Tsuzuki closed the door softly behind him. He'd just come back from the office, filling out nasty old paper work all day! he had miss Hisoka while he was out now. Hisoka usually did most of the paperwork, even most of his. He used to say that Tsuzuki was so lazy and idiotic that he would rush through them if they were left up to him anyway. He did small jobs now, the boss had been going easier on him, even giving him a vacation after they found Hisoka to give him time to spend with the boy as he recovered.

As he shed his coat and shoes he thought about that time. Hisoka had been so quiet, he barely ate or moved about. Unlike Hisoka he spent most of the day just laying in bed, resting with his eyes closed. Sometimes he was sleeping, others he would just be listening to the sounds around him. Hisoka never really told anybody what he was thinking during those times but Tsuzuki knew he had heightened all his senses, most of all his hearing. Every time Tsuzuki would come through the door or move and cause a rustle the boy would tense or make some sort of motion to indicate that he'd knew it. It was quite a job to keep him healthy during that time, he was hurt, in more than one way and he didn't want to do much of anything, including eating or even reading. Hisoka, his Hisoka, the bookworm, didn't feel like reading.

With a sigh Tsuzuki headed into the living room calling out the small blondes name as he did so. He paused, frozen in place as he walked in to see the room. The TV. was on with the VCR running though the tape had long since stopped. Small snack, only half eaten littered the coffee table. The best part though was the body sprawled out across the coach, tangled in the shirt even Tsuzuki was too small to fit in and a cute little pair of loose fitting PJ pants. The book slipped form his fingers and landed with a soft thud to the carpeted floor as he turned in his sleep, moaning softly in his sleep.

A smile and a soft chuckled rose in Tsuzuki. He was reminded of the first time he'd met his new partner. The boy had accidentally taken his wine and passed out in only seconds of the alcohol hitting his stomach. That night as he watched the loud mouthed kid sleep he was so taken in. He was so cute with his mouth shut and he'd been so tempted to just take pictures. Sure it was for blackmail at a later date at how innocent and young he looked laying in his bed, but that wasn't the point.

Tsuzuki was just happy to see the boy becoming more of himself, eating, though it was rare for him to be eating junk food. He usually yelled at Tsuzuki for that, taking Tatsumi's side in the food being a waste of money and not nearly as filling as a normal meal. Wait! Were those his snacks! Those were his! Those were his chips and his little apple and cherry pies that he'd saved for himself after dinner! Hisoka had stolen his stash! Tsuzuki's eye began to twitch as he looked at all the open and half eaten snacks and his blood temperature rose until he heard Hisoka mumble in his sleep as he twisted again.

The mans face softened as he put down his stuff, closing the TV off as he walked over to the boy. He looked down at him for a moment, he looked so cute on the coach, not nearly as old as he seemed when he was awake. TV off he figure it was best to next move the boy into their bedroom. "Hisoka, come on. You can't sleep here silly, you'll be all sore when you wake up and I don't want to hear your bitching then." Tsuzuki grunted slightly as he scooped the boy up into his arms bridal style. He'd put on a bit of weight, those that was expected, Watari guessed that the baby would be due any time now. It wasn't going to be much longer before they would know what and who's the baby was.. or so they hoped.

Hisoka moaned Tsuzuki's name, half aware of the man as he was lifted. He was so tired out he didn't have the strength to open his eyes as much as he wanted. He could feel their destination, knowing Tsuzuki was bringing him to bed just by the twist and turns taken to walk down the hall to the room and then to open the door. He hung on the man, wrapping his hands in the mans shirt. He didn't even begin to loosen his grip until he felt the soft firmness of the bed meet his back, even then he held on, forcing Tsuzuki to come down with him as he spread him on the bed. He moaned out in protest as the mans hands came up to pull His hands from his shirt so he could move down to the bottom of the bed and lift the blankets up over him. Once the blankets hit him, the weariness of sleep tried to take him again and he forgot, or more like surrendered to the idea of asking Tsuzuki to sleep him with him. He just wanted sleep.

Tsuzuki sat there on the edge of the bed, just watching his little Hisoka sleep. He chuckled inwardly, Hisoka hated when Tsuzuki called him that. Reaching out a hand he ran his finger through the soft strands of golden wheat. Regardless of how things had changed, Tsuzuki still had a heavy heart. He worried, though he tried to keep it from Hisoka, lying even to himself to trick Hisoka when he got suspicious and tried to read his emotions. He was scared, the baby would be Muraki's and the consequences if it was. Hisoka would ate himself, and maybe even him. He'd talked Hisoka into keeping it, even into be a little excited about all of it. Even more so that scared him, was how the child would be. If it was Muraki's... there was a good chance the child would be a born killer, sometimes those sort of things are just genetics something you're born with that was past on from a sick parent like him

He mentally slapped himself for even thinking things like that. What if Hisoka was to get wind of such an idea, he could fall back into that depression stage he'd been in when they'd first found him. Tsuzuki was so scared, he thought he'd lost his real Hisoka forever. It's taken forever, and Tsuzuki never left his side till he saw the boy in a better mood. When he wouldn't eat Tsuzuki wouldn't put down the plate until he'd eaten, even cried as he tried to get him to take at least a few bites of the food.

