Welcome to chapter five! Kind of a dorky name for a chapter. There's so many other things I could have named it, but when Watari enters the picture, something has to be weird. I like the show Dead Like Me. Anybody seen it? They spend a lot of their time in a German waffle house. (Der Waffle Hause… Der patty melt…) I'm thinking that's how this waffle house would be set up. Which explains why Tsuzuki brings up it's weird name. A Japanese word naming a German waffle house?

Hisoka wants to be a naughty boy. What can I say? This won't be a habit of his, it's just the circumstances at the moment. He has one of those innocent yet angsty moments. Like… I'm sick of how much pain I've been put through, but now I want to kill my captors. I think he could have any time he wanted to. At least Tsuzuki's there now to keep him in check

I didn't update last night, but rather early this morning because I started a new class yesterday. I'll probably keep updates to Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, Sunday. My college is messed up so those are the days I have class from 5PM to 9PM, giving me the entire morning to write. I write better in the morning. Maybe it's because you aren't in your best mood in the morning so you can really pull out the angst. Or maybe it's just because dreams are fresh in your head, even if you don't remember them. Either way, it works. Late at night works well, too, but I'm usually play World of Warcraft then. (BTW: FOR THE HORDE!)

The next chapter belongs to Muraki, but this one has a little teaser for everybody's favorite sadistic doctor. I made him a mix of the show and the manga. The show Muraki is really subdued compared to the manga and can you believe he has a girlfriend? That's just nuts… It's like, Hi honey! Welcome home! (looks Muraki up and down) Oh no, you got your white suit covered in blood again… What am I going to do with you? It's a pain to get out, you know!

Muraki: Sorry honey… (pouts)

And that's just scary…

Chapter Five: Enter the Waffle House

Hisoka's parents didn't even see him off. When he and Tsuzuki came out with the first boxes, they had already left to celebrate.

"Do you want to get all the boxes now? There's only four." Tsuzuki shifted the light box around in his arms as they walked to the door.

"No. I want to come back one last time." Hisoka looked around. To many, this house would look cozy and comfortable, but to him it was a stagnant cage.

They dropped the first boxes off at Tsuzuki's apartment and returned to the house. As they walked into Hisoka's room, he turned and locked the door.

"Hisoka? Is something wrong?" Tsuzuki was feeling around the room to make sure all the items were packed.

"I want to defile their house of god even more." He hissed. He turned to Tsuzuki and began to unbutton his shirt. "I hate them. I always have. Since I was a child I wanted them to die." Tsuzuki stared at Hisoka as he moved through the moonlight.

"Hisoka, you're upset." Hisoka curled up into his arms. "Do you really want to do it here? It isn't just for revenge?"

"It's a little of both…" Hisoka's heart began to beat faster. He could feel Tsuzuki's hand running down his back. His touch always made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

"Normally, I'd say that that's a terrible reason to want to do this, but in the case of your parents…" Hisoka could see Tsuzuki smile through the moonlight. "I'm more than happy to help." He leaned down and kissed Hisoka's neck, then pushed him to the floor.

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"What are the chances of your parents coming back and soon as we finished up?" Tsuzuki laughed. "If they had caught us they probably would have had me arrested and you crucified." Tsuzuki turned. Hisoka was standing in the doorway. "This is when I say… Welcome home."

Hisoka looked up. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes as he smiled. "I guess this is when I say… I'm home…"

"How about we order out tonight?" Tsuzuki put his box down in the bedroom. "What are you hungry for?" He turned. Hisoka still stood in the doorway, clutching the box.

"I want…" Hisoka looked at the floor. "I want… to go to bed…"

"You're not hungry?" Tsuzuki blinked.

"Yeah, but…" Hisoka shifted.

"Heh." Tsuzuki smiled, "You don't have to worry… We're home. I won't leave if you won't."

Hisoka looked up and locked eyes with Tsuzuki. Tsuzuki's gaze made him feel as though his soul was being pieced into, as if Tsuzuki was reading his thoughts and memories. "I'm… home…"

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"GAAAAAAAAAAH! Hisoka! Get up!" Tsuzuki was running around the bedroom, one leg in his pants, shirt half buttoned, and hair tousled. "We're gonna be late!"

