After lingering in darkness, Hisoka began to wake. He had no idea how long he had been out, but he still felt lightheaded. He felt soft, warm sheets around him, and there was a light breeze, as softly as if someone was blowing onto his skin. Hisoka was lying on his stomach, and he felt his white shirt slipping off of his shoulders, but due to his tired state, he didn't much mind. It made the breeze go to his skin and relaxed him. He didn't have to feel embarrassed if he was in his own room, but something felt a bit off, and he had to wonder a few things. How had he gotten to his room if he had passed out in the hall? Tsuzuki, maybe. Secondly, he had only slept in his new bed for one night, but he remembered having a large comforter, which he did not feel either above or beneath him. Also, he distinctly remembered wearing the school jacket when he lost consciousness, and it felt as if he had not only been relieved of it, but that his white shirt had been unbuttoned. That really confused him.
A chill ran down Hisoka's spine, drawing the boy into complete awake-ness. He gasped, as he felt two fingers tracing an invisible pattern on his back. He wanted to move, but his body wouldn't budge. The fingers were cold as they moved over his bare skin, and Hisoka noticed too late why the pattern seemed familiar. Hisoka compressed a yell as his curse flared up. The shock of it caused the young shinigami to topple from the bed and onto the cold tile floor.
His assumptions were right; he wasn't in his room, but instead, somewhere in the private school's infirmary, in an area covered by a curtain. That was as much as he could discover before the pain became too unbearable. The curse burned on his skin, and drained his strength, making it impossible for him to life himself off of the floor. He hugged his shoulders, panting and sweating. The young man who had been on the bed with him was not Tsuzuki, (and thankfully wasn't Muraki, either), but a boy s few years older than himself, with faded brown hair. The boy rose from his seat and walked around the bed to stand before Hisoka.
"Fascinating. So that is all it takes to throw you into a fit of spasms, is it? Tell me, Hisoka, is it very painful?"
"W-who are you…? What do you want? Are you after Tsuzuki?"
The boy smiled and knelt by Hisoka, who was, despite the pain, trying to cover his shoulders with his shirt, to hide the blaring red marks. Hisoka suddenly felt shy and nervous as the boy got close to his face, and he turned his head.
"Don't… don't come near me!"
"Silly boy. I'm only here for you, my dear Hisoka."
"You… you're the murderer? Who are you?"
Hisoka winced as the boy grabbed him by the hair and got close to his ear.
"I'm Fujisawa. Remember it."
Hisoka fainted, again.
Tsuzuki's class had just ended and all the girls whined when he left the room. His first stop was his and Hisoka's room. (they had to share one due to lack of space) He knocked on the door before entering, but Hisoka wasn't there. Tsuzuki checked the bathroom, the front office and the infirmary, but he wasn't anywhere. Then, he walked out into the courtyard when he saw a group of kids standing around a flagpole. Some boys were laughing, some looked horrified, while some were comforting the crying girls. As Tsuzuki came near, a girl saw him and clung onto his arm.
"What's wrong here?"
"It's a boy! No one will help him!"
"A boy? Which boy is it?"
Tsuzuki looked around at all the boys in the area, but he didn't see anyone who was hurt or in need of help. He was about to ask the girl again, until he felt a drop of liquid fall on his cheek. When he checked, it was blood. He feared the worst and slowly, his eyes followed up the flagpole. It was streaked and dripping with fresh blood, and at the very top, tired by the wrists with ropes, was Hisoka. Tsuzuki gasped. The boy was badly cut, his uniform was in ruins, and he was seemingly unconscious. On his chest, the words 'I found you' were carved onto his skin by a knife.
The shinigami used a fuda spell to cause a strong wind to pass by, as a distraction while he flew up and retrieved his partner. When he landed, the students wondered how he had gotten the boy down, and Tsuzuki told them the wind had knocked him down and he caught him. They wanted to ask more, and suggested the boy be taken to the infirmary, but Tsuzuki had another, better idea. Hurriedly, he returned to his and Hisoka's room and called Watari.