Looking up at the madman standing before him, Tsuzuki nearly retched at the idea of having dinner with him, yet it might be his chance to escape.

"Dinner?" he asked meekly, blushing.

"Hai, Tsuzuki-san….dinner. You are hungry, are you not?" Muraki moved ever closer to the incapacitated shinigami.

"If I eat with you, will you untie me?" Tsuzuki put on his best pitiful puppy face.

"I suppose…but don't think for a minute that I'll be foolish enough to give you a chance to escape. This isn't Kyoto, you know. I hold the knife in this situation." Muraki threatened as he slowly undid the red ribbons that held Tsuzuki.

"Thank you, sensei." Tsuzuki replied, smiling. Muraki merely looked at him thoughtfully in return. It was, of course, unusual for Tsuzuki to address him in such a polite manner…especially after screaming that he was a bastard a moment before.

Shifting slightly on the bed, Tsuzuki looked over to the cart of food, taking in the delicious aroma that it was letting off.

"We have roast veal under glass, potatoes au gratin, vegetable stir fry, and a vintage cabernet wine for the main meal…cherry cheesecake and a light merlot for dessert." Muraki placed the food on the dining table and served them both as Tsuzuki remained seated on the bed, watching cautiously.

"Are you coming? Tsuzuki-san?" Muraki asked, standing behind a chair that was obviously meant for Tsuzuki.

"Hai." Tsuzuki was quick to get to the chair, allowing Muraki to push him up to the table. The pair began their meal in silence, which, to Tsuzuki's chagrin, did not last long.

"Well…it really has been quite some time, Tsuzuki-san. How have you been?" Muraki spoke in between mouthfuls.

"Uh…fine." Tsuzuki replied, barely touching his food.

"Anything interesting happen since we last met?"

"No…not in particular…." The shinigami fidgeted uncomfortably, casting glances at the door and window, contemplating which was his best bet.

"Tsuzuki-san…the window, as well as the door, is sealed with a magic that only I can penetrate. Stop plotting escape. We're having dinner." Muraki said calmly. Tsuzuki couldn't help but look embarrassed at having been caught so red handed. It wasn't long until Muraki had finished his meal. Tsuzuki, having only eaten his potatoes, acknowledged that he was finished. Dessert was then served. Muraki placed a delectable cheesecake drenched in a cherry sauce on the table, and Tsuzuki simply couldn't help but let his mouth water.

"May I feed you, Tsuzuki-san?" the smiling man asked.

"I…suppose..."

Muraki moved to feed Tsuzuki a forkful of the treat when a single wet cherry fell from the fork. Picking it up in his fingers, Muraki moved his hand to Tsuzuki's mouth to deposit the cherry in a more intimate manner. Admittedly, Tsuzuki wanted the sweet, but his freedom was more important at the moment. As Muraki's hand reached his lips, Tsuzuki bit down on the pale man's fingers, quite hard to say the least. In a mad dash, Tsuzuki sprang to the door, grabbing the handle only to be thrown back by a powerful energy barrier, just as Muraki had said. The doctor made a move towards Tsuzuki, who sprinted towards the window, only to have Muraki catch him by the hair and fling him onto the bed.

"I told you...I told you not to try this! Now you will need to be punished. Didn't you know, Tsuzuki-san, that biting turns me on?" he laughed as he approached Tsuzuki's prone figure, pushing the shinigami further onto the bed. With one hand, he slapped Tsuzuki across the face.

"Take off your clothes." He ordered.

"No! No! Stop!" Tsuzuki had balled himself up trying to get away from the man, only further trapping himself against the headboard.

"I gave you chances to behave…you disobeyed me. Bad dolls must be broken."

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Hisoka got home about two hours after his normal time. He expected to see Tsuzuki sitting in the living room, munching on something and watching some stupid anime, but when he walked in the door, all that greeted him was quiet.

"Tsuzuki!!" he called out, slipping his shoes off at the door. Thinking that the man was probably taking a nap, he headed straight towards the bedroom. Stopping outside the door, he quickly formulated a plan…a plan of seduction no less. It was a crazy idea, but he was bound to try it. Slipping off his jacket and shirt, he then headed into the bedroom in nothing but his tight jeans.

Sadly…the room was empty…except for a bouquet of roses upon his pillow. At first, it seemed as if they had been left as a gift to him, presumably from Tsuzuki, but as he drew closer, he knew it was no gift…it was a warning.

"Muraki…." he growled, his blood nearly boiling in his veins.

"Tsuzuki!" he screamed afterwards.