So much for omake being comedy. :X Anyways! For anybody who thinks crossovers are cheesy, my utmost apologies, but I just had to do it. XD Gomen! hands out Hisoka plushies to all the disappointed people

Anyways, please enjoy this chapter! I don't think this crossover character was poorly integrated! You may not even know who he is. XD I just felt that his mysterious sexiness fit the place better than any character I could ever make, plus he has a bit of a back story for those of you who know him.

How many of you out there play games? On the different systems this is what I'm playing:

PS2: Inuyasha RPG, .hackOutbreak, Final Fantasy X-2 (When I'm reeeeeeally bored… I can't play it otherwise. X.x''' That's why I haven't beaten it yet. XD)

GBA: Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories (already finished it, but playing it again because it's just that good!) I finished all my other GBA games… ;;

GC: Animal Crossing, Resident Evil 4, Product Number 03, Zelda: The Wind Waker

It won't be hard, I don't think, but whoever guesses what the character is from that is making a cameo in this chapter… wins… What do you win? The praise of winning. What? I have no money. What do you want from me?

Does anybody read these little blurbs of mine anyways? I'm beginning to doubt it. O.o Although, I have been talked on DeviantArt, so maybe some people do. I like posting stuff on there… I post at least once or twice a week. I just posted two things today for crying out loud. I even did three journal entries in one day. o.O Well, now that I just did random chatter… o.o Enjoy!

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Yami Yami Omake Kyuu!

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"That's it! Have a great weekend!" Tsuzuki smiled and closed his lesson planner. The class let out sighs and cheers. "Now, don't take this first week as a show of what the rest of the year will be like. I'm one of those hard asses who makes you take tests once or twice a week!"

"Haaaai, sensei!" The class laughed.

"Kyaaaa… Did the word I was a high school teacher get around already?" Tsuzuki pouted.

As the class filed out, a few girls rushed up to Tsuzuki.

"Sensei!" A girl with short hair smiled. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

Tsuzuki smiled. "Today I'm going out to dinner with my wife!"

"Whaaa!" A red hair girl squeaked. "You're married!"

"Noooooo!" The group of girls squealed and ran out the door.

Tsuzuki smiled after them and quickly shuffled his papers into his briefcase. He slammed the case shut and began shuffling to the door.

"Tsuzuki-san." The voice coming from the upper exit cause Tsuzuki's skin to crawl. He spun around. Walking down the stairs towards him was Muraki. "I'm glad you haven't left yet."

"Muraki!" Tsuzuki clenched his teeth. His jaw began to ache. "What are you doing here?"

"I just wish to congratulate you on your wedding. I do not believe I did so at the reception." Muraki smirked and walked up to Tsuzuki.

"I'm sure that's all you want." Tsuzuki scoffed.

"Well, I also wanted to know if you enjoy causing that boy so much pain." Muraki stopped a few feet from Tsuzuki and pulled out a cigarette.

"What are you talking about?" Tsuzuki tried not to falter. If Muraki got to him even a little bit, he would crumble.

"That boy… Because of you, he has gone through tremendous pain. Surely you realized this?" Muraki lit the cigarette and glanced up at Tsuzuki. He smirked. Tsuzuki's cold eyes had a sign of fear in them. "From that look, I assume you don't understand. Allow me to explain. Shall we talk elsewhere? There is a wonderful tea house near here…" Muraki slowly walked from the room.

Tsuzuki watched him leave. He hesitated for a moment. He wants me to follow him. He thought as he stared after the man. I… I can't fall for it… but… Tsuzuki increased his grip on his briefcase until his knuckles turned white. He quickly ran after the man in white.

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"Asato still isn't out of class?" Hisoka looked around. He had been standing by Tsuzuki's car for half an hour. Tsuzuki had told him he would be there right after his class let out. Hisoka sighed and plopped onto the ground. "He could have at least left me the keys." Hisoka looked at the bright red car. He had learned from experience that touching a car with a security system was a bad idea.

