Ok, sorry it took me a while to squeeze this one but a death in my family has kept me from writing. Also, I have been toying at the idea of setting up a little page to accompany this story with illustrations. But I don't know if anyone one would stick around to wait for me to draw them…so…I dunno, tell me if it's a stupid idea or not. And one more tiny note, I'm not sure what type of school Hijiri was at, so I decided to make it a private school where the kids all live on campus. As always R&R.

Chapter 10:

Tsuzuki frantically paced about the room prying his brain for ideas. He had no idea where to look for his partner. There were few places Hisoka would have gone on his own especially in the state he had been left in. He flopped down on the bed and stared blankly into the ceiling praying that an answer would fall from the sky. A slight ringing came from his coat that was laid sloppily out on a chair. He walked to it and pulled the phone from his pocket.

"H-ello?" He said; his voice was shaking and it sounded as if he was whimpering more that talking.

"Tsuzuki its Watari I've just done some research on-"

"Watari Oh my God you gotta' help me! Hisoka's gone missing! I don't know where to look or what to do! I should try to call Asai maybe she knows where he is!" He began to yell frantically, words flew from his mouth a mile a minute so much that the scientist couldn't get a word in.

"Its about Asai I-"

"I don't know what I'm going to do! He's been really sick lately and I don't think he'll live through this if it's anything like what Muraki did to him in the past!"

"Tsuzuki you gotta calm down and listen I-"

"I mean I just left for five minutes and I came back and everything was covered in blood, I gotta call Asai I really need her help my god I don't-"

"Damn it Tsuzuki listen to me! There is no Asai!"

Silence spilled over the phone.

"What? I don't understand…"

"When you told me they assigned someone else instead of me I got suspicious, so I went around and asked people about her, no one knows she exists."

The sound of heavy breathes wavered over the phone.

"Shit…Watari I have to go."

"Wait Tsu-"

Tsuzuki hung up and picked back up and dialed a number he had written down on a wrinkly piece of lined paper. His trembling hands fumbled the phone around as he franticly pushed buttons on the dial pad, sometimes having to hang up and dial again only to accidentally hit the wrong buttons once more.

"I should have listened to you Hisoka, I should have listened. But I'm stupid, stupid, stupid…oh God, if anything happens to you I won't be able to live with myself."

The phone rang only once before it was picked up. A choir of bloody screams flooded the speaker causing Tsuzuki to have to pull he phone away from his ear. It was a collage of high and low voices some shrieking, some moaning, some crying. But amongst the voices no one answered.

"Hello?!" Tsuzuki yelled.

The screams continued their commotion.

"Hello?! Asai?"

"Damn it! Asai! Talk to me!" Suddenly the screams died down to silence and rolling laughter replaced it.

"You bitch! Where's Hisoka!"

The laugher ceased a bit and a familiar rich voice could be heard, "It's a shame you didn't solve the case sooner…No matter, you know where I'm at…" another one of her creepy chuckles slid over his skin. "This will be a fun game."

"Asai! Damn it, stop fucking arou-!" He would have continued but a click rudely signified that the conversation was over.

The humid weather that joined the day had conjured a storm that night. The rain pelted Tsuzuki like small needles falling from the sky as he ran into the night. His destination, he had decided, would be the school although in his heart he dreaded it. The screams echoing through the corridor would have to belong to the students. God only knew what was being done to them to cause such blood curdling screams.

He arrived at the school only to find from the outside that there were no lights on inside the old building, an eerie feeling crept up his spine and made his skin crawl as he climbed the cracked stone steps. He opened one of the heavy wooden doors and felt a sudden cool draft waft from the darkened room; he pushed his damp hair back and continued through the room to find a light switch or a lamp of some sort.

"No doubt Hisoka is here; who ever took him doesn't like to work in the light." Tsuzuki thought as he walked through the foyer. He stopped suddenly when his foot met with something wet and slippery on the ground. He moved backwards a bit to avoid it from seeping into his shoe when something soft and warm brushed against his face leaving a slimy substance on his cheek. Tsuzuki frantically ran from the previous spot to find a light switch he felt the wall and everything above and bellow it searching for something to eliminate the darkness, he had made it nearly half way around the room when his hand met an old switch and he pushed it. The lights around the room turned on and bright sparks flew from the chandelier in the center of the room; smoke soon followed with the smell of burnt flesh.

Tsuzuki's eyes widened and a small helpless squeak left his throat, his legs lost interest in standing and he landed on his knees simply looking up in disbelief and absolute horror. A crimson red puddle he had landed in was slowly being soaked up into his pant legs. Feet dangled over him and limp hands dripped blood from fingertips onto his forehead which soon mixed with tears. The chandelier wasn't too large but large enough to hold four of the students, each with a gold metal branch exiting the front of their lifeless bodies, each one with their own rendition of fear and confusion plastered on their face. The four in the middle were however, center piece to a much grimmer picture; the intestines of many others were strung around the foyer, some were wrapped around the banister to the upstairs like a garland on some sick and twisted holiday. Tsuzuki was too disgusted to care or notice what happened to all the bodies.

