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BuddhaFrog: I have to write a paper about the Missouri constitution. Laugh and cry! So, I love Hisoka. I feel so bad for Hisoka. Shut up Holli! I love Holli, but I'm glad I'm going to be away from her for a week! I'm writing a fanfiction! Be scared be very scared *weird sorta evil maniacal laughter*. So anyhow, this chapter just flows along some more, but you're getting somewhere. Ummmm, more will happen later. Anyhow, that's about all I got, Family Guy is craziness. My room is a mess, and *bunch of weird noises*. LOVE AND PEACE!!!!!
Holli: I forgot what happened! If hadn't taken BF so DAMN long to read it, maybe I would still remember what the DAMN thing said!! So, we're making the best T-shirts EVER! Shounen-ai hinted Yami No Matsuei/Love Mode. Even my sister wants one. Tsugaru, is a GREAT DDR song, I downloaded it, b ut damn if the title doesn't sound like Cigar! So I'm wondering if angelfire allows soft core porn, b/c there's this pic I want to put up but I don't know if I can. Totally Spies sucks major ass. Teen Titans are cool. And I hate the fact that cats like to lay on your crotches b/c it's the warmest spot on your body! Oh, well! I'm slightly crazy. Anyway, this is a short brief chapter, kinda feels like the chapters I'm writing. But it's important like any other chapter! That's about it! Bye!
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Chapter 3
Too Many Emotions
It had taken the two Shinigami almost three hours to find the place where Kakinomoto Hisato lived. Hisoka had taken his time navigating so he could recover at least part of his strength. They stood before the small suburban house; it looked no bigger than a three room apartment from outside. Tsuzuki knocked lightly on the door of tiny house. A few moments went by before he tried again, this time louder. The door was opened by a tall, middle aged woman wearing sweats and a long T-shirt. The woman's shoulder length black hair was streaked liberally with grey and stuck out at odd angles from beneath a headband. She looked as if she hadn't slept in a month.
The woman blinked owlishly at Tsuzuki before speaking, "May I help you?"
Tsuzuki took out his fake badge and flashed it at the woman, he was starting to get a weird sort of enjoyment from pretending to be a cop, "Good afternoon, miss, I am Detective Tsuzuki Asato and this is my partner Officer Kurosaki Hisoka. We are here to speak to Kakinomoto Hisato. Is this where he lives?"
The woman's eyes narrowed in anger and suspicion, "I thought we were through with the police. What do you want now?"
Hisoka stepped forward and bowed to the woman, his shields were so frazzled that he could feel her anger and exhaustion pulsing in time with his own, as a result his words sounded short and clipped, "Pardon us, ma'am, but we were brought in from Tokyo. We have only just arrived and we are trying to solve this case as quickly as possible. I know you must be tired from dealing with all the reporters and police officers, but we beg your patience once more. Please, allow us to speak with Kakinomoto-san for just a brief moment."
The woman sighed, "He isn't here right now. He's at work. He should be back in about twenty minutes though, if you would like to come in." She stepped back and opened the door wider, motioning the two Shinigami inside, "Sit down wherever you like. My name is Kakinomoto Yoriko. I was . . . am Hisato's wife."
Tsuzuki and Hisoka sat on the small couch. Tsuzuki turned to the woman, "Please, may we ask you a few questions as well?"
Yoriko nodded and sat down on the edge of the large easy chair next to the couch, she looked like she would bolt at the slightest provocation, "You may as well. Everyone else has. From reporters to doctors to police officers. What's one more interview?"
Tsuzuki placed a restraining hand on his partner's, silently telling the younger man that he would handle this. Hisoka nodded slightly before leaning back and shuttering his eyes, allowing Tsuzuki to take over with the interview so that he could rest a little, "Kakinomoto-san, I know that you have probably told this more times than you truly wish to. But will you tell us what happened with your husband?"
Yoriko smiled wanly at the man sitting across from her, she couldn't help it; the man seemed to know exactly what to say to her, as if he knew what she was feeling. She turned to the younger looking of the two, "I will. But first, may I ask you a question?"
