When I Dream
By Katia-chan
A/N: An update! I didn't think this would happen, but I got a review, and it made me happy, so I decided to make another go at it.
Some of my stuff may seem a little off, so forgive me. It's been a while since I've watched or read from the series.
A huge hug and tackle glomp to everyone who reviewed chapter 2! You all are absolutely amazing, and I hope this chapter will make up for the horribly long delay I've put you through.
Flames welcome, its cold out.
Enjoy!
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Hisoka jolted awake, jerking away from Tsuzuki and staring around wildly. "What happened?" he asked sharply, his breathing harsh and quick. Tsuzuki flinched slightly as he realized that his panic must have woken the boy. He was about to brush it off, tell Hisoka that nothing was wrong and go back to sleep, but then he saw a thin stream of blood slide down the boys arm.
"You, you're," he found himself unable to explain. Hisoka's eyes went to where his own were fixed and he frowned at the thin line of blood on his arm.
"What happened?" he asked again, his voice slow and deliberate.
"You, um, didn't get any tattoos, did you?" His partner gave him a disgusted look, flopping back on the sheets.
"Idiot, of course not. You know that, I've been here for the last week." Tsuzuki didn't bother to elaborate, just reached out gingerly and lightly touched the rose tattoo. Hisoka shuddered slightly under his touch and he withdrew his hand. Empathy had its drawbacks.
"Well, you've got one now," he said quietly. Getting out of bed slowly he went to the dresser and grabbed a small mirror from one of the drawers. Coming back he handed it to Hisoka. The younger shinigami took it and looked at the place his senior had been pointing to. A frown creased his forehead as he saw the delicate pattern of the marking.
"I, didn't get this," he said slowly, clearly puzzled. Then his eyes widened slightly as he watched a trickle of blood come from the center of the flower. "Tsuzuki, what's going on?" Tsuzuki shook his head.
"I don't know, but I don't like it." Hisoka said nothing for a few minutes. He tried to read his young partner's face, but the expression was as blank and unreadable as it always was. There was no hint as to what was going on inside his head. It was this in fact, that Tsuzuki feared the most, what might be happening inside the boy right now.
Unable to help himself, curiosity getting the better of him he reached out and touched the tattoo again, laying his palm over it to hide it, to not look at it.
"What the hell!" His partner screamed and flung himself away, Tsuzuki throwing himself in the opposite direction and tumbling off the bed. Reemerging a few seconds later he found Hisoka pressed against the headboard, clutching his arm which was now covered in blood.
"Hisoka!" he yelled, hurling himself towards his partner. Hisoka was staring at the tattoo, his face white. Tsuzuki's eyes followed his partner's wide ones to the rose tattoo. The small center point which he'd seen earlier had split, branching out in to the veins of petals, and blood poured from every crack, running down Hisoka's arm. He grabbed a sheet, pressing it to the tattoo, but in seconds the blood had soaked through.
"Hisoka, are you alright? Does it hurt?" Hisoka looked at him, his face pale and sweaty.
"It, it burns," he murmured, and then just as suddenly as he'd awoken a few minutes earlier his form crumpled back against the wall.
"Hisoka!" he cried, quickly lifting the boy's limp for off the bed and running for the door. They needed to get to the infirmary. The blood hadn't slowed at all.
'Your blood, your blood, your blood,' That savage voice that haunted his thoughts chanted in his head as he ran, his partner's blood running down his hands.
They were stained again.
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A/N: It's short, so sorry! It's a cliffy, even sorrier! I hope to work on this more as I get some break time from school. I still have no idea where in heaven's name this is headed, so as things progress we shall see! Reviews will motivate me!
TTFN
Katia-chan