Tsusoka metaquote
Excerpt from gaudior's 'Exorcism'. Hisoka has been possessed by the vengeful ghost of a priest who has just attempted to rape the reincarnation of a priestess.
Tsuzuki grabbed him hard around the shoulders, trapping his arms against his body. “What about her happiness?” he growled, his anger beating hard around them. “What about Hisoka’s?”
“What about it?” Hisoka struggled, managed to dig a fist into the shinigami’s gut. Tsuzuki grunted, but didn’t let go. “It’s her or me. I’m sick of denying myself.”
“Bastard!” Tsuzuki’s arms slackened just slightly in his disgust. “Just because you’re sick of going without, you think that’s a reason to rape someone?”
Hisoka shuffled his feet, trying to get a better position. “I’m not going back to that frustration. I don’t care about what I have to do for it.”
“Asshole,” Tsuzuki growled, “you could ask.”
Hisoka stopped moving. “What?”
Tsuzuki panted, not trying to get a better position, just holding on. “You don’t just take. Not against someone’s will. That’s unforgivable.” He felt a little hopeful, reaching out. “If a person chooses you back, it’s different.”
Hisoka shook. “Bullshit! Who are you to talk-- you’ve been after me for weeks!” He twisted sharply, throwing the bigger man over his shoulder to crash hard against the ground. “You fucking hypocrite!”
Tsuzuki gasped, stunned. “Hisoka...”
Hisoka laughed. “Don’t pretend you’re better than me,” he said. “I held myself back for my whole life except that once. You couldn’t wait one day before you were trying to get me in your bed!”
Tsuzuki rolled onto his side, leaning his weight on his arm, starting to rise. “Hisoka,” he said, his eyes brimming but intent. “Do you really think I would do that to you?” He rose, slowly, until he was kneeling at Hisoka’s feet. “I know you can feel that I love you, and I’m sorry, I wish I could keep that from bothering you.” His voice shook. “But do you really think that I’d hurt you? Ever?”
“But,” Hisoka said. “But you want me. Like I want her.” He gestured to Keiko, who was curled up around her hand, eyes wide.
“No,” Tsuzuki said sharply. “You,” he hesitated, “you want to own her. To make her your toy. I don’t want to own you like that, Hisoka.” Hisoka didn’t remember ever looking into Tsuzuki’s eyes for this long before. They held him. “I-- I’ve been wanting to be yours.”
Hisoka staggered. “I,” he said. “That is...” He laughed, suddenly seeing through it. “That’s fine for you, shinigami,” he said, and something felt wrong, but he didn’t know what. “But I don’t like men. Too bad.”
Tsuzuki’s head shot up. “Ajari,” he said, and his eyes looked like purple flames. “I won’t forgive you for this.”
Tsuzuki grabbed him hard around the shoulders, trapping his arms against his body. “What about her happiness?” he growled, his anger beating hard around them. “What about Hisoka’s?”
“What about it?” Hisoka struggled, managed to dig a fist into the shinigami’s gut. Tsuzuki grunted, but didn’t let go. “It’s her or me. I’m sick of denying myself.”
“Bastard!” Tsuzuki’s arms slackened just slightly in his disgust. “Just because you’re sick of going without, you think that’s a reason to rape someone?”
Hisoka shuffled his feet, trying to get a better position. “I’m not going back to that frustration. I don’t care about what I have to do for it.”
“Asshole,” Tsuzuki growled, “you could ask.”
Hisoka stopped moving. “What?”
Tsuzuki panted, not trying to get a better position, just holding on. “You don’t just take. Not against someone’s will. That’s unforgivable.” He felt a little hopeful, reaching out. “If a person chooses you back, it’s different.”
Hisoka shook. “Bullshit! Who are you to talk-- you’ve been after me for weeks!” He twisted sharply, throwing the bigger man over his shoulder to crash hard against the ground. “You fucking hypocrite!”
Tsuzuki gasped, stunned. “Hisoka...”
Hisoka laughed. “Don’t pretend you’re better than me,” he said. “I held myself back for my whole life except that once. You couldn’t wait one day before you were trying to get me in your bed!”
Tsuzuki rolled onto his side, leaning his weight on his arm, starting to rise. “Hisoka,” he said, his eyes brimming but intent. “Do you really think I would do that to you?” He rose, slowly, until he was kneeling at Hisoka’s feet. “I know you can feel that I love you, and I’m sorry, I wish I could keep that from bothering you.” His voice shook. “But do you really think that I’d hurt you? Ever?”
“But,” Hisoka said. “But you want me. Like I want her.” He gestured to Keiko, who was curled up around her hand, eyes wide.
“No,” Tsuzuki said sharply. “You,” he hesitated, “you want to own her. To make her your toy. I don’t want to own you like that, Hisoka.” Hisoka didn’t remember ever looking into Tsuzuki’s eyes for this long before. They held him. “I-- I’ve been wanting to be yours.”
Hisoka staggered. “I,” he said. “That is...” He laughed, suddenly seeing through it. “That’s fine for you, shinigami,” he said, and something felt wrong, but he didn’t know what. “But I don’t like men. Too bad.”
Tsuzuki’s head shot up. “Ajari,” he said, and his eyes looked like purple flames. “I won’t forgive you for this.”