Hisoka nodded his head and Yoriko leaned forward, "How old are you? I know it seems a rude question, but you don't look any older than my own son, and he's only seventeen."
Hisoka ground his teeth together. Gods! How he hated that question! Hisoka mentally shook his head, he was so tired, he really didn't feel like dealing with this right now, but he had too, otherwise this case would *never* get solved. He knew the woman had no idea the kind of effect that particular question had on him, and if they were going to get anywhere with her he *had* to be polite. So he summoned a warm and gentle smile for her, "I don't mind, I get it all the time. I am twenty-three-years-old. Now, will you tell us what happened with your husband?"
The woman sighed heavily and glanced down at her feet, causing Tsuzuki's suspicions that her question had been nothing more than a delaying tactic to be confirmed. He leaned forward and took both of the woman's hands in his. Her head shot up and she stared into kind, intense amethyst eyes. She had never seen eyes like that before, they held so much kindness and caring, but at the same time they were filled with a pain so intense it hurt to look at. Tsuzuki smiled at the woman and spoke softly, "We know this is hard for you, but please, we only want to solve this case. Then, maybe you can find some answers to the questions you have."
Yoriko nodded and took a deep breath before starting, "It was about three weeks ago. Hisato was late coming home from work and I was getting worried. You see, he has never been late before without calling me. I called his office to see if maybe there had been a meeting that he had forgotten about and that's why he wasn't home, but no one answered, they had all gone home for the day. Two hours went by and still Hisato had not arrived home. I called the police, they said they would start a search for him immediately."
Tsuzuki patted the woman's hand when she paused in her story, tears forming in her brown eyes, "It is alright. Take your time. Would you like something to drink?"
Hisoka was close to tears himself, Yoriko's pain was so intense, and his shields were so weak. He was gritting his teeth so hard his jaw was starting to hurt. He didn't know how much longer he could keep this up without either breaking his teeth or breaking down in tears. The young empath wanted nothing more than to go back to the hotel, curl up with Tsuzuki, and pass out.
Yoriko chuckled lightly, her heart not in the sound, "I am the host here, and *you* are the one offering *me* a drink. I'm sorry, I should have offered sooner." The dark-haired woman stood up, "Give me a second, I'll get us all something to drink. Is lemonade alright?"
Tsuzuki nodded, "Hai. That will be fine for both of us, thank you." When Yoriko had disappeared into the kitchen, Tsuzuki turned to his partner, concern written all over his face, "'Soka, are you alright?"
Hisoka opened emerald eyes and glared at his partner, he could hear the clinking of glasses and a refrigerator door being opened. Instead of answering his partner he just jerked his head in a curt nod, and leaned back against the couch, closing his eyes once more. Before Tsuzuki could question his partner further, Yoriko came back in, three drinks held carefully in her hands. Tsuzuki stood and took two of the glasses before returning to his seat, offering one of the glasses to Hisoka. The teen slit an eye open and glared at the drink before taking it from Tsuzuki and setting it on the table next to him.
Yoriko sat back down, glass gripped tightly in her hands, and took a deep breath before continuing her story, "It was an hour or so after I had called the police when someone knocked on my door. I opened it and there stood three officers, hats in hand. They asked if I was Kakinomoto Yoriko. When I nodded they told me that they had found my husband. He was dead. They said they thought it might be murder, but they couldn't be sure since there weren't any external wounds. I don't remember much after that. I didn't want to believe them, I *couldn't* believe them. I had already lost one of my children, I couldn't lose my husband as well!
Two days after he had been found dead, Hisato walked through the front door. I was in the kitchen, just sitting and staring at the floor. He walked into the kitchen, leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, like he used to everyday when he got home from work. I passed out.
When I woke up, Hisato was staring down at me, asking if I was okay. I started screaming and telling him he was dead. He was standing right in front of me and I was telling him he was dead!"
Tsuzuki nodded, "That's understandable. You had a terrible shock to your system. Can you tell me something; When your husband returned to you, did he seem different at all?"
Yoriko thought for a minute, "Actually, yes. There are a few things about Hisato that seem different. One, he couldn't seem to remember anything about being dead for two days, and he refused to even talk about the day that he died. Two, well, when he got back, even though he acted the same, he didn't seem like the same man I had married. It is as if he is only half awake. Walking around, acting normal, but not fully there."
