I sat on the chair in the Ministry reading a book. Tszuki was chomping away at sweets like always. I let out a small sigh and told him good night.

"You ok Hisoka? You haven't been your self lately. Your colder than usual."

" I'm fine Tszuki…I'm fine."

I began to lie down on the soft bed and laid my head on the silky feather pillows. For some reason, I haven't been sleeping as much anymore. I would say I may be sick but I can't be sick, I'm dead. Then again, if I am dead why do I sleep? It is probably out of habit. I gently rubbed the temples of my head. Frustrating. Everything was just getting so frustrating. I closed my eyes but quickly awoke from some one screaming.

" Stay away from us freak!"

I bolted up and found myself in unfamiliar surroundings. I saw a woman of possibly 30 with light brown hair and green eyes. She looked like me.

" Why me? Why me? Why did I have to have a freak for a son?"

I looked over to who she was yelling at. A small boy, almost identical to her with the same light brown hair and green eyes, it then accorded to me. " This is my memories of my family," I silently whispered. Luckily when I am in memories I'm nothing more than a shadow.

Then a fierce looking elderly man came out. He had black hair with hints of graying and blue eyes. He glared at me, the past me, and put a hand on who I believe it to be my mother's shoulder attempting to comfort her.

" Don't worry my dear. We'll make sure he's no longer a freak."

This man, most likely my father, began to go towards me. " Don't worry 'son', it's not going to hurt."

He said that word, son, as if it was praising the devil himself. The small version of me couldn't move from fright as the stern man grabbed for him.

" Hisoka!" cried out an unknown voice. It sounded so familiar.

" Hisoka! Wake up!"

I then awoken, I looked up to see who woke me up, it was Tszuki, but this was not the first time he has seen me like this. There was on the ship when I had the memory of Muraki raping me. Before tonight it was the only thing I could remember.

On that night for some odd reason I could not sleep at all, maybe it was from that eerie red moon. I decided to take a stroll near the sakura blossoms; I then saw something I shouldn't have seen. For I heard a loud shriek; then went to investigate for the source of this mysterious noise.

Body parts. Body parts were everywhere. They appeared to be those of a young woman, they were dispersed ubiquitously there was a limb here, a limb there, limbs were everywhere. The blood surrounded everything, reflecting the blood red moon.

I then noticed a man. A man with snow white hair and silver eyes, allowing some hair to cover the left one, I could not help but gasp, and he was the one that killed this innocent woman. He then looked at me with a crazy look in his eye. I fell unconscious.

I now know that man was Muraki, the one who raped and cursed me. His voice still rings in his ear. "My puppet…" "Let me see that gruesome glow…"

End chapter one: The Dream or a memory?

A/n: Ok, through #1-3 Hisoka's family is not mentioned. If for some reason you know something I don't tell me. Also if you comment, please do not scream out " This sucked," or anything of the sort. Instead please send something that can help me make this better.