Muraki x Yukifumi 0109.09

Yukifumi is sitting in his chair, reading, and slouching down a bit more with each passing moment.

Muraki looks at the patient list, "Next, please." He says dully, just doing his job now.

Yukifumi looks up, and sees that all the trauma cases have been taken, all the earraches gone, and all the ODs gone as well. He discards the magazine, and stands up. He seems a bit unsteady, but not unable to walk or manuever. "Hai.." he says, then walks over.

Muraki steps inside the examination room and draws a curtain when Yukifumi has settled down at the seat. "Hello, I'm Dr Muraki." Now the badge is in clear view as well. "I heard from you have some headache or sort?"

Yukifumi blinks, and slowly looks up at the man standing before him. His anger boils again, despite his inebriation, and he narrows his eyes at the MD. Something makes him not deck the guy, however, he is not able to hold his tongue, "I've been looking for you..." he says, then realizes he is standing, looking the Dr in the eyes with a dread gaze. "You... you messed with my girlfriend.." he says, accenting the point with a poke to your chest with an index finger.

Muraki adjust his eyeglasses. Then he brushes away the accusatory point of a finger. "Would you care to be little more specific?"

Yukifumi continues his glare, and steadies his stance of defiance. "Em..er..alda.." he says, stretching out each syllable as if each were a different accusation. "She told me what you did to her..." he says in a low even voice. His lavender colored eyes bright suddenly. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" he continues. Hey, after three bottles of Sake, it doesn't sound cliche, it sounds manly!

Muraki looks amused. "You talks as if I have wronged her somehow." He eyes Yukifumi, critically. "I think I see your problem and where I stand in all of this." He chuckles, "You were searching for me and...now you found me. What will you do?"

Yukifumi tilts his head slightly to the side, and again, the strength comes from Sake. He gives you a shove backward with his hands, and glares at you. "I am not sure yet. Why don't you tell me exactly what you did to her, and I will decide how much I will hurt YOU afterward." he says, full of bravado.

Muraki steps backward, purely an act of unbalanced man. He looks hurt already, and adding the physical injury might break this humble looking doctor. "I would never hurt Emeralda. She is like a goddess to me. She and I use to talk of many things. I helped her better understand her inborn ability, her gift."

Yukifumi tilts his head again, not convinced at all by your story. "Really? And how do you treat your goddess so that they become sad depressed things that leave their boyfriends?" he accuses. "She could not even speak of what you did to her, all I know is it made her sick and weak!"

Muraki says softly, "I would make my apology to her if she has became depressed because of me." He looks at Yukifumi, "She has a mind of her own. If she does not speak, it is her choice. If she is sick, then it's her choice to get well or get worse. I am a doctor. If she comes to me, I will do my best to heal her. Doctor's duty is to save lives." He smirks handsomely.

Yukifumi pokes at your chest again, "She's not coming any where near you EVER again!" he says emphatically. "You hurt her, and she's just too... too noble to tell me what you did because she knows that I would come unglued if I knew."

Muraki grasp hold of Yukifumi's hand. "...if I hurt her? I told you I would not hurt her. Do not make me repeat myself. And do not touch me..." His voice is calm, but his silver eyes turns malevolent. Hunger lurking within the depth of his eyes.

Yukifumi narrows his eyes at you, and they flicker from your face to your hand gripped on his wrist. He reaches out with his other hand, and grips your other wrist in his hand. He begins to squeeze, and considering his prowess as a guitarist, he has quite a grip for one so slenderly built. "I'm touching you again... Just like you touched her and hurt her..." he glares.

Muraki smirks, "Please. Not inside the hospital. I have a reputation to uphold." Blood seeps through the bandage, dark chant quickly spoken to make the injury worse. He is concentrating on the power now and does not feel the pain. His hand snakes free, covers Yukifumi's with his blood and before he can utter or do anthing..."You said something about picking someone my own size...your about my size don't you think?" Room cracks with unholy energy, striking down at Yukifumi's body like a jolt of lightning bolt. Blood curse will paralyze him if you brought no fuda of defense.

Yukifumi opens his mouth to utter another challenge, but the sound catches in his throat, and your attack strike him. His body jolts as if hit with a charge of electricity, and he freezes where his stands, his mouth frozen in mid silent scream. His eyes regard you with a stalled terror.

Muraki narrows his eyes, "I do not need another vistors like you. It would be simple if I killed you right now...but that would be boring. I'll settle with...you-will-not-remember-me trick. Amnesia is hard to achieve, but I had some practice lately." He smiles, picking up a paper cutter from the desk. "Let see how long you can stay conscious while I scrape off your skin and heal you..." Blade tears off Yukifumi's clothing, letting it sink deep from the neck and moving down.

Yukifumi can't move, can't scream, and can't understand WHY he can't do either. Sobriety and terror hit him at the same second, and his heart is the only thing that moves with the fear washing over him. His eye lock on you, and the razor in your hand as it deftly removes his clothes with a surgeons finesse, and a madman's desire.