"I understand what you mean. Hisoka says I'm like that in the mornings sometimes. I don't wake up fully, and just walk around in a daze," Tsuzuki said with a slight chuckle and a shake of his head, remembering the many times Hisoka had smacked him for that.
Yoriko looked over at the young man in question and whispered, concern evident in her voice, "Is he okay?"
Tsuzuki glanced at Hisoka, the teen's jaw muscles were clenched so tight Tsuzuki was surprised he hadn't broken a few teeth. He continued to look at his partner as he answered, pitching his voice low so that Hisoka wouldn't hear, "He has had a long day. He's very tired, but he refuses to go back to the hotel until we finish for the day."
Hisoka was biting his tongue and clenching his fists, trying to block the intense emotions the woman was inadvertently sending. Added on to that, Tsuzuki was trying to soothe him by sending him wave after wave of love and calm. Unfortunately that was only making things worse, and Hisoka couldn't say anything to his partner right then about it. Tsuzuki's emotions, added onto the woman's, mixed with his own, and stirred with exhaustion and very little left of his psy-shields was starting to take its toll on him. He could feel himself getting a horrendous headache and it wasn't putting him in any better a mood. He was so focused on trying to block out the emotions that he wasn't paying attention to what either of the two were saying.
Yoriko placed a hand on Tsuzuki's, causing the older man to tear his gaze away from his lover and look at her, "You care for him greatly don't you?"
Violet eyes widened in surprise and shock.
The woman chuckled lightly, being around this young man made her feel better than she had since the day of the accident with her husband, "Young man, after being in love for twenty years, you think I can't recognize it in others? It's obvious to anyone who cares to look. I think it is sweet. Ah, look at me though, you didn't come here to have me embarrass you. Now, do you have any more questions?"
Just as Tsuzuki was about to open his mouth to answer, the front door opened and in walked Kakinomoto Hisato, "Tadaima, Yoriko!"
The man paused in the doorway and stared, before turning to his wife, "Who are these two?"
Hisoka's eyes snapped open and he stared at the man in the doorway. The man felt the same as Detective Hatoyama! The teen could sense only one thing from Hisato, an intense flash of lust aimed toward his partner! Hisoka shot up from his seat, eyes blazing, "WHAT THE FUCK!!"
Suddenly, everything became too much for the teen and his shields shattered, allowing every emotion in the room to come crashing into his brain at once. The teen swayed on his feet, feeling the darkness trying to consume him. He put up a brief struggle before blissfully allowing the darkness to swallow him.
Tsuzuki stared up at his partner, mouth hanging open. He had *never* heard Hisoka use that kind of language before! He saw Hisoka sway on his feet. The three could only watch in horror as the young wheat-haired teen started to fall, seemingly in slow motion. In an instant Tsuzuki was standing beside Hisoka, catching the teen before he could hit the ground and swinging him into his arms.
Yoriko, too, was on her feet, hand over mouth, "Is he okay? Should I call an ambulance?" She couldn't believe how *fast* the older man was! She hadn't even seen him move! It was as if he had just appeared next to his partner.
Tsuzuki shook his head, "No, he just needs to get some rest. I'll take him back to our hotel."
Throughout this whole thing, Hisato had just stood there, watching Tsuzuki intensely. Yoriko, not for the first time, wondered what was wrong with her husband. He had never seemed so emotionless before. She watched as Detective Tsuzuki gathered the young man tighter in his arms and turned to the door. He paused, waiting for Hisato to move out of his way. When her husband didn't move immediately, Yoriko walked over and grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the way.
When he reached the door Tsuzuki looked over his shoulder at the woman and her half-dead husband, "Thank you for your time, Kakinomoto-san. I might be back later to speak with your husband."
Yoriko nodded, "You're welcome. I hope I helped . . . and, take care of you partner, he needs you."
Tsuzuki nodded, smiling slightly and stepped out the door. When he was out of sight of the house, he teleported Hisoka and himself back to their hotel room.
