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Chapter I

Hisoka observed the murdered body, sickened at the sight of the hole on its chest its vital organs missing. He didn't have any idea who was doing it, but after spending a whole day of searching for any clues, in which he scarcely found any. He knew there was only one person mad enough and skillful enough to do such a thing without leaving any prints at all. Muraki. Tatsumi turned the projector off and faced Hisoka as he lend him the profile of the fourth victim. Hisoka froze, eyes widened and his hands uncontrollably shaking.

"This can't be."

The day after, he hurriedly went to Tsuzuki but odd enough, he wasn't there. "That Tsuzuki. he's probably eating again" So he went to Chiao Ming's, and there he was, Tsuzuki, stuffing himself up with another helping of sushi, wanton, shanghai, mami, sashimi and 'another' huge serving of ice cream. He looked so happy that Hisoka wondered if Tsuzuki would be able to face their next case, Tatsumi has been reluctant in giving them, yet it wasn't for him to decide.

"yo! Hisoka-chaan!"

/He's NOT making this any easier/

"want some ice cream? Hm?hm?"

"I'll pass."

"you sure? I'll feed you."

Hisoka flushed at the last sentence, "I'm sure. Uhh - Tsuzuki-san, You remember that time when you told me about your sister."

Tsuzuki nodded then continued to dig in his ice cream, while chomping on three shanghais. Whether he minded the question or not, Hisoka couldn't say but this goes far more than personal. It was a case, THEIR case.

He took a deep breathe then constantly asked Tsuzuki questions relating to the latter topic, ones they both felt uneasiness in uttering and answering.

"Hisoka, wait. Why are you asking me these things? Is there anything wrong? You've been acting strange since you came out of Tatsumi's office yesterday. Is there something you want to tell me?"

"No-Nothing." He lied. /Damn it! If you only know how hard it is to tell you, Tsuzuki. But this is a case. How-why can't I just tell him./

"You sure you don't want this?"

"Nope. I know those aren't enough for you."

Other than a few simple words to letting Tsuzuki off his case, Hisoka didn't spoke a word when they headed back to their office.

"Kurosaki-kun!!!" Watari greeted with the usual cheeriness in his voice.

The two greeted him with a warm smile, but Watari didn't seem to notice Tsuzuki coming in a bit later than Hisoka.

"Did Tatsumi gave you the fourth profile already?"

"Whose profile?"

"Aww. I can't believe Tatsumi didn't tell you. Tsunori Asato's!" Watari tactlessly continued unaware that it was Tsuzuki who posted the last question.

"Watari-san!" Hisoka exclaimed making the scientist realize whom he just opened his big mouth to.

"Tsu-Tsuzuki-san." Hisoka tried to pull Tsuzuki off his trance but-

"Oneesan,.."

------------------------------------------ Authors Notes: So how'd you like the first chapter of my first fic? Sorry I'm not that good with titles and my grammar isn't that good yet. Please bear with me my own 'neesan is helping me with this too ^^. Pls. Tell us if we should continue this or not *sobs* -------------------------------------------

Previews from the next chapter:

Tsuzuki: "This couldn't have happened my oneesan died a long time ago. Even before me!" ---

"Tsk.tsk.tsk. If I knew it were this easy to get close to you my dear shinigami, I wouldn't have bothered with the others." A deafening mad laugh followed.

--- *sobs* "Why did you revive me?"

"Why?" he straightened his glasses. "Weren't you the one who asked me to do it? My dear, dear, sweet Tsunori."