Home is NOT where the Mind is.

NORMAL POV

"Well, welcome home Hisoka" Tsuzuki rolled the wheel-chaired boy into Hisoka's apartment. It was neat, and it smelled of a light cinnamon apple. "Sooo... are you tired? I can take you to bed..." The amethyst eyed man offered.

Hisoka shook his head. "No... I'm hungry though.." He looked up hopefully, thoughts of food running through his head.

The older shingami smiled, helping Hisoka up and onto the couch. "Lemme go see if I can find anything to make!" He announced and ran into the kitchen. Opening and looking through the cabinets, he sighed... no food. He walked back to Hisoka, who had his hands folded in his lap awkwardly, looking to the floor. "I'll have to order somthing, what would you like?"

"I don't mind. Whatever you would like is fine...I'm not exactly sure what I like" Hisoka answered softly.

"Well then! We'll just have to order a bunch of stuff!" Tsuzuki grinned and picked up the phone, dialing like crazy.

NEW SCENE HISOKA'S POV

I.. am... never eating... again... I guess I didn't realize how hungry I was.. Gah! My stomach feels like it's gonna explode. Tsuzuki on the other hand is still eating! I wonder if he would mind if I took a shower...er, It would probably have to be a bath... it wouldn't bother him would it? "Um... Tsuzuki?"

He looked up at me, noodles hanging from his mouth, his face halfway into one of the containers. "Yeah?"

I nervously plucked at the blue pajama shorts that I had been wearing all day with just a plain black tanktop. "Do you... Do you think I could maybe take a bath? I feel kind of dirty" I asked.

He smiled and placed down the chinese container. "Yep! Of course you can! Lemme just go start the bath!" I watched as he bounced off.

I looked down at my bandage's and casts, Now... how am I supposed to do this? Tsuzuki came out a few moments later and helped me up and to the bathroom. "Will you be okay?" He wondered, setting me down on the closed toilet seat.

"Mm-hm, I'll be fine.." I smiled slightly.

Tsuzuki nodded and walked out of the room. I looked around and then down to my clothes... Now the real challenge begins...

TSUZUKI'S POV

I sat down back on the couch and started grabbing the food containers, starting to clean up. I have no idea what to do about Hisoka's memory, nor his healing abilities... The back of my head healed within five minutes after we got here. So... why won't Hisoka heal?

Suddenly, I heard some sort of a bang and a cry of pain. Hisoka! I dropped the containers and ran into the bathroom to find the boy on the ground, gripping his leg and whimpering. I kneeled down next to him and frowned. "Hisoka... are you alright?"

He gritted his teeth and nodded. "I'm fine... But... I need your help.. getting undressed" I then noticed that he was still wearing the tank top and tiny blue shorts. We both blushed furiously.

I timidly nodded, and I helped him back up and sat him on the edge of the tub. "Ok... uhh.. Lift up your arms.." I said awkwardly.

He weakly lifted up his arms and I slowly grabbed the hem of the black tank top and slipped it over his head, revealing his wrapped chest. He flinched as I trailed my fingers over them. "Ahh, sorry" I whispered and he waved it off. God, I forgot how beautiful he was... GAH! I forgot that he's an empath! Ok um..., grandmothers! Grandmothers! GRANDMOTHERS! (A/N Heehee, and don't forget... GRANDMOTHERS!)

"It's alright Tsuzuki..." He told me and I sighed in relief. Uh oh... Time for his shorts... Just gotta keep my composure... I can do this

"Ok, just kinda.. Hold onto my shoulders for support.." I instructed and he grabbed onto my shoulders, holding onto them with fragile hands. I helped him up and as I reached for the waiste band of the tiny shorts I could feel his eyes on mine. Closing my eyes, I pulled them all the way down, and helped Hisoka into the tub, my eyes still closed.

As I was about to retreat out the door, his voice stopped me. "Why won't you look at me?" He asked. I froze... This is reeeeeeeeally embaressing. "Is it because I'm not the same person you know?... Or are you just afraid?" He added to his original question.

"...I'm not taking any chances Hisoka... I finally have you back...Call me when you're done" I answered and walked out.

NORMAL POV THE NEXT DAY.

Hisoka was watching early morning cartoons, having not been able to reach the remote, as he was propped up on the couch. Tsuzuki was taking a shower and had told the boy he wanted to take him back to the infirmary to see if anything had changed.

A few minutes later, Tsuzuki came out of the bathroom, dressed in his usual tie and black pants. He smiled when he saw a few giggles come out of Hisoka, who was watching Tom and Jerry. 'This is definatly not Hisoka... I mean, there's nothing wrong with the current one.. But it's just not him... I miss the REAL Hisoka... Maybe Watari figured somthing out' Tsuzuki thought, his shields up.

"Ready?" Tsuzuki asked Hisoka, standing behind the couch. Hisoka tilted his head up and smiled.

"Yep!"

NEW SCENE HISOKA'S POV

It's boring just sitting here in the infirmary. Tsuzuki and Watari-san have been talking for a long time outside... I guess they don't want me to know what they're talking about.Watari-san let me play with his owl, 003, what a wierd name for a bird. She was cooing lightly as she rested on my lap. I picked at the cast on my arm. Tatsumi-san had picked us up, Tsuzuki sat in back with me and drew all over my cast. There was a little kitty and puppy, the kitty looked kind of angry at the puppy 'cause he was eating a piece of cake... It seemed kind of familier.

I wish I could remember things... I can barely remember when Tsuzuki rescued me.. I wish I knew why I can sometimes read peoples feelings... I wish I wasn't so confused!

IN THE HALL TSUZUKI'S POV

"So... do you know if he's healing correctly or not?" I asked Watari, leaning back against the wall. We both had shields up so Hisoka couldn't figure out what we were talking about.

Watari nodded. "Oh, he's healing correctly... If he was alive... I have no idea what is wrong with him. Muraki really messed him up... It may be best that Bon doesn't have the memory of what happened, he would be really traumatized, not only did he abuse him but I found hints that he-" Watari stopped. That he what?

What else did that bastard do to Hisoka? Don't tell me... again... No... "What else did you find Watari?" I demanded, my eyes slanting.

"Tsuzuki... I have reason to believe that Muraki forced Bon into sexual situations... When you were out of the room and Bon was unconcieous yesterday, I checked his body... He raped him. Again" Watari said...

...damnit... Damnit... DAMNIT!... If I could get my hands on Muraki right now! I'll make him pay!

BACK TO HISOKA

I giggled as 003 pecked at my unwounded hand. She gets really hyper when she wakes up. I heard footsteps and looked up, Tsuzuki was standing in front of me... He looked really sad... "Tsuzu-"

Before I could finish his name, he embraced me tightly. Is he alright?

...No he isn't... I could hear him sobbing on my shoulder, tears soaking my shoulder.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry..." He cried. Why was he sorry? He never did anything wrong...

I didn't say anything as I lay my chin atop of his head and put a hand on the back of his neck.

END A/N I liked writing this chapter I like a cute Hisoka and not so grumpy all of the time... I wanted to end it at a sad and mushy moment so I thought that was good. I want to thank all of the people who have reviewed this! nod nod So yep, now I think I'm gonna do lotsa POV'S... Hmmmmm... I was wondering if I could get people's opinions on Tsubaki-hime? (Third arc, third book) I just wanna know if I'm wrong for severly disliking her.