Disclaimers: If Yami no Matsuei was mine, why would I write FANfiction?

Okay, I got reviews requesting for me to write a sequel to 'Rest Assured, I Love You'. Well, here it is! ^^ I hope you like this just as much.

Ha! To Elf Asato… this fic is dedicated to you for inspiring me with 'Hisoka Doll'. Luv it. =^^= But please don't sue me if you don't like this fic T.T I really did try my best. ^_^;;

This place never ceases to amaze me. The flowers are always in full bloom and the lush greens are so soothing to the eyes. The soft, tapping sound of the bamboo when it falls as sweet water fills it is like music. Beside it is a pond where a sole fish is lazily swimming around in small circles, as if utterly bored with its life. Who wouldn't be? With such a routine of existence, I wouldn't be surprised if the fish would've rather died and be free.

Kind of reminds me of you. I'm sure, deep down, a part of you is thankful for what I've done.

Not only that, this fish also reminds me of myself. My life is also but an endless cycle of killing, dolls, hiding from the police, dolls, running from the shinigami…

And of course, dolls… especially that particular one who happens to be my favorite.

"So what brings you here this time?"

Oriya greets me from the door, leaning on the doorframe. His one hand is holing a tobacco that he's currently puffing, and the other his faithful katana.

I turn to face him and shrug nonchalantly.

"I thought I might drop by to chat. I'm bored."

He smiles at me upon hearing that… or was it a knowing smirk?

"Come in."

~)-0-(~

I walk inside. This brothel is really well furnished. There are paintings hung on the wall that were given by famous artists who stayed here. There are also urns and lamps that were gifts from wealthy businessmen.

We enter the dining room where Oriya serves me a cup of tea. It's customary for the host to rotate the cup before handing it over to the guest who, in turn, also repeats the gesture. I take a sip ten place it back down, and Oriya takes that opportunity to speak to me.

"Tonight is the annual Sakura matsuri. Would you like to go with me?"

The Sakura matsuri… Of course, I almost forgot about that. And to think that it is my favorite time of the year, when the Sakura is at its full bloom.

I've always thought of the Sakura as something that possesses ethereal beauty. That is why I consider it the highest compliment for anyone to be compared to such heavenly exquisiteness.

Isn't that why I told you?

And I meant it.

So I consent to Oriya's invitation.

"Alright, I'll go. After all, the Sakura always brings back precious memories."

~)-0-(~

As always, there are so many people who come to celebrate the wonder of the pink blossoms. Couples are walking around and checking out booths, men in their comfortable yukata and ladies in their colorful kimono. Even the children have come in traditional clothing too. I feel a bit out of place in my white coat, not to mention that I came with Oriya who also came in a yukata.

It's a very lovely evening. The stars are like shards of a broken diamond littered in the thick black blanket of the night sky. It's a full moon too, and the silver rays illuminate the Sakura tree making it glow.

Splendid. Truly a sight to behold…

And this scenery reminds of that time…

When we first met.

And you know what? It makes me wish you were here.

While walking around, Oriya and I come across a group of influential politicians that easily gets Oriya engaged into a conversation. I excuse myself. I've never been interested in any political whatnot.

I walk away from the noisy crowd. I've always thought of noise as something so bothersome.

And where else do I end up but near the Sakura grove.

As I walk closer, I notice the figure of another person leaning on the trunk of the tree.

Well then, I guess wishes do come true.

"Who would've thought that I'd be seeing you here? My lovely doll."

~)-0-(~

"Muraki…"

You look up to me with stunning but startled eyes. I just smile at you.

Do you know what my smile means?

By the look on your pretty face, it seems to me that it annoys you. You think I'm mocking you, don't you? How mean. I'm not always like that.

Am I?

Maybe to others, but never to you my doll. Every time I smile at you, it's a true smile. It means I am pleased indeed, because you are within my reach again and I could take you away if I wanted to. Excuse me for a minute while I revel at that thought of what it would be like if I had you in my arms once more.

