The presence was a strong feel. Tsuzuki also scented Muraki within Hisoka's space and immediately knew this wasn't going to be good. His feet pounded along the pavement, taking him up to the church where he first met Muraki.

Hisoka's in trouble, I just know it, Tsuzuki thought.

He barged into the empty church in Nagasaki, immediately calling out for Hisoka, only to be greeted by silence. Hisoka watched him the whole time, every curse word he could think of, written across his former lover's face. His eyes were cold, but in his heart he knew that Tsuzuki was the only one he could ever love. He jumped down from the second story hallway and landed just feet away from Tsuzuki. Tsuzuki's eyes lit up like a three year old that was face to face with a giant candy bar.

"Hisoka! I thought you—"

"Forget it," he said, looking away. "Don't speak. Your voice is jarring."

Tsuzuki raised an eyebrow. "Hisoka?"

Hisoka was afraid to look into the violet orbs and fall in love with them again. He did all he could do with looking the opposite way and pretending he didn't care.

Neither of them spoke for what Tsuzuki would consider the longest time. The air was silent and heavy.

"I know what Hijiri Minase meant to you. Don't create another sob story, because it won't work with me this time. I'm sick of your lies of love."

Tsuzuki covered his face with a sigh. "I don't love Hijiri, Hisoka."

"You lie!" he screamed, meeting eye to eye, clenching his fist and nearly shaking the entire building with the piercing yell. "I was there the whole time, Tsuzuki! Or have you suddenly forgotten about my abilities! I may have not been there in physical form, but I saw the whole thing and heard every word you said to him! You said you loved him, did you not?"

"Yes...true...but—"

"But nothing," he interrupted. "You're a disgrace to—"

"If you were there like you said you were, then you would have also heard me saying it was a mistake and I thought of you the whole time!" Tsuzuki yelled back, silencing Hisoka and getting his attention. Tsuzuki frowned with anger. "Yes, it's true I love him, but only as a companion! Otherwise I wouldn't be here now for you! We're partners Hisoka, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you," he finished, voice getting incredibly lower. "And I wouldn't ever hurt you on purpose."

They were both silenced by clapping in the distance. Muraki stepped out of the shadows with a grin on his face, making his way to Hisoka.

"Well said Tsuzuki."

Tsuzuki growled. "Muraki. I knew you were here. What do you want now? Getting bored with unidentified slaughters all of a sudden?"

Muraki chuckled and pushed his glasses contently to his face. "Humor wisely accepted, Asato, but I'd watch it if I were you."

Tsuzuki's mouth dropped as Hisoka got closer to Muraki willingly. Muraki laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Your former lover and I were discussing a diminutive strategy in the time it took you to find your way here. Not to mention his luscious body hadn't changed one bit in three years."

Hisoka's body tightened as Muraki whispered words of love into his ear and dragged his tongue lightly around the edges.

"You bastard!" Tsuzuki roared, balling his fists.

Muraki only looked over to Tsuzuki with his eyes, and not moving the rest of his head.

"Oh? Looks like someone's jealous. Don't worry; it'll be your turn soon, my love. After all, I want your body more than I could ever want anyone else's. I do believe I've told you that in the past, have I not?"

Tsuzuki did everything he could to push Muraki from his mind and focus his thoughts entirely on Hisoka, who presently, looked anything but comfortable under his tender grasp.

"Hisoka, come on!" he said. "You and I both know very well that you can get away! Do you really want to be with the man that raped and murdered you?!"

Hisoka was looking away the entire time, but Tsuzuki noticed his eye twitch.

"Do you wish revenge on me that much?" he asked, voice low and painful. "We're even now. Can't we just let it be in the past?"

Hisoka said nothing, but Tsuzuki could visibly see that the words were coursing through his mind. He wanted to be anywhere but where he was right now, but nevertheless, he still tolerated Muraki's appalling touch. Something inside him would never allow him to give in. Tsuzuki's sight alone revolted him.

Tsuzuki felt a ball of rage course through this body. He's done possibly everything he possibly could to try and get through Hisoka. He knew very well Hisoka did this purposely to get back at him. Tsuzuki was far from smart, but it didn't take an IQ of 160 to realize this.

"What do you think Kanoe's going to say when he finds out about this, huh? Do you really wish to get thrown out and be put somewhere where you have no freedom to do anything?!"

"He already knows," Hisoka responded, in a tiny voice. "You and Tatsumi told him, remember?"

"But that doesn't explain the fact of what he'll do!"

It was obvious that Tsuzuki was trying to scare Hisoka back to his right mind. As long as they've known each other, he was always able to do it. He called it a gift. They both did, actually, but it appears this time, Hisoka became immune to it.

Tsuzuki glanced to Muraki, who was amused as usual with the whole ordeal. A smile lit up his face ten times over.

"Well, this isn't getting us anywhere. Little One, care to join me on our little stroll through the park?" he questioned.

Tsuzuki's mouth went agape as Hisoka willingly accepted an engraved dagger, studying it as if it were one of his most prized possessions.

He had to have been brainwashed, no question about it. His eyes were completely expressionless after laying a hand on that dagger. His eye width matched Tsuzuki's now.

"Alright, enough is enough," came a voice from behind Tsuzuki. "You've destroyed the psyche of Kurosaki Hisoka enough for one day, Kazutaka."

Muraki's eyes narrowed incredibly as the appearing form of Tatsumi entered the picture, putting on the exact same facial expression.

"Don't you have anything better to do than create more work for us?" he added. "I could ask you the same thing, Hades' whipping boy," Muraki countered, stepping backwards a tad.

Tatsumi merely chuckled, pushing his glasses to his face. He tapped Tsuzuki on the shoulder. "Take Hisoka and get out of here. I'll take care of your creep."

He said this with such hate for the silvery haired man that it gave Tsuzuki the chills, and his glare adding to it.

"I'm not going anywhere," Hisoka said, looking away from the two.

Feeling himself burn up inside, Tsuzuki launched forward and grabbed his partner by the arm, teleporting themselves back to Hades.