There was a good deal of blood. Of course, he'd known there would be. He'd always known.
Did you think that would be enough? taunted the voice in his head.
"No," Hisoka panted. He was still on his knees; he should stand up. He tightened his grip on the knife.
The blood-drenched corpse before him shuddered, fought for breath. "How many times," Muraki said, surprisingly coherent through his wrecked lips, "are you going to do this, boy?"
"I don't know," Hisoka rejoined, standing finally. "Until it works."
Muraki's eye-- slitted, inhuman-- regarded him. "Perhaps you will," he said.
I am not entirely sure this counts as pre-slash.
Did you think that would be enough? taunted the voice in his head.
"No," Hisoka panted. He was still on his knees; he should stand up. He tightened his grip on the knife.
The blood-drenched corpse before him shuddered, fought for breath. "How many times," Muraki said, surprisingly coherent through his wrecked lips, "are you going to do this, boy?"
"I don't know," Hisoka rejoined, standing finally. "Until it works."
Muraki's eye-- slitted, inhuman-- regarded him. "Perhaps you will," he said.