He let his hand wonder softly down the boys body, over his shoulder and down his arm until it came to rest on the bulge that was the baby. He watched as it rose and fell softly with Hisoka's breathing. He could feel quite a bit of movement inside, kicking and just moving about. He wondered how Hisoka felt, feeling it inside his own body, or how he could sleep through it. Though, in a way, Tsuzuki wished it had been him that Watari had did this to him. He was sort of envious of Hisoka, being able to feel, to have the abilities of giving birth, of making a life.

Feeling the baby move inside Hisoka, Tsuzuki's attention was drawn to his closet in the room, the one that was always a mess, so much a mess in fact that even being the neat freak he was that Hisoka had given up on keeping it clean after only about 3 attempts. He was glad Hisoka had decided to give up on his closet so soon, cause he'd hidden a great deal of things in there. He'd secretly been buying a few things on the side, of course Hisoka yelled when his paycheck came back short of money but he assumed it was from Tsuzuki stuffing his face with desserts. Hisoka had no idea how wrong he was. Most of the money had actually been going towards baby stuff. Stuffed inside the closet was baby blankets and a crib, not yet assembled, a few small toys, like stuffed animals and such. He couldn't let Hisoka see it, he feared the boys reaction. Hisoka might decide on other things once this baby was born, depending on who's it is. If Hisoka decided to get rid of the child in one fashion or another then he didn't want him to come home to baby stuff.

Tsuzuki smiled at the soft breaths coming from Hisoka's lips. He'd better get out into the living room and start cleaning up. Hisoka would kill him if he was to just sit with him and let that mess sit and rot out there. He still remember the time Hisoka beat on him for staying with him after he'd found him on Tsubaki's floor on the Queen Camellia instead of get out on the ship to work. Tears streamed down his face as his little puppy ears sprouted in the memory. "He's so mean...!" A groan from the boy made him gasp and clamp his lips closed. He didn't want to wake the boy, Hisoka was nasty lately with mood swings, and waking him up was one of the worst things you could do. "I love you, Hisoka" Tsuzuki leaned forward planting a soft kiss on the boys lips.

After Tsuzuki had left the room to clean the living room, Hisoka began to toss a bit in bead. He couldn't get into a peaceful dream. Everything just seemed darkness and he couldn't tell why. Then he felt his arms lifted above his head. A silk ribbon entwined between each one of his fingers, then wrapping individually around his wrists and finally binding them all together in the most careful and elegant way he'd ever felt. It wasn't normal, the delicacy taken in tying him this way. Why was anyone tying him in the first place?

His tired green eyes opened slowly to see the sakura petals falling around him. A jolt jumped up into his heart as it began racing, pounding against his rib cage. His breathing picked up, lungs burning from screams he hadn't yet let out. "This is a dream! Only a dream! Nothing but a dream!" His eyes closed tight again, fighting against what he knew would be waiting him.

"Yes poppet, just a dream." Hands roamed down his body. They were cold, ice on his hot flesh. The ruins of his curse flared and burned, he could feel the flashes, throbbing red of his marks. The hands roamed lower and lower on his body, caressing and trailing a line of molten fire down his body. His body betrayed him, reacting to the mans touch as he was brought to full arousal.

"NO! Please!" Hisoka screamed. His back arched off the ground, screaming and sobbing as the man plunged deep inside his body, his soul, his mind. Every piece of the two were linked through any and all means possible. His cried choked him as his tears streamed down his face, his mouth opened wide, never closing in constant, alternating silent and ear shattering screams. 'This is just a dream!'

One thing he had notice that hadn't changed from his previous dreams was his belly. It had remained flat, he wasn't pregnant. It was a dream Nothing but a dream! That's all he could keep telling himself. But then, he felt it, as the man above him grunted and groaned like a pig in ecstasy, felt the bulging in his stomach, the growing, the pain. He felt the sickness, the pure nauseating sensation of feeling of being filled. He could feel Muraki put his hand over his stomach.

"It's time poppet. It's time for my new form."

A pained flared through his entire body, more pain then had ever been felt in his body before. It was an indescribable, unbearable pain that made him crave death. Through his scream he struggled for breath ti scream, to cry to speak.

"TSUZUKI!"

2086 words! down again, but not by much... story's really wrapping up here folks. drop many new, shinny reviews and I will come up with sequels... if I can...