The Planning Begins

A/N: I'm sorry if I said otherwise but, this DOES take place after Wishing Kokoros. A special note about that at the bottom. This fic slightly clears up a little bit more confusion. Slightly short? Well, read and enjoy!

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Hisoka lazily took the last gulp of his drink, tea to be exact, and set the glass down gently back onto the table. Across from him on the small booth beside the window, his partner was completing the meal with a large piece of apple pie. From the looks of it, the man didn't even appear to be chewing, but consuming large quantities of food.

"Tsuzuki," he said, trying to catch the man's attention, although he knew even if he gesticulated, it wouldn't even matter.

The man ignored him. Hisoka knew it was unintentional though…hopefully.

Hisoka tried again. "Tsuzuki!"

The man was still eating, apparently not caring or not knowing that Hisoka was calling for his attention.

Giving up on speaking, Hisoka leaned forward and snatched the plate away that occupied the pie from the man. Immediately, Tsuzuki noticed that sudden action and cried out in alarm with a hurt expression. Any other person would have quickly handed the plate back and fixed their eyes on something else, however, Hisoka could sustain longer.

"I'm not done with that!" explained Tsuzuki with a whimper following by. His eyes refused to leave the plate that was held in Hisoka's grip as if though it would vanish at any second.

"I can see pie is much more important to you than work and other things," Hisoka said coldly holding the plate closer to his body.

Tsuzuki groaned and began leaning over the table reaching out a hand to grab the plate. "Hisoka! Give it back"

"You aren't paying attention! Listen!" shouted Hisoka, pulling the plate farther away from Tsuzuki's grasp.

The man protested by saying, "But I'm really hungry! And it was your money and I wanted to make it worth all!" He placed a knee on the table, climbing on top, careful with the other plates.

"Tsuzuki!" cried Hisoka in shock when the man was literally climbing over to take the food back. He held the plate above his head and scooted toward the end of the booth, avoiding the man's needy clutches. He was going to make Tsuzuki listen to him.

Tsuzuki, seeing Hisoka action instantly before it happened, made a dive for the food but instead, his calculations were slightly off and his face collided with the boy's.

With a loud cry, Hisoka felt Tsuzuki's body tightly crush against his as they tumbled off the booth onto the cold tiled floor. "You…idiot!" he muffled against Tsuzuki's shoulder, shoving the man off him as hard as he could, which was not much.

Tsuzuki moaned in pain and looked upward as something caught his eye. "AYE! THE FOOD!" He shouted as the apple pie separated from the plate, which went crashing into tiny pieces of glass upon the floor leaving the pie to plop on the object right underneath it.

*PLOP*

Oh, yes, and the object just happened to be a very familiar young boy.

All those who occupied the restaurant and witnessed the incident gasped in alarm. Everything froze for a moment as the pie began making its slick and slow way down Hisoka's neck and onto his shoulder, before landing on the floor with a disgusting glob sound.

Tsuzuki gave a clamorous laugh and leaned forward, licking the small piece of apple that occupied itself comfortably on Hisoka's right cheek. "Mmm, it's painfully good." He chuckled at his own joke, although Hisoka didn't even flinch.

Hisoka stared dangerously at his partner swearing death and hissed as the manager came stomping toward them. "It had better be because that's not the only thing that's going to be painful in about two seconds."

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Zenshin yawned deeply and spun around in his seat. Yukio suggested that he stay at the hideout for a while with Arisa, while his older brother went to investigate where Arisa had previously attacked. Zenshin didn't understand the point of it.

"Zenshin-san," said a little voice. "What's this thing?"

The boy spun around once more to find Arisa highly caught up in a very interesting staff with a small orb that lied at the top. It looked as if though the end of the staff split in two in opposite directions curving slightly upward, a perfect size for the orb.

He smiled and said softly, "It's one of the many magical staffs here. Yukio and I collected and…er…borrowed some of the equipment here for our…investigations, and so on."

"Oh." The girl scrunched her nose up and stared into the orb; she cocked her head.

"This one," Zenshin began, standing up and caressing the staff with awe as if though reading what the young girl was contemplating. "It allows one to see what another person is going through. Or, more like, what's going on through their hearts."

Arisa looked up with a perplexed expression on her small face. "But, that's not very magical, is it? I mean, Hisoka-san can do that too."

