12.07.03

It's like 12:00 pm right now, and I'm half dead, so if this doesn't come out right well, you'll all know why. I may stop through this again and correct any messed up sentences that I accidentally over looked; anyways I feel this may be an enjoyable chapter, so tell me what you think.

The hotel room was dry and welcoming when they entered, the cleaning lady was nice enough to clean up the mess in the bathroom with out question. Tsuzuki hung his coat over the bar that was meant to hold up a shower curtain, they had been completely soaked by the time they return due to the never ending rain.

Tsuzuki flopped down on one of the twin beds and let out a miserable sigh while massaging his temples, he was trying to focus on forgetting the night had ever happened and get some sleep. His eye lids began to get heavy after a while and for what seemed like only a second, he began to drift off in to a blank sleep devoid of dreams, he awoke to a weight sitting on the bed next to him.

"Hisoka," he said with a half smile on his face, despite his fatigue Hisoka could tell it was genuine, however pleased it made Hisoka he couldn't hide his concern, "How long was I asleep?" He asked as he slowly sat up.

"About an hour, Tatsumi and Watari are on the phone," He said as he handed the hotel phone to him, "I've already talked to them but its best they explain things to you."

Tsuzuki just complied silently and took the phone, "Hello?" he said groggily.

"Tsuzuki, its Tatsumi. Hisoka and Watari have informed me on the situation and Asai. The GuShoShin looked her up based on the information we got, and found a record of death. But her name isn't Asai Oki, its Asai Nami.

"Nami? What?" Confusion didn't hide from his voice.

"Yes, her real name is Asai Nami; when we looked up Asai Oki we only found her deceased older sister."

"She took on her sister's identity…so her planning must be a lot deeper than we thought, she knew that if any suspicions rose we'd check the data base. So she is targeting us for some reason."

"But there's more, the real Asai Oki died from an unknown illness, three months before her wedding…"

"Murder?"

"It makes sense since Nami was having an affair with Oki's fiancé. I guess Nami felt that when her lover refused to break off the engagement she would break it off herself, thus poisoning her sister and eliminating the problem."

"Does it say how she poisoned her?"

"No, but considering the time period I'm guessing herbs…no doubt some form of witchcraft seeing as her family was from a long line of village mystics and clairvoyants. Speaking of which, her grandmother was quite psychic, it may have some ties to Nami's death since the grandmother was the one who killed her."

"How?"

"She pushed her off a cliff."

"I guess that's why she's still around she led and unclean life and met and unclean death."

"And now because of her age and her threat to the mortal world, she's been classified as a demon."

"Her age? Why her age?"

"She's almost a thousand years old. Most spirits are found by shinigami or just go insane and wander the world confused. However in her case, she's been able to fight the shinigami off and maintain her mind through her magic."

"Jesus," Tsuzuki breathed, "So why is she going after people in the school? And exactly how is she doing it all?"

"I'm not sure how she's doing it but she's feeding of peoples' pain, Hijiri's school had a high suiside rate so she took advantage of it."

"Maybe not as many people died as she hoped…"

"What?" Tatsumi asked.

"When I went to the school," He paused to take a moment to breathe before continuing, "The entire foyer was covered with dismembered and mutilated bodies."

"Jesus…how many were there?"

"Too many to count, that's all I know…"

Some key board clicking was heard over the phone, some small murmurs and then silence.

"What's going on?" Tsuzuki asked.

"We just checked the new death report for that section… it says… that 59 students were killed; one among them was Minase Hijiri…"

Tsuzuki stopped for a moment and gave some heavy sighs trying to keep his composure.

"What?! How?! He was in the hospital! That doesn't make sense!" Tsuzuki was silent for a long time until Tatsumi spoke up.

"I'm so sorry, Tsuzuki…"

"T-Tatsumi, I have a lot more to ask you but, can I call you back tomorrow?"

"Sure...it's late anyways and you should probably get some sleep."

"Thank you. Bye." Tsuzuki hung up the phone and just sat holding his head in his hands.

Hisoka stood bewildered at Tsuzuki's sudden devastated demeanor.

"What's wrong?" Hisoka asked.

"Nothing…I just need some sleep." Tsuzuki said still fighting tears.

Hisoka didn't want to pry so he let him get away with his "it's nothing", "Well, at least change into dry clothes…"

"I will in a minute…I just need to sit for a second…"

"Alright…I'm going to go change. I'll be right back." Hisoka said as he gathered up some dry clothes to take into the bathroom and closed the door.

"I hope nothing happens again…I can't take this anymore, its too much stress…I don't think Tsuzuki can take anymore either. He looks so terrible..." Hisoka thought as he changed his clothes. Although it seemed like Asai would leave them be for a while he still felt nervous like she was lurking in every shadow.

"Damn it, If I'm afraid of her then she's winning..." He wanted to smack himself, but he knew he was going to have that fear with him for at least a little while; he had every right to be shaken by what she did. After all, it's not everyday that you have some crazy woman stake your body to a statue.

