Hello there dear readers, this is the next chapter, sorry It is veery long, but, hey i couldnt stop writing it. The dialogue about eggs is partially borrowed from RP with Sueona - Hugs and kisses to ya lad;

As for the rest of you noodles, well ,enjoy the whatever that is ahead of you.

PS: Im having an exam in Russian language tomorrow, and Im veeery stressed . . . . wish me luck, and do me a favour, keep your fingers crossed for me, please (puppy eyes)

Yours truly,

Morality

Tsuzuki was sobbing silently as he helped Ukyou to pack her luggage.

-"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm certain we'll meet again." The woman patted the sobbing girl's shoulder.

-"Say hi from me to Artie."

-"No doubt."

Muraki helped taking her luggage downstairs and put it into the baggage compartment of the taxi. Tsuzukis eyes were red from crying.

-"Don't forget to phone once you're there."

-"I will not forget." Tsuzuki hugged the woman one last time and felt like if he would love to stay with her forever, it was so nice, and secure in her hands. He sighed burying his nose in her chestnut hair. He heard a low growl from behind.

-"Ukyou, stop, I forbid you." However the woman tightened her embrace. Tsuzuki was blissfully ignorant to the silent exchange of the former couple; to him everything seemed to drift in pink haze.

-"Just a little, Kazu, he's so sweet." Muraki narrowed his eyes at her.

-"No." Muraki parted them both ruthlessly.

-"Your greed knows no borders, Muraki, you desist from taking him and don't let the others do it, you're truly a dog in the manger."

-"You would not be the one to judge. Do this to anyone else for all I care, he's mine." He snarled back.

-"You even don't know whether HE likes you and you're already so protective about him." She sneered at him.

-"I don't care for what he likes, but I claimed him first." Ukyou chuckled evilly.

-"So that's it, pure territoriality. I thought you had changed but you're the same bastard I knew."

-"It takes one to know one." Ukyou released Tsuzuki, who wasn't all too happy to leave her embrace. She only stroked the side of his still spellbound features, drinking in the beautiful, dazed complexion.

-"If you hurt him, Muraki." The man glared at her.

-"Then you'll get a broken toy." Ukyou narrowed her gaze on him.

-"Don't mess with me."

-"But of course, my fair succubus." The woman somehow restrained her rage and smiled back at him amiably.

-"All by your lovely handiwork."

-"And what a work of art it is." Came a wistful reply.

Ukyou gave him a dirty look before she took place in the taxi and the vehicle started moving. Asato waved to her until the car vanished from their sight. He sighed and blinked a few times.

-"M-muraki, what happened? Did, did Mrs. Ukyou go already?" He looked dumbstruck,

-"That would be so." Tsuzuki blinked again,

-"Then why don't I remember it?"

-"You were under a spell."

-"What?! How? Why?" Tsuzuki started to sound hysterical. He stayed pondering for a while and felt hands wrapping around his fragile form.

-"Come, Asato, you need your rest." Gosh all he wanted to do was to melt into that form and stay that way, warm and secure, however.

-"Wait, what spell, why was it cast?" Muraki sighed. How do I explain this to him?

-"Let's say Mrs. Ukyou affects people in this way." He started nuzzling the side of Asatos neck, releasing warm breath onto the delicate skin and feeling the fragile form shudder.

-"W-wait, no, I, I have my responsibilities." Tsuzuki untangled himself from Murakis embrace apologetically. Tatsumi was here and he didn't want them to cause trouble. He went back inside and sighed, leaning against an empty wall in the corridor. He wrapped his arms around him, being utterly miserable and hoping nobody would come across him this moment; however he felt shadows thickening around him. Oh boy.

-"Tsuzuki san, is everything alright?"

-"Not particularly."

-"What's wrong?" The man knelt by his side, for Tsuzuki it was the last straw.

-"Everything is! Tatsumi, can't you see? All I want is some peace and quiet to order my thoughts, but the very first day here I'm treated like some kind of a slut and the further the worse. It can wear a person down, you know." The secretary was taken aback by the outburst of the usually introvert partner.

-"Asato, it's ok, I negotiated about the uneven share of responsibilities you're given, everything should be better now."

-"Oh, um, thanks." It was nice of him, however he didn't share his sentiments, on the other hand he was slowly becoming annoyed, he didn't know what particularly annoyed him about the secretary, but something did. "Tatsumi, I will be going then, ok?" The secretary caught his hand and made him turn around abruptly.

-"Just be careful."

-"Goodness, Tatsumi, I've lived here for a weak, and yes, I deal with monsters, I know I must be careful." The guardian stated in a "duh" tone and went down the hall grumbling. That caught the secretary off guard, what's gotten into him?

