A/n: This will probably be the last chapter for a few weeks as I'm trying to finish up some one shots that have been collecting dust for a while. After this chapter I'll be going back to focusing on each couple separately as that seems to be easier for me to keep track of. So since it'll be a few weeks until this is updated again, who would you like to see the next chapter about? Muraki, Oriya and the possible murder investigation of Ukyou; Tsuzuki and Tatsumi; or Hisoka and Watari? Just a quick question here though, if eleven people are alerted when this is updated, than why is only one of them reviewing. Are the rest of you even reading this? I'm not usually one to care much about reviews but it just seems I only have two readers and that's kind of discouraging. Anyway this chapter is going to end with a nice bang. My first thought was to have Tsuzuki kick the shit out of Muraki and then I had a better idea….err and yeah, this chapter is sorta uped to R because of swearing...

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Follow Me

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Tsuzuki slammed his fist into the wall by the door in Tatsumi's office.

"You can't tell me I'm in trouble for that! I was only trying to protect Hisoka and I would have kicked his ass if you hadn't stopped me!"

Tatsumi took both of Tsuzuki's hands into his and pulled him over to the chair.

"Simply put, you should have waited for me. How the hell is it that you seem to know where he is all the sudden anyway?"

Tsuzuki slunk down into the chair and dug his fingers into his bangs with a huff.

"I left a tracking demon with the girl. It reports to me every hour."

Tatsumi took in a deep breath, trying his damnedist to not lose his temper.

"And you didn't tell me why? So what were you going to do if something did happen that required us? You're just damn lucky Konoe is also our friend."

Tsuzuki looked away.

"I can't drag you into this Tatsumi. You know I'd go without you. This is a personal battle with him…"

Tatsumi grabbed Tsuzuki collar, forcing him to look into the blazing blue eyes.

"Why! If you didn't know about what he did to Hisoka you'd have taken off already! It's not a personal war Tsuzuki; it's you being selfish! Hisoka was right wasn't he! Tell me!"

Tsuzuki closed his eyes.

"What would be the point?"

Tatsumi let him go and stepped back.

"After everything he's done to you? What is wrong with you that you want a murderer?"

Tsuzuki broke down.

"He's just like his grandfather alright! It drove me insane to know that what happened then would never happen again. I'm sorry, I just look into those eyes and damn it I see him instead of Kazutaka."

Tatsumi stared at him in complete shock.

"You mean to tell me the whole reason you killed yourself was that his grandfather slept with you!"

Tsuzuki dropped to his knees before Tatsumi, tear filled eyes looking up into anger and hurt.

"Please help me Tatsumi. I don't know what to do anymore."

Tatsumi's face grew dark and he turned away.

"Go than."

Tsuzuki's eyes widened.

"What!"

Tatsumi tried to swallow the lump of tears in his throat.

"Go and screw him once. If that's what you want so damn bad, than just do it…only if you promise you'll come back to me in the end."

Tsuzuki stared at the trembling form before him.

"You can't mean that!"

Tatsumi turned, an extremely hurt look on his face.

"Tsuzuki. Love is about sacrifice and finding your place in the relationship. We can't do that until you figure out for yourself that nothing good can come of being with that twisted bastard. Telling you that you can't, will only make things worse. I'll take care of Oriya, you just get him alone."

Tsuzuki was still in shock of this as he slowly stood.

"Tatsumi…you don't know what you're saying."

Tatsumi took off his glasses to dry the tears in his eyes.

"Yes, I'm afraid I know all too well what I'm saying. If you deny this than I'll have to break up with you. I cannot be in a relationship with you if you constantly want someone else."

Tsuzuki was silent for a moment.

"You're really serious about this?"

Tatsumi nodded.

"Just remember that you have to come back to me. I don't care how long you're with him, days, weeks. Whatever it takes to make you decide, you have to come back only to me and forget about him. Do you think you can do that?"

Tsuzuki sighed deeply and nodded.

"How will you distract the others from my being gone for that long?"

Tatsumi replaced his glasses, finally able to keep the tears at bay.

"We have a case. I'll do the work slowly."

Without another word, he left Tsuzuki to his thoughts.

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Muraki found Oriya coming out of the girl's room.

"She's thankfully asleep still. If you won't take discipline I'm afraid I'll have to. She should have a bed time."

Muraki too was thankful that the girl was asleep…he had a lot of talking to do with Oriya and he felt this sort of topic wasn't all right to talk about in front of her.

"I need to talk to you Oriya. It's very important."

