First, an apology for taking so damn long to get this out. I'm so sorry fans.. I hope not to leave you on a cliffy for too long.

"Tatsumi...?"

"How dare you treat Kurosaki that way! How dare you hurt him like that!" Tatsumi towered over the purple eyed shinigami, his fists raised. The shadows behind the man flickered, irritated and angered with the man and swirling about their master in a ready stance for attack.

"Tatsumi... what's I do? Where's Hisoka? What happened to him! Tatsumi! Please!" Tsuzuki turned onto his knees, kneeling before the man, begging for information on his green eyed lover and his son. Hurt? What had hurt Hisoka..? What was going on? He wanted to know that his little family was alright.

Tatsumi shook. His body was far to tensed. He couldn't keep himself from it anymore. His anger lashed out and his shadows swirled about him, reading his anger and striking out at the man that had caused it. The shadows, however, had not counted on the figure that ran past their master with a cry of "stop!" and the wail of the infant wrapped securely in that figures arms. With a cry Tatsumi called the shadows back but it was just a little too late. The shadows whipped against the back of the blonde boy as he et out a soft cry of pain, falling forward into Tsuzuki who he'd been protecting from the shadows. The child wailed from the screaming emotions around him. Tatsumi's heart stopped as he watched the boy stumble forward into the arms of the chocolate haired shinigami kneeling in front of him. "Kurosaki-Kun!"

" 'Soka!" Tsuzuki caught his green eyed angel and son. The boy had twisted in his fall to take the fall off his son that was clutched to his chest, tucked under Hisoka's large coat for added protection against the elements. He seemed for the most part fine, just dazed and pained for a minute. He was more worried for his son, though Tsuzuki had already seen to it that he was alright. he cradled the both of them in his arms somehow. Tears broke his eyes as he held them, he didn't want to let them go again. He didn't even care what had happened earlier, all he wanted was to just have his family back. " 'Soka!"

"He didn't do anything Tatsumi san!" Hisoka screamed out from where he now lay in Tsuzuki's arms. "please.. " He sobbed. "Please.. leave him alone.."

"Kurosaki.." The shadows from the hall that had gathered at Tatsumi's side in his anger disappeared entirely from their liquid like state, whipping and whirling about their master waiting for his order. He knelt down to see the boy, to touch his tear streaked face. He couldn't believe the boy had woken so early. He should have been knocked out for at least a little while longer. "Kurosaki, I'm so sorry... are you alright?" He reached out to touch the infant that was still wailing in his mothers arms..

"He didn't Tatsumi san... It's me. I bring trouble wherever I go. From the first time I became his partner till now. Muraki's always been on our tails and I've only helped him in breaking Tsuzuki more with each encounter... I've been murdered, raped and cursed over and over again and each time it seemed to be to draw Tsuzuki closer to his traps. I've brought nothing but misery..." Hisoka gasped as Tsuzuki twisted him, shaking him by his shoulders.

"How can you say that Hisoka! I'm alive for you, I stayed here for you and only you! You were my partner, my lover, my life's love! Misery! What misery could you bring by being a victim of that bastard. Stop it!" Tsuzuki shook his a bit more, firming his grip on the boys shoulders. The tears stung at his own eyes and he screamed out his anger at the boy. Hisoka had actually thought he'd made Tsuzuki's life miserable! How could he have the nerve to say or even think it! "Watari was there, and Tatsumi but it wasn't until you came into the fires for me that I choose life! How could you have that kind of nerve Hisoka! How could you...!" Finally breaking under everything that had happened, Tsuzuki leaned into the boys smaller frame, pressing the boys body into his, trying not to crush his son. The man wept into the boys shoulder as he held the smaller body to him, not sure if it was more for the boys sake or for his own.

Hisoka allowed himself to be held for long moments, unable to think, unable to react. he felt such anger coming off Tsuzuki aimed directly at him but it wasn't hatred. It was a hurt anger. It was a difference not many people understood when they thought of anger, but an empath could know all to well the feelings of hatred from others from the feeling of hurt anger caused by a breaking of trust, friendship or love of another. He, too, was taken over, then, by tears as he gave himself into it. His body was limp against Tsuzuki's as he gently let everything overtake him, all his emotions he'd kept there, all the misery for himself, for the people he thought he'd caused trouble to. All of it, just came pouring out. All the hatred he held towards himself and all the regrets for all the lies from the beginning of the pregnancy till now when he still held Keitaro's powers secret and all the problems that had been going on with him. He clutched the mans arm with his free hand, his arms trembling around Tsuzuki and his son. He was feeling lightheaded all of a sudden. A sound escaped his lips, gentle sigh, an escaping of air from his lungs as he fell into Tsuzuki's arms completely limp. Tsuzuki caught with, securing his arms around the infant in Hisoka's falling arms just in time to save their son from falling.

