Hisoka groggily opened his eyes. The light that greeted his night time eyes was blinding and he immediately closed again his tearing eyes. His body was stiff and achy, he found his position very uncomfortable though he recognized it as the position he'd always slept in. He moaned out as he tried to roll his body into a different position, his muscles and bones strongly disapproving of it as they pulled and rubbed sorely against one another. It was when he moved that he heard a low rumbled and a gurgle, a pain shut up from his stomach to his chest and he felt almost sick. He was hungry, starving really. He'd no idea when had fallen asleep or how long he'd been out and the aroma of eggs that wafted into his nose only taunted him more...
Wait. Eggs? Was that the smell of fresh, hot tea too?
He squinted through one eye, the light fussing and blurring his sight until it adjusted. First shadows, shapes then it began to become clearer and clearer into a plate and mug set on a tray, fixed with a descent breakfast. Eggs, a piece of toast, tea. His stomach growled urgently and demanded him to lunge at it while his body said to move slowly, still stiff from sleep, and yet again his mind told him not to have it at all. He was hungry, but trapped as he was, he had no desire to eat, no desire to live.
He felt every second the life growing inside him and it disgusted him. Muraki's child, inside him. It made him convulse and retch, so wanting to vomit, just the thought. He figured any possible solution leading to his death would be best. Deep in his hearth though, he knew he couldn't die, Muraki would never allow it. If Muraki had to force feed him himself he would never allow it, at least not until his child was born, then Hisoka was disposable. Then he could be beaten, raped, killed and none of it would matter. In a somewhat disturbing way Hisoka looked forward to that day, he could die then, and not have to live in a world with Muraki anymore, or his child. But just the knowledge that he would have given birth to that child.. and Tsuzuki.
Tsuzuki's fate rested on his own. Tsuzuki was strong, protected greatly by his shikigami and the employees of the ministry of Hades, but he was weak on his own. Hisoka was the first partner that had really ever lasted this long with him, the only one he thought he could really last with. With Hisoka dead it would leave Tsuzuki vulnerable., It was then that Muraki would move in on Tsuzuki. He had to end this before he had this child! He knew Muraki, he knew what he was planning. Once the child was born, he would use Hisoka only moments longer, revealing to Tsuzuki that he was disloyal, all those months ago when Muraki had tied him down. Then he would kill him in front of his beloved partner. To further break Tsuzuki's spirit, he would then use the baby against him. He would win and he would make Tsuzuki his.
He hadn't noticed he's sat up, propped against the headboard. He hadn't notice gripping the sheet in his fist till his knuckles had turned white and his nails were digging, regardless of the comforter they gripped, painfully into his palms. It was then that he noticed a sparkled from the corner of his eye., A gleam of light off a silvered, metallic object lay across the plate of food. A knife.
With shaking hands Hisoka reached for the cool, handled blade. It scarped against the plate as he pulled it towards himself, causing his mind to cringe only slightly at the sound, wondering just where Muraki was, if he could here him, or stop him. Staring with wide, shaking eyes he watched the blade he held straight to the sky, then to the door and back to the knife. When no emotion, no sign from Muraki came threw he was free to decide. He shook, his trembling going all the way through to his hands and into the knife. His swallowed hard, trying to get air down past the ball caught in his throat. Then he lower his hands, both gripping the handle tot he knife tight in his hand to where it hurt and the shape of the handle was cut and impressed into his flesh. Opening his hands to flip the knife so the blade was now facing downwards he slowly moved his hands out and tilted them so the cold point of the blade was pressed to the bulge of his stomach. His eyes closed and he let out a little whimper as he tensed his shaking muscles for a plunge.
A shriek broke through the silence and it was a long moment before Hisoka was capable to realize it was one spilling forth from his own lips. The knife fell to the bed as blue electrical sparks flared threw his body and sparks danced around his body. His head turned back, his silken wheat colored locks falling back away from his face, giving a clear view into his shaking eyes, his trembling, screaming lips hung open in a drawn out scream.
' No, no bouya. We can not have that now can we. No harm is to befall either you or my child until you have given birth. Why, if you were to die now, what would I use to lore Mr. Tsuzuki to me?'
Hisoka fell to the bed on his side, curling into a tight fetal ball, or as much of one as he could make with. His body racked with tears and scream and cried of frustrated rage and pain. He had made sure Muraki wasn't around, made sure he was gone and that he was so far he would not even pick up a trace oh his emotional void! And still, still he was denied..
