Unforeseen Tragedy

Part 5

Hisoka was on the floor, crying his heart and soul out, begging for someone to notice his pain and come running to his "rescue"… but no one would come. He was the only person in the entire world, that he knew if, that was cursed with the power of empathy, and so no one would just find him and help bear his pain with him. It just came naturally to him now, feeling what other people feel. It didn't seem fair that he could not be recognized as he could recognize others. He was tired. He wanted someone to be like him, and notice his pain, but instead, they were born selfish- unable and unwilling to deal with the emotions of others. He wanted someone to notice… no, not just anyone. They had been partners for a while, and yet Tsuzuki and him had only made a connection when on a mission, when they had to work together.

Is that it? Did Tsuzuki want nothing to do with him? Is he only around him because they work together? He didn't want to think about it. Still, he could hear the tears as they fell from his partner's unusually colored eyes, and it made his head hurt.

"Stop…"

He felt a deep pain rising in his chest. It stung, and his entire chest felt tight. His head was light, and he felt sick to his stomach. It hurt.

"Stop it…"

It hurt so much.

"Stop it…"

He wanted to make all the pain go away, but it just wouldn't leave him.

"Stop it, stop it, stop it…!"

Just then, the image of a blade flashed before his mind. This startled him, and he gasped. Why was he imagining this…? He didn't like it. Once he had realized that he had stopped crying, the tears started again, and he buried his face in his knees. It was then, ironically, that Watari was walking up the hallway. Him, of all people; Mr. Never-sad guy… He was on his way to visit Tatsumi and Tsuzuki, who had been with Tatsumi all the while he was in the infirmary. The scientist suddenly stopped, seeing a sight he never thought he'd see. Hisoka… crying… He was a real mess, he thought. He crept up slowly, keeping his thoughts to himself as to not have the kid notice him. It was then that he realized he was thinking about not thinking, and no doubt the kid had picked up on it with his empathy. But, despite that, Hisoka didn't budge.

After a moment of staring, Watari knelt down by the boy and lightly tapped his shoulder. The boy jumped, slightly, and looked up at the elder man with red, puffy eyes. He actually looked startled.

"Bon? What is it?"

"…N-nothing…"

"Nothing? Well, that's a whole lot of nothing!"

He reached out a hand to wipe away the boy's tears, but Hisoka tried to protest. When his protest attempt failed, Watari did as he had intended, then pulled his hand back quickly.

"I can't even imagine what in the world could make you so upset. Are you worried about Tatsumi?"

"…"

"Well, no worries! He'll be out of here tonight if he feels able!"

"…"

"Or… IS it him you're thinking about?"

"…"

"I see… its Tsuzuki, isn't it?"

Hisoka looked up, at his statement. If he didn't know any better, he would say Watari was an empath just like himself. Upon seeing that he was right, Watari smiled for a moment. Then, the smile fell into a look of utter seriousness, much unlike the normal face he and the others knew so well.

"I get it."

"Mr. Watari…?"

"You're thinking, could I have prevented this? Doesn't he know you're suffering, too? He doesn't think about how it's affecting your empathic powers. You're thinking…"

"…?"

"…Would he be waiting there…had it been me who had been injured…?"

Hisoka's eyes were wide. He got it perfectly, and the kid was truly impressed, and moved by the man's words. The moment came… and passed, all too quickly, as that goofy grin came out again as Watari got close to the kid's face.

"Was I right?"

Hisoka stared a moment, before closing his eyes and trying to hold back from yelling at the other. He slowly rose from his spot on the floor and stuck his hands in his pockets as he walked away, past the slightly open infirmary door.

"That's foolish…"

Tsuzuki poked his head out the door at hearing voices, and first stared at Watari, again with his serious face, then turned his head to see Hisoka round the corner. Before he vanished from sight, Tsuzuki noticed the boy wiping at his face and sobbing quietly.