Hisoka sat under the running water of the showerhead, kneeling on the shower's tiled floor. He stared up at the falling drops with dull eyes. His body was quick to change back to normal which he was happy about, he put it off as the speeded abilities of the guardian of death thing, it must have speeded up his metabolism. Still, there was a mark there that hadn't gone away even after the cut had healed after surgery. It was so thin, so light it was had to notice but he could see it, cause he knew just where to look for it, could feel it as his hand came to rest on it. He still couldn't tell what was wrong with him, he wanted to know so badly but just couldn't tell.
Keitaro woke up every night just when Tsuzuki tried getting intimate with Hisoka, like he seemed to know what they were doing and didn't want to take a chance at having a younger sibling. Watari was working on the solution to Hisoka's condition but he was still able to give birth to children, for the moment. That's why Tsuzuki had prepared, buying protection for that sort of thing to prevent what happened with Keitaro from happening again. Guess Keitaro just didn't want another little baby taking away his spot light. Not that Hisoka minded. Every time Tsuzuki tried to touch him an incredible pain would flare through his body setting each nerve on fire with molten lava.
"Bon? You in there?" A knock came at the bathroom door. It must be Watari, He'd taken Keitaro for a while to baby sit while Hisoka did a few things for himself, such as being able to take his shower. since Tsuzuki had headed back to work to support them, Hisoka wasn't expected back for a long while now though. He must have lost track of time and stayed in the shower for too long.
"I'll be right out Watari, sorry for taking so long, I lost track of time!" Watari heard the boy call through the door. The water was quickly turned off and he could hear rustling and rushing about on the other side. The baby fidgeted a bit himself in Watari's arms, fussing and crying in boredom or frustration it sounded like.
"Don't rush Bon! It's okay, I don't mind watching him for a bit longer if you want. Just wanted to make sure everything was okay with you."
"No, everything's fine I'll be right out then you can get back to whatever you want to do." There was a bit of rustling around on the other side for a few more moments so Watari decided to take a seat, cradling and rocking Keitaro when he began to fuss. Watari took a guess that he was hungry, he began to bubble and foam and gum at his own gums. It was a rather cute to see. But he waited, the way it sounds, Hisoka couldn't wait to see little Keitaro and he figured mom... uh.. dad.. Hisoka would want to feed him.
A moment or two later the bathroom door opened letting out a mist of steam from the hot water of the shower that raised the temperature and filled the room with an eerie feel. Emerging from the steam came a figure dressed a long white robe from the only guess Watari could take from the hazy-ness that was made by the water vapor, with a white head...
For a long moment Watari's heart stopped. The figure was in all white, and didn't make a noise as to be recognized. The only one that would casually wear all white like that was the only person that if he was to ever see again in his immortal life, it would be too soon. But he didn't hear anything from Hisoka, and he did come from the bathroom. If he was to have attacked Hisoka he should have heard something at least. He wrapped his arms tighter around the baby, his leg muscles tightening in a quick and sudden adrenaline rush that began at the glance of a figure so strikingly familiar.
The steam cleared away however and before Watari bolted he could make out the figure to be non other than just Hisoka in an oversized robe with a towel wrapped around his wet hair, stray strands falling and curling from under the turban wrapped towel. Watari stared fir long moments. He was nearly certain that it was... He shook his head, loosening his grip on the fussing and whining infant. Watari had his suspicious. That's part of the reason why he'd come to give Keitaro to him instead of waiting for the boy to come back to him. There were thing he had to talk to the boy about that he wasn't sure either Tsuzuki or Hisoka would want to hear but he figured, out of the two of them, Hisoka would be best to tell it too. He was younger, but plainly more mature and stable than Tsuzuki could be. He wouldn't blow up at Watari the way Tsuzuki could, nor would he ask those dumb questions or interrupt him for a snack break.
Hisoka took a look around, looking for where the blonde, honey eyed man had disappeared to. He knew he had to be around. Spotting him in the living room from the corner of his eye, sitting on the couch he headed that way. The baby began fussing, kicking and trying to break free from Watari the moment Hisoka walk into the room. He knew his mother was here now and he didn't want to be held by any one other than Hisoka. Hisoka was quick to pull his son from Watari's arms, lifting him up so Keitaro's head rested on his shoulder. Watari offered the blanket that had fallen from the infant with a smile to Hisoka, who took it and wrapped it around the babys body.
