Chris: Hello again all, what's hanging! Just got Descendants of Darkness the anime... Why oh Merciful Goddess did you have the same actor whom did Brock and James from Pokemon play Watari! They don't even HAVE an accent! Sorry, still in horrible shock. I shouldn't be though, of course there was bad American acting, they were directed from the same people who made Angel Sanctuary. Oo Oh well...

Chapter 7

" Tsu… daddy…"

" Here!" Tsuzuki whispered, handing the child into Hisoka's arms. Hisoka didn't have time to refuse, and took the child gently. Soka stirred in his arms, eyes half opening, and looking up at Hisoka. He smiled slightly and wrapped his hands around Hisoka's arm, burying his face into it.

" Mommy."

Hisoka's brain had had it. Slowly he sat down, leaning back in his chair, and that's where he and Tsuzuki sat for the rest of the night in complete silence.

OO

The next morning neither Hisoka nor Tsuzuki said much to each other. It seemed though Soka knew exactly what he had said in his dreams, and spoke aloud to everyone he saw of whom his new "parents" were. This caused some chuckles between most people, but of course there were a few that showed their amusement more then others.

" That is rich!" Watari laughed, one arm around Tatsumi to keep his balance. His hand was continuously wiping away tears from his face.

Tatsumi was chuckling as well, head turned away. Anyone could see it though, the way his shoulders bounced and the small smirk on his face.

" Shut up!" Hisoka hissed, folding his arms and blushing. God he hated being pale.

Soka at the time was clinging to Hisoka's leg, staring up at "mommy". Hisoka in return glared and pushed the child away, rather roughly. Sitting up Soka began to cry and raced to Tsuzuki who picked him up gently.

" Hisoka, what did you do that for?"

" Shut up I said!" Hisoka growled and turned away, slamming the office door behind him. Watari and Tatsumi stopped laughing and watched him go, turning their attention toward Tsuzuki.

In his arms Soka wiped his tear stained face and looked at them, sniffing softly. " Does mommy hate me?"

Tsuzuki shook his head and sat down, cradling him in his arms. With a low sigh he closed his eyes and leaned back. " No Soka, mommy is just going through some tough times, alright?"

Soka nodded and smiled, curling into Tsuzuki's warm embrace. Around him the adults stared and shook their heads, keeping their thoughts silent.

OO

Hisoka growled and slammed his fist against the desk. Shutting his eyes he winced painfully, taking a step forward and slipping. He tried to reach out but caught the chair on the side of his hand tumbled, the item falling with him. Curling up in a ball he grasped the side of his head in pain.

' No one knows, no one cares!' A voice screamed in his mind. ' You know you hate him, you want him to feel the same pain you had to, you know you want him to go away.'

" I want him to go away." He mumbled, repeating the insane voice in his head.

Relaxing slightly Hisoka lay there, staring ahead, not really focusing on anything. Before long the pain ebbed away, and then there was nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

OO

" So where to first?"

Hisoka glared at Tsuzuki and sighed. He hated doing chores, especially for other people, but he and the fuda user had been forced into it by Tatsumi, thanks to Tsuzuki for destroying yet another piece of the building that's to his curiosity. Yes, they had found out about the storage closet. So now they were getting items for the chief (who wanted come cinnamon buns), Tatsumi (Who needed some more desk supplies, god that guy never went on a break), and Watari (who says he needs some more tea and coffee mix). They were also on another small chore.

To get Soka some clothes.

Terazuma had destroyed Hisoka's shirt, which looked like a large dress on the child anyhow, and the kimono wouldn't do forever. The chief had ordered them to buy him something to wear, and Tatsumi had personally given them a check to pay for it. So now they were on the streets searching.

" So where to first?"

Hisoka looked up, realizing Tsuzuki had repeated the question. The young man shook his head. " I don't know, I have never gone out to by anything before, especially not clothes."

They wandered around, looking in the store windows, and before either of them knew it they were off topic, pointing out random items and walking into the shops, playing with the various things. Soka watched them and cocked his head, but his child like A.D.D. kicked in and he wrenched his hand out of Tsuzuki's, stepping out of the shop.

The spring breeze blew his honey blond hair in his eyes as he hopped down the step, which to him was very high up. Around him people pointed and smiled, words of how cute he was and small mumbles being exchanged. He ignored them though; he had gotten so much attention from the shinigami's that he had become used to it.