BuddhaFrog: I have to write a paper about the Missouri constitution. Laugh and cry! So, I love Hisoka. I feel so bad for Hisoka. Shut up Holli! I love Holli, but I'm glad I'm going to be away from her for a week! I'm writing a fanfiction! Be scared be very scared *weird sorta evil maniacal laughter*. So anyhow, this chapter just flows along some more, but you're getting somewhere. Ummmm, more will happen later. Anyhow, that's about all I got, Family Guy is craziness. My room is a mess, and *bunch of weird noises*. LOVE AND PEACE!!!!!
Holli: I forgot what happened! If hadn't taken BF so DAMN long to read it, maybe I would still remember what the DAMN thing said!! So, we're making the best T-shirts EVER! Shounen-ai hinted Yami No Matsuei/Love Mode. Even my sister wants one. Tsugaru, is a GREAT DDR song, I downloaded it, b ut damn if the title doesn't sound like Cigar! So I'm wondering if angelfire allows soft core porn, b/c there's this pic I want to put up but I don't know if I can. Totally Spies sucks major ass. Teen Titans are cool. And I hate the fact that cats like to lay on your crotches b/c it's the warmest spot on your body! Oh, well! I'm slightly crazy. Anyway, this is a short brief chapter, kinda feels like the chapters I'm writing. But it's important like any other chapter! That's about it! Bye!
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Chapter 3
Too Many Emotions
It had taken the two Shinigami almost three hours to find the place where Kakinomoto Hisato lived. Hisoka had taken his time navigating so he could recover at least part of his strength. They stood before the small suburban house; it looked no bigger than a three room apartment from outside. Tsuzuki knocked lightly on the door of tiny house. A few moments went by before he tried again, this time louder. The door was opened by a tall, middle aged woman wearing sweats and a long T-shirt. The woman's shoulder length black hair was streaked liberally with grey and stuck out at odd angles from beneath a headband. She looked as if she hadn't slept in a month.
The woman blinked owlishly at Tsuzuki before speaking, "May I help you?"
Tsuzuki took out his fake badge and flashed it at the woman, he was starting to get a weird sort of enjoyment from pretending to be a cop, "Good afternoon, miss, I am Detective Tsuzuki Asato and this is my partner Officer Kurosaki Hisoka. We are here to speak to Kakinomoto Hisato. Is this where he lives?"
The woman's eyes narrowed in anger and suspicion, "I thought we were through with the police. What do you want now?"
Hisoka stepped forward and bowed to the woman, his shields were so frazzled that he could feel her anger and exhaustion pulsing in time with his own, as a result his words sounded short and clipped, "Pardon us, ma'am, but we were brought in from Tokyo. We have only just arrived and we are trying to solve this case as quickly as possible. I know you must be tired from dealing with all the reporters and police officers, but we beg your patience once more. Please, allow us to speak with Kakinomoto-san for just a brief moment."
The woman sighed, "He isn't here right now. He's at work. He should be back in about twenty minutes though, if you would like to come in." She stepped back and opened the door wider, motioning the two Shinigami inside, "Sit down wherever you like. My name is Kakinomoto Yoriko. I was . . . am Hisato's wife."
Tsuzuki and Hisoka sat on the small couch. Tsuzuki turned to the woman, "Please, may we ask you a few questions as well?"
Yoriko nodded and sat down on the edge of the large easy chair next to the couch, she looked like she would bolt at the slightest provocation, "You may as well. Everyone else has. From reporters to doctors to police officers. What's one more interview?"
Tsuzuki placed a restraining hand on his partner's, silently telling the younger man that he would handle this. Hisoka nodded slightly before leaning back and shuttering his eyes, allowing Tsuzuki to take over with the interview so that he could rest a little, "Kakinomoto-san, I know that you have probably told this more times than you truly wish to. But will you tell us what happened with your husband?"
Yoriko smiled wanly at the man sitting across from her, she couldn't help it; the man seemed to know exactly what to say to her, as if he knew what she was feeling. She turned to the younger looking of the two, "I will. But first, may I ask you a question?"
