Have you ever wondered about Tsuzuki's past? We really didn't learn Much about him from the animation or the book. So, this is what I think Is his past. But first, Tsuzuki has a date with the doctor.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Yami no Matsuei
Chapter 1: Dinner with the doctor
It was cold that night when you appeared back into my life. I had just finished a case. Hisoka and I stopped at a bar for a drink. The kid had went home saying he wanted to rest before our meeting with the chief tomorrow. I decided to stay a while longer and have a drink or two. To be honest, it was more like four glasses of wine. I was feeling pretty lethargy as I made my way home. The chilly wind nipped at my face as I settled my coat around me tightly. I shoved my hands into my coat pockets and walked to the end of the street. As I turned the corner, I stared in shock. I quickly leaped back the way I had come.
I leaned my head against the building staring up at the night sky. No, it can't be you. I felt my nerves jumping anxiously. I peeped around the corner and sure enough it was you, Kazutaka Muraki. So, you finally decided to reappear. Bastard! I watched as you shook hands with the owner of a small antique doll shop and cross the street. I could never quite understand your obsession with those china dolls with those marble eyes. Those things give me the creeps. It's as if they're watching my every move.
I cross the street also and followed behind you. The black fur of your white coat protected your delicate face from the harsh winter wind. I have to admire a person that can wear white and look good in it. And you do look good. I paused for a second to scold myself on thinking like that. Muraki is a fiend. I shouldn't be admiring you.
I tailed you for about two blocks until finally you arrived at a very luxurious hotel building. I waited for about five minutes before walking up to the hotel. The door attendant opened the door for me and I entered a huge lobby. It was warm inside. On the ceiling was a huge mural of blossoming sakura cherry blossoms. There were several residents seated in leather chairs talking to one another or reading a newspaper. I heard Chopin playing throughout the lobby. Rich people have way too much time on their hands.
I walked up to the desk and smiled at the desk clerk. The young woman did a double take as a pink flush crept across her cheeks. I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from laughing at the comical look on her face. Blushing deeper, she smiled and greeted me. "Welcome to the Emperor Hotel, can I help you?" she had asked.
"Yes, a while ago a man came in here. He had white hair and glasses."
"Oh yes, you mean Dr. Muraki. He's one of our most distinguish residents." She told me.
"I'm sure he is," I grumbled to myself. "I wasn't sure at first if it was him." I lied to her.
"I'm an old friend of his and I was wondering if you could tell me in which room he is staying. We haven't seen each other in a long time. I would like to surprise him."
"Sir, I'm sorry I can't. . ." She was about to say more but I decided to launch my secret weapon upon her.
"Please." I hit her with my patent puppy dog eyes. That did it. She crumbled and told me Muraki was in the pent house. It figures. Why it is the psycho, killers can live in a pent house while working stiffs like me live in a crappy one-room apartment.
Damn that tight ass Tatsumi.
"Here, you will need this." She gave me a small plastic card. "There's a slot at the bottom of the elevator key pad. Put this in there and it will let you go up to the pent house."
"Thank you, you are so kind." I smiled and turned to walk away when another clerk came out.
"Who was that guy?" I heard the new clerk ask.
"He's one of Doctor Muraki's friends," said the other clerk.
"Should have known only the doctor would have a friend as sexy as he is." And the two women giggled softly.
As the elevator doors opened, I and two other people walked into the elevator. The first stop was on the tenth floor as the man got off. The second stop was on the twelfth floor as a teenage boy exited the elevator. There were twenty floors. The penthouse was on the twentieth floor. I was coming close to my destination. My heart started to pound against my chest. The eighteenth floor. I could feel every nerve in my body pulsing with anticipation. The nineteenth floor. I reached into my coat and pulled out a spell scroll. I raised the slip of paper and prepared to cast my spell as soon as the doors opened. When the doors slid open, I couldn't believe my eyes. I dropped my scroll and stared in utter shock at the sight before me. Roses. . . Dozens and dozens of roses lined the hallway. There were also rose petals scattered on the floor.
