Chris: Wow you guys, thanks so much for so many reviews! Seven, and all in one day, I really didn't expect it. In any case, you were all very kind to me in the reviews, and I appreciate it a lot, so I decided to continue this faster then expected. Seven reviews... Well, keep dishing them out and I'll keep writing, deal! Thanks ya'll!

Chapter 2

Watari coughed, wincing from the smoke covering and burning his eyes. " What happened?"

Something small was in his lap, frantically trying to escape. Wrapping his arms around the tiny body Watari opened his eyes against the smoke and looked down.

His eyes went a lot wider then before.

" Hisoka? Your... your small!"

On his lap a young child sat, huge emerald eyes that only one person in the world could hold looked up at him in shock. The child was only clothed in a dirty kimono, ripped and shredded in several area's, and his blond hair was tasseled in all directions, obviously not brushed in a while. The young Hisoka stared at him in almost disbelief, too shocked to move from his spot.

As slowly and carefully as possible Watari stood, craddling the child in his arms.The young Hisoka continued to stare for a moment, but as soon as he felt himself being listed he shrieked, kicking out with all his might. Watari just dodged the assult as well as 003, who had now perched herself on the bookcase, feathers puffing out in anger. It took all he could to hold Hisoka in his arms and not allow him to escape.

" Calm down Bon-sa... Bon... Bon-chan! Calm!" He almost begged, his mind searching for a new suffix to call the young one.

After a few seconds he stopped, looking up at Watari again. A warm aura filled his mind, causing his body to relax. It was kinder then any he had ever felt before, and he liked it. Hisoka blinked again, looking up into Watari's own deep eyes, and he reached up.

" Ouch!"

Watari winced as Hisoka grabbed a peice of his long golden locks, pulling on them experimentally. He allowed it though, and moved so that Hisoka was being comfortably craddled in his arm, on his hip on the left side. With a sigh he opened the lab door, taking a step out.

" This is going to be interesting to explain to Tatsumi..."

OO

At that very moment the dark haired man was sitting at his desk, folding several different work papers and doing small calculations in his mind. Needed to keep the budgets low after all.

A knock vibrated around the room from the other side of the office door. With a sigh Tatsumi looked up, fixing his glasses on his nose.

" Yes, come in."

The door clowly creeped open, and Watari's head peaked in. He had a nervouse smile on his face, one that almost read I-did-something-wrong-and-want-you-to-fix-it. Tatsumi could already feel his blood boiling, but he remained calm, instead standing and leaning forward against the desk.

" And you need?" He finally asked, wondering in his mind if it was a good idea.

Oddly enough Watari pushed open the door with his right hip, stepping sideways into the room. The smile stayed plastered on his face as he inched his way in. Finally after a few moments of awkward silence he laughed, taking one hand and rubbing the back of his head.

" Well Tasumi..." He began. " I kinda made a mistake... you see Tsu-san was feeling bad and I just wanted to make him happier, so I tried to grab Hisoka from wherever he was and... I messed up." He laughed again, a sweatdrop forming on the side of his head.

Once again he could feel anger welling up inside of him. " Like how?"

Watari turned so his left side faced Tatsumi and the older Shinigami gasped in shock. Clinging onto the blond was a small looking Hisoka, fists clenched against the fabric of his lab coat. The dirty child looking up with large eyes, tear stains streaking down the dry face. Watari cooed, his own eyes going big, and bent down slightly to get a better hold of the young one.

" What did you do to Kurosaki!" Tatsumi finally yelled, rushing over.

The child screeched, burying his face into Watari's coat. Almost like instinct Watari moved to the right, avoiding Tatsumi altogether. He began to whisper to the young one, rocking him back and forth.

" Dont worry, mean old Tatsumi wont hurt you."

" What did you call me!"

" Shh, remember, Hisoka is an empath! Dont be so angry!"

With this Tatsumi shut up, choosing to relax as best as possible and close his eyes. He fell back, leaning against one arm on the desk. With a deep sigh he began to rub his temple with his free hand. " What are we going to do?"

" Umm... actually... this isnt OUR Kurosaki..."

" What..."

" Well, I think I pulled this one out of another dimension..."

" WHAT!"

Watari scowled. " Please, no yelling in front of the child!"

Tatsumi growled and glared at the scientist. " You better find a way to bring him back!"

Without warning the child looked up, eyes filling again with tears. He looking away fron Tatsumi, focus instead on Watari.

" Am I going back into the dark basement? I dont like it there..."

These small words, although very few, seemed to strike Tatsumi. He lowered his pointed finger from Watari, eyes warming slightly. With a defeated sigh he walked over, reaching and hoisting the child from Watari's tight grasp. The young Hisoka looked at him with was looked like curiousity and... fear? As best as possible Tatsumi smiled, craddling him as he saw Watari doing. Almost as if taking it as an invitation the child made himself comfortable before his two large empty eyes looked up at Tatsumi's own dark ones.

" I dont know yet." Before the child could cry Tatsumi lifted a finger, shushing him. " But for right now, until we can figure out something, you can stay here."

A small smile formed on Hisoka's lips, and the child reached up and threw his arms around Tatsumi's neck. The shadow users eyes went wide, and he just stood there for a second, feeling Hisoka's grip tighten. Finally, thanks to the evil smirk on Watari's face, Tatsumi hugged him back. Tugging Hisoka off of him he placed the child on the ground, but the boy didnt release his hand. In defeat Tatsumi sat down on his desk and felt the boy climb ontop of his lap and curl onto his chest, head laying on the crook of his neck.

" He likes you." Watari giggled.

" Shu... be quiet you..." Tatsumi growled, patting Hisoka on the head. " We cant call him Hisoka, its much to confusing. What should be call him?"

" How about Soka? Its simple, and makes some sense. He's Bon-chan, and the older one is Bon-san!"

" Cant you say Hisoka yet?"

Tatsumi raised a finger to his lips, then looked down. It seemed as if Soka had fallen asleep, his breathing evened out.

Watari sighed and sat down on top of Tatsumi's desk, much to his disapproval. " Must be just when his family started punishing him. He seems to be very childish, not anything like the Bon we know."

Tatsumi nodded and held the child close, closing his eyes. With a sigh he began to rock back and forth, mind calculating once more.

His eyes shot open, a thought htting his mind.

" What are we going to tell Hisoka when he comes back?"

OO

Chris: Yeah, short, but alot longer then my last chapter... ok, maybe not alot, but this one was 152 lines long and the only was was 119, so ha! Well, I hope you enjoyed this one just as much. Thank you all for your wonderful reviews! Mwahahahahahahaha! (I also learned how to use these dumb italics and stuff, yes! I am awsome! -)