A/N: There had been an earthquake in Taiwan and my country's ISP had been affected by the quake as well. So my server kind of slow right now…

Disclaimers: Not mine but Okita and Fleurir are! By the way, Fleurir means flower in French if I'm not mistaken. If I'm wrong, ignore it…hehehe. I'm trying to create a really evil villain but somehow I always end up creating a sadist…one more thing! In chapter 5, Okita was blue-eyed but in chapter 6 I accidentally wrote down he was a hazel-eyed. The truth is…he's a blue-eyed! Case closed. Sorry for the confusion.

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"I don't care if no one comes to my rescue, but...

If someone will call my name,

If someone will hold my hand,

That's all I want."

- "Sukisyo", from Ran to Yoru-

"Tsuzuki, who was that!?" Hisoka asked he ran behind Tsuzuki and his brother. The angel glanced backwards without slowing his pace. "I'll tell you once we get to a safe place. But now, we really need to leave!" he exclaimed. They had left their house and entered the dark forest behind their home. "I know a place!" Hijiri said.

Tsuzuki stared at him. "Soka-chan and I used to play here whenever we got a chance to go outside," he continued. "Lead the way, then," Hisoka sounded. Suddenly, a root caught his foot and fell down. "Hisoka!" Tsuzuki stopped immediately and went over to him. "Soka-chan, daijoubu?" Hijiri asked anxiously. "I'm okay. I think I twist my ankle," Hisoka smiled at him before showing them his ankle. Tsuzuki examined it and narrowed his eyes. "This is not good. It's starting to swell. We need to get to that place right away," he said. "Climb my back," he offered as he turn around and bent his knees slightly.

Hisoka blushed but climbed on his back as he knew he didn't have time to feel shy or stuff. They continued running while Hijiri tried to hold back his tears. Hisoka obviously noticed that. "Hiji-chan…please, don't cry," he said. Hijiri wiped his eyes which tears had started to dwell. "I'm trying not to! I forgot you can't run too much. Gomen, ne Soka-chan?" he replied as he dodged the branches. Tsuzuki smiled slightly when he heard that. "It's okay…" said the young blond.

After a few minutes running, they reached a clear field with many types of wild flowers growing. Tsuzuki watched the scene in awe. It was dark of course, but with the help of his supernatural eyesight and the moonlight, the view was breathtaking. Across the field was a small house, smaller than his house. It was more like a barrack. The building was quite hidden behind the tall trees and grass. "Is that where…?" he asked.

"Yes," Hisoka answered as he stared at the house, reminiscing the moments he and Hijiri had together when they were kids, playing at the place. "Hurry," Hijiri called them as he opened the old and dusty door. Tsuzuki stepped inside and noticed nobody had been living in the house.

He put Hisoka down slowly and took off his cloak. He folded it and placed in on a dry mat that was on the ground. "Lie down. I need to check your ankle," he said. Hisoka obeyed and did just what he had been told. After removing his shoe and sock, Tsuzuki glared at Hisoka's left ankle. The ankle was swollen. He tried to move it a bit but stopped when he heard a hiss of pain coming from the blond. "Soka-chan," Hijiri held on his hand. "Hisoka, I need to push it towards you so it won't get much worse than this. I need you to hold back when I do that. It will hurt I have to tell you," Tsuzuki told him as he massaged the foot slowly.

The blond turned to Hijiri, asking for a support silently. Hijiri smiled. "Okay. Just do it," Hisoka said as he gripped at his brother's hand tighter. "Ready?" Tsuzuki asked. He nodded. Slowly, Tsuzuki pushed it towards him and the pain increased. He shut his eyes and winced occasionally as Tsuzuki continued to do that. After a few minutes, Tsuzuki stopped. "Okay, that should do it. Try standing up," he said as he reached for Hisoka's other hand. He slowly stood and with one foot.

Tsuzuki stepped away from him. "Try walking," he said again. Hisoka stared at him before starting a smile. "What are you exactly? A doctor or an angel?" he replied. Tsuzuki smiled. "Your lover."

Hijiri gasped in surprise while Hisoka felt his face was burning hot. "Now, try walking towards me," Tsuzuki said again as if nothing had happened. However, a wide smile escaped his lips when he saw Hisoka blushed like that.

Hisoka tried to walk and to his surprise, his left foot didn't hurt as much as before. After a few walks, he was fine. "You're a genius, sensei!" Hijiri exclaimed and jumped happily. All of the sudden, Hisoka clenched his shirt by the chest and fell down. "SOKA-CHAN!"

