Muraki looked around the hallway they were traveling through. Never before had he been allowed to look so freely upon Meifu, however, he was still prevented from lingering by the two shinigami that flanked him. He smirked at Tatsumi on his right, enjoying the shadow masters obvious discomfort at the close proximity of the two of them. Muraki chuckled to himself and grabbed the other mans hand, holding it to his belly and proclaiming loudly, "Can you feel the baby kicking?" Tatsumi glared at the other man… wo-man before moving his hand away. He straightened out his tie to regain his composure, and continued walking. Muraki smirked. Tatsumi glanced over at Watari, who gave him a sympathetic look.
"Where are we taking you?" Tatsumi asked, clearing his throat.
"Well-" Muraki began, "Oriya is rather busy at work, if you know what I mean- So I have no place to stay."
"Mmm that's how it is," Watari replied.
As the three continued to walk, Muraki in his own little world, an idea crossed Tatsumi's mind. He looked over at Watari and began to make hand gestures of covering his face with a creepy smile. Watari returned the gesture with a blank look at first, but then returned it with a hand covering his face and the other one grabbing his crotch. Tatsumi nodded, sharing a secret smile returned by the long haired scientist.
"So, Muraki, ummm, you plan to keep this child then I assume?" Tatsumi started, trying to sound as calm and mature as one could talking with a pregnant chemical- transsexual.
"Are you implying, Mr. Tatsumi, that I "take care of it"?" Muraki replied with a devilish smirk, "Because I hope you don't think I would contribute willingly to the murder of an 'innocent child', now do you?"
"You have no problem murdering other innocents! You monster! You rape children, you raped Hisoka! How could you even imply that terminating this abomination inside you would be murder in your eyes?" The usually composed man that Tatsumi was now became a shaking and furious mess, while the pale figure which was the source of such outrage stood facing him and his rage calmly, the hint of a bemused expression on his face.
"I can't murder MY own blood."
"But you murdered your own brother!" Watari exclaimed.
Muraki closed her eyes ever so confidently. "My dear brother was never inside of myself, no matter how much I wished it so." Watari had a look of disgust on his face. "How can I be so cruel to something I created out of love?" a sly smile curved the corners of Muraki's mouth into a sadistic grin.
Neither of the shinigami said a word as they rushed Muraki to the other side of Meifu, towards the Hall of Candles. Hopefully something could be done about this twisted fiend.
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Terazuma could be heard on the other side of the wooden door. Hisoka was having second thoughts about asking his coworker for the use of his couch and was about to leave when the door opened and a shirtless, disgruntled man stood before him.
"Hisoka? What the hell do you want? I was watching The O.C.! The blond guys being seduced, that's the closest thing to sex I've had in too long." Terazuma stopped short on his rant as the smaller boy stared up at him with tears in his eyes. Only then did he notice the suitcase sitting on the ground next to the green eyed youth.
"Are you okay Hisoka? You talked to Tsuzuki didn't you?" he asked gruffly, uncomfortable being in the presence of Hisoka on the verge of tears. This discomfort was instantly picked up by the empath and Hisoka started to turn to leave, mumbling, "I'm fine, forget I was hear…"
"No, it's okay…do you need a place to stay?" The older man asked, placing a hand on Hisokas' shoulder and turning him back to face him.
"Could I just sleep over tonight? I …I don't want to be alone, but I just can't be near Tsuzuki or the others tonight." His sandy blond hair rustled around his face. Just peaking out from the collar of Hisoka's orange sweatshirt, Terazuma could see the red marks that made up the old curse glaring out in the darkness.
"It's Muraki and the babyisn't it?" Terazuma couldn't help blushing, while the incident had struck him as the funniest thing since the time Watari had turned himself into a child, he genuinely felt bad for Hisoka.
"Terazuma, how could he do this to me?" Hisoka shook his head and looked back up at the shapeshifter. The shinigami looked around, for something to hide behind, anything, but there was no escaping the awkwardness of this moment. This only left Terazuma one more question, how do you comfort your homosexual, forever young, cursed co-worker when he finds his lover impregnated his own rapist? Plato or Aristotle never had that issue to puzzle over, and Terazuma did not want to be the one to break new ground for it. However, the situation was there, so he did the only thing he could think todo to ease his whimpering friends pain.
"Want a beer?" Terezuma asked.
"Sure... and could we watch your American television show... pretend we're normal humans for tonight?" Hisoka almost smiled, but the over all effect was a conveying of pure emotional and physical exhaustion. Terazuma smiled and led his friend and fellow shinigami inside his bachelor pad.
"Even though you like men, this show will be interesting for you, the guys are hot!…erm...so Wakaba-chan informs me anyway, not that I'd know."
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Tsuzuki sat alone watching Days of Our Lives. He had a box of tissues and a box of chocolates as comfort. He had thought about getting booze but since alcohol was responsible for this incident he went for the safe things. Like sweets and soap operas.
"How could you do this Mimi?! Bell is married to Phillip now! Marriage is forever! They shared vows, marriage is sacred. Doesn't that mean anything to you???" The TV soap opera actor proclaimed.
"But Bell and Shawn belong together. They're my best friends, it seems right." Mimi retorted.
Tsuzuki sniffed.
"Yeah… Hisoka and I belong together too… dammit." He hugged a pillow and plopped a chocolate in his mouth. "What should I do…? Should I respect Hisoka's wishes and wait for his call? Or should I go out and try to talk to him…?" He glanced up at the TV and waited for the answer, which did not come. "Soap opera! You failed me in my time of need!" He threw the pillow at the TV set and stared off into space.
Knock knock
Tsuzuki glanced up at the door. Maybe… could it be….? He got up and rushed to the door, his heart pounding in his chest like a bird on high adrenaline rush. "Hiso-" But to his disappointment it was Tatsumi at the door. "Tatsumi? What are you doing here?"
He held up a box of Chinese take out. "I thought you might be hungry." Tsuzuki looked up at the other shinigami.
"I'm not hungry though..." Tatsumi came in and shut the apartment door behind him.
A/N: Well, here's another chapter, forgive us, college is a preoccupation for the noble pursuits of fan fiction. Hope this one was just as entertaining as the other chapters. More to come shortly (we mean it this time). - MangaMazoku..
Hey there people! It's been so long since we have last terrorized the fan fiction world! Lol Yeah, school has taken a huge chunk of time away from our previous care free schedules… we will be posting more things soon! Enjoy the craziness! AnimeYoukai (.)