A/N: So here's where the totally new content comes in! Keep in mind, this is written years after the last few chapters. I really hope this works.
Chapter 4
I man these wretched machines
Day in day out
The grinding wears on my brain
Undermining my sanity
Making me question my reality
Awoken, H8_Seed + Wooden Toaster
Time was moving too quickly.
Tsuzuki leaned back in his chair until only the two back legs contacted the floor. His mind buzzed. He had two cases at once to deal with now, Hisoka was in the infirmary, and all he could think of was the day he met Adrian.
Something had been off. As much as he'd never admit it, it made sense that Adrian had assumed (as far as Tsuzuki could tell) that Hisoka was prostitute, if he'd made himself out to be one of Ryu's friends. But there was something about Adrian's behavior... he had made no move to be subtle about it, as if flaunting the fact that he'd slept with Hisoka. He wanted Tsuzuki to know- and he had, as much as he'd tried to deny it. Something told Tsuzuki there was more to it...
He stood, stretching. Grabbing his jacket, he headed towards earth, and Adrian's apartment.
What he found shocked him.
Police had cut off the area, taping off the front door.
Turning invisible, he crawled under the tape and crept around the police. His stomach churned. Blood splattered the wall, small chunks scattered throughout.
He walked over to the table. A datebook had been thrown haphazardly on top of some old mail. With a glance behind him, Tsuzuki flipped through it.
It seemed Adrian had carefully scheduled all of his meetings with prostitutes- the same that ended up dead. Hisoka's name was written in as well.
So he knew he'd be speaking to Hisoka? How?
In the current week, there were two events written: Muraki and Kurosakiagain. His teeth clenched.
Silently, he vanished back to Meifu.
"Where's Tsuzuki?" Konoe asked, head poking into the break room.
"Couldn't tell you." Terazuma said casually from behind his newspaper. Konoe sighed and shut the door. Putting his hands in his pockets, he made his way down to the infirmary.
To his surprise, Tsuzuki wasn't there either. Konoe walked over to where Hisoka slept peacefully.
He sighed again. The kid was a trouble magnet, just like Tsuzuki. Even in a family of problem children like the summons section, those two stood out in the amount of shit they'd been through. Perhaps that was why they went together so well. He smiled sadly.
Suddenly, Hisoka opened his eyes.
Konoe's stomach seemed to drop. Instead of brilliant green, the kid's eyes were filled with red smoke.
"Doctor!" Konoe called, panic infusing his voice. One of the doctors rushed in, freezing in place when he saw it.
Hisoka sat up and looked at the two. In a moment, he rushed forward. Konoe fell backwards trying to get out of the way.
The doctor wasn't so lucky. Hisoka grabbed the man's face, and a red light shone from his hand. The back of the doctor's head exploded, showering Konoe with blood and bits of gore.
He turned to Konoe, walking towards him.
"Hisoka!" The kid froze. Tsuzuki rushed into the room, a look of horror spreading across his face. Hisoka's eyes began to fade, the red turning back to green. He looked around the room, and soon wore a horrified expression identical to Tsuzuki's.
"No!" As Tsuzuki rushed forward, Hisoka vanished.
"HISOKA!"
Muraki paused, listening to the scream in the background. The man on the other end of the phone swore.
"What was that?" Muraki asked.
"Hell if I know." Arima sounded shaken.
"Perhaps it means it worked..."
"Maybe."
Lighting a cigarette, Muraki smiled.
"Hope that it does. If that's the case, we may be able to move into the next phase."
"You still haven't told me what you're trying to achieve with this..."
Muraki simply smiled again.
The shadow was back again. Oriya watched it through a crack in the shoji door. It stood perfectly still, seeming to stare up at Kokakuro. After what felt like an eternity, it turned and moved on.
Oriya didn't like it one bit. Besides its vigil, it was beginning to turn up in the corner of his vision, or moving in the background too quickly to get a good look at it.
He sighed, then moved to shut the door.
Without warning, the shadow pressed its face against the crack in the door, one white eye glaring at him.
Stumbling back, he fell. By the time he'd scrambled back to his feet, the shadow was gone once again.
"Shit!" It knew he was watching.
He was trying to slow his breath when one of the maids walked in.
"Are you alright, sir?"
"I'm fine." He smiled reassuringly.
"There's a young man here to see you."
"A customer?"
"No. He's... unusual."
Oriya walked out to the entrance.
To his surprise, it was the kid he'd dueled for the key cards.
"It was Hisoka, right?" The kid nodded. He looked a mess: rumpled purple yukata, hair mussed, a dark brown stain on his right hand.
"I need your help.