They both went to him. Hisoka was breathing heavily while his eyes were wide in terror, as if something had scared him. He reached out his hand and held on Tsuzuki's sleeves. "He's…here…" he whispered. Tsuzuki glanced at the door and suddenly the door was burst opened. A dark figure slowly approached them with a wicked smile on his face.

"I'm here to fetch my Fleurir," he said with a husky voice. Hijiri knew that man was evil and he understood what his purpose was. "He's not yours!" he cried out. The man stared at him. "Silence," he said and raised his hand. Hijiri floated in the air as Okita swung his hand to the side, the brunette flew and slammed into the wall. The wall collapsed under his weight. Thankfully, it was just a wooden wall. "HIJIRI!" Tsuzuki called him as he gathered Hisoka in his arms.

He quickly went to Hijiri and found out the boy had minor cuts and was unconscious. Hisoka had fainted, too. "Now, Tsuzuki. Be a good angel and give Fleurir back to me!" Okita raised his voice. Tsuzuki stared at him and unexpectedly, Okita's hands were caught on fire. "What the hell! Argh!" Okita frantically ran outside and tried to put out the fire.

He noticed it couldn't be put out easily. "Fire Art, eh?" he said with a smirk. "Water Art should do the trick," he said and stared at his burning hands. The fire was immediately put out. Tsuzuki watched in astonishment. "You shouldn't trick your senior like that, Tsuzuki!" he said and swung his arm towards the amethyst-eyed angel. Tsuzuki felt the force pushing him and he was thrown backwards, hitting through the walls and slammed into a tree with Hisoka wrapped in his arms.

Okita flew towards him as he glared down. Hisoka wasn't in Tsuzuki's arms anymore. Tsuzuki's eyes flared in anger and upset as he couldn't move his body. The impact surely had broken some of his bones. Okita bent down and stared at Hisoka's face. He pushed away few strands of hair out off Hisoka's face. "You're still beautiful like before, Fleurir," he said with a weak smile. "DON'T TOUCH HIM!"

The man looked up in annoyance. "He's not Fleurir, Okita. You know very well Fleurir had died!" Tsuzuki exclaimed as he desperately trying to reach the unconscious Hisoka. Okita was getting furious. "He's not dead. He had been reborn as Hisoka, this child," he said as he continued to caress Hisoka's smooth face. "By the looks of it, I can see that you love this boy so much, Tsuzuki," he said and went over to Tsuzuki.

The angel drew in his breath. "Of course! I love him and he loves me too!"

Pain stroke at Tsuzuki's stomach. Okita had kicked him. "He doesn't love anyone! Anyone but me, you hear me!" another kick hit Tsuzuki's rib. He shouted in pain. He hoped Hisoka would wake up and ran. He couldn't see his lover clearly as he was coughing out blood which stained his face. His eyesight began to go blurry while Okita continued to strike him.

All of a sudden, he saw two small fragile hands came from Okita's behind and pulled him back. "Tsuzuki!" Hisoka rushed towards him. He tried to smile but he couldn't move. Only his eyes showed how grateful he was that Hisoka was unharmed. Okita was surprised by the sudden pull and quickly got back up. His eyes widened in amazement. "Fleurir!" he shouted. Hisoka turned to him. "What the hell did you call me?"

Okita blinked in surprise. "Fleurir…you do remember me, right? It's me, Okita!" he said. He slowly moved towards the two. "What have you done to Tsuzuki? Who's Fleurir? I'm not Fleurir! I'm Hisoka, damn it!" Hisoka screamed. He wrapped his arms around Tsuzuki. "Don't hurt Tsuzuki!"

Okita felt his heart torn in two. "Fleu…rir?" he whispered in anguish. He stepped back and jumped to the sky. His red wings soared behind him. Hisoka watched as the villain left them. "So…ka-chan?" a familiar voice startled him. "HIJI-CHAN!"

Hijiri walked towards them while holding his shoulder. "Are you okay?" Hisoka asked. Tears started to flow from his eyes when he saw Hijiri was hurt, too. Hijiri smiled and patted his head. "It's nothing compared to Tsuzuki-sensei. How's he?" he asked as he sat down in difficulty. His back must be badly wounded.

