Chris: Alrighty then people, this is chapter five. (Wow, five chapters already... Hmm... Honestly didn't think it would get this far without someone choking me and telling me to throw this is the garbage...) Im glad so many of you seem to enjoy this, its making me feel good to continue writing. Thanks all, R&R!

Oh, sorry for this taking so long, we got into a car accident cause of the snow (side note, I HATE SNOW!) and we ran into Stewarts. I'm not talking just into, I'm talking INTO, like INTO THE WALL... WITH A VAN! And its amusing because we are fine, the car is fine, Stewarts has seen better days. So sorry again... Oo -LOL-

Chapter 5

' Your a monster! Trash! Never look at me again!'

' Get in there, we never want to see your face! Your a disgrace to this family.!'

' Monster!'

' Demon!'

' Hello little one, do you know the murderers rule?'

' All witnesses must die.'

OO

Hisoka moaned, bringing on hand to his forehead and sighing deeply. His eyes slowly fluttered open to stare up at a white ceiling. Thoughts danced in his mind, head swimming in a pool of questions and confusion.

' Don't worry Hisoka, it was all a dream. You were just confused. you just got back from your vacation and now everything is fine. Probably just got high of someones damned emotions again or something.'

Slowly he sat up, only to feel a weight on his lap. He looked down, eyes going wide again, and as fast as he could he shot up from his seat, the little boy falling to the ground.

" What is THAT!" Hisoka cried, taking a step back and tripping on Tatsumi's chair, causing him to fall on his rear.

Soka stared back at him, eyes wide in surprise. Then his fists curled, eyes closing tightly, and he began to cry, his whole body curling into a ball. Instantly Tatsumi ran over, scooping him into his arms and rocking him back and forth trying to shush the loud wails. Watari fallowed, fingers brushing away small strands of blond hair from the childs face.

" Don't yell Bon-san!" Watari finally whispered, glaring at the confused teenager. Hisoka just stared back, mind numb.

The door burst open and in walked in Tsuzuki, racing over to the little boy, completely ignoring, or not even seeing Hisoka at all. He cradled the small child, finally shushing him to a calm whimper.

" Now why did you go off and do that Hisok... Uh oh..."

Hisoka glared, fists balled. Stepping over he leaned in, inches from Tsuzuki's face, and in the calmest voice possible, he whispered.

" Now are you going to tell me whats going on?"

Watari smiled sheepishly and fixed his glasses. " Well, it was kinda my fault. Tsuzuki was feeling so lonely that I tried to teleport you here, but I ended up getting him sadly enough. Now I Don't really know how to bring him back."

" You WHAT!"

" Wow, he has the same reaction time as Tatsumi!" Watari laughed, instantly shutting up at Hisoka sent another death glare his way.

" Come on." Tsuzuki smiled. " He's cute! Don't get too mad at Watari."

Hisoka stayed perfectly still, body shaking. Slowly Tsuzuki began to back away, but was too late. Before he could take another step back Hisoka had lunged and was currently choking him on the floor. Watari laughed and turned away, walking out of the office with Soka in his arms.

" Bye all!" He yelled and was gone.

OO

Another three days had passed and Hisoka had stopped choking Tsuzuki at every chance he got, but every so often a glare would be sent his way. Watari was also one of those who usually got the glare, considering a lot of it, if not all of it, was his fault. So far the young Shinigami seemed to be having a very stressful time.

Not Soka though! The young Hisoka was happily running around, playing with anyone who would give him some time. He would try to play with Hisoka, but only got pushed away. This never affected him though, and he would come back hours later and try all over again.

Hisoka sighed, chin resting on his palm as he worked on some paperwork that wouldn't be due for another few days. His mind was racing, thoughts he didn't want.

" Hisoka-sama!" A small voice mumbled, pulling onto his sleeve.

Hisoka glared at Soka would sat on the floor, playing with Hisoka's pant leg. He looked away again, trying to ignore the small nuisance. That was until another tup to the sleeve was received. Growling, Hisoka finally looked down and gently kicked the child down.

" What do you want?" He hissed.

Soka seemed to ignore the small assault and stood. " I need to use the potty."

The world seemed to stop. Hisoka coughed, choking on air, and pounded his chest roughly. Once he regained his composure he looked down at the child again, eyes wide. " Then go to the bathroom!"

" But I Don't know where it is!"

" Find it yourself!"

" No! I Don't want to go alone!"

Sighing in defeat Hisoka stood, heading out the door. A small hand crept into his own as he made his way down the hall, trying to ignore anyone who dared speak to him. A flush began to form on his cheeks, his embarrassment level increasing by the second. He never expected to be escorting a child to the "potty", non-the-less himself!

