Chris: Hello all, Chris back again. How is everyone? Sorry about the delay, been a nice vacation and I guess I just haven't been up to doing much. Heh. I'm lazy. Well, it seems some people enjoyed my Bon and Bon Christmas Special, which made me happy. Thank you all who looked at it, even more to the reviewers. As I said, anyone wanna give me a chat just check out the Bon and Bon Forum! Heh, per usual, enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 14
The mouth closed slightly, eyes widening, and finally rolling back into his head. The thrashing cord finally stopped, dropping to the floor with a wet splash.
" No, Saki! Live, live!"
Tsuzuki rolled over, cords on his wrists finally snapped sending him onto his stomach. When his eyes peered up they were once more met with Hisoka.
Who, in return, blinked.
In a numb shock Tsuzuki reached up and touched the cheek of the young man who lay before him. Hisoka's eyes were wide, darting this way and that, before the initial fear was overwhelmed by his urge to turn over and begin to choke on the water invading his lungs. Sitting up as fast as possible Tsuzuki took his hand and began tapping lightly on Hisoka's back.
" Are you alright?" He asked quietly.
Hisoka nodded, pointed toward Soka. " Take care of Him and Watari first."
Nodding, Tsuzuki took the child into his arms, cradling him tightly. Soka coughed, large eyes opening to look into Tsuzuki's. With a smile the fuda user held him tight, taking his hair into his hand and rubbing lightly.
" I'm so glad your ok Soka." He whispered.
The child nodded and clung to him, tears coming to his eyes. Slowly Hisoka and Watari began to stand, each coughing up the foul liquid in their bodies.
Watari wiped his chin and stood straight, brushing away blond wet locks. " Everyone alright?"
" Yeah, we're fine." Hisoka grumbled.
In front of them Muraki stood, blood still flowing freely from his cheek. His body was soaked, hands twitching as he glared at the end on the floor. With a mad look in his eyes he dove, grabbing it and rolling before sitting up. He shook the head, the spinal cord waving with the fierce action, hair shooting away small dribbles of water.
" How, could you! How could you do this to me!" He shrieked.
Slowly Hisoka, Watari, and Tsuzuki made their way toward him, hands up in defense. Turning to look at them Muraki clenched his teeth, backing up as he did so.
"Don't worry." He mumbled, holding the head tightly to him. "I'll get you Tsuzuki, and I will slaughter everyone here! Every one of you!"
Raising his hand, the older man laughed as a swirl of white wind engulfed him. Every one in the vicinity ducked away, elbows coming up to protect their faces as a mock shield. Before their eyes the doctor disappeared, head in all.
"Wow…" Hisoka said, arms coming down and resting by his sides.
The group stayed in silence, staring over at the small child in Tsuzuki's arms. Soka cuddled closer into Tsuzuki's shirt, eyes closed, and before long had drifted off into sleep, content with his "daddy".
"Let's head back." Watari mumbled, turning away and heading up the stairs.
Everyone fallowed, shutting off the lights and closing the door behind them.
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When they had returned they were welcomes with happiness and greetings. Everyone was thrilled that they were ok, and especially tiny Soka. Everyone hugged and coddled him, giving him candies and such. Soka didn't mind, and took the sweets without a care.
From the background Tatsumi watched, arms folded, eyes peering over his glasses. He was leaning against a desk and stared at the group intently.
"What's wrong?" Came a voice behind him.
Turning to look Tatsumi sighed. Watari shifted so that he too could lean against the wooden frame, hands against it so his body weighed down. His glasses were slipping, slowly nearing the edge of his nose, but he ignored it. The mans coat billowed over the desk, dirty and grimy, most probably from the event that had unfolded mere minutes ago.
"Just thinking." Tatsumi replied. He had his eyes closed, head turned away.
"About?"
"About the child."
That was all that needed to be said. With a sigh Watari turned away, shoving his hands into his pockets. He hated to do it, but it needed to be done.
There was no way around it.
OO
Hisoka sat, staring at the child next to him, who slept peacefully on the cot by his bed. They had gotten home mere moments ago, and instantly the young one had made his home on his small little sleeping area. With a sigh the teenager turned away, resting his chin in the palms of his hands.
' So crazy…'
Everything that had unfolded, it was like a dream. Of course everything lately seemed like a dream, who would have believed he, Hisoka Kurosaki, would become a shinigami. It was just not something he would have just nodded to in life. But this, this was taking it a bit too far.
