A/N:3 Is me updating a good thing? Geez, I nearly forgot what happened in this story after being dead for so long xx. So please enjoy!
Tsuzuki and Hijiri looked and looked on the top deck and all the rooms on it. The ballroom was still filled with people dancing or eating. Some people lingered outside and chatting amiably. Since most of the guests were still inside the room, Tsuzuki and Hijiri had to be discreet in their search for Hisoka to avoid being suspicious.
"I wonder when you and Hisoka are going to have your wedding," chuckled the smaller brunette. "I would never miss it!"
"Heh," Tsuzuki grinned stiffly. "I'll let you know." He had hoped to be married as quickly as they aboard the boat, but the shinigami realized that the ceremonies were on a first come-first served basis. Unfortunately for the detective, he was late in registering the wedding date and would be one of the last few to be married. Having a ceremony wasn't required, a couple can do have it if they wish or just enjoy the trip. He sadly sighed and pouted; if he had known about the ceremony registration earlier, he could savor the title of being a husband to Hisoka. But of course he didn't tell the newly-transformed girl that they were actually going to get married. Ah, Hisoka! Where could he be?
"Tsuzuki-san," said Hijiri. "We searched the entire upper deck. Perhaps we should look at the cabins below?" Tsuzuki gave a nod and the two bounded towards the lobby where stairs and elevators led to the decks beneath.
Elsewhere on the yacht.
"Kuo, honey," said a young women. She fished around the floor to collect her wedding gown. "You're not mad at me for marrying our producer are you?" The green haired Tokiko Aya entwined her arms around a bare-chested man with long shaggy purple hair. He kissed her cheek and pulled his tattered jeans to his hips.
"Of course not, babe. I know I'm all you ever think about," he smiled and turned around to put on his shirt. "So where is the little freak anyway?" Zeguto Kuo, the guitarist,continued to button his shirt and so did Aya; she decided to pack away the gown and don on casual clothes.
The secret lovebirds quietly exited the Bride's Dressing Room and softly walked towards the exit, holding hands and giggling, smiling at each other. However, when the two looked back at the doors, their laughter stopped and gasped at shock to discover someone was watching them! Kuo coughed and continued to walk as if nothing has happened; Aya's eyes averted nervously, trying to see what this mysterious person would do. This person was a beautiful man, Aya concluded. Too bad half his face was hidden behind that exquisite hair.
"Committing adultery is a sinful act."
Kuo and Aya whipped their heads around and stared nervously at the back of this man. They stared at each other with worried faces, but Kuo decided to speak.
"What are you talking about? You must be crazy, old man!" Kuo said casually. He pulled Aya's hand towards the exit, but instead fell on his face. When Aya looked down, she gasped in horror as she saw her beloved on the floor with a dart ob his back. She was about to let out a scream, but she too, was hit by a dart and fell in a heap.
"Hmm. I'll leave you two for Zazuri-san." The man stepped over their bodies and entered the bright light of noon. Hisoka is waiting…
To this missing girl!
I'm sleepy. I can hear my own thoughts. I'm awake. I don't want to open my eyes. Hisoka rolled to her side and lowered her head to the bottom of the pillow. This bed is really nice, the blonde thought. This is better than that stupid wedding. She pulled sheets higher around her neck and stroked the linens. Hmm…I remember cotton sheets…
The door opened and Hisoka heard footsteps that were muffled by the carpeting. It stopped, but she knew it stopped at the foot of the bed. The young shinigami curled under the sheets and furrowed her brow. What is Tsuzuki doing just standing there? Baka. Her hands clutched the blankets but came to a startling conclusion: the sheets were definitely not cotton or polyester or whatever the hell it is. These sheets were smooth and silky. Hisoka's eyes shot open and indeed, these were not the sheets she had slept in before. This was not the bed she had remembered. This was not the room she stayed in. Her emerald orbs narrowed and her hands reached slowly to the small gun hidden on her thigh. In a flurry of sheets, Hisoka stood up on the bed and aimed the pistol at the stranger's face. Only, this person was no stranger at all. And it wasn't Tsuzuki either. The shinigami paled and opened her mouth in a silent gasp. She stood their stunned, paralyzed, staring. Shoot him. Shoot him! Shoot HIM! her mind screamed. Hisoka's finger clenched around the trigger, but now she couldn't move at all!
