Chapter..um, 3, yeah. Woot.

"Tsuzuki! Come look at this! Tsuzuki started from his pacing. It had been what, almost 3 days since Hisoka had been captured, and despite Tsuzuki's racing around Tokyo looking for any links to Muraki, he had found nothing alluding to his whereabouts. His nervousness and desperation had begun to affect even the stoic Tatsumi, who had decided to let Tsuzuki work on this case only.
He ran into Watari's lab, who was gesturing frantically at a TV terminal. Tsuzuki dashed up to the fizzy screen, staring openmouthed at the image of Muraki, who was speaking to a reporter.
".So this "mass panic," as you stated, was due solely to a psychological tendency of people to react subconciously to the emotions of others to a small degree. It culminated, in this case, into a mass hysteria, which has happened before in societies." Muraki grinned at the reporter, apparently pleased with his explanation.
"Thank you, Dr. Muraki." The flaxen haired reporter said, smiling dazzlingly at the camera. "Once again, that was Dr. Muraki, speaking on the incident that affected about 1000 people a day ago. Now we go to weather."
Tsuzuki stared past Watari, apparently thinking hard. Suddenly, he grabbed him, a feverish light in his eyes. "Muraki must know something! Find out everything you can about that incident! I'll go find that reporter!" With that, Tsuzuki flew out of the room, his trench coat flowing behind him. Watari blinked owlishly after him, and then turned to his computer, humming as his fingers flew over the keys.

Tsuzuki ran down the streets of Tokyo, looking for the reporter he had seen on television only a moment ago, or even better, Muraki himself. He jostled several people on the way, who gave him murderous glares, but he didn't stop. Finally, he reached the scenery he had seen on TV-but too late, it seemed. All he saw were the signs of daily life, and not even a news van for his trouble. He sighed, frustrated. How long had it taken him to get here? Surely not that long..He renewed his determination, scanning the streets for any sign of Muraki, hoping beyond hope that the sadistic man would pull one of his taunts and come after him personally. It had been far too long since he had seen Hisoka, and even if Muraki wouldn't tell him where he was, at least he could verify if Hisoka was still alive. As the minutes passed, however, and he found no sign, Tsuzuki's hopes began to flag. Muraki could not be found if he did not want to be, and it appeared as if he did not wish to, this time.
The beeping of his cellular phone snapped him out of his momentary despair. He grabbed it, wishing fervently that it was Muraki, or better, Hisoka, telling him that he was okay.
To his disappointment, it was Watari's voice who greeted him over the phone, but Watari's message rekindled his hope.
"Tsuzuki! Come back to my lab, right now! I think I've found something!"

Watari waited patiently for Tsuzuki after he hung up the phone, reviewing the data he had found. If this was true, it would lead to Muraki.but how had the man been able to do something like this to so many people? Muraki never ceased to amaze him, and it annoyed him slightly, that someone of his scientific prowess could be outthought by a mortal doctor.
The door banging brought him to attention, and he looked over at a panting Tsuzuki. "What is it? Did you find him?" Tsuzuki did not specify who "him" was, but Watari understood nonetheless.
"Look at this. I found out a lot about that "mass hysteria" he spoke about, and it acted much like a wave spreading in a circle, affecting people after a certain amount of time. The farther away they were, the more time it took to affect them." He paused, caught up in his own calculations and pleasure that he could help. "So, if you measure the amount of time it took to affect people, you can find the speed of this "wave" and by comparing it to the location of the first case, I can limit it's origin to.." His fingers flew over the keys. "..This building." The image popped up on the computer's screen, an old, dilapidated building in the center of what looked to be a very poor district. "If he's anywhere in Tokyo, he'll be there."
Tsuzuki studied the picture, and the map around it, before squeezing Watari in a back-breaking hug. "Thank you, thank you thank you! I'm going to find him!" With that, he ran out of the room for the second time that day, leaving a befuddled Watari calling after him.
"Wait! You should bring someone to help.." But Tsuzuki was already gone.

Hisoka groaned. It had been at least a day since Muraki had last spoke to him, or at least, that's what it felt like. Muraki had been cruel in experimenting with his new technique, doing everything save killing him to test its limits. Focusing it, expanding it, until Hisoka lost consciousness from exhaustion, Muraki had pushed him to his limits, and Hisoka hated him all the more for it. Muraki forced him to use his power in new, strange ways, and then he acted so sickeningly sweet when Hisoka finally accomplished something new, as if he was his pet and was doing it by choice.Hisoka always felt disgusted with himself afterward, berating himself that he should be stronger, that he shouldn't let Muraki abuse him this way. He had tried, countless times, to use his technique on Muraki, focusing it as well as he could, but Muraki failed to respond. Maybe it was useless, or maybe Muraki had some sort of power over its effects.Hisoka didn't know, and didn't care. He wouldn't stop trying. He was bound to catch him off guard eventually, and when he did, he would kill him with it if he could. How ironic that would be.
His vision blurred with weakness and fatigue, and he felt dizzy. The pain from Muraki's last beating had faded, but fatigue was not something a Shinigami could escape. He felt incredibly thirsty, but he would not lower himself by calling out for Muraki to help him.screaming for anyone else would be useless, he had tried, and had only gotten punished for it.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps, and his heart began to race, pounding in his ears. Muraki must have returned, and Hisoka began to focus, reaching out. He lacked the finesse that he had when Muraki forced him to concentrate under punishment of a beating or worse, but he didn't care. It was focus he needed. He heard the footsteps pick up their pace, and Muraki said something, but Hisoka didn't hear what. He lashed out; using every negative emotion he had against his enemy. He heard a scream, and a cruel satisfaction flickered in his emotions before he put it behind a barrier, focusing his pain and torment into Muraki. Finally, he had him! The knowledge of the power he had finally occurred to him, and he tightened his focus, dredging up long forgotten tortures of his past to use. He could kill him, he thought; He remembered what it was like to die, the pain Muraki had put him through, and used that as well, praying that Muraki would succumb to the experience itself.
"Hisoka! Please...stop."
Hisoka froze, his torrent of emotions frozen as well as the voice cut through his concentration, fighting against the dizziness that assailed him. He looked down at the person he had been torturing as he slumped against the wall where Hisoka was bound, unconscious.
It had not been Muraki. It was Tsuzuki.
Then he heard Muraki, the real Muraki. Laughing. "Oh, you are such a good student!" He grinned at Hisoka's horrified expression, picking up the limp Tsuzuki, and then walked out of the room. Hisoka screamed.
Oh god, what had he done? He wanted to die, he had hurt Tsuzuki, and then he had gloried in it! It didn't occur to him to remember that he had thought it was Muraki; Tsuzuki had felt his pain, he had made him feel everything he had been through, and he had wanted to kill him. Tsuzuki thought he had wanted to kill him! He sobbed, fighting against his bonds in vain once more, struggling so hard that he cut his skin against them. He had to fix it.He screamed, hoping that Tsuzuki would hear him, and screamed when he remembered that he very well could have killed him. No, he had to be alive.He had to be!
"Tsuzuki!" He screamed his name over and over, until his exhaustion overcame him.

Okay, end of chapter 3. Just thought I'd mention that the way Watari finds out the building where Hisoka is is the same way people find the epicenters of earthquakes. Pretty neat, huh? Anyhoo, hope you're enjoying the story so far. The next chapter might be the last, I'm not sure.