Part 4:

On that day, after Hisoka vanished from the office, Tatsumi and Tsuzuki tracked him down and watched him intensely.

In the quieter places, outside of the town, there is a park. In this park, there is a grassy area near a fountain. This is where the young man sits to wait. He is dressed, again, in his tuxedo, with a smile on his face. It was the one he had left the office wearing, the one that scared Tsuzuki, and which was also the one that earned him two sets of worried eyes, which watched him from afar. In his hand, was a letter.

To my dearest,

I want to see you. This is from one who truly loves you. A grassy place, soft and warm, protective and cool. A public place. By the running of clean water, I see you and feel you by me. Hold my heart. I want to see you.

And so Hisoka waits, and so do Tatsumi and Tsuzuki. The sun has risen, and the park has visitors, few; morning joggers and pet walkers. The fountain is on, as it was when he arrived. Noon, and the park is filled with a mass of people, mostly children. Their emotions flow into Hisoka, but he shrugs it off. They, all three of them, are still waiting- the other two, not sure of what is being waited for. A man walking by looks at Hisoka and his tired expression and asked him if he was okay, if he was lost. Hisoka looked up with his, now, scary smile, almost scaring the man before him. I am expecting someone. The man then leaves, seriously freaked out, and Hisoka continues his staring, smiling contest with the ground. It was dark now, and all the people had gone home, but not Hisoka, and definitely not Tatsumi and Tsuzuki. They had almost decided to go over and drag the boy home when Hisoka looked up and said that name again.

"Tsubaki."

The other two looked around, but they saw no one. Looking back to Hisoka…

Hisoka's P.O.V.

Hisoka felt the wind around him change. He felt someone sit beside him and he calmed down.

"You made it. I was waiting for so long, but it was worth it."

His visitor does not speak, but she looks at him. Without another moment, she cups Hisoka's face in her hands and kisses him, tenderly. Hisoka quickly responds to the kiss and moans just before they part. He looks into her eyes, those eyes, void of knowledge or life, but with life left for him. He slips his hand around her waist, pulling her closer and brought his lips to hers again, this time, more hungrily than before, but she responds well to it, despite that. He slides back, and pulls her on top of him now, as he continues to make love to her. She plays with his hair as he feels up her sides and kisses her more deeply. He needs a breath, but dares not take one, for fear that he may ruin the moment. Then, the girl makes a brave move. Sliding her hands down from his head, she moves to unbutton his denim jacket. He even seemed not to notice as she slips one hand under his shirt to caress his chest. A bit out of his personal boundaries, but it did feel nice… at first. However, his eyes soon shot open as she pulled her hands back and tore open the front of his shirt. He was about to say something, but the girl, his Tsubaki slowly forced her hands into his bare chest. No blood came out, for she was ghostlike then. Hisoka coughed and his body convulsed under the pressure that the girl had caused. He couldn't breathe, and he couldn't' call for help. He heard only two things, then fell into complete blackness.

"Come to me, my beloved…doctor."

"Hisoka!"

Other P.O.V.

All of a sudden, the two were taken aback. Hisoka had appeared to be talking to himself, at first… and then, he was half lying down on the grass, propped up by his elbows. His eyes were closed, but the look on his face showed both pleasure and pain. It was unexplainable what he thought he was feeling. After that, directly after that, the two felt as though they should be closing their eyes, because Hisoka lied down all the way; he was writhing around and caressing his own body. Both felt slightly sick as Hisoka then moaned and slid his hand under his shirt.

"H-he's… touching himself… what is he up to! That certainly isn't our Hisoka!"

"I-it's perfectly normal for a boy his age to be exploring his… sexuality, Tsuzuki."

"Yeah, but… look at his eyes… he's not doing this himself!"

Tatsumi took another look, and was surprised…. That Tsuzuki's eye sight was so good! I guess that's why he never needed glasses. But, there was a very distant look in Hisoka's eyes, and-wait. Hisoka's shirt was ripped open, but not by himself! Hisoka was now writhing on the ground in utter pain. They could both see that. Though, he moved as if there was a wait on him. They ran out from their hiding place and ran to him. Hisoka's eyes were closed tightly, and he was sweating profusely. Tsuzuki tried to hold him still, but then Hisoka's body arched up, before falling flat and limp.

"Hisoka!"

"Kurosaki-kun!"

"Oh-no! He's not breathing anymore!"

To Be Continued…