"Hisoka!"

"Kurosaki-kun!"

"Tatsumi, what's going on!" Tsuzuki gently pulled Keitaro from Hisoka's lifeless arms, not wanting the infant to drop to the floor and get hurt. He cradled in in one harm, Keitaro in his left and Hisoka in his right. He looked to Tatsumi pleadingly. Tatsumi could still be mad at him, Tatsumi could hate him for the rest of eternity for all he cared but he wanted to know what had happened to Hisoka. "Tatsumi.."

The secretary looked over the entire scene. Hisoka looked pale, far too pale. He then looked to Tsuzuki. His left shoulder was stained crimson, a trail falling down from where Hisoka had slid into his arms when falling. The blue eyed shinigami picked the boys right hand and just as he'd expected and feared, the bandages were soaked through with blood. Underneath the wound must not have closed, or maybe he'd reopened it when he'd run in, falling from the whole incident earlier. He'd passed out from blood loss. This was far too serious. Hisoka wasn't healing the way he should and it took far too little to cause a serious injury, far less than it should take for a shinigami. "Tsuzuki, call Watari quick."

"Tatsumi, what's going on!"

"Kurosaki-kun's lost too much blood, that's why he passed out. He's going to need stitches. Now call Watari."

Tsuzuki sat by the bedside. Watari had already stitched up Hisoka's hand and had told him that Hisoka would be alright but something just didn't sit well with him. He hadn't gotten an explanation from Tatsumi or Watari of why Hisoka had been at such a risk anyway. how could a small cut like that almost kill a shinigami? Weren't they immortal? Something was wrong with Hisoka and his heart and mind could not find a moments rest until he knew what it was His son squirmed and moaned as if to agree with him. He didn't know what it was but Keitaro always seemed to like Hisoka more. While he'd be screaming in Tsuzuki's arms he'd go right to a murmur in Hisoka's. It was a harsh mix of heart warming and heart wrenching emotions to see that his son was so close to Hisoka yet more distant from him. Beyond Keitaro's moans he could hear Tatsumi's and Watari's low, whispered conversation from behind him. Tatsumi had called the blonde shinigami off to talk to him after he'd finished with Hisoka, asking Tsuzuki to stay with the boy incase he should wake. He hadn't the heart at the moment to argue with them, somewhat glad that the job of watching over the boy had gone to him. Gently he shifted his son to relocate him to Hisoka's chest, his son and life partner belly to belly. The infant squirmed for a few minutes, kicking his chubby legs out and trying to move his head but then settled. Tsuzuki was amazed at how tiny he was, he was more or less the size of a premature infant. His little ear was pressed above Hisoka's heart and he visibly calmed, in a near sleep state as he listened to his mothers heartbeat. From beside the bed he lay his head next to Hisoka's, a hand on his sons back to make sure he didn't squirm right off his chest. He was happy like this, watching his family together.

"Watari please tell me you have some clue as to what's going on. "Tatsumi whispered, looking back over his shoulder at Tsuzuki. He was worried enough for all of them and Tsuzuki was still worried, no reason to cause anymore alarm to the amethyst eyed man until they had at least an idea of what was going on with Hisoka. There had to be a reasonable explanation to all of this that could be solved or reversed in some way. Surely a shinigami could get sick every once in a while, but for this to happen..

"Tatsumi, I really don't know. From how you describe it and from what I've seen, well I've never seen anything like this before. It's not even documented in any of the records from shinigami's present or past that have come to this part of the judgment beoru. I can't explain it... unless..." Watari rested his head in the fingers of his right hand, his elbow resting on his left arm that wrapped about his chest in thought. He murmured to himself as he thought, answering and turning down his own questions and theories. Tatsumi waited rather patiently until he deemed that Watari had had ample time to answer him with at least an idea of what was going on.

"Unless what?" He whispered harshly.

