This one is really late because I'm a lil depress after the FF.net admin took down my fic -_-;;; well, I know that it was my fault to put the NC-17 fic there, but still T____T Without further ado, this is the 4th part...

standard disclaimer applied
warnings: Muraki x Tsuzuki, dark, supernatural, PG-13
notes: A HUGE thanks to Tiggy for beta effort...!!! ^___^

Daughter of The Darkness
Part 4

Tsuzuki found the hotel where Hisoka and Gushoushin were supposed to wait for him. As he had thought earlier, it was one of the cheapest hotels in town. There's no way that Tatsumi would give them a luxurious place, he sighed.

"Oi, Tsuzuki!" a man with long blond hair chimed to him from behind the laptop as soon as Tsuzuki entered the room. "Hisoka is taking a bath, and Gushoushin..." he gestured towards the bird who seemed to be having a nice nap on the bed, "...well, ya can see for yourself..."

"Watari! I've been waiting for you in the park for the whole day...!!" Tsuzuki rushed to Watari's side and sat next to him, looking at the laptop screen. "How's the investigation of the hair?"

The amber-eyed man shook his head. "No match from any previous cases. But take a look..." He typed some passwords in the keyboard and pushed enter. Data about the hair was displayed on the screen.

Tsuzuki studied the information, frowning slightly, and then asked stupidly. "What is this?"

Watari sweatdropped; shaking his head he pointed to the screen. "This is the data, or at least... a prediction of the owner of the hair. Female, blood type AB."

"Female?!" Tsuzuki's eyes widened. "Is it possible that she was one of Muraki's dolls?!"

Watari blinked. "Eh?"

"I..." Tsuzuki swallowed hard. He wasn't sure he wanted to tell anyone about his little meeting with the mad doctor this afternoon. If Hisoka found out…

He finally told the truth. "I met him today."

"You met Muraki?" It wasn't Watari's voice that asked the question. Tsuzuki turned to see Hisoka standing in front of the bathroom door, eyes glinting with hatred. Hatred for Muraki.

The violet-eyed shinigami cursed himself for saying that out loud. "Yes, I met him, but Watari said..."

"I don't care about that hair! It must've been him! Muraki did all this! Tsuzuki, what did he say to you?!" Hisoka walked towards him; Tsuzuki stood up, taking a step back.

Watari stood up with him, standing between the violet-eyed shinigami and his partner. "Oi, oi, Bon. Calm down. I told ya that the hair didn't belong to Muraki..."

Hisoka tsked, looking away and then flopped himself onto the bed, waking Gushoushin. "He's manipulated so many people in his life, why would this be any different?" His eyes challenged the other two shinigamis.

"Demo, Hisoka..." Tsuzuki sat by his side, touching one trembling shoulder gently. "We can't just jump to conclusions. If he didn't do this..." The violet-eyed shinigami forgot that the slightest contact he made with the empath allowed Hisoka to read his mind. The green eyes widened and he jerked away from his partner abruptly.

"So you did meet him," Hisoka hissed. "...and the girl is?"

Tsuzuki blinked. "She's just a girl who I met today, she got sick and Muraki was there. Well, it was the best choice to make at that time... He's a murderer, but he's also a doctor..." He shrugged and eeped as he received a death glare from his young partner.

"She had silver hair." Hisoka's eyes narrowed. "Long silver hair."

"Masaka?!" Watari jumped, "Do you think she was the murderer?!"

Tsuzuki snarled angrily. "No, she wasn't! She's just six years old or so!"

Gushoushin flew between the men and stopped them from arguing. It worked eventually; five minutes later Hisoka flopped back to the bed, still muttering. Watari sat behind the computer and started browsing, while Tsuzuki decided to read some newspapers looking for news about the serial murders.

"That girl is strangely familiar..." Tsuzuki mumbled under his breath.

Hisoka eyed him curiously. "I don't know whether she's got something to do with the murders, Tsuzuki. But she also had violet eyes, and as far as I know... you're the only one with those kind of eyes..."

Watari and Gushoushin were startled. They turned to the brown-haired shinigami in unison. "She had violet eyes too?" Watari asked in a doubtful tone.

Tsuzuki stood from where he sat, glaring with anger "And you must be thinking something bad about her now, aren't you?! You..." He turned his face away, "...just like all the people who persecuted me just because I have these eyes!"

"Tsuzuki!" Hisoka tried to call him, but it was too late. Tsuzuki ran out through the door and slammed it almost roughly. The young shinigami froze where he stood. He wasn't supposed to say those things... about Tsuzuki's eye color. Yes, it was unnatural, no human in this world had them but Tsuzuki and now that girl…

Hisoka recalled the memories Tsuzuki had about his childhood. About the violet-eyed boy that was bullied by a group of children.

Demon! Murderer!

The color of the darkness… But they were filled with love as they gazed towards him...

Dammit, he had to find him fast.

Hisoka grabbed his coat and ran to follow his partner out, leaving a very stunned Watari and Gushoushin in the room.

