He was groggy, so groggy. His body ached and his head pounded. When he finally did manage to open his brick heavy eyes it was all so blurry, just a blur of blonde.
"Easy, bon. I don't want you to move. You're weak from the tests..."
Tests? In moments Hisoka's heart dropped into his stomach and he suddenly felt the urge to vomit. He had forgotten all about it and when he had remembered he though it was all a sick nightmare that would leave as sleep did. He started to shake, his eyes wrenched closed.
"Bon?"
"I hate you! Tsuzuki.. Tsuzuki will..." His shaking worsened as he pulled away from Watari, hugging himself tightly. 'I'm a freak...'
"Tsuzuki..." Watari took into consideration for a moment the other shinigami. With all hopes well, the father of the child would be Tsuzuki, Hisoka would never willing give himself to anyone that he could think of. And the only other to have ever been with him clearly in his mind and with possibility was Muraki. However, bon's fears were perhaps somewhat in good reason. Becoming a father was the farthest thing from Tsuzuki's mind when he was with Hisoka he was sure. "Well yes.. he should be informed I suppose. So do you or should I..."
"No!" Watari's cheerful face, clueless to Hisoka's turmoil was quickly replaced at Hisoka's cry. "He can't find out, he can't ever find out!"
"But bon, it's his.. isn't it?" Hisoka never answered. He curled tighter in on himself. "Bon, you can't hide it much longer, and you can't deny it.." Watari stayed a bit longer, Hisoka never spoke to him, never once even looked at the man. He knew now, especially since Hisoka entered denial, many cautions would need to be taken. Hisoka would need the right foods, vitamins. And work... How would he explain to the boss why Hisoka would be out for at east 9 months? "Bon?" he tried once more. When he received no answer he picked himself up from his seat. "Do as you wish bon, I won't tell him. However, he really deserves to know..." With that Watari left the room leaving little 003 behind to keep Hisoka comfort. The little bird flitted to his side.
'Poppet...' a voice, eerie and familiar in his mind echoed in his head. His skin burned as red falres came to life about him. 'My poppet.. my perfect little doll...'
"Go away!" Hisoka shouted, frightening the small bird at his side, who had yet to notice any presence to which the shinigami could be talking to or of...
'What troubles you... you can not hide from me... I am in your flesh, you body, your mind.."
"GO AWAY!"
AN: oh lookey lookey... Muraki... insert evil laugh here