"Think he's hungry." Was all Watari said, but Hisoka already seemed to be heading to the kitchen. Watari watched the new mother with a complete mixture of emotions. He was so awed by a paternal bond they seemed to have. Hisoka always knew just what Keitaro needed before even checking. He watched them, they were so cute and it made him kind of jealous. He almost wished it was his son, or that Hisoka was his own. He had to admit, he'd often thought about the boy, thought about the possibilities of what Hisoka was sexually wise. It was really rather iffy for a while. He seemed really close to Tsuzuki, and with all that had happened between him and Muraki. It was quite possible that that would have the effect to scare the boy for life, or afterlife. But he seemed to have really fallen for Tsubaki while she was alive. It had really killed Hisoka inside to end her life the way it was all meant to be. Regardless of what had to be done, he knew just how much it could sting and pull at your heart
He'd partner the boy with everyone he could think of in his mind, evaluating the relationship. Tatsumi and Hisoka. Interesting, to say the least. It could have worked out for a while, they both had the same idea of saving money, home cooking and stern, logical way of thinking with their minds instead of with their heart. and they both had that cute thing of being so embarrassed when it showed that they actually did care, it was cute to watch either of them blush or storm off in a humiliated rage. ,But they were both so cold, it wouldn't have been much of a relationship at all now would it. Hisoka and Terazuma. The boy did seem to have a certain respect for the man. After seeing him in archery, Watari notice the way Hisoka looked at him. Guess he sort of figured, with the way that Hisoka was taught in kendo and archery, that Terazuma would something like what he could have grown up to look like one day. But Hisoka was too cute for him. He would break out again by just looking into his beautiful eyes when Hisoka would show every beautiful thing inside him. Wakaba was a nice thought. But she seemed so much like Tsuzuki, it was almost a shoe in. But she did seem a little too perky and cheery for the near gothic Hisoka. Of course there was Saya and Yuma, that was am image he'd been fighting to get out of his head since he first thought of it. Poor Hisoka in pink house dresses every damn day with his hair all up in braids and ribbons. they'd turn the poor kid into a cross-dresser! Tears ran down his face at just the thought.
He opened his eyes to see Hisoka feeding the baby. They were both such a beautiful sight there, the baby in the arms of it's mother, sucking away at his bottle, his little eyes locked on those of his mother. Hisoka loved Keitaro, that was so painfully clear. Hisoka could not take his eyes off the infant, not once, he kept his eyes locked with the babys, leaning over as he fed him his bottle and turned to stare as he lifted him to his shoulder for a little burp as he patted and rubbed his back in tiny circles. Of course, the thought of Himself and the boy went through his mind. He thought about how much he'd love to see the boy the way Hisoka only let Tsuzuki see him, naked of all his cold barriers and completely open to him. He wished he could see all that inner beauty that he could feel radiating out of him. But he wasn't suit for Hisoka, Hisoka deserved better, Hisoka deserved Tsuzuki, cause though he's a bumbling, sugar rushed, money wasting idiot. He loved Hisoka with every bit of his heart. If Tsuzuki didn't have Hisoka... He would have wasted away to nothing a long time ago.
The baby had fallen asleep in Hisoka's arms, with the bottle still caught between his soft little bay gums. There was light breathing and a small suck on his bottle from time to time as he slept nearly unmoving in his mothers arms. Hisoka smiled down at the baby then looked up to see Watari staring at him. He's usually observant enough of an empath to know when someone's watching him but this time he was so caught up in his son, he hadn't realized Watari staring at him so intensely. "Watari... something.. wrong?"
Hisoka's voice caught Watari off guard and he was quick to cover with a large, goofy grin of his. "Well really I'd just like to talk to you if it'd be okay. I got a few things I'd like to discuss about Keitaro."
"Is something wrong with him?" Worry overcame Hisoka's beautiful face, his eyes widening and searching Watari's every move for any sign that indicated Watari's lying or true thoughts. He even went so far as to open his barriers more than he usually did with anyone but Tsuzuki, letting his powers wonder, searching for the answers in Watari's emotions.
"Nothing's really wrong it's just. There's some special things we should discuss. I thought it safer to talk to you first about this than Tsuzuki. Do you think you would have the time?"
Hisoka nodded, motioning with his head for the scientist to follow him as he lifted himself as softly as he could from the couch he'd sat on to feed Keitaro. He didn't want to wake the baby, he was do for his nap about now anyway and it would give Hisoka bit more time to clean the house and such after Watari left if he hadn't woken up by then. He kicked open His and Tsuzuki's bedroom door, laying the baby down in his basinet as he instructed Watari to relax and find a place to sit. Watari chose to sit on the bed as he would suspect, the only other seat in this room was the rocker Tsuzuki had bought Hisoka when the baby came. "So.. What's up that you need to talk about Watari..." Hisoka asked hesitantly after tucking his new son in, worried to take a seat next to the blonde guardian of death.