Tsuzuki blinked twice. "That means you're okay eh?" Hijiri translated the act. "Okay? You're not okay, damn it! You can't even move!" Hisoka wiped the tears from his eyes. Hijiri helped him to carry Tsuzuki to be in a sitting position, leaning against a tree. "I'm…f…fine…" Tsuzuki tried to speak.

He reached up his hand in difficulties and wiped the tears from Hisoka's eyes. "It's not like I'm dead," he continued. Hisoka leaned towards the hand as his tears continued pouring out.

"TSUZUKI!"

Tatsumi and Watari had just arrived. "We're terribly sorry!" Watari shouted and ran to their sides. "Oh my God, Tsuzuki? Can you speak?" he asked. Tsuzuki smirked. "Of course, you fool. I'm an angel not a human. I heal fast," he said. And to Hisoka and Hijiri's astonishment, all the bruises and the cuts Tsuzuki was having slowly disappeared. Their mouths were literally hanging in the air. "But I still feel dizzy. Maybe from the blood I lost?" he said as he stood up easily.

"Can you walk?" Watari asked Hijiri. The boy chuckled in pain. "Barely," he looked at his brother. "Did your asthma attack you?" he asked. Hisoka shook his head. "I'm fine," he replied. "Let's go back," Tatsumi said. Watari lifted Hijiri while Tsuzuki lifted his lover, both in bridal style. "Um…are we going to walk back?" Hijiri asked. Watari laughed. "Have you ever flown?"

"WHOA!" Hijiri shrieked as Watari jumped into the sky while his glimmering golden wings flapped behind him. Tatsumi was flying in front of them while Tsuzuki and his brother were behind them. He felt so amazed. "This is cool!" he shouted in the air. "Soka-chan! Don't you think it's cool!?" he screamed as he peered behind Watari. To his amusement, he saw Hisoka was binding his arms around Tsuzuki's neck and he buried his face into the angel's chest.

Watari gazed behind him. "He's afraid of heights, isn't he?" he asked. Hijiri smiled. "Yeah…but I think he's doing fine since it's Tsuzuki," he replied.

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"Kyah…what should we do?" Hijiri asked his brother as soon as they saw their front section of the house was completely destroyed. "Hm…mom would be so furious about this," Hisoka replied. "Mom doesn't need to know actually," his brother added. They all stood in the lawn, thinking how much would it costs to get the repair done before their parents got back. "Don't worry. Watari will solve this," Tsuzuki said. Hijiri turned at the scientist and realized it wasn't a good idea. He had turned his head too fast that his back began to hurt again. "Hiji-chan, lie down," Hisoka sat down and pulled his brother with him. Hijiri understood and lied down on Hisoka's lap.

Watari stepped forward. "Watari-sensei's going to repair the house? I thought all he does is destroying his lab," Hisoka teased his teacher. Watari shot him a death glare. "It's okay. Between us three, only Watari has the power to reconstruct," Tatsumi explained. Watari smiled proudly at Hisoka and returned his gaze towards the house. "You'll thank me for this, bon!"

He then chanted something in a whisper and before they knew it, the house had returned to the way it was before. "COOL! OUCH!" Hijiri had abruptly sat up and fell back once again. "Now, let me check you wound," Watari said and went over to Hijiri. "You're going to reconstruct me?" he asked in horror.

Watari giggled. "In human case, I don't think reconstruct is an appropriate word. We call it as heal," he said. Hisoka tried not to laugh but Hijiri knew his brother was laughing at him. "Ready? It won't hurt a thing," the blond angel said and placed his hand behind Hijiri's neck. A glow formed around his hand and after a moment, the glow disappeared. "Hey, I don't feel pain anymore!" Hijiri stood up and started stretching.

Tsuzuki smiled at them and noticed Hisoka was staring at him. "What is it?"

Hisoka looked away as he blushed. "I want to ask you about that…man. The one who attacked us," he said. Tsuzuki raised a brow. "Okay, I'll tell you everything you want to know. But before that, I think you both should take a bath first," he said. Hijiri heard him. "Eh? Again?" he asked. "Must I?"

"Of course, you smelly thing! We were running so hard!" Hisoka scolded him. Hijiri suddenly smirk. "Ok. I'll take a bath again if only you'll join me," he said with a mischievous tone in his voice. Hisoka gasped and looked at Tsuzuki for rescue. "Uh-uh. Angels should butt out from family matters," Tsuzuki said, patting Hisoka on the head. The blond pouted his lips as Hijiri leaded him back into the house.

Tatsumi sighed and looked at Tsuzuki. "So, Okita was after Hisoka?" he asked.

