Chapter 8! Thanks to everyone who had read and reviewed!

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There was an awkward silence bound the two inside the car. Tatsumi did not say anything since they departed from school. Hisoka was expecting the older man to say or ask anything regarding his brother. However, he liked the feeling. It was a complete peace when he was around the students' affairs supervisor. Even the car engine was quiet.

After a few minutes, they arrived at the hospital. Tatsumi parked his car in the private parking lot. "Tatsumi-san, can you park here?" Hisoka asked him after he turned off the engine. The navy-eyed man turned to him. "My family owns this hospital."

'What the heck?' that was what Hisoka wanted to say. "My family is involved with every career there is in Japan. From medical, police reinforcement, law, nursery, cooking and culinary, you name it," Tatsumi explained as they stepped out of the vehicle and headed toward the hospital entrance.

"And you're in the education," added Hisoka. Tatsumi nodded. "Well, well. They did make it," he lifted his head and looked across Hisoka. Hisoka turned around and saw Tsuzuki and Watari ran toward them.

The both of them stopped in front of them and panted. "Don't tell us you were running all the way here from the school," Hisoka eyed Tsuzuki. "What…else?" Tsuzuki gasped for dear breath.

"Mou…Tsuzuki-san…you know I'm not athletic...were you trying to kill me?" Watari mocked him. "Don't worry. We're at the hospital now. They'll find a way to revive you back," replied Tsuzuki and then he looked at Hisoka. "Had fun riding the Puma?"

The boy grunted. "Sure! The air-conditioner even has a scent and the seat was awfully nice. Not to mention that Tatsumi was telling me interesting stories unlike your story!" he then proceeded into the hospital leaving the three adults puzzled.

Watari looked at Tatsumi. "What did you tell him?"

"I only told him that my family owns this hospital," the man answered as he adjusted his glasses. "What did you tell Kurosaki-san, Tsuzuki-san?" he turned the blame back to the amethyst-eyed man.

Tsuzuki didn't answer. His face looked hurt but he thought he was guilty as well. He knew the poor boy was confused by now after what he explained that morning earlier. "Let's go."

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"How's Kurosaki-san?"Watari jumped into the room as he saw Hisoka was sitting by the bed, holding Hijiri's hand as the patient lied asleep.

"The doctor said Hiji-chan's sleeping because the anesthetic haven't worn out yet. He should be waking up in a few hours," Hisoka replied, whose eyes still on his dear twin brother.

'Hiji-chan's hand is cold,' he thought. "Few hours?" Tsuzuki looked at his watch. "I'll talk to the doctor about his condition," Tatsumi offered. "Arigatou," thanked Hisoka as he continued to stare at the sleeping boy next to him. "Watari, you're coming with me," Tatsumi ordered.

"Eh? Nande?" protested the scientist and changed his mind when he saw Tatsumi's glasses flashes with terror as he adjusted them. "Hai! Hai! I'm coming!" And that left the trio in the room.

"Hisoka," Tsuzuki decided to break the silence border between them. He thought it was better for Hisoka if he tells him what was really going on. About him as his Guardian Angel and why he was at their house that late night. He wanted to tell him so the boy won't be so confused anymore. However, he knew the possibilities how Hisoka would react later.

"Hiji-chan always engaged in physical injury. Even we were kids," Hisoka told him. Tsuzuki noticed his hands were tightening in Hijiri's grip. "Well, I can see that he had always been the athletic kind of type, right?" Tsuzuki decided to drop the subject. 'Let Hisoka bear with this one first.'

Hisoka smirked. "When we were five, he drowned once but survived. At seven, he fell from a tree behind our house. And after he learned to play the violin, he cut himself multiple times during violin session," he said, remembering the times when he and Hijiri was just little kids.

Tsuzuki sat on the chair across the room. He suddenly felt interested to know what Hisoka was about to tell him. He studied the boy's feature and noticed that Hisoka's body was slightly smaller than Hijiri's.

"But, I was the one who got sick a lot. Even now. When I was ten, I was down due to high fever. Our parents weren't home, as always and Hiji-chan took care of me. He even burnt himself to prepare a meal for me. When we were younger, I think we were six at that time, I was sent to the hospital because my lung got an infection and Hiji-chan stayed by me.

