"Human..." His body turned numb and cold. He couldn't feel the fine convulsions that racked his body. The full impact of those words, human, being human again, had taken too full an impact. He couldn't remember how many times he'd wished he was mortal again, to feel and e as he was when he was alive. How many times had he wished to be alive again and to be able to grow up, even just a little bit more so he could catch up to Tsuzuki just a little bit. Now that he was hearing it, that he was like a mortal all over again.. He didn't want it. He'd spent too much time as a shinigami, he'd gotten too use to the feeling now. He was too frail and weak in his mortal life, and now, under all the new situations he'd be thrown into, there's no way a human body would be able to survive what he needed to survive.
"Tatsumi, are you sure about this? What do you mean he's sick..?" Tsuzuki softened his glare at the man to a determined stare and his voice lowered in it's tone as well. He still however, stood firm between him and his family. He'd still hurt his son for reasons that were still unknown to him.
"Tsuzuki, he's been sick for a while now. I don't know if you've noticed. There's still a scar where Watari pulled Keitaro out. From what we gather, he's still dead, he's still a shinigami in that he won't die and won't age, but now..." He looked to Hisoka. The boys face was so pale, so empty that it scared him. "Basically..., his body is... It can hold up better than a mortals, but nothing near what a shinigami should be able to face..."
"How do you know this, what proof do you have?" Tsuzuki's face became stern again. He didn't believe it, he didn't want to believe it. Hisoka had been sick before, maybe he was just sick again. He needed proof of all this. Why would his powers suddenly transfer?
Tatsumi had easily picked up the tone in Tsuzuki's voice, the accusation and the disbelief. He could hardly blame Tsuzuki, however he did not feel much in the mood to be questioned in the accusing manner that Tsuzuki was providing. "The proof is written on his body Tsuzuki!" He yelled, pointing to Hisoka still gaping on the bed. "Check him yourself if you want, you saw the wound on his palm, there's a scar on his stomach from the operation! I saw it for myself just this evening when Kurosaki came running over!" He returned the mans stern eyes with just as much stubbornness.
"It's real... isn't it?" Hisoka asked meekly from the bed, drawing the attention from both men. "Everything that's happened..." He pulled Keitaro closer into his chest, as if he was protecting the infant from being snatched from him by some unseen force. "He told me... and I didn't want to believe it, but I knew then that something was wrong. I knew it..."
"Hisoka, what's going on? What the hell are you talking about? WHO told you WHAT?"
Hisoka looked straight up into Tsuzuki's eyes. He looked like a cornered, wounded animal. His eye were glistening with fear. He reminded Tsuzuki of a child facing their parent after doing something wrong. It was then that the thought came rushing back into his mind at just how young Hisoka really was. He forgets sometimes, with Hisoka's attitude and his constant, superior and mature act that Hisoka was really still just a kid and sometimes, he just needed to be one.
"Keitaro's an empath just like me... There's a certain bond that we share with out birth mother...I.. I.. that's why..." His breathing began to become heavy, panting as his tears began. Tsuzuki tried to hush him and tried to make him calm by running his hands over hair but he wouldn't let him do it. He wouldn't stop this time, no more lies. "I had one with my mother, that's why she feared me so much.. I could read her thoughts... her mind, so much easier.. clearer.. than anyone else's... As... an e-empath" Here he began to hiccup between his stuttering sentences. " There's a certain... bond.. between you and the one you'd... come from. I... f-feel Keitaro and he feels... me..." He looked franticly from one man to the other, waiting for one or both of them to yell or hit him for lying the whole time, keeping secrets again and making trouble, but their faces were completely stunned. "Parts of me.. travel to him.. that must be how..." He stopped. He couldn't bring himself to keep going anymore. He wanted to, he wanted to spill his guts out and make the lies go away.. but he couldn't. He stared straight into Tsuzuki's eyes, his head tilted up from where he was bent over, tears gathering and stinging his eyes anew as they leaked gingerly down his pale cheeks. "Forgive me..." passed his quivering lips as he watched Tsuzuki.
Tsuzuki stared for long moments, watching the salty tears leak down his cheeks leaving trails of wetness in their wake. Watching his shaky, pink lips form those words was too much. He lunged forward, his arms tight around the boys neck in a fierce hug. He wanted to press his entire body to Hisoka's but Keitaro kept him at a safe distance so as not to squish him. "Forgive you? For what? For being born the way you were? For giving birth to our son? What do you want to be forgiven for Hisoka? I don't see it!" He put his hand to the back of the blonde head, cradling every part of the boy in his arms as he held his crying form closer and closer to him. When Tsuzuki had gotten just a little bit too close to his mother for Keitaro's liking he let the man know by kicking and punching out at his father with angered cry. Both men, though they'd been crying, could feel the baby moving angrily to the point that it reminded the older man of the babes mother. The two tried to hide it but eventually began to laugh as he became more and more angry. Their chuckles confused the man that still watched them, concerned.

Tatsumi stared in concern. He was worried the two had lost their mind. He watched them closely for a while, waiting to see if one would snap. He didn't get why they could laugh when they were both just crying so hard. He could still see tears in Kurosaki's eyes as he stared at Tsuzuki!

Hisoka pulled away, his chest was heavy with heavy breaths of laughter and tears combined. He was sure to meet the amethyst eyes of his partner, staring deeply into them for reassurance of some kind. Tsuzuki stared right back at him, not sure of how else to proceed. He didn't know how to tell Hisoka that it would be alright, that he'd be safe with him and that everything would be fine. So he held him. He held him as tight as he could and didn't let go. That's all he could do.

I know it's short but.. I wanted to post it and it's just kindda a fluffy… (fluffy.. well my fluff anyway… I'm angst here people….) chapter.