Currently Tsuzuki was lusting . . . for ice cream, anything sweet and creamy the more the better. Armed with a spoon and caramel syrup, he fished for some strawberry ice cream sitting on his knees by the freezer. When he had chiseled the frozen in box from its frosty dungeon and extracted his goal from the freezer, he went to the attic to eat it. Carefully he wandered through hallways, invisible mind you until he opened the door to the dusty attic room that had been used as a storage place. He took a look around – some old paintings, several chests of stuff he felt no desire of sorting through.

He walked to the largest wooden chest and perched on it comfortably, showing an old worn out velvet pillow under his rear for more comfort.

What next? Back to sweeping, polishing and whatever else task there is possible?

Really, I had so much to do; I even didn't have time to investigate. This is odd.

Tsuzuki stuffed another spoonful of mouthwatering concoction into his mouth and let it melt. Then he licked the remains of the sweet substance off of the spoon lazily like a cat.

This is bliss,

He didn't care if somebody was looking for him, now he was bathing himself in self-pity from head to toe. When his desire for sweet stuff was satiated, he left the carton of ice-cream on the chest to melt a bit and went to rummage through the boxes, if Tatsumi spotted him – he was investigating. An excuse already formed in his head.

He sorted through some old photos and saw a boy very alike Hisoka in them.

Weird,

He found some photos of Ukyou. Beautiful as ever, the only weird thing was – the photo was old, but in life she almost hadn't changed, if only her hair had caught a tinge of grey. What else? A set of old records, an old purse, with a bottle of some perfume, although only a droplet of it was left there. A stuffed animal, Asato had never seen anything like it. A weird two-tailed cat.

Weird, truly.

He also spotted a bunch of sleeping bats and stacked several chests and climbed on them, to examine the sleeping creatures closer.

How cute, so fluffy and with big ears.

Tentatively he reached out to touch them.

-"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Asato."

Startled Tsuzuki tripped off of the upper case, waving his hands wildly he felt his body falling and shut his eyes ready to hit the floor, however, when he opened his eyes, his vision was filled with white strands.

-"Not too careful are you?"

Feeling the need to stand upright and NOT be touched. Tsuzuki wiggled and writhed towards his freedom from Murakis embrace.

-"What are you doing here?" Tsuzuki brushed his robe off, straightening his short dress.

-"I was investigating." He stated.

-"If I didn't know better I'd say you were hiding."

Tsuzuki bit his tongue to stop the tide of bad words that flooded his mind and threatened to come over his lips. So he settled for glaring daggers instead.

-"No, I was not."

-"Oh truly, and this box of ice cream truly is one valuable asset while investigating, isn't it?"

-"It helps me to think." Asato stated crossing his arms on his chest. "And for that matter, what are YOU doing here?"

-"The same thing you are." Asato snorted.

-"Although sweets aren't my common equipment."

-"I thought that your place is in lab, not some old, dusty attic."

-"Even though I like being regarded as a humble scientist, as you well know, my experience goes far beyond that."

-"Listen, you should give lessons in arrogance." Asato remarked and went to the box of now slightly melted ice cream to eat it.

-"And I suppose you should be giving lessons on being cute. May I ask you which part of your research are you enacting this moment?"

-"Taking a break." Asato settled comfortably on the old pillow once again and crossed his legs.

-"From examining attic wildlife?"

-"No, from investigating." Asato stated now very annoyed and licked the spoon clean from the creamy delicacy once again.

-"Mind giving me a taste?" Muraki asked tentatively taking a step closer. Asato hunched over the box like some greedy kid and glared at him. "Go get some yourself." Asatos eyes widened in horror seeing the man approach.

-"You weren't that forbidding in bed." Tsuzuki blushed red and seized the spoon so tightly Muraki feared it would brake, still he leant closer until was stopped by a spoon being poked directly into his chest.

-"Stop it; I'm in no mood for this." Tsuzuki emphasized adding more pressure on the spoon like if it was a knife he was about to jab.

-"Why the sudden change of the mood, hmm? There is no secretary here to stop us."

-"To stop you." Asato pointed out.

-"And how about you?' Muraki added seductively, wrapping his fingers around Asatos hand that held the 'defensive' spoon.

-"I'm not doing anything he would want me to stop doing in the first place." Tsuzuki tried prying his captured hand free. "Stop it!"

Seeing that he wouldn't get away all that easily, he aimed to Murakis crotch and delivered a blow, however the man managed capturing his leg before it actually reached what he was aiming at.

Tsuzuki gasped in shock – shinigami reflexes are quicker than those of humans, and his reflexes were quick even as a human.

Muraki used this temporary distraction to kiss him.

Asato resisted at first, but he was failing in the fight miserably and his active defense quickly melted into blissful submission. His legs and arms lost their offensive intent and were seeking to feel more of the white man.

Gently Muraki pulled away, gazing into Asatos dazed expression.

-"Was it that bad?" Tsuzuki supported his forehead on Murakis chest.

-"Nu-uh, I was just feeling bad."

