Disclaimer: I only own the fic...everything else is all is owned by Yoko Matsushita. any resemblance to any fics are purely coincidental since i have not read many fics on this.

Please leave comments, ways to improve and feelings while reading this fic would be welcomed since this is only my first fic.

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"Come on; let's head back, its getting late." Tsuzuki called out to Hisoka who was strolling a few meters ahead.

Hisoka simply continued walking giving no indication that he had heard Tsuzuki at all.

"Hisoka!" Tsuzuki shouted while running towards the boy.

"Huh? What?" Hisoka turned with a dazed look in his eyes. "Did you say something?"

"I said let's head back. Are you feeling alright?" Tsuzuki asked with a frown. "You look sick."

"I'm fine. Look, why don't you head back first and leave me alone for a while."

"But…" Tsuzuki started.

"I said, Leave me alone!" Hisoka growled.

"Okay, take care of yourself and do not stay out too late alright?" Tsuzuki as he backed away.

"Grr…." Hisoka grounded his teeth together.

Why tonight, of all nights, why does it have to be tonight? Just as he thought he was going to be free, it comes back again causing his skin to tingle filling him with trepidation and unease. As if he was being drawn by an invincible thread, he looked up at the sky. As he expected- though that particular knowledge has never given him any form of comfort- the moon was red- blood red to be exact, glowering and beckoning against the jet black sky that forms its background.

He stared up at the sky, wishing and praying that someday he would be able to wake and find that this nightmare has ended. He wished that tsuzuki was here with him- although that guy would never understand what he was going through- to lend a shoulder for him to lean against. Though he would never willingly tell Tsuzuki that- Tsuzuki had in fact done a lot for him, Tsuzuki had in fact given him something he had not known or felt for a long time. Tsuzuki, with all his bumbling had cared about him, pure and genuine.

"My, my, look what I found." a voice whispered behind him.

Upon hearing that voice, Hisoka stiffened and shut his eyes, praying that this was a product of his overactive imagination and was not truly happening.

"It's no use, my puppet. Nothing is going to make me disappear- that is what you want isn't it, for me to disappear completely from your life?" the voice taunted, at the same time Hisoka felt a finger tracing the outline of his jaw and he clenched his jaw..

"What do you want?" he shot back, having regained some of his senses.

"Hehe…I'm surprised that you have not already figures that out." The voice purred.

"You sick pervert, you want Tsuzuki don't you, Muraki?" he spat out.

"Getting a little feisty aren't we now?" Muraki said chuckling. "Yes, I want Tsuzuki, the things I would do to him, to his beautiful body, the things I would make him feel."

"What do you want with me then? Tsuzuki does not care about me; you are not going to get him through me. Let me go!" he screamed and struggled against the iron clutch he was in.

"Ah, that is where you are wrong; you are the perfect bait for him." Muraki drawled and pulled out a syringe in which he promptly inserted into Hisoka vein.

"Noooo…." He groaned out as he lost the fragile grasp he had on his consciousness and felt himself being dragged into the dark abyss.