"Ah, Tsuzuki-san, I must ask you…did you miss me?" Muraki smirked as he drew Tsuzuki's body closer to his own.
"Bastard! You should be dead!" Tsuzuki managed to grind out between clenched teeth.
"Should be, yet obviously not." The madman chuckled in return as he moved his mouth to Tsuzuki's neck, holding the shinigami's hands firmly to the small of his own back so that he could not struggle free.
"What do you want from me, Muraki?! Saki is destroyed…you don't need me anymore. Please…please stop." Tears began welling up in Tsuzuki's eyes as he pleaded for his freedom. Muraki pulled his face back to look at Tsuzuki as he seemed to ponder this.
"You are right in the statement that I don't need you, however, I do want you, Tsuzuki-san, very much so, and nothing you say or do will ever change that. This time you will be mine forever." In a flash of white light, Muraki disappeared from the room with Tsuzuki in his arms, leaving a single bouquet of roses behind as a final farewell gift to his doll, whenever the boy should return.
***
Hisoka sat motionless as he stared into Watari's amber eyes.
"So…you really feel that way, huh bon?" Watari grinned mischievously.
"Yes, I do, but I don't want to just say it and sit there looking stupid. I want to…to show him, somehow." The empathy crossed his arms and fidgeted about uncomfortably.
"Well, show him then!"
"I don't know how!" Hisoka shouted, exasperated.
The two shinigami sat in silence for several moments.
"Watari-san…I want you to teach me." A pale pink took hold of Hisoka's cheeks.
"Teach you what, bon?" the scientist was obviously puzzled.
"You know! Teach me how to…you know…kiss, touch, make love. All the stuff couples do right? You are a doctor and all." By this point Hisoka had worked his nerves to a fever pitch.
"Well, yes, I am a doctor, but those are things you have to learn from experience. I mean, you can't just read a book and expect to learn how bon." Watari spoke matter of factly, holding his chin in the palm of his hand.
"Then just show me or something!" the boy spat.
"I can't do that!" Watari panicked, not sure how he should respond to such a request, yet wanting very badly to do as the boy asked, even if only for demonstrative purposes.
"Umm…Watari-san…that wasn't what I meant. Honestly, sometimes you're as dense as Tsuzuki. Isn't there any advice you can give?" Hisoka was becoming slightly irritated by the whole situation. He probably should have never come to Watari for help. The GuShoShin would have probably been of more assistance.
"Look, never mind I even asked." The boy spoke up before Watari could even open his mouth.
"Tsuzuki is probably worried sick wondering where I'm at. I'll just…I don't know. It doesn't matter. See you tomorrow." With a slight wave goodbye, Hisoka promptly headed home, regretting that he had even brought up the issue. Honestly, he was becoming too emotional and open as of late.
***
When Tsuzuki came to, he realized that he was no longer in a familiar place, nor was he in familiar clothing. He was wearing a dealer's suit, just like the one he wore as a disguise on the Queen Camellia. As he looked around the room, he took in the fine furnishings. It was obviously a bedroom, obviously because it was a very large bed he was tied to. The events that led to him being here played over and over in his mind as he wondered where Muraki was and what the sick man planned to do to him. Tears welled up once more as he began to struggle against the tethers holding him firmly to the mattress.
"Muraki!!" he screamed, thrashing about like a captured animal. "Muraki!! Bastard!!!"
"Such behavior is not called for, Tsuzuki-san." Muraki came in from a door just out of Tsuzuki's line of vision carrying a bottle of wine and pulling a room service cart of food behind him. "Now, would you care to have dinner with me, Tsuzuki-san?"