Hisoka nodded his head and Yoriko leaned forward, "How old are you? I know it seems a rude question, but you don't look any older than my own son, and he's only seventeen."
Hisoka ground his teeth together. Gods! How he hated that question! Hisoka mentally shook his head, he was so tired, he really didn't feel like dealing with this right now, but he had too, otherwise this case would *never* get solved. He knew the woman had no idea the kind of effect that particular question had on him, and if they were going to get anywhere with her he *had* to be polite. So he summoned a warm and gentle smile for her, "I don't mind, I get it all the time. I am twenty-three-years-old. Now, will you tell us what happened with your husband?"
The woman sighed heavily and glanced down at her feet, causing Tsuzuki's suspicions that her question had been nothing more than a delaying tactic to be confirmed. He leaned forward and took both of the woman's hands in his. Her head shot up and she stared into kind, intense amethyst eyes. She had never seen eyes like that before, they held so much kindness and caring, but at the same time they were filled with a pain so intense it hurt to look at. Tsuzuki smiled at the woman and spoke softly, "We know this is hard for you, but please, we only want to solve this case. Then, maybe you can find some answers to the questions you have."
Yoriko nodded and took a deep breath before starting, "It was about three weeks ago. Hisato was late coming home from work and I was getting worried. You see, he has never been late before without calling me. I called his office to see if maybe there had been a meeting that he had forgotten about and that's why he wasn't home, but no one answered, they had all gone home for the day. Two hours went by and still Hisato had not arrived home. I called the police, they said they would start a search for him immediately."
Tsuzuki patted the woman's hand when she paused in her story, tears forming in her brown eyes, "It is alright. Take your time. Would you like something to drink?"
Hisoka was close to tears himself, Yoriko's pain was so intense, and his shields were so weak. He was gritting his teeth so hard his jaw was starting to hurt. He didn't know how much longer he could keep this up without either breaking his teeth or breaking down in tears. The young empath wanted nothing more than to go back to the hotel, curl up with Tsuzuki, and pass out.
Yoriko chuckled lightly, her heart not in the sound, "I am the host here, and *you* are the one offering *me* a drink. I'm sorry, I should have offered sooner." The dark-haired woman stood up, "Give me a second, I'll get us all something to drink. Is lemonade alright?"
Tsuzuki nodded, "Hai. That will be fine for both of us, thank you." When Yoriko had disappeared into the kitchen, Tsuzuki turned to his partner, concern written all over his face, "'Soka, are you alright?"
Hisoka opened emerald eyes and glared at his partner, he could hear the clinking of glasses and a refrigerator door being opened. Instead of answering his partner he just jerked his head in a curt nod, and leaned back against the couch, closing his eyes once more. Before Tsuzuki could question his partner further, Yoriko came back in, three drinks held carefully in her hands. Tsuzuki stood and took two of the glasses before returning to his seat, offering one of the glasses to Hisoka. The teen slit an eye open and glared at the drink before taking it from Tsuzuki and setting it on the table next to him.
Yoriko sat back down, glass gripped tightly in her hands, and took a deep breath before continuing her story, "It was an hour or so after I had called the police when someone knocked on my door. I opened it and there stood three officers, hats in hand. They asked if I was Kakinomoto Yoriko. When I nodded they told me that they had found my husband. He was dead. They said they thought it might be murder, but they couldn't be sure since there weren't any external wounds. I don't remember much after that. I didn't want to believe them, I *couldn't* believe them. I had already lost one of my children, I couldn't lose my husband as well!
Two days after he had been found dead, Hisato walked through the front door. I was in the kitchen, just sitting and staring at the floor. He walked into the kitchen, leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, like he used to everyday when he got home from work. I passed out.
When I woke up, Hisato was staring down at me, asking if I was okay. I started screaming and telling him he was dead. He was standing right in front of me and I was telling him he was dead!"
Tsuzuki nodded, "That's understandable. You had a terrible shock to your system. Can you tell me something; When your husband returned to you, did he seem different at all?"
Yoriko thought for a minute, "Actually, yes. There are a few things about Hisato that seem different. One, he couldn't seem to remember anything about being dead for two days, and he refused to even talk about the day that he died. Two, well, when he got back, even though he acted the same, he didn't seem like the same man I had married. It is as if he is only half awake. Walking around, acting normal, but not fully there."
