Knees and hands shaking, Watari sat in a seat across from Tsuzuki. "Tsuzuki... I don't know how to tell you but... I know why .. I think I know why Muraki.. kidnapped Hisoka..." 'Kidnapped."... what a word to use, what irony.
"Watari..."
"See.. Hisoka is... pre-
"Tsuzuki, we need you." Tatsumi burst through the door, not giving so much as a knock was unusual for Tatsumi, however his purpose was not the 'usual'. They were starting the search for Kurosaki and he knew Tsuzuki would not take kindly to not being informed. Tatsumi was even a bit nervous to cause any more damage to Tsuzuki that might have made him breakdown finally. With Tsuzuki's destructive past and strength, even Tatsumi did not want to make enemies out of Tsuzuki. That was the reason why he'd sent Watari in to tell Tsuzuki about the sitting of Muraki, he stole his salary anyway, with all his wasting time on those stupid inventions of his and constantly trying to experiment on everyone in the ministry, it'd be no big lost if the honey eyed shinigami was to be killed. He stopped though when he saw Watari sitting there so uncomfortably in the chair with Tsuzuki across from him. 'He didn't tell him, did he?' "Oh, Watari. You're still here."
"Tatsumi! Have you found Hisoka yet! Where is Muraki!" Tsuzuki stood up quickly. He turned to face Tatsumi with blazing eyes. His fists were balled and he'd forgotten all about the conversation he was having with Watari. Now he didn't care what Muraki had taken him for. He wanted Hisoka back, safe in his arms. He wanted to hold his wheat haired empath close and tight and never let him go again, not ever. He wanted to stare into those deep pools of large emerald green, and wipe away any tears that should happen to fall from them and heal all his wounds. To trace those delicate feature of his face, his adorable little face, with his fingers. Those delicate eyebrows, smooth, soft skin, like a baby's, and those soft, pink lips. Tears stung at his eyes. "Where Tatsumi...!"
"Calm yourself Tsuzuki. We've organized a search grid, we've already got some people on search, you've been assigned your own area to search as well, I'll join in it myself of course. However, before you go we must know that you can handle this Tsuzuki."
"He's my partner Tatsumi!" Tsuzuki shout at the man, balling his fists at him. How dare he think that he would, for a moment, hesitate to find Hisoka, to get out there and look for him!
"That's our concern Tsuzuki. You must stay calm." Tatsumi placed his hands on Tsuzuki's shoulders. The man turned to look at the contact made between him and Tatsumi, then back to Tatsumi, his body slightly more relaxed, calmed of it's shaking fury. "You can't let anyone find out about you, and you have to remember, Muraki's known as a normal person out there. You can't fight openly, and we might need him to help us find Kurosaki. You can't kill him." Tatsumi felt the tense come back in Tsuzuki's muscle at this.
Can't kill him! How could Tatsumi say he didn't deserve death! He was right though, he deserved so much more! Death was too easy an escape. Muraki deserved to suffer all the torments of hell while still alive, all their punishments still wouldn't have been enough. New ones would have to be made, far worse than any torture that had ever been preformed in any world in existence through out history. His one real eye should be plucked from his skull by the claws of a buzzard, his arms torn apart and eaten by rabid wolves, his stomach torn open and gutted by rats, his legs should be drawn and ripped form his body after being broken, smashed to pieces and partially devoured by wolverines, his tongue ripped out by a raven all while laying on a bed of burning rose thorns pricking into his flesh and melting it away from his bones!
He looked up to Tatsumi again, shaking off the image of Muraki's punishment. That was not the most important thing, Hisoka came before anything in the world. When Hisoka was back with him then it would be time to deal out Muraki's punishment, and how great and swift his wrath would be then. "I can do it!" Tsuzuki nodded his head quickly and strongly, determined. Tatsumi nodded his in return and led the violet eyed shinigami out of the room and to give him his location and a briefing on the details of the search.
Watari stayed behind, watching the two leave. He had already been given his orders on where to search for Hisoka, but he could not get himself to move. Hisoka would have no choice but to tell Tsuzuki when he was found, he couldn't hide it now and the boy knew that this day would come. Watari had hoped to make it easy on him but, it was all lost now, his nerve, his chance. Hisoka.. would be on his own again.
Tsuzuki walked quickly through the streets. He didn't want to draw too much attention to himself, running around the city for no reason apparently, in the fact that he never stopped at any one place for more than a few second. H wasn't looking for Hisoka, he knew the boy would be hidden someplace out of site, really hard to find. It was the white haired demon he was looking for, the cause of all this pain. Muraki had already slipped by allowing himself to be seen in the hospital. They'd had undercover agents, one that Muraki had never seen, that they hoped Muraki didn't know were shinigami, to investigate areas, waiting for Muraki to mess up. He had to be here somewhere.
