[Yami no Matsuei] "Things Better Left Unshared (PG-13)
Author's Note: Written for comment_fic's "Yami no Matsuei, Hisoka, coming too close to a fellow rape victim"
WARNING: References to rape
The information that Tsuzuki had found on the incubus attacks lead him and Hisoka to the ward of a hospital where two girls were kept. One lay in a coma, while the other lay curled on her bed, badly injured, but more in her mind than in her body. During one of her wakeful periods, the nurse allowed them to approach her and talk to her.
Tsuzuki perched himself on the foot of the bed, but the girl shifted away from him. "Please, don't come near me," the girl begged.
"Oops! I'm sorry!" Tsuzuki yelped, falling over himself as he scooted off the bed and scrabbled for a chair placed at a slightly more than reasonable distance from the bed.
Hisoka drew another chair closer to the bed. "Miss Akiyama, did you feel anything strange before you saw the man who attacked you?"
The girl reached out and before he could stop her, she took hold of Hisoka's wrist. Images flooded into his mind and sensations flooded into his body: he saw through her own eyes, as she rode her bicycle through the streets of the city, carrying a package. Arriving at the package's destination, then heading out again to return to the courier service. Taking a shortcut through the park, hitting a rock and blowing out a tire. A man approaching, a slim man with long red hair and crimson eyes, offering to help her. She, accepting his assistance. And then he moved in, pinning her down. The hungry look in his eyes. The loss of resistance, even as she fought back.
Hisoka pulled out of her grip: the images rubbed against old injuries in his psyche. In the eyes of her attacker, he could not help but sense a reflection of a pale man in the moonlight.
Tsuzuki came to his side, careful not to touch him. “You okay, Hisoka?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’ll be all right in a moment,” he replied, breathing hard.
“You saw what happened?” he asked.
“I saw her attacker,” Hisoka said. “It wasn’t *him*, if you were wondering.”
“But it reminded you of him,” Tsuzuki said, putting the pieces together.
Hisoka nodded, then turned back to Miss Akiyama. “It’s all right, you take a rest.”
“You saw what happened?” she asked. “You read my mind?”
“I read your feelings,” Hisoka said, reassuringly. “It’s all right: we’re going to find the man who did this and see that he never does it again.”
“Don’t let him hurt you,” she pleaded.
“We won’t: we’ve handled cases like this before,” Tsuzuki said, determined.
WARNING: References to rape
The information that Tsuzuki had found on the incubus attacks lead him and Hisoka to the ward of a hospital where two girls were kept. One lay in a coma, while the other lay curled on her bed, badly injured, but more in her mind than in her body. During one of her wakeful periods, the nurse allowed them to approach her and talk to her.
Tsuzuki perched himself on the foot of the bed, but the girl shifted away from him. "Please, don't come near me," the girl begged.
"Oops! I'm sorry!" Tsuzuki yelped, falling over himself as he scooted off the bed and scrabbled for a chair placed at a slightly more than reasonable distance from the bed.
Hisoka drew another chair closer to the bed. "Miss Akiyama, did you feel anything strange before you saw the man who attacked you?"
The girl reached out and before he could stop her, she took hold of Hisoka's wrist. Images flooded into his mind and sensations flooded into his body: he saw through her own eyes, as she rode her bicycle through the streets of the city, carrying a package. Arriving at the package's destination, then heading out again to return to the courier service. Taking a shortcut through the park, hitting a rock and blowing out a tire. A man approaching, a slim man with long red hair and crimson eyes, offering to help her. She, accepting his assistance. And then he moved in, pinning her down. The hungry look in his eyes. The loss of resistance, even as she fought back.
Hisoka pulled out of her grip: the images rubbed against old injuries in his psyche. In the eyes of her attacker, he could not help but sense a reflection of a pale man in the moonlight.
Tsuzuki came to his side, careful not to touch him. “You okay, Hisoka?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’ll be all right in a moment,” he replied, breathing hard.
“You saw what happened?” he asked.
“I saw her attacker,” Hisoka said. “It wasn’t *him*, if you were wondering.”
“But it reminded you of him,” Tsuzuki said, putting the pieces together.
Hisoka nodded, then turned back to Miss Akiyama. “It’s all right, you take a rest.”
“You saw what happened?” she asked. “You read my mind?”
“I read your feelings,” Hisoka said, reassuringly. “It’s all right: we’re going to find the man who did this and see that he never does it again.”
“Don’t let him hurt you,” she pleaded.
“We won’t: we’ve handled cases like this before,” Tsuzuki said, determined.