"Hmmm?" Hisoka sat up and rubbed his eyes. "What are you doing…?"

"What do you mean? If we are late again, they'll probably fire me and expel you!" Tsuzuki attempted to pull his pants on correctly. Failing, he fell to the ground.

Hisoka peered over the bed and snickered. "Tsuzuki, it's Saturday."

"Oh, er, uh…" Tsuzuki struggled to his knees and sat his head on the bed. "I totally knew that. I was just… testing you."

"Since you're up, I'll go make breakfast." Hisoka threw his legs over the edge of the bed and grabbed his jeans off the floor.

Tsuzuki watched him put on his jeans and walk towards the door. "Actually, how about we go out for breakfast. My treat."

"Tsuzuki…" Hisoka frowned. "I want to get a job and help out… I don't want you to keep treating me to places."

"Okay, how about breakfast today is my way of congratulating you on making a life changing decision!" Tsuzuki smiled.

"Huh?" Hisoka cocked his head to the side. Tsuzuki walked over to him and wrapped an arm around his waist. "I guess you can treat one last time…"

"Welcome to the Sakura Waffle House." Watari Yui blinked. "Whoa, wait a second!" She pulled back her long, blond hair. "Sensei? Kurosaki?"

Hisoka turned red and Tsuzuki laughed. "Small world! Hi there, Yui-chan!" Tsuzuki folded his menu.

"Well, well, I caught sensei and Kurosaki on a date. And so early! What were you two up to last night?" Yui leaned on the table. She looked over to Hisoka. He looked him up and down; his hair was still disheveled and he was swimming in one of Tsuzuki's sweaters.

"Weird name for a waffle house." Tsuzki looked at the cover of the pink menu.

"Well, the owner isn't quite right." Yui smiled, content that she had figured out the stance of Tsuzuki's and Hisoka's relationship.

"Not quite right, eh?" Yui jumped and spun around. A beautiful blond man in a white coat stood behind her, an owl perched on his shoulder.

"Eh, heh… Hi dad." Yui laughed nervously.

"Ehhhh? Watari? You own this place?" Tsuzuki cocked his head to the side with a surprised look on his face. "I thought you were teaching college physics in Tokyo."

"I do!" Watari Yutaka smiled proudly. "I bought this little place to show the world my amazing cooking!"

"You don't do the cooking, dad." Yui mumbled. "So, sensei, can I take your order?"

"No need!" Watari plopped down next to Tsuzuki. He patted the table. "Bring us two of my special secret breakfast platter of glory! Oh…" Watari finally noticed Hisoka. "You're a quiet one." He looked up at Yui. "Make that three!"

Yui sighed. "Yes, dad." She looked Hisoka over once more, then turned and walked away.

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"This looks… interesting…" Hisoka tried to keep his face from twisting in disgust as Yui placed a plate covered in pancakes, bananas, syrup, strawberries, and chocolate was placed in front of him. He looked over at Tsuzuki and Watari, but both were already stuffing their faces with the terrifying platter. He poked at it with his fork.

"What's wrong, bon?" Watari noticed Hisoka turning green.

"Nothing…" He pulled a piece off the mountain of food and placed it up to his mouth. He took a deep breath then, placed the piece in his mouth. The monstrous creation was actually rather good; a bit sweet for his tastes, but not bad.

"So, are you Tsuzuki's relative?" Watari had already finished his plate and was waiting for another.

"Oh, uh, Hisoka is a student of mine." Tsuzuki finished his and was starting to pick off of Hisoka's. "I'm his neighbor and I'm taking care of him for the time being."

"Like a gallant white knight!" Watari smiled up at Yui as she delivered another plate.

"Why do people keep saying that?" Tsuzuki sweated. He had already finished off half of Hisoka's plate.

"You two should come here more often." Watari waved his fork at Hisoka. "I'll treat you even if I'm not here!"

"Hmm… Do you have any job openings here?" Tsuzuki's eyes met Hisoka's.

"Leaving the teaching biz?" Watari laughed. "Or are you finally getting canned?"

"Neither." Tsuzuki huffed. "Hisoka wants a job."