Zenshin nodded. "Yes, but it can do more. See this is how it works. When casting a spell, you can have the time needed to look into a person's heart and soul. Once that is noticed, these things right here," he pointed to two strings attached to the middle of the staff that held beads on them. "They will then, if you cast the correct spell, will awaken Harai and will put that person into a deep sleep of peace while Yukio, who usually does this part of the job, summons Harai's master to heal the person that is possessed by darkness. Harai enters the person's body by his master's command and does the completion of the spell. However, if something goes wrong, both the person casting the spell, and the one who will be cast by it, die."

"So you've used this staff before?" she asked.

Zenshin shook his head in a negative manner. "No. But I do much research on all our equipment. I have to master each piece of magic in order to carry out my missions. I know the basics on everything and am beginning to go into depth of some particular ones that I have interested in. Harai, for example, is one of those ones I'm currently studying."

"Ah, I don't get it. I'm really confused."

A laugh filled the room. Zenshin patted the girl's head gently with a grin. "I bet Tsuzuki-san is even more confused. I mean, your story is impossible to understand!"

Arisa shrugged. "I know Hisoka-san understands. He can explain it to Tsuzuki-san."

"Mm. Hopefully."

Zenshin turned back and went into the kitchen to get something for the two of them to eat; he assumed Arisa was hungry.

While he prepared the meal, Arisa wondered around more, finding ancient talismans and maps and everything regular people would find fantasy like. To her, they were slightly familiar, since Rosa had them.

After a moment of thinking, Arisa asked, "Who's Hirai, Zenshin-san?"

"Hmm? Oh! Yes, I'm sorry." He came out carrying a plate with a sandwich and carrot sticks. "It may be a bit too healthy…but I have ice cream too, if you want." He set the food down on a nearby table.

The girl smiled and nodded. "Later." She handed a carrot stick to Kuro, once she had sat down.

"Ah, well, okay. I'm not going to explain about Hirai, because it's too complicated for now. But, he's half human, half phoenix, just if you're interested enough for that little detail. It's not important right now, okay? Let's just relax until we get message from my brother," he explained, setting back down on the seat by a touch screen computer.

Getting no response, Zenshin assumed she understood. He began rummaging through some scattered files that lied upon a counter to the right. "Now, let's see. What shall we use to get information on Rosa…Ah here you are!"

He found a blue file with only a few pieces of paper in it. He frowned and sighed. "She's a lot more tight on her work than I thought. Well…This will be a long day for me!" He cracked his knuckles and quickly set off to work. "I really hope Tatsumi got that file."

Arisa, in the meantime, shivered, knowing that something was just not right.

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"I'm really sorry, honest."

A loud snort made the man frown and blush in humiliation at his actions. Not only had the manager kicked them out, but also Hisoka was FURIOUS at him. But he was hungry! Is that such a crime?

Hisoka groaned and speeded up (the pie had let a beautifully well-made mark on his face, neck, and clothing). Tsuzuki had obviously had forgotten to place his shields up again, and his thoughts were colliding madly like waves against ocean rocks into Hisoka's. The sooner they arrived home, the better for all.

In what seemed like long seconds, the door slammed shut and the stomping of footsteps upstairs was heard. Tsuzuki gave a depressed sighed and hung his jacket and Hisoka's (who had thrown it angrily on the ground with suck rage). Feeling horrible about the situation, he thought of something to make it up.

"I really didn't mean it. But, what can I do to make it up to him?" Tsuzuki asked himself. Coming up with nothing, he began heading upstairs.

As expected, he heard the shower running. Reaching the top step, Tsuzuki entered the room and changed his shirt, which had some tiny spots of the pie as well. Discarding his cloth on the basket, he went back out of the room and out into the balcony, where he could lean against the railing.

The winds had began to become harsh yet gentle at the same time. His eyes wondered around the ocean's waves and deep clear color. Children giggling, others surfing or talking, tanning, everything expected to be seen at a relaxation spot.

There was a cessation of water stopping, then going back on again. No, thought Tsuzuki, this is the sink; it's not as powerfully loud as the shower. The rapid sound of water ceased and the rummage of cloth or what not was followed. Then, he heard the door creak quietly open. He spun around and saw Hisoka, fresh in new clothing come out.

Tsuzuki smiled. Hisoka now wore slightly baggy pants, white shoes, and a T-shirt that seemed one size to big for his smaller frame.

"Hisoka," Tsuzuki spoke weakly, still feeling lousy. "I'm really sorry! I..."

Hisoka interjected harshly, "Don't bother apologizing. I don't like seeing you upset." Despite the harshness of the tone, the words came out soft and kind that Tsuzuki just had to smile.