He sighed and shuffled through his pockets until he found a crumpled piece of paper. He pulled it out and flattened it. It was the Tsuzuki side of the image of Saiki, Tsuzuki, and himself. "What could possibly have happened to him…" As Hisoka was about to place the picture back in his pocket, a wind blew hard and torn the image from his grip. "Shit!" Hisoka jumped up and stumbled after the quickly fleeting paper.

As the wind drew the picture to a wall, Hisoka caught up to it. He reached down to grab it and another wind flew it straight up the wall. "No!" Hisoka jumped towards the picture just as it was snatched away by a shadowy figure.

"Lose something?" A male voice came from the top of the wall. Hisoka stepped back as a boy in a long, black trench coat jumped from the wall. The boy pulled back the hood of his coat, revealing sharp, green eyes and shoulder length silver hair. He examined the picture and handed it to Hisoka. "That your boyfriend? He stand you up? If I were your guy, I wouldn't stand up a pretty girl like yourself." The boy smiled and leaned towards Hisoka. "Ara? You're a boy, aren't you?"

"Y… yes…" Hisoka blushed and shoved the picture in his pocket.

"Sorry, sorry!" The boy laughed. "Looking like this, I usually pick up on fellow bishonen. My bad!" The boy frowned and looked back at the worried face before him. "Is this person missing? I can help you find him."

"Missing?" Hisoka blinked. "Yeah, I guess he is missing." Hisoka looked up at the wall they were standing next to. It was at least fifteen feet tall. "Hey, what were you doing on that wall?"

"Hmm?" The boy looked up the wall then back to Hisoka. "I was looking for somebody. Best way to find somebody is by looking from up high, ne?" The boy smiled.

Hisoka felt his face burn. The boy's smile was calm and soothing, but at the same time dark and sad. The emotions he was feeling from the boy seemed to be a void, much like what he felt around Muraki.

"Ara? Why are you blushing? I mean, I know I'm hot, but you're obviously taken." The boy smirked.

"Th… That's not it!" Hisoka barked.

"So, do you want my help or not?" The boy held out his hand.

"Y… you're looking for somebody, right? We'll help each other, I guess…" Hisoka stared at the boy's hand. He slowly held out his own.

The boy grabbed Hisoka hand and smiled. "Well, then. What's your name?"

"Kuro… no… Tsuzuki Hisoka." Hisoka stared down at their locked hands. He couldn't feel or see anything about this mysterious person. It was like there was a wall of darkness separating him from everything else.

"Well, Tsuzuki Hisoka, my name is Riku!" Riku let go of Hisoka's hand. "I'll call you Hisoka. First names are just easier. Shall we?" Riku turned and began walking towards the campus. Hisoka blinked and ran after him.

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Tsuzuki glanced down at his watch. He had been taken in by Muraki after all and now Hisoka was waiting for him. He sighed and stared down at his tea. "Can we hurry this up? I have a prior engagement."

"Indeed." Muraki set his teacup down and folded his hands on the table. "That boy was able to flee my curse, at least for a little while. He was able to survive. However, just when he is finally able to become a normal person, a man with strong emotions for him approaches him. How terrifying it must have been for one as traumatized as he. Worse yet, your strong emotions overcame his own. He was taken in by you. How upsetting."

"You don't think Hisoka actually loves me? You think it's just my emotions rubbing off on him?" Tsuzuki growled.

"You are much sharper than you look, Tsuzuki-san." Muraki frowned. "This is a serious discussion. I am not attempting to trick you in any way. Out of all the people who have hurt that boy, you have hurt him the most."

"What?" Tsuzuki blinked. Once again, he was being taken in by Muraki's quick remarks.

"He no longer lives for himself. He must live as your emotions guide him. He is merely a shell. A doll. A puppet. I have seen what is inside that boy…" Muraki smirked. "He hates you."

"Hates… me…?" Tsuzuki felt his heart stop at the words. "Th… this is just one of your mind games…" Tsuzuki jumped up, knocking over his chair. The other customers turned towards him for a moment, then quickly turned back to their own tables.

Muraki calmly sipped his tea. He set the cup down and slowly stood. "Shall we go someplace more private?"