Hello there, dear readers. Perhaps you know works of Tim Burton, well, if you do, then youll understand my fascination. Anyway, this is a different way of writing that I try out now, all for you to enjoy, have fun.

PS: Greetings to Sueona, the alltime source of inspiration. (Thanks for the credit ;))

Have fun,

Morality

The doors of the morgue open.

Darkness obscures us for a moment, to give way to artificial light.

I can't believe this – my luck or rather the irony of the fate. Anyway, thank the Great Boss upstairs, it's all over. And I am happy, or that is what I want myself to think. Ok he was a psychotic bastard with a generous homicidal side and little to the none respect for other people, however I have started to miss him. Why? Because he did make the routine a bit more interesting, now that I recollect and am within a safe distance. Oh well, he was bound to die, and die he did. I and Hisoka were asked to identify the body and prove it's The man, because we, in fact, interacted with him the most, oh lucky us.

We got the message this morning, and, would you believe it, got all worried. At least I did, Hisoka was, well, Hisoka; it was the first time I saw him unsure of something. It seamed he still couldn't believe the man's dead, I thought it was some kind of a trick, some sick joke he usually played so well, however I doubt one could be such a good actor to spend a night locked in a dead-house freezer. The doors creek open, and a strange looking she-coroner leads us through the chilly corridors, with doorplates reading "Homicide", "Road kill", "Unidentified", "Mush". Interesting, indeed how orderly the place was kept I would really hate knowing what the door with the last emblem contained, even imagining any associations that included human bodies and mush made me sick to the stomach. This all lead me to believe forensic surgeons had a dark sense of humor. Speaking of our lovely host – a fragile-looking young lady in a white lab coat- she sure didn't belong here, at least by my quite conservative standards. Such girls belonged in a place that looked rather like a picture from Tolikens Lothlorien, rather than a place smelling faintly of disintegrating corpses and disinfectant.

I kept my gaze pinned at the far end of the corridor we were heading to. A light flickered there, leaving that part of the hallway in darkness from time to time. The electric buzzing of lights and cooling systems was annoying, nobody spoke, so I concentrated on other sounds.

Click, click, and click.

The heels of our shoes made the only sound, echoing through the sickeningly clean place. Sick, I felt this way; it reminded me of my death. I wonder if my body was also stored in such a place. I glanced at Hisoka, who looked even paler than the back of the lab coat we were following so obediently.

-"Soka, you ok?" He gave me a long stare that expressed the variety of unpleasant feelings he experienced. To make it clear, he was nauseated by the place, not the sight he was about to see, in fact, he was quite eager at least half of the road here, now his spirits seemed to dampen a bit, who would blame the kid? Luckily the dead had no emotions, hopefully. This idea bothered my mind for some time. Come to think of it, We both were dead too, but we experienced emotions. The idea of an emotional dead-body sent chills down my spine, or was it the room we've just entered?

The right wall seemed to be made of large, rectangular, metal file drawers. Each one had a number on them. We approached the one labeled 463.

The coroner slid the drawer open. What we saw first, was some 10 toes, sickly blue, stiff, cold appendages, a note with the same number -463, was attached to the big toe, then the rest of the sheet-covered body slid out of the darkness of the closet.

Nonchalantly the doctor went to the sheet-covered head and pulled the cloth away from the livid, placid features of the man. I gasped and took several steps back; the sight was startling, just like on the ship. Hisoka stood silent and said nothing; his curse had disappeared, so the man was sure to be dead. However I wasn't all that trusting; after the stunts magister demonicus had pulled before. For some reason he struck me as a hard to die person, alas, I was wrong as always.

-"So, is this your man?" I glanced at her, she was unfazed by the striking corpse, well, perhaps it was a good approach for the person who dealt with dead bodies on daily basis; it would turn into ashes sooner or later.

-"Yes, thank you for you assistance, it is the man." She cast us a long stare.

-"Well then." She started in a professional manner as if the description and the work she'd done before was no more than making a cup of tea." The man has died some 27 hours ago, the livor mortis haven't appeared yet, which is strange, next interesting thing is the cause of death. A middle aged, quite healthy man, a smoker, but his lungs weren't that far damaged to fail life support. Then there are these curious scars on his lower abdomen." She uncovered the upper part of the body, indicating at jagged stripes of scar tissue. A sinking feeling established in my gut, a corner of my conscience shouted at me "You did it! You did it!" I shake myself, he got what he deserved. "However these scars are old and healed." I see lines of stitches. The tissue is sewn together in a horizontal line just below the solar plexus, and somewhat in the middle, the vertical line slashed across the abdomen, forming a semblance to the uppercase 'T'. The rough needlework that marred the pale chest resembles a casually sewn piece of cloth. But there was no clotted blood around it, as if these signs were inflicted after 'gulp' death.

-"What about these markings?" I point at the seams. The surgeon casts me a long stare.