Tsuzuki grinned and slightly adjusted to the left and patted the white railing inviting Hisoka. Hesitantly, the boy slowly made his way over and leaned his elbows comfortable on the rail, his eyes melting into the scenery.

"It's beautiful," whispered Hisoka, never leaving sight of the ocean.

A relaxed sigh was the response. Tsuzuki loved the aroma of the salt lingering about after the waves roar and crash, spraying mists to all those around. It was the same scent reminding him of the time Hisoka got him a sweet roll of some sort that had the scent of salt, yet was the taste of pure sugar.

His mind somehow leapt up to where they were now. The events were beginning to get thicker. "Hisoka…What's going on? I honestly didn't understand what Arisa was saying. She talks kind of fast you know."

"She's a child," was what his partner replied quietly, not amused by that fact of Tsuzuki's inability to grasp the idea of everything. "Basically this is the problem; Rosa has been kidnapping, some not all, people with special and unique abilities that normal beings don't posses.

"Next, she made a deal with a warlock that if she could posses all abnormal abilities, she would find a young one that has been 'broken', physically or mentally we don't know, and that's emotions are so pure and hand him or her over to this warlock.

"After gathering some people with abnormal abilities already, Arisa's brother gave his soul to Rosa to posses more abilities in order to protect his sister. Now, his sister was also there and began sneaking around. According to her, she found two pictures of me, and one of you."

Tsuzuki blinked in awe and thought for a moment to collect the information that Hisoka had summarized in a much easier way. "So…"

"So," Hisoka interrupted again, not bothering to waste his time on Tsuzuki's pondering that usually took a while. "What we can gather for sure is that she wants you for you Shinigami abilities, and she wants me for…my ability."

An odd shiver bolted through Hisoka's body. The thoughts of his parents shunning him, well, not really, passed through his mind. More like refusing to accept him as their son. As if though Tsuzuki sensed the tension that had arise, he wrapped a protective and friendly arm around Hisoka's shoulders.

"By your side always?"

Opening his mouth, speechless, Hisoka's eyes blinked rapidly for a second. Shutting his mouth slowly, he nodded. He received another grin that beamed with happiness.

"What happened to Zenshin and Yukio?" Tsuzuki questioned more to himself than Hisoka.

Hisoka was silent, just leaning closer to his partner, receiving a warm sensation throughout his body, loosening the muscles at the same time. "They…went out, I guess. They'll be back."

"I'm still confused about all this," continued Tsuzuki.

Hisoka snorted, his eyes shutting half way. "I'm sure you're slow mind will catch up within a few days."

Tsuzuki sighed again and rested his head upon Hisoka's damp one. The moist reminded him of the wind, which reminded him that, the mixture of moist and wind could result in a deadly flu, even though Hisoka's quick ability to recover.

"Let's go inside, ne? You'll get ill." The boy didn't reply but turned and headed inside quickly.

"Hisoka," Tsuzuki asked, lips pressed tightly together with concern. A habit he did sometimes. "Hisoka? What's wrong?" The tension had returned between the two.

He entered and shut the two glass doors that led to the balcony, locking them, to be on the safe side. Behind him, Hisoka sat on the Egyptian like mattress and cradled his head in his hands.

"Hisoka."

"Tsuzuki…I was thinking. That dream I had…" He paused, taking a deep breath into his lungs, and exhaling slowly relaxing. "I think it may have a connection to what happened to me yesterday."

Tsuzuki was listening intently. He sat on the chair that was across from the cushion that Hisoka occupied. The man placed his hands under his chin. "Tell me."

It was apparent to Tsuzuki that he wasn't going to get an answer. He waited a while longer, allowing Hisoka to rerun the dream through his head. Before he could gently ask again, Hisoka had taken the time to speak.

He listened throughout the entire thing, eyes widening with great horror and disturbance. By the time Hisoka had finished, which was about five long minutes, maybe twenty, (Tsuzuki didn't know) he had rushed to Hisoka, on his knees, taking the boy's shoulders in a strong grip.

"Hisoka, you know, I would never ever hurt you like that," he insisted, trying to calm the tremulous boy. "Hisoka?"

"I know. I know. I wasn't afraid when you, no. Not you, he slapped me. It's the emotions that ran into me during that hit. It was so twisted and dark. I felt like dying…I…" Hisoka shook and held onto his shoulders in such a deadly deep grip, Tsuzuki had to pry them off and hold them tightly.

