Chris: Wow… I haven't updated in a few days, sorry folks! Well, I got into a bit of an argument with a friend's mom, actually my best friends mom, and she thinks I'm a horrible influence, blah blah blah, and suddenly my best friend hated me. Well, she showed up at my doorstep over the weekend and Ive been spending time with her. Sorry everyone! I feel bad, lol. Thanks for all the reviews though while I was away. Woot!
Chapter 10 (Holy crap!)
Hisoka walked, hands shoved deep into his pockets, and stared at the ground, barely focusing on where he was going. He shoved by people, but they paid no attention to him, the streets were crowded and he wasn't the only one running people over.
' Why… why am I so worried?'
He honestly couldn't answer himself. At first he wanted to be happy, glad to be rid of that brat, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Everything seemed to crash down on him, and his worry became fear. If Muraki had him, he could do anything.
' Do you know the murderers rule?'
Shaking his head he continued forward, his steps quickening. Around him the air seemed to chill. Bringing up his hands he began to rub his coated arms, and yet no heat seemed to enter his small body.
Suddenly it was as if everything around him stopped. Eyes going wide, Hisoka turned, a laughter filling his ears.
And there stood Muraki, in a small alley, almost completely hidden, holding onto Watari by the hair. Hisoka watched, too numb to move, as the blonde man turned and was punched in the face, hitting against the brick wall hard and falling to the ground.
And that laugh again.
Finally it seemed as if his legs began to move, and Hisoka raced forward, dashing across the street. Muraki must have noticed him, because he looked in his direction and smirked. Screeching to a stop, merely 4 meters away, Hisoka glared at the attacker.
" Muraki!" He yelled. " Leave Watari alone!"
The older man just smiled, hand coming up to brush away small strands of silver hair. " And why would I do something like that, just because you asked me?"
" What do you want with Watari, and where is Soka!"
Before he realized it Muraki was in front of him, hand coming up to brush his cheek, the smirk still on his lips. His fingers trailed down, lifting up the boys chin.
" Well boy, I don't think it's much of your business."
Hisoka slapped away the hand and hissed, backing away from the man. He held his fists before him, ready to strike at a given notice. The older man backed off, hands coming up in mock defense. Turning around, he picked up the scientist and threw him over his shoulder.
" Put him down!"
With a wave away Muraki disappeared, leaving the bewildered teen alone in the alley.
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Soka cried and screamed, kicked and punched, and literally threw himself up against the metal bars, but to no avail. Sitting back, the young boy gasped for breath.
' No way out…'
Tears formed in his eyes, and he rubbed at them fiercely. This was no time to cry, mommy and daddy wouldn't like it if he cried, they would want him to be strong.
But it was dark, and the man scared him. His look, like laugh, everything. He was unlike anything Soka had ever felt before. He had a dark sensation around him, an evil feel. And that was what scared him most.
Slowly he sat up and ran at the bars again, slamming against them. Maybe, just maybe, if he kept trying, he would find a way.
Plus, he could hear another mans voice in the distance.
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Watari groaned, staring at the test tubes and items in front of him. Sure they weren't his, but he could deal, right?
He had to.
Less then a half an hour ago he had woken up in a dark and cold room, what looked like a giant lab, and was, in fact, a giant lab. (He loved being right). Everything seemed normal, except for a small piece of wiring jammed in his wrist that he could take off, and the cursed headache he was forced to deal with. And then Muraki had walked in.
For all his life he had never felt such pain as when Muraki pressed that small button in his hand. It was like a fire was running up his arm and entering his body, and just wouldn't release him. The tried to cry out, tried to rip the thing from his wrist, but it just wouldn't budge. And all that bastard did was snicker.
" Make me a potion that will steal the soul." Was all he said.
And there he was, in front of a table filled with science, and he couldn't do anything but wince and rub his sore wrist. His ankle was chained to a wall close by, so he couldn't run away, not that there was anywhere to go. The place had a bolted door, and only those with a card key could get in.
' Steal the soul huh?'
He couldn't only imagine what he wanted with something like that, and the thought made him shutter. Whatever it was, it couldn't be good.
003 perched herself on his shoulder, hooting softly into his ear and trying to rub up against him. With a small smile on his face he began to pet her softly.
" Don't worry hun." He mumbled. " We'll get out of here…"
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" Are you sure that's what you saw?" Tsuzuki asked for the fourth time as he and Hisoka ran down the road.
A few moments ago Hisoka had run to him, out of breath, talking about Muraki and Watari and kidnapping. He couldn't understand the boy at first, but finally made him calm down. Now they were headed to the scene of the crime, ready to find anything that would tell them the whereabouts of their friend.
" Yeah, of course! God why do you have to keep asking!"
Ignoring him, the picked up his pace, long legs sending him far. Before long he could feel himself getting out of breath. And yet, oddly enough, Hisoka was right behind him.
" Is this it?"
" Yeah."
The alley was void of any life, and nothing seemed to stir. Only a few piles of garbage. The two looked up and down, left and right, for anything that might give them a clue. Unfortunately nothing.
" Wait, Hisoka, look at this."
Hisoka walked over, looking at the small piece of paper in his hands, and smiled.
" Bingo."
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Soka winced, feeling the bars against the sides of his head, and yet he pulled harder. His whole body, except head, was able to squeeze through the bars, and now it was just this last little piece.
" Only… a… little… bit…"
Finally his head popped out, sending him tumbling to the floor. Shaking it violently he slowly stood, feeling the headache coming on.
' Now where do I go?'
He could have sword he heard Uncle Watari's voice, but couldn't understand why he could be there, of all places. But all he could do was look, right? So, standing up and searching around, he noticed the bookcase.
He knew he promised Tsuzuki… but this was important. So, walking over, he began to climb.
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Throwing another vile down Watari sighed in defeat. It had taken him practically all night, but finally, he had created something that might work, not that he would test it. In his hands, a bottle of blue liquid. On his shoulder 003 hooted and rubbed against him. Closing his eyes he leaned against the table, groaning.
' Why, why would he want such a thing? Is he after Tsuzuki again?'
Something above him creaked. Dropping the bottle Watari looked up, eyes searching the ceiling, when he spotted something fall. Instinctively he dived, legged getting caught in the shackled, but grabbed the body anyways.
" Soka!" He cried in shock.
The child looked at him, eyes wide, and smiled large, wrapping his arms around the older man. Standing and rubbing his sore ankle, he held him close.
" Uncle Watari, I want to get out of here." The child mumbled.
Watari smiled. " I know, hey… do you think you could get this shackle off?"
Grabbing a small vile he handed it to the child, who walked over to the wall and poured it onto the metal. Within seconds the gray solid began to bubble and melt.
" Now come on!"
Just as he was about to scoop Soka up a shadow formed behind him, hitting him on the side of the head, causing him to tumble. Scrambling to his knee's he picked up Soka protectively in his arms and glared at Muraki, who had appeared in front of them.
" Trying to get away?" He smirked.
The man lifted up the bottle, causing Watari to gasp. It had fallen out of his hands!
Just as the young scientist was about to run the other way Muraki opened the vile, throwing the liquid onto the two.
The two didn't have the time to yell or cry out in pain, for as soon as the liquid hit them they crumpled to the floor.
Unmoving.
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Chris: THAT TOOK FOREVER! I'm sorry, lol. I'm kinda sick, heh. Well, hopefully my next chapter wont take so long. Eep. I feel guilty. Heh. Well all, I'm going Christmas shopping soon, so wish me luck and hope that no evil people stole all the gifts! Argh. Now I'm babbling. Umm… ok then, just review!
See you next time!