Hisoka was suddenly alone. He searched his memory of what had happened: they were around the fire, and they heard rustling in the bushes. A great wind blew over them, and it felt, to Hisoka, as though his soul was being probed. He could not describe the feeling, because once it was there, then gone, suddenly. He was alone in the dark, and even just the thought sent shivers down his spine. He tried to search the area with his mind, but he couldn't sense anything familiar. Finally, when he tried to move, a jolt of lightning passed through him, stunning him.
He felt strange, and numb, and couldn't move his body, as he would have liked. There was a buzzing sound in the back of his mind, slowly getting louder and louder. Then it all just stopped. He could finally move, but he was exhausted for some reason. As he tried to calm down, he heard a noise in the distance, and when he looked up, he was face-to-face with a pale white man-and he was not of the living! Hisoka tensed up and tried to move away, but his legs were shaky.
"Who are you…?"
"…"
Hisoka asked again, this time with more worry in his voice. But the entity didn't speak. He only shook his head and stepped towards him. A feeling of dread came over the boy as he felt the entity walk into him, melding with him. He was no longer visible, but he was there. Hisoka could feel the ghost enter his mind, and try as he might, he could not drive him out. Within an instant, Hisoka's world faded. He faintly remembered running, and his possessed body kept throwing stones at an unknown enemy. Hisoka could faintly recognize Tsuzuki's emotions, but he was numb to the world.
At that time, Tatsumi had entered a small clearing in the dark forest, after wandering on his own, as well, when he saw the back of a familiar young boy. He smiled, relieved to see that he was not harmed, and he walked towards him. However, when he was a few feet away, his mental alarm went off, and he stopped dead in his tracks.
"Kurosaki?"
Slowly, the boy turned, and Tatsumi gasped as he looked into a face that was the child's, all except for his eyes. Instead of the brilliant green they once were, they were then turned a cloudy blue. Hisoka's face was deathly pale, and his breathing was low and irregular. Cautiously, Tatsumi commanded his shadows to stand by as he took another step towards the younger.
"Kurosaki, are you in there?"
"I am not Kurosaki."
"Then who are you?"
"My name is Gabriel the wanderer."
"Gabriel… What did you do to Kurosaki?"
"The boy's body now belongs to me."
"Why do you want him? Tell me!"
"I will not."
The possessed Hisoka turned back around and started to walk away.
"You're not going anywhere!"
In an instant, Tatsumi called forth his shadows and they surrounded the boy, who instinctively lashed out, trying to get away from them. He didn't notice it when the shadow master ran up behind him, until it was too late. The boy turned, just in time to receive a harsh blow to the ribs. He gasped, but it was not in the low voice it had once been in. For the moment before he passed out, his eyes returned to normal. Tatsumi silently apologized as he lifted the boy into his arms and left to seek out his other companions.
