Watari watched Tsuzuki from some distance away. He'd been given his own area to search but he'd paid an off duty employee into secrecy about taking over his area. He couldn't leave Tsuzuki alone, he didn't believe the man when he said he could handle it if he were to see Muraki, nor did he think he'd handle the news Muraki would crush him with well either. Watari, in actuality was responsible for all this and he had to try his best to keep them all safe. He'd failed Hisoka this far but he knew Hisoka wouldn't want Muraki getting his ugly mitts on Tsuzuki.
Watari looked up from the sidewalk. He hadn't noticed he'd been staring at it while he was thinking. He almost met Tsuzuki's eyes as he turned around. With a muffled gasp he tried quickly to duck behind the side of a building into the alleyway. He prayed Tsuzuki hadn't seen him, his goal was not to get caught. If Tsuzuki caught him he'd kill him for not looking on his own for Hisoka, not that he could blame him, but he did have someone else looking for him. Then the thought of why Tsuzuki had stopped caught a tiny piece of his mind. Had he found Muraki!'
watari stuck his blonde little head out from the alleyway, looking first at Tsuzuki and following his eyes to a little shop across the way. "A dolls shop...?" Watari mumbled under his breath. "What in the world would he be looking there for...?"
As Tsuzuki headed for the shop Watari prepared himself for the trip across the road and searched for a good place to hide, out of sight from Tsuzuki, but still close enough to see and/or help if anything were to happen. It was just when Tsuzuki was about enter the door that Watari caught it, a flash of white and gray form the alleyway across the way. That long trench coat, that platinum hair. It was unmistakable. But Tsuzuki didn't seem to notice it. It was liked he'd noticed Muraki's presence through only feel alone, but it was just one or two steps behind.
Watari's muscles shook a bit, he was hesitant. Should he follow Muraki, hopefully back to Hisoka, so he could perhaps save the boy from Muraki, or stay with Tsuzuki. His fingers curled against the dirty old brick of the building and he jet across the street , taking up quickly after the retreating figure of the doctor, just enough to keep and eye on him. He couldn't loose him. This was his fault and if he were to let Muraki go now and loose any chance at finding Hisoka he could never let himself live with it. It was his duty to find Hisoka and he knew Muraki had to of seen Tsuzuki. He was on the run now, scared. He'd lead him right ti him.
The trip was long, and frustrating. Watari's heart had to of jumped up so far into his throat it would it would never go back down into his chest. Every time Muraki would turn to look back, he was really scared now, scared in a way that Watari had never seen him before. Something was wrong with his walk, something that even he knew he would never be able to pull of and it was finally setting in, finally snapping his cool, calm and collected nerves.
'He knows Hisoka's pregnant. He knows and he'd hoped to use it against Tsuzuki. If Hisoka's found now, he'll never have the time.' Watari snarled at the doctor, cursing his name and spitting as if the very thought of his name was poison, leaving a foul taste in his mouth. He couldn't stand having the thought of Hisoka being used for that, he'd already been used so many times before. Why couldn't Muraki just leave them in peace, let Hisoka move on with what he was now trying to make as the life he was never and will never be allowed to have.
A million thoughts ran through his mind. Hisoka was somewhat like a brother to all of them, Tsuzuki was the type you always had to mind, the one you always had to scold, just like a child, but Hisoka was the type that you admired, the one that you wanted to protect, regardless of their protest. It was an odd feeling to have, He wasn't young but he still held that innocence, that air of childhood, perhaps it really was just his looks that tricked you into thinking he was young. But as far as Watari could tell, he really was vulnerable, young and vulnerable cause he felt so betrayed, because he didn't trust people.
An abandoned building? Watari stared at the building ahead of him, the only building in the area. It looked like and old factory of some kind, half rundown. The half that still held some power it would seem was in rather good condition though, livable for those who were homeless and unfortunate enough to have to withstand life in such places. The lights gave it an eerie feel, a haunted one, or perhaps it was the fact he'd fallowed Muraki well into the night, through the forested lands and the landscaped around the building had been neglected unlike the apparent inside of the good half of the building. The snarled trees stretched long, fragilely thin fingers to the sky, scraping the building and windows with a ghostly screech.
"The perfect place for him to hide him. Should have seen it earlier." Watari whispered to himself. He took one more reluctant glance at the condemned building and head out after Muraki up into the building, all the while keeping a safe distance from Muraki. His hope was to find the exact room Hisoka was in, next Muraki was out, he'd break in and steal Hisoka out right under Muraki's nose.
That would prove harder than expected. Watari watch him open a windowless, inside room, one blocked off and held deep in the bowls of the building, right down either on to or just above the basement, Watari really hadn't paid attention to how deep each floor took him, only to how many he went by. Once the door was slammed shut behind him Watari snuck up against the wall, close to the door.
He tried touching the door, tried the door knob but he was sparked back. He was barely able to suppress the cry that wanted so much to tumble from his lips at the electric shock that forced it's way trough his body. It had to of been some kind of ward, or magic that Muraki had set up to keep Hisoka in and anyone else out. He placed his ear so dangerously close to the door he was scared the electrical would burn it off. He wanted to head what was going on.. He truthfully couldn't hear anything at first, the silence was what scared him most. Why couldn't he at least hear Hisoka's growls, his spews of insults.
Then he heard it. Hisoka's whimpers and a slight rustle of bed sheets. Watari froze. Muraki honestly wouldn't...
In his frozen state, time passed quickly, what took a minute or so only took a few seconds to his mind and he hear shout. Hisoka...
"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 is crashing in front of your very eyes! You hate it! Don't you! Don't you!"
There was a smack and a cry of pain that made Watari cringe. His hand twitched and clench in on itself a few times. He kept hovering above the door knob, wanting so badly to open it and just yank Hisoka from Muraki's dirty hands. More soft whimpers followed, almost completely inaudible from through the door. then a word, soft as the wind.
"Tsuzuki..." and a deep, angry voice, one that made Watari's blood run cold.
"If needs be I'll tear that baby from your stomach right now. Do not tempt me boy, I don't care if you live or die after this surgery! I will gut you myself afterwards, tearing every last mutant organ from your cold, lifeless body!"
Watari's heart stopped. His hands clasped over his mouth. His breathing doubled thought he was sure none of it ever filled his lungs, he didn't feel like he could breath. Slowly he began to back away from the door, never allowing his eyes to leave the door, watching it as if it were going to come to life and swallow everything and everyone he knew and loved. He felt numb, cold and without a heart, or perhaps it was because it was hurting so much, that it felt like it was missing. Finally, some distance away from the door, he turned and began to run. He ran and he never looked back. Looking back would make him stop, make him trip up, make his heart heavy and slow him down and he didn't have time to be slow. He needed to get to Tsuzuki.