Muraki toss the shredded clothing aside like a garbage. Serpent eyes staring down at Yukifumi. "Tell me if it hurts..." No, his victim can't scream. He chuckles insanely. Leaning over, he lets the sharp end sink at the neck skin, drawing first blood. He drinks the blood, because it's a shame to waste it. "Very, interesting taste...there's some music in your blood." He comments and continues to seperate the neck skin carefully from Yukifumi. Let the pain and torture...begin.

Yukifumi cannot scream using his throat, but in his mind, the cries are deafening. For better or worse, he can only blink, and at the first cut of the blade, white hot pain shoots along his nerves. When your lips touch his skin in the obscene mockery of a kiss, hot tears stream from his eyes, and trail down his cheek, and along his neck. If you attention is drawn there, now that his shirt is removed, pale twin puncture marks may be visible. As the blade cuts him again, peeling the skin away, his mind blanks, but your spell keeps him cruelly conscious and coherent.

Muraki drinks in fear as well, humming because the fear Yukifumi generates is like a music to his ears. His lips glistening red with Yukifumi's blood by the time he finishes dining upon the spilt blood, he smirks dominantly. Wiping off the blood, he concentrates on the broken skin around the neck. Warm healing magic is released to regenerate the damaged skin now. For a moment there a relief. There is some comfort. Sweet time before another assult. Silver eyes gazes deeply into Yukifumi's eyes, capturing him and never letting him go.

Yukifumi feels your mouth leave him, and he sees the smear of his blood on your face before you wipe it away. His mind reels, as he realizes what you must be. "Oh God..." he thinks. "Not that..." Then he feels the warm healing on his shoulder, and for just a moment, the searing pain is gone, and his body wavers away from shock. When your eyes meet with his, he has no choice but to stare back. The absence of the pain brings his courage back briefly, and he steels himself for what will come next.

"Hmmm...." Serpent eyes turns into slits. He kisses the paralyzed victim's fingertip. "You still there?" Blade touches Yukifumi's shoulder and this time, he slashes it around the arms to the fingertip. He tears the skin off cruelly efficent, blood spilling wildly. As the victim twitches in agony, he holds the body until the seizure subsides. Before...he makes another pass this time at Yukifumi's other arms.

Yukifumi's mind fights to take him away from this torture and perversity, but your spell keeps him from blacking out. His partially nude form, resplendent in it's youthful beauty is glistening with sweat, making the blood stream all the freer down his arms now subject to fillet like a piece of meat. As you hold him in your sadistic embrace, his blood soaks your clothing, and splatters on the floor at your feet. A single plea pounds in his mind, silencly screamed to a higher frequency, <<Lucifer! Can you hear me?! Save me... Please...!">> comes the psychic SOS.

Muraki heals the bloody victim in his embrace again. Cool essence of life flowing and soothing out all the pain. He licks his hand covered with red liquid. It disappears. Blood that dripped onto the floor. Or soaked the clothing. He absorbed it as if it were an air. "aaah...very smooth. And you still have more energy left. I suppose I can try some more later."

Muraki removes all sign of torture from Yukifumi. He strokes his finger over Yukifumi's lips. "You have a fine essence. It's a shame I have to let you go, but your blood and spirit will be sweeter with age. I am sure we will meet again..." He dabs his finger to his wrist, making it slick. Wet fingertip touches Yukifumi's eyes, touching the iris so it is cursed. "I have branded you. When you blink, you will not remember this event immediate, but you will every night. In your dreams. Only a fragment will be there to recall when you wake up each morning..." He writes up a patient form for Yukifumi. "...your official or public record. You come in with an hangover and found the cure is all." He smirks and releases Yukifumi from the body paralysis.

Yukifumi stares at you in horror at your words, unable to move or call out, and unable to move from your branding of him. As you release the peralysis from him, he collapses onto the hospital bed, slumping onto his back, your prescription and report in his closed fist. His eyes close, and he moans softly, momentarily passed out from the trauma and stress.

Muraki brushes his hand across Yukifumi's cheek. "...have a nice day," He calls for the nurse, few minutes later. He hands her the patient's diagnosis report. Nurse takes the papers and hands Muraki next patient's file. He chuckles, hands inside the labcoat pocket, leaving the room.

Yukifumi startles awake as soon as you leave the room, and heart pounding, he sits up and looks around in a panicked manner. Fear washes over him, and he looks around the room wildly. The young nurse looks at him, and smiles. She knows who he is, Yukifumi the Rock star, and taking the opportunity to console him, she places a hand on his arm. "It's OK..." you just passed out. "You are going to be fine now. Perhaps a bit less partying would be better for you..." She grins. Yukifumi looks at her oddly, then collecting his coat from the chair, he takes his paperwork, and quickly leaves the Hospital.