The child had been staying with them for a while, and although he hated to admit it, he was slowly getting used to the kid. Yes, it was just himself as a child, but a different himself, if that made any sense. It was Hisoka anymore; the child had created a new personality, and become a new person, Soka. It was official.
Soka mumbled in his sleep and turned on his side, one thumb finding its way into his tiny mouth. The child began sucking slowly, small little noises being created from his throat. Bending down Hisoka brushed away the few blond locks that had fallen into his face. A smile slowly crept on his face and he lifted the child up, waking him.
"What to get something to eat?" He asked.
Soka nodded, a smile coming onto his face. Slowly the two headed into the kitchen, Hisoka placing the boy onto a soft padded table chair. Making his way to the fridge Hisoka opened it wide, feeling the cold chill rush across his face.
"How about ice cream?" came a call toward the boy.
Once again Soka nodded and Hisoka slowly brought out the box of ice cream, placing it on the table. From the corner of his eyes he watched Soka reach over, open the lid, and dip a finger in, savoring the vanilla taste. Putting down two ice cream dishes he began to scoop out the frozen treat.
"How about chocolate?"
Both stopped, looking at one another. They had both yelled the question in unison. Cracking smiles the two laughed, and Hisoka grabbed out the syrup from the fridge and began pouring it on.
"And marshmallow?"
"Sure. How about sprinkles."
"Yeah, and nuts!"
Hisoka couldn't help himself, and before long gave in to the private banter. Who cared right, they were alone. Perhaps he could finally enjoy himself, even for a moment.
OO
Tsuzuki sat on his chair, poking at the writings. The recent event forced him to do extra paperwork, and Hisoka refused to do them, saying that for once Tsuzuki would have to do the work. With a sigh the fuda user placed his cheek on the table, staring at the wall ahead of him.
'This sucks.'
He wanted to be home with Hisoka and Soka. They were probably sitting around, enjoying themselves, and watching television or something, all without him.
' Or Hisoka is forcing Soka to work hard labor, like getting him to clean the house or get the paper. He is forcing him in slave work!'
Tsuzuki jumped at his imagination. Could it be true? Grabbing the paperwork Tsuzuki was about to make a mad dash for the door when he ran into the chest of a man, falling to the ground. Rubbing his rear he looked up into the faces of Tatsumi and Watari.
"Move guys!" He cried. "I gotta go save Soka from manual labor!"
"What are you talking about?" Came Watari's deep accent as he moved toward him, making himself comfortable on the local chair in the corner.
"You're letting your imagination run wild."
Shaking his head Tsuzuki stood, brushing himself off. "Fine, but when Soka is sold to Chinese slave laws don't come yelling to me. So why are you guys here anyways, I promise I did the work!"
Watari shook his head, bringing up one hand. "We have to talk to you Tsuzuki."
"About?" A worried look crossed his face. He didn't like conversations that began with 'we gotta talk'.
"Soka."
Placing down the books the older man looked at the blond. "What about him?"
"Well." Tatsumi coughed, resting against the door frame. "Some recent events have occurred, and we all love Soka. You realize this right?"
"Yeah…" He didn't like where this was going.
"Well Tsu, we all adore the little Bon." Watari sighed. "But we're also worried about him."
Tsuzuki sat down on the chair and stared at them. The two didn't seem to want to meet his eyes, instead looking at more amusing or exciting things, such as their feet or the picture on the wall beside them. Watari was wringing his hands, and Tatsumi was biting his lower lip. This was unusual, perhaps not for Watari, but Tatsumi was always calm and strong.
What was wrong?
"Why?"
Watari sighed, standing up. "Soka is just a creation of another dimension, we don't even know if he's real or not. For all we know I reached into a fake world, or Hisoka's memories. We don't know if we changed a timeline, or reversed some thoughts. For all we know we screwed up the entire force of nature."
"What are you trying to say?" Tsuzuki said, quietly, hands clenching the chair's arms.
"Tsuzuki, we need to put Soka back into his own world."
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Chris: Well folks, another chapter gone. I think the next chapter will be the last one. I know, short, don't yell at me, lol. Oddly enough this chapter was difficult. I was going to make chapter 14 and 15 one huge chapter, but I wanted it to last just a little bit longer. I always get depressed when I finish a story. Well, the good thing is I'm working on my next Yami No Matsuei fanfiction. So when this one is done make sure to look for my name!