I wonder…

Will I ever be given that chance?

How absurd. Of course not. Not after all we've been through… or more precisely, not after all that I have done to you.

What's this?

I was expecting you to have run away and called your partner for help by now, or if not, pulled your gun and pointed it at me.

But this I did not expect.

Why do you look at me with such hurt eyes? I'm sure I haven't done anything this time. Well, I might forget whatever sin I've committed right after doing it, and I even need Oriya to count my victims for me, but when it comes to you, I never forget.

Every little wound…

Every drop of blood…

Every single tear…

As long as I was the one who did it to you, I will definitely remember.

I walk closer to you and caress your porcelain cheek. You want to back away, but you can't. I've cornered you and you're back is pressed on the trunk of the Sakura.

"What's wrong? Bouya."

You look at me with vulnerable yet determined eyes.

"Why did you give me that doll?"

I brush the back of my fingers on your smooth cheek.

"I thought you'd be smart enough to know what it meant."

You turn away with that sad look again in your gem-like eyes.

"I don't want to jump into conclusions and I… I dread to know that what I'm thinking is right." You say with a quiet voice, eyes downcast.

And you look up to me again.

"So say it directly to me. Why?"

I slide my hand into my pocket and pull out a cigarette stick. I light it and puff unflappably.

"It's a promise. You do know that I have not erased my claim on you yet, and I never will. So someday, when I feel like it, I'll come back for you… whether you like it or not."

Silence ensues… you didn't like one bit any of those that I've said, ne?

"Why…" you weakly voice out, your delicate voice always a lovely melody to my ears. "Why do you relish on tormenting me so?"

That hurts. Hearing you speak to me like that… you make it sound like I'm such a horrible and evil person.

But… I guess I could never deny that you have the right.

Breathe out a sigh.

I think it's about time I told you. I stare at the far off distance as I continue to smoke. I'll explain it to you in a way you can relate well.

"You love books, don't you? I'm sure that you have also become fond of a certain character and labeled that character as your favorite."

By the blank look in your face, I can tell that you have no idea where I'm getting at. My cigarette touches my lips for a moment then I exhale another puff of smoke.

"Tell me, weren't there times when you find your favorite character to be more beautiful whenever he suffers?"

I turn to face you and take a step closer. You back away instinctively, only to hit the trunk of the Sakura again.

"Every reader has this hidden desire to see his favorite character in pain, because it brings some kind of pleasure."

I take another step, getting closer to you.

You still seem confused, but the way your eyes widen in fear tells me that you're slowly beginning to understand.

"Ne, bouya. Do you know why I like seeing you suffer beautifully?"

Another step…

"Because in the story that is my life…"

My hand unconsciously holds your chin and lifts your head up to meet my gaze…

"You are the character I love most."

I close the small distance between us, and the gap between our… lips.

Such sweet lips…

I keep the kiss as deep yet swift as I can, then pull away.

I saw it…

Even if it was just for a fleeting second, I'm not mistaken.

That look in your eyes that's full of trust…

I only saw that once before…

That night when we first met… when the moon was bloody crimson.

I turn and walk away, but can't help but let my lips curve upwards into a smile.

I've seen it in your eyes… Hisoka, my doll.

I do have a chance.

=^w^= You don't have to remind me! I know, I have yet again created another crappy, pointless fic, which depicted Muraki much more OOC than the first one. Kill me. I'm just sooo tired of seeing Muraki torturing Hisoka over and over again. So why not open up the prospect of them actually being 'something' ne?

