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Watari ran, ran just as fast as his feet would carry him. He didn't know how far or how long he'd ran but he didn't care. He couldn't stop until he'd reached Tsuzuki. Even then, he had to continue until they'd gotten Hisoka back. His eyes closed as he ran, running purely on instinct back to the city. The sight of the area around him was far too frightening, the images that filled his head of it were far too real. Muraki's words still echoed in his mind with Hisoka's whimpers.
'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!'
Moisture gathered at the corner of his eyes that he refused passage beyond his lashes. Watari couldn't think of that. If he were to think of Muraki doing such things, it would only make it that much closer to being true. Yet his mind kept nagging at him, taunting him with the fact that Muraki had already began the surgery. He could see it, hauntingly behind his eyes, every image. He saw Hisoka screaming, the spurt of blood as the knife dove into his stomach. The joining of 'mother' and child as the babies first screaming wail pierced the world.
With a gasp Watari's eyes shot open wide. The image made his feet faster, his mind more hectic. He began now to shout the mans name. Anything that could save a minute, a second, it was worth the effort. A second could mean the difference between life and death for their dear blonde co-worker. So he continued to call him until his voice got hoarse and rough, continuing on even then.
Tsuzuki walked from yet another shop. After searching the streets and searching again he began to question the shop keepers, describing Muraki in the best ways he could. It took all his will and strength not to refer to him as the devil, monster or demon or to describe any of the inhumane thing he'd done or could be doing now. Yet not a single one had remembered seeing him. It seemed suspicious, that out of all the people he'd questioned, not one of them could remember ever even seeing him around town. If Muraki was actually staying here, he had to of at least come out for food and such. It struck him, perhaps he was using his own powers to erase any remembrance of his presence.
Tsuzuki walked down the nearly abandoned streets of the city. It was already way too late and Tsuzuki didn't think he'd even make it to any other stores before they closed. He wouldn't return however, he'd wander the night, watching and waiting. Muraki had to show himself sooner or later and until he knew he had Hisoka back, he wasn't leaving this city. Until Hisoka was in his arms, holding him as he held him tight, none of it would stop.
Tsuzuki watched the opposite side of the street for a few. He didn't know how he was going to do this, how he could watch the entire city in one shot, especially not being able to use any powers at all. What would he do if he did run into Muraki? If Muraki was to try to hurt him, Hisoka, or any of the people on the streets..
From an alleyway seemingly leading from nowhere Tsuzuki watched a figure run straight at him He hasn't the chance to move out of the way before the dark, shadow draped figure ran full speed into him, toppling the both of them to the concrete of the sidewalk. With a cry of surprise and a groan of pain as he rubbed his head Tsuzuki picked himself up off the ground, trying to lift the weight of the familiar blonde haired man(?) sprawled across him in a panting heap. "Hey.. you alright?"
Large honey eyes opened wide. A blonde head snapped to Tsuzuki's, hair falling into his panic stricken eyes. "Tsuzuki!"
"Watari...? Aren't you supposed to be on the other side of..."
"I found Hisoka! Hurry!" Watari shoved himself up, wobbling and falling right back down. His lungs burned! They were on fire and it hurt just to breath in the tiny breaths it took to keep him conscious. Tears stung his eyes, begging him to slow his pace and his mind screamed for him to quicken his run back to that hellish building
"Watari!" Tsuzuki picked the man up to look him in his eye. The man tightened his grip on the mans shoulders when he felt Watari tremble and watched the tears forced out from his eyes. "Watari what's going on!"
"Muraki knows you're here! He's going to kill Hisoka!"
Tsuzuki's heart stopped in his chest. Every feeling froze in his blood, he turned numb and he couldn't get back the feeling in any part of his body. His heart shattered and he couldn't begin to pick up the razor sharp pieces from the frozen ground he sat on. Hisoka.. was going to die...
Ok.. very short chapter. I'm sorry fans, but I do have a point to make. I usually put in the whole warning of "Don't like, don't read" However, I'd figured most who were mature enough to read this would have figured that out, and also know better than to judge a book by it's cover, or rather, it's cover page. This is a recent review I've received exactly as it was written to me before I deleted it.
kara can't log in at the moment, so it's technically anonymous.
FLAME
I AM FLAMING THIS FANFICTION...YOU DEFILE HISOKA WITH THAT THOUGHT... HE IS A GUY AND CANNOT PHYSICALLY HAVE CHILDREN...MY FRIEND, WHO LOVES THE SERIES AS WELL, SAYS YOUR SICK AND TWISTED AS WELL...!
FLAME
kara mcpherson
This will not deter me however. For had they been fans they would have remembered Watari's potion and had they read more than the first chapter to actually bother to find out before flaming, they would have realized there was a reason his body was able to. I do so love to laugh at these though, to see how people can be so judgmental on only part of the information. I hope all those of you who are more open minded and also realize this is a FANFICTION, meaning I can alter reality in the first place because it FICTION, meaning not real, also find it entertaining.