* * * * *

Muraki Kazutaka locked the door of his office and walked along the corridor of the hospital. His fellow doctors bowed at him as he passed, as well as the nurses who adored his brilliance and also his good looks. He smiled back at them and decided that it was a nice night to take a walk in the city park before going home. Nobody was waiting for him there anyway but his loyal servant, Sakaki. There might be some messages on his machine from Ukyou, but he could deal with her later, or maybe tomorrow.

It had been a long time since he'd walked alone like this, just to breathe fresh air and enjoy the beauty of the red colored moon in the night sky. It was a perfect night for blood. He shook his head; he really wasn't in the mood for that... maybe old age really was starting to get to him...

His eyes focused through the darkness. He thought he saw someone kneeling behind that tree. A sight that brought old memories into his head. A murderer covered with the victim's blood. A body lay weakly on the ground, back leaning against the tree trunk. Muraki's eyes narrowed as he saw the killer stand up and turn to face him.

"Good evening." It was the voice of a woman that called to him. No, he corrected himself. It was more like a young girl's voice.

She walked from the darkness towards him. Her figure was now lit by the transient beauty of the moon above. Muraki stared at her in disbelief. What a coincidence, his mind added, the girl had long silvery hair and amethyst eyes, just like that little girl from this afternoon. The dress she was wearing was blood crimson in the darkness. Too much coincidence, he noticed.

"Aren't you supposed to kill me, Miss?" A smile played upon the man's lips. "A good murderer never lets an eyewitness get away."

"Ah," The girl chuckled. "Thank you for the tip, then. But why should I kill a murderer just like myself? Ne, sensei?"

The silver-haired man eyed the silver-haired girl with a curious look, trying to find a clue about who she was. "Have we met before? This afternoon perhaps?"

The girl started, but her eyes showed complete confusion. "This afternoon? I don't think so, sensei..."

"But you know who I am?" Muraki lured her into answering his question. The girl just stared at him for a long moment. "You calling me sensei..."

She smiled one familiar smile towards the doctor. "I've known about you since I was carried to this world, sensei." She nodded, "You must've been proud of me, for murdering these people..."

"Why did you kill them?"

The girl gasped playfully, "You're asking me why I'm doing this?" She laughed into the thick air, turning away and lifting her hands. "Because the moon is asking for a sacrifice, sensei... Because the life of humankind is so fragile... because..."

Suddenly, Muraki charged the girl and locked her arms behind her back. The girl didn't struggle, she just kept on smiling coldly, looking at him from the corner of her eyes. Muraki felt no emotion inside the girl from the touch. So dark… He'd never found that kind of darkness inside someone before. Except for Tsuzuki...

"Are you going to kill me, sensei?" the girl asked softly.

"Who are you?" Muraki growled, locking the girl's arms more tightly. "Do tell the truth, little girl."

"I am me." She retorted calmly, "I am myself, nobody owns me. I own myself."

Muraki let her go in the end, letting her rub her hand and then her dress. "I thought that this color would hide the blood stains," she whined as if nothing had happened between her and the doctor. "I hate to have my clothes get dirty..."

"I will find out, whoever you are, ojousan." Muraki finally lifted a smile to the girl, and got a sweet smile as an answer. But he was more than surprised as the girl walked closer to him and held him tightly. Her hands rested on his shoulders, her head on his chest. He could even feel her smile against him.

She lifted her head and stared into his eyes. Muraki gasped as he looked into the depths of the amethyst eyes before him. "You don't have to search so hard, for you already know who I am... Otousama."

"Eh?" Muraki froze on the spot, never noticing as the girl started to draw away and disappeared from his sight in a blink of an eye, leaving him alone without a trace.

He remembered the faint dream he had had. Those happy dreams that always left him with strange feelings that welled up from his heart. He could barely remember what it was about. But he did remember a girl calling for him.

Otousama. That's just what she called him.

No, it couldn't be possible. No such thing had happened. The girl couldn't possibly be his daughter...

* * * * *

"Saki..." The girl appeared behind the masked man and walked closer, eyes looking wary.

Saki turned to her, lifting his hand to reach one cheek, only to have his hand slapped away. "What is it, Himeko? Aren't you supposed to be happy to see one of your fathers?"

Himeko glared at him, violet eyes burning with anger. "That girl showed up this afternoon and she has also met him."

"Oh?" The man turned his back to the girl and continued watching the big mirror before him. "She's not as strong as she thinks, Himeko. I doubt that she will have enough power to resurface the next time."

She started, confused whether she should be happy or sad because of that. "I don't want her to control me... I..." Tears started to crawl down her cheeks and she sobbed, "...please, Saki. Made this pain go away... I can't take it anymore..."

"Soon, princess..." Saki whispered in her ear and helped her to walk to her bed in the corner of the room. "Soon you will feel better..."

She smiled weakly as she lay down on the comfy bed. "Why are you always calling me princess? Is that why you named me Himeko?"

"Because you are the princess of the darkness, Himeko chan..."

Himeko chan...

She closed her eyes, listening for the call. She didn't know when, but someone had called her that way with a soft, loving tone. She really wanted to remember them, her lost memories. Memories that were created by her other self. A part of her that was still waiting for love from her fathers.

Love me.. please love me... Please love me, Otousan... Otousama...

Just take this pain away... Just don't leave me alone...

-tbc-