Tsuzuki managed to make it too his feet again however his head refused, he stumbled out of the room trying to keep himself from losing his stomach. The next room was as a clean and spotless as it had ever been; he took advantage of a chair set by the window, he sat down and tried to regain his composure by taking deep breaths. The silence in the room was killing him slowly, he wanted to scream or shout anything to rid himself of the rain violently tapping at the glass and sound of his heavy breathing but if he screamed he felt he would breakdown completely.

His wish to break the silence was granted as a cry raged down the hallway and into the room causing Tsuzuki to bolt up and run in its direction.

"HISOKA!" He screamed; praying to God that it was him but also praying that it wasn't.

He swiftly turned a corner and burst out a door into the courtyard. When suddenly he met with piercing blank eyes made of marble. An angel with a sad expression stood on her stone pedestal; her arms were stretched out to her sides and her palms facing upwards as if she was desperately calling to something from above.

"Tsu-" a voice gurgled from the statue.

Tsuzuki stood dumbfounded at first, unsure if the statue was talking to him.

"-zuki" The voice came again but this time was followed by a wet cough. Tsuzuki rushed behind the statue to find Hisoka mimicking the angel's position, only it looked much more painful. He was pinned to the statue with knives that went through his hands and neck; the rain had washed away the blood and sent it to a dark puddle on the ground. His flesh was trying desperately to heal but only achieved to lock the knives in tighter. Green eyes anxiously tore at his partner, screaming for help.

With out words Tsuzuki slowly pulled the knife from the boy's neck trying not to cause anymore damage. Hisoka's eyes widened making up for the screaming his voice could not longer manage. Tsuzuki just looked away trying not to allow those painful eyes to break him. The next to come out were the knives on his hands; they came out easier than the other one but it was evident that the pain was still there by the way Hisoka's body was writhing.

Hisoka slid down from the angel's back and into welcoming arms, he shivered a bit against Tsuzuki who was rocking back and forth chanting: "Thank you god" through a very choked up voice, no doubt the violet eyed man was crying.

"How lovely…" A voice whispered from behind the statue.

Tsuzuki stood up and propped Hisoka up on a stone bench.

"There is always something so attractive about the queer ones…" She said playfully as she appeared from behind the statue, she was soaked in the rain and her clothing clung to her features.

"Get the hell out of here Asai, before I kill you." He warned, the emotion from his voice was gone now and he spoke in monotone.

"What's wrong?" She asked, it was obvious to anyone she was playing dumb to toy with him.

"Die!" He screamed suddenly as he lunged at her with the knife from Hisoka's neck. The blade scraped across the skin on her cheek and she rolled to the side avoided the entire blow to her face. She knelt on the ground her hand overflowing with blood as she covered her wound. Laughter rolled off her throat and she stood up, she held her hand out pushing the shinigami away from her. She slinked up to the statue and wiped the blood from her face onto the angle's forehead. A shadow began to collect at the base of the statue.

"Tell me, Tsuzuki… How old are you exactly? I'm sensing around the hundreds."

"About that."

"I see… so you're just a baby…in this world."

"What? What world?"

"You know, this world of the living dead, the animated, nosferatu whatever the fuck you wanna' call it."

"So…"

"So, I'm guessing you're not old enough to have seen one of these before." She smiled a bit as the shadow on the ground was beginning to take a tangible state.

Tsuzuki just stood in silence as he watched the shadow mix and blend.

"The beauty of a demon instilled with holy powers…a confused raging holy spirit encased in a demonic body. Rarely these types of beasts have a grasp on reality and are eternally in confusion, neither pure good nor pure evil; they must live their lives as the nulls of existence… I created this one with the ashes of a monk and the gallbladder of a black magick witch…"

"Well! Aren't we just a little occult Martha Stewart."

Asai chuckled a bit; his humor in the situation surprised her. "Quite… Anyways, I've been searching for a long time to find one these with the capability of thinking...it's very uncommon…but I may have found one..." Her silver eyes looked up deviously, "Well, you know…perhaps I was wrong; maybe you have seen one of these before, Tsuzuki."

"What?"

"Anyways, I'll chat with you later. I have to tend to this wound." She said; she then disappeared like fog.

"Wait! Get your ass back here!"

The spirit she left behind began to take an indistinguishable form it tossed and turned like a rabid animal and made hideous noises that sounded like metal being ripped and shredded. It pounced on Tsuzuki, tackling him to the ground; ready to do its master's bidding.

T.B.C…

Sorry, this isn't my greatest chapter, I kinda lost hold of my writing towards the end, I'm also sorry the ending isn't quite as suspenseful as the last chapters, I'd continue but I've been writing all morning (plus this chapter is kinda long) and I didn't want to keep people waiting anymore. So I'll get to this sometime this week.