Note: I wanted to end this chapter but I don't know how. Oh well, maybe I'll give myself two or three more chapters. ^_~

Chapter 4

"Don't move."

Watari quickly grabbed a piece of paper and starts to draw. "Stop right there or I'll use this!" He showed a picture of what supposed to look like a gun.

Muraki ignored and continued walking slowly towards him.

"How about this!" Points out a picture of a dragon. Nothing happened. "Damn! This isn't working. My powers don't work in other people's body." Watari realized. He inched back a little until he felt his back bumped on the corner of the wall. There's no way he could escape.

"Why don't you stay where you are." By now, Muraki was so close. He began to loosen his tie.

"I assure you that you don't want to do that," Watari shrieked, trying to pull himself away from the doctor. His head was killing him. He suddenly felt drowsy.

"Why shouldn't I?" He clamped Watari tightly to the wall.

"Because… because…because it's not normal!" Watari babbled. He struggled more but it was useless. Obviously this body wasn't strong enough to push anyone that big aside. "Hisoka didn't eat enough!" Watari screamed inside his head.

"You talk too much, just relax and let me finish what I'm doing." Muraki touched Watari's lips with his finger. He traced a line over his chin, down his neck.

Yeesh..this guy is sick! Watari closed his eyes hard. He refused to know what Muraki was doing to him for the last three minutes.

Suddenly Muraki jolted up. Something was bugging him. He stared at Watari for a second. "You are not really Hisoka, are you?"

"Why didn't you notice that earlier?" Watari whispered sharply. His voice barely could escape his mouth. Muraki pulled himself away from Watari but his hands were still squeezing Watari's neck. "Great, now what? Choke me to death?!"

"I was hoping to torment your pathetic life but I'm not satisfied until I hear you scream," Muraki sighed. "You on the other hand, talk too much, which assured me even more that you are not Hisoka," He continued. He arranged his glasses and sat down on the couch, leaving Watari groaning in pain on the floor. "Don't worry, that's probably the curse from the doll carving itself on your body. Come."

Watari didn't budge. "I hate that guy!" He sat on the floor looking stubborn, hurt and angry. Muraki sighed more and forced Watari to sit beside him on the couch. "Did you know that you didn't put any sansevieria extract into your potion?"

"Huh?"

"Your potion. You left out the sansevieria extract," Muraki held up a document from under the couch. Watari stared at him more. Muraki grinned and picked up a small bottle from the table behind him and showed it to Watari. "This, my dear, is a body switching potion."

"So?" Watari asked, suddenly looking quite interested.

"Suzaku, get her!"

The large bird was flying over Tsubaki, screeching and hissing loudly. A wall of flames separated him from her. Struggling to rid herself of the bird's claw, Tsubaki fell over backward. Hisoka stared at her in horror as she suddenly she melted away. She was still laughing and screaming, 'I'll be back!' at the same time. Her screams fade away slowly but he still could hear her angry curses.

"Some people just don't know when to die, na, Soka," Tsuzuki appeared from behind a tree not far from the lake. He quickly ran towards his shivering friend and covered him up with his cloak. "You're bleeding."

"Baka! Why are you down here?"

Tsuzuki smiled and hugs Hisoka tightly as they walk back to the hotel room. "I'm hungry, want some sponge cakes?" He asked when they passed a small bakery. Hisoka just nodded and waited outside while Tsuzuki did the shopping for cakes, muffins and cookies.

"Want some chocolate cake?" He handed out a cake coated with chocolate to Hisoka.

"You haven't answer me yet. Why are you down here?" Hisoka asked sternly but somehow glad to see his partner.

"Tatsumi said I could go and see you guys. Besides, I'm not even allowed in the lab after what happened," Tsuzuki explained as he recall back the troubles and mess he created. After ceberus was given tranquilizers, it was left alone in the cage in the lab. That was the good part. The bad part was the damages it created. Now, half of the building is under construction and Tatsumi kept on reminding him about the amount of money needed for the reconstruction. "So, we won't be able to get bonus this month."

Hisoka grinned. I'll survive, but this kid won't, eyeing Tsuzuki, who now was busy swallowing down his third slice of custard cake.

They turned down the street and dragged their legs slowly up the stairs. "What am I going to tell Tatsumi-san?" Hisoka wondered. "Was the case solved of not?" Suddenly, he heard a crashing sound coming from his room. Quickly, he tugged Tsuzuki. They dashed through the hallway. Hisoka grabbed his keys and opened the door. " I must be dreaming…"

The room was a mess. It even smelled like dump. "Watari!" Hisoka called out. "Watari, are you there?" Tsuzuki searched around and found nothing. Hisoka walked slowly to the kitchen.

"Where do you think he is?" Tsuzuki asked as he picked up the mess. Suddenly he found a small note on the table. "Hisoka…you won't believe this…" He said almost whispering. Hisoka ran to Tsuzuki and read the note.

"I don't believe it either."

Tsuzuki and Hisoka turned their heads to the bed. Tsuzuki covered his eyes and hid behind Hisoka. "Why don't you just leave us alone!' Hisoka screamed out unable to control his anger. Sitting on the bed, hands folded in her laps, was Tsubaki.

She was completely normal and there was no sign of being burned. Her skin was white and pale. She was wearing a high-necked white blouse. It seemed so stiff and uncomfortable. Ruffle ran down the front and the sleeves were round and puffy. "Relax," Her voice was so soft like as if whispering. She got up and walked across the room towards the table. "I only came back to take this," She picked up the doll and slowly floated out the door.

"Stop!" Hisoka followed from behind her. "Where is my friend?!"

"Why don't you follow me to find out."

"Stop I said!" He grasped her hands tightly but it slipped out. She is a ghost, Hisoka realized. A lost one. She shimmered under the moonlight fading and see-through. "Why don't you just accept the truth that you're dead?"

"And then what? Rest in peace? Become a shinigami like you? Oh, please!" she replied but still floating away. " I have lot's of fun down here!"

Ahaha…ha..ha, I dream too much. Do you like, die with revenge to be a shinigami? Just wondering because that sounds fun. Searching for lost souls and etc.