kami_doll (kami_doll) wrote in yami_no_matsuei, @ 2009-12-21 01:01:00 |
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Summary: Tsuzuki and Hisoka are called to investigate a mysterious string of disappearances in the town of Hinamizawa. At first things go as expected, but eventually the supernatural begins to show an unexpected face, and even Guardians of Death are not immune to the whims of gods.
Preview.
Preview.
Although the idea to split up had originally been his, Hisoka was no longer sure it had been the wisest of plans. Running headlong through a thicket of trees with no end in sight was disorienting at best, terrifying at worst. On top of that, being an empath really didn’t give him a better perspective of things, at least not where focusing on the job was concerned. Sure it was handy when dealing with humans, feeling guilt or anxiety, fear or rage gave you a great way to gage the guilty and the innocent. But, when it came down to a soul devouring demon whose only feelings were hunger and rage, well that really didn’t give you much to work with except your own choking fear while running away from it.
Of course Hisoka wasn’t certain if his heart pounding was from his own fear (some days he couldn’t tell his own emotions from the person next to him) or from the excitement of a so called “Shrine God” that was slowly creeping out of the crevasses of the night to greet him. Still, though his heart pounded, he knew that whatever the reasons were they were no reasons that benefited him. He continued to run until at last he came to a clearing. There were still trees, and if he looked up, stars: as far as the eye could see. Stars and trees surrounded him. Beauty and darkness. Somehow, no matter in what stage of Hisoka’s life, these two features always went hand in hand for him. And never had they predicted a good outcome.
For a moment Hisoka had to stop, if nothing else, to catch his breath. He tried looking around for an exit, but the darkness was as merciless as his pursuer. It showed him no openings. No hope.
“Shit!” he exclaimed quietly. He could yell for help. Tsuzuki couldn’t have gone too far, but in reality Hisoka knew that even his partner was powerless here. The gods that protected him would not fight the intents of a god that had been wounded and betrayed by its worshipers. Tsuzuki they would protect, perhaps, but Hisoka would be on his own.
A sound caught his attention, but it was not that of a bloodthirsty demon.
The quiet giggle of a young woman danced its way into his ears. Slowly, he turned, confused by the strange turn of events. His eyes traced a small, slender outline of a young girl with long green hair and dark green eyes. Her build was childlike, if not fairy-like. She was far too slender, even for a young girl, to be human, or at least healthy. Her body was rigid save for her hair which blew in the light wind that prickled his skin. Yet as he stared down at the unnatural form he recognized her. A chill caught him in the pit of his stomach, and for the first time in many, many years Hisoka knew pure fear.
“Mion?”
The young girl of no more than fourteen grinned. There was a deadness to her eyes and voice, but her gaze caught and held him firm.
“Kurosaki-kun,” she whispered. “You’ve come.”
Hisoka shifted his stance. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but either way he felt that he had best be prepared for the worst. Gods knew what was going on in this town, but he and Tsuzuki had determined a long time ago that none of the inhabitants could be trusted. Regrettably, any friends made along the way were no exceptions.
“Mion, what’s going on?”
A devilish, unnatural smile crossed her face. Suddenly, she wasn’t Mion anymore. A closer look at her eyes in the moonlight showed that her pupils had become long, narrow slits, like those of a cat’s. Although her expression was still dead, there was something very frightening about her tone of voice and the way she now moved.
“Kurosaki-kun, you ought to have been studying enough to know.”
Hisoka grit his teeth.
“Where are the others?”
“They are coming.”
Hisoka started to speak but immediately stopped himself. To Mion’s right, out of nowhere, materialized Rena. Her expression was similar. Then Shion, Mion’s twin sister. They didn’t move, but their presence, even though they were smaller and younger than Hisoka, was intimidating. These were not the girls that he had been speaking to for the past three weeks. These girls were something different. Entirely different creatures. He sensed a cold blankness, a hunger…and a longing.
“Shit.” He cursed again.
“I think he’s finally getting it,” said Rena, a smile slowly crawling across the flesh of her face.
“You’re all possessed!” He yelled loudly.
“You could say that,” said Mion again. “Too bad you, like the others, found out too late.”
Hisoka’s face went slack for a moment, and then he realized what a fool he had been. He hadn’t been running away from the demon, he’d been running towards it.
The effort was futile, but he still turned on his heels in an attempt to flee. Self preservation, perhaps. No matter how impossible, we all have to try.
Before he knew it, what felt like a meat cleaver seemed to have lodged itself into his back. Immediately Hisoka went down, the pain flowing through him but not killing him. Shit. They didn’t know what he was, and even if they did, this was going to take a long time to complete. Guardians of Death did not die easily, and Hisoka would be no exception.
This would be painful, and long, exactly how the Shrine God would want it to be.