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Warnings: See first page. Mentioned rape scene.

Ch.3 Fragile Doll

"Tell me boya do you know why you're here?" Muraki asked as he readied a needle, watching with rapt fascination as the liquid held within shone, reflecting the light of the artificial lighting. "I am sure you must have pondered why I have taken you and not Tsuzuki-san."

When there was no reply he turned to look at Hisoka who was hanging from the ceiling by chains which were wrapped around his slender, and now bleeding wrists. The young empath was naked, and blood dripped down his thighs; various cuts and scratches littered his chest unable to heal because of the wards sent around him. The curse marks stood out beautifully against his skin, enhanced only by the blood that continued to stain his beautiful pale skin.

Muraki walked up to Hisoka the needle in his hand, at the moment however he saw no need to use it yet. He smirked as he saw Hisoka shudder, as he came closer. Sensuously he began to lap up the blood on Hisoka's chest gently worrying his caramel nipples. He felt himself grow hard as Hisoka struggled to get free only succeeding in further injuring his wrists.

He pulled away briefly to put down the needle. "I think this can wait a little longer." He said as he walked back to Hisoka and unhooked his chains. "I wish to play some more."

(For purposes I have removed the scene that was originally here seeing as it involved Muraki raping Hisoka. If you would like to read it either e-mail me or send me a message through ff.n, or check out my profile where I have a link to Fragile Doll on adultfanfition where the full version of this chapter can be found)

"Truly that was enjoyable, however we do need to get back to what we were about to do." Muraki said as he went back over to the table and picked up the syringe again. He walked over to Hisoka, who was in too much pain to struggle as Muraki placed the needle in his arm and injected the contents into him. "Do not worry this is only a little sleeping drug. . . one that will numb you as well. When you have awakened you will feel completely different." Muraki added smirking.

Hisoka struggled against the feeling of tiredness that washed over him after the contents of the needle had been injected into him. He attempted to glare up at Muraki but he couldn't tell which one was the real doctor. "B-bastard." He managed to ground out before he succumbed to the drug and lost consciousness.

Smirking Muraki reached out and stroked Hisoka's hair. "Soon my doll you will be perfect." He said then began to laugh insanely. "Yes perfect."

The group of shinigami were anxiously crowded around Watari's computer as he continued to type furiously. He was trying to get an ID on the maker of the doll hair and then perhaps were it was bought. The Goushoshin were busy moving about the room trying to aid in any way they could.

Watari flopped back in his chair sighing in frustration. "Nothing; I can't find a single trace of where this doll hair is from. My guesses are that it was either privately made or the strands have been altered."

"How does that help us!" Tsuzuki asked, in actuality demanded angrily. "We need to find Hisoka! We don't know what Muraki could be doing to him!"

The lab went quiet, Tsuzuki said what everyone had been thinking; that Hisoka was in Muraki's clutches and that the crazy doctor was doing the unimaginable to the young empath. They all knew they had to find Hisoka before anything too bad happened, most were sure something had already happened; something awful.

Tatsumi placed a gentle hand on Tsuzuki's shoulder. "We will find him Tsuzuki-san you can be assured of that."

Tsuzuki shook his head. "You don't understand! It's my fault that he's been taken; I was right there with him and I left. . . even though I knew something was wrong." He said tears gathering in his eyes. "Hisoka. . ." As Tatsumi pulled him into his arms, Tsuzuki buried his face in the secretary's chest and sobbed.

Everyone watched the scene feeling their hearts clench for Tsuzuki, who was taking this harder than anyone else. The silence and the feeling of the heartbreak of the scene was shattered when Watari's computer began to beep urgently. Surprised Watari spun around in his chair and began to type furiously, he stopped typing a frown marring his face. "It's a message."

"What does it say Watari?" Terazuma asked annoyed that he had been worried about Tsuzuki, and that Watari was stalling. "Who is it from?" He added almost as an after thought.

"It's from Muraki." The scientist replied, his eyes flashing in anger as he read over the message. "It says that if we want Hisoka back we can come and pick him up at the remains of the lab in Kyoto."

Shocked murmurs ran through the room, but it was Tsuzuki who's voice was the loudest. "When?" He said gravely, worrying that they may get Hisoka back but that he would be returned to them beyond repair.

Watari's answer only resolved their worry instead of dispelling it. "Twelve tonight."

Tsuzuki nodded. "Than we'll go at midnight."

Tatsumi shook his head. "This could be a trap, we cannot simply charge in rashly. We must think this over and formulate a plan first." His eyes widened marginally, we all know Tatsum isn't the most emotional guy, in surprise and shock when he suddenly found himself on the floor, jaw aching with an angry Tsuzuki standing over him.

"We are going." Tsuzuki ground out his eyes burning with anger. "I am going, and if no one wants to come with me that;'s fine."

There were many nods of affirmation but they were all silenced as Tatsumi stood up, wiping a trail of blood from the corner of his mouth, although the small wound had already healed.. "No. Only Tsuzuki-san and I will go, everyone else will stay here and watch; this could be a trap." As they were all about to protest Tatsumi held up his hand, silencing them. "There will be no arguments." He turned to leave, and as he passed by Tsuzuki he stopped to look him in the eyes. "Any more rash behavior like that and you will not be accompanying me. Get yourself ready." He added then walked out of the room, his whole being radiating an indistinguishable emotion.

A/N: This chapter was longer than most, was being the key word, but since I don't want my account deleted I took out a scene. If you want to read it e-mail me asking for it or go to my profile and click on the Fragile Doll link for Don't forget to review!