Ok.. Hisoka was a little OOC in the last chapter.. o.o; sorry... didn't mean to do that... oh well. to continue with the story!

Muraki stoked the blonde hair gently, combing through it with his fingers. It was so soft and silky to the touch, never knotting no matter how much he played with it. The doll it belonged to sat kneeling obediently in front of him. For the dolls own safety it was chained at his wrist, but given quite enough room to move about. Heaven forbid if his doll were to come back and fight, he could not fight him this time and he had to be careful in restraining him. Though Muraki must admit, the boy had grown stronger against his powers. Keeping him under his hypnotized state was growing more difficult each time he came out.

"Doll..." Something stirred in the child at his words. There was a slight twitch, a stiffening of muscles. "You're so beautiful dressed in silk like this. The rich blue of this yukata suits you quite nicely. Your hair is so soft too..."

"Mur..ak..i.." The choppy name came out, almost force though no physical bound blocked the boys mouth. His eyes flashed a moment, reappearing a pupil and light in the dull green of his eyes. Muraki narrowed his eyes in frustrated anger. With the mere thought his power increased and trampled over the boy. The spark of life that had begun in his eyes was quickly snuffed out as Muraki moved in, kissing his neck gently.

It was nearly, almost certainly a sign of an apocalypse the gentle ness of Muraki's movements. His kisses, his strokes. He tried to be comforting. His hand now stroked the chubby belly that showed a bit more plainly through his outfit now. He could feel the tiniest spark of life inside, but it burned at him, it forced itself to be notice, using all it's reserves. "I'll take care of you. You carry something of great importance. A child born immortal to an immortal mother... if that's what you wish to call yourself..." Muraki leaned Hisoka's head back and tilted him, leaning him back against his arm. "Close to Perfect as one can get, without being Mr. Tsuzuki, even being born from a child-mother like you..." Muraki took his lips locked them to his own.

..."Tsuzuki, what in the hell happened! What did you do to Hisoka!" Watari pushed wide open the door to Tsuzuki's apartment. He caught a half dressed Tsuzuki off guard and both shinigami's eyes bulged. Watari and Tsuzuki both quickly turned about, both blushing a deep crimson.

..."So you're saying you didn't do anything to bon. Then why would he barge out like that..." Watari leaned back in his seat. Tsuzuki didn't seem to know anything about Hisoka's condition. Tsuzuki probably would have throttled him already if he had. His eyes grew wide and he gulped loudly at the mere thought of an angry Tsuzuki coming after him.

"Watari.. are you alright?"

Watari snapped from his daze, shaking his head and hands in front of him (trying to protect himself if Tsuzuki was to try to charge him? maybe...) "No no! I'm alright!" He took a deep breath of relief when Tsuzuki went back to staring at his hands clasped in his lap. "Hisoka hadn't said anything to you... about anything...?"

Tsuzuki fidgeted a little bit. "I think it was because he..." He blushed and fidgeted more. This was a very uneasy thing for him to speak of. "I think it was because he woke up to being in bed with me..."

"WHAT? YOU TRIED SLEEPING WITH HIM! HOW COULD YOU!" Watari stood, pointing an accusing finger at him His hair stood up and he twitch at the sight of poor Hisoka, trapped under a lustful Tsuzuki, crying and trying to push Tsuzuki's big, powerful. muscled body off of him during the night. 003 was seen flying about Tsuzuki's head, trying to peck his brains out.

"OW! stop that! ow!" Tsuzuki was batting at 003. "It wasn't like that Watari! Ow! He came in bed with me! He crawled in sometime during the night and curled up next to me! Ow, ow, ow!"

"Oh..." Watari called for 003 and the little owl backed off Tsuzuki's beaten and puffy face and head. "He crawled in with you...?"

"I swear it! I stopped going after him months ago! when he said he didn't want to anymore!"

"Sounds to me then Tsuzuki, that bon has something... on his mind..." It was so hard not to tell Tsuzuki what hit was, he had every right to know he was having a baby girl or boy, I mean, it had to be his right. "Perhaps he needs some time and some space.. he'll come back, Tsuzuki..."

"yeah... you're right..." Tsuzuki might have believed in these words.. but for some reason, they offered him no comfort.

Short again but hey.. I did it in less than a day... and it's still somewhat good! (proud of herself!)