Muraki watched with an amused smile at the little porcelain doll with large painted emerald eyes and soft blonde hair. Acute little boy doll dressed in traditional Japanese clothes, it was so ironic. When he touched it he could feel him, it was like it was crafted from his very mold. It was then that something caught his attention outside the window. He didn't know why he turned, or how it was that he knew to turn but it was a strike of good fortune for the doctor. A certain violet eyed guardian of death was directly across from him on the opposite side of the road. With a growl Muraki rushed back against the wall of the building, away from the window. With all luck he hadn't seen him.
"What's he doing here now." the doctor growled to himself. It was still much to early to be revealed to Mr. Tsuzuki, it would ruin all his plans. "Got to get out before he sees me." Muraki looked about patiently. It was then that he saw a back door leading to the alleyway. He smiled, luck seemed to be on his side this day.
Tsuzuki turned. He thought he'd saw a flash of something in the corner of his eye. he turned and looked about but nothing was there other than the crowd of people moving from place to place. He sighed, looking closely into the windows of all surrounding shops. It was then that a doll shop caught his eye. A flash of the past came rushing into his mind of the "date" they'd gone on the first time Muraki had taken Hisoka from him. Muraki seemed so fascinated then by those simple little dolls, and every time they'd seemed to run into him, there always seemed to be a doll placed conveniently on a table, dresser or some place in the room. It was the type of thing you don't noticed, not until you have nothing else to notice. He had a nagging thought in the back of his mind.
Entering the shop he found himself to be disappointed. There was no sign of white anywhere, no unnatural eyes or platinum hair. He had to make sure though, so he took a little stroll around the small shop, checking behind each shelf and table stacked with dolls of all sizes, dressed from tradition Japanese to vicitorian age, from mermaids to fairies. But it was a little green eyed doll that caught his attention and held it there. "Hisoka..."
The blonde was snapped from his slumber by the slamming of his door. He rolled over as quickly as he condition would allow, having lost a bit of his agility in gaining a belly. He instinctively tensed. He could feel anger rolling off Muraki who had slammed the door shut behind him and now stood glaring at Hisoka. It made him shake and clutch at his arms, wrapping them around himself. There was anger, and fear, fear just rolling off him. Hisoka looked up in surprise, staring deeply, searchingly into Muraki's eyes. He hated the man, but the only thing that could keep him alive, the only thing that could save him, was the possibility that he could read the man, just like Muraki could read him.
Muraki glared at the boy, curled up in the bed and shaking. he was still here, a good sign. They'd not found where he'd hidden the boy yet, but it was only a matter of time. He closed the distance between hem quickly, knocking the boy over onto his back with a cry of protest and slight physical protest as well. He knew the boy was feeling him, feeling his emotions and ready to pass out from them as well, he didn't care. Holding the whimpering child's arms above his head his hand clutched roughly around the boys bulging belly. His only guaranteed bet on to being found was to take the baby now.
Muraki growled, narrowing his eyes. The boys soft cries were getting on his nerve. He was frustrated. He knew it was far too early to take the baby from Hisoka, the lung wouldn't even be formed well enough, it would die within moments after leaving Hisoka's body, if it survived the surgery. With a low growl in his throat Muraki tossed Hisoka's arm and body aside, rolling him onto his side with the force. He stood and moved from the bed, staring with his back to the boy at a wall.
Hisoka held himself, it was the only comfort he had, wrapping his arms tightly around himself. He looked to Muraki's back, reading the mans thoughts, reading his body language. "Tsuzuki hasn't given up, has he. He's getting closer and you can't stand it, that all you've worked to keep secret id crashing in front of your very eyes! You hate it! don't you! Don't you!"
A loud smack echoed off the walls of the room followed by a cry of pain as Muraki gave a sharp and powerful back handed slap to Hisoka's right cheek. The boys head and body twisted with the force of the blow tossing him from his kneeling position to flip and end up on his right side. Crystalline tears leaked from under thick lashes as Hisoka forced himself to all fours on the bed. All this time, Muraki had never struck him, never harmed him in the least. It was turning serious, dangerous. Muraki was becoming desperate now. And Tsuzuki was close. Hisoka didn't know which one he wished got to him first. His indecision and confusion seemed to have followed down into his stomach cause there was a sharp kick that made him groan. As the tears leaked down his cheeks he could mutter out only one thing. "Tsuzuki..."
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