-"Feeling bad?" Muraki glanced down at his dazed lovely.

-"Care to explain?"

-"What's there to explain?" Asato snapped suddenly, rage filling him yet again. "I feel depressed, end of the story!"

-"Hmm, let's see, sudden mood shifts, craving for sweets, being unwell. Hmm, I should ask that Watari person." Asato blinked now being furious because Muraki seemed to be talking to air or some invisible third person, instead of him and, would you imagine, feeling better than he was.

-"It's not funny." Asato pouted.

-"That is right, it's very serious."

- "What do you mean?"

-"Do you know what a PMS is?"

-"Peninsula Medical School?" Muraki chuckled.

-"In your case, I wish it was, but it is a state of woman's body."

-"WHAT?!!" Muraki seriously debated on whether to tell the guardian the whole thing or not.

-"Am I pregnant?" Murakis eyes widened and he wanted to burst laughing.

-"No, not yet." Asatos eyes widened.

-"T-this means it is a state before being pregnant?!!!" Within seconds he was choking Muraki who was trying hard not to laugh. "You did this to me you bastard!!!!" When Asato realized that choking Muraki wouldn't help him one bit, he released the man and started pacing the floor nervously.

-"Would you listen to what I'm saying for once?"

-"What's there to know, I'm pregnant, and I don't know how I'm going to explain myself in Meifu." Asato started pacing quicker and started wringing his hands. Muraki mumbled some profanities in Latin and went to pick the over nervous guardian up and bring the clutching, shouting and scraping Asato to sit down on his pillow.

-"Now listen to what I say. You're NOT pregnant. But it seems that this lab experiment is truly turning your body into a female form, including all the hormonal changes, and pre Menstrual Syndrome, PMS in short, indicates that your body has started producing female eggs." Muraki realized his mistake in choice of words.

-"What? Am I some kind of hen to be laying eggs? What next will I start developing feathers, hmm?" Desperately Tsuzuki started poking his belly and trying to locate those same mysterious eggs. When he found none, he declared. "I, I think I broke them when I fell."

-"No, I meant egg cells and you will not be laying them." Muraki stated chuckling.

-"It's not funny, so what am I to do with these eggs?"

-"Nothing, to be honest, your body will do everything for you."

-"And that would be?" Muraki sighed; it has been so long since his obligatory practice in school.

-"Each month your body, I mean a female body, develops an egg cell, which might turn into a fetus if it gets fertilized, however if it doesn't, it is discarded."

-"So I will be laying an egg."

-"In a manner of speaking, yes." Should I spare him the mechanics? Tsuzuki shuddered and started crying.

-"But I don't want to lay eggs! And how will they get out, and what if they get stuck?"

-"Hush, now, they will not stuck and everything will be fine." Muraki embraced the hysterical guardian and ended up by seating him in his lap. He was torn between the need to calm his lovely and laugh at him being silly. "Each woman goes through this until a certain age every month and none of them have died."

-"But I'm not a woman!" Tsuzuki wailed digging his nails into Murakis shirt. "I'm a guy, and, and, I don't want any eggs, or bras, or attentions from every man in the 100 feet radius, and, and I don't want this PMS thing that's making me feel so bad."

-"Um, Asato, there is another thing." Apart of being aroused by his object of passion clinging to him desperately, there were some other things of importance.

-"Please, what else can possibly be there?" Muraki sighed.

-"If my presumptions are correct, you'll be bleeding." Tsuzuki looked at him dumbstruck.

-"You're kidding right? Or are you intending to kill me?" Muraki shook his head and took a long breath, taking his time and stroking Asatos tense back, particularly the spot a bit below the waist.

-"No, I have no such intentions. This is natural and might happen, if I'm correct, soon."

-"You must be kidding me, no bleeding is natural and why haven't I seen any bleeding women in the streets then? "

-"Because the place that's bleeding is rather discreet and they're taking good care not to let it show."

-"Y-you mean, d- down there?" Asato started hiccupping in the meantime.

-"Yes, down there."

-"NOOO! I don't want to, I refuse, and I'm going to sew my body for doing that to me!!!" He emphasized his agitation by hitting Muraki on the shoulder.

-"Release him this instant, Muraki!" Came a menacing growl. Tsuzuki gulped and Muraki sneered. Tatsumi was bewildered.

O . .OW Somebodys angry.

(Ukyou) - "Yeah it kinda started beeing too disgustingly sweet I almost threw up.

(Muraki, Tatsumi) /glaring daggers at each other/

(Tsuzuki) -"Ow, I think I had a cramp. /whimpers a bit/

Muraki)-"Come, lay, lovely."

(Tatsumi) - "No, hes not going anywhere with you."

(Tsuzuki) -"Yeah, Im not going anywhere with you!" /triumphant look from Tatsumi/ BOTH of you, now get out, before I kick your lilly ass!"