Ok, chapter six, sorry this one is a tad short. Anyways R&R and don't hold back on the comments. Oh and if you wanna get a hold of me and give and tell me how I'm doing, my screen name for AOL instant messenger is SolarusV50.

Chapter 6

"Tsuzuki! What…" An alarmed Watari said; he rarely saw Tsuzuki in his lab unless the situation was bad, since normally all injuries would heal before they even reached EnmaCho, and by the tired expression and the paling skin, things were defiantly not "honky dory"

He put his glasses on and closed in on Tsuzuki as if he couldn't believe that he standing right in front of him. "Jesus, it looks like you've been hit by a truck, sit down." He grabbed the lavender eyed man's arm and pulled him over to a puke green folding chair.

"It's not as bad as it looks." Tsuzuki said forcing a smile.

"What do you mean, 'not as bad as it looks'? You look like a damn zombie!" He couldn't help laughing at the truth of it; normal phrases on poor health like, you look like death or you're as white as a ghost just couldn't be used on someone who was already dead.

"I'm just a little out of it." Tsuzuki said as he placed his forehead against his laced fingers.

"Yeah, that may be but it's obviously not just nothing since you took the extra effort to come all the way back here. You want me to take a look at you, other wise you would have just gone back to the hotel."

Tsuzuki sighed and gave a weak chuckle, "You found me out."

"So what's the problem?" Watari took a seat in a much nicer chair across from Tsuzuki's nasty green one.

"Well, just a few minutes ago, I was out at a café with Hisoka, we chatted for a while and everything seemed fine until we got up to leave. I got up and went down for my jacket, which was on the back of the chair, when I saw the floor start to spin…and your going to laugh, but my jacket grew arms and legs and started to do a dance," He couldn't help but laugh at how stupid it sounded he could hear the slight chuckle by the equally amused scientist, "and then after that I got really light headed and almost collapsed. Well actually I think I did collapse but Hisoka kept me from falling completely to the floor...but you know, it's all kinda blurred."

Watari leaned back in his fancy chair and he made noise which seemed like a mixture between a sigh and an 'mmmmm' noise.

"Well," he said, "did you drink any amount of alchohol before this? Take any strange drugs, skip any meals?"

"No."

There was silence for a moment; Watari's face was pinched up in strange thinking faces.

"Mm…Have you noticed you have a slow reaction time?"

"Sort of… I don't really know. It's not like I'm running into walls or anything."

"Are you irritable at all, is your quality of work bad," he laughed "well worse than normal?"

"Hey, I'm not that unproductive…"

He chuckled "Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

"Yeah, yeah, I know…" He said with a sigh. "But anyways, I'd have to say yes to everything"

"Well… from what you've told me it sounds like you've got symptoms of insomnia." The scientist said lazily.

"Well I guess that makes sense, I haven't been sleeping well lately."

"So, what do you think is the cause of your lack of sleep? Do you just not feel tired or what?"

"I don't know really."

"Do you have some unresolved problems that need to be taken care of, although, I doubt its work that's bothering you." His eyes became soft.

Silence had killed the conversation and left it dead and bleeding on the floor. He had a pretty good idea of what was getting to him but there was no way he could just bring up Hisoka and not look like a total moron. He could rant on a on about how he's been treated the last few months yet he could also just blather on about that strange animal attraction that tears at his chest when he sees those emerald eyes glance in his direction and how unworthy he is of even that much attention from the boy.

Watari stared at the silent man, his appearance alone wasn't very good but it wasn't his physical state that worried him, it was that monster in the closet that often peered through the key hole, which frightened him. And from the way the ghostly looking Tsuzuki sat silent in the chair in front of him, he felt that maybe the monster was, once again, beginning to pick at the lock which restrained him. Kyoto had been an example of just how dark Tsuzuki could get and no one desired to see that again.

"Well, this is what I'm going to do," Watari jumped up out of his chair and began to rummage through a cabinet, "I'm going to prescribe to you some sleeping pills-"

"Ah, no that's all right I don't need them really-" Tsuzuki said quickly

"Belive me, you do." Watari insisted.

"Well can't I just take some home remedy, like drinking warm fluids or something?"

"Why is this such a big problem for you?"

"I just don't like medication that will have such an- adverse effect on me."

"Adverse? How? You want to sleep don't you?"

"Yes, but I just… I don't feel comfortable taking medications…in the past I've been forced to take things that had unpleasant results and it brings back some painful… thoughts…"

"But, Tsuzuki, you have to trust me this is good for you," he put the bottle of pills in Tsuzuki's hands and gave them a tight reassuring squeeze, "and from what I heard…sleep disorders are nothing new to you..." Tsuzuki pulled his hand away as if he'd been stung.

"I'm sorry, I'm just worried, and as your friend I just don't want to see you revert back to...that state, again…"

Tsuzuki pushed a weak smile onto his face "I understand, if my situation gets bad enough I'll take them." His voice sounded as weak as his smile, he then walked to the door. "Thank you for your help, Watari."

He raced out of the building and threw his back against a Sakura tree and slid down it, his coat catching every so often on the bark. Wet streams glided across his cheeks as he brought his knees up to him, his hands clenching his hair. He didn't need to hear the rest of what Watari had to say. The man was only concerned with his health but in the process he hit too close to home. For a while now he had felt "that state" scratch at his skin and collect like rain in the rough scar tissue on his wrist. The sick sensation had been slithering over his body like a snake for weeks now and made him want to slash, hack, rip at his skin; anything to rid himself of that sensation. It amazed him that he was suppressing these thoughts for as long as he had been, normally he would have snapped by now.

"Oh God, now is not the time for this! I'm more useless to everyone if I continue on like this…" He thought, with a sigh he composed himself and stood up, "I'll have to push my demons aside for now…"

TBC…