' Didn't I know how to use the bathroom at four?'

Apparently not. Once they reached the bathroom little Soka begged and pleaded with Hisoka to come in with him and help. After much arguing Hisoka had given up and helped the kid.

His mind was making a mental note: If he was ever reincarnated, learn to use the bathroom as SOON as he was born.

' No wonder my parents wanted to drop me off a cliff, I would have too!'

Another stab of painful memories filled his mind. Before he could remember much though a hand was once again tugging at his sleeve.

After lifting him up to the sink and helping him wash his hands the two walked down the hall together. Soka smiled at everyone who went by, but Hisoka just sighed and looked away, trying to keep his image up. Whatever image that was of course. Remembering something, Hisoka stared at Soka.

' Still wearing that old kimono.'

" Come on brat." He growled, lifting him up. As fast as he could without running Hisoka went into his office, searching through a drawer. Everyonce in a while he would bring an extra shirt to work, all those missions always seeming to destroy anything he was wearing at the time. Pulling out a long t-shirt he changed Soka, slipping it on the smaller child.

' Looks like hes wearing a dress.'

Soka giggled and hopped onto the floor, racing out. Hisoka fallowed, shaking his head, when something caught his eye.

Everyone laughed as Soka walked in, bending down to ruffle his hair or offer compliments. Several people stopped what they were doing to lift him up and cuddle with him, give him a hug and laugh as he stared at them with his childlike round face. Closing his eyes, Hisoka clenched his fists.

' Your a monster! A freak!'

' Don't look at me, demon! Your not my son!'

' Get in the basement! Now!'

Hisoka growled, breath stopping in his throat. He glared at the child, a hatred burning in the pit of his stomach. Turning away, he walked back into his office and slammed the door. Sitting in his chair he folded his arms and looked out the window, watching the clouds go by.

He had never had such attention growing up. When he was really small he had, before they realized what a beast he was, what a monster. That was before the basement closet became his new home. Before he had to learn how to find food on his own, before he had to live off the things in the basement, before his family turned on him. But that was when he was too small to care about such things as violence and hatred. Everything started when his mind began to get mature enough to remember things, to remember important events in his life.

His parents hated him, everyone did. It was a rarity he ever got to see the outside world, unless he was training against another member of the family in the gardens. And even then, most of it was an excuse, an excuse to show him what kind of a monster he was.

He remembered when his mother was crying about something unknown and he had to go over and comfort her. She seemed to melt into his embrace, until she realized it was him, until she looked into his large empty emerald eyes. She had recoiled then, almost as if he was some desiese, and took the palm of her hand and slapped him across the face. That was when he was only six. She kept hitting him too, and he let her without even crying, because he loved her and she was his mother. Then his father came over and did the same, but he allowed it.

Why? Because he loved his parents, and he believed they loved him in a small way.

And yet this kid knew nothing of the pain that he was supposed to endure. He knew nothing! He was simple, stupid, and knew no discipline. He was spoiled, and a hatred grew in his gut, burning with rage. That child didn't have any of the memories he was supposed to. He was saved.

He remembered after the attack on him from the monster Muraki. He way laying in the garden, completely immobile and defenseless. His parents had found him, and it almost seemed like his mother was sorry, that she cared, but the look on her face had quickly disappeared. And for the first time in his life he had cried in front of his parents, yet they only seemed to punish him more.

He wasn't strong enough, according to his father.

He was quickly moved into the basement to stay. For over three months he couldn't do much, but his parents never went down to look at him, to see how he was. they always had someone bring food or drinks. For a while he was able to do some things on his own, but it was like his mind had been numbed. It wasn't long before he had his first convulsion, his first seizure that sent him into a mass of pain, had flashed white sparks in his eyes, and he had screamed.

No one came to see him until one of the servants came down in curiosity to see him laying motionless on the floor.

Then he was moved to the hospital, with those doctors who honestly couldn't give a damn, probably wished he would just die and give them an extra bed. His family never came to see him then either, and for three years he slowly died, his body feeling as if it was melting away, as if acid was eating away at him. Yet no one came.

No one cared about him, no one ever did, nor would they ever now.

All he could do through those years was remember small words that had been whispered in his mind, and yet he could never remember where they came from or who said them. Only that they sent in icy chill down his spine and they were the reason for his ended life. And yet, in the back of his mind, he liked those words, for they ended it for him and stopped the pain, at least for a few moments.

The words vibrated in him mind, echoed in the emptiness.

' Hello little one, do you know the murderers rule?'

' All witnesses must die.'

OO

Chris: Yes, depressing, but its not over yet! Hmm, I Don't really have much to say this time, other then I hope you enjoyed. Well, see you next time then! R&R!