Tsuzuki whistled a tune to himself as he strolled down the hallway. He was hoping Watari had finished most of the paperwork on his own, he even walked slower in hopes that if he took longer, it would actually be that much less paper work he'd have to do. Putting the key into the lock he found it odd that the door, with the slightest movement, just pushed open. Usually Hisoka keeps it tightly shut and locked, especially as of late. It must have been a bit of paranoia due to everything that's happened but he didn't mind. However, even if Watari was there, he still didn't think Hisoka would just leave the door open like this. He took a cautionary step inside. It was dark; all the lights were turned out. Hisoka didn't like the dark. His heart began to race a bit faster. "Hisoka..?" There came no answer form the darkness save for an odor that he found so familiar. Far too familiar. "Hisoka!" He called with more urgency, flipping the light switch on he wall beside him.

With the light of the bulb there came an illumination of a red trail painted thickly on the floor out ahead of him. The smell of copper wafted up from the carpeted floor. Tsuzuki gasped, his hand covering his mouth as his stomach reeled, trying desperately to release it's contents against Tsuzuki's mental will. Then it all came rushing back to his mind. "Hisoka!" His feet flew across the blood stained carpet faster than he's ever gone before, taking him without conscious thought, along the trail and back to the very bedroom he shared with his beloved Hisoka. Along the way there were tables knocked over and glass scatter among the splashes of blood. With each once of blood that he saw his heart clenched tighter and tighter. "Hisoka!" The door was flung open before he got there, the pale light from the moon outside shone threw the blinds in thin lines along the floor, illuminating the body sprawled out across the floor, face down next to a stained basinet An empty basinet.

Tsuzuki fell to his knees at Hisoka's side. Turning the boy over he coated himself in the blood still dripping from the boys numerous wounds. There were several scattered across his body that were visible through his well-torn clothes. His body was almost stripped completely as if some pervert had tried taking advantage of him. His heart sank again to imagine if that had happened to the boy again but it would appear that it hadn't due to the lack of evidence of such activities. Still, his eyes were closed, his body limp and still bleeding. There were shallow wounds all over but the two adorning his wrist scared him the most. He hadn't even begun to heal and it didn't seem the attack was all that recent, if he didn't do something soon, the boy would bleed to death. "Hang on Hisoka! Please, Hisoka! Hold on!"

"Tsuzuki?" The man startled. He turned back when he felt the secretarys hand on his shoulder. He'd been lost in the recap of the scene that had replayed it self in his mind since he got Hisoka to the infirmary. He still had the boys hand clasped tightly in his own. In the back of his mind he could hear the beep and mechanical noise of the machine that they'd almost never used. Here, with everyone being immortal, it seemed rare and highly unlikely that they would need life saving equipment like this. What had made it worse was that Watari had apparently disappeared as well; leaving some guy that Tsuzuki had never seen before to tend to Hisoka's medical needs. The boy had, thus far, not woken from his state of unconsciousness, nor shown any sign that he would tell what was going on around him, though Tsuzuki spoke to him softly everyone in a while, often without realizing it. "Are you alright?"

"Have you found Keitaro?" Was all that he could mange to speak with a raspy, strained voice from hours of not talking. After searching the entire house, the baby had not shown up nor had they found a clue to where he could have be taken too. He didn't want to say anything else, he didn't want to know anything else until his son was found and Hisoka had come too.

"No." Was all the man said for a long while. He kept his hand reassuringly on Tsuzuki's shoulder but the man paid it no heed as he turned back to Hisoka. He had so many wires and tubes all hooked up to him, IVs and heart monitors. He looked so much frailer than Tsuzuki had ever seen him, so young and pale. Tsuzuki could feel as the man sat in the chair by his side, watching the boy just as intently as he himself had. "We've yet to find Watari as well. He's seems to have just disappeared. Nothing seems to have been wrong in his apartment so it doesn't seem that he was abducted from his own place if that's in fact what has happened to him. Don't worry Tsuzuki, if he was taken, I know he wouldn't let anything happen to Keitaro."

It was then that there came a tightening in his chest. Tsuzuki could feel something strange working in the pit of his stomach and wrenching at his heart. He knew that feeling, it was when he knew something was wrong but had a tough time in determining it. Then it came back to him. Just a day or so ago, when Hisoka had ran to Tatsumi. He'd had that fight with Hisoka. He'd upset the boy, not really ever finding out how or why. He reviewed the conversation in his head,

'Well then why don't we just get you checked out by Watari?'

'NO!'

He'd not wanted to see Watari then. Come to think of it, he'd been acting funny earlier today as well. He remembered now Hisoka watching the blonde haired man closely through the duration of the meeting. After it's been announced that Watari was going to be his new temporary partner, the boy did seem a bit more on edge than he'd thought normal. He'd thought that he was jealous, cautious beyond reason in worry that someone would take him from him. He should have seen it by the way Hisoka looked with anger at him, the way he'd grabbed him, and now that he could understand it, the fear he's seen when Watari looked back at him. But now

"Unless it was him who took him." Tsuzuki looked up from where he'd been holding Hisoka's hand to his face with a numb expression, his hear clenched painfully tight.

"Tsuzuki?" The secretary asked.

"Hisoka had not wanted to see him when I asked him to get checked out. I thought he might have been sick or fatigued after Keitaro's birth but he flipped out, that's where the whole fight from the other day had begun. Today, he went over to him after he found out that he was my partner. He's been avoiding him. Something's wrong with Watari! And Hisoka knew it." He turned back to the boy lying so fragile on the bed. "So Watari tried to take him out. And I wasn't there." Tears blurred and burned his vision as he stared at the boy. "I stayed out longer than I should have to get outta work and I wasn't there when he needed me because of that. I wasn't there when he needed me and now Keitaro's gone and Hisoka's" A sob escaped him. "God what have I done" He fell into the spare mattress at Hisoka's side, sobbing into the white sheets.

"You haven't done anything wrong, Tsuzuki! There was no way you would have known."

"I didn't come home, I left him there." Tatsumi looked from Hisoka on the bed to Tsuzuki, who was currently weeping on the white sheets, staining them with his tears. As he watched the scene a sensation he rarely allowed himself to truly give into was taking over. His hand slipped from off the mans shoulder and balled into a fist at his side. "Get a hold of yourself Tsuzuki! Weeping like a child is certainly not going to help Hisoka or Keitaro right now, nor is self pity! Get it together man! For your family." The man had started with a booming, angered voice, but had ended the last part with a softer tone, trying to comfort the man after giving him a swift shove in the right direction. "If Watari is somehow involved in all this, then we will find him, but that can't happen until you get up and start helping me look."

Tsuzuki looked up to the secretary then back to his life partner. The steady beeping of the heart monitor filled the back of his mind. His tears had stopped and he wiped away what remained of them from his face with the back of his sleeve and sniffled back any attempts that they made to come back. Squeezing the boys hand once more, leaning down to kiss his hand Tsuzuki Made a quiet vow to himself and the boy. "I'll get him back Hisoka. I'll get him back." Fallowed by Tatsumi, he left the room, allowing the man to flick the light off, leaving the door slightly ajar, allowing the light from the hall to fall across the eternal youths face.

The light from the hall was golden, yellowing anything they touched in the darkened room but the orbs of emerald green that had flicked to awareness.

, hey, only two days later. To admit it, I wasn't that happy with the last one, but I'm kind of happy with this one. Hopefully I haven't lost too many people on this. And the whole situation with Watari WILL be explained... it's all part of the master plan! Yes! The master plan! Mwahahahaha. ( Watari fans don't kill me until you see the end... then hopefully you won't want to kill me.