The doors was about to close. I placed my foot in the way and the doors reopen. I picked up my spell and held the slip of paper tightly in my hand. I exited the elevator. The scent of the roses were amazing as their aroma filled the air. I walked down the hall caressing the soft petals. At the end of the hall was the living room. I frown. The room basked in the glow of candles on a nicely prepared table. Next to the table was an ice bucket with wine chilling in it. The curtains were drawn back showing the view of the city. It was breathtaking. The lights shimmered like stars in the night sky. I walked up to the huge window looking out.
The sudden sound of movement startled me out of my thoughts as I turned to face a very familiar steely gray eye and familiar smile. "Good evening Mr. Tsuzuki, I have been expecting you." You said in that silky tone that sent a shiver up my spine. You were dressed in a pair of tan slacks with a white shirt. I could do nothing but stare.
You looked so strange, almost normal. I've only ever seen you in suits. You look nice.
Oh God, what is wrong with me. The possessive glare in your eye held me in place. At that moment I felt like bolting. Instead, I swallowed the forming lump in my throat and pushed down this unknown fear and faced you.
"Muraki, you're alive." I said trying to sound disdain.
"Well of course, you really didn't think I was dead?" You held that damnable smile.
This for some strange reason made my heart flutter. Then the smile widen even more. "Why, Mr. Tsuzuki you were worried about me?"
I became flustered and tried to deny it. "Of course not. I was hoping you were dead."
You pursed your lips and feigned hurt. "You shouldn't lie. Your nose might grow"
Your smile returned. "You won't need this." Muraki placed his hand over my hand that clutched the spell scroll. "As you can see, I am quite unarmed."
I yanked my hand from under your grasp as though I was burn. I did not want you to feel me shiver beneath your touch. I glared at you.
I hesitated for a second before I finally put the scroll back in my pocket. "You've been unarmed before and caused quite a ruckus."
The smile on that gorgeous face became . . . I don't know warmer. But that was impossible. Right. We are talking about Muraki. There is nothing warm about the guy. You continued to smile at me. It was so unnatural to see a sincere smile on those succulent; perfect . . . Whoa, what is wrong with me?
I thought feeling a warmth pool in the pit of my stomach. I turn away from you staring down at the floor. I can just feel the blood coursing through my cheeks staining them red. Shit that's all I need is for this psycho to think I like him. I absentmindedly bit my bottom lip. I must be out of my mind. Why am I just standing here? I should be dragging his tight . . . Firm ass . . . Oh hell, what the fuck is wrong with me. It had to have been the wine. I thought panicky. I glanced over at the doctor and you held a hand out to me. I cocked a brow in question.
"Your coat," you said. I felt my heart about to burst out of my chest as you stripped me out of my black trench coat. You went down the hall and returned a few seconds later minus my coat. Muraki held out a single red rose and smiled. "As I promised Mr. Tsuzuki, a million red roses." I cautiously raised my hand and took the delicate flower. Then you pulled out a chair for me. "Please." You said inviting me to sit.
I hesitated a second and my curiosity just got the best of me. I wanted to see what you were planning. I took a seat. Muraki went into the kitchen and came back with two plates. You set a plate of beef strips, stir fried vegetables and rice in front of me. I stared at you as though you had two heads. "What's this?" I asked you Stupidly.
"Dinner." You simply stated and sat down across from me. You opened the bottle of wine and poured me a glass. "I've already eaten." I told him childishly.
You poured yourself a glass. "Well, you're not going to die. Just give it a taste and tell me what you think."
I stared down at the plate. I had to admit that the smell was tempting. I was lying about having eaten already. The truth is I was starving and that damn, tight ass Tatsumi does not give me nearly enough to eat properly. I sighed as my stomach growled protesting my hesitancy in partaking of this delicious meal. I picked up my chopsticks and placed a piece of meat in my mouth.
"Well?" Muraki asked expectantly.
"Wow, this is very good." I ate more of the tender meat.
