Title. Metamorphosis in your eyes
Part. 01
Part title. Cuts
Authour. ~sushisama~ (sushivice@netscape.net)
Warnings. Angst for the entire fic.  Domestic violence, as well.  A few references to sex here and there, but nothing too graphic.
Disclaimers. Yami no Matsuei belongs to whoever made them, which I cannot remember for the life of me at this point in time.  I’ll make a better disclaimer next time.
Notes. This fic is completely spontaneous.  I’m not exactly sure where I’m going with it, but it’ll be rather angsty, no matter what.  I’ve been wanting to write a fic mostly about Hisoka’s past, and that’s what this will end up being.  Read and review, please.

/ thoughts /    [ dreams ]       ( flashbacks )
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            Hisoka stared blankly at the man that stood before him.  The child was laying on his side on his own comfortable bed clothed in a loose tank top and baggy jeans.  He had only been home for a few moments before the man snuck up on him and taken him by surprise.
            When his nameless relationship had first started, it was something he looked forward to.  He would come home from Meifu to find his lover waiting for him.  It had started with such an innocent kiss and escalated so far.  They had yet to go all the way, but Hisoka had been looking forward to when they would finally make love.
            And then he changed.  Tsuzuki was no longer the same.  It was as if the demon inside him came out and was now taking charge of their affair.  Hisoka hated it.  He hated the way that the sweet man now treated him.  He was cursed, yelled at, and hurt.
            “Tsuzuki...” the boy breathed quietly, staring into the man’s purple eyes that once were full of so much emotion, but now seemed empty.
            “Yes, Hisoka?”  He smirked as he leaned over the boy on the bed, a mischievous look now entering his eyes.  “There something you need?”
            Hisoka closed his eyes and curled into a ball.  “I need you... to go back to what you were.  I don’t like this.  I don’t like how you treat me.”
            “I thought you hated how I was never serious about anything?”  He sat on the bed behind Hisoka, leaning over and gently kissing his neck.  “I’m so much calmer now.  Don’t you like it?”
            Hisoka gasped as Tsuzuki bit his ear lope.  “I...  No, I don’t...  I liked you hyper.  It got annoying sometimes, but it was your quirk that I liked...  That’s not the only way you’ve changed, though...”
            “Oh, you mean...”  Hisoka yelped as he felt the cold steel cutting into his forearm and bit his lip.  “...that?”
            Hisoka fought back tears as he winced, though a few leaked out of the corner of his eyes.  This wasn’t the man he had been slowly falling in love with.  This was someone completely different.  Tsuzuki would never do this to him.  It wasn’t in him to.
            Tsuzuki licked the tears that were rolling down the boy’s cheeks.  “But, Hisoka... when you bleed, and when you cry, you don’t see the other things that normally make you shy away from me.  Doesn’t that change the situation?”
            “No, it doesn’t.”  Hisoka curled up tighter, wanting Tsuzuki to go away.  “It wasn’t causing me so many problems before.  You didn’t have to change...”  He swatted at the man kissing his neck to make him stop, even if he did enjoy such physical attention.  “I want you back, the way you were...”
            Tsuzuki grinned.  “I like being like this...  I’m tired of being submissive...”  He put his hand under Hisoka’s shirt and just barely touched each of his nipples, making the boy shudder.  “You don’t like me being dominate, Hisoka?”  He roughly pushed the boy onto his back, ripping off the tank top and throwing it to the floor carelessly.  He brought his knife to the middle of his chest and pressed it to the bare skin.  “You want me to go back to someone else being in charge?”
            Hisoka looked up at Tsuzuki, fear evident in his eyes.  “Tsuzuki... Please...”
            Tsuzuki enjoyed the look of hurt and pitifulness in his prey’s eyes.  He was truly in control.  And it was such a wonderful feeling.  “Please what, Hisoka?”  He pressed harder with the blade, piercing the boy’s skin and making him cry out.  “Do you want me to stop?  Or do you want me to continue?  Don’t tell me you don’t get off by this...”  He brought the knife downwards, cutting open the front of the child, the blood starting to flow heavily.
            “Please... just stop...  I don’t want this!”  Hisoka grabbed at Tsuzuki’s hands to retrieve the knife, but the man easily held it out of his reach.  When that failed, he tried to get up, but Tsuzuki grabbed his wrists and forced him down, straddling his hips.
            “Do you want control that badly, Hisoka?  Fine, then.”  Tsuzuki let go of his wrists and put the blade into his hands, directly it so the tip was now aimed at his chest.  “You’re in control now.”
            Hisoka’s hands shook as Tsuzuki let of him all together, staying perfectly still as he stared don at the boy.  “I... don’t want to hurt you, Tsuzuki...”
            “I want you to, Hisoka.  Come on, just a little cut...  You’ll see why I like it so much...”
            The child gulped.  “You sure... you want me to?”  Tsuzuki nodded.  Hisoka stared at the blade for another moment before hesitantly pushing inward.  Blood trickled down slowly.  He stared at the crimson for a moment before looking up at Tsuzuki.  The dark-haired man had his eyes closed and his mouth open some, his breathing a little ragged.
            “You really do like this...” Hisoka whispered more to himself than to Tsuzuki.  “But... my Tsuzuki would hate to be cut, even a little...”
            Tsuzuki opened his bright purple eyes and grinned, taking the knife from Hisoka.  He kissed him passionately, pushing Hisoka onto the bed.  “Because,” he whispered into Hisoka’s ear, sending chills down Hisoka’s spine, “I’m no longer the Tsuzuki you know.  Not anywhere near it...”
            Hisoka screamed as the knife was driven into his side.  He struggled, trying to get the man off of him and get away from this entire situation.  As he did so, Tsuzuki dragged the blade downward, opened him up even further.
            “Doesn’t it feel wonderful, Hisoka...?”  He licked the blade.  “Don’t you like this?” 
            Hisoka stared at him for only a few more seconds before his world went black.  But before it all faded, he thought he saw black wings...
            Hisoka, it’s not me... something called to him.  I would never do that to you...
            Whatever else he wanted to say was lost as the world completely disappeared.