Wounds of the Heart

"Where are we going Natsu? This place is empty..." Tsuzuki wondered as his partner, Natsu, led him into an abandoned district.

Natsu smiled, walking ahead of Tsuzuki. "You'll see... Oh you'll see." He said creepily.

Tsuzuki lifted an eyebrow, but continued following Natsu until he stopped in front of a large house. "You go on ahead in... I'll be right behind you." Natsu said. The amethyst eyed man gave him a wierd look but shrugged, walking into the house.

As soon as he opened the door he felt a searing pain on the back of his head and he fell to the ground, unconcieous.

NEW SCENE

Tsuzuki opened his eyes slowly and sat up, he was in some sort of room. It was sort of depressing, nicely furnished, but depressing. His head ached, and he could feel wetness on the back of his skull. He lifted his hand and touched the back of his head, hissing when he felt a sting. He looked at his fingers and noticed they had blood on them. He was sitting on a fairly comfortable bed. 'Where's Natsu?... Did he know this would happen?... What the hell is going on? Why am I not healing?' Tsuzuki thought to himself.

"Well hello there... Tsuzuki-san" A deep voice said from the door way.

The amethyst eyed man snapped his head to the door and imedeatly stood up, holding a fist in front of him. "MURAKI! You bastard! Where the hell am I! Where's Natsu! What did you do to Hisoka!"

Muraki smiled and held his hands out in front of him. "Now now Tsuzuki-san, calm down. You're at my new residance, Natsu is currently busy, and Hisoka... You'll just have to see for yourself, But for now I want to give you the grand tour."

"DON'T GIVE ME THAT NICE GUY SHIT! TAKE ME TO HISOKA!" Tsuzuki yelled.

The doctor held out a doll, it was the same one that had been nesstled into Hisoka's arms earlier. It was a blonde doll with vibrant jade eyes, she had short blonde hair and was wearing a french maid outfit. "Tsuzuki-san... would you like me to break this doll? Would you like to hear the most painful sounding, heart shattering cry?... See, this doll is Hisoka's lifeline. One crack to the porcelin, Hisoka will feel pain unimaginable."

Tsuzuki was nervous and angry, but shook his head, clenching his fists.

Muraki grinned, and any trace of decieving left his face. "Good! Shall we go?... Oh and I am deeply sorry about the lack of your healing powers here. It's just a little... touch I added"

Tsuzuki glared as he followed Muraki out of the room, ignoring all of his useless babbling.

NEW SCENE

"...And this is this final room. The cellar, or basement if you'd like a slightly less eerie name for it." Muraki held out his hand towards the door, smiling.

"Is this where Hisoka is!" Tsuzuki asked, reaching for the doornob (A/N Ne... is that one word? Or two?), but the doctor grabbed Tsuzuki's arm and folded it behind the dark haired mans back.

Muraki tsked. "I've told you before Tsuzuki-san, it's not nice to think of another boy when you are with another man."

Tsuzuki growled and wrenched his arm from Muraki's grip. "I don't give a damn! Now tell me! Is this where Hisoka is?" He yelled, grabbing Muraki by the collar of his elegant shirt.

The silver haired man smirked. "Why don't you go see for yourself, Tsuzuki-san?"

Hesitating, Tsuzuki slowly opened the door to the basement. It was cold. Dark. There was a smell lingering in the air... He couldn't quite place what it was. The gash on the back of his head had been throbbing and it only had gotton worse. He slowly walked down the cement steps and was shocked... Natsu was standing there, grinning, Hisoka was in his arms, passed out, oblvious to the world.

"Hisoka! Natsu! What did you do to him!" Tsuzuki asked, furious.

Natsu smirked. (A/N Why do bad guys like to smile so much? Meh, I guess it's my fault 'cause I make 'em do it. Grin) "Why don't you find out for yourself?" He let go of the blonde boy, who almost fell but Tsuzuki was quick to catch him and cradle him in his arms.

Tsuzuki caught a glimpse of his hands as he adjusted Hisoka, they were coated in blood, Hisoka's blood. It made him gag, there was alot of it, he noticed. "Is he..." Tsuzuki stopped, he couldn't even finish the sentence, he didn't want to. The thought of losing Hisoka... was horrible.

"Dead? Well yes... He is a shinigami, so of course he is... But no, he isn't gone. He's just a little... roughed up. I would be gentle with him, he's going to wake up soon. We wouldn't want him to be in alot of pain now would we?" Muraki said, appearing from behind Tsuzuki.

Hisoka shifted a bit in Tsuzuki's arms, tightly closing his eyes. After a moment, his eyes fluttered before they opened, and a dull emerald met amethyst.

A shudder rose in the purple eyed man's breath as fear puddled into Hisoka's eyes.

"Who are you!"

A/N GASP! I made Hisoka-san lose his memory! sigh... I have no idea where I'm going with this story. I think I'll write a Tactics Haruka/Kantarou one-shot, there's not alot of those. Maybe that'll help me work it out a little. So if you like Tactics be sure to read it when it comes out!