Watari found himself once again in Hisoka's room. He'd been checking in on the boy a lot, and it'd put everyone on edge and made everyone suspicious. It'd been about a month, perhaps longer. The boy was growing pudgy but certainly not noticeable as a baby to those who weren't suspecting of such. Hisoka still hadn't breathed a word about it to anyone, save Watari, though he seemed to deny it even to Watari. though trying to support the boy in a decision to tell Tsuzuki was hardly his reason for being there this time.

Watari and bought time away from the job for Hisoka, giving a bogus medical report or something not even he really knew what the hell he'd scribbled down. However, regardless of his ability to skip out on work and still live a, somewhat comfortable life.. err.. afterlife, for some time, the boys condition and increasingly worsened. He was so pale now, and not nearly a healthy weight. His eyes were small with large bags under them. Watari had guessed, from the looks of his condition, Hisoka had not had a decent night sleep in quit some time. Only recently had the boy excepted any of the vitamins and such that Watari had been trying to give him. Now Watari only hoped now it wasn't to late.

"You haven't been sleeping well have you bon?" After watching Hisoka swallow some vitamins he continued. "I think I might give you something to help you sleep, a small pill. It shouldn't have any major complications to your condition or anything I think. Lets see, I think I brought something with me like that, it must be in here some where..." Watari began to rummage through his small bag he'd taken in with him filled with the vitamins and such.

Hisoka, groggy had taken a minute for Watari's words to sink in. Watari had already finished his sentence and possibly found the bottle before Hisoka reacted. "No!" Hisoka hit Watari's hand away from him, startling the blonde scientist and leaving a bloody welt on his hand. The honey brown eyes man looked up at Hisoka blinking. "No... I don't need any of those..."

Watari turned deathly serious. his eyes narrowed somewhat. Normally he'd take the mystery of Hisoka's behavior as a challenge, however, not when it involved someone that had become so close and was in such a fragile condition. "Bon! Something more has been going on then simple morning sickness that's been keeping you up. I want to know what it is."

Hisoka turned away. Without looking back to Watari he pulled his shirt back over his head, seen prior to this moment he'd had it off for an examination. It was a large fluffy shirt, one that could easily be said to make up for his "extra weight" He stood from where he'd been sitting and began to head out the door. He'd made it as far as the door, wrapping slim finger around the knob without ever looking back to Watari.

"Bon!"

"Don't call me that anymore. I'm not a kid, a boy or a child." Hisoka opened the door without further word and left the scientist alone in his room. He'd figured on a stroll to leave everything behind, leave Watari, the pills and the dreariness of his apartment behind. Perhaps Tsuzuki was right all those times about his apartment.

Out along the streets of the world of the living Hisoka's stomach growled. He lay a hand over his stomach where he could just now start to feel a life forming. His hand began to twitch with the thought of a child growing inside him. It was a though he had been over many a time and always one he could not bear to stand. It was unnatural, and he could not understand how any female could take in the complexity of it, the indescribable feeling of pressure and responsibility it put on you..

"In your condition you really ought not to be starving yourself."

Hisoka looked up. That voice was familiar, yet in his haze fuzzed mind it did not register until he could see the platinum hair, and gray-silver eyes. "Muraki..." was all he could gasp out when Muraki moved in closer.

"Ah.. you remember me. What has it been now bouya? Two, three months since that night? You were so beautiful, tied up in red silk like you were."

"Stop it..!" Hisoka quivered out his breaths, shaking, more in fear than any other emotion. "Leave me alone! Get out of my head!"

Muraki wrapped his arms about the boys back quickly. He pulled him into an embrace, twisting Hisoka around so back was against chest. He leaned in, whispering with hot breath that condensed against Hisoka's upper ear in dampness. "Even after being taken by another you were still tight, and oh so beautiful when you moaned and screamed beneath me."

"Sop it!" Hisoka felt a hand cover his own which he had not noticed till now had remained on his growing belly through the discovery of Muraki. He stiffened and electric shock ran through his body. This had to be another dream! The hand tightened, squeezed over his on, till Muraki shoved his hand away all together, squeezing his own hand, Hisoka's shirt being his only obstacle, on Hisoka's growing belly.

"Have you told Mr. Tsuzuki yet? I'm sure he's thrilled to be the father of a new baby." His hand kept squeezing, rougher and harder till it was pinching and hurt. Tears sprang to Hisoka's eyes and his hands pushed feebly at Muraki's trying to pry them off. The physical and mental pain on his empathy were taking their toll on him and he was already too weak from hunger, sleep deprivation and stress to fight. "Or are you afraid? Afraid he'll think you a freak. Or afraid that this life, this baby growing inside you belly," he emphasized this with a harsh squeeze pulling a mewl from Hisoka, "Is not Mr. Tsuzuki's at all but mine? That it is the product of the last person you had been with in the past few months, so pretty, begging and crying."

"Please! Stop!"

Muraki lessened his grip to simply laying his hand on Hisoka's stomach. he rubbed it, feeling the life force inside, feeding off it's existence and the anguish it cause it's creature, it's mother being. "I'll be back for you bouya. I will wish to see my son." Muraki released Hisoka entirely, walking down the street with as much style and flair as if the entire encounter had not happened. The wind blew the back of his trench coat at Hisoka. Hisoka however, fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face. Only his own arms where there to hold him as he cried and shook alone on the pavement.