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Wow, ok, this took a really long time to get up, and there's no excuse as to why its such a crappy chapter. Anyways I'm sorry for the delay I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as I can. R&R

Chapter 10

Hisoka lay on his bed enjoying in the warm breeze wafting through his window, occasionally blowing the translucent summer curtains up causing them to brush gently across his face. Ever since his experience with Tsuzuki the night before his world was all hearts and sparkles, every small thing reminded him of his significant other, the touch of curtains was now teasing him with a touch that reminded him of Tsuzuki.

The sound of the doorbell rang and Hisoka would have continued to lie on his bed daydreaming if his mother hadn't called to him from the downstairs indicating that a visitor, no doubt Tsuzuki, was there to see him. Sure enough as he got to the door the purpled eyed man was staring at him from behind his mother who just looked cranky. Hisoka almost tackled the man to the ground if his mother hadn't suddenly pressed her finger against his neck.

"What's this?!" She asked as she pressed against the red mark on his neck making it go white before she took her finger away.

"Ah-uh…" Hisoka just looked at his friend trying to think of a logical explanation that his mother wouldn't beat him for. Tsuzuki just stared back at him, his eyes frantic, hoping his lover wouldn't spill the beans.

"Morika. You know the girl I saw a few days ago…" He felt bad lying about Tsuzuki but he knew that if his parents ever found out he had fallen for a man, he wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Morika," Hisoka's mother said with a pleased tone in her voice, "So you liked her? I really thought that Ai was much more attractive but I guess it's about your taste, not mine. Well Morika is a good choice, her father recently just bought out another company she'll make a good wife when the time comes." The woman then turned around and went off to do what ever it was that she did all day; even Hisoka wasn't sure how she spent her time.

The two retreated up to the boy's room as usual. Tsuzuki stood with his hands behind his back as he stared out the bed room window, pretending like nothing happened the night before. He shot a glance at Hisoka out of the corner of his eye to see him staring back. He turned to him and gave him a small smile and despite the magnitude of the gesture it made the boy push him to the bed.

"I missed you." Hisoka breathed into the other man's ear as he kissed around his neck.

"I missed you too," He said with a startled chuckle, "I'm guessing last night left made quite an impact."

"Yeah…" He said simply as he captured warm rose petals with his mouth. His hands massaged there way down Tsuzuki's body to the edge of his pants where they stopped for a moment. Tsuzuki took advantage of the pause and took his shirt off, Hisoka soon followed suit and continued his exploration of his lover's body.

Tsuzuki brought his hands up behind the blonde's back pressing the boy too him so he could capture a small peak in his mouth. Hisoka let out a low groan and pressed his hand against the man's erection in sweet revenge.

Suddenly a gasp was heard and their attention was directed at Hisoka's mother standing in his door way.

"What the hell is going on?!" She screamed as sped over to the bed and pulled the two apart. She held her son by the arm; who immediately collapsed to the floor as her rage stabbed a hole in his chest.

"Hisoka! Are you all right?" Tsuzuki said as he attempted to help the empath, but his mother pushed him away.

"Don't you dare touch him…" She warned with a harshness in her voice that made the purple eyed man wince, "I should have known what was going on here…a perfectly grown man always visiting a sixteen year old kid!"

Tsuzuki stood in silence as he stared at the floor.

"Well what do you have to say for yourself, you god damn pedophile!?" She screamed as she slapped him.

"Stop it! He's not bad!" Hisoka said through heavy sobs, "It's not his fault…I wanted him to visit me."

"Why are you protecting this pervert?!" She yelled down at him.

"Because I love him."

She let go of Hisoka's arm and walked over to the shirts on the ground throwing them to their respective owners.

"You," She addressed the man in calm yet firm tone, "Get your shirt on and leave. I don't want to see your face around here again. And if you come here again I will see to it that you spend the rest of your life in a state penitentiary." Tsuzuki obeyed and gave a sad glance at Hisoka, who was silently sobbing on the ground, and left.

"Hisoka, you have five minutes to compose yourself. You are to meet me downstairs." The woman then turned and left yet Hisoka could still hear her high heels clacking down the hallway. He grabbed at his shoulders an let out more vocal weeping that would have looked more appropriate on a girl than a boy; he knew that it was quite possibly the end of his association with Tsuzuki, and that he would most likely never see those amethyst eyes again. He grabbed his shirt and slid it over his shivering form and walked to the lower half of the house preparing himself for the argument to come.

His mother stood against the door of his father's study. By the silence in the room Hisoka could tell that she had not told him yet. Without looking at her son; his mother knocked on the door.

