Chris: Hello all, thought you all might want a nice fanfic. (Well duhh, probably why your here) Well, I hope you enjoy this, read and review! And for those of you who havnt read any of my stories yet, I pop up before and after each fanfic and randomly talk about nothingness, so, enjoy!

Synopsis: Tsuzuki is feeling the loneliness that only comes from a man longing to take care of something smaller, almost like a father figure. But Watari has a plan! Creating a small drawing, Watari reaches in and pulls out a small boy, but opps! Now a child Hisoka is running around the JuOhCho, and Tsuzuki is more then happy to care for him. What happens when the real Hisoka gets back? And what will they do when the small Hisoka starts calling Tsuzuki "daddy" and Hisoka " mommy"?Chapter 1

Tsuzuki sighed, resting his chin in the palm of his hand, staring numbly out the window. He had been doing this everyday since Hisoka had left for a private mission. He had no one to talk to now. Everyone was off doing their own things and had to time to deal with his happy frantics. With another sigh, Tsuzuki closed his eyes and turned away, playing with a small piece of paper on his desk.

Time alone gave him time to think, something he didn't enjoy doing most of the time. This time though, this time was different. His mind began to wander to times when he was alive, inside the asylum. When he would just lay in bed and stare out at the sky.

What had he been thinking of then? Well, a lot of things. You tend to think a lot when you don't move. His mind always began to swirl, to events and wished, to the past and the future. Yet there was this small insane thought that always entered his mind.

He was older then, in his late twenties, and there had been a sweet nurse who often took care of him when the doctor was out. She would smile at him and cover him up, talk to him even though he didn't say a word back. She would speak of her days in the hospital and what events had happened during the day. Most of it was just idle chatter, probably things she wanted to get off her chest. Many time she spoke of names he had never heard about, but he never stopped her, just listened with half open eyes.

Then she spoke of something that had struck a cord, not a bad one mind you, but a cord non-the-less. She began talking about her future. Apparently there was a boy whom she liked a lot, someone very kind and dear to her, and they wanted a child. She talked of how desperately she wanted a baby of her very own, someone to hold and cuddle, someone who would love her as much and she loved it. Someone who would play with her and she could play back, someone to teach and to help when they were ill. Someone who needed her.

He had forgotten that conversation for so long. So why had he suddenly remembered?

He needed someone.

The door opened, snapping him out of his thoughts. In walked Watari, a smile on his delicate face, gold locks falling around his face. His hair wasn't put in the normal ponytail, or braid as it sometimes was also in. The chemist (or mechanical engineer, though he doesn't like to admit) took one look at his face and stridded over, standing above him, hands on his hips.

" What's wrong Tsu?" He asked, face serious.

The older Shinigami waved it off. " Nothing, its nothing."

Watari sat down next to him and stared off out the window, mind working like a clock. After a few seconds he dared ventured to ask more.

" Do you miss Bon?"

" A bit..."

" Tsu, are you having those thoughts again?"

" A bit..."

Finally Watari stood, patting the older man on the shoulder and walking out of the room as quietly as possible, not that he thought Tsuzuki would even notice. Shutting the door, Watari sighed, then bolted down the halls as fast as possible, a wild grin on his face.

Inside his lab the mad chemists beloved owl opened its eyes as its master walked in, the smile of an insane man plastered on his face. 003's feathers puffed for a few seconds before it realized who it was and flew down, perching itself on Watari's shoulder. Lightly it nipped him on the ear, gaining long fingers to rub its feathers gently.

" Tsu-San is feeling sad 003, we cant have that!" He yelled, not really meaning it toward the small owl. Reaching out he grabbed a pad of paper and a pen. " He needs a friend!"

As best as he could, with his five year old art skills, Watari began doodling on the white piece of paper. A content smile formed on his face when he thought it completed.

The white paper was covered in black ink, scribbles in every direction. What it almost represented was what looked like a head, two large ovals for eyes looking outward. The figure seemed to have a smaller body then normal, but there was no huge detail.

" Maybe he just misses Bon! Maybe I can drag him away from what he's doing for a second and tell him Tsu's feeling lonely. He will be real mad, but its a hypothesis that must be tested!"

Mad laughter filled the room as Watari's hand began to glow and he reached inside the paper, eyes closed. The paper folded in beneath him, but he paid no heed. His eyes shot open when he felt his hand come in contact with a wrist, and with all his strength, Watari yanked the individual out.

OO

A small body cowered in the corner of a dark room, curled in a small ball. It sobbed quietly, hands covering its face. Every once in a while the figure dared peek its head up, only to feel another wave of tears and nausea overcome it.

" Im sorry." The child muttered over and over again. " Im sorry, Im sorry, Im sorry."

Suddenly something bright flashed into his eyes, blinding him from the darkness that was the basement. The child opened its eyes to shriek, hands coming up in front of its face, when a hand reached out from the light, grasping his tiny wrist and wrenching him upward. The child didn't have time to resist.

The portal closed.

OO

Watari coughed, wincing from the smoke covering and burning his eyes. " What happened?"

Something small was in his lap, frantically trying to escape. Wrapping his arms around the tiny body Watari opened his eyes against the smoke and looked down.

His eyes went a lot wider then before.

" Hisoka? Your... your small!"

O Chris: Yeah, I know, short chapter, but that was just to get the grip of the situation as you will. Us geniuses work in mysterious ways ya know. Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and make sure to review! Righteo! See yas all!