"It's actually nothing really. It's just.. well. It's unusual don't you think that.. you and Tsuzuki, everyone for that matter is dead here. But, you gave birth to a living child.." Hisoka looked up at the man from where he had been sitting with his head down. He had a feeling about this that didn't set well with him. "Well, it seems weird for dead, immortal being to give life to a live being right, so, I think I know how Keitaro's going to be. I think, He's going to grow like a normal human would but.. I think after a certain point, he's going to be difficult to age, Hisoka. He'd going to be like Tsuzuki while he was alive, unable to die by normal means. In other words you gave birth to an true immortal. I've been giving it some thought recently and, I think that's what Muraki had in mind. I think that's why he'd been so determined to keep the baby for himself. It would have been the same to have Muraki if it was or wasn't Tsuzuki's. It's be at least part immortal and be perfect for any sick experiment or task he would have for it." Watari had began to put more feeling into his words than he'd intended to. The mention and talk of Muraki was enough to boil his blood. But what he didn't notice, was the reaction from Hisoka. He hadn't thought about the way the mans name could get under Hisoka's skin the way it was. By the time he'd realized, Hisoka was looking down again, his body trembling ever so slightly to the eye but worse to the touch. "Hisoka I..."
"No. It needs to be said sometimes... He's still alive and I know he's still out there scheming..." His fist clenched at his loose pants. He found, around the house, he liked to wear a nice pair of sweats or Tsuzuki's PJ bottoms, leaving enough fabric that his jeans would not have provided, to clench in his fists till his knuckles turned white. "I know he still wants Keitaro... I can feel it..." A fussing came from the bassinet then, the type like when a child is having a nightmare that's only just begun and start to toss subconsciously in their beds. Hisoka leaned over, hushing and whispering soothing and promising words to the infant as he rocked the cradle. Watari thought it best to move off the subject and he found no greater time than now for the next subject.
"Also... if he was to take after Tsuzuki with his near immortality while actually still being alive, then he has to take something from you as well don't you think..." Hisoka looked up at him for this. He was somewhat calmer, the baby had stopped fussing, but now he was confused as to what the hell Watari was saying. "I hear know what happens at night... how you and Tsuzuki try to uh..." A bright blush came across both their faces, brighter though over Hisoka's. He swore to himself, if Tsuzuki had told anybody anything about him in bed...! "Keitaro doesn't let you... does he..?"
The blush disappeared from Hisoka's face, replaced by one fo thought, worry and confusion. "How do you know all this...?"
"It's all over your face. You're not sleeping again, it's got to be the nightmares again, isn't it. I was too blind to see it the first time but those dark circle under your eyes aren't going unnoticed this time. You're not sleeping well because you're thinking about him and you're making Keitaro think of him. Keitaro knows Hisoka, he knows who Muraki is and what he's tried..."
"What are you talking about..." Watari wasn't completely correct about why he wasn't sleeping, it was more than just the nightmares, the curse, the pain at Tsuzuki's touch. But that was something he wanted to find out for himself and not something he wanted to tell Watari so he'll just let Watari think it's only the nightmares, they were concerned but it's less if they think it's just nightmares, he's had those since long before he even came to the ministry.
"Hisoka, Keitaro's feeling what you're feeling and what your thinking. That's why he knows who you are so easily, why he hates being held by anyone different. That's why just now, when you were thinking of Muraki, when you were getting yourself upset and fired up, ready to dig your nails into your own flesh going right through your pants they were fisted so tightly, he began to fuss. He's an empath just like you are Hisoka."
Hisoka's back went stiff. He really hadn't though about the consequences of passing on his beloved 'gift' to any of his offspring. Even before he'd actually gotten pregnant with Keitaro, when he just thought about the man he could have become if Muraki hadn't killed him and the family he might have one day been able to raise, he'd never put that factor into it, sometime in the factor of who would marry him when he got depressed, but never in his children. He didn't want this child to be burdened with such a thing. "You.. mean.."
"I think his abilities are low. It could just be because he's young, it might develop better with time, as he gets older letting him to use it as strongly as your own reacts, perhaps with help from you, he could learn to control it. Or, there's the chance, it might be this low for the rest of his life. I think, he's so strongly connected to him because you're his mother. It's a bond you two have got to share, the strongest one he might ever have."
Hisoka stared, his head bowed but never really looking at anything. A bond with a mother. the strongest bond. Keitaro was bound to him emotionally, mentally...? Were all his thoughts being transferred to his son? It would explain why every time He was in pain Keitaro would cry, why he'd wake from a peaceful sleep. Keitaro was really bound to him.. hid mother...
3093 words! a new record for a single chapter! and oh oh oh! it's going to be great, I know what the next chapter's going to be about! Hisoka's past.. does anybody want to know about poor Hisoka's past? R&R and no flames, I'll laugh at flames... HAHAHAHAHA