Hisoka Stared at the wall to the side of the bed blankly. He rested on his left side, right hand placed delicately on his fattening, rounding belly. It could be seen now, easily detected by anyone who would allow the thought to cross their minds. Naturally a normal person would never have thought for a male to be pregnant, but, for Watari and those not used to the normal, and those suspicious already, it would be as plain as the nose on his face what was under the layers of skin, fat and amniotic fluid surrounding the fetus growing in his stomach. There'd be no hiding anything now if anyone was to see him.

"Still up I see. You should really be resting. It's bad for your health to be up this late."

He could feel now his presence. He was be so lost in thought about what was happening to him, what he would tell them all that he hadn't even heard Muraki come in, or felt it in the slightest. He'd come accustomed to the doctors constant visits, he had to keep checking up on him, to make sure all was alright with his child. He'd been with him for so long now it seemed, a month at least, longer perhaps. He could be easily about 5 month or so along now, perhaps into the early 6th month. It was rather hard to tell, he had nothing to tell the passing of time by in the room, not even a window, and Muraki's visits were constant, and not truly on a schedule. More like, Muraki just stopped by whenever he could spare the time between filling his own needs for rest and work, and he seemed to be working at all hours and not really constant, more like, when he was needed. All he knew, was that with him, time crawled by, and every second felt like a lifetime, something he had not thought he would ever feel again, being virtually immortal. A thousand years should have been no more than the blinking of an eye to him.

There was a glare flashed at Muraki for a long moment that disappeared. It was hopeless fighting back against Muraki, after so many attempts Hisoka had finally given into this truth. Each attempt to end his own life was stopped by Muraki's ever watchful eyes and hands, every physical attack made against him when he visited proved fruitless. Muraki was smarter, stronger, there was no way Hisoka could find a way around him, so he just, gave in, with no more protest than complaints, glares and on occasion, a breakdown and waterfall of tears. "What do you care..." He mumbled.

"He's given up you know." Hisoka froze, his body tensed and stiffened and his eyes opened wide as Muraki's words slowly sunk in. He didn't have to ask Muraki the meaning, he already knew what Muraki was talking about. " It's been so long, he's given up. It was really a lost cause from the start actually. You came to me in all actuality, you didn't want to be found... did you bouya?" Muraki sat on the side of the bed, leaning over Hisoka to pull a few strands that had been annoyingly poking into his eyes. He happened to let his eyes wonder down to the boys stomach where his hand was clutching unconsciously, as if holding for life, to his round belly. He placed his hand of the slim pale hand, lacing his fingers with the small youthful ones. "It was you who came to me, you who wanted to leave. Was life with Mr. Tsuzuki so bad?" There was a slight laughing tone in there, a mockery of his turmoil.

Yes, he had gone to Muraki. He'd called to Muraki, he'd called, begged and pleaded for the release he thought he'd find in the man. It wasn't life with Tsuzuki that had made him leave, it was the life without him that he didn't think he could withstand, the life he didn't want to live. When Tsuzuki found out about him, what would he tell Tsuzuki, that on top of being what he already was, unnatural since birth, cursed, an ever youthful child that could never match up to him, he would now be like.. a woman? He was carrying a baby, and even though he'd been with Tsuzuki that the bay wasn't his. That the baby was actually their enemy's, their most hated, despised and forever, eternal enemy! He didn't want to be like that in front of Tsuzuki, he didn't want to hurt Tsuzuki that way and he didn't want Tsuzuki to know his weakness that way, to see all he'd let, no, had been letting the doctor do to him.

"It's not much longer now child. It'll be over soon, and then you can go, having served your purpose,. Provided that you survive, that is."

"Survive...?"

Muraki smiled. He found the fact he was about to tell the boy amusing, ironic in the face of his profession. "Being as it's a first, and that I've no idea how it happened myself, the only way I can see the birth happening is a surgical one."

"You mean..." Hisoka's eyes widened. He hadn't given the details of birth much thought to the details about the birth himself, Muraki had been one step ahead of him again and it was a frightening step, a frightening idea.

"That's right. One that, as far as I can predict, more dangerous, in this case, to the parent than to the child. Rest assure bouya, I will allow no harm to come to the child, however, your safety can not be guaranteed."

Hisoka's breathing picked up a notch for a moment, his mind working out the gruesome image. He'd pictured many ways that he'd be killed in the time they'd spent together, the doctor and him, none of them had come as happening during the actual childbirth. Muraki killed him, and his child would finish it by enter the world.

Tsuzuki held the Sweater close to his face, eyeing it carefully. There had to be something he was missing, some clue, some hint. Muraki never took Hisoka or left clues like this without a purpose. He was after him, had been for how many years now, why now would he just turn to his partner. He'd already raped him, killed him and cursed him to this miserable form of a half life after death. What more did Muraki want from Hisoka, he'd taken everything!

With a growl of frustrated rage Tsuzuki turned back to the map of Japan, he'd marked off each spot they'd check that gave no result with red and marked off each spot they'd found an article of clothing, or any clue at all in green. He studied it ever since, marking it accordingly as each item was found until they just stopped showing up all together. Now he was just left with a map of marking, a map of random location of Japan that gave no shape, clue to his whereabouts. He just knew there was something he had to be missing, there was a pattern in here somewhere, he just had to find it. He just had to..

Watari ran in through the door calling the older shinigami's name just in time to see said shinigami slam his right fist into and straight though the table he'd been staring at only a moment ago, the on which had held the map unknown to Watari. The man pulled his hand back cut and gushing blood, the fist was clenched so tight, the mans healing powers had a hard time forming the skin over it, stretch and shaking as it was. Tsuzuki hadn't even bothered to notice or care to take care of his wounds, not even to care of the splinters his body was healing into and around the new flesh.

"Tsuzuki..." Watari approached slowly, he admitted to it, everyone in the ministry had really, that as of late, he was scared of Tsuzuki. It'd been over a month now, much longer than he cared to remember since they'd last seen their little empath and everyone was beginning to loose hope, and every one was loosing energy. the Gushoshins had been running themselves down to the bone in their little fingers and working till all hours of night and day, sometimes working till they literally passed out at the computers, researching any and all leads on Muraki's whereabouts and keeping in touch with all agents acting in any part of the world for the ministry and all departments. It'd been sent as a notice really, and many were helping when they could. Tsuzuki, had never given up, constantly looking for the wheat haired boy. And now, right now, he might have just gotten the good news Tsuzuki needed to keep his world from falling apart.

"Watari..." It was a low tone, not a question, not anger, it was, a tone of a broken man, a man teetering on the edge of sanity and fighting for control of his body his mind and emotions.

"We've gotten word from once of our undercover employees. Muraki's been spotted.."

1562 words, short, but I plan to put many chapters up, I hope, for the sake of all of you, that it happens that way. I only wish.. I could have gotten more reviews, they're dwindling lately. even reviews from the same people, tells me they're still reading, they still like me, be nice, do a charity and drop a review...