For a moment I wasn't sure I was going to get this chapter done over the weekend. (I don't have much time to write during the week) But I did it! Yay me!

My thanks to those who reviewed, and to those who didn't.

I still don't own anything. I need more pocky.

Um, please don't kill me!

Chapter 7

Sitting on a couch in Tatsumi's office, Hisoka was getting ready to commit mayhem on his colleagues. Watari was on the top of his hit list; After all it was the scientist who had decreed that Hisoka was not to be left alone. For two whole days he, Tsuzuki and Tatsumi (AKA number two and three on the hit list) had been following him around closer than his shadow. Although with Tatsumi around his shadow may have been watching him too. He supposed he should be happy that they still let him go to the bathroom by himself! Burying his face in the book he was pretending to read, Hisoka tried to forget the fact that he was being treated like a child in need of a babysitter. He nearly growled at the thought. He hated being so dependant on others, so weak. A wave of depression hit him and he slumped further into the couch he was sitting on.

"Kurosaki-kun?"

Hisoka looked up from his book to meet Tatsumi's eyes briefly. "I'm fine." He lied, hiding once more behind his book.

Tatsumi frowned, his intense gaze on his co-worker, then retuned to his work. He was once again going through police reports looking for any unsolved murders with a victim matching the description Hisoka had given him. So far he'd had no luck.

He sighed in frustration and pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. If they could find out where Muraki had been, they would have a place to start looking for him, rather than looking randomly for any mention of the homicidal doctor as the Gushoshin twins were doing now.

XXX

Tsuzuki stood at the door of the library, his way effectively barred by Gushoshin the younger.

"Look, I know that Tatsumi's got you guys researching Muraki's whereabouts. I can help! Please? I won't hurt anything! Just let me come in!"

"No!" Gushoshin puffed up "you are banned from the library and you will stay out for our own good. Besides, what makes you think you would have more success in hunting him down than we will?"

"Personal experience."

That made Gushoshin think for a moment.

"Please Gushoshin, I need to help."

Gushoshin sighed "Alright, but if anything gets damaged," He glared at Tsuzuki, trying to look as intimidating as it is possible for a flying chicken in a blue cap to look, "Anything, you will be our slave for life."

Tsuzuki nodded enthusiastically. "Okay, I'll be good, let's go!"

XXX

"Hey!" Watari walked into Tatsumi's office, all smiles and good cheer, it was the only thing he had to counter the 'I'm going to get you' glares Hisoka kept shooting him. Like the one he was shooting him over the top of his book right now. "Anybody hungry? Lunch was a while ago, and I didn't see you two in the break room."

Tatsumi barely looked up from the spread of papers across his desk. "No, I'm fine."

"Bon?"

"Sure." Hisoka put his book down. He wasn't particularly hungry, but he'd been in the office for quite a while, and a chance to stretch his legs sounded good. Getting up, he strode out of the room past Watari and started down the hall.

Watari stared after him for a moment. "Hey! Wait for me!" Pulling Tatsumi's door shut behind him, he hurried to catch up.

Hisoka picked up his pace, hoping that the blond would give him some space when he felt the familiar prickling across his back.

He kept walking, as around him a busy street materialized. Stores, traffic, street signs, Hisoka willed himself to look up and see the names of the streets, anything to tell him where he was, but the person whose eyes he saw through carefully avoided looking at anything that would give him a clue.

People were all around him, going every which way, it was like seeing an image projected over reality and he experienced the same sense of vertigo that he had felt during the last vision. He resisted the urge to close his eyes. He could still see the hallway in Ju On Chou that he was walking down, and with a severe effort in concentration he managed to turn a corner while in the other reality he continued walking straight ahead.

'I thought you might enjoy the hunt' an amused voice in the back of his mind informed him.

Hisoka felt his head turn, and his gaze paned over the people around him while the hallway in Ju On Chou remained straight ahead of him. The resulting confusion threatened his balance and he stumbled.

"Bon?" Watari's voice sounded miles away

A large building appeared on his right, a school? There were students strolling over the grounds. Then he was looking at a boy in his teens, sitting alone under a tree with a book open in his lap. He had light brown hair, long enough to brush his shoulders and lightly tanned skin.

"Excuse me, could you tell me what time classes let out for the day?" Hisoka felt his lips move but the voice that addressed the youth was Muraki's.

The young man looked up. His eyes were an odd shade of grey-blue, and his features were delicate, almost feminine. He smiled warmly at the person in front of him.

'This one' the voice in the back of Hisoka head sounded.

"Um, classes let out at 4:30"

"Thank you." Muraki's voice said, and he turned and walked away.

'Sunset buoya.'

The alternate reality around Hisoka faded away leaving only the hallway of Ju On Chou stretching ahead of him. He stopped walking and whirled around, almost toppling Watari who was right behind him. Hisoka grabbed Watari's forearms.

