Chapter 4

A wind storm had conjured up in the room but nothing was flying around and no one was clinging to each other for dear life although that's how Hisoka felt at the time. The wind wasn't a physical thing but a spiritual burst of aura, energy, chi; whatever you're fancy. It raced through him like a sub zero wind making his hair stand on end. He was almost certain; by the way Tsuzuki's face projected utter astonishment, that he wasn't the only one who felt it.

It was bazaar; the look that Asai had on her face. Hisoka had trouble figuring out whether it was horror or sadistic pleasure, but maybe he came to the conclusion that she was a sadist because he didn't like her all that much. Hijiri writhed on the cot still clawing at is chest in a battle against his lungs to breathe. His pleading eyes were pouring hot tears against his paling face and faded purple lips.

"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM!? DO SOMETHING!" Hisoka screamed at the woman as he grabbed onto her arm in frustration. It was then that realized that he had forgot to put up his barrier and synchronized with Asai. It was like all the sound around him had been drowned out and the earth had been put on pause, everyone was stuck in their frantic poses but there was one very different feature to the scene; those who were once living were now standing bloody masses of carnage.

His knees felt weak and it felt like someone had stuck their hand inside of his chest and was squeezing on his heart. The boys who had dragged Hijiri down the hall were no longer distinguishable. The skin on one student's face was completely gone only revealing the bloody muscles underneath and flecks of white bone. His eyes were cut out and his throat was completely torn up, you could see the bloody cartilage and bone pressing against the skin. His eyes moved down to realize that his entire chest was torn up exposing the human anatomy as Hisoka never wanted to see it. He tried to focus on the floor in a desperate attempt to get the image out of his head but by the one boy's foot was a shiny maroon line on the floor. Hisoka's eyes automatically followed the streak to the other boy's gapping bloody mass of a stomach; he had been disemboweled, blood and things much thicker oozed inside him. Hisoka's hand immediately covered his mouth trying to hold down a horrific scream but a wetness on his face soon brought rise to unwanted curiosity. He pulled his hand away to see that he too was a gory mass of tissue and blood he then franticly began to look around the room and only saw more carnage when he laid his eyes on Hijiri's completely hollowed out body, it just wouldn't end!

He released his grip on Asai and gave a fatigued scream and ran out of the room. His mind was blurry and all he could sense was the hazy vision of the hall way rushing by him and the sound of his own heart beating a mile a minute. He burst into the bathroom and promptly began to loose everything he had eaten that day, his breathing became slower and he wiped his forehead with his sleeve, he then flushed the toilet and tried to get up but he was too weak to start moving again so he gave a thick exhale and brushed his hands up through his hair. He propped his head up with his hands on his face and he elbows on the toilet seat trying to eradicate his mind of the images he saw. His face was wet this time but it was tears that were sliding around on his skin, not blood. Suddenly the door to the bathroom opened, and the sound of clacking on linoleum entered along with a pair of black shoes and a tail end of a trench coat.

"Hisoka…," a soft concerned voice said, "Are you alright?"

"No…I'm definitely not alright…" Hisoka's voice came out very horse and very tired. He decided to get up and leave the stall he walked a few feet and then collapsed against the wall he was now staring at himself in the mirror. His face was almost yellowish green and his eyes had circles under them. Tsuzuki just stared at the boy as he shut his eyes and brought his knees up to his chest.

"What happened?" Tsuzuki said as he slid down the wall next to Hisoka.

"I…saw something…" he said as slowly as he could, trying not to remember what he saw.

"What?"

"I'm not sure…It was…"pictures began to flood back into his mind; he had to close his eyes and bow his head because the images were just too strong. Tears began to fall again from his already burning eyes the feeling was coming back and it made him shiver he felt his body go weak again and had the urge to lay down on the tile of the floor. Strong hands pulled him over to Tsuzuki and onto his lap so Hisoka was now looking up at the purple eyed man.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't feel like it right now…" He said calmingly.

"Tsu-" Hisoka began but was silenced with a calming hush noise. He wasn't accustomed to sitting with anyone in such a manner but for some reason it had given him a sense of comfort "But I thought you hated me…"

"No…" Tsuzuki said softly as he stroked Hisoka's hair, "I never said that. I said I was worried."

"Oh…" Hisoka said as he began to be pulled into sleep by the gentle movements against his head. He was on the verge of slumber when the petting stopped he realized that Tsuzuki was asleep. He sat up from his spot on Tsuzuki's lap and looked at his sleeping face it looked so pleasant and carefree. That face tempted him so much, there were so many things he could do at that moment that he had wanted to do for such a long time, but didn't because of his own stupid reasons, he was male, forever sixteen, and having feelings for someone significantly older than him, in the eyes of the world, everything about that was wrong. He sighed at the hopelessness of his predicament "Well," he thought "for this brief moment, the world doesn't have to like it." He then closed his eyes and placed a small kiss on Tsuzuki's lips.

TBC….

OH! Its soo fluffy I could shoot myself in the face! I didn't think I was capable of writing such…romantic trash! (You DO know I'm talking about the disemboweled bodies, right?…) Anyways, read and review I need your input on this or I'll most likely never finish it. Gory