"Oh, hmm…" Watari frowned for the first time since Hisoka met him. "Sorry, but I just hired a friend of my daugher's for the job I had open." He motioned towards a dark haired girl talking to Yui.

Hisoka recognized the girl from his class. After a moment he remembered her name. "Mitsuki-san?"

"Yeah, yeah! That's her name!" Watari nodded.

Hisoka frowned. For some reason, he didn't want Mitsuki to see him and he hoped that Yui wasn't telling her they were there. "Tsuzuki, can we go? I'm feeling tired." He motioned to the crowds of people.

"Oh, yeah." Tsuzuki nodded. He turned to Watari. "Thank you for our breakfast. It was delicious and we will be sure to come back for breakfast again."

"Sure, no problem!" Watari stood as Yui began clearing the plates. "Come back anytime! And if I'm not here, just ask for the Watari Super Special Great Plate!" Watari gave a thumbs up and his owl flapped its wings.

Tsuzuki stood and shook hands with Watari. He handed a tip to Yui and walked towards the door. Hisoka kept as close as he could to keep out of Mitsuki's line of sight. "Thanks again! See you Monday, Yui-chan." Yui and Watari waved as Tsuzuki and Hisoka walked out of the door.

"Yui-chan?" Mitsuki walked up to Yui and stared out the door. "Was sensei just here?"

"Yeah, he's a friend of my father's." Yui smiled. She had seen the look in Hisoka's eyes and felt it best not to mention he was with Tsuzuki.

"How do you like working here so far, Aki-chan?" Watari smiled.

"It's very nice. I am glad you allowed me to work here." She smiled at Watari. As he walked away she looked out the windows in the direction Tsuzuki went.

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"Are you okay, Hisoka?" Tsuzuki frowned.

"Yeah, just a lot of people were coming in is all." Hisoka sighed.

"Hey, let's go shopping." Tsuzuki placed a hand on Hisoka's head and ruffled his already mussed hair.

"Shopping?" Hisoka looked up at him. Normally somebody like Tsuzuki would make him sick, but something about him was endearing. He smiled.

"Ta dah!" Tsuzuki stopped quickly. Hisoka nearly bumped into him. He looked up at the store sign. They stood in front of a high class clothing store.

"You meant clothes shopping?" Hisoka mumbled.

"It's an expensive store, but the stuff you get there doesn't really look high class." Tsuzuki smiled.

"How can you afford a nice apartment, a nice car, and fancy clothes?" Hisoka mumbled. He looked Tsuzuki from head to toe. He was wearing a pair of dirty, ripped blue jeans and a light pink dress shirt. "You don't look rich… Are you a drug dealer by night or something?"

"Hisoka is mean." Tsuzuki pouted. "Actually, when I was living abroad I won an American lottery. I put it in my host family's name and we took it bulk and split it 50/50."

"I didn't think you acted like a dignified wealthy person… You don't even act Japanese. I'd think you were raised in the United States."

Tsuzuki was still pouting. "My love muffin is so mean to me."

"Love… muffin…?" Hisoka's face went pale. Tsuzuki took advantage of his weakened condition to pull him into the store.

"I think that was what they call a "poser store." Hisoka sighed. He was carrying two bags stuffed with clothing.

"What do you mean?" Tsuzuki peaked from around his stack of bags.

"I mean, it is a store meant for rich people who want to be thought of as badass instead of preppy." Hisoka looked up at a clock in front of a bank. "It's always past noon."

"Oooooh! Let's go to Saiki-chan's for lunch!" Tsuzuki jumped up and down, almost dropping the bags.

"I thought breakfast was the last time you were treating me." Hisoka hissed.

"Oh… yeah… I guess I kinda lied." Normally Hisoka would be annoyed about somebody like Tsuzuki. Instead he just shrugged it off and smiled.

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"ASATO-KUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!" As soon as the door opened, Saiki came flying to them. She somehow found a piece of Tsuzuki through the bags that was large enough to hug.

"Saiki-chan! You're a fast one!" Tsuzuki struggled to keep his balance.

"I could smell you coming!" Saiki grinned. She pulled a bag away from Tsuzuki's face. "Shall I seat you in your favorite lunchtime seat?"

