Ch. 5
It was probably one of the hardest things he had to do, Tsuzuki thought silently to himself as he approached once more Hisoka in the bed in the infirmary. It seemed like forever ago when Hisoka had not been by his side… it seemed so far away and now… He let himself sit down on the side of the bed, his hand cupping the youth's face gently. Now, he had to leave his partner and finish a mission without him. A mission that would hopefully save Hisoka and break all connection that Muraki had on the sixteen year old.
He bit the inside of his cheek, his violet eyes pained. He didn't want to leave. Watari stayed silent as he watched his friend say his goodbye to his sleeping and probably comatose partner. The usually genki blond had to force the smile to stay on his face as he turned to the man. "Tsuzuki…" He whispered. "It's time to go now… I have Bad Luck's touring schedule printed out for you." The brunette ignored him for the moment, his eyes still locked onto Bon's face.
"…you can't leave me 'Soka…you promised. So be strong, ne? 'Cause I'll be back as soon as I can…" The man trailed off his shoulders drooping a bit before suddenly bouncing back up with a determined glare in his eye. "Muraki has gone too far this time." He went and grabbed the papers from Watari's hands. "Sannkyou!"
During this time, Tsuzuki had not been the only one to say their goodbyes. Even though they weren't quite sure if Omi heard them--Ken, Yoji, and even Aya spoke to the sleeping boy. They explained to him where they were going and what they hoped to accomplish. Aya nodded finally, signaling that they were ready to leave and he left leaving the other two to wrap things up. Yoji soon followed, a scowl on his face as he cursed Muraki's very existence and promised the doctor some interesting and horrible way of dying for what he had done to Yoji's protégé/little brother. No one could do that to Omi and get away with it. No one.
Ken stayed behind for a moment more, thoughts all in a fumble. He didn't say anything, not finding any words that could be said but he did reach out, his strong tanned hand coming to take Omi's paler one in his. He squeezed it once and then let it go so he could join his other three comrades. This was going to be a hard mission—not having Omi there to keep their tempers cool or to encourage them—it was definitely going to be a hard mission.
…
'Why is it that I can still hear you?' Hisoka thought gently as Omi mentally shrugged. Though they were still under the potion's heavy dose (they had been administered a second one after Tsuzuki and Weiss had left), they were still very aware of each other.
'Does it hurt?' Omi asked, his mental voice filled with worry. Hisoka could feel the other boy trying to build mental shields the way he had tried to do before.
'It doesn't hurt…its just…odd.' It scared him to hell and back if he was to be honest. He'd never been left so open and vulnerable with anyone, not even Tsuzuki. Tsuzuki… at the thought of the older man, Hisoka searched the room for the older man's presence and was slightly disturbed to find that he wasn't there. His mind roamed the halls of the building but still… no Tsuzuki. Omi was helping him search as well, though not truly of his own doing as he was just swept along with Hisoka's mind. His very presence was what kept Hisoka from panicking about Tsuzuki's absence. 'I don't understand…'
'You thought the potion would separate us.' Omi observed quietly. 'It was what it was supposed to do right?' At Hisoka's mental confirmation, Omi let loose a sigh. 'Every shield you and I have tried to create around us don't work…Have you noticed that we cannot wake up either? Is that normal?' The burst of fear that came from Hisoka answered Omi a bit too well.
No… this was not normal. It wasn't normal at all.
…
Tsuzuki looked at the apartment door number again before looking down at the stack of papers Watari had given him before leaving. The numbers did correspond but… The man seemed to wilt. He had been hoping that this particular room wasn't the one they had to enter.
There were…sounds…coming from that room. Or… moans…softly uttered and… Already Tsuzuki felt his face get hot and turn red. The noise was leaving no room to doubt what exactly was taking place behind the door. Why this room? He allowed himself to glance backwards at the Gushoshin that was acting as his partner for the moment and the three Weiss members. The Gushoshin was averting his eyes and looked as if he was about to go flying somewhere else. Aya the redhead with the violet eyes that were too similar to his, looked a bit strained but otherwise he looked as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Ken was blushing badly though and seeing this made Tsuzuki feel just a bit better. At least no one could blame him for having an overactive imagination. He turned to see the last of the Weiss member and to ask what should be done… maybe even suggest that they come back at a later time but the look on Yoji's face made him lose all capabilities of speech.
The man was grinning. Out right grinning.
It was disturbing!
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Yoji asked a bit too jovially, his eyebrow rising. Ken started to sputter.
"What do you mean, what the hell are we waiting for?" Tsuzuki watched with alarm as Ken's face started to turn an even darker shade of red. "They… they…" The younger man waved his arm.
"Quiet." Aya snapped. "Both of you." He added as Yoji started to open his mouth to say something. A louder moan pierced the air and it caused all of them to tense.
"Oh god…" Ken muttered. "This is nothappening."