Tsuzuki nodded his head. "He's after Hisoka. I admit Hisoka looks so much like Fleurir but even angels don't reborn. Okita should know that," he said as they walked back towards the house. Watari shut and locked the door behind them. "I already set up a barrier around the compound. We should be fine," the shadow master said and they collapsed on the couches. "I didn't think I'd be using Fire Art…" Tsuzuki moaned in pain. His hands were trembling.

Watari laughed. "What? You used Fire Art on him? Yours is still incomplete, you idiot!" Tatsumi sighed. "We just haven't been using our power for a long time, that's why we're tired," he said. "Hait…" Tsuzuki and Watari answered simultaneously. "I really need a shower…" Tsuzuki mumbled.

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Hisoka was waiting in his dark room when Tsuzuki had finished taking his shower. The angel slowly shut the door behind him and climbed onto the bed. Hisoka startled when he felt a slight movement behind him and sighed in relief when he saw it was only his angel. "Were you asleep?" Tsuzuki asked as he brushed golden strands of hair off Hisoka's face and tucked them behind his ear.

The boy smiled. "No. I was waiting for you," he replied and moved closer to the man. He could smell the pamelo soap on Tsuzuki as he breathed in the man's neck. Strong arms pulled him closer. He never felt such warmth and comfort before. Tsuzuki smiled and looked down. Hisoka was looking up to him as well. "So, what do you want to know?"

Hisoka cleared his throat. "Why did he call me Fleurir?" he asked. "Okita called you that because you resemble his late lover so much that he thinks you're a reincarnation of him," the angels replied without taking eyes off him. "Late?" the blond's green eyes opened wide. Tsuzuki nodded his head. "Fleurir died because of a disease which is fatal to angels. Angels do get sick, you know?" he rubbed his nose with Hisoka's. "So…what happened next? When did that happen?"

"Okita is an Angel of Shadow, similar with Tatsumi's power. Fleurir was an Angel of Flower. Everyone knew his gentleness and his passion for flowers. They both had been lovers for as long as anyone could remember. Okita wasn't like this before. He was gentle, like Fleurir, too but his death changed him completely. Fleurir had caught the disease and died in Okita's arms not long after that," Tsuzuki retold the 200 years story. "How did you know?"

Tsuzuki kissed his forehead. "I was there. Everyone was there. We angels have a special bond with each other. Everyone was like a family or maybe lovers. When Fleurir died, we all cried," he said, staring straight into Hisoka's eyes. 'Then, why Okita came after me?"

"After Fleurir had died and buried in his favourite garden, Okita went to the Angel of Rebirth and asked her to born Fleurir again. Everyone knew his love for Fleurir was deep but it was just absurd. Guardian Angels have unlimited life. But once he dies, he could no longer be reborn and his soul is directly sent to heaven. This fact angered Okita so much that he attacked her. So, currently he is suspended from doing his job because he is still emotionally unstable," Tsuzuki continued.

Hisoka gazed down. "And since I look so much like Fleurir, he thought I was his reincarnation?"

Tsuzuki whispered a yes. Hisoka shut his eyes. "Poor Okita. I think he really is heartbroken," he said and snuggled closer. "They both had been together for 300 years. Nobody could challenge their love," the angel said and looked down. He leaned down and kissed Hisoka. The boy parted his lips and invited Tsuzuki to come in. Their kiss deepened as Tsuzuki's hands began to roam the boy's back. They parted for air. "Good night, Hisoka," Tsuzuki whispered before closing his eyes.

Hisoka smiled with a blush. "Tsuzuki…"

"Yes?" Tsuzuki answered despite he was almost asleep. Hisoka thought again. "Tsuzuki…do you…love me?" he said and gulped. He waited for an answer but nothing came. "Tsuzuki?" he looked up and saw the angel was asleep.

He smiled and scanned Tsuzuki's face with his hands. He traced every part of his face and admired the perfect feature of the angel's face. He looked so gorgeous and peaceful. He stared at his lover's face for a while before falling asleep. After a few moments, Tsuzuki opened his eyes. He stared at Hisoka, carving a guilty smile.

"I'm sorry I can't say it, love," he whispered and fell asleep as well. He didn't know that Hisoka was half asleep as well. Hisoka's eyes were partly closed and opened wide when he heard it.

He heard it loud and clear.

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TBC! I hope you guys like this chapter even though I think it has more romance than I had expected! Review please! Thanks!