'Silly boy. I'm everywhere, and I know everything and I see everything. You can not hide from me poppet. Your thoughts, your body, they're mine. No matter where I am I can and will control you, so I suggest not trying that again poppet, I don not want to have to hurt you.'
"MURAKI!"
Tsuzuki stared in at the still made bed. The night clothes were still left at the foot of the bed, Hisoka had never come home. Tsuzuki may not have been an empath, he might not have been able to read peoples minds or see the future, but he knew something was wrong. His fists curled around the frame of the door. He'd run out so violently, to see him be so cruel to him was not much, he had always been put off by Tsuzuki's slacking and wasteful and unhealthy ways, but to see him so mean to the others, shoving all of them out of the way, even knocking Wakaba down on the ground. Something had really gotten into him, and Tsuzuki wanted to help. Something was definitely wrong. It was then he felt a shiver go down his spine and a pain shoot to his head.
"Muraki" slipped from his lips before he could stop to think to talk. hearing himself say it was proof enough for Tsuzuki and he had known, deep inside that it was Muraki that had Hisoka, him who had cause the young shinigami never to come home last night. He turned quickly, leaving with speed for the ministry.
..."Hisoka never came home?" Watari blinked at Tsuzuki with large, disbelieving eyes. In his hand was another one of his weird inventions, this on Tsuzuki had never seen before nor heard of but at the moment, nor did he care. 003 sat on his shoulder ruffling her feathers about, shaking her feathers and opening her beak silently as if in boredom. "Well that's not life bon."
"It's Muraki. I know Muraki's kidnapped Hisoka again in attempt to lore us out again, or more like me! I need your help to find him, so I can save Hisoka!"
"Muraki!" Watari squeaked. "That's impossible!"
"It is! I know it is!"
"Calm down, Tsuzuki. It'll do no one any good if you get too worked up over it." Tatsumi pushed his glasses up further on his nose. "What proof do you have that it was Muraki. I mean it does seem traditional however..."
"That's it Tatsumi! Every time something happens to Hisoka or me it's Muraki. And Hisoka.. he.. he wants to kill Hisoka! we're wasting time, help me find him!"
It was the tone in Tsuzuki's voice that struck Watari. Thinking now on the subject of Hisoka, thinking more closely on it. What was it that he was trying to remember that his mind just didn't want to bring up. He hated when he did that, knowing there was something he so wanted to, should have remembered but couldn't. then a flash back came back to him
"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."
That was it! Hisoka been sick lately. It took only a few more m minutes for the full effect to kick in. That's why Hisoka hadn't been sleeping well, that's why he'd been edgy, every since those few months ago when he'd last been missing and come back...
Watari dropped the invention he was carrying in his hands. His hands began to shake and his heart pounded in his chest and wrench at the sudden realization.
"That only leaves one question... Who's the father...?" Watari turned to Hisoka at that, raising his voice form it's mumble so Hisoka could hear. Hisoka went deathly pale, the color drained from his face and his eyes were wide, unnaturally wide..
That's why bon had acted so... It was.. Muraki had...
"Watari san..?" Watari snapped up to see Wakaba looking up to him with concerned eyes. "Watari san, are you ok?"
"It is Muraki. Tsuzuki's right. We've got to find Muraki!" Watari scared everybody with his unusual urgency in his voice. His voice was shaking. They'd never seen Watari like this before.
"Watari, how do you...?"
"He was out for medical reason because... because... I think Muraki was contacting him again, messing with bon and making him sick again... That's.. that's why he ran away. Muraki's gotta have him."
Looking at the desperate and somewhat guilty look on Watari's face that Tatsumi passed for quilt over not realizing the boys cause of illness earlier he decided to follow their hunch. "Gushoshin, check all our cases that we've yet to solve that have happened recently, all murders and missing souls. I want them all documented and that's where we'll start, Muraki's got to be somewhere near his victims if he's calling out Tsuzuki."
"Right!" The flying little chicken flew off to do his research.
Tatsumi turned back to Tsuzuki. "Don't worry Tsuzuki, we'll find him and get him back."
Watari shook, trembling from the tips of his toes to the tips of his fingers and up to his eyes, even his eyes shaking as they stared at his hands, hands responsible for causing all of Hisoka's recent pain. thinking to himself.. 'I don't think he wants to be found... ever...'
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