Aww..i guess the long updates took its toll since people aren't already interested in this fic. But i would like to thank Eternity's Heir and Sueona for the continuing support! Thanks guys! Here's the one you've been waiting for: Hisoka's turn to play the game lol

Please don't be confused with the flashbacks. Just take note that the next scene till 2nd to the last part of just recalled memories. In case you're still lost, i made ruler marks per flashbacks. It looks weird since some memories are reaaalllyy short and with the ruler popping in but at least it was helpful...

Chapter 5: Memories of that Pale Blonde

The silent house stood grand against the hollow breeze. No one was home, each busy with their own misery. A loose footstool creaked.

Hisoka froze.

Quiet murmur of the wind responded. Hisoka relaxed his guard and resume visibility. Strolling the deserted hallway, he gazed at the pictures within the frames on the antique wooden table. Smiling faces, young and old...except one photo.

Here, a pale blonde girl stared back at him, beaconing him. Hisoka felt a sudden coldness and places it back down. He walked further to the end of the corridor and stopped at a large picture frame on the wall. The same girl stared back at him, but accompanied with another girl with the same features. Twins? Which one are we looking for? The pair seemed to be from another time. Old souls staring back at him, taunting him with questions.

A shadow flitted behind him and he turned to faced it. He peered through the room where it went.

"Rosaline?" he called out. A flutter of skirts and lace vanished to the adjoining room. "Wait!" Hisoka dashed to catch up with the mysterious wanderer. He turned the door knob and saw the balcony door open, pale white curtains dancing with the breeze.

Hisoka stepped out and saw the overview of the city. Did she jump? But the height from the garden is about 10 feet high! Then he saw her, wide pale green piercing his own, pale blonde hair wild and tousled. Hisoka slowly climbed down his way, never taking his eyes off the girl.

The girl watched him moved closer, assuring her of no harm. When they were only two feet apart, he knelt down in front of her and told her that everything is going to be alright.

Hisoka's hand was about to touch her shoulder, when she cried out, "You're not him!" and ran toward the gate. Hisoka caught up and grabbed her arm. She screamed and Hisoka felt a force pulling him down in agony.

He was in another time. Same place yet different all the same. He was in the girl's body four years ago. He was peeking quietly at the half-closed door where the girl's sister lay on the bed as the doctor gently injected the golden liquid on her arm. He bit his lips as he heard his sister whimpered. He turned and ran out towards the garden, away from the painful scene.
Forward through time. He found himself in a white room and realized that he was in a clinic. He shivered. The same doctor was busy inspecting something on the microscope. He approached him apprehensively. "Um..."

"What can I do for you?" the doctor asked, still intent on his work.

"Is my sister going to be alright?" Hisoka heard himself say.

The doctor pulled back and looked at him with a worried face. Hisoka reeled at the familiar face – Muraki! But his body moved forward to his welcoming arms, unable to control himself, trapped within the girl's body and her memories, and sat on his lap. Muraki softy patted his head, stroking his pale blonde curls. Hisoka cringed at his touch. I have to get out of here!

"My dear, have you been eavesdropping again?" Muraki gently scolded him.

Hisoka lowered his head, his voice a childish whine. "I...I'm just worried about her. It's been two months now and I haven't talked or played with her. Can't I see her? It's so lonely at home. She's always asleep or on check-ups. Doctor..." Hisoka looked up to Muraki's concerned face. "I'm scared."

Muraki soothed him, rubbing his back softly. "I'm trying my best here."

"Can't you cure her?" Hisoka pleaded.

Muraki looked away. "You already know that answer."

"Is there anything I can do? I could give her my blood, like the one I saw in T.V. The little boy gave his sister his and she was all better."

Muraki looked at him with sad eyes. Hisoka felt his emotions mixed up with the girl's and felt a tug at the heart. His eyes brimmed with tears at the intertwining aches.

"It's not easy as that but thank you for your generous offer."

Hisoka sobbed and laid his head on his chest. Muraki held him tight, kissing his head, comforting him.

Such a different Muraki. Soft...caring. His warm embrace: a comfort for the turmoil of the world. I wished he could stay there forever. Why didn't I met Muraki at this time? Why later? He couldn't imagine the same person – the same Muraki obsessed with immortality, murdering countless people for that mission, would be as gentle as this person here in his arms.

He heard his own weeping gradually mellowed down. He quietly cuddled on Muraki's embrace.

"There is a way."

Hisoka stared at him, hope rising.

"It's not an easy procedure, dangerous even. Something I just recently discovered so it's risky. But if you are willing..." Muraki didn't finish.

Hisoka stood up and grabbed his hand. "Anything."

Muraki looked at his determined patient. "You have to understand the risk you will take. You could lose your life with this operation. I'll give you time to think about it and to ask your guardian's permission."

"No. I made up my mind." Adult-like "All my life, I've seen her sick and weak. She never had the time to play with me or anybody else. Always taking those awful medicine. Martha would never understand." He looked at Muraki squarely in the eye. "I want to see her smile again."

Muraki smiled and nodded. "Then give me time to prepare."

"Ready?"

Hisoka hesitated but resolved himself to go over this...but quickly. He had never been so scared in his entire life. He watched Muraki injected the same golden liquid to his veins and felt queasy. It took few more seconds before he felt faint.

Rosaline!

The cold wind howled outside the dark house. Hisoka stared at the dreary scene on the window, pressing his face against the photo. Tears slowly pour down his pale face. A sob escaped and caught Muraki's ears. He turned to look at Hisoka's shivering back. He slowly stood beside him and placed his hand on her shoulder.

Rubbing his back, he murmured soothingly, "There there, be patient for a little while longer. He will come and your dearest sister will be all better." Muraki gently wiped his tears away. He watched Hisoka's quiet sobbing gradually turned to slow and clam breathing. Giving a squeeze on him shoulder, he murmured to himself.

"Soon...and everything will be over..."

"You're not him!"

Hisoka was shocked out from the flashback. The girl pushed him on the ground and dashed out. Hisoka stared at the fleeting back. Dizzy spells suddenly fell on him. Shit! What's happening to me? I need to find help! I must find Tsuzuki! He gathered his remaining strength and proceed to find his way out.

Mwahaha it isn't hard to picture Hisoka as a little girl on Muraki's lap. With soft curls and frilly dress. Noticed how similar Hisoka's and the girl description looked like? I made that in purpose. (smiles) Oh you Hisoka fans would hate me, but he looked so adorable! (hugs) Notice that one part is also found in the prequel chap only its Hisoka now

Yup, Hisoka is getting too much attached to the girl's emotion during the flashback though he wasn't able to control it since he was in her body. Hmm...i wonder if it was intentionally. Lol Has Hisoka finally soften his heart to Muraki? Reviews!

Hmm...the flashback is months before Muraki met Hisoka or Tsuzuki so it might explain why he wasn't the mad doctor I fell in love with. Stil,l he's cute for a gentle Muraki. After all, my Amethyst fic was all about him being soft.

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