1.14.04 (and damn its cold, -15)

Mel-chan-of-doom: Thank you!

Konnie-chan: Ah, you are correct I didn't read that over it is shone *shuffles off to fix it* oh and no Tsuzuki isn't dead he's alive and kick'n. Tsuzuki: "YEHAW!"

Yuki-Kurai: Hey I updated! YAY!

Apocaliptioblivion: *hugs back* Yup that's me getting cyber physical with the reviewers. Does that make me a cyber slut?

YukaYuka: Sorry to kill your "mystery finger wiggles" but Tsuzuki is alive. I thought that by making him immortal then he would have too much power. I mean he is an orderly and if he was an immortal orderly then he could just fly away with Hisoka using his immortal orderly powers and there would be no plot. However, maybe in the end I might have him take over New York City . Lol.

Chapter 6:

Hisoka sat at his desk that morning scribbling mindlessly on his sketch pad and staring out the window. Never in his life had anyone cried over him and last night was an event that flipped his world upside down. Thoughts of Tsuzuki's words were set on repeat in his mind and as a result kept him from thinking of anything else.

Small chit chat outside his room pushed his thoughts aside briefly, causing him to spin around in hopes to see his friend peeking into his room in need of conversation. But the door remained shut and there were no curious purple eyes peeking in at him. He sighed and turned back around and glanced at the watercolors he had received not but a week ago.

"I don't deserve these, Tsuzuki..." The boy thought to himself as he gently pushed the box away in a drawer. He suddenly bolted from his chair as a knock at the door sounded from across his room.

"Tsuzu-"

"Good morning!" Sherry said as she appeared behind the door. "How ya doin' kiddo?"

"Uh. I'm okay. Where's Tsuzuki?" The boy asked, a little confused as to why the woman was taking place of his friend.

"Oh, Tsuzuki called in sick today. He should be back tomorrow." She said simply as she made some room on his desk to set the tray. She then handed him some water and pills, with out thought he threw his head back and swallowed them.

"Ah, good kid." She commented with a smile. "Well, see you at lunch" She said as she exited. Hisoka shut the door behind her and flopped down on his bed with a sigh. He never realized how boring his life was with out his friend near by, now that he thought of it, those last few months were the happiest he had had in a long time.

He wanted, no, he needed to see Tsuzuki. The guilt he felt made a home in the pit of his stomach and clawed at his insides telling him that the only one who could fix his situation was Tsuzuki. He needed to tell him that he was sorry before the pain got worse. But the problem was; would he be forgiven?

He stared at the ceiling thinking that maybe if he slept the day would go faster but found that his anticipation would only make time infinitely longer so he decided that maybe he could entertain himself by hiding out in an empty recreation room to draw.

The hallway was quiet as he walked; his sketch book in hand. Most of the patients were on the other side of the building doing some sort of arts and crafts. Hisoka never attended those sorts of activities seeing as he wasn't really a normal resident there. The staff normally let him do what he wanted because of the money his parents fed the financially struggling institute.

"Hmm…So Tsuzuki isn't here today. Are you sad?" A voice came from behind him.

"Saki…?" Hisoka yelped in surprise as the crazy boy slammed him against the wall.

"You know…It's your fault he didn't come today…He went home after he left your room yesterday, he looked sad…I saw it…you made him cry didn't you?"

"He'll be back tomorrow, now let me go." Hisoka demanded as he tried to struggle free from the boy's grasp.

"You made him cry and now I have even more reason to want to kill you." A dangerous hatred from Saki soaked into his skin and swam around in his body like a serpent.

"What the hell is your problem?!" Hisoka screamed, hoping someone would hear and save him from the lunatic. He planted his fist into the other boy's gut causing him to exhale sharply but he still did not loosen his grip on the blonde.

"My problem? I have a problem with the way you take Tsuzuki for granted! You don't deserve to be near him! These last few months I have seen him walk past my room and every day he looks more and more beautiful yet he doesn't talk to me! Instead he just visits you! You! And all you do is make him sad! " He said as he threw Hisoka too the ground sliding him the distance down the hall he previously intended to walk.

"Tsuzuki is mine!" Saki screamed as he ran after Hisoka and on his way he spied a storage closet conveniently close to where the blonde lay. Hisoka noted Saki's observation and quickly got to his feet to run but the taller boy grabbed him from the back, one hand clamped over his mouth and the other holding his hands behind him, and dragged him into the dark closet.

Saki threw the other boy in and closed the door behind him guarding it with his body. He walked up to Hisoka who gave a kick to his legs but the crazy boy recovered quickly and slammed the blonde into the ground. He then walked to a pile of haphazardly placed medical supplies and found a broken I.V. stand. Hisoka's eyes widened in terror as he saw the boy swing the metal rod at his side like a baseball bat, he felt the ribs in his side crack at the repeated swings to his side.

Holding his side, Hisoka tried to get up and open the door but with every attempt Saki would only beat him to the ground. At one point he had hit the boy's arm and dislocated it sending a bloody scream from his throat. The white haired boy smiled as he dropped the metal rod, he walked back over to the pile of garbage and found a glass jar which he abruptly smashed to pieces. He picked up a shard of glass and stabbed it into the boy's stomach causing another onslaught of guttural noises.

He then got up close to Hisoka's face and murmured "Now, I'm gonna' end this." as he softly tickled the skin of Hisoka's neck with the tip of the shard. He stared at the blonde for a moment, an evil grin planted on his face, and he unexpectedly pressed his lips up against the boy's to the point of bruising him. He pulled back and gave a sick laugh.

"I really am going to miss you." He said with feigned remorse, he then pressed the glass hard up against the soft flesh of Hisoka's neck causing a trickle of blood to ooze from the cut. Suddenly light spilled into the room and orderlies flooded in grabbing the two boys and recovering them from the storage closet.

Hisoka was placed gently out in the hallway and Sherry appeared in front of his eyes which were now seeing vertigo. He could hear the faint sounds of "Hisoka? Are you alright? Can you hear me? Hisoka!" but soon it faded and his vision soon followed suit.

T.B.C. R&R