Laying on the floor, in the middle of their bedroom, Hisoka wondered.
What just happened? Tonight, the man he loved not only bit him, sucked his blood, but suddenly vanished. When they were touching, he felt a very fiercesome energy of unknown origin, emanating from Tsuzuki. He remember it was the same energy he felt when Tsuzuki told him for the first time, that he was not human…"Tsuzuki, where are you..." Hisoka murmured to himself.
The room was very quiet. Sometimes, extreme silence could be scary.
Hisoka waited until sunrise. late morning. early afternoon. evening. Then he realized, Tsuzuki would not come back.
He got up and changed his clothes. He threw the ones that were stained with blood into the hamper. He left home when it was about 11 p.m. He knew that there were people were waiting for him at the serial rape scene: the rapist, Koroji, and maybe also, Tsuzuki.
"Hisoka, I will protect you and love you forever." It was Tsuzuki's promise to Hisoka when they committed.
"Tsuzuki, where are you..." Hisoka murmured again.
"Tsuzuki, keep your promise!" Hisoka commanded out loud, as if Tsuzuki could hear him.
"Tsuzuki, protect me tonight..." Hisoka said it, to reassure himself that he would maybe see his love again very soon.
" OR I WOULD NEVER FORGIVE YOU!" Hisoka screamed as he eyed the bloody clothing in the hamper and touched the wound in his neck. The injury did not hurt anymore, but his heart ached deeply. "Tsuzuki..." he called one last time before he left the empty house.
If the only way to be with Tsuzuki, were to be bitten and sucked dry of blood, then Hisoka would want to live that over and over again.
Near midnight, at the rape scene…
Koroji gave Hisoka a blonde hair wig, which Hisoka used to cover his own hair. Wearing a female blouse with his usual tight jeans, he could easily be mistaken as a boyish-looking young woman. He walked back and forth on the streets, tapping and trying to make as much noise as he could with the uncomfortable high heels. Behind him, Koroji was hiding in the bushes and watching for anything suspicious.
Midnight came.
The cold breeze of wind gust continued blowing Hisoka's blonde hair. It was dark, quiet, and chilly. He crossed his arms, trying to keep himself warm, yet secretly wishing Tsuzuki could be there with him to keep him warm and safe and protected and ...
smack
Someone behind hit him hard on the head. He heard no noise, felt little pain, and immediately, lost consciousness. When he came to, and opened his eyes, he knew.
He knew he was at the mercy of the serial rapist.
His neck, waist, and four limbs were cuffed with iron chains. Hisoka could not move at all.
"Koroji, it's really you. My feelings were right."
"But you still fell in my trap." Koroji said with a proud but cold voice.
Had he not been "fighting" with Tsuzuki lately, Hisoka would not have lost his train of thoughts and forgotten the strange feelings he had about Koroji when he first set eyes on him…
Approching Hisoka, Koroji whispered in his ears, "You are such a beautiful boy. It's a waste you chose an old man. You deserve a young hot sexy lust-driven body… like mine."
His words drove a cold thrill down his victim's spine. Hisoka trembled when Koroji touched his chin with a cold thumb.
"Don't worry. I am not aggressive like Muraki. I am very, very, very gentle. I can take you right to Heaven tonight." Koroji assured the boy.