He took his wet clothes and hung them over a towel rack, and headed to bed but as he pushed the door open he was caught like a deer the head lights. He gave a small gasp and his legs felt weak; a steady white knuckled grip on the doorframe kept the boy upright as he watched Tsuzuki stand with his back to him as he moved too pick a dry shirt off the bed. Hisoka was mesmerized by muscles and bones twisting and turning underneath the man's flawless skin. Hisoka had no idea that the man affected him like that; every inch of him had filled with complete lust. Tsuzuki slid the shirt over himself and turned around a little shocked to see Hisoka standing there.

"What? Is there something wrong?"

"Uh…no…it's just…you look a little skinnier than usual, are you sick or something?" Hisoka was secretly cheering for his good save.

"No. Not really, I've been ok. A little exhausted, a little stressed…that's all, nothing big…"

"Oh. Well I hope you get some sleep." Hisoka quickly moved to his bed before Tsuzuki noticed the blush creeping across his skin. Tsuzuki got into bed; his back facing Hisoka, he reached for the light and turned it off. Despite how tired he was, Hisoka couldn't help but lie awake waiting for something bad to happen, he figured it was better to be paranoid than to be caught by surprise and left off guard. It was a little silent for a while when he heard it, it wasn't the first time, but the sobs coming from Tsuzuki startled him a bit.

Hisoka got up and sat down on Tsuzuki's bed side, "What's wrong?" he asked softy.

"Nothing…"

"Your not telling the truth..."

"Hijiri…" He whispered. The one word sent an ache in Hisoka's heart; he lay down silently next to Tsuzuki, the warmth of his back through his shirt called to Hisoka making him press his own back against him. Tsuzuki just made a small shutter and silently welcomed the company.

"What about him?"

"He died."

"And you're sad about that?"

"Yes."

"Why? You can still see him again…"

"I know, but he can't live life as it was meant to be lived…I took that away from him…as well as the other students that were killed tonight."

"You didn't take anything away from them, it was out of your hands and Hijiri was going to die eventually."

"I don't think I can tell myself that."

"You'll never let these things go, will you?"

"What?" Tsuzuki said turning a little towards Hisoka.

"You've been like this for years, blaming yourself and beating yourself up for things you can't control," He paused for a moment in thought, "…but I can't blame you for continuing on, no one bothered to help you forget…no one bothered to ease your mind or your pain…"

Tsuzuki lay silently listening to the boy talk, his tears were gone now and he found some comfort in the soft voice next to him.

"You feel alone and you want something to hold onto…so you hold onto memories of people who had no significance in you life; you keep them around to fill in what you lack. You hold their lives in your heart because you long for the one you never had." Hisoka rolled over and pushed Tsuzuki's upper body to the bed.

"If you need help to live again, let someone who loves you be the one to do it…" He drew the indigo eyed man closer and kissed him softly, "Let me be the one to do it…"

Tsuzuki put his arms around Hisoka and brought him down again to kiss him but the boy wouldn't let the kisses stop there, he planted them up and down his jaw and along his neck. He found Tsuzuki's erogenous spot to be between his jawbone and his ear and licked at it making his back twist and wind. His mouth moved from his neck and went lower on him making his shirt an unwanted obstacle, "Take it off." Hisoka groaned a whisper as he tugged at it.

"How far are you going to take this?" Tsuzuki asked between breathes; he didn't realize that his body was moving on its own as he took his shirt off.

"As far as we want to…this involves us both, but if you don't want to you can always tell me to stop." Hisoka said before he locked his mouth onto his chest; Tsuzuki arched his back and gave out a whimper as a tongue circled around one of his nipples; his heart beat wildly under the heat "I don't…Hisoka…Ah.." he moaned then suddenly a hand slid down on his body and under his pants, it grabbed at his erection and made him gasp loudly.

"Uh." Tsuzuki said in a panicked tone.

"What?" Hisoka said; looking up from what he was doing.

"I don't think I can do this."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"I don't know how to do this sort of …thing…"

"You mean you've never made-"

"No." Tsuzuki said softly looking away.

This came a as a shock to Hisoka but it did make sense. Tsuzuki had been in a mental hospital for most of his short life as an adult, not to mention he was outcast by everyone he knew, so how could he find someone to love him?

"I can understand why during your life, but why not after?"

"I don't know…I just wasn't interested or concerned with it until just recently…but…" He paused for a moment and just let out a frustrated sigh, his body was screaming "yes!" but his mind wasn't, "I just don't understand myself."

Hisoka lay quietly in the dark, his head resting on the violet eyed man's chest. He noticed that Tsuzuki's heart beat had calmed from its previous alert state and he assumed that the rest of his body was the same, so he moved up and gave Tsuzuki a small kiss on the forehead and returned to his spot on his chest.

"It's ok…I'll wait for you when you're ready…"

"I'm sorry…"

"It's fine, get some sleep…"

T.B.C….

R&R