"Nagare, I need to speak to you." She said through the heavy wooden door, "It's about our son." The door opened to her request and a man with shaggy blonde hair that was longer in the front than in the back appeared from behind it. His posture and calm demeanor reeked of aristocratic blood, even though his mother and father shared the same blood through second cousins, his father was always "better" than everyone else, always giving the most important people his time, his family not falling in that category.

"Come in." He said politely as if addressing strangers.

"You're aware of your son's friend, are you not?"

"Yes, what about him?" He asked as he politely clasped his hands.

The woman pushed Hisoka up to his father, "Tell him what you did."

"No." He said as he shook his head.

"Tell him!" She demanded again.

"I'm not going to! There's no reason I need to be punished!" He shouted.

"Just what is this about?" Nagare asked, his voice slowly showing how annoyed he was.

"I saw our son having sex with that pervert! He has marks on his neck to prove it too!"

"What?!" He blared as he stood up, his hands placed firmly on his desk.

"We weren't having sex!" Hisoka defended.

"Well I'm sure it's happened in the past!" She retorted.

Nagare fixed his enraged attention on the boy, who tried not to shudder under his glare, "Did you have sex with him?! A man?!"

Hisoka shook his head in denial when he really wanted to say "Yes, and it was the best I've ever had. Maybe you should try men." But he figured if he admitted it, they would have most likely had Tsuzuki arrested for rape or sodomy.

"Your lying aren't you, boy?!" The man said as he moved towards his son, "The two things in this world I hate most are liars and homosexuals! How could my son become both?!"

"Well if you don't like it, then I'll leave!" Hisoka snapped.

Nagare slammed the boy against the wall by his neck, "You will do no such thing."

The pressure on his neck kept him mute but it didn't keep him from glaring at his father. Nagare's anger only grew as he watched the boy's emeralds mirror his own glower. He let go of Hisoka for a brief minute and slammed his fist into his face sending him skidding against the floor, Hisoka's mother gasped in horror as she watched Nagare pick the boy up again to hit him.

"Nagare! Stop it!" She screamed but her husband didn't hold back in beating his son. She ran up and grabbed his arm but with, what seemed like, a minor hit he sent her slamming into the floor.

"Nagare…" She said through a bloodly lip, "I'm warning you, if you don't put that boy down I will not hesitate to call the police!"

Nagare stood still yet placed the boy down, his eyes fixed on his wife who was now braced against the wall with he fists clenched. She bent down and picked Hisoka up by the wrist and dragged him out of the room.

The sun shining through the kitchen windows would have been very calming if it wasn't for the throbbing in his head. He sat with his head pressed against the cool table top his arms trying to shield his view from the sun light. His mother stood silently at the kitchen sink wetting a cloth, she wringed it out and walked over to Hisoka.

"Look at me." She demanded, the blonde brought his head up so she could wash the blood off his face.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked; his voice weak.

She stood silent for a moment as she blotted at the cuts, "I didn't think he'd react like that…"

Hisoka sat and stared at her in bewilderment, as she cleaned up his face. She went back to the sink for a moment and stared out the window as she rinsed the now bloody fabric. She threw the cloth into the sink and balanced on her hands her head lowered as she let out a sob.

"Mom…?" He asked as he gently placed a hand on her arm. Images now flew through his head like lightning, images of a lovely woman with golden hair being thrown against walls and chairs getting smacked an beaten by angry fists as she clung to the shoulders of a crying child.

"Since when have you been sleeping with demons?!" Nagare bellowed as he slapped Hisoka's mother across the cheek.

"What?!" She screamed as she pressed her son closer to her.

"That is not my son!" He screamed as he pointed at Hisoka.

"Yes he is! I swear to you he is!" She pleaded.

"No. No he's not. I don't associate myself with whores and monsters…" He said as he left the room, slamming hard wooden doors behind him. The woman sank to her kneese so she was eye level with her crying son, strands of gold fell in front of her dead green eyes and she whispered. "You are a monster…"

Hiska pulled his hand away, his eyes wide with horror and sadness; small sobs escaped his throat as he was now looking into his mother's eyes.

"Don't look at me like that…" She said in a soft angry tone, but Hisoka didn't stop.

"You really are a monster…" She said again with a bitter laugh.

Hisoka grabbed hold of her arm again but now pulled her into an embrace, his arms tight around her waist and his head resting on her shoulder. He pressed his face into her hair and took in the sent that he was never able to experience when he was young, the scent of home, the sent of love, flowers, and comfort. He heard a shuddered breath come from his mother before she muttered "Get out of here."

T.B.C….

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