Alternate Universe

Response to reviewers:

mistressKC - wanteddeadoralive: Yeah the idea of the haunted violin is pretty cool.

Southpark: There will be more!

Liliath: I did hate some of these parts too. I wish it happened a bit differently though.

RuByMoOn17: Yes, Tsuzuki is the surpirse guest!

Chapter 8

He begged.

He pleaded.

And he argued.

Finally, after much words being traded, Hijiri was able to go back to school. The shinigami stated that he needed to stay in this –Meifu – place. He didn't like being cooped up. It was boring.

So they let him go. He went to school like normal, some people avoided him but not as much as at the start. He walked to school alone. Mysterious things began to happen.

First was when this metal object almost crushed him while passing the construction site.

Second was in Gym when the basketball board intended to fall on him.

And third is when this car spiraled out of control trying to over run him.

Thus the shinigamis took action.

X-

Hijiri shuddered. He had urges. The violin, he couldn't stop thinking. He was itching to play. But they wouldn't let him near it. There had been three attempts on his life. At least Muraki saved him from them. He was at home with Hisoka who was making dinner while Muraki fetched Kazusa from the orphanage.

Watari was around too. He really was freaked out by the scientist but gave it no more thought. From what he heard he was just plain crazy. He sighed just working on the homework assigned to him. No use boring himself to death.

X-

Hisoka grumbled curses under his breath. He really hated the afterlife. His murderer practically ORDERED him to feed the house. But he gave the doctor a good glare at the housewife comment. Right now he was making sushi, tempura, and miso soup. He seriously needed a break.

X-

Muraki came back with Kazusa who was sleeping at the moment. He placed her on the couch with a blanket covering her. He immediately went to check on the others. As he walked into the kitchen he carried a camera. He had a feeling he was going to need pictures later on. He knew what kind of demon they were dealing with. He was going to need a bit of 'outside' help.

He strides into the kitchen, shielding himself of any emotion and thought that would give away what he was going to do. He saw Hisoka still cooking. Good, he wasn't too late, now to commence his plan into action.

"Bouya are you almost finished?" Muraki asked.

"Yeah, almost done," came the nonchalant reply. He saw that Hisoka was about to turn around carrying the platter when…

Snap!

Hisoka cringed from the light that flashed in his eyes. He almost toppled the dish he made. He growled in annoyance. He looked towards the doctor with an angry scowl.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Hisoka asked, peeved.

Snap!

"Hey, stop that!" Hisoka yelled. Muraki put the camera away into one of his coat pockets along with the two snap shots. "What are you going to do with those?" Hisoka asked cautiously since he didn't know what the doctor was using them for. Muraki was very good in shielding himself.

"Can't you tell bouya?" Muraki responded amused. He chuckled at the annoyed and angered look that flittered through those beautiful green eyes. "They are just souvenirs for this mission. No one but me would see those pictures." He assured Hisoka. He didn't buy it one bit but went with it. He picked up the platter he was carrying earlier when he was being taken snaps of, and carried it to the dining table.

Dinner was ready before the big finale.

X-

Hijiri stood on the stage. The lights were focused on him. There was no audience save for the shinigami and Kazusa. Watari held her in his arms as they watched Hijiri's private performance. Hisoka and Muraki were next to them awaiting the demon. They saw Hijiri hold his violin and as he placed his bow on the strings…the melody began to sound. It filled the room with extravagant sound.

As they predicted the shadows began to take form. There, from behind Hijiri, posed the Brigadier General of Makai, Saagatanas.

Before the demon could land a hand on Hijiri a shield surrounded him. Muraki took this opportunity to attack, blasting the demon back. It gave Hisoka and Watari a chance to take away Hijiri to safety while Muraki took care of the demon.

Soon enough the show was taken outside. Muraki alternated from shielding and attacking. While the demon just attacked and dodged. So far neither side seemed to slow. The others were on the ground watching the display. A shield protected them.

Back at the battlefield Muraki figured the demon to be one tricky bastard. He could barely land anything to harm it. Caught off guard, the demon latched onto his shoulder with his teeth. He hissed in pain. This is only a one chance that he ever did this. He growled in annoyance and created a pentagram. He summoned a monster that literally tore the demon to shreds from him. He knew of the demon's capabilities. He kept his wound open to weed out the parasite. He really didn't want to be possessed. It bugged him. He liked doing the possessing. Of course, that's a completely different matter.

Muraki landed right in front of the group. He didn't look the least bit exhausted. Watari sighed in relief.

"Well now that's over. Let me take a look," he said and literally ripped open Muraki's shirt. Hijiri and Hisoka's eyes bugged out and they covered Kazusa's eyes. She was too young for that. "That's good. There's no mark on you," Watari said concluding his sight seeing. Muraki quickly buttoned up his shirt before the twins pulled their hands away from Kazusa's eyes.

"Don't worry, that demon's parasite is dead. I killed it. Hijiri, why don't you stay with Kurosaki-kun for the rest of the week? Just to play it safe."

X-

Hijiri sighed at the plain place. He was back in Chijou after much coaxing from his arguments. He convinced the Shinigamis to let him handle it. He'd take care of it and he'd be able to fight it but then again they didn't do anything except let him go and he was forced to stay with his doppelganger. The doctor insisted on it.

