I finally have the time to update this fic! I hope its okay this time.