Oriya secretly smirked.

'So you finally caught up?'

He followed Muraki into the living room and sat across from him.

"Okay?"

Muraki was silent for a moment as he glanced over Oriya's pose.

"Where is it that you have acquired this…new talent?"

Oriya smiled.

"Which one?"

Muraki narrowed his eyes.

"Start at the beginning, I have all night."

Oriya sighed deeply and looked away.

"You really never notice me do you? You still think I'm just a normal human. In reality I'm just like you. I've been studying Muraki; a lot of things."

Muraki crossed his arms.

"Like what?"

Oriya stood.

"I learned the fall. I was the one who saved you from Touda's flames Muraki. Me. I learned to protect. Spells, fuda, powerful attacks. I took up the dark arts to finally show you that I'm not just a weak human, to be worthy of you but you still refuse to see me! You refuse to see that I love you and that I want you. I know every murder and crime you have committed since high school and I don't care! You say Ukyou was the only one who you ever loved. Well why can't you love me too!"

Muraki was silent, unable to speak as Oriya dropped back into the chair with a heavy sigh.

"Do you get it yet Muraki? Do you finally see that this isn't just some insane crush? What makes me so different from Tsuzuki? Do I need to buy purple contacts?"

Muraki suddenly began to chuckle at this.

"Purple contacts? Is that why you think I'm so obsessed with him? Come now, what a childish reason to stalk someone!"

Oriya certainly wasn't finding this funny at all.

"If you don't stop laughing at me I'm going to slug you."

This only made him laugh harder until suddenly Oriya's fist connected with his mouth and broke his lip.

He looked up just in time to see the obviously pissed off man retreating to his room.

"Oriya, wait a minute."

Oriya stopped but refused to turn.

"Don't bother Muraki, I need to be alone now."

He took a step but suddenly he was yanked back by the hair and fell to the floor with a thud.

Before he knew what was going on, Muraki was on top of him.

He could taste the coppery blood slowly forming from the cut on Muraki's lips as he was kissed roughly.

"You're going to pay for that Oriya."

In a split second they were falling onto a feather bed.

"Where…are we!"

Muraki smirked as he lifted Oriya's hands above him and secured his wrists to the bed with a pair of handcuffs there.

"Some place you can scream as loud as you want."

Oriya closed his eyes as Muraki reached down to untie the loose sash around his under kimono.

"Do you want me to say no? I can pretend I don't want it. Would that be better for you?"

Muraki smirked wickedly at this as he shrugged off his own kimono.

"Why Oriya, I believe you know me too well. Scream for me Oriya, anything you want, just scream."

Oriya secretly gave a content sigh as Muraki began to lay passionate kisses on his shoulder and neck.

"No…Muraki please stop. Muraki don't…"

'And finally I have you.'

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Hisoka felt sick as he woke.

But as that wore off he was angry.

Watari couldn't stop him as he tore through the door and out into the hall at top speed.

"Hisoka, where are you going?"

Hisoka spoke through clenched teeth.

"Konoe."

Watari finally managed to catch up to him as he reached the office of said man.

Konoe looked up in shock as Hisoka stepped in.

The boys powerful energy encased him and could be felt all the way across the room.

Hisoka had never been this pissed off before.

He felt like destroying something and he was intent on that something being Muraki.

"I want to know where he is at this second."

Konoe blinked a moment.

"I'm assuming you are talking about Muraki?"

Hisoka nodded.

"I don't mean to sound disrespectful but I need to know right now."

Konoe was silent for a moment before writing down an address and sliding the paper across the table to him.

"You didn't get it from me and I have no idea what you want with it. Watari, you need to go too."

Watari nodded and Konoe sighed deeply as the two disappeared.

Once in the general area Hisoka could pick up Muraki's residual trail from having walked the same path every day for months.

Finding the door locked he merely reached his hand out and the door came off it's hinges.

"Hisoka…what about the girl?"

Hisoka was silent for a moment as he stepped across the threshold.

"I'll put a sleeping spell on her until we leave."

Finding his way to the girl he placed the sleeping fuda on the covers and sat beside her for a moment.

Watari stood in the doorway.

"Hisoka, are you sure you want to go through with this?"

Hisoka nodded and took a few strands of her hair into his fingertips.

"He doesn't deserve her. And she sure as hell doesn't deserve him."

Watari sighed deeply as Hisoka stood.

"We can't use 003."

Hisoka growled as he walked past the older blond.

