Chris: Hello again all… Did my shopping, and got the video game I wanted (Gave it to my girl Sa, but she knows I love it so she will let me borrow it, lol) and suddenly got mauled by a girl saying she knew who I was from school and knew I was the one making this fanfic… then asked me out and said I was " really cute"… Needless to say it was very interesting, lmao, but did not go over well with Sa who pointed to the collar on my neck (I'm not lying about this people, scary as that may be Oo) which reads " Ownership of Sa"… So yeah… thanks for the compliment! LOL.

Oh! By the way, a nice update, Chris is making a Bon and Bon Christmas Special! (Its kinda like a side story, a "what if") It features our loveable Soka and our group during the Christmas season, and will be put online on Christmas eve. So look out for it all! (Hopefully I will be able to make a Bon and Bon for every holiday)

Chapter 11

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.

OO

The small piece of paper in Hisoka's hands held a small address, written crudely as if in a rush. It was a long shot, but perhaps Muraki had dropped in it his haste to escape.

He and Tsuzuki ran, not totally sure of their whereabouts. At one point he and Watari had walked these streets, but Hisoka had never paid any attention. So, desperately, they stopped every other person they came across and asked for directions. Unfortunately the task was taking much too much time.

" Maybe we can contact the Gushoshin?" Hisoka offered, skidding to a halt in front of another street and searching for any type of road sign.

" At the moment I have no way of getting a hold of them. Wait!"

Above them the small white demonic bird landed from before, rubbing its head against Tsuzuki's cheek. With a small on his face he threw the bird back into the air, pointing forward.

" Come on, she knows the way!" (Ok, I didn't know if it was male or female, so just nod!)

Hisoka fallowed, feeling his heart pumping in his chest.

' That must mean they're alright.'

It had to, right? I mean the bird would have acted differently if they were hurt. It wouldn't be as calm as it seems to be. So they had to be fine.

' How did this turn into such a mess?'

Pumping his arms harder Hisoka closed his eyes, listening to his shoes thud against the ground as he ran. It was the same rhythm, over and over, the repeating thudding sound. As long as he concentrated on that, everything would be alright and he would be able to keep going, he wouldn't be filled with such thoughts.

Thud.

The road before them cut off, forcing the two men to turn to the left and watch the bird stop in midair, waiting for them to catch up.

Thud.

Another turn. Hisoka's mind was spinning; it was almost like he wasn't there.

Thud.

Did he really just turn? How far had they gone? Where were they? Why was Tsuzuki stopped? Should he stop as well? Should he breathe?

It took him an extra few seconds to realize why he was having such thoughts, and released the breath that had been held in his throat, gasping for oxygen behind Tsuzuki, who himself seemed perfectly fine. Finally regaining his composure he looked up, eyes fallowing where Tsuzuki's were currently resting.

It was a small home, almost country like, and seemed perfectly normal, down to the small little pink flamingo on the grass in the yard. The ground seemed to be cut, and the stones leading to the porch perfectly clean of any dirt. The house seemed only to be two stories high, a small round window on the upper level.

" Is this it?" He asked, breaking the silence.

Tsuzuki nodded, taking one last look at the piece of paper and walking forward, onto the porch and knocking on the door.

They could hear nothing, no footsteps, no dishes moving, nothing. Breathing again, Tsuzuki put a hand forward, gently pushing the door open. Looking back at Hisoka he walked forward, into the house.

Oddly enough it was very clean and almost homey. They stepped into a small living room, a red couch sitting directly in front of them, a T.V. of to the side on a large cabinet. Above the couch hung a large picture, hanging down just inches from the ceiling.

" Tsuzuki… that's Muraki!"

Just as he had said, the picture hanging was a portrait of the doctor himself, arms around a young woman who leaned against him, smiling. Her large blue eyes seemed to pierce into the men staring. And on her hand, which rested on the doctors' arm, was a diamond ring.

" Do you think…"

Hisoka's eyes wandered away from the picture, looking at the T.V. stand. Around it were several smaller pictures, all holding a picture of Muraki and the woman, some including smaller children or other adults.

Shaking his head Tsuzuki walked into the room next to it. " I don't even want to think about it."

Fallowing example, Hisoka began looking around as well. The address was clear; this was definitely Muraki's place of living.

' But is Soka and Watari here?'

Closing his eyes, Hisoka leaned back. Everything seemed to be screwing up, nothing was going right. Why did all this have to happen, couldn't everyone just relax, couldn't the fighting end. It was like he was falling backward an unable to stand again.

Which was exactly what was happening. Eyes shooting open Hisoka opened his mouth to yell out, hands trying to grab onto anything he could. The door behind him must have opened when he rested his weight on it. Just as he thought he was going to slide back and fall Tsuzuki raced over, grabbing onto his wrist.

" Thanks." The teen muttered at he stood straight.

The stairs behind him were dark, leading into what looked like nothingness. Both squinted, trying to get a better look, but failed miserably. Pulling his coat tighter to him Tsuzuki ventured forward, holding onto the rail and walking down the steps.

Around them their steps echoed, loader and loader as they descended. The air seemed to grow thicker, the taste of dirt entering their mouths as they breathed. A cold chill swept through Hisoka and he shuttered, grabbing his shoulders and hugging himself to keep warm.

" Where do you think this goes?"

The older man didn't respond, just continued to walk. Giving up Hisoka fallowed close behind.

In front of them the steps stopped, large golden lights flowing down around them. They stopped, eyes going wide, chin's lifting.

A large metal door stood in front of them, white in color, thousands of small cranks and pulleys around it. A small green box sat next to them, what looked like a key card opening on one side.

" How do we get in?" Hisoka asked, mouth still gaping open.

The older man shook his head and reached into his coat, pulling out a small fuda.

Before he was able to use it though and cranks began to move. Both men took a step back, watching intensely. The doors cracks opened, bright light flooding the room, causing them to shield their eyes.

" Tsuzuki, look!"

In the opening stood the shadows of Watari and Soka, standing there, and staring at them.

Staring.

Unblinking.

Just staring.

OO

Chris: Hmm… - Woot! Well, it was rather short, but I hope you enjoyed. Pretty much everything that had to be said was already said above, so in any case I hope some of you check out my Bon and Bon Christmas Special!

On another note, I have no idea what Muraki's fiancée looks like, so I didn't give much of a description on her. Maybe sometime I will create a fanfic with her in it, I haven't seen any, and I do have an idea. But I kind wanted to place her in, even for a second, to show that even Muraki has some sort of humanity. Hmm…

See you next time!