Hisoka had kept losing consciousness. He wanted to awaken, but a dark force lingered inside of his mind that prevented him from doing so. He had no idea where he was, how he got there, what time it was, or where his partner was; al he knew was that he was cold. He wasn't just cold on the outside, either; the cold he felt went deep into his bones.he tried to move. He wanted to roll onto his side and curl into a tight, warm ball, but restraints on his arms and legs prevented such movement. He wasn't sure if the restraints were physical or just in his mind, but if the pain of the ropes was any indication, they must have been really there.
Opening his eyes, he found himself in a room. The lock on his mind had disappeared, but it left the poor boy drained and sore. He continually opened and closed his eyes, trying to get them to adjust to the dim light of the room, which he couldn't identify at first. He was tired… his wounds had mostly healed- not that he could remember where he got them- and a name was stuck on his mind. Fujisawa… He began to remember the name. It was one of the boys at a catholic school he and Tsuzuki had been investigating. He died… and someone brought him back to life. But… why was he going after him?
With his tired eyes finally adjusted, Hisoka looked around. He was in a small, dark room filled with creepy things like drawn circles on the walls, a few suits of samurai armor and what looked like a Frankenstein chemistry set. Though it looked like some person's basement, he felt the lingering emotions of noisy kids, and the air held the lingering stench of blood. Candles were lit all over, but, despite the creepiness of his position, tied up to a pillar with his shirt off, Hisoka was just too tired to care, and he shut his eyes to rest.
He would have gotten to sleep, too… had he not suddenly heard a slithering sound and something sliding down over his arms. His eyes went wide and he looked up to see a dark serpent coiling around his arms. He didn't want to be bitten, but he also couldn't help but shiver and shift as the snake slithered down to rest upon his shoulders and around his neck.
"N-no…! Get off me!"
"I don't thin he can understand you, boy."
Hisoka gasped and looked forward. Standing about seven feet from him was Fujisawa, dressed in his school uniform with a cloak on over it. He looked even more frightening the closer he got.
"Besides… that little guy is a friend of mine… he even kept me company in my lonely grave… He only listens to me!"
"Ah! Get it off of me!"
Hisoka shivered as the snake flicked out its tongue and licked Hisoka's cheek, and then moved down the boys body and to the floor, where it then made its way up his master's body.
"What do you want from me!"
"You do remember me, don't you? I was at that school… I was one of the many victims! You see, since I was brought back, I have needed the young souls of students to sustain myself…"
"You consumed their souls…?"
"They were so delicious!"
"Then… why were you looking for me?"
"I was told about you… ALL about you… and I got to thinking…"
Hisoka tried to move away, against his restraints, as Fujisawa got close to his face.
"Yours was the soul my body craves… and if I were to claim the soul of an immortal… I wouldn't have to worry about anything else. I could life to finish school and kill to my heart's content! Plus…"
Fujisawa stuck out his tongue and licked Hisoka's cheek, making the boy shiver and twist in disgust.
"You're still the type I like to bugger."
"-Ah!"
Hisoka compressed a yell as a knife was stabbed into his side. It slid through his skin so easily, and the other boy had to laugh, maliciously, at how simple taking a life could be. Hisoka let his head fall to his chest, and he breathed hard and deep as he waited for the wound to heal. He was begging it to heal, but with the knife still in him, his body refused to do so. He was stuck, and he was losing more blood than he would have liked. Standing back a few feet, Fujisawa smiled and stared for a moment, admiring his work.
"Well, my dear Hisoka… it's time to begin the ceremony!"
Just before Hisoka blacked out again, he saw Fujisawa lift the hood of his cloak over his head, so all that was left visible was the red glow of his eyes and his evil smile.