[Yami no Matsuei] (PG)
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mtxref_ficAuthor's Note: Written for < lj user="fuda_100">'s "Irony". Featuring Tsuzuki and Hisoka, contemplating Muraki.
Searching the contents of Muraki's desk, Tsuzuki found something that made him stop in his tracks.
"Find something useful?" Hisoka asked.
Without looking up, Tsuzuki held up a slip of photographic paper in nerveless fingers. Hisoka looked at it.
An image of Muraki, seven year old, a tiny youngster in Eton shorts and a summery tunic.
"Damn..." Hisoka murmured. "He looks like I did at that age. The hair's different, but our faces..."
"You... aren't related, are you?"
"Not as far as I know. But it's strange, ironic even."
"What?"
"The one who killed me used to look like me."
Searching the contents of Muraki's desk, Tsuzuki found something that made him stop in his tracks.
"Find something useful?" Hisoka asked.
Without looking up, Tsuzuki held up a slip of photographic paper in nerveless fingers. Hisoka looked at it.
An image of Muraki, seven year old, a tiny youngster in Eton shorts and a summery tunic.
"Damn..." Hisoka murmured. "He looks like I did at that age. The hair's different, but our faces..."
"You... aren't related, are you?"
"Not as far as I know. But it's strange, ironic even."
"What?"
"The one who killed me used to look like me."