I heard you! You just said I'm crazy and I'm hopeless. How true… *sigh*

Still, comments, flying shoes, tomatoes, and everything else you feel like throwing at this baka neko will be welcomed. =T.T=

~)-0-(~

To those who reviewed 'Rest Assured, I Love You':

Vulpick: Thanks so much for being the first one to review! ^^

Tsuzuki2001: Thanks! You know, lately I've been losing confidence in my writing style, but your comment kept me going. I really am grateful! =^^=

WolfPilot06: Kya! Another favorite author of mine reviews my lowly work! Doumo arigatou! ^^ I'm glad you people actually tolerate me. T.T *sniffs* I'm indeed so touched.

Crazzybanana: Yup. What else can be expected of a twisted mind. XD

Inami: That's good! You know, I like it when people actually open up their minds to the prospect of Muraki and Hisoka-sama. It's not so impossible, and there are hints that they can actually be considered as a pairing… just have to look hard enough. ^^

Twylise: Thanks a bunch! Hehe, I misdirected you huh? Well, here you go! ^^ I did a sequel but probably won't be doing any other continuation, but it depends. I might come up with something. I hope you like this anyway. ^^

Saiyajin-Raven69: Yup. You're right. Muraki is always labeled as psycho, maniac, sadistic… ect. But, he's not all that bad. In fact, I really do think that somewhere in him, he has feelings for Hisoka. Why else would he have claimed him in the first place and marked him as 'his' doll? Hehe. I'm being paranoid again. I know. ^_^;;

Fiona: Well, here! I wrote a sequel. But I'm not sure if it'll go beyond this. ^^ Who knows..

Kurai and Xiamei: Wai~! So not all muraki fans think what I did was wrong! I'm so happy~! =^_^=Thanks a bunch for the reassurance!

Subaru: Wow! You know, the last time I actually thought of giving up on my writing, I just read your review and I changed my mind. Thanks a bunch! You don't know how much you've helped. =^-^= We~ll, as for your request, I'm sorry but I have to say I can't do it. T.T I could try, but I'm pretty sure I'll end up ruining the story because in every Yami fanfic I write, Hisoka-sama is my inspiration. Any fic I'll attempt to create without him would probably end up dull and nonsense, because I always make him the center of my stories. =^^= (such a bias neko) I don't want to do a fic that might end up badly especially with TxT pairing, because I know there are people out there who'd kill me if I did. If you like, you can ask me to pair Hisoka-sama with anyone, just don't remove him from the pairing. ^^;; Gomen nasai. *bows apologetically*

Bakoneko: Wai~! Thank you sooo much for such inspiring comments! I'm really glad that you like it! The fact that someone actually appreciates my writing is enough to make my day a lot better! Thank you! =^^=

Nel: Here's the sequel! So… hand over my imaginary forks! XD XD XD

Midori hitomi: Nyahahahaha! XD See? See what you and mon-chan have done? I hate you! Well, actually, I'm glad you opened my mind into a new perspective towards Muraki. ^^ *glomp*

Elf Asato: You! You are the person responsible for this sequel! Your 'Hisoka Doll' has inspired me soooo much it didn't let me sleep until I got this sequel done! *falls asleep on top of her keyboard* Zzzzzzzzz

Miao: Well, maybe I made Muraki a bit OOC, but… *scratches head, thinking of some silly excuse* Oh well. Hisoka deserved a break from always being the tortured one.

Kaiya-equinoxxx: Here it is! Your request! ^^ But I did it in Muraki's POV again because, well, I just wanted it to be consistent. I hope it turned out okay. ^-^

Yamatoforever: Soooo right! Muraki would be too blind a person if he can't see the beauty Hisoka-sama has ne? But I think he does. He just really tries hard not to let it show.

Mon: You! My dearest neko-neechan, it is with deep regret that I tell you now… you have corrupted me into thinking of muraki like some kind of angel! I hate you! XD But really, thanks for opening my eyes into a new possibility. You go muraki fangirl! =^^=

Mirai Kurosaki: Wai! Hehe, you're one of the few who tolerated this horribly written fic… of course done by your crazy neko of a friend. Hehehe ^_^;; But really, thanks for sticking with me. Cat hug! *glomps mirai-chan*