Note: Sorry, this came out late. I was in bed with flue. I hate pills. Oh yeah, why Venezuela, don't know. I just dreamt of it. Eheh…

Chapter 3.

A ray of light shined through the small room in a hotel in the middle of Llanos, Venezuela. The bright light blinded Hisoka's eyes. Angrily, he got up and closed the curtains, slammed himself back on the couch and continued staring at the ceiling. Their case had brought them all the way from Japan to the far South of America, Venezuela. Somehow, he was beginning to feel bored.

"I can't imagine it's been two days without Tsuzuki." Hisoka sighed. " I miss his smile. I miss his whining, the inu version of him, everything!" He gripped a pillow and tossed it to Watari, who was half buried under loads of files, papers and more data, both written and recorded. (If you know what I mean) Watari ignored. Hisoka grinned and arranged the papers on the floor.

"Watari, have you found the reverse potion?"

Silence.

"Watari?"

"Mm," A small voice came out from the professor's mouth. Realizing that Hisoka was staring at him, Watari quickly banged his head on the table in order to make sure that he is really awake. He knew quite well how his companion would be if he found out that he slept while working.

"Asleep, I guess?"

"Gomen, Soka-kun!" Watari repeatedly apologized. "Hisoka, this came last night. It's from the police department down town," Watari handed a small envelope from under the table to Hisoka. Slowly, Hisoka pulled out the content and silently reads it. "I guess, I have to do this alone," Hisoka said at last. He grabbed the spare keys and made his way out the room. Watari continued typing furiously on the laptop. In his mind was how to get a reverse potion. Obviously, he never thought that his potion could harm anyone.

File 3: The silent Murder Case.

For the past three weeks, fifteen victims were found dead the same way. Probably done by the same person. All the victims were stabbed from behind, hearts ripped apart and intestines pulled out, except for one woman. She is still in the ICU and is undergoing serious treatment. So far, no suspects were found.

"No suspect? Give me a break!" Hisoka crumpled the paper and walked down a dark and gloomy alley. Despite the bright shining sun, this place wasn't affected. Rats scampered around, leaving behind a sickly atmosphere. "Gross.." He muttered under his breath as he pulled out something wet and sticky from under his shoe. He lighted a match and studied the 'gross' stuff. Wait, this isn't an ordinary gross stuff. This is..this is intestines? Human intestines! Hisoka gasps and threw it away. Now I wish there were two of us. He eyed the place he stands now. Apparently, there were more where that came from. Suddenly, a sound from behind startled him. Hisoka turned around and saw a figure walking slowly towards him. Cautiously, Hisoka stepped back and hid behind an opening in the building. "Don't try to hide, mister. I know you're there.."

The voice inside Hisoka's head yelled run, run but his legs were as if glued to the ground by invisible glue. The figure became clear as it moved closer and closer to him. It was dragging something. Suddenly stopped and slowly turned its head to Hisoka. "Tsubaki..?"

Watari yawned. He looked at the clock on the wall and realized in has been a while since Hisoka left. A sense of guilt arose from Watari. "I hope he's alright. It's too bad I can't help.." Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"Didn't he bring his keys?" Watari wondered. Anyway, he got up and went to the door. A small cute girl greeted him from outside. "You have a gift!" The girl said. She looked through her small beg and pulled out a small wrapped parcel. "There!" Soon after Watari took the parcel, the small girl ran into the crowed and disappeared. Watari examined the parcel and found Hisoka's name on it.

"Hisoka?" Watari read the tab. "Is it really for him or me…?" Feeling a little suspicious, Watari slowly untied the ribbons. Jasmine scent filled the room as he removed the lid. Watari held up a small doll. It has a pair of small rounded eyes and looked almost like Hisoka, only that it is a girl. On the doll's left arm was a small carving.

"Cute isn't it?"

Watari startled and pushed the doll aside. "H..How did you come in..?"

"Through the door, isn't that obvious?" Muraki pointed to the entrance. " I miss you already." He made his was across the living room. "Don't you?"

"How can I miss someone I don't even know?!"

"I do think you drank too much that night."

"Probably. What do you want?" Watari walked back slowly. " Hisoka is going to kill me…maybe he's going to kill me first," realizing that Muraki was right in front of him. Watari gripped the doorknob behind him tightly. He suddenly felt light- headed and unsteady. His knees started to tremble, as if they couldn't support his weight.

"Don't be afraid," Muraki said, biting his lower lips, he slowly caressed the boy's cheeks lightly with his fingers. " I won't hurt you." Watari stared blankly at Muraki's eyes, unable to move.

"Tsubaki…?" The small girl in front of Hisoka repeated. Her eyes were furious. "Tsubaki..? Who is that?" She scowled angrily. "Who is that?!" She gripped the lifeless body on the ground and stabbed it over and over.

"No, no, no..,"Hisoka covered his ears. "I don't want to remember, stop!" Memories of the cruise ship beginning to form inside his head. "I didn't kill her…I didn't kill her!" Hisoka wailed and grabbed the dagger from Tsubaki's hand. She hissed and snarled. "Let go!" Screaming, she pushed Hisoka aside to the wall and ran out of the alley.

Hisoka started chasing her. Within minutes, they reached the small lake. Gasping, he eyed the girl. Suddenly, Tsubaki disappeared right in front of him. "Don't do this to me!" Hisoka shouted, gripping the dagger in his hands. A shrill laughter came from the lake. Small ripples began forming on the surface of the water. As he walked down, a pair of strong hands grabbed him from behind. "You're going to pay for what you did!"

Hisoka's arms were locked tight to the side of him. He struggled to get away but her grips were iron tight. She dropped him off the small dock into the water, bent down, grabbed his head and neck, and shoved his face down beneath the surface.

Coughing, Hisoka struggled to the top, gasping for air. "I thought you're supposed to be dead!"

"Revenge kept me alive, dear," She said, sounding eeriely calm. "I died, but I can't rest in peace until I destroy you and your stupid blonde friend! I owe that doctor.."

Muraki…Muraki was behind this? Hisoka gasp for more air. "Wait, you don't know who you're dealing with!" He screamed.

She didn't reply. Instead she pushed his head back into the water and held it there. Hisoka kicked his legs trying to release himself. But, she stayed at the edge of the dock, holding his head, pushing him down. I have to get away! His lungs were about to burst. Hisoka felt himself drowning away.

Suddenly, her grips loosen. He heard her cry out. Hisoka raised his head and sucked in a mouthful of air. He pushed himself away from her. What was going on? Tsubaki was struggling with something. He stumbled to his feet.

Note: Ah, drowning would be nice, isn't it?