Disclaimer: I do not own Yami no Matsuei.


Damp blond hair clinging on feverish forehead, the small form on the
infirmary bed whimpers in his sleep. Worried purple eyes seeks out the
comforting presence of his genki friend standing at the foot of the bed,
as if pleading the man to perform a miracle.

"Watari... what's wrong with him?"

Glancing towards the seated man, the blond scientist shrugged
helplessly and brokenly whispered, "I don't know... I can't find anything
physical wrong with him... and it's not the curse..."

//Hisoka!

I was just.... please...

Those children does not want you.

bu but... they smiled at me... please.. may I?

Nobody wants a demon. Nobody wants you. //

"Tsuzuki how is he?", the shadow master quietly asks the huddled
figured seated beside the bed as soon as he enters the infirmary.
Turning his head towards the man silently walking towards him, Tsuzuki
shook his head dejectedly.

"He hasn't woken up since his collapse this morning. Watari can't find
anything physically wrong with him so he went to ask the Goushoshin
for help. He thinks that Hisoka might be drowning from his empathy but
he doesn't know why or how to help him." Teary emerald eyes held
startled brown ones and guilt flashed between them.

"Did you tell him?"

"No. I was meaning to this morning but I can't find the right moment.
Tatsumi, I think I caused his collapse... I was nervous and I guess my
walls crumbled and..." a broken sob choked Tsuzuki.

"Shhhh. It's not your fault..." consoled Tatsumi as he reach for the
sobbing man to pull him for an embrace. Placing a soft kiss on the
messy brown mop of hair, he tightens his arms around the distraught
man and quietly whispers, "Asato, get a hold of yourself."

//Nobody wants me. Tsuzuki does not want me.//



~Owari~