Kage: It's finally here! Omg, I'm so happy I got writing this. Welcome back for everyone who's still with me, hopefully I didn't loose anybody after the long wait. Well anyway, here's the sequel to T.Y.T.R.(sorry first chapters so short) Please read and review because I need to hear your opinion on this because I don't really favor sequels and if this doesn't seem to shape the way I'd like and the readers don't like it, I might discontinue it.

Laustic: I agree, jut had to add the cute little parts. Sorry the sequel took so long! .

Anza-azure: Yes that little fic has ended and sadly I don't know how to answer your question. hits self The original copy had all the explanation and in good detail, all I could remember was Muraki went little, lost memories and had something to do with backfiring powers ect. Sorry about that. Hey, at least they finally made it together. Lol And here's the sequel after so long(trust me, the plot is different in this but just a first give away, the bad guy isn't really bad if you think about it)gets hit again TMI. Lol

Amethyst-eyed koneko: Yay thank you! Pitiful description but I'm glad or at least hope your mind wandered off so at least some sort of image appeared. They're like the bickering loving duo so it's ok for Hisoka to make mean comments.(like Tsuzuki cares if he knows it's not a serious meaning) lol Yay for fluff! Thanks for your support through out the last fics production!

IchikoKitsuneKoumori:

CosmicEssence: Thank you and I've actually seen something to what I tried to describe in a store but I don't know what it was or how to properly describe it.(as you read earlier lol) I wasn't planning on any first POV but it just kind of happened but I'm glad you liked the ending.

Warning: Just a little OOC for one character, but it'll only be a little.(you'll understand when you read lol)

Disclaimer: As it begins, I do not own any work of Yoko and of course Yami no Matsuei.

One Last Step

Chapter 1:

Over the years in the living world and even after death, people just don't move on or are forced to deal with circumstances out of their control. Either way it leaves no excuse for someone not to pursue what they want and move on or rather deal with it and enjoy what you have. Hisoka has this wave of thought quite often.

Despite what life's hand has dealt him and his friends, they all come rebounding back better than ever. Maybe another emotional wound to heal, but like they say 'time heals all wounds', and these Shinigami have all the time in the world. But for those of the living, time is limited and sometimes brings cruel reminders of this.

I've known of this fate and of what was to come. According to books, which is only what I trust if brought in from their respected sources, everyone dies. I laugh at that actually. Just last week while having dinner, I over heard the television report say of three sudden deaths in our area. Never did it bother me or bring panic to my mind like it did for most people.

You're going to die eventually, just be glad it's not you at that exact moment, shut up and move on. It's not a big deal, until I found out the only person I knew was dying.

Oriya, he's not my dad nor even related to me but I've known him ever since I was six, after I was abandoned almost ten years ago. He says in another life, we would have met and ended up dying in hell so it was best I lived this way; whenever I got mad or upset that I was abandoned. It wasn't often I thought on it, but I wondered a lot about what he meant. It was obvious that that statement had another meaning.

I let it go until two years ago. When I was 14, I went to Nagasaki on this stupid class trip. We had to be in pairs but at one point I of course ran off from my partner and decided to walk the streets alone. I thought about Oriya back at home and that maybe I should buy him something, so I began my search in the different shops. About two blocks away there was a bakery, not that me or Oriya favored sweets, but for some reason I always felt compelled to have some sort of sugary piece in the house.

As I walked by, another boy stormed out of the shop in front of me. He looked rather annoyed and looking into the shop window I saw another man whining and yelling after the blonde boy but not neglecting the sweets he was paying for. That's just ridiculous, if you're going to complain about something, make the effort to get what you want.

What I want……..

That boy. Turning my head sharply, I didn't see the blonde anymore. My mind spun a minute carefully straining its surroundings until a patch of blonde hair and blue jean jacket wisped past my view. Immediately I followed without reason. Although within minutes I had once again lost him. Cursing the boy under my breath I continued to walk until I heard voices.

"Will you just shut up, you got what you wanted. We're going home now."

"Aw c'mon! I wanna look around a little! The festivals are always so much fun!"

"Something's just not right alright? I don't want to be here anymore."

"Alright Hisoka, we can go then." Hisoka, why does that name bite at my mind? I swear I know him.

Peering into the little alleyway where I heard them talking, I watch closely as the two standing figures slowly begin to disappear. One word comes to my mind: shinigami. A guardian of death? Why would that file into this at all? They need to reappear, I need to get answers. And that boy….I want to see him again and for some reason I feel like it's his duty to reappear before me.

So I waited looking into that alleyway all day, but no one ever showed up. Never the less I WILL see them again. For the next two years I kept true to that and carefully mapped out areas at which I spotted them and also noted it was in places where Oriya had said 'another death, what a shame. Those troubling people will no doubt show'. In the end my calculations were never wrong, whether through the numbers and lines or the gut feeling that tugged me along towards the boy.

For two years I stalked the pair and watched their every move, out of site for now though. In those years, neither character aged, matured or anything but I did get to witness a few of their shinigami abilities. Power, revenge. I shook my head, realizing I'd lost the pair again. At 16 I decided to head back home and come back to this research later.

Apon returning home, I should have never came home. Oriya was already old to begin with but now he was sick and dying. This made me furious more than anything. Destroying the hotel at which he ran in the process of my anger. Oriya always told me before, he and me were not human and would never die of a such a small cause. He's sick, everyone gets sick, he's dying, he's not suppose to fucking die!

That night in my room I plotted. First plan: if he dies, I die. Not much of a problem solving but what do I care. Next: trying to save him. He's sick, humans don't have anything to help him. Something beyond human…..those shinigami! Their powers…I know they can save him. If they don't, I'll make them pay.

I suddenly felt a lust to harm everyone around me, including the hired nurse in the other room. No, that's for later. I need to go back. Finally decided, I go into Oriya's room and kneel next to him, smiling evilly but happily.

"Kazutaka, I don't like that look. Don't wear it or hells past will come."

"Let it, I'm going to get help from hell's workers after all." He shook his head wearily.

"No, don't go after them, you'll be killed by the hell within. You can't be around them."

"Then what! Watch you die instead and end up killing myself afterward? What a gain that'll be." He seemed shocked knowing I planned to kill myself. "They have unheard of abilities, they can help humans."

"We're not human or death would've come long ago."

"I don't care who or what I am. I'm getting what I want and it's that boy and his stupid partner."

I didn't even bother to hear his protests, but something told me he wasn't pleased. He just didn't understand, I knew what I was doing. No, I wasn't human. Just at thought I can hurt people, like that boy. If he doesn't help me, I'll make him pay.

Less than a day later I'm back in Nagasaki, near the corner of the park and the museum; where my gut feeling told me to go. And once again I was rewarded with both peoples appearance. This time though, I didn't just follow them. I caught up to the boy, placing my hand on his shoulder.

"Bouya, listen to me."