Korihana: I'm back from the dead and feel horrible for neglecting my stories. I actually have written almost all of chapter four to One more Step but then this idea hit me one day in class after watching this horrible (as in sad) documentary. It game me good inspiration and I picked this series and ran with it. Let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: I do not Own Yami no Matsuei

Talking: "talk"

Thinking: "Thoughts"

Chapter 1:

A boy sat in front of a woman who appeared to be in her early twenties, as he simply was writing meaningless lines and scribbles on a piece of paper. Though they were meaningless at first glance the woman watched him carefully with her bright blue eyes before pushing a lock of blonde curls behind her ear.

"What're you drawing Hisoka?" The boy didn't even glance up at being addressed. He was use to this by now. Sit in the room for an hour or two with the same person he's been seeing for past three years as she asks him questions about his day to day life or even the stupid doodles on the paper he was allowed to bring in. He liked the woman though just not what came along with seeing her. She was nice a lady who really cared about him; "more than my mother probably ever did..."

"You had an outbreak during class today. Can you tell me what happened?"

"Bored with my drawing?" She simply shakes her head as the guilt hits the blonde boy in a wave and he sighs regretting his own sarcasm with her despite being annoyed with the entire facility that held him. "I'm sorry Wakaba-san, today's just not one of my days for socializing." She smiles calmly at the response knowing him all too well.

"It's alright I understand. Why don't we end early today and you can either return to your dorm room or go to the recreation room to try and relieve some excess stress."

Hisoka nods thanking her and gathers his few papers and notebook that he had brought with him from class. Today wasn't like his normal therapy sessions because the social worker was right, he had had an outbreak in class. They were going over a basic history lesson and for some reason he let his mind wander since he'd already memorized the next two chapters of their book, when his mind was assaulted by hate and grief. The overwhelming feelings caused him to scream and throw his books across the room. These outbreaks weren't uncommon for the teenager though, he knew why they kept happening. He had issues that the social workers and entire facility just sugar coated as well as empathy which no one truly believed though.

No one could sugar coat why he had those problems or why he was even at the facility for the children of Eden. Eden was built and designed to home children whom had come from abusive situations and had failed in the foster care system. After the state had taken Hisoka from his father he'd been placed in a foster home almost immediately. Hisoka guessed it was because his family was well known and respected, so the sooner he could be "helped" and his father punished for what he'd done, the sooner he could return home and carry on the name of the Kurosaki household.

"It's this whole systems fault anyway" He mumbled heading straight back to his room. If given the option to return to his single dorm room, he'd gladly take it. He was lucky after all; if he wanted away from the other children he just had to go back to his room since he was one of few who had single rooms inside the residence halls that normally was home for up to 30 boys and girls. The housing was designed to feel like a private school so the children could have normal lives at the facility and recover. The facility is the next step after foster care, for what many could say the more damaged or in need of help kids. They lived in the dorms full time, went to class, therapy sessions, and other practices designed to help them recover so they can be returned to their homes.

As he approached his door he noticed his dorm leader was by his open door talking to someone. This was unusual; no one should be in his room unless its inspection time but he was normally home for inspections. Making himself known he walked a little heavier so that the older man would look at him.

"Oh! Hisoka-kun, good to see you! Wakaba was sure you'd want to head to the dojo area to relieve stress. Man this is awkward." He laughed nervously. Sometimes Hisoka wondered how such a silly guy could get into this sort of work but then again it was a nice heartwarming quality to come home too.

"What's going on Watari-san? It's not time for inspections."

"Not the regular ones no... But we just wanted to make sure your outbreak wasn't planned with another child's. It was strange really, the second he had a negative moment you did too. I'm starting to buy into your empathy but sorry rules are rules, Tatsumi is just checking to make sure there are no notes of conspiracy." Watari waves his fingers in a sarcastic manner at the last word which made Hisoka smile lightly.

A man dressed in a light brown suit soon exits the room looking over the two talking as he pushes up his glasses. "I must return to my dorm hall. I did not find anything indicating you two worked together on anything."

"Who? I don't even know what you're talking about." Hisoka snapped at the senior dorm head without even thinking.

"His name is Tsuzuki Asato. He's been your dorm neighbor for about a year I'd say. I'm surprised you haven't met him before." The blonde boy shrugs.

"I don't go out of my way to meet people." He walked right passed the man called Tatsumi and tried shutting his door but a pointy shoe stopped the door from closing. Green eyes narrow at the foot and continue the glare up at its owner. "Can I help you?"

"Maybe you should try. I think you two would get along." The two stared at each other with such intensity; a pin dropping could disrupt the tension. "We'll see you at dinnertime Kurosaki-kun." Tatsumi slid his foot back and the second he did Hisoka slammed the door not wanting to hear any more from the social worker. Watari stared at the door for a moment before starting to walk off with his coworker as well as good friend.