"Fuck the bird Watari, I want him to feel my fist."

Watari's eyes grew wide.

"Hisoka you…"

Hisoka growled deeply.

"Yeah well I've never been this pissed off before. I'm sick to death of being his victim. It's time he felt physically what hell he's put me through for the last nine years. I want him to hurt twice for everything he's ever done to me. And Watari…"

Watari nodded silently, afraid to speak.

"I don't want you to do anything. Stay with the girl and make sure my spell doesn't wear off."

Watari turned on his heel and went back into the room, closing the door.

'Hisoka, I really hope you know what you're doing.'

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Hisoka didn't have long to wait before Muraki appeared carrying a half naked and unconscious Oriya.

Hisoka smirked at the look of sheer shock on Muraki's face as he spotted the blond.

"So, doctor, found a new boyfriend?"

There was a hiss to Hisoka's voice that actually made Muraki shiver.

"Go on, put your doll away so you can come play with the big boys."

Muraki figured he was at a disadvantage with Oriya so he started to back away.

"Unlike you Muraki, I play by the rules. I won't attack until you can fight back."

He quickly took Oriya into his room and stood before the boy on the couch.

"So you think you can hurt me boy?"

Hisoka smirked and stood.

"Let's get one thing straight Muraki, I'm twenty one years old now. I hardly can qualify as a boy. Further more, I'm done being afraid of you. Are you ready?"

Despite Muraki's cocky smile, Hisoka felt the fear behind it and without warning he made the first punch.

Muraki was sent down and suddenly disappeared, reappearing behind him.

Hisoka screamed in pain as Muraki punched him in the lower back.

It took a moment for him to recover but he quickly turned and sweep-kicked Muraki.

On the floor once again, he used the same trick, only Hisoka was ready for him this time and caught Muraki's fist, swinging him onto the couch and in the process, breaking Muraki's wrist.

Muraki lay there silently in panting breaths holding his wrist.

Hisoka was surprised to see tears falling from his eyes.

"That's it? I break your wrist and you're done! If I had known that it would be this easy I'd have lost you a long time ago."

Muraki tried to sit up but being slammed into the couch had re-fractured several of his ribs.

"If you'd picked a better day to do this I wouldn't. It's just. I found out Ukyou has been murdered by this man I knew years ago, he's been teaching Kurobara all kinds of twisted shit, and I was still trying to heal from when you nearly killed me with that damn bird!"

Hisoka was silent for a moment, until he started laughing.

"You poor pathetic bastard. I think everything is finally catching up to you. I have just one more thing for you before I leave…"

He turned to the back room.

"Watari…"

Watari immerged from the room and stood beside Hisoka.

"Is it over already?"

Hisoka nodded.

"We…caught him on a bad day. He wasn't much of an opponent. Anyway, I think he'd like to say hello to someone."

Watari smirked evilly.

"Oh 003, come say hello to the good doctor."

Muraki's eyes went wide as 003 came out from under the collar of Watari's lab coat and floated down at him, fluttering wildly around his head as he swapped at her in vein.

"Make it leave! I hate birds!"

With a short whistle from Watari, she returned and puffed out her chest feathers proudly.

Hisoka turned back to Muraki with a glair.

"You're lucky I don't believe in kicking a man while he's down."

He started to turn but Muraki foolishly yelled out.

"Why not? Don't you think I deserve it? You didn't even try to fight today."

Hisoka stopped and slowly turned back to him.

"Would it have done any good? Did it do any good when you raped me nine years ago?"

Muraki was silent as he caught the look in Hisoka's eyes.

"You're damn lucky I was a scared little boy then Muraki, because now that I've grown up I refuse to let anyone fuck with me and you are no exception!"

With that he lunged at Muraki with all his strength.

Muraki futilely tried to fight back but with every movement his ribs stung and he couldn't move the hand on the wrist Hisoka had broken.

Watari simply stood there with a smirk as Hisoka continually beat Muraki, screaming words he wasn't able to decipher through Muraki's own shrieks of pain.

When Hisoka let up, Muraki had curled himself into a ball, unable to move and coughing up blood.

Hisoka stared down at him, out of breath and smirked.

"Just like I thought. Weak pathetic bastard. You just fed on my fear because I didn't realize I was letting you. Well I'm not going to let you anymore and I hope you live a long life and remember this night until your dyeing hour."

As soon as they were gone, Muraki pushed himself to the floor and inched his way into his room where Oriya still lay sleeping.

He slid the door closed behind him and passed out.