This ones a kinda long chapter, I actually was going to write more in this one but I thought it would be too much. Also there are alot of "..."'s in Hisoka's speech I just wanted to make it sound like he was really struggling with words because he was sick and also very pissed. Anyways, enjoy.

Chapter: 9

"Oh God…where…am I?" Hisoka struggled out. He moved his hand up to his forehead to try and ease a headache that was slamming on his skull but there were hands already there. "Hands?" He opened his eyes and saw his familiar brunette haired friend looking down, his eye brows arched in sadness and worry.

"You said you wanted to go home but I couldn't bring you there, so I thought that a hotel would be the next best thing." He picked up a wet cloth from a green ceramic bowel next to him; he put the wet fabric on the boy's head.

The wet cloth was refreshing against his skin but the coolness brought him slightly back to reality. He remembered after Asai attacked him she disappeared and he was crawling to the door to get Tsuzuki but found him on the floor with Hijiri on top of him; the thought made his stomach churl.

"Leave me…alone..." The boy said as he rolled over on his side; his back to Tsuzuki. It hurt him to push him away but he didn't want to be around him, it was too painful.

"I'm sorry but I can't." Tsuzuki said softly.

Hisoka sighed and just lay silent for a while, he wasn't in the mood to argue he just wanted to rest. He sat in a half asleep half awake state and just stared at the wall, there was a painting by what looked like Vincent Van Gogh's work; crows flew over a wheat field in the dead of night; the wheat field was divided by three roads running through it. He thought it would have made a nice conversation piece given he had the strength and desire to talk. Suddenly a cool hand rolled him onto his back, Tsuzuki was leaning over the side of the bed; his elbows on either side of the boy. He pulled a thermometer out of a blue plastic case; he gently opened Hisoka's mouth and stuck it under his tongue.

"Sixty seconds?" He asked Hisoka, who just nodded. Tsuzuki had never really been sick before due to his regeneration ability, so taking care of sickly people was new to him. He felt bad though, he was sure that after a life of being deathly ill, Hisoka would be reliving some unpleasant memories.

Sixty seconds was up and Tsuzuki took the thermometer out he glanced at it a bit and his eyes widened with shock, "Hisoka…your temperature is 106! I mean…there aren't any more numbers on the thermometer so it could be higher!"

"Oh…just let me die…" Hisoka moaned out. But Tsuzuki wasn't listening he was too busy moving about the room and running in and out of the bathroom. He came back out and sat beside him on the bed he then began to unbutton Hisoka's shirt, but a hand whipped up and slapped him in the face.

"Don't…Don't touch me!" He screamed. He used all his energy to roll of the bed and scramble to the other side of the room, that alone made him feel weak enough to pass out.

"You have to get undressed otherwise you're going to die again!" Tsuzuki said urgently, It sounded funny to him to add 'again' after that sentence but it was the truth..

"I…I don't care! Death is…nothing as long…as...you…you don't touch me!"

"I'm sorry if this is about Hijiri…but why does it bother you so much?"

Hisoka jumped to his feet, "Are you…blind?! Have you…no idea why I avoided you after… Kyoto ?" His voice was growing weaker and weaker with each word and soon he had no energy to stand anymore so he slid down the wall to the floor. Tsuzuki got off the bed and rushed over to Hisoka, he tried to pick him up but the protest was too much for him so he left the boy in the corner and just sat with him.

"Hisoka," Tsuzuki began "I had no idea…I was sure that you had said those things in Kyoto just to keep me from killing myself."

Energy came to Hisoka again, "I did! Can't you put… the pieces together!? I didn't want you to die! And why didn't I want you to die? I didn't... want you too because…because I love you!"

Silence passed between the two. Tsuzuki hated to think it, but he was in shock. He always dreamt about those feelings but he never once ever heard the words spoken to him.

"…I'm sorry about Hijiri, I didn't mean to-"

"Didn't…mean to? How can…can you say that?" Hisoka got up again and walked to the other side of the room, tears were streaming down his face, "He was kissing you…and…and you…let him! If you hadn't of stopped you would …would have…ended up fucking him! I don't know if I can…forget this…"

Hisoka stopped walking as if in thought. He stood there for a moment and abruptly fell to the floor like a limp rag doll.