"You're going to put them together? What's the motive?"

"I have no motive." The older man replied. "Both have social interaction problems and both caused a disruption today."

"Wouldn't that mean we want to keep them separate?" Watari asked more perplexed by the notion than anything else. Putting two problem children together wasn't always the best medicine but the purpose of such a facility was to have children interact as they normally would in the outside world so that they can return to the normal society.

Tatsumi did not bother to answer the younger man at this point and instead headed off to see how the preparations for dinner were coming. Normally he had some of the children help prepare dinner as a lesson in responsibility as well as involving them in something simple that they can take pride in but with two outbreaks in one day, he felt maybe a small cool down would not hurt the facility.

Closing the record that held the information regarding the outbreaks, Tatsumi set it on the many shelves before mulling over what he and Watari had talked about. He truly didn't know what he was trying to accomplish besides help each and every child here, but could all of them really be helped? Some might be too gone for even the current facility. With that thought drilling into his head a small knock rapped on the door.

"You may come in." It was the start of the dinner hour and he had an idea of who it would be. A boy looking 16 if not 17 soon opened the door smiling wide food tray in hand.

"Tatsumi! I'm doing better now!" The boy chimed and sat down in the office hair on the other side of the desk.

"I'm glad to hear that. It's good when you can recover so quickly you know. Your moods overall have been greatly improving besides this morning's incident."

"How can they not be?" He smiles stuffing his face. "My sister's going to be getting me soon right? I'll finally be with her after all this time." The smile soon slid off his face and turned to a frown. "I miss her... I miss them too..." The man watched the teenager carefully nodding knowing all too well that sessions can happen at random with this one.

"Keep your head up and you never know... why don't you eat at the cafeteria today?" The brunet looked at his dorm leader strangely but nodded and left. Normally he wouldn't be dismissed so soon but he knew that could also mean Tatsumi had work. The social worker took off his glasses as the other left the room. The work to be done was so complicated; even he did not know where to begin.

The teenaged brunet was not good at picking up others emotions mostly because he wasn't encouraged to do so. He was told he cared too much, having an empathetic effect towards people which he denied. He didn't view himself as being overly concerned or overbearing, just caring and wanting to help those around him. But that also meant he didn't want to bother others with his problems, hence he tried to eat with the social workers and the dorm leader Tatsumil whom he'd become a friend of.

He shook his head and headed towards the cafeteria but stayed outside the busy room. No one said he had to go inside right? The teenager sighed happily looking around as he ate. In less than a year he'd be able to return home to his remaining family, his big sister. She'd been fighting to get custody of her younger brother since their parents had died and the state took him away due to what the therapist described as "losing his mental state". That was a long and horrid road he went down and never does he wish it to happen again. He still has nightmares and occasional outbreaks but the whole facility believes he'll be able to overcome them with tender loving care from someone who loves him.

As the brunet finished eating he looked up to see a less than pleasant sight. It was two boys hovering over another, obviously shorter and looking almost blank as they teased. Now he was not new to teasing since his rare purple eyes caused kids and even some adults to treat him differently. For a moment he debated whether or not to help the younger boy since it sometimes caused bad memories when he got involved with that, but the situation soon dissipated all on its own as the blonde boy turned away from the teasing duo; not before they dumped water on him though.

Frowning, he ran over to the blonde as the two kids laughed walking away. "Those kids are just jerks, I'm sorry I didn't come over sooner." He smiled offered the napkins he had left over from lunch.

"No one asked you to. They always do that and no one here does anything about it." The blonde huffed.

"Have you told anyone about it?" The younger was silent as he snatched the napkins to wipe his face. "My names Tsuzuki Asato, it's nice to meet you." The blonde boy froze a minute from drying his face as he recognized the name.

"Are you in Tatsumi-san's dorm?" Tsuzuki nodded smiling. Both stood there for a moment silently until the other boy spoke up.

"Kurosaki Hisoka... I have to go." Hisoka frowned and started to walk off but this was not acceptable to the friendly teenager who wanted to keep his new friend. Without thinking he reached for Hisoka's arm and pulled him back.

"Aw don't be like that! We can hang out for a little right?" Immediately the blonde yanked his arm back glaring at the taller boy.

"You're the one I was reading! It was your fault I got in trouble today!"

"Wait... what? You got in trouble?"

"Well not in trouble but you know, had an extra session or whatever they call it. I don't care. ." Hisoka sighed calming down from his little outbreak but still looked upset and hurt to the other boy. Tsuzuki wanted to say something, wanted to help him and make him smile. He knows this facility is frustrating; he's been there for 5 years; when he said he knew he really did. Maybe he could help this younger boy who reminded him of himself when he first came and was upset and broken and hated himself, but before he could even think twice; Hisoka was already gone.