"Really, it's not too spicy?" the doctor asked me smiling pleased. I shook my head no. "Good, I thought I might have put too much seasoning in it."
With chopsticks still in my mouth, I stared at him in shock. "You cooked this yourself?"
You nodded your head. "Well, you're not only a doctor, and a killer. You're a cook as well. Will wonders ever cease? I hope this isn't one of your victims I am eating."
Muraki frowned at me. Are you hurt by what I said? I felt bad about saying that but you have to understand why I feel this way. You killed Hisoka, prevented Marie Wong from resting in peace, tormented poor Tsubaki and drove me to the verge of wanting to die. I asked him. "Can you blame me for thinking this? You've been nothing but trouble every since our paths crossed."
Muraki circled the wine glass with one finger as though in thought. You seemed to be really thinking about what I said. You sighed. Muraki turned his gaze upon me. "Touché,
you do have a point. But let it be known that I am not that depraved." You took a bite to prove your point.
Dammit, why am I feeling bad? The rest of the meal was in silence. Until finally we got to dessert. My favorite part of dinner. Muraki placed a huge slice of chocolate devil's food cake in front of me. I think I would have died of laughter if it had been angel's food cake.
I love chocolates. The only thing better than cake is more cake. I ate a piece and cried with glee at how moist it was. "Did you make this?" I asked filled with pleasure. You nod your head. I went back to enjoying my treat.
I know that when it comes to sweets. I tend to be a little. . .what's the word hyperactive or childish. I guess my face must have been smeared with chocolate cake. I stare over At Muraki and you was smiling at me. "Mr. Tsuzuki, you're such a child." The doctor leaned over with his napkin and wiped my mouth.
"Yeah, Hisoka tells me the same thing." I began to pick the cake apart but I continue to eat it. It tastes too good for me not to eat it.
"You look rather distress. Is there anything wrong?" Muraki poured me a cup of coffee And dropped three sugar cubes in it and handed it to me. I pick up my spoon and stirred the black liquid.
"I understand that they worry about me but I hate it when they treat me like I'm a child." I sighed and leaned my head back to stare up at the ceiling.
"Or an idiot." Muraki said softly. Can you now read thoughts? It was what I was thinking But didn't want to admit it aloud. Yes, they do treat me as if I'm an idiot.
"Yeah, an idiot. They can't believe how a dimwitted, goof ball, slacker like me can have such powerful spirits. Then when they have gotten tired of me. They just throw me away without looking back. Tatsumi was the same way. He just came to me one day and said he couldn't work with me anymore. He didn't give me a reason or anything. He just turned around and walked away. Tatsumi never knew how much I . . . Loved him. So, I've tried to carry on with my duties without him." I smiled sadly to myself. "I think I must have had about twenty partners after that, but in the end, they all left me behind without as much as a second glance."
"Maybe they are afraid of you." Muraki rested one elbow on the table and his hand was cupping his chin. "People with great powers are usually misunderstood."
I turned my head to look at him and snorted. Then I returned my attention back to the ceiling. "They don't understand."
"Understand what?"
"I have to behave the way I do. It is the only way I can make it up to . . . her."
"Who is her?" The doctor asked sipping the coffee. I stared at him. You really seemed sincere and wanted to know. I clutched my hands into a fist and sat up straight. I shouldn't be sitting here talking to you. I should be dragging your murdering ass in to be judged. That is what I should be doing. So why am I hesitating. Why do I want to stay here with you? Why Do I want to . . .? I shuddered.
"Are you cold?"
I shook my head and glanced over at you. You are so sexy. Dammit, why did you have to be a vile murderer. And why am I thinking about doing things to you and with you. I could feel the color rising in my cheeks. Why not tell him. A gentle little voice whispered to me from the back of my mind. He is the only person that seems to truly want to know more About the real Asato Tsuzuki. He can't hurt you anymore than you already do. Strengthening my Resolve, I decided to tell him.
"She was my older sister, Ruka Tsuzuki."