"...I'm…ok…" Hisoka breathed out as he tried to get up again.

"Jesus, Hisoka!" Tsuzuki said as he ran to him, he felt his skin and it was hotter that it was before, he picked him up and put him on the bed. "Forgive me." He said as he immediately began taking the blonde's shirt off again, white scars lined his chest like a maze the image of them made Tsuzuki flinch. He brought him to the bathroom and placed him in the bath tub full of ice cubes that he had filled up earlier.

Hisoka sat in the tub and made small whimpering noises and shivered uncontrollably. Tsuzuki sat beside the tub and rested his head on the edge, he watched in concern for his friend and wondered what he could have done to make his fever go down, he wondered if he should have taken his pants off as well but he didn't think that he could have gotten away with that. He took a washcloth that was hanging from the towel rack dipped it in the water and rubbed the ice water on Hisoka's face and chest. His tired half lidded green eyes just watched tentatively as his friend tended to his burning skin. His anger was still present but his body didn't care and it was very obvious, he was surprised that Tsuzuki didn't notice or at least if he did he pretended not to.

"I'm sorry…" Tsuzuki broke the silence as he sponged Hisoka down, "I got pulled into the situation with Hijiri on accident. When he hugged me I couldn't help it… he reminded me of you. The moment was so much like the one in Kyoto … days after it happened I realized there was so much that I wanted to do with you. I was thinking if I could relive the moment and say the things I wanted to say then, we wouldn't be having any of these problems…" He stopped for a moment and looked into the water and watched the ice melt away slowly, "…with Hijiri… I realized after he got me on the ground that it wasn't you so I stopped…It was an accident…I don't blame you if you don't believe me but for what its worth I'm sorry…"

"If it… was me you… would have kept going?" Hisoka asked quietly. Tsuzuki didn't answer he just blushed a deep shade of red and gave a slight breathy chuckle. He felt Hisoka's face and gave frustrated sigh; "This isn't working." he said as he wrung the cloth out and hung it back on the towel rack. Hisoka watched as the amethyst eyed man rubbed his temples searching his mind for other solutions.

"He's trying so hard to help me get better…maybe it really was an accident…" Hisoka thought to himself.

"Wait! I know!" Tsuzuki said energetically, "Isn't Asprin a fever reducer?"

"I…think so."

Tsuzuki opened up the medicine cabinet in hopes he'd find some Asprin but the cabinet was empty. He sighed and closed the cabinet, "I'm going to go down to the lobby and see if they have a shop where I can get some Asprin. Are you going to be ok here on your own?"

Hisoka gave a slight nod and at that Tsuzuki left. The room was almost pure silence after that, the only noise that he could hear was the sound of the water rippling as he shivered. The room was getting colder and the hairs on his arms were beginning to stand on end. The once calm sound of the water was now becoming less and less apparent and were slowly being drowned out by the sounds of people whispering in his head.The sounds spun around him like he was in a tornado people speaking under their breath, cursing him, insulting him, mocking him. He looked frantically around the room looking for the source of the speech but there was nothing, only the sterile white walls and tile of the bathroom and the blinding yellow aura coming from the overhead light.

Tsuzuki made his way up the hallway and to the door of the hotel room, he speedily got the key out and opened the door, "Hisoka, I'm back." he announced as he walked through the room. He stood for a bit at the end of the hallway, a sick feeling began to gather in the pit of his stomach. He approached the bathroom in which the lights had been turned out and appeared as only a black hollow in the hallway. "Hisoka…" he called again fearing he would receive no answer. He felt up the smooth tiled wall to turn the lights on, his trembling fingers brushed against what seemed like a leaf and something smooth. He switched on the light to observe the object; it was a talisman, it had a small green plant with teardrop shaped leaves stuck to what seemed like circular animal skin with beaded outer edges, as his eyes moved downward his heart stopped; short blond hairs were tied to a bloody mirror; a second glance corrected him, the mirror wasn't what was bloody. Tsuzuki abruptly turned around to see the bathtub splattered with crimson streams.

"Oh God…Not again…"

T.B.C

Well I'm sorry if this chapter was a little uneventful, but it was kind of vital to the story line. Anyways tell me what you think.