Author Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed bloodstained reflections. I love you all! Anyway I decided to write a sequel so I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own… that's all I have to say.
"Will I someday become used to this like Muraki… Happily killing or something like that."
Hisoka's words echoed in Tsuzuki's head. Hisoka…
Tsuzuki could remember the whole scene perfectly, he doubted he would ever forget.
He remembered Hisoka staring at his bloodstained hands and telling him that he had killed Tsubaki. He remembered Hisoka questioning himself and whether or not he would turn into Muraki. But most of all he remembered the look in Hisoka's eyes.
There had been pain and fear shining in them. There had been something else though, the same thing that had been in his eyes when he had committed suicide.
Insanity.
That had scared Tsuzuki the most and that's why he needed to make sure Hisoka was ok.
When he reached Hisoka's house he noticed the door was already slightly open.
He stepped inside cautiously, the whole place was dark. He closed the door behind him and stepped a bit further inside.
That's when he heard it. Laughter, an insane laughter.
He quickly followed the sound and could only stare at the sight.
Hisoka was sitting on the ground laughing, despite the tears that were flowing down his face. There was glass all over the floor and Hisoka was holding a piece in his hand. He seemed to be holding it too tightly though, it was cutting deeply into his hand.
"Hisoka," Tsuzuki didn't know what else to say.
Hisoka stopped laughing instantly and his head snapped up. Tsuzuki took a few steps forward and in response Hisoka moved back. Pretty quickly though, Hisoka found himself backed into a corner.
Tsuzuki knelt in front of Hisoka, not really knowing what to do. Hisoka always acted so strong that Tsuzuki forgot how fragile he was.
He reached out and took Hisoka's hand in his. Hisoka tried to get away, but Tsuzuki would not let go.
Gently he pried Hisoka's fingers from the glass and took it out of his hand. He looked back up at Hisoka and saw him staring back. There were so many emotions in Hisoka's eyes.
Confusion. Pain. Fear. Self-loathing. Guilt, and so many others.
Tsuzuki pulled Hisoka into his arms, ignoring the protests the boy gave. Hisoka struggled to get free, he pounded on Tsuzuki's chest, trying desperately to get the man to let him go.
"It's ok Hisoka, your ok," Tsuzuki murmured, tightening his hold.
Hisoka shook his head fiercely. "No it's not!" he shouted.
"He was right all along, I'm just like him," he continued, tears falling faster.
Tsuzuki didn't need to think about who "he" was. Muraki, this was all that bastards fault.
"Hisoka, you are not like him, do you understand?" Tsuzuki said firmly.
"But I killed her," Hisoka sobbed. "The blood, why won't the blood come off?" he asked, clinging to Tsuzuki.
"Hisoka, her blood is not on your hands," Tsuzuki said. "Muraki shot her first, she was going to die anyway," he continued. "Her blood is not on your hands, it's on Muraki's.
"So…so I'm not like him?" Hisoka asked, looking up at Tsuzuki.
"No, you're nothing like him and you'll never be like him," Tsuzuki answered, wiping away Hisoka's tears.
Hisoka clung to Tsuzuki tighter and buried his head in his chest.
"Thank you Tsuzuki," Hisoka said quietly.
Tsuzuki smiled, "You're welcome Hisoka."
Hisoka looked down at his hands and smiled slightly. The blood was finally gone.
End
Author Notes: Yay for happy ending! I was thinking about writing a really sad ending, but then changed my mind. Please review, I like to know what people think. No flames though. Thanks!