"What is it?"

Hisoka gulped and allowed his head to dangle low, eyes fixed at nothing. "I remember that time yesterday. Right before I lost it, I felt the same way. Something dark and twisted inside. I have the feeling it'll happen again soon, just like Arisa was trying to say."

Perhaps it was the trembling, or the tears, or perhaps the nuance expression between fear, disgust, or horror, but whatever it may be, Tsuzuki drew Hisoka close to him, soothing the form with assuring words.

Hisoka had pushed himself upward, wiping the tears away. It always was the same way. He refused to let anyone think of him as weak, even though the words that assured him he was strong. Hisoka felt worse because he always accepted those kinds of comforting words when you're breaking down.

It always works that way. Usually, no one will tell you something negative toward you when you're breaking down into a sobbing child.

"I really think we've been thinking too much," Hisoka muttered angrily, crossing his arms and facing Tsuzuki. "Let's just…forget everything now."

"We can't do that, Hisoka. I know you're afraid, you don't need to hide it from me, and you know that," spoke Tsuzuki in a serious tone, standing up with a hand on his hip.

Hisoka made a strange rankled sound. Just as he was making a remark to protest, Tsuzuki's cell phone began ringing loudly.

"That's strange," said Tsuzuki. "No one should be calling." He made a small jog toward the room and began fumbling through his blue bag, trashing things out creating a mess.

His partner came in and leaned against the doorframe, arms still crossed. He watched Tsuzuki finally locate his phone and used his thumb to switch it on. "Tsuzuki here."

Hisoka heard the distant mumbling and chatting of a low voice, most likely a man.

With eyes wide, Tsuzuki began speaking all at once. "Tatsumi! What's going on? Why are you calling during HISOKA'S and MY vacation? Oh, dear! I never sent word about what's been going on! You remember those cases wh-oooohh. You know, okay, but…Oh…All right, hold on."

Hisoka was surprised when Tsuzuki stretched out his arm and handed the phone at him. For a moment, Hisoka stared at it as if though never seeing a thing like it before. Though Tsuzuki's wrist flicking in an indication to grab it snapped him back into thought. He picked it up and placed it near his right ear.

"Tatsumi-san," he whispered. "Yes, I have it. Watari-san told me to bring it just in case. Ah, yes, give me a second then."

He placed the phone on a desk table and went to grab one of his larger bags in the closet with dark coated wood. He zipped the bag open and searched inside, Unlike Tsuzuki, Hisoka's approach was much easier, remember where you put your materials. It took less than ten seconds for him to find what he needed.

"Hisoka, what does Tatsumi want?"

Hisoka grunted shoving other items out of the way and pulled out what appeared to be a small electric box. Almost like a square CD player that some people were carrying around.

"Tatsumi-san wants us to see some files. Watari-san gave me this before we left, for emergencies. It's a device that let's us see them from where they are. It's something…like a miniature computer without the keyboard and instead, a with touch screen. He's hoping it would work. Here…"

He placed it on the desk table and took the phone into his hand once more. "What do I press to activate it? Ah…No…I see a blue, red, and a dark one with a smaller circle inside. It's not there…No, I'm sure. WATARI-SAN THERE'S NO YELLOW BUTTON!"

Tsuzuki sighed deeply and snatched the phone away and heard the whining of a hurt Watari on the other side. "Watari, yo. What do we press? Yellow? No, it's not there. Hmm, no. Maybe. You should pay more attention next time. No, not that either. On the right…With the circle on it? Okay." He paused looking pointedly at Hisoka. "Try the dark one with the circle."

"All right." Hisoka's index finger pressed softly on the button and the machine began making a wheezing sound. For a moment it was thought that Watari had failed at one of his inventions, until the sound began growing louder.

A tiny button flashed a bright color, perhaps yellow and white at one, and shot a beam out. The beam bounced onto the wall, allowing a rectangular shape to grow. After a few buzzing sounds and the screen switching colors, Tatsumi, Watari, and 003 appeared.

"Oh, It work! I can see them! Aren't I wonderful Tatsumi?" asked Watari, smiling at his brilliant accomplishment. He was tugging at Tatsumi's dark jacket, obviously wanting Tatsumi to praise him, just as 003 was doing, hooting thoughtfully.

Tatsumi's eyes narrowed. He shook the man's groping hands off his right arm. "Yes, yes," he slightly agreed, "But can they hear or see us?"

