Why was he running so fast? Why did he care what happened to her now that he knew? Was it because he feared for her? A song echoed through his mind. One she’d sung to him years ago when they were children. Hisoka had a nightmare one night soon before he became sick. It was one night after Muraki had found him, though he didn’t know it. She’d sung to him in a voice that he’d almost believed could be from an angel. Now that he remembered it, he knew why she was so sad. Even with her loyalty to his family so strong, her voice had been what kept her going when everything else seemed ready to swallow her. The knowledge that she could no longer sing was threatening her very sanity.
It wasn’t until Hisoka was about ready to pass out again that he finally found Michiru. Her emotions were nearly overwhelming. She was leaned against a tree with her knees pulls against herself and her head bowed, sobbing in a way that Hisoka imagined would have been screaming if she had a voice. As he got closer, she finally noticed him and looked up, her usually pale face flushed and wet from tears. Her eyes were wide and she backed away from him, her mind screaming warnings.
“Mi-chan,” he said, stopping where he was, “I understand now… Why you didn’t want to tell me…” Michiru’s eyes widened at the sound of his childhood nickname for her. And then her mouth dropped open when he said he understood. She forgot her warnings and threw herself in front of him, clutching his shirt and crying. Her mind was crying at him to forgive her, as though she’d done something wrong. This tore at Hisoka’s heart.
“Why are you apologizing?” he asked, “you didn’t do anything wrong.” Images flashed into his mind and he leaned against her to support himself as he went through the memories as thought they were his own.
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His father, walking forward and placing his hand on the small child’s shoulder.
“You are loyal to this family,” he said, “are you not?”
“Yes,” came the small female voice that he recognized as Michiru’s. The huge man had no expression on his face.
“And you are my son’s future wife, no?”
“Yes,” said the small voice again.
“Then you have no worries as long as you are faithful to him,” Nagare’s voice became more harsh, “and you will never betray my son.”
“No,” the small Michiru sounded ready to cry, “never…I’d never.” There was a pause in the conversation.
“Good,” said Nagare, “then you have nothing to fear.”
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More memories came flooding into Hisoka, clear as day. Michiru had been mentally tortured and led to believe from a young age that she could never fall in love with anybody other than Hisoka. Her psyche was molded so that she would love only him and be loyal to him and his family in a way where she would give her life were it necessary.
Hisoka took her hand slowly. He wasn’t used to touching people still, but she’d been his friend for many years. Surely he could simply take her hand. He sighed and looked down at her.
“Don’t love me yet,” he said, “only love me when you feel honestly and completely that it’s what’s right. Don’t love me just because my father and family told you to. I never expected you to love me. But I was always glad you were there. For now, let’s just be friends until you really get to know me. Find yourself, away from my family, and then see what you really feel.” Michiru sniffled and clung to his hand, looking up at him. The longing he’d seen earlier was still there and seemed to burn too brightly to ever fade. He hoped it would. He didn’t think that kind of devotion was healthy. They sat there together for a long while, contemplating their own thoughts. Then, when he thought she was ready, he stood and helped her to her feet.
“Let’s go back before we get too cold, okay?” he said. She nodded and stood and they slowly walked back to the ministry, cloaked by the slowly surrounding darkness.
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Ta da^^ This portion of the fanfic is finally finished^^
The next portion of the fanfic is entitled "Voice of the Past" and is continued some time into the future. It's been a while since Michiru first appeared on the scene and she's changed in her attempts to find herself. New surprises await and adventures surround. But will we ever find out how she died? Perhaps yes, perhaps no... Ag, I sound like a bad sitcom commercial xDD Go on, read it^^
But one warning, it's definitely not going to be rated PG13 in some parts. So, if you wanna read, read with caution, as I believe that some parts will be closer to R rated.... ^^;;
laustic
That was excellant. I'm looking forward to the next part of this fic.
Jani_chan
I'm just posting here because it seems poor Coco missed this part. This way, the sequel wont be so confusing for her. plx don't be annoyed with me XD;;;
Editor
Oh cool, thanks a lot I'll either read later tonight or tommorow.
Jani_chan
hope you like it^^
Editor
Crap I didn't comment. Woh, that was deep, my imagination went off imagining what the poor girl must have went through. Hisoka's sincerity at the end was really touching though. Um, I'll probably have to read the rest anyway while I hop over to the sequel, but I really enjoyed this.
Jani_chan
Re: If Life Followed to Death
Thanks so much!! I'd forgotten about this actually, but now I'm rereading it over and editing the mistakes I've made. I appreciate the fact that y'all like it so much. <3<3<3
I don't read alot of Hisoka stuff, so this was a nice change. X3