-"These are the examination marks, that are usually sewn shut after the autopsy, you know, to burry the body decently?" I just got a sub textual message of how dimwitted I was. Well, sorry, I'm not spending my days, cramming through piles of human mush and trying to collect a set of corresponding toes.

-"I could decipher no logical cause of death yet. The blood samples showed nothing and the section left me clueless. It appears that life was literally sucked out of him."

That sounded all too familiar.

-"Are you sure he's really dead?" She gives me an odd look.

-"In case he was alive when he arrived here, he's sure to be dead by now, since he's spent more than one night in the freezer in his birthday suit, plus, no man has ever survived autopsy. If this is it, gentlemen, I'll leave you, sure you can find the exit." We seemingly unnerved the woman, right, I unnerved her, but I needed to be sure, didn't I? We took several pictures of the body, with the kind permission of pathologist and got out of the creepy place in one piece.

-"Soka, you ok?" I looked at the pale youth.

-"Of course I'm fine." He snapped and sunk into his thoughts again. He wanted to take revenge on Muraki himself, now this opportunity was denied. However I didn't share his spirits. Hisoka had potential that was yet to be developed, at the moment however he wouldn't stand a chance against that psychopath's attack. I looked at the clear sky. The spring was chilly and sakura blossoms matched their counterparts in YouOhCho.

-"A-a choo!"

-"Gesundheit!"

Hisoka was developing a summer allergy. I didn't know he was so sensitive, even as a shinigami. Yet another reason to care for him, no matter how much he dislikes that.

-"Well, at least it's all over now." I exhale with relief. "So, wanna go celebrate?" Hisoka cast me a look of disbelief.

-"How can you still be hungry after what you saw?" I look at him as if he'd grown another head.

-"Well, I was hungry when we had gotten there, so why shouldn't I be hungry now? Besides, how long will you dwell on that? He's gone, dead, finito! That simply cries out for celebration!" The kid only sighed in defeat.

-"Yeah, sure, why not, maybe later." We've gotten over our little differences, and my puppy stare has started having effects on him, gosh I'm a lucky guy.

-"Great, then after work!" I beam at him in anticipation. Oh I can't wait, there's that new Thai restaurant just around the corner and they are having the cash discount for promoting. Oh sweet mother of all Yum Talai yum, or maybe the Lahb Gai Chicken salad. My mouth starts to water.

-"Hey, it's not evening yet, so keep your salvia for yourself."

-"Oh, sorry about that." I wipe my mouth with a sleeve. And back we go to our duties. Had to report to Chief.

-"Yes, Chief, it was the man – Muraki Kazutaka is clinically dead. These are the pictures of the body. Case closed. And if you excuse us, we'll be heading to the case-closed party." I announce cheerfully and go off to find Hisoka. I must say that today we got along like house on fire and that's something. We both, mind you b-o-t-h, means I did stuff too, worked like Trojans just to get away from the work faster and go get ourselves something to munch on.

-"I can't wait!"

-"You repeat yourself"

-"I can't wait!"

-"Groan."

-"I can't wait."

-"Calm down, Tsuzuki, we're heading there."

-"I'm sorry, Soka, but I just can't wait."

-"I couldn't have guessed."

We've finally gotten free, not one soul was able to stop us from our goal – Cheese dumplings with Curry!

-"You know they're famous for their dumplings, there are all sorts! And there is the best sticky rice that goes so well with barbecued chicken, not to mention all sorts of dips, salty, spicy, sweet and sour!" I frolic around him for a moment.

-"Geeze, have you been memorizing their menu or something? If I didn't know better, I would have said they paid you for advertising."

I shake my head, "Of course not, albeit they could. "I wink at him. Well it's my treat, despite my low budget, all because one night I had burst into Hisokas apartment and cleaned his fridge. He wasn't all too happy and refused to believe that I was sleepwalking or rather sleep-eating. Furthermore he gave me a very nasty bump on the head and requested to replace the missing products. I hope one dinner is enough to get him off my back.

Gosh, the sweetest of all shrimp salads await!!!

Several hours later with a stomach ache.

Oh my. All that cheese and noodles. I turn on my back to ease my stomach, if I did indeed sleep on it, all that night's meal would have gone out the same way it entered, not prettily. But at least Hisoka was happy, really happy, I was so overjoyed, I got an ice-cream headache, but that's a minor setback. The real problem is, well, there is no money left in my wallet for the rest of the month. Let's see, I could always dine at Tatsumis, err no, bad idea; last time he charged tons for some really good prepared lasagna. There is always Watari, but he would try exploiting me as a guinea pig and he would definitely give me the honor to try his best invention 'eva' aka perpetual horror of all male staff – the sex changing potion. And there is Hisoka, whom I owe half of his fridge's contents right now. Hmm, let's think. Well, I could always go and work in that local nightclub, as a waiter. The she-owner had an eye for me once I stumbled over there. Although she offered me stage job which I politely refused, I should be able to get a less flashy position.

Oi, enough of thinking for now, it makes my belly upset, and if I threw up now, I would definitely feel hungry in matter of hours.