"We can see and hear you, Tatsumi-san," said Hisoka, standing by Tsuzuki's side. It was rather easy to see everything due to the large space on the wall that wasn't decorated by any burials or paintings.

Watari and Tatsumi stopped and turn their heads at the two, eyebrows raised.

"See! I'm a genius! It worked!" squealed Watari now patting 003 kindly and praising himself. "I'm calling it…MonoCom-kun!"

"…Watari," began Tatsumi, his eyes shut tightly, trying to control the crazy urge to smack Watari. "Let's move on."

Watari grinned. "Oh, yes!"

Adjusting his glasses and leaning over to pick up a file, Tatsumi began. "It seems that case that was apparently canceled and given to a much more resourceful group since it no longer concerned Japan's areas, was given up on. We were told that the disappearances had ceased and those that were missing were long gone."

"Any dead?" asked Tsuzuki.

The man shook his head. "Not unless there was something else going on that would not allow them to show appear in the book. But, we highly doubt that since we've received this," he held up the file with a numerous amount of sheets in it. "This was sent in by Zenshin-kun."

Hisoka's eyes grew instantly. He hadn't recalled them making plans to send files to anyone. Especially, someone they don't know. Or…Did they know Tatsumi? "How did he…I mean…Do you…"

"We've met during that particular case, Kurosaki-kun," assured Tatsumi, beginning to scan through the files. In the background, Watari was still cheering with 003. "According to this, Rosa, as she goes by, is the one behind all. And so an on so forth. I won't bother with details you know."

"You called just to tell us that?" Tsuzuki said with a hint of amusement and displeasure.

Tatsumi lifted his head up and gave Tsuzuki a look that made the man cringe and whimper, hiding behind his sighing partner. There was no helping it.

"Don't interrupt, Tsuzuki-san. I'm not finished. I'm afraid to disappoint you two, but the case is back on," construed Tatsumi setting the file down and gathering a few sheets together from a separate file.

Tsuzuki broke into tears crying out in alarm, "What! This is VACATION TIME for Hisoka and me! I…"

"Don't think I haven't taken that into consideration, Tsuzuki-san," Tatsumi responded quite harshly. "I'm sure you were busy doing…other things that don't concern…mental work."

The pair melted into a pile of crimson. Hisoka coughed and tried to find a distraction, while Tsuzuki could only laugh nervously.

Tatsumi smirked slightly, turning to the red Hisoka. "Konoe is here with the instructions." On queue the older man glided beside Tatsumi, sitting in his chair behind his deck.

"Tsuzuki, Kurosaki-kun. Despite that this is not in your restricted area, those who work for the island have asked us to help. We have chosen you two, because the disappearances that began in Japan were from originally Nagasaki, and because you two are the only ones with the capable resources to do anything," he explained in a hoarse voice.

He eyed the two, who were currently upset about the news. Tsuzuki was fidgeting unusually more than usual.

"I still think it's unfair," he pouted, putting his head low in depressive manner.

Konoe rolled his eyes. The spot was brought back to Tatsumi who went closer to the screen and tapped a few things around the border of the screen.

"I'm sending updated files that were collected by a few spies working for Jamaica, and specific ones for your area at the 'Sunset Beach Resort and Spa'. These files include the main leaders and partial info on their background. They are recent photographs, and do not have any misleading ideas. I mean, as in James, with his abilities, one could mistake one mask for his real appearance. We have his true identity on one of the photographs. However, Kurosaki-kun, I want you to study it to make sure you memorize his face by heart, understood? I was told that you had a recent encounter with him. Now, I'm also sending in some information on each person."

The boy nodded, understanding perfectly what Tatsumi meant. Beside him, Tsuzuki was still not gripping tightly on any details. He was beginning to get really hungry and the lecture was boring him.

"Now," Tatsumi said, breaking Tsuzuki's train of sweets parading through his mind. "Press the red button. According to Watari, it will print the files...somehow."

Hisoka did just that, assuming the files would appear from a thing slip on one of the sides of the box, and waited while Tatsumi continued.

"Good. Now, new updated information. We've heard the attack is in…Five days now," he flipped through some papers, lifting out one of them and studying it. "There will be an army, from what we've gathered, of unknown things. Humans, creatures, we can't tell. What we do know, is that the attack will be beginning at 'Enchanted Springs'. It's the biggest attraction around there and makes a good front door to enter. It is held once every three years. It begins in the are where the restaurant 'Taco…Pescado', and continues throughout out Jamaica's area.

