"Hisoka!" Watari kind of shouted at the sudden outburst. Hisoka had been sitting there so quietly, not a, 'how my god is he alright?' kind of quiet, just, a deep thought kind of silence that took hold when Hisoka went into his trances. He'd been most unsuspecting of an outburst from the quiet young man. and the question, such a question was the type that, when Watari had played any and all possibilities to his or Tsuzuki's reactions to this situation in his mind for preparing himself for this moment, this.. was the last thing he thought he'd hear, even from Hisoka. "Hisoka, how could you even ask liked that! WE can't get rid of his powers anymore than we can yours. It's a blood and trait thing, it's not like any of us who got our powers after we died. We can't just release him from what this is."
"I don't want him to have to have those powers. Tsuzuki.. Tsuzuki's immortality... it's not much, he doesn't have to live on earth, people won't notice the way they did for Tsuzuki, especially... with changing times, most won't even remember him long enough to realize.. but.. empathy... It's something that's a nightmare, even in this plain of existence! He'll be confused all his life and..."
Watari watched the boy in a new light. He realized there was something deeper than just his words. There was a deep, hidden pain that he could see just radiating from his eyes. Hisoka had already been through all of it, it wasn't just a worry fro his own son based of a simple fear. Hisoka had lived with this unusual ability for most of his life, and would have to for the rest of eternity. He was exiled from his family for it, pushed away by society. Really, he had a point to worry, if Keitaro was to actually evolve his powers and get as strong as Hisoka's, it could be hard for him to live, even with permission, he might not be able to pass over into the world of the living with or without Hisoka or Tsuzuki. Without control, other peoples emotions could really hurt him. And there was a sneaking suspicion that if Keitaro could feel Hisoka.. Hisoka could feel Keitaro.
"Hisoka, you're not talking from just mere thought, are you? You know what this is don't you, you've been through it before with your own family haven't you..." He ducked his head, trying to catch a look at Hisoka's face from where he'd turned it down. His voice had trailed off into a whispered mumble of syllables and as his voice lowered so had his head, his long, too long, blonde bangs shadowing his emerald eyes. When he tried to see him though, Hisoka looked at him, tilting his head to allow his bangs to fall more to the side. His emerald eyes shone in the soft light from the moist beads of salty water gather on his dark, thick bottom lashes.
Watari took in a gasp of breath. Hisoka looked so adorable this way, so beautiful. He hated to see him cry but he looked so pretty with the tears in his eyes, his little nose moving when he sniffled silently as he could a few times. He was so cute trying to hide everything, the pain in his heart, shining through his bright green eyes. It was hypnotizing...
Hisoka let out a loud gasp and a tiny cry of protest as Watari fell on him, on of his hands trapped under his back from the way they fell. "Watar...?" A muffled gasp and 'hmph' sound escaped from between his lips as Watari pressed his mouth to Hisoka's puffed, petal pink lips. His silky, white robe began to fall from his left shoulder exposing a good deal of his shoulder and upper chest, revealing his entire left collarbone. The hand under his back, place just at the arch of his back, partially on the rounded curve of his bottom pushed him up to meet Watari's body, melding their lower bodies together. With the gasp Watari took advantage probing his tongue in to Hisoka's hot mouth, sliding over his tongue and teeth. Even knowing he wasn't Hisoka still tasted innocent, a taste that brought to mind flowers, sweetness like fruits and sugar, strawberries and cherries with a bit of sweet, sweet creme.
Hisoka squirmed, his back arching more into Watari from the pain of sensations flooding in. There was such a strange mix, thing he'd sensed before, but never like this. There was lust, there was desire and passion, but there was something else there, jealousy, admiration...traces of love...? Love? Red and white flashes crossed his vision, falling flecks of pink, black.. Had Watari been looking he would have seen the flare of red across Hisoka's pale white skin, made paler from the situation. the curse marks burned, and flashed with a glowing light bright, dim back to bright again. A silent scream took him first, his mouth opened wide against Watari's mouth. then, a long moment into the silent scream, sound finally forced its way from his lungs, past his vocal cords and out his mouth in a scream that in less than 1/110th of a second was joined by a long drawn out wail from his infant son laying in his cradle.
Watari seemed to snap out of whatever world he had disappeared into, a glaze vanishing from his eyes. He separated his lips from Hisoka's, loosening the hold he had on his back and the hand he had fisted into Hisoka's soft wheat blonde locks, looking up to the rocking cradle with the crying, screaming, kicking infant inside it. Hisoka took this moment to push Watari off him, shoving the older man back against the headboard on the other side of the bed. His breathing was heavy, labored and his face both pale and red from screaming and fright. His right hand, shaking, reached for his left side of the robe that had fallen from his shoulder, fumbling with numb fingers in trying to pull it back though he ended up just holding it up, staring with wide, frightened green eyes. In the back Keitaro continued to scream and wail his little lungs out, calling his mom for attention for comfort.
"Hisoka..." Watari reached out a hand for the boy, his hair and clothes in a mess. Hisoka jumped away from his hand, his breathing picking up in pace.
"Hisoka! I'm home!" A bright cheery voice called from the front door. Watari began to shake. Tsuzuki's wrath was the worst that any shinigami could face. Hisoka tells Tsuzuki what he tried and, it would be the end of Watari's immortal life.
Hisoka gave Watari one last looked before straightening himself a bit, making quick work of getting his still crying son from his basinet and making his way to the door. With the door open, he turned to look back at Watari one last time before leaving the man in the room alone. Watari had no choice. When Hisoka told him, he'd just take it, he wasn't gunna lie to Tsuzuki. He didn't know what had come over him, he didn't even care if he did find out at the moment, he was more interested in keeping it from happening again and even sort of wanted a punishment for daring to hurt Hisoka like that. He straightened himself a bit, fixing his hair and straightening his lab coat. He took what he was sure to be his last breath before opening and walking out the door.
He found Hisoka out in the living room standing close to Tsuzuki. He held the baby close to his chest, hiding almost halfway behind Tsuzuki. His face was serious, it's normal style when he was weary of the people around him. It was so much like when he first showed up and he didn't trust a single one of them. It dug at his heart. But Tsuzuki didn't look angry, in fact he looked downright happy.
"Hey Watari! I didn't know you where stopping by!"
Watari was about to say something, his guilt heavy on his heart. But Hisoka.. Hisoka took his turn to speak, staring at Watari the entire time he talked. "Watari was just helping me with Keitaro, he babysat while I was taking my shower."
"Oh, really. Well why don't you have a seat Watari, I'll make some tea for the three of us and we can have a nice conversation." Tsuzuki offered. He began to head into the kitchen having taken off his trench coat and hung it on the hook.
"No, I really have to get hack to my lab. Perhaps I'll taking a rein check on that." He put his shoes back on bowing his head in a gesture of goodbye to Tsuzuki. "Tsuzuki.." and Hisoka, looking at him with those cold eyes. "Hisoka..." There came no answer from Hisoka, just that cold glaring stare.
After the soft click of the door, Tsuzuki took a place standing next to Hisoka, wrapping an arm around him. "What was up with Watari, He doesn't seem himself lately."
Hisoka pressed himself against Tsuzuki, enjoying the closeness, needing it. "No, He doesn't."
1543 words! oh.. Watari fans, don't kill me for OOC-ness or just hate for what he did! It will all explain itself in due time.