Okay, I'm sure a lot of people are upset at me for not continuing this sooner, but I had major writer's block. But, now that I'm out of school, I'll have a lot more free time. Sorry it took so long, people. Enjoy!

Stalker

It was already late at night when Tsuzuki, Watari, and Tatsumi made it to the school. It was dark, and an ominous feeling lingered in the air. Tatsumi and Watari started by checking the classrooms, but found nothing. Tsuzuki was just standing there in his and Hisoka's dorm room. He was staring at Hisoka's empty bed, blankly. When the others walked in, they thought Tsuzuki was about to have a panic attack and start crying again, but they were wrong.

Tatsumi stepped in front of Tsuzuki and saw that the man's eyes were closed. He waved a hand in front of his former partner's face, but he didn't budge or react at all. Tatsumi looked back at Watari, who simply shrugged his shoulders, before looking back to the brunette.

"Tsuzuki?"

Finally, Tsuzuki opened his eyes and looked back at Tatsumi's worried expression.

"Tatsumi…"

"Tsuzuki, we have to find Kurosaki. We don't have time for any of us to stand around and mope."

"I'm not moping…"

"Oh?"

"Then what were you doing just now?"

"I thought… I could hear Hisoka from here."

Tsuzuki looked around the room for something, and the other two were shaking their heads. They thought the distraught shinigami had totally lost it. That was, however, until Tsuzuki moved to a vent on the floor and uncovered it. Then, all three heard quiet voices. One of them was unfamiliar, but the other was most definitely Hisoka. He sounded awful. Tsuzuki knelt down to the vent and yelled his partner's name, but there was no reply.

"Guys! He's here! He's close-by!"

"We heard him, too, Tsuzuki!"

"If we can hear him from here… he must be in the basement level! I think I saw a door leading that way around the corner!"

"Lets go!"

In the basement, with candles still lit up around him, Hisoka was still hung up against the wall. He could feel his wrists bleeding from the struggle to get free, and he was very sore. He passed out from the blood loss, but Fujisawa would not let him rest for long. It was only moments after he blacked out that he felt a sharp pain in his face. Hisoka opened his eyes and saw Fujisawa really close to him. He was hitting him. The first few hits went to his jaw and cheeks, but the next few went lower, catching his rips and stomach. His side was aching even more, and the knife was still embedded in his side. Any other person would have died long ago.

While he was beating up Hisoka, Fujisawa was laughing hysterically. He was really enjoying himself. He was finally getting what revenge he thought he deserved. Hisoka had mocked him in that old school, and that was a crime in his mind. He wanted to make the boy suffer, bleed, scream, and beg for mercy, but the boy had barely let out a sound. Stopping his assault for a moment, he looked the boy over. He looked faint, weak, bloody, but he was also starting to heal. The bruises were fading, and the small cuts were also vanishing. Killing an immortal guardian was no easy task.

The only two things on the boy that had yet to heal were his side wound, which was bleeding less and less, and his lower lip. Hisoka had been biting it to keep from yelling, and Fujisawa hated that. He wanted to hear him suffer, like he had in the school nurse's office. That's when he got an idea. He took a step back, letting Hisoka think he was done torturing him, and he removed his cloak.

Hisoka finally stopped biting his lip, and looked up through the darkness. He saw Fujisawa taking off his cloak, and feared what would happen next. A while ago, he thought he heard his partner's voice, but it was only once, and so he thought he had just imagined it. Now, his throat was raw, and he was shaking again.

"W-what are you doing…?"

Fujisawa paused. He turned back around to face Hisoka, and smiled a wicked smile. Without answering, he approached the boy. Suddenly, Hisoka shuddered, feeling the other boy's hands going under his shirt. He gasped as the hands brushed over sensitive bruises, and started to trace something into his skin. Hisoka knew what he was doing, and he shouted, trying to buck away from his abuser.

"No! stop, please! Stop it! Don't!"

Muraki's curse started to burn on his skin, and it was almost too much for the boy to take, however, the struggling managed to free Hisoka's legs, and moments before the curse was fully active, Hisoka glared at the boy and kicked him hard in the chest. Fujisawa gasped and fell back a few feet, holding his chest. As it would seem, even as a walking corpse, he could still feel a degree of pain.

Though he had temporarily immobilized the boy, Hisoka was out of breath, and didn't know how to fully free himself. He wanted to have Tsuzuki with him to help him, but he doubted the man could find him in time. Just as he was finally catching his own breath, Fujisawa stood back up. He was furious, and had a partial bloody footprint on his shirt.

"You little pest… I swear I'll make you pay for this! You're mocked me for the last time, you insect! Prepare to-"

Just as Fujisawa raised his hand, with another dagger, the walls started shaking. He gasped again, just moments before the wall next to him exploded inward, burying him under the rubble. Hisoka coughed and shook his head. He was dizzy, but he thought he heard Tsuzuki again. Again, he thought it was his imagination, until he felt his wrist restraints being undone, and himself being lowered to the floor, onto a warm lap.

"Hisoka…?"

Slowly, Hisoka's eyes opened once more, and he could have cried. There were tired and worried amethyst eyes staring down into his. He smiled.

"Tsuzuki… you came!"

"Of course I did! I wont abandon you for any reason, partner…!"

"Thank you…"

Tatsumi knelt next to them and lightly fingered the knife embedded into his side. Hisoka couldn't hold back his shaking when it was touched and he winced. When Tatsumi pulled his hand back, Hisoka somewhat curled into Tsuzuki's hold, curling against his chest tightly.

"That looks bad…"

"We need to remove it before he loses any more blood. Bon, can you handle it?"

Hisoka didn't answer at first. He was still hiding against his partner. But when Tsuzuki asked, Hisoka bit his lip again and nodded. With great care, Watari quickly pulled out the knife, and Tatsumi wrapped it up using a first aid kit he had brought with him. Soon, Hisoka's breathing returned to almost normal, and when Tsuzuki called his name, he opened his eyes.

"Hisoka, you're okay now. I promise I wont let you out of my sight for another minute!"

"Thank you…"

"Come on, lets get back to the ministry."

"Not so fast…"

Four shocked faces turned round to see Fujisawa dig himself out of the rubble. He was a mess. He was missing skin in a number of places, he was cut and bleeding, and one of his arms was missing, completely, but he wasn't dead yet. He was like a zombie. The zombie boy took a shaky step closer, and glared at them.

"No… he is mine! I wont let you take my immortality away from me!"

"He just wont quit…"

"Then, we'll have to take care of him."

Hisoka was standing up. He swayed, but Tsuzuki supported him. He was going to tell the boy to rest, but that was something he just needed to do. He wanted to free the soul of the boy who died with hate in his heart, and Tsuzuki wasn't about to tell him he couldn't. So, he looked at him and nodded.

"We'll get him together."

"I'm in!"

"I'll help."

"Yeah…"

"Then… lets send this dirty soul… back to hell!"

The zombie yelled out, and all four shinigami's powers combined. Watari brought the candles and suits of armor to life, Tatsumi used his shadows, which were prominent in that room, and the other two used their combines Fuda spells. All of them used their powers at once, and the energy enveloped the boy. He screamed, and then the rest of the candles went out, and the room fell silent.

In another dark place, Muraki was sitting in a modestly decorated room sipping tea. Next to him, a male doll burst into flames, and then faded into nothing. Muraki didn't care. He just kept drinking, and smiling. Tsuzuki was quite strong, indeed, especially when his friends were in danger. Muraki enjoyed seeing how immensely he affected the man, and loved seeing his power grow. It was the power he would someday claim for himself. But, he would be patient for a while longer.