"That'd be great." Tsuzuki smiled. Hisoka picked up the bag Saiki had removed from in front of Tsuzuki's face.

Saiki led them to a secluded seat next to a large window. It was nestled in the corner next to an electric fireplace. "I'll serve you two personally." She said with a smile.

"Hmmm," Tsuzuki looked around the dining area. There were only two waitresses working. "A bit understaffed today. What happened to that nice foreign boy?"

"Miki?" Saiki pouted. "He went back home. He finished his abroad schooling. I haven't gotten to put a wanted ad out yet. I was planning on it tomorrow. He was such a hard worker."

"You know," Tsuzuki smiled slyly at Hisoka, "Hisoka is looking for a job. Maybe you don't have to put out an ad."

"Oh, is that right?" She smiled at Hisoka.

"Uh, um… Well, if you'll take me, I'll do my best." Hisoka looked up at Saiki.

"That'd be great!" Saiki jumped. "Is it possible for you to start tomorrow? I know it's short notice, but…"

"That will be fine." Tsuzuki answered for Hisoka.

"Yay! Well, then, let me go get you a uniform. I think all we have left are the female uniforms, but they are basically the same; just a bow tie instead of a regular tie." Saiki examined Hisoka. "I image you can fit better in the female uniform anyways."

Hisoka blushed and Tsuzuki laughed. "Well, now that we found Hisoka a job, we can eat in peace." Tsuzuki began to order without opening the menu.

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"Well, here's your dessert!" Saiki placed the plates in front of them. The same chocolate monstrosity as before was taunting Hisoka again. "And, here's your uniform!" She set a bag on the floor next to Hisoka's feet. "So, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes ma'am." Hisoka picked up the fork and poked at the dessert. Tsuzuki had already downed half of his.

"None of this ma'am stuff! Do I look like an old maid?" Saiki pouted.

"Well, you don't look like a maid!" Tsuzuki smirked.

"WAAAAAAAAAH!" Saiki fake cried. She smacked Tsuzuki upside the head. "How mean! Asato-kun must hate me to say something like that."

"How crowded is it here when I'll be working…" Hisoka frowned as Tsuzuki finished his plate and was starting on Hisoka's.

"Uh?" Saiki looked around. "At dinner time it's usually all tables full and an hour wait."

"I… see." Hisoka was afraid of that. Why did Tsuzuki have to find him a job someplace so public?

"Is there something wrong?" Saiki crouched down next to his seat.

"Hisoka doesn't do well in crowds." Tsuzuki pulled his hand back as Hisoka tried to stab it with his fork.

"Well, I'll keep you to the private section for the time being, but I'm going to work you into the crowd eventually." Saiki smiled.

Hisoka stood and grabbed the bag. "I need to get some air. Thank you for the meal, Rialdo-san." He bowed and walked towards the door.

"Hisoka, wait!" Tsuzuki shoveled the rest of the dessert in his mouth and jumped up. "I'm sorry, Saiki, but…"

"It's okay. Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow anyways." She smiled and bowed.

Tsuzuki stumbled as he picked up all the bags and ran after Hisoka. He caught the boy just as he reached the waiting room. He grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. Hisoka's face was pale. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just felt nauseous is all." Hisoka didn't like lying to Tsuzuki, but he didn't want to say what he really felt. Tsuzuki was being generous taking him in without having him pay rent after all.

"Well, let's go home." Tsuzuki took Hisoka's hand and walked towards the door. As he reached for the door, it flew open and hit him in the face. "Owww." Tsuzuki pouted and rubbed his nose.

"I am extremely sorry." The man who had opened the door grabbed Tsuzuki's hand from his nose. "Allow me to look at it, I am a doctor."

"Oh, uh," Tsuzuki blinked as the man's pale face moved up to his own. "I heal fast, so it's no biggie."

"Indeed, you do." The man smiled. The smile sent chills up Tsuzuki's spine.

"Let's go, Hisoka." He shook off the doctor and took Hisoka's hand. He took another look at the man and led the boy out the door. Hisoka had kept his eyes closed trying to keep his on setting lunch crowd nausea from getting the better of him.

The man in white looked out the door after them. His eyes landed on Hisoka and a smirk came across his face.