Watari sighed over his tea cup. He didn't approve at all Hisoka's actions to his condition. He rejected any and all help from Watari. Nutrition, physical or even an ear to talk to about it all. The way he glared so coldly at him, even in the open in front of the other. It made the rest of the department suspicious. Watari covered their tracks best as he could but he could feel Tsuzuki's growing distrust of everything that had be going on and his lovers reactions.
"That bon.. so stubborn.." 003 twisted his head, squeaking at Watari and looking to him questionably. Watari ruffled the little birds feathers and sighed again. "What will I do with him... poor Tsuzuki.."
Hisoka tossed in bed, the blankets wrapped around him and twisted in his grasp. His hair splayed over the pillow and his body was covered in a cold sweat through his dream.
Kicking, he felt a slight kick in his stomach, which he could notice had grown to quite look like he had tried to smuggle a watermelon out under his shirt. It was a startled feeling, not unpleasant, but yet unexpected, a sensation you never knew existed before, one you never thought to feel but pleased when you get the opportunity. Then there was the gentlest of caresses, a soft, gentle hand lay flat on his overgrown belly. The fingers were long, graceful and skilled with great precision, meant for a purpose and meaning to fulfill it.
There was a reaction on the inside of him. His guts knotted and there was a disturbance in the movement in his belly. It was like a restless soul inside him, the child within struggling and fighting and hating everything that was around it. For some reason, the rest was a blur, he could see and know nothing of what was happening, he could only feel. He felt nothing ut a pain in his heart, not so much physical as it was emotional. Felt as though he's lost something, like a piece of his heart had just been ripped from his chest. Yet, there was something familiar around him...
Muraki...
The next image he could actually make out, the first in what seemed an eternity since he lost his ability to see but heightened his ability to feel was a bundled newborn wrapped in a blanket. The child was still slightly bloody, dirty from only what Hisoka could determine as the amniotic fluids and such. But Tsuzuki wasn't there, he was nowhere to be seen but Muraki leaned over him, his forehead slick with sweat and white trench coat was red with blood and soaked with fluids, the baby in his arms.
Hisoka's breathing picked up as Muraki leaned in, almost lovingly to brush his hand over Hisoka's cheek. He folded back the excess of blankets to reveal a small little face, distorted in it's fit of crying. Small strands of white, silver blonde hair made a small mop on the tip top of his little head, his small fists balled and shook with the effort to cry so loud. His eyes blinked every once in a while to reveal brilliant green orbs. Muraki only smiled lovingly at the bundle and so at his poppet, if not a little amused at the tears flowing down his bloodied and dirty face leaving trails in their wake and his quick paced breathing...
Short I know I know. But.. work... boyfriend... tired... next chapter will be longer.. promise... (consider yourself lucky fastest and longest lasting fic I have)