---X---Chapter 1

Tsuzuki smiled as he walked outside in the frosty air, his breath showing as a white fog in front of his face. He couldn't help but grin as he saw the little children running outside door to door, saying "Trick-or-Treat!" to the families inside.

"Isn't it fun to watch?" he asked his partner Hisoka, who was standing next to him, the warmth of his body warming Tsuzuki's arm.

The young boy shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. I remember when I did it. I thought it was almost as awesome as Christmas."

Tsuzuki nodded simply. His memory as a child—or what he had of it—wasn't a happy one. His grin started to fade as he remembered what Muraki had told him, and the memory's of what actually happened. Finally his smiled faded completely into a frown, the blonde haired youth noticing. "Tsuzuki, what's wrong?"

The now dim violet eyes turned from the electric green ones, debating on whether or not he should say. He's shared so much of himself though, as silent as he is, so it's only fair... he thought, letting out a breath. "I remember Halloween. I remember always hiding, because the kids would come and beat on me, saying 'Tonight's your night, freak! Why don't you get out there with everyone else? You'd only have to go as yourself, monster!' Then they'd hurt me, and leave me out in the cold, where no one would be able to find me sometimes. I always wondered though, what it'd be like to be with everyone else, not worry about someone commenting on my eyes and getting second thoughts..."

Hisoka reached to put a comforting hand on his friends shoulder, but stopped, Tsuzuki noticing, remembering that Hisoka could read emotions, and see memories if they were strong enough. Instead he spread his arms out, giving the darker haired one a giant, meaningful hug. Tsuzuki was surprised, saying "Hisoka!" when he heard the smaller one's breath draw in sharply. "Let, let go. It'll be for the better. I don't want you sad on a holiday you enjoy."

He felt Hisoka's muscles tighten, his breathing quicker. "Hisoka, let go!" he repeated, not caring if anyone could see the two as he grabbed the boy's arms, trying to pull them off of him.

"Your pain...your grief," Hisoka replied, teeth gritted, tears starting to fall on Tsuzuki's shirt, the breeze making the spots cold. "It's so much. How could you deal with it? So often?"

"Hisoka, let go of me now! Besides, I...I got used to it. I learned of places to hide, or different routes on my way home to avoid getting jumped. It was life."

Hisoka finally managed to pull himself away, tears still creeping out of his eyes. "I'm sorry. You shouldn't ever have been through that."

Tsuzuki looked away, staring at the children coming down the house's front steps, dressed as witches, goblins, aliens and more, others heading up. "It's the past. One I barely remember. I just think what I remember are the highlights of the worst parts. No big deal."

He stood up, realizing he had earlier crouched down, and helped Hisoka up, who was quickly wiping his tears away. They turned around, about to go meet Tatsumi at the café nearby. Both were at least happy they had convinced the secretary to get out and about, especially on such a "different" night.

Then, screams. Thuds hitting the ground. Splats. Tsuzuki and Hisoka turned around, paralyzed on sight. Blood everywhere. Screams of panic were layering the air, soon cutting off as their bodies hit the ground. Tsuzuki started running forward, mass confusion and worry on his mind, a constant thought of Oh god, someone has to be alive. As he searched though, he found everyone dead, with throats slit. Blood started creating puddles on the ground, soaking through the candy that was spread everywhere. The children were collapsed in piles, parents nearby.

Tears welled up in Tsuzuki's eyes, his steps becoming clumsier as he saw the entire neighborhood had been slaughtered, one lone man standing in the center of the road, holding a small child who was screaming and crying. Tsuzuki almost tripped, Muraki smiling. The silver hair fluttered across his face, the glasses slightly falling down his nose, dressed in the same white outfit, Tsuzuki slightly wondering how he stayed warm. The doctor held his arm up, holding the small boy around the age of eight or nine by the neck, the mask falling off and revealing frightened brown eyes. His slightly long brown hair kept falling in his eyes as he struggled to get away, little legs kicking, arms grabbing at the hand.

"Ah, Tsuzuki, why doesn't this surprise me that you're here?"

"Muraki! Did you do all of this?" The doctor nodded, Tsuzuki's mind cracking in despair and disbelief. "Why? Let the poor boy go..." he whispered almost, Hisoka straining his own self back.

"Oh Tsuzuki. I want to see you break, every part you, and I want your memories to haunt you forever, since you can't die. Take off your watch, and just look at what you did. And, as for the boy, well, you'll see if you don't come with me now."

"Careful Tsuzuki," Hisoka murmured beside him, the green eyes full of anger.

"Don't worry," he softly replied. "What do you want?" he asked louder, anger and caution in his words.

"To see you fall. It is my pleasure in breaking someone, and you've been in my sights for a long time, Tsuzuki. Come here now, please."

Tsuzuki paused, his mind not knowing how to work anymore. Muraki's hand tightened on the boy's neck, the boy yelling for help even louder. Tears were coming down somewhat more, the kid scared out of his mind. "Do you really want to see me hurt this young boy?" Muraki asked, placing a hand in his coat pocket and pulling out a knife. At the sight of this, the boy's movements became more frantic, his voice higher, the tears faster. Muraki took the knife and put it in front of the kid's right knee, then jammed it through when Tsuzuki didn't move.

The kid cried out in agony, Muraki removing the blade slowly, and doing the second knee, the boy crying out even louder if possible. Tsuzuki's mind started cracking even more, each scream like a dagger to his head. Hisoka noticed from beside him, unknowing of what to do exactly.

"Stop it!" Tsuzuki cried, unable to move towards the boy. "What do you want from me?"

"I want you to come here. How many times must I repeat myself?" He put the knife in the crook of the boy's arm and quickly pierced it through, the elbow dropping, the boy squirming away becoming once more desperate. Muraki did the other arm, having it fall to his side completely.

"Now," he said, threatening to push the knife into the boy's stomach, "if you don't come here, you are going to see this boy die in front of you. It'll be your own fault, because you could have prevented it. You could have come here, and cooperate, and have this boy...well...not dead. But you're going to see him die a long, painful death, and his voice will echo inside your head forever, if you want to think of it like that."

Tsuzuki felt like he was going to throw up, his mind emptying as he saw the knife slowly start to enter the boy's stomach. Tsuzuki finally yelled "Stop!" and ran over to the boy, who was now sobbing deliriously, blood running down his arms and legs. Tsuzuki caught him as Muraki let go, the boy becoming lighter and lighter, disappearing, as well as everything around them.

"What is this?" Hisoka asked, running over to the two.

"This, as in Tsuzuki, is mine. This, as in everything else, was an illusion. I saw what you felt about this situation, and let it grow, spread into a beautiful neighborhood. Now, go tell Tatsumi what happened," Muraki said, starting to laugh as he grabbed Tsuzuki's limp wrist and disappeared.

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I hope u enjoy this. It's a little Halloween tribute-idea-thing, and it makes me happy. lol, i swear i'm not trying to be full of myself. If u like: SWEET!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If u dont: I hope u do find one u like. So...if u like, please review!!!!!!!!