"Funny, how you look different on the outside, but on the inside, I know you," the man said with a twisted smile. He brushed his hand in the air and Hisoka collapsed on the bed. "I wonder if you will taste the same."
No no no no no. Please, no, the blonde thought. Hisoka was frozen on the bed, limp and on her side. The pistol had fallen out of her hands and laid on the scarlet sheets some inches away. The other man, taller and older, crept onto the bed and hovered over her as he placed his hands on either side of Hisoka's face. Oh how she desperately wanted to grab it and fire all the rounds into this guy's face. But right now, all she could think about was Tsuzuki. The man bent his head slowly and smelled Hisoka's soft hair. He proceeded to move down and breathe into her ear, sending shivers up her spine. Help, she cried in her thoughts. Tsuzuki, help! Asato!
Back to the Tsuzuki and Hijiri.
"Arigato," bowed Hijiri. He and Tsuzuki had been knocking on doors to see if they had seen Hisoka. But no one has seen her at all! Tsuzuki began to worry intensely about the whereabouts and safety of his partner.
"Tsuzuki-san," the smaller man said, "we have searched this entire floor, should we go to the next one?" The older shinigami nodded, too nervous for words, and began to stride to the elevator. To their disappointment, this was the last floor of rooming.
"Ne, maybe Hisoka-chan returned to the room?" Hijiri asked hopefully. He could see that Tsuzuki was distressed by the disappearance Hisoka. They agreed and the sad-eyed Tsuzuki pressed the button that would lead them to their floor.
Asato!
"Hisoka!" Tsuzuki yelled suddenly, eyes widening. "He's in trouble!" He darted out of the elevator and left the violinist stunned and stranded behind the closing doors.
He's not on any of the upper floors, Tsuzuki thought as he raced once again onto the floor he and Hijiri had just searched. At the end of the hallway, he stopped in front of a wall to catch his breath. On the wall was a small dingy fire extinguisher in its glassy case and above the case was the map of the entire yacht. He wished he had seen this sooner. Time is against him now.
There are move floors below this, Tsuzuki read in his mind. Engine, storage, storage, and two floors of staff and crew. Staff and crew! Zazuri Jay! Of course, he said in his mind. How could he have been so stupid? He had seen Zazuri cart off Hisoka earlier and should have looked for the asshole first! How could he have trusted the sleazy dirtbag? Now focused on what he was looking for, Tsuzuki's eyes scanned the map and located that the entrance to the floor for the staff is right next to the elevator. He sped down the hall, thankful that there were no human obstacles in his path. A plain wooden door labeled "Employees Only" stood quietly next to the emergency stairs—you know, in case there's a fire, don't use the elevator.
Tsuzuki flung open the door, nearly tearing the damn thing off of its hinges. There were stairs; he flew down them in an instant. Stairs are no match for a shinigami! Ho ho! Now there were halls and doors, identical to the floors above. They look too plain for the owner of a grand yacht to stay in. The glowering amethyst eyes slowly scanned each door, ears perked to hear and sounds of disturbances.
Asato...!
The shinigami turned around, eyes wide. Hisoka is here somewhere! He quickened his pace down the hallway until it became clear to him that at the end is a turn that led to another hallway and more rooms. Tsuzuki turned his head left and right to see if anything suscpicious would come up, and it did. When he finally turned on the last corner, he discovered oak doors with golden knobs and decorative trims. This MUST be it! Taking a deep breath, he kicked the door down and entered with ofudas clenched in his hands.
"Where ever Hisoka is will always lead you to me, eh, Tsuzuki-san?"
Tsuzuki gaped at the scene. He could make out Hisoka's sandy hair and the red dress she wore earlier. His anger heightened as he saw a hand placed on the revealing white thigh of Hisoka. The shinigami narrowed his eyes and prepared himself for a battle.
"Muraki."
Gpilot04: Oh no:o
Tsuzuki: Don't touch her!
Hisoka: I'm not a her!
Muraki: You sure look like one. wiggles eyebrows
Hisoka: Ew! Get away :o! smack
Gpilot04: --…Reviews would be nice.
Tsuzuki: If you get reviews, can I bed Hisoka?
Hisoka: WHAT! No way!
Muraki: Yeah! Cuz he's sleeping with me:3 Fufufu
Hisoka: In your dreams!
Muraki: Yeah!
Tsuzuki: What about my dreams?
Hisokay: vein pop
Gpilot04: Hmmmmm……