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Last time-
Hisoka started to grow irritated as everyone kept staring at him. He 'hmphed' and turned around to go explore the apartment more muttering something along the lines of, "Damn, I hope stupidity isn't contagious, because I definitely know that I'm allergic to idiots." Yep, life sucked, but he'd take the stupid but lovable idiot over an insane psychotic bastard with a doll fetish any day.' He nodded to himself and continued muttering.
Behind Hisoka, Watari whispered, "Denial isn't a river in Egypt."
Tsuzuki blinked, "It isn't?"
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Hisoka looked down the small hallway. The hall light showed four doors. The first door on the right was Tsuzuki's room. It was slightly messy littered with the stray sock or shirt, but otherwise comfortable enough.
The next door on the left was Tatsumi and Watari's room. It was obvious because of the childish drawing stuck on the door that said 'Tatsumi and Watari's Room'.
Hisoka thought about it for a moment '…definitely done by Tsuzuki.' He looked into the room. As he had thought, the room was clean and everything was placed with precision. Although he had not known Watari and Tatsumi for long, it was quite obvious who the boss was.
The second to last room was the bathroom. It was a relief to know he wouldn't have to wait a long time to use the bathroom in the mornings, considering that there were two bathrooms in the apartment.
The last door drew his attention. Opening it, he found a spacious room which he assumed was the office. The light coming though the window illuminated another door labeled simply as 'Evidence'. Curiousity getting the better of him, he stepped forward in to the office and opened the door labeled 'Evidence'.
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Curiousity killed the cat.
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In the room, there were shelves filled with miscelanious items. Guns, knives covered in dry blood, strands of hair, anything that could be labeled as suspicious. On one shelf, Hisoka caught a glimmering of silver out of the corner of his eye. Turning to look, he found himself staring straight into the amethyst eyes of a porclain doll. The doll was dressed elaborately in a western style dress with its curly brown tresses laying around it. The silver that had caught his eye was three delicate strands of what looked like silver hair resting in the dolls hand.
No. Only one person had silver hair. No, it couldn't be.
Even as he was thinking this, he fell down screaming as the memories and the pain came rushing back to him. He was a doll. A puppet. Nothing more.
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Tsuzuki jumped up from where he had been sitting sulking on the couch. Watari and Tatsumi ran out of the kitchen.
Tsuzuki, Watari and Tatsumi burst into the 'Evidence' room looking for Hisoka.
Hisoka was on the floor writhing in pain. Harsh, angry, red markings were showing on his pale skin, and he was screaming incomprehensible words.
Watari quickly went over to the kid and pinned him down so he wouldn't hurt himself, and Tatsumi checked out his vital signs. Tsuzuki stood there staring in horror before snapping out of it and going towards Hisoka. He went closer and closer before finally kneeling down and embracing the writhing angel.
Hisoka tensed at the touch, even though his pain. All he could think of was that it was Muraki again. 'No. Not Muraki, NOT MURAKI! NOT AGAIN!!'
And then, something foreign assaulted his mind. It was warm; it felt nice. Comfort. Security. Love. Worry. An image of Tsuzuki flashed though his mind.
Hisoka knew. He knew that Muraki couldn't love. Muraki couldn't truly love anyone. Not with his blackened love. His perverted love. So Hisoka knew. This figure. The figure that was embracing him and filling him with comfort and love. This figure was not Muraki.
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Tsuzuki loosened his embrace as he felt Hisoka calming. He had been afraid that things would become worse when Hisoka had tensed up, but luckily Hisoka seemed to calm down. Tsuzuki looked at Hisoka again. The red markings were slowly starting to fade, and Hisoka was only slightly trembling now.
Tatsumi and Watari glanced at each other. They had seen how Hisoka had tensed when he was embraced, but they did not know why Hisoka had calmed down so quickly. Of course, they had their suspisions, but they had nothing concrete. Something was nagging at Watari's mind. Something about those red markings were familiar but he couldn't remember-
Tatsumi broke the tense silence by saying, "We should move him onto a bed." At once, the air became more bearable, as relief finally overcame the shock of the event. Tsuzuki sighed thankfully and lifted his angel up. There was no arguement as to which bed they would lay him down on. They went straight to Tsuzuki's room.
Tsuzuki gently lay his burden on the bed and covered him blankets. He looked down at his sweaty face, seeing that the last of the markings were finally dissapearing. He voiced everyone's question. "What was that?"
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The world was black. All Hisoka could feel was a sense of entrapment. Something was holding him down. Slowly he opened his eyes and the world came into focus. He could hear murmurings in the background, and he closed his eyes again pretending to be asleep. Hisoka listened to the talk carefully, and slowly he discerned voices that he felt he should recognize.
Hisoka shifted through his memories to see if he could remember what happened. Then suddenly everything came together as he heard a voice say 'Tsuzuki' in a reprimanding tone.
Hisoka gasped and sat up wrestling with the restricting covers as he remembered the silver hair. He started to hyperventilate. He didn't notice that the voices had stopped, but he looked up when the door burst open to see Tsuzuki followed by Watari and Tatsumi running towards him. In his panic, he mentally pushed them away and they flew towards the wall hitting their backs painfully. Hisoka's empathy was not helping since he could feel the others panic and pain as they hit the wall, multiplying his own panic and pain.
Tsuzuki got up and slowly, cautiously went towards Hisoka. He filled his mind with peace, love, and affection, just like before. "Hisoka." Tsuzuki whispered, saddened by Hisoka's obvious pain.
A quiet, love-filled "It's okay." was all Tsuzuki spoke as he approached.
With those few words, all the barriers Hisoka had painstakingly erected to protect himself fell. He felt himself being embraced and for once did not fight back. Borken tears flowed down his face as he let out all his pain. He had needed to release his pain since Muraki, but his pride and stubbornness would never let him. Now that he had started though, he couldn't stop himself, and much later, he would realize he didn't really want to.
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Tsuzuki watched as Hisoka fell asleep in has arms. He sighed in relief, but didn't let go of the angel. He felt comfortable, and Hisoka was warm and soft. He looked down onto Hisoka's tear-tracked face thinking, 'He's going to kill me when he wakes up like this, but I might as well enjoy it while it lasts.'
Watari and Tatsumi looked at each other and got up rubbing their aching backs. They went outside the room and closed the door quietly and headed towards the kitchen to discuss what had happened.
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end chapter 4
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