A/n: Okay, since now two people have said that Oriya's last name is Mibu, I know. He's using an alias with this woman. You'll find out why in either this, or the next chapter. Also, starting with the next chapter, I'm going to focus each chapter on each pairing.

Follow Me

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Under the Sakura Tsuzuki lay staring up at the sky beside Tatsumi who was finishing his tea.

Neither spoke for some time, but now it was down to business.

Tatsumi set down his empty cup and looked over at the oddly silent Tsuzuki.

"We should begin our plotting now Tsuzuki."

Said purple-eyed man nodded with a grin as he looked back over.

"I'm already two steps a head of you. Not only have I figured out what we're going to do, I know how we're going to do it."

Tatsumi looked a bit nervous about this.

"Hisoka doesn't like large gatherings. I was planning on taking him to dinner before all of this."

Tsuzuki nodded.

"No parties. Come on Tatsumi, even I know that. No, I have something even more devious in mind."

Tatsumi's nervousness turned to cold fear.

Tsuzuki's definition of devious wasn't exactly subtle and rarely had good consequences.

"Okay…but did I mention that whatever it is has to be agreed upon by both of us?"

Tsuzuki winked.

"I know. But if you want me to tell you you're going to have to do something first."

Tatsumi smirked.

"What if I do the wrong thing? Or what if I do something better?"

Tsuzuki sat up on his elbows, now curious.

"Like what?"

Tatsumi stood, blazing blue eyes staring down into the confused face.

"Stand up and I'll show you."

Tsuzuki wasted no time in standing and Tatsumi wrapped his arm around Tsuzuki's waist, eyes never leaving him.

"I've done this to you a thousand times in my dreams…it's time to see if it will really work."

Tsuzuki had never seen Tatsumi act like this and for a moment, his eyes widened in shock as the blue-eyed secretary kissed him, taking control of his lips like the reigns of a horse.

But smooth fingers sliding up his neck softly forced him to close his eyes.

He broke away only for a second to breath out Tatsumi's name, his own fingers tangling in said man's hair.

Tatsumi's lips moved to Tsuzuki's neck, replacing his fingers and nipped behind his ear.

He smirked as Tsuzuki moaned and had to catch him.

He grinned over Tsuzuki's unconscious form and settled him on the grass.

'I can't believe that worked.'

He smiled softly as Tsuzuki opened his eyes slowly.

"What…did you just do to me?"

Tatsumi brushed soft fingers over his bangs.

"Gained complete control over you."

Tsuzuki smirked and leaned up, kissing him.

"Let's do that again some time."

Tatsumi sat up, straightening his tie with a nod.

"Now you have to tell me what you're thinking."

Tsuzuki sat up fully and grinned.

"We're going to play match maker."

Tatsumi's eyes widened.

"You don't honestly mean…!"

Tsuzuki nodded.

"I do."

''

Hisoka and Watari reached Mrs. Akina's house and before either could knock they heard a shrill scream from within.

They found the door to be unlocked and rushed in to find the woman they were looking for with her mother.

She was in hysterics and Hisoka was getting the full brunt of it.

Watari shoved him back out the door and pulled out an ofuda.

The second it touched the girls forehead she was still and the mother looked up.

"Who are you and what have you done to her!"

He smiled softly and reached out his hand.

"I'm Yutaka Watari with Interpol. I apologize for rushing in, however I heard her screaming. It's a simple tranquilizing spell. It will wear off in a few moments."

He turned suddenly as he head a weak voice behind him.

"Watari…"

Watari turned back to the mother.

"If you'll excuse me for a moment, my partner has been feeling ill today."

She nodded, still unsure of what was going on, but she remembered Oriya's words about Interpol.

Watari stepped outside and closed the door.

He wrapped his arms around Hisoka's trembling body, blocking all emotions except calm.

"I'm a little boy standing on a beach watching dolphins play with my beach ball. The terrible little creatures have stolen it and won't give it back."

Watari smiled as Hisoka chuckled slightly.

"I think I'm okay now Watari san, thank you."

Watari released him and placed his hand to his forehead.

"You feel a little warm though. I think we should stay in for dinner tonight."

Hisoka smiled softly and nodded.

They went back up to the door and Watari sighed.

"Let's do this the right way shall we?"

Hisoka gave a slight nod and knocked.

The mother answered the door.

"Please come in gentlemen. Thank you sir for whatever it was you did. She's calm now."

Watari smiled softly as they stepped in.

He was relieved to see the girl sitting on the couch and the two sat across from her.

Hisoka looked up at her after he sat and smiled.

"I'm Hisoka and this is my partner Watari. We're with the police and we'd like to talk to you. Do you remember what happened the night you disappeared?"

She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Mostly it's blurry though. I was working late at the library. I part time there on Saturday. Anyway, this man came in and asked if he could talk to me so I foolishly agreed to go with him to a restaurant he said he owned. He told me he was an old friend of professor Satomi. The last thing I remember is passing out at the table. Then I woke up here just a few minutes ago."

Hisoka looked at Watari for a moment and then back at the girl.

"His name wasn't Muraki was it?"

She shook her head.

"It was Oriya."

''

Oriya caught himself sighing as he watched Muraki step into the room with that ever-present psychotic grin of his.

That beautiful image of his face had been burned into Oriya's mind and he was determined to never forget it.

He shivered as Muraki spoke in a low drawl that rivaled a bass orchestra.

"Hello my good friend. I've finally arrived."

Oriya was simply determined not to allow his emotions to show just yet, but after all these years Muraki could still read him like a book.

Once Muraki had said it was cute the way he fawned over the doctor and his hopes were dashed as he started comparing Oriya to Tsuzuki.

Didn't the man ever give up?

Wasn't it enough when he had to endure six months of recovery from third degree burns and a stab wound the last time he crossed paths with his purple-eyed obsession?

For any other man that would have been the end, if not before, but nothing was too much for Muraki.

Though apparently Oriya wasn't enough to interest him.

But that was about to change.

Once his plan was complete, Tsuzuki would be free, Muraki would have a willing toy, and Oriya would be the happiest man on the planet.

He smiled at this thought and collected himself.

"Welcome Muraki-san. I hope you enjoy your say…"