"I understand what you mean. Hisoka says I'm like that in the mornings sometimes. I don't wake up fully, and just walk around in a daze," Tsuzuki said with a slight chuckle and a shake of his head, remembering the many times Hisoka had smacked him for that.
Yoriko looked over at the young man in question and whispered, concern evident in her voice, "Is he okay?"
Tsuzuki glanced at Hisoka, the teen's jaw muscles were clenched so tight Tsuzuki was surprised he hadn't broken a few teeth. He continued to look at his partner as he answered, pitching his voice low so that Hisoka wouldn't hear, "He has had a long day. He's very tired, but he refuses to go back to the hotel until we finish for the day."
Hisoka was biting his tongue and clenching his fists, trying to block the intense emotions the woman was inadvertently sending. Added on to that, Tsuzuki was trying to soothe him by sending him wave after wave of love and calm. Unfortunately that was only making things worse, and Hisoka couldn't say anything to his partner right then about it. Tsuzuki's emotions, added onto the woman's, mixed with his own, and stirred with exhaustion and very little left of his psy-shields was starting to take its toll on him. He could feel himself getting a horrendous headache and it wasn't putting him in any better a mood. He was so focused on trying to block out the emotions that he wasn't paying attention to what either of the two were saying.
Yoriko placed a hand on Tsuzuki's, causing the older man to tear his gaze away from his lover and look at her, "You care for him greatly don't you?"
Violet eyes widened in surprise and shock.
The woman chuckled lightly, being around this young man made her feel better than she had since the day of the accident with her husband, "Young man, after being in love for twenty years, you think I can't recognize it in others? It's obvious to anyone who cares to look. I think it is sweet. Ah, look at me though, you didn't come here to have me embarrass you. Now, do you have any more questions?"
Just as Tsuzuki was about to open his mouth to answer, the front door opened and in walked Kakinomoto Hisato, "Tadaima, Yoriko!"
The man paused in the doorway and stared, before turning to his wife, "Who are these two?"
Hisoka's eyes snapped open and he stared at the man in the doorway. The man felt the same as Detective Hatoyama! The teen could sense only one thing from Hisato, an intense flash of lust aimed toward his partner! Hisoka shot up from his seat, eyes blazing, "WHAT THE FUCK!!"
Suddenly, everything became too much for the teen and his shields shattered, allowing every emotion in the room to come crashing into his brain at once. The teen swayed on his feet, feeling the darkness trying to consume him. He put up a brief struggle before blissfully allowing the darkness to swallow him.
Tsuzuki stared up at his partner, mouth hanging open. He had *never* heard Hisoka use that kind of language before! He saw Hisoka sway on his feet. The three could only watch in horror as the young wheat-haired teen started to fall, seemingly in slow motion. In an instant Tsuzuki was standing beside Hisoka, catching the teen before he could hit the ground and swinging him into his arms.
Yoriko, too, was on her feet, hand over mouth, "Is he okay? Should I call an ambulance?" She couldn't believe how *fast* the older man was! She hadn't even seen him move! It was as if he had just appeared next to his partner.
Tsuzuki shook his head, "No, he just needs to get some rest. I'll take him back to our hotel."
Throughout this whole thing, Hisato had just stood there, watching Tsuzuki intensely. Yoriko, not for the first time, wondered what was wrong with her husband. He had never seemed so emotionless before. She watched as Detective Tsuzuki gathered the young man tighter in his arms and turned to the door. He paused, waiting for Hisato to move out of his way. When her husband didn't move immediately, Yoriko walked over and grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the way.
When he reached the door Tsuzuki looked over his shoulder at the woman and her half-dead husband, "Thank you for your time, Kakinomoto-san. I might be back later to speak with your husband."
Yoriko nodded, "You're welcome. I hope I helped . . . and, take care of you partner, he needs you."
Tsuzuki nodded, smiling slightly and stepped out the door. When he was out of sight of the house, he teleported Hisoka and himself back to their hotel room.