"At 12 midnight, we need preparations in order. Tsuzuki-san, have at least two of your Shikis at all times the day before that," Tatsumi stared into Tsuzuki's eyes.

Tsuzuki whistled and placed his hands on his hips again, making a rather cute pose. "Must be big if you want two at all times."

"Tsuzuki-san, this will be bigger than ever. Maybe bigger than your…previous attack."

Tsuzuki nodded in understanding, unlike his partner, who seemed to not care much actually or was too tired to. He recalled when Hisoka had lost his memory after what would have been heir to the Kyomeito throne had gone insane. The thought that it could be bigger than that attack was horrific.

"Kurosaki-kun, your assignment will be very important. We need you to stake out any unusual conditions in the next five days. Also, have one of Tsuzuki's Shiki with you at all times as well. Be prepared to be worn out and be healthy that day. If something goes wrong, you'll need as many shields as possible. And if you're exhausted that day, you'll be easy prey. We can't accept that. Your recovery ability is essential."

Hisoka nodded mutely, listening closely. "What else?" He could still hear the files beside him printing madly.

Tatsumi sighed, slightly tired form talking much, and took out another sheet of paper. Before he could speak, Watari bounded in before him, shoving him aside.

"Yo bon! There's more. Zenshin will be using some antique…err…things, whatever they were, to help out. He's experienced with magic and such and will be a great help that day. His brother will be your guardian as well. We want to make sure you each have two guardians in order to stay alive!

"Me and Tatsumi will be joining you there A.S.A.P. This case is way too big to have you two handle it alone. This woman is insane, ne?"

"Watari!" shouted Tatsumi; "You're going to confuse them with your unnecessary babbling! Let me continue or I'm going to…"

"Your face will stay that way if you don't smile more, Tatsumi." Watari smiled and waved at Tsuzuki and Hisoka. He wished them luck and sauntered off, shooting a face at Tatsumi.

Konoe groaned and made some excuse about needing tea or whatnot. Only Tatsumi was left standing, and irritated.

He sighed deeply and said, "Well, now that that's taken care of. Let me try to settle your confusion down. Watari was right about us joining you two soon. Hopefully tomorrow if all goes as planned. This is a very unusual case when Shinigamis from other countries help others. Especially, since EnMaChou only consists of areas that rest in Japan while other organizations deal with their own problems all over the world.

"Finishing up, we will explain a little bit more in details when we arrive. Such as, how to deal with those who are immortal and what we need to do with all who are captured. We can't go around killing everyone; that would be highly and obscenely meaningless. Until then, do your tasks, and stay focused." The last statement was directly spat towards Tsuzuki.

"Ah! I will be focused! Sheesh," whined Tsuzuki, crossing his arms and looking away insulted.

"Tatsumi-san," asked Hisoka, suspicion clearly in the air. "How did Zenshin get a hold of you? I did not know the undead could communicate with the dead to pass information. I know for sure that Yukio's alive." Tsuzuki was also amused quickly as he stared up at Tatsumi.

Tatsumi frowned, puzzled at the question. "That's odd, Kurosaki-kun. Yukio's case is very special like a few others, but didn't Zenshin-kun explain what happened to him and his brother? I know he never told his sibling, but not you two?"

"No," both Tsuzuki and Hisoka said in unison.

"Well, he should have. It's the only reason he's able to really help you. He knows how these people work," explained Tatsumi, still fascinated that Zenshin never spoke of what happened to him with one of Rosa's members.

"Tell us what!" demanded Hisoka, patience long gone.

Tatsumi's eyes shot a sympathetic look. To who, no one really knew. But either way, what he said made their throats drop to the pit of their stomachs.

"Zenshin died two years ago."

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If you're still confused, don't be alarmed! So is the author! But in either case, I hope it's beginning to clear up slightly. Again, this DOES take place after Wishing Kokoros. I'm sorry if I said otherwise. I was out of it that day or…something. But, please, do review. I add many twists, yes, but…hopefully it will ALL be cleared up. Also, the area they are in does somehow exist, but restaurants and a few other things will be purely out of imagination. Also, it appears that I was unable to load the correct file for, what I believe was Akusho 2. What Rosa SHOULD have said was "Es el. Su amigo, o koibito, esta aqui tambien."

SPECIAL NOT: After this fic, is the SEQUEAL to Wishing Kokoros. Yes! Many wondered what was going to happen since our evil man was still in existence!