But he compromised with them. He'd get to go out whenever he wanted. He was going to miss school for a little bit. He didn't mind much. After much contemplating, he followed Hisoka to his room. He didn't know how could someone live so plain. It was said that they really didn't get paid well. Though he didn't have to show it.

He thought of the plain white walls, white tiled floors, the shelves lined with books, the simple couch, with the single coffee table, and a couple of small indoor tree plants in the corner. Everything was so pristine. It was like a cell, though it was very clean. He wondered how could Hisoka live like this.

While he thought a lot he didn't notice Hisoka stopping. So he ran into him and stumbling back.

"Ack, sorry Hisoka," Hijiri apologized.

"It's fine. Here's your room," Hisoka stated frankly. He didn't waste time for small talk. Hijiri noticed.

"Thanks."

Hisoka nodded in acknowledgment before turning to walk into his own room. Hijiri sighed and thought, 'One week, how long am I going to survive this?'

He dropped on the bed and looked towards the ceiling. He then turned on his side and closed his eyes for a moment. Many thoughts ran through his head. If the devil were out to kill him what would happen? What if Hisoka couldn't protect him? And as his last thought, he wondered how did Hisoka die?

He couldn't very well ask the shinigami that. He was sure that he'd be hit or something. He had noticed the intensity between him and his partner.

Well whatever it is he was just curious and it's just none of his business. Shrugging those thoughts off, he closed his eyes and slept.

X-

He was here again, this dream. It started when he had his cornea transplant.

It always started out the same. The blood, the carnage…

It was just too much. He could hear the screams. He fell to his knees covering his hands over his ears tightly and shutting his eyes. He couldn't take it; he didn't want to see anymore. But he couldn't help but watch as someone kept killing them. He couldn't' tell who the people were it was just that the person had to murder someone. He could feel the overbearing urge of that darkness. It couldn't be helped.

"This is your future," a deep voice broke through the barrier of his dreams. He whipped around trying to find the source of the voice. But it seemed to ignore him and talked again. "Look ahead."

He looked ahead. This time the killer turned around and he gasped in surprise.

The killer was he.

"No that isn't true," he said in disbelief.

"No? Don't deny it. It's how you'll turn out. If you don't end the problem now, it will occur," the deep voice contradicted. "End it, you have to end it now."

"No, no, no, no, no…"

X-

"GYAH!"

Hisoka bolted out of sleep. He sat up breathing harshly as he fought to calm his racing heart. Sweat trailed from his face. He ran his hand through his hair making them unstuck from his face. He had just woken up from a nightmare. But he knew it wasn't his. He just picked it up.

It was horrible. He couldn't get the gory images out of his head. He also felt like the victim as he felt their emotions. It was of fear and pain as the killer drove his knife down to kill them. Sadly enough, he was there too. But he was seeing through the eyes of someone else, someone who was watching from the sidelines.

When the killer turned, he saw himself. But not himself, it was someone else who had the same features as he did. He gasped in surprise.

Hijiri.

Quickly, he got up and rushed out of his room to the guest bedroom. He busted in and looked around to find Hijiri about to jump out the window. Since the doppelganger's back was to him he didn't notice the evil smirk flittered on his face.

"Hijiri!" Hisoka called out and rushed over to grab him from behind and pulled him away from the window.

Big mistake.

The second he came in contact with the brunette he immediately pulled back as the dark emotions seeped into him. Hisoka tried to gain control of himself, but the brunette kept getting closer. He stepped back closer to the wall.

"Stop it, stay where you are." Hisoka stated as he tried to get his vision back to normal. Things were a bit blurry at the moment.

"I got you were I want you shinigami," Hijiri stated. But was interlaced with some other voice he heard before.

Saagatanas.

"No, you're supposed to be gone," Hisoka, stated as he leaned against the wall for support.

"Your partner has been looking for me as we speak," he stepped closer, "Did you know why he told you to take Minase with you?"

Hisoka thought about it for a moment but he couldn't come up with anything. He was sure the possessed Hijiri would tell him. It was too late when he realized that the other was in front of him. He was too weak to fight back. The dark emptiness that seemed to stretch on was overwhelming him sending his empathy into overdrive. He could feel the hot breath along his cheek. It was an all too familiar setting, but he couldn't fight it off. He tried to push the other away despite his weak appearance.

"Because he was afraid that I would appear again. But he made a grave mistake…" he whispered to him, "He left you alone with me," he finished before catching the fainted shinigami.

"You poor sacrificial lamb."

X-

Muraki quickly entered the dimly lit office room. He was here on official business. He felt the bargaining materials in his coat pocket to make sure they were there before he continued with his plan. He approached the man who seemed to be sleeping on the chair behind the desk. When his footsteps sounded violet irises revealed themselves from the closed eyelids. A smirk was on the brown haired man's face.

"Well, Muraki what brings this unexpected visit?"

TBC-----------------

BLK Angel of Destruction: Well what does everyone think? Like the twist? Okay…anyways the next chapter is under construction. There's going to be more parts to this than original thought. Thanks for your reviews!

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