Ok right now my livingroom starts becoming creepy. Sometimes I get this feeling of being creped out when silence becomes oppressive and I start thinking there's an evil spirit or a monster hiding in every shadowed corner of my room. I know I'm dealing with them on daily basis and that I'm like the most destructive thing in here, but still there are some fears one keeps from his childhood.

Before the unease becomes permanent, I switch the radio on. Oh that's better, some love- songs from 90s and some jazz, good background for steady digestion. I yawn again oh this makes me feel drowsy. I venture to my little kitchen to get the toothpaste and toothbrush. I like brushing teeth after mealtimes so I find it more convenient to store oral hygiene utensils there. I spread a generous amount of peppermint whatever paste with some blah, blah options that battled caries and so on, like if I had to worry about that. I return to the livingroom to listen to the late night newsflash with a toothbrush sticking out of my mouth. I continue the dutiful scrubbing of my incisors.

Let's hear it, some US politics in Iraq, the new president of France, yeah, that doesn't bother me, where are the local news? Yay, finally – signing truce for the Kuril Islands with Russia, the disturbance Shanghai, the robbery of the city morgue, several bodies stolen, and the car accident of 34 th lane. Wait, wait, wait, city morgue robbed?? I almost spat the toothpaste on the floor. What idiot would rob the city morgue? That is the most stupid heist I've ever heard about and mind you, I've been around for some time.

I would understand pillaging graves where people actually put some worthy belongings, but a morgue? I shake my head, oh times, oh mortals. I go to the kitchen to put back the toothbrush and set for some sleep.

I take my clothes off and crawl into bed, yes I sleep naked, because the pajamas tend to twist around my body and neck, and although I am an ex-suicide, I have no liking of repeating the event. I cuddle under covers and turn the nightlight off. Sweet dreams Tsuzuki, old chap, and you too, the person who lives in my head. I chuckle at my own joke.

I wake up in the middle of the night, the air in my room is heavy and it's hot like hell. It shouldn't be like this in early spring. I open the window to let some breeze in, but that doesn't help. It seems like all of the city's heaters had been turned on. The air is still and stuffy. Gosh it's hot and I'm thirsty. I go to get a glass of water and settle to drink it. Ok this should help and a cold shower. I drown the last mouthfuls of the water when suddenly I'm bothered by an oppressive sensation of being watched. I turn around swiftly and see the golden glow of streetlights and signboards. I could have sworn there was somebody there just a moment ago and since I don't believe in Spiderman, this was bound to be something else. I gulp and shut my windows; there was no use of keeping them open anyway. I put a fouda above each of them just in case and set off for shower.

I turn he water on and feel the cool substance dampen my face and hair, running down my body merrily. I sigh in relief, this was bliss, purely. I open my eyes and am blinded by red. There are stains of red on the tile and my hands, I gasp looking around, there is red stuff coming out of my shower!!! No, I can't blame this on rusty pipes, the smell tells a different story! I jump out of the shower and open the tap of the sink to wash the blood off. What the hell is it? To my relief there is water running there and I'm more than happy to clean the substance off. When I m calmed a bit, I peek into the shower to see the stains again. I quickly shut the door and turn around I'm feeling so bad I think I gonna faint. What kind of a sick joke was this anyway, and it's two weeks until the 1st of April. I know I should clean the shower before the blood crusts but I don't want to, I feel so feeble and bad now I want to phone somebody or yell at Watari although I'm more than certain it's not his doing.

It dawned at me, it's the doing to this entity that was watching me, nothing else corresponded, what the hell was that anyway? I saw a blurred glimpse but there definitely was something there, a demonic entity most likely, or the Spiderman, nay, a demonic entity.

I feel butterflies in my stomach, what if I'm being possessed? Panic sets in soon afterwards, what if this is an alternative reality alike the one Saagatanus conjured? Now I'm afraid to exit the bathroom and see all my victims. I cautiously peek outside the bathroom door to see only darkness, the stuffiness had retreated and the room was pleasantly cool now.

I blink, the hairs on the back of my neck stand on their ends. A presence! Behind me! Now I get it, the heat and the demon, he wanted to get in and made me hot so I opened all the windows. Suddenly this hit me like a ton of bricks! I turn around swiftly only to face the darkness of my subconsciousness.

Well, you see what happens when you leave your windows opened? Oo Bad things. . . And mosquitos

Muraki - There will be another bad thing happening to you!

Morality - What for? You had the good part didnt you?

Muraki (eyetwitch) - Excuse me? I was gutted like a fish and sewn back shut. Im getting you the same part next time and without an anaesthetic!

Morality - "Im not letting you within 10 feet of me, you hear that?

Muraki - Says who?

Morality - Says me, or youre wearing PINK all over you in the next chapter and playing the kinky nurse!

Muraki - It really depends on the patient, you know. /Gets a dreamy look/

Morality- In the chinese brothel

Muraki(Goung through a fit of cough) - You evil, lowly creature!

Morality(Grinning) - Take that!