"…" Yoji looked lost for a moment before he looked at Aya with a weird look on his face. "I heard two… two manly voices." The man's voice cracked. Tsuzuki didn't see where this was going. Aya sighed and looked as if he was going to knock both Ken and Yoji unconscious. "Aya! Two manly voices! TWO! Not one with a nice feminine voice but… two…" Aya glared at him and his hand tensed on the hilt of the katana. It was at that time that Tsuzuki determined it would be a wise decision for him to step in and say they should come back at a later time. But before he could, Aya grabbed the front of Yoji's shirt with a tight fist and glared at the taller bond.
"Yes Yoji… I can hear just fine." The redhead seethed the words out quietly. "And since we have no time to waste and you so kindly volunteered…" The hand that had been on the hilt of the sword went and turned the knob of the door. "…why don't you go and make yourself be useful for once!" And with that said and done, the eldest Weiss member was thrown into the room where Shindo, Shuuichi and Yuki Eiri were currently sharing a bed together.
"ARGH!" Yoji screamed, helpless to stop his fall towards the bed.
"ARGH! YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" Shuuichi screamed with surprise and fear as this stranger went flying into their room. He pushed Yuki away from where the older man had been kissing his neck before yanking him in front of him again as a shield when he saw that Yuki was about to get up and leave him. The pink haired singer hid his face in the blonde's back. "YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKKKKKKKKKKIIIIIIII!" He whined. Yuki was slapping his hands away. Why was Yuki trying to get him to let go of him? There was a scary pervert in the room!!! Yuki was going to stay and protect him right? Right? The blond author growled and gave up on trying to pry off the fingers that were digging into his arms, instead he glared at the intruder and was intending to beat the shit out of him when an owl in clothes flew into the room.
"Hello!" A man with violet eyes and full blush blooming on his face entered along with the owl. Shuuichi blinked and blinked again while Yuki started to curse. When the hell had his apartment been turned into a zoo? He turned his golden eyes to glare at his pink haired lover.
"You better not have anything to do with this…" He jabbed a finger in the direction of where Tsuzuki was trying to pick up the fallen Yoji.
"ME?" Shuuichi started to pout. "B-b-but but…. YUUUUUKI!!! I was with you the whole time! I didn't do anything at all. Well I mean… except for the kissing… I definitely did that and…"
"Shut up, you idiot!"
"I'm sorry we interrupted you…" Yuki turned his glare back towards Tsuzuki and the older man visibly wilted under the angry gaze. "…we…we…we're here to…" He stumbled over his words and wished suddenly with a slight pain in his chest that Hisoka were with him to protect him. Hisoka had a gift for glaring anyone down. And that gift would have been quite handy at this very moment. He sweatdropped and scratched at the back of his head. Aya suddenly was beside him, helping him lift the dead weight that was Yoji at the moment. The redhead with violet eyes had decided that it was safe enough to come in when the Gushoshin had so kindly informed Ken and him that the couple were clothed… or partly anyway as he took a look at the two that were sitting on the bed. There was a tall and older man with blond hair and a golden glare that rivaled his own violet colored one. His shirt was only slightly unbuttoned which was sadly not quite the case for his partner. Aya sucked in his breath at the sight of the younger man that was hidden behind the blond. The pink hair was bright and eye catching in a way that almost hurt to look at for too long and it was so drastically different from the soft golden locks that Omi had…still it didn't stop him for thinking for just a second that it was Omi that was sitting there, whining behind another man. The boy looked that much like him. Even more perhaps than Hisoka had resembled Omi. Hisoka had been skinnier… but this boy…
Large green eyes sparkled with tears and the lower lip started to tremble.
"WAHHHHH!!! Yuki was being so nice to me and now he hates me again…" Aya blinked.
Definitely not Omi. He winced at the sound the boy was making and had a very hard time remembering that this boy was supposed to be around Ken's age. Tsuzuki's eyes hard widened again and his stammering sentence had died all together.
"You're in danger." Ken decided it was time to take action. He'd always been a bit rash, especially when he was embarrassed or angry. "And we need to get you out of here."
"What the hell?" Yuki growled menacingly. "Is this another of K's half assed publicity plan for Bad Luck? If I see that man…"
"K?" Shuuichi stopped crying and clung harder onto Yuki's back. If his manager had sent people to drag him back to rehearsal… well he was surprised he wasn't full of bullets already. He peaked out from Yuki's shoulder and looked again at the intruders. Yuki's blond hair was tickling the tip of his nose so he wrinkled it before scratching it with the back of his hand.
"I don't know who the hell K is." Ken muttered, his voice starting to sound like Yuki's. "But I'm telling you that Shindo, Shuuichi is in big danger. We've come to help you…and there's no time to explain further. Muraki could already be on his way as we sp—"
"And here I am." A melodious voice drifted in. "You've spoken too long…Ken-kun, I do believe."
A/N- I'm sorry its been taking me so long to update with all the stories. I'm having a hard time writing Shuuichi. Forgive me if he's a bit off. I'll try to do better next time. I promise. And all feedback is VERY appreciated!!