A/n: longer chapter this time. A little stronger Watari/Hisoka romance. gotta go slow with them, cause if i was hisoka i'd be afraid to jump into another relationship so quickly. and of course Watari is sillgetting over Tatsumi.Yeah, also I'm in a bad mood so I feel like torturing Hisoka. No worries, the first paragraph doesn't go far. Sorry if the last part seems kinda st00pid, but you know, 003 never gets any creadit…
And just to let everyone know, this is defiantly not the end.
Follow Me
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Hisoka sat up quickly as he realized he was in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room.
His heart began to race as he began to remember that dream.
Everything felt dangerous.
Hisoka looked up to see the woman who had supposedly killed herself, harshly shoved into the room.
"Oriya!"
However neither seemed to acknowledge he was there and he watched silently.
"I'm not a bad person Miss. Akina! Don't make me hurt you further."
Hisoka fought off waves of dizziness as the woman screamed.
She was very scared and Oriya was very angry, but somehow these emotions were buffered for Hisoka, as if there was a force slowing them down.
"You killed me! Damn you let me go!"
Oriya glared hard and slapped her.
"You owed me, this is your payment!"
Hisoka stood and walked over to her as she fell to her knees but the second he touched her, everything went black and he found himself falling.
He surprised himself at the name he called out.
"Watari!"
This time to his horror it was Muraki who caught him.
"Do you have any idea where you are?"
Hisoka stared up at him, unable to move or speak.
"You're still my favorite doll."
Finally he was allowed to speak but his words weren't his own.
"You haven't played with me in so long. I thought I was forgotten."
Mentally he screamed that this had to be another dream.
How the hell was Muraki controlling his words!
Suddenly the darkness lifted to reveal a candle lit bedroom and Hisoka suddenly felt very sick as he was placed onto the silk-sheeted bed.
Muraki smirked as once again Hisoka spoke the words he wanted to hear.
"Tie my wrists with a love knot."
By this point he was frantically trying to figure out what exactly was going on.
There was no way he'd let Muraki hurt him like that ever again, but if he couldn't figure out what spell was being held over him he might not have a choice.
His eyes slid closed slowly as his hands were lifted above him.
'Concentrate Hisoka; there's an answer for this and I have to find it.'
Muraki smoothly crawled over him, pinning him down further at the hips.
Inwardly Hisoka was panicking.
This was all too familiar.
He'd relived it so many times in his dreams and he wasn't about to let it happen again.
Tears fell softly from his eyes as Muraki somehow gently tore off his shirt.
"Your marks are there Hisoka. Marks of lust and hate. I gave them to you so you would always feel me. Have they worked?"
He found it cruel that he now could speak his own words that he sufficiently couldn't move.
"One of these days I will see you dead."
Muraki smirked, running his tongue over Hisoka's throat.
"When I'm old and ready to die…perhaps."
The blond did little in the way of attempting to move as he felt fiery kiss after kiss all over his neck and shoulder.
His body hadn't even gained muscle over the last eight years and Muraki's weight was nearly crushing.
He realized to his disappointment that his wrists were bleeding.
"I…hate you Muraki! I want to rip open your chest with my bare hands and squeeze your beating heart until it bursts!"
Muraki growled low in his throat.
"Don't tempt me boy or I'll make this a very long night."
Hisoka screamed and writhed under him as he felt Muraki's hand go for the button on his pants.
"How do you think Tsuzuki will feel when he comes into the middle of this? His lover being ravaged by his worst enemy. Do you think he'll go insane?"
Hisoka was suddenly still and he looked into Muraki's eyes.
"He…doesn't love me. Not anymore so you're wasting your time."
That lone statement brought him to tears at the sheer realization of its truth.
Muraki sat there for a moment, staring down into watery emerald eyes as he tried to figure out if it was just a ploy for him to stop.
But the longer he witnessed the pain in them the more he realized Hisoka truly believed what he was saying and he relented.
The first thing that puzzled him was the fact Hisoka hadn't even cringed at the notion of he and Tsuzuki being lovers.
Then he began to wonder what could have happened to break apart something so obviously stronger than death.
''
Tsuzuki could hear Hisoka screaming as he slept.
Everything Hisoka was thinking echoed through his ears.
Then he heard the worst words ever spoken and found himself whispering them.
"He doesn't love me anymore."
Tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes, tears he didn't even know he was crying until Tatsumi woke him.
Tsuzuki sat up sharply, grabbing Tatsumi's shoulders.
"I know where he is Tatsumi! He's with Muraki, we've got to go right now!"
Tatsumi narrowed his eyes with a nod.
"Let's hurry before anything horrible happens."
''
Muraki thought very carefully about what he had been planning to do and decided since he already had Hisoka in his fingertips he'd still have a little fun…even if it wasn't what he had intended to do originally.
Hisoka felt chills run down his entire body as Muraki's fingers slid up and down his chest.
"I want to hear you beg Poppet."
Hisoka growled and spit in his face.
"I'll never beg for you! I was a boy the first time, this time I'm a man and I'm not going to let you hurt me again!"
Muraki wiped his face clean and lunged, wrapping both hands around Hisoka's throat.
"You know the best part about you already being dead? I can do anything I want and I can't kill you."
Hisoka was beginning to see double.
Muraki was crushing his windpipe faster than it could regenerate.