"Well.. you see.." Watari began to explain all that had happened with Hisoka and Keitaro. He knew Hisoka wouldn't like it but he told Tatsumi about his theories on Keitaro and how he though Hisoka's empathy had traveled down the generation and how he thought that this would effect Hisoka. While he was talking, however, His eyes traveled over Tatsumi's shoulder to the three figures on the other side of the room. Tsuzuki had lay Keitaro on Hisoka's chest and now had his face pressed close in against Hisoka's. While he hadn't stopped talking and explaining to Tatsumi his mind was thinking entirely differently from the words he was speaking. A twang of jealousy stabbed at his heart and twisted his insides. A festering hatred seeped into his mind, speaking to him. He was found asking himself mentally of why it hadn't been him in the place of either of those two. Why couldn't he have the child as his own. What made them so much more worthy of it then him. Thoughts whispered to him of taking the infant from the two and keeping it as his own

'NO!' He mentally berated himself. He mentally shook himself screaming at the evil thoughts that invaded his mind. He rushed through the explanation for Tatsumi stutter almost constantly. Watching the two lovers he could see the shifting in Hisoka's body, the signs that the boy was waking up again. He needed to get out before Hisoka woke up and he found himself doing an unspeakable act again. With a nervousness not known to him, Watari bid Tatsumi a farewell after the brief explanation. The secretary did try to make him stay and begged for a more descriptive explanation but the blonde shinigami insisted he had to leave. Tsuzuki too had lifted his head in curiosity to the mans sudden eagerness to leave. He'd never seen Watari pass up a chance for experimentation..

Only moments after Watari had left, Hisoka moaned and his eyes shuttered. He blinked his eyes open, moaning as the light attacked his eyes. "Where am I...?"

"Hisoka!" Tsuzuki held the boys hand. "Hisoka you're alright!"

"What happened...?" He looked down to the weight on his chest that made it harder to breath and he was normal to. His heart calmed after seeing his son lay across his chest. Though it was best for him, when Tsuzuki lifted him up, Hisoka was compelled to protest.

"You almost bled to death. You're not healing Kurosaki. Something's wrong. And we have an idea of what it could be." Tatsumi's voice was stern, and unemotional. It scared the two of them at how cold his words seemed to be. There was something in his voice that gave an ill omen to the whole situation. He leaned over, asking without words for permission to take Keitaro off Tsuzuki's hands. Tsuzuki was reluctant, but there had to be a reason. Tatsumi had never crossed them before.

Wanting to see, Hisoka pushed himself up to a better position. He could see the way Tatsumi purposely cradled Keitaro in just one arm, unfolding the blanket Tsuzuki had rewrapped him in to expose his naked form save for the diaper that covered him. He had no quarrels with it until he saw Tatsumi pull a small blade from one of his inner pockets. His heart leapt into his throat, a cry caught in his throat as he watched the man cut a vertical slice into the infants food after speaking no more than a "forgive me" to them.

Tsuzuki screamed out the mans name in pleading fright as he watched the slice made into the boys foot, the blade coming back stained and the infant wailing. His heart wrench as he jumped to his feet, snatching the infant from the mans arms and twisting his son away from him. His heart was pounding, his body shaking as he stepped back from the man that made no attempt to advance on them. He passed the boy to Hisoka in the bed, standing between his family and Tatsumi, glaring at the blue eyed secretary with all the courage in him, warning him to stay away.

"He'll be fine." Tatsumi dropped his eyes down. He hated having to do what he'd done but if he'd asked, or tried to explain to them, they wouldn't believe him. "He's probably already healed. Check for yourself." He gestured. "I won't do a thing.."

Hisoka, Tsuzuki leaned over his side, wearily checked the infant's left foot. Not a single mar was left on his pink flesh. Not a spec of blood was left to even tell where the blade had started or left on his flesh. "What's going on..? What have you done..?"

"Kurosaki.. This is why you're not well. Keitaro is, in a sense immortal having been born to two shinigami's, however.. his healing abilities he'd not gotten from Tsuzuki. He got them from you. When You gave birth to him, you gave him a part of you."

"What are you saying Tatsumi?" Tsuzuki demanded.

"You're healing abilities as a shinigami Hisoka, you gave them to your son when he was born. Your body now doesn't have much of it left in you. Basically, your body is almost as vulnerable as a mortals. In a strange way Hisoka, you are now human again.."

2653woeds... too short! sorry.. this ideas been here for so log in my head all alone... yet I could never find time to get it down on paper... everyone seemed a little ooc to me... sorry, trying to get back into the feel of things. I apologize big time to all my fans.. I'm SOOOOOO sorry! forgive me..