There were many stares coming from all the people that Hisoka had crossed from the night before and all the day so far that he'd been traveling. Luckily all of them seemed to be about his appearance, weak, barefoot and dressed in only a pair of night clothes through the whole day as he made his way along the streets. Luckily he'd not crossed anyone that stared at him in shock of the fact he was alive, now being in the place of his birth. It seems that he was completely forgotten by anybody that he'd actually been able to see during his living life, though he had to admit that he had forgotten anybody he'd seen outside his cell as a child, save for Muraki. He was walking along the path of a park. The evening was setting in, the sun was setting and few people remained in the park, though some mothers were still lingering with their children. Every child he saw in their mothers arms stabbed and wrenched at his heart. Fortunately for him though, the mothers rushed away with their boys and girls in tow upon seeing him, telling their pointing children not to look at him .All the better for them to go before it got dark.
He found a large sakura tree with branches thick and tangled as they stretched to the sky. There he found a seat under it's boughs and settled against it's trunk, allowing the rough bark to scratch at his back as it pleaded. Once settled, after having shifted in pain more than once, he opened his mind, his head leaned weakly back against the bark of the tree, hairs being pulled and plucked by the bark and splinters of wood. The sun was setting and he could feel the warmth of it's light dying against his skin as the cool crisp bite of the night air over took the sky. The night seemed blue in tint as the sun died and the moon night took it's place, moon clouded by the black wisps of night. Darkness pulled at the corners of his eyes, drawing his eyes in like a shade. His mind fogged though he try to keep his eyes open it felt as if a brick were tied to each one, pulling it down. With out realizing it he'd slipped into the world of dreamless sleep.
There came a cold breeze that sent tendrils of ice across his skin, then there came a warming on his cheek as a light pressure came to his nerves. His eyes flickered open, pasted together by sleep and heavy with the desire for more. A red night awaited his vision as he opened to a red moon and the white that so magnified it to the point it was blinding him with red.
"Muraki!" He ground out between clenched teeth as he pushed himself up, or rather attempted to push himself up. More strength was in his arms than his legs as he used both in an attempt to push himself away from the bark of the tree but they too gave out when he was only half way up, causing him to fall back against the tree with a short cry that he tried to muffle. He glared up at the man, cursing his own weakness.
"Don't seem so surprised kid, you were the one calling me, or was I mistaken when I heard you calling my name so desperately?" The doctor leaned forward after kneeling to be more at the boys level. He took the young shinigami's cheek into his pale hand made red with the light of the moon.
"What have you done with him! Where is Keitaro!" His arms were so numb and heavy he could not get them to move, could not even get them to lift enough to push away the doctors hand. His whole body felt the same, dead as lead.
"Ah, my new little child, my perfect little doll." The doctor delighted in the glare he received from the young shinigami. "He's beautiful, powerful and will be completely obedient, unlike my previous toys." The mad doctor took a handful of hair from the boy, pulling his head back with it. "He will be perfect"
Tears began to sting at the corners of his eyes. "Where..?" He tried, he definitely tried his hardest, but his voice came out strangled and sobbing.
A growl escaped the mans lips and his head being flung from the mans grip and hitting the back of the tree was his answer. With a signaling of his hand some one came from behind the tree, lifting his limp body up and holding him almost possessively, then a long strand of blonde hair fell over his shoulder. "Wa...tari..." His voice shook with his body as he felt those hands that clutched to him.
"Take him, I want him to see this, to see my rebirth."
He clenched his eyes shut tight. He could feel the white around him as he shifted between worlds, between time and space, bending to Muraki's will. He found himself, after daring to open his eyes, once more in one of Muraki's hidden labs. From the sound of the pipe and just the very feel of the place he could tell it must have been hidden under a building or carved into the earth itself. Then from the in front of him, he could hear a mewling, a soft whimpering cry.
"Keitaro!" Hisoka tried to jolt forward , forgetting that Watari was holding him. "Let go of ME!" He screeched as he began to wriggle and pry at the hands wrapped about him. For the first time he turned to look the man in the face and was met with blank eyes, dead eyes.. "Wa.. what have you done to him...?" He turned limp once more as the blonde haired mans arms. his struggles allowed them to be moved quicker to a corner of the room, where as, sat in the middle up on a high, almost pedestal like counter top was his son, wriggling and squirming as Muraki continued on to him, picking him up when he reached him.
"I've done nothing really. I've only taken what was already in him and brought it to the surface. All his hate, all his jealousy. Did you not see the way he watched you, the way he fawned over you just the same as Tsuzuki. You took him from him, same as you have from me, my dear Tsuzuki san." The doctor seemed to be off in memory as he rocked the fussy baby in his arms, patting his back gently. "He turned his attention to you then, secretly watching you, wanting you. Then you have a child with my dear Tsuzuki san, breaking and shattering any of his hope at keeping you to himself. Now he must settled for what he's got."
The boys shirt was ripped open, buttons popping and flying across the room. A shriek passed his lips before he could stop it. the scientists hand roamed his open chest. One hand wrapped delicately around the base of the boys pale throat while the other worked at his chest. His palm ran over his chest, his fingers were soon to find his nipples, plucking and picking at them regardless of Hisoka's reaction of distress. He worked the small nubs to hardness, flicking, picking and running over them till an involuntary moan escaped his lips. Watari pushed the boy forward, tripping up his feet. The boy landed on his belly, Watari pressed against his back. He could feel a hardness against his lower back that made him want to scream but his eyes fell on Muraki holding his son so naturally in his arms, besides, Watari had apparently stopped.
"Why?.. What do you need my son for... Why!" He pleaded, trying to pull himself out
from under Watari.
"I will make him mine. I know you feel it boy, the little piece of me running through your veins. that night, so long ago, I put myself into you, in many ways. Do you not see the red moon outside boy, feet it running along your skin in liquid fire through your veins? That curse I put you under took your very life from you. I can now do the same to my son. I will merge with him, making him part of me, making him mine, not only will I feed from his power but he will from mine. I shall become immortal, as powerful if not more so than any shinigami. He will become me, the way you feel me in you, he shall feel me in him, he will be me. He's my son, my successor."
"No!" Hisoka gave a strong attack against Watari, but failed. His action only caused the possessed man to take more action, pressing himself down harder against the boy. The doctor chuckled to himself as he turned, walking to the center of the room with the infant. "NO!" Watari was once again roaming his skin, kissing, feeling and exposing as much as he could regardless of if he had to rip, or tear his clothes. "Tsuzuki!" He called softly as he pressed his face to the cold ground.
"Soon my child, soon." Muraki's whispered to the blonde infant as he lay him back on the cushioned pedestal. "We will be one."