Blast after blast Hisoka used his psychic power to dig into Muraki but it did no good.
Just before he lost it Muraki was thrown off of him and hit the opposite wall with a sickening thud.
Hisoka stared around the room wildly as he was finally able to catch his breath.
No one was there but Muraki was unconscious and there was no way he had done that.
He suddenly understood as the shadows converged on his hands, freeing them of the spiked wire.
He attempted to stand but found his head still spinning.
Tsuzuki appeared beside him and caught him before he fell.
For a moment they stared into each others eyes and unbelievably in those few seconds came to an understanding.
Now was not the time to be cold to each other.
Tatsumi smirked at his handy work and crossed his arms.
"Now to finish him off or wait until he wakes up."
A low growling voice was heard from the door and Tsuzuki let go of Hisoka as they saw Watari.
"Let the bastard suffer. If it was up to me I'd do everything to him that he's ever done to Hisoka or you or Tsuzuki and then I'd bleed him slowly so he understands just how sick and evil he is as he dies painfully…"
Tatsumi smirked at this.
"And that is why it isn't up to you. As much as I may agree…business is business."
It was Tatsumi's mistake of turning his back on Muraki for the second that he woke he took his vengeance with a powerful attack.
Tsuzuki attempted to shield him from it, however it got both of them and sent them spiraling through the door.
Watari and Hisoka stared on in horror as he called upon a blue dragon.
The older blond turned to Hisoka.
"We can take him together. Trust me and we can end this."
Hisoka growled with a nod and summoned a sealing spell, however it only held a few seconds against Muraki.
The backfire hit Watari, but instead of hurting him, he seemed to absorb the energy.
"You're going to pay for that Muraki. I'm going to make you hurt."
Hisoka grabbed his wrist, worried eyes looking into his.
"You can't do it alone. Let me help you."
Watari nodded with a smile and took his hand, kissing him suddenly.
He winked at the stunned and blushing Hisoka.
"For good luck."
Hisoka took a deep breath.
"Later…"
Watari nodded.
"Right."
He then looked up at Muraki who seemed oddly distracted by something only he could see.
"Muraki…I control a very rare shikigami. One that you would never guess has any potential to be deadly. But I assure you she's nothing to be laughed at."
Hisoka's eyes grew wide and Muraki stifled a laugh as 003 suddenly flew around the corner.
"Why…did I never know about this Watari?"
Watari smiled as she landed on his shoulder for a scratching.
"She borrows energy to transform herself into her scary shikigami self. I can't use her too often as I didn't have a partner to help split the energy drain with. That's why she's always around. We have a really great bond. I'll explain more later."
Hisoka and Watari closed their eyes.
"You're little pet is going to attack me? That's not even a full sized owl."
Watari kissed her head and as she lifted off of his shoulder she began to drain the energy of not only Hisoka and Watari, but the dragon as well.
She grew in size to rival the dragon and turned into white light.
Muraki attempted to attack with his dragon but it was slow to move now that half it's energy had been taken and the huge bird lunged, snapping it's neck.
She then turned her fury towards the now scared looking Muraki.
It appeared as though they had finally won as she threw her wings back and opened her beak to swallow him however a black ball surrounded him and Oriya stood in the way, the girl in his arms.
"If you attack you'll destroy her too!"
Hisoka grabbed Watari's shoulder.
"Call her back"
Watari growled and reluctantly summoned her back to her original form.
She perched again on his shoulder and nuzzled him.
"So what do you propose Oriya?"
He set the girl to her feet holding her up by the waist.
"The girl for Muraki."
Muraki began to protest but Oriya clenched his fist and suddenly he couldn't speak.
"Well? Or do I have to show you my own powers? He will learn in time Hisoka. Just let me find the man I used to know in this ugly shell. If I can't change him…that I will kill him myself."
Watari started to command her to attack again but Hisoka stopped him.
"Let them go."
The older blond stared at Hisoka.
"What!"
Hisoka smiled softly at Oriya.
"Can't you see a man in love? Oriya is a man o his word. He earned my respect in our battle. Just know Oriya. Muraki is a lost cause. He cannot be changed and I hope you realize that soon."
Without another word he threw the girl into Watari's arms and he and Muraki were gone.
Tatsumi and Tsuzuki took the girl away and left the two blonds alone.
Hisoka stood there for a few minutes in a dazed silence.
Watari rested his hand gently on Hisoka's shoulder as the younger blond finally broke into tears.
Everything was catching up to him.
"I shouldn't have let them go. How long will I let him torment me like this!"
Watari took him tightly into his arms and smoothed his fingers over his hair.
"We didn't have a choice.
Hisoka clung tightly to Watari as a sudden wave of dizziness passed over him.
"Watari…we really need to leave this room."
Watari held him tightly and kissed him again.
The room faded away and they found themselves back in the office and Hisoka stepped away from him.
"I really want to lay down."
Watari nodded silently and helped his new partner to the break room.
Watari sat down beside Hisoka as he stretched out.
"Watari…"
He nodded silently.
"Stay with me for a little while?"
Watari smiled and brushed his fingers over his hair softly.
"Of course."
It didn't take long for Hisoka to fall into a deep sleep and Watari decided to take the other couch, 003 curling herself under Hisoka's arm.
Watari closed his eyes with a soft smile.
'She likes you Hisoka. And I think she understands that I do too…'