Everything seemed so big to his small self, and as best as he could he sidestepped people going by and made his way through. Smells of wondrous foods and perfumes made their way into his senses. Peoples idle chatter and small conversations of boyfriends and sisters caught his attention for mere seconds.

Squeezing between two people Soka made his way forward, not noticing the light turn green. He didn't hear the screams of people, didn't even notice their pointing. Looking up, seeing the car heading toward him, the child opened his mouth the scream, when something slammed into him.

Then darkness.

OO

Hisoka shook his head, glaring at Tsuzuki from where he stood. The older man was eyeing some cupcakes on the shelf, trying not to make his want to obviouse but failing in the process. With a sigh Hisoka reached over and grabbed it, handing the money to the cashier. Tsuzuki looked at him, eyes wide, and grinned.

" Thank you Hisoka!"

Taking it, Tsuzuki ripped the cupcake in half, looking down and smiling. " Want some Soka…"

" What?" Hisoka asked, not even turning his attention from a good sports catalog that had caught his eye.

" Umm… Hisoka… would you be mad at me if I told you something?"

" That would depend."

" How about ' I lost you'."

Hisoka's head shot up and he spun around, the catalog slipping from his hands. He looked around frantically for any sign of his smaller self, an odd feeling growing in his gut.

' Worry?'

" How could you Tsuzuki! How could you lose me… I mean hi… Oh whatever!"

Tsuzuki winced at the sudden increase in volume and took a step back. " I'm sorry Hisoka!"

Both raced out of the small shop and took opposite sides, eyes searching for the small boy. They pushed and shoved by people, making their way, voices calling out to him. Panic began to set in within seconds.

' What do you care?' A voice growled in his mind. ' You want him to go away, don't you? You want him to disappear.'

" No!" Hisoka hissed to himself. Sure he wanted him away, but he didn't want him to get hurt… did he?

Was he that cruel, that mean to wish that same fate on the smaller form of himself as he had had? Did he WANT the child to feel the same kind of pain; did he want him to be hated? Was he truly that… jealous?

A scream. Hisoka's head shot up, eyes looking forward, and his heart seemed to stop. In the road was Soka, staring in shock at the car that was speeding towards him, his small body too tiny to be seen. Everything seemed in slow motion as Hisoka ran forward, hand out stretched, trying to reach for Soka even though he was so many yards away.

The car screeched, tried to turn away, skidding straight towards Soka…

… and Soka was gone.

OO

" You alright?"

Soka opened his eyes, his small body trying to relax his breathing. Looking up, his emerald eyes met with the saviors.

Before he knew it his body began to shake, fists clenching, and he began to cry, putting his arms around the man and sobbing into his shirt. The man patted him, holding him close, and picked him up, stepping out of the alley they had rollen into.

" Shh, don't worry, don't cry, what's your name?"

With a hiccup, Hisoka managed to choke out. " My name is Hisoka, but everyone calls me Soka."

" Well then Soka, its nice to meet you, my name is Muraki."

OO

Chris: Mwahahahahahaha, this should get interesting. Hehe. So, what ya'll think? You've been so kind to me, 75 reviews so far. I never imagined this fanfic would get so many peoples attention! This is awesome! Thank you all, and now for the preview of my new fanfic I've been creating, and hopefully putting on if you all think it would work!

Synopsis: In the darkness of the basement, Hisoka hears a voice in his head, one calling to him, telling him it will be around him always, never leaving him alone, as long as he will do anything it says, and Hisoka agrees. This "friend", in actually a demon, has haunted Hisoka since that day, coming out only in the pitch darkness as a stringy creature who moves so slow its no wonder Hisoka was able to avoid him in the night. Now Hisoka is dead, but what happens if in the late night Watari turns off the hall light Hisoka's been keeping on for so long. The demon is back, and it wants its prize once he catches the Shinigami, but what exactly did Hisoka agree to?

If anyone wants to know anything about this creature, or can even give me tips on how to shorten the synopsis but still make it sound interesting when I finally put it up, tell me, lol. If you don't like the idea, place it in the review, I'm more then happy to delete the fanfic.

In any case, thanks all! (Huggles everyone… then gets weird stares)

See you next time!