Disclaimer: Yay I've got the first four volumes of the Yami no Matsuei manga glomps them That still doesn't mean I own the series. See points I don't own Yami no Matsuei.

Warnings: Read previous chapters, they're all there.

Note: Congratulations to DarkSapphireDragon who is the only one to get the connection with the name Arcane and the doll. If you'll e-mail me with what you want in your one-shot I'll get right on it ASAP

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Fragile Doll
Chapter 5

From the shadow a white figure watched the two Shinigami leave. "Everything is being set into place. Don't you agree my beloved doll?" He asked turning to look at the pale figure behind him who remained silent, emerald eyes starring unfocused into space. "Of course you do." Muraki answered for him walking up and running his hands over the unresponsive figure. "I do believe it's time to return home." He cast one final look and the two Shinigami. "Until next time Tsuzuki-san." He murmured a sinister smile spreading over his pale features before he and his silent shadow disappeared.

Watari Yutaka was facing a difficult dilemma; did he mix the two blue potions or the red and the blue? He glanced back over at his notes, which were more like a pile of random scribbles and nodded. "Well my friend," he said looking over at the ever-watchful 003. "It seems there is only one solution to this problem." At the owl's questioning look he held up both of the possible vials. "We mix them all together!" He gave a maniacal cackle. Which sent 003 flying in fear from her perch, and poured both of the vials into the beaker sitting innocently before him.

He was sorely disappointed when nothing happened, the beaker just sat there innocently not doing anything at all. Until the rumbling started, it was slow at first, just a small tremor, but then it evolved into a full-scale quake that shook the whole room. Then with no warning at all, unless you count the shaking, the beaker exploded sending sprays of purple dust everywhere.

Watari was left standing there in shock for a moment before frowning and looking over his notes. "Right then no vinegar next time." He muttered to himself taking a pencil out of his now purple, although he didn't know this, hair and scribbling something down in his note book. "And maybe a little less pyridine next time." He continued to scribble random formulas in the book until Konoe, Wataka and Terazuma running into his lab interrupted him.

"Yutaka-san what happened to your hair?" Wakaba asked as she and the two men stopped short at the sight of Watari. The young female's honey coloured eyes were wide with surprise and a slight amount of mirth, which she attempted to control, even if her partner showed no such control.

Terazuma was nearly rolling on the floor in fits of laughter, well he wasn't really rolling and he wasn't laughing more so smirking at Watari in a superior way. "Did you mean to do this or was it another one of the screw-ups you're so well know for."

Frowning Watari huffed indignantly. "There are no screw-ups when pursuing the art that is science, there are only educated mistakes."

"Well then I'd say you might want to fix this 'educated mistake' and soon." Terazuma said smugly. "Because purple just isn't your colour."

His partner frowned over at him. "Hajime! Behave yourself." She said sternly grabbing Terazuma's ear. "Let's go wait in the meeting room while Konoe-sama fills Yutaka-san in on what's going on." She said as she began to drag Terazuma in the direction of the meeting room. Indignant yells of "Kannuki!" could be heard all down the hall.

After the two left Watari turned to Chief Konoe. "What's going cachou?" He asked smoothing out his now purple locks of hair. 'Wonder how I'm going to fix this? Oh well might as well make the best of it.'

Chief Konoe looked at Watari, a serious expression planted on his features. "Tsuzuki and Tatsumi have returned." At Watari's expectant look, Konoe shook his head. "Kurosaki is not with them."

"Then Muraki lied?"

"It appears so. The only thing they came back with was a doll." Konoe said gravely. "We want you to examine it." He handed said doll, which he'd been carrying to Watari. "We're giving you two hours to do a quick check, when you're done report to the meeting room immediately."

Watari nodded gravely, his was something there was no time to joke about bon's life was hanging in the balance. "I'll start right away." He said taking the doll and watching as he watched Konoe walk away. "Now tell me your secrets sweetheart." Watari said as he re-entered his messy lab.

First he looked over the note that Muraki had obviously written in order to provoke Tsuzuki. He went over to his computer and sent it searching for anything on the name' Arcane,' then he studied the ink on the note it didn't reveal much just that it was made with plain blue ink from a ballpoint pen and the paper itself was just regular rice paper.

He looked up suddenly feeling as if he was being watched, he looked around the lab but could see no one, 003 was sleeping on her perch and the only other object in the room with eyes was Muraki's doll. Slowly Watari turned to face it, he felt unnerved looking into the doll's, Arcane's, he reminded himself, the doll did have a name, wide painted emerald eyes. It felt like they were staring into his soul, it reminded him of when he looked into the kid's eyes.

More than a little unnerved Watari continued on with his experiments. He grabbed some scissors and clipped a piece of Arcane's hair and began to study it, to his surprise it matched the original hair sample he'd found when Hisoka was first taken. "Interesting." Watari mumbled to himself as he became engrossed in his findings, not noticing the increasing anger that appeared to be in Arcane's eyes.

Tsuzuki! Tsuzuki you bastard look at me! I'm right here/ Hisoka cried out desperately. Why won't you answer?

He can't hear you boya, don't forget that. Muraki's voice said echoing in his mind. He'll never hear you, You're stuck with me as mine forever my little doll.

NO! Tsuzuki! Tsuzuki help! Hisoka cried desperately as he felt Muraki's mind envelope his own forcing him to relive painful memories and creating new ones he would never forget.

TBC

A/N: Once again another craptacular chapter by me. Be patient with me please I'm still working on this and I needed this chapter to move things a long slightly; I'm really sorry it was so boring.Please review. I'd like to have atleast 5 reviews for this chapter or I won't continue it, I'm not sure if anyone's reading this anymore and reviews help me know that.