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A/N: I know it's been forever! Pleaseeeee don't kill me, if you do there won't be any more chapters. I know this is going to be pretty short and I'm sorry but I haven't had too much time to write. Please forgive me! I'm trying to keep up a good record! Really.
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Ch.2 Fragile Doll - Missing

I have been he before,
But when or how I cannot
Remember

/What? That song, I know it. Mother used to sing it to me. . . before I became a monster./

I have been he before,
But when or how I cannot
Remember

/Where am I? How did I get here? Why does that song keep playing? . . . I can't move! What's going on? Where's Tsuzuki/

"Tsuzuki-san isn't here boya."

Hisoka turned his head in the direction of the voice. "M-Muraki! Let me go!" He demanded struggling against his bonds, only to have them cut into his skin.

"You should know that you can't get out of those bonds boya." Tisked Muraki.

"L-let me go!"

Muraki stepped into the light grinning maliciously. "Now why would I do that boya? Especially after it took me so much effort to retrieve you." Muraki grasped Hisoka's chin forcing the young Shinigami to look at him. "I have big plans for you my precious doll. Very big plans." He added leaning down and covering the unwilling Shinigami's mouth with his own.

"It's been three days! Three days and there's still no sign of Hisoka!" Tsuzuki passed around the office angry and frustrated. "What if he's hurt or. . . what if he's dead?"

"Tsuzuki-san there is little chance that Kurosaki-kun is dead although he may be, in the worst scenario injured."

"Tatsumi! He's out there who-knows-where with who-knows-who, having who-knows-what being done to him!"

From the corner of the room Terazuma snickered. "That's a lot of who-know's Tsuzuki."

Tsuzuki turned to glare at Terazuma. "Shut up! At least I care!"

Terazuma stood accepting Tsuzuki's silent challenge. "Who says I didn't?"

Tatsumi sighed in annoyance. "Both of you please stop this, it is something we do not have time for." He rubbed his forehead as if to sooth away a migraine, or two. "Tsuzuki-san getting yourself ,and others, worked up about this isn't going to help Kurosaki-kun." Tatsumi walked over and pushed Tsuzuki into a chair. "You can't get yourself too worked up about this."

"But-" Tsuzuki began trying to find a logical argument.

"There is nothing more we can do; we must wait for Watari's findings and then we will take any actions we can."

From where she was sitting near Terazuma Wakaba piped up her opinion. "Do you think it may have something to do with Kyoto? And that mean Doctor Muraki?"

Silence followed her question. Everyone sat there wondering why they hadn't thought of this before; also they wanted to forgot the events of Kyoto, the wounds were still too fresh.

Could it be Muraki that had taken Hisoka? He had gone after the boy before. Was he using him as a trap? As bait? Was this another elaborate ploy to get Tsuzuki? But hadn't Muraki died?

Tsuzuki shook his head. No he knew Muraki lived. Hisoka knew this as well, perhaps that was the reason behind the young empath's bad mood? The weak shields. Maybe the strand of hair that Watari had found would reveal something. He could only hope.

As if by fate, or just really good luck, Watari burst into the room waving around a bunch of papers excitedly, 003 hooting encouragingly from his shoulder. "I've figured out what the hair was and I'm almost absolutely positive I know who took bon." He struck a self-important pose. "Of course I knew my genius would win out in the end, how could it not? Now that we have this information it will be easier to track down bon." He began to cackle madly, everyone stared at him in horror, even 003 flew a safe distance away from her creator.

Tatsumi, never the one to be emotional, sighed. "And just what are the results?" He asked with a slightly strained voice, his patience being tested to the limits.

Watari stopped his mad laughter and looked over at Tatsumi. "Results? Oh yes of course." He held the papers in front of himself and began to quickly look over and read the results. "The sample of hair wasn't human at all, it was artificially made. Blonde dye and synthetic materials as well as a chemical to keep the curl in it." He began to run on about synthetics and chemicals leaving everyone confused.

"Watari." Tatsumi growled out softly. "What is from?"

"Well that is quite simple Tatsumi." Watari said letting his hand drop and looking at them all. "That strand of hair is from a doll."

Everyone's eyes narrowed or widened respectively, they all had one person's name running through their minds. Muraki.

A/N: Buahahah? Well next chapter should be more plot devising, I hope Please review and tell me what you think. Oh and tell me if you want longer but longer to put out chapters, or chapters around this length that will be posted sooner.