"Watari, we've got to……." was all he managed to get out before he lost consciousness.

Watari caught Hisoka's sagging body, crying out for Tatsumi and Tsuzuki.

XXX

"Can't you wake him up?" Tatsumi demanded as he paced the length of the infirmary. "We need to know what he saw, right now if possible! We've waited long enough."

Tsuzuki flinched at the irritation in Tatsumi's voice, but Watari seemed impervious. "He'll wake up when he's ready and not before. There's no point rushing it, we may do him more harm than good."

"What happened Watari?" Tsuzuki asked softly. He was sitting on the bed beside Hisoka, occasionally running fingers over his partners' hair.

Watari frowned. "I'm not really sure. We were walking to the break room, when he suddenly turned and grabbed my arms. He said we have to do something, but he didn't say what before he passed out."

"We have to find the boy." Hisoka's voice was quiet, but still enough to make the other three men jump.

Tatsumi strode over to the side of the bed opposite Tsuzuki. "What boy Kurosaki-kun?" He asked.

Hisoka sat up in the bed. "He was my age, or maybe a year older, his hair was light brown, about this long," He held his hand up just above his shoulder. "And he had a bit of a tan. He was sitting in front of a school. I, I mean Muraki asked him what time classes were over."

"Is there anything else you can tell us Kurosaki-kun?"

Hisoka shook his head. "He didn't look at anything that might tell me where we were." Hisoka sighed in frustration, raking his finger through his hair. "And it wasn't anyplace I recognized."

Suddenly Hisoka looked up. "What time is it? How long was I out?" He grabbed Tsuzuki's right wrist and half dragged the man across his lap trying to get a look at his watch.

"Hey!" Tsuzuki cried out at his sudden change in position.

"Hey!" Watari cried out in surprise and sympathy.

Tatsumi seemed unfazed. He checked his own watch. "It's almost 5:00, you were out for a couple of hours."

Hisoka released the wrist, much to Tsuzuki's relief. "We only have until sunset. That's when Muraki's planning to kill him!" Hisoka pushed the covers off of himself, and gave Tsuzuki a little push to move him so he could get out of the bed.

Tsuzuki stood up. "That only gives up about three hours to find this kid."

"And we have nothing to work with." Watari pointed out.

"We have a description. C'mon Hisoka."

"Where?"

"The library, we'll get the Gushoshin to call up yearbooks, class pictures and we'll start going through them. We'll start with schools in the Kyushu region."

Tatsumi frowned. "Do you know how many schools that is? It's a very long shot."

"I know, but it's the only shot we've got. I can't think of anything else."

XXX

"Are you sure?"

Hisoka nodded in answer to Tsuzuki's question. "Aa. That's him." Looking at those same grey-blue eyes, Hisoka felt a tiny ray of hope. Maybe they'd be able to save him. He read the name under the picture on the computer screen, Higami Saeki. They could get an address, a location, they could find him.

"We only have 45 minutes" Tsuzuki said checking his watch, "Print that out and let's get going."

Hisoka hit a few keys and the printer began to hum.

"Tsuzuki…."

"Hm?"

"If Tatsumi doesn't give you a bonus for this, I'll shoot him for you."

XXX

Watari was going to have a nervous breakdown, he just knew it. Between waiting for word from Tatsumi and Tsuzuki, and the glares that he was constantly receiving from Hisoka, (which were no longer the 'I'm going to get you' glares of before, but rather the death glares of doom that he normally reserved for Tsuzuki) Watari was becoming a nervous wreak.

Watching the sun lower to the horizon wasn't helping either. Each minute felt as though dragged out for days. Watari looked over at the sandy haired boy sitting near the corner of his lab, and dodged another glare.

"Look, Bon, I know you wanted to go…."

Hisoka snorted.

"But…" Watari stopped as he saw Hisoka tense. "Bon?"

"Oh no."

Hisoka's green eyes went unfocused and blank. Watari hurried over to where the youth sat and kneeling down waved his hand in front of his face, but got no reaction.

"Bon, can you here me?" Then a little louder. "Bon!"

Slowly Hisoka's head turned towards him. "Yes." His voice was a flat monotone.

"Can you see me?"

"Yes."

"What else can you see?"

"I'm…….cutting………..no……….don't……." Finally an emotion crept into Hisoka's voice. Desperation.

"I can't…….."

Watari was beginning to feel sick. "Bon, can you get out?"

"No….please……..help….."

Watari's stomach clenched at the plea, but he didn't know what he could do.

For several more minutes there was silence, then Hisoka's eyes widened. "Tsuzuki…."

"Are they there? Bon what do you see?"

But Hisoka collapsed forward onto the blond and started to sob.

"They were too late."