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Unhealthy Appetite

Everyone knows that Asato Tsusuzki loves sweet treats. In fact, most everyone in Meifu loves them, but there was one person who almost always refused the offer of sweets. Kurosaki Hisoka was a quiet person, and eternally 16. One would think that, at his age, he would absolutely adore the snacks, but he did not. Recently, though, Hisoka had been coming to work exhausted, and looking paler each day. His partner took a seat next to him at lunch in the cofee room. The boy was very quiet. Tsuzuki, himself, brought with him a huge stack of cakes and cookies, and Hisoka gave him a weird look s the hyper 72 year old sat next to him.

"Geeze, do you really think you can eat all of that?"

"Nope! I brought extra today so I can share it with you!"

Tsuzuki smiled and held out a spoonful of the chocolate cake to his younger partner. Despite is claim, Tsuzuki would have absolutely no problem eating all of the treats on his plate, but having been to Hisoka's appartment, and seeing how very little the boy eats, he thought it nice to share his food. Hisoka looked at the spoonful with a sour expression and looked away.

"No thanks."

"Aw, c'mon! I know you're hungry! Why noteat?"

Giving in to Tsuzuki's request, He was handed a plate of cake and started eating. No mre than three bites into it, however, did Hisoka put down his utensil and hold his hand over his mouth. Tsuzuki was about to take another bite as he saw this and looked at his sick-looking partner.

"Hisoka? Hey, what's wrong with you?"

"I... I just can't eat any more of this..."

Tsuzuki glanced at the innocent cake, almost wanting to ask what it did to Hisoka. Looking back to the boy, it looked as if he was ready to throw up. Tsuzuki patted Hisoka on the back, which seemed to make him feel slightly better. After Hisoka settled back against his chair, Tsuzuki finished off the sweets and helped the oy to Tatsumi's office. The secretary raised a eyebrow at Tsuzuki's request.

"Send Kurosaki-kun home? What for?"

"I dunno what's wrong with him. I just fed him a piece of cake and-"

"You fed him? Did you ever think it may be food poisoning, Tsuzuki?"

"No. I ate far more food than he did, and he only ate a few bites. But, then again, He's been like this for the past two weeks. I request leave for the rest of the day so I can take Hisoka home to sleep."

"You do realize that we need you two on a case involving a vampire, right?"

"Yeah, but that can wait. Hisoka needs rest now!"

Taking a glance over at the thin, pale boy, Tatsumi eventually agreed, and Tsuzuki telepored himself and Hisoka to the boy's appartment. It was fairly empty, with little furniture, but it was clean, at least. Tsuzuki was carying Hisoka on his back, as he looked around. Hisoka mummbled something.

"Mm... where...?"

"You're home, Hisoka. Do you feel any better?"

"No, I feel like... something..."

Hisoka was very tired, and snuggled his face into Tsuzuki's neck as he continued to mutter inaudible things to himself. Tsuzuki carried Hisoka to his room and set him down on his bed. As Tsuzuki was about to leave, Hisoka reached out and caught the end of his sleeve.

"Wait."

"Don't worry, Hisoka. I'm not going far. I'll stay here until you're back to perfect health!"

"T-that's not it. You can't stay here."

"Huh? Why not?"

"It's too dangerous."

"Oh, that's silly! I wont let anyone hurt you!"

As Tsuzuki left, Hisoka fell into the darkness of the room.

"But... who will protect YOU...?"

An hour later, Hisoka was tossng in his sleep. The dream he was having seemd all too real. He saw the events that changed his life, between him and Muraki, but this time, there was a change. As Muraki was about to leave, he leaned over Hisoka and spoke quietly into his ear.

"Now I own you... You will become my puppet once again. This time, you will attack..."

Muraki whispered the name of the target onto Hisoka's skin as he bit deeply into his neck. Hisoka awoke to darkness. His mind yelled against a distant voice, but his body moved like a stringed puppet, controlled by an outside force. He got off his bed, making no sound as he moved out of the room and into the living room where Tsuzuki was asleep on an armchair. An evil smile crossed his face as he stepped closer to the unsuspecting victim. His red,cursed markings glowed through his white shirt. Hisoka fought to reclaim control, but the puppeteer held back his own consciousness.

No! You can't do this! It's Tsuzuki! Tsuzuki! I can't let you hurt him, Muraki!

Despite the mental struggle, the controlled Hisoka reached Tsuzuki, still smiling. He climbed onto the chair above the man, stradling his waist. His mouth moved towards his neck slowly. This is what his body craved now; not sweets or candy or cake. Fangs appeared as he was about to bite in. Hisoka screamed again, this time, sending out his cry to reach Tsuzuki's consciousness, and the man woke up. Seeing someone on top of him, he roughly pushed the figure to the floor. The boy fell to the carpet with a dull thud, and it was only then that Tsuzuki realized who it was. Hisoka lie motionless on the floor. Tsuzuki knelt down to check on him, and held the now trembling boy in his lap.

"Hisoka! Hisoka, answer me! What is going on?"

"T-Tsu...zuki..."

"Hisoka..."

"M-Mura...ki...He's..."

But exaustion overtook him and Hisoka fell into dar rest.