And then, when we were 13, I was sent to the hospital again because there was an ulcer in my stomach. And again, he stayed with me. Our parents didn't have time to see me at that time…neither do now," he said, almost in a whisper. His voice sounded melancholy but firm. His face was soft and gentle but didn't show any sign of crying.

Tsuzuki was captivated by his looks. The boy had a slim figure, an angelic face with the empty passionate golden emerald eyes watching over Hijiri. 'I've always asked myself why I got to be this boy's Guardian Angel ever since I saw him. I think I know now,' he thought to himself.

To his surprise, Hisoka turned to him. His eyebrows narrowed. "What?"

"What's what?" he replied.

"Do you know it's rude to answer a question with a question? You know what I mean. What do you mean…when…you think you know?" Hisoka's voice became a gentle whisper.

Tsuzuki grinned, completely forgotten that the boy was capable of reading people's emotion even minds. "When I was descended to become your Guardian Angel, I thought why I got you. You have a completely normal teenage life, living with your brother with parents aren't around to look after you but now, I can see it clearly," he replied, standing and walked toward Hisoka.

He studied the boy's face. It took him a while to realize pink blushes appeared on the boy's cheeks. He chuckled. "What's so funny about my face?" Hisoka blurted. The man continued to laugh. "You look so cute when you blush!" Tsuzuki had to say that.

From pink, Hisoka's face became red. "You idiot! What were you thinking while you stared at my face!" his eyes were beamed with anger, irritation as well as embarrassment.

Suddenly, the two saw a movement underneath the blanket. Hijiri pushed away the blanket that seemed to cover him all over his body and gasped for breath. "Mou, you two! Stop fighting…" Hijiri pleaded as he looked the two.

"Hiji-chan, you shouldn't wake up yet. The anesthetic should make you asleep for few hours," Hisoka took Hijiri's hand after he let it go a while ago. "Daijoubu. I've been into the hospital too many times now that even my body is immune to the anesthetic," Hijiri curved a smile that eased the worry in Hisoka's heart.

Then, the door opened. Tatsumi, Watari and the doctor entered. "Hm, just as I expected. Your body is immune to the anesthetic," she said when she looked at Hijiri. Hijiri sneered at Hisoka.

"The guardian…ah, Tsuzuki-san. About Kurosaki-san. His surgery is a success and he can be checking out in at least a week. Don't worry, he's still young. The bones with attached with themselves rapidly," she said as she looked at Tsuzuki. "Yokatta…"Tsuzuki sighed in relief.

"I'm thirsty. Doc, can I drink Pepsi?" Hijiri asked the doctor. She smiled. "No, you can't but a tea will be fine," she replied. "I'll get it for you," offered Hisoka and before anyone knew it, he was gone from the room. "Well then. Watari and I will take leave now. Take good care of your health, Kurosaki-san," Tatsumi bowed and took the reluctant Watari along.

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Hisoka read the label on the vending machine. "Sold out?" he cursed the hospital then he remembered it was Tatsumi's family hospital. He then walked along the corridor in search of the next vending machine and found one.

He looked around and saw no one. He was at the furthest in the building. He looked at the tags on the doors along the corridor. "This is where they kept old files…don't think anyone would be hanging around here," he murmured to himself.

He put the coins in and pressed the button. Hijiri's favourite tea came out. "Ano…young man…" a weak and old voice called him from behind. He turned around and saw an old man with a bent back.

"Hai? Can I help you?" he asked. The man showed him his coins. "I want to a drink but I don't know how use that thing…we don't have things like this back in the old days," he said, shaking his hands.

"Sure," replied Hisoka. As he was about to take the coins from the old man's palm, he sensed something. He paused for a moment and took his hand back. "Sumimasen, oji-chan. I'm…I'm kinda busy. Goodbye," he bowed down in respect and quickly left the old man.

To his surprise, the old man followed him. He walked faster and noticed the man was catching pace with his. 'I knew it! He's not old! He's in disguise,' Hisoka knew it from his trusty empathy. Before he knew it, he was running from the man and ended up in a dead end.

"SHIT!" he turned around and saw the old man standing at the exit.

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TBC…hm...sorry if the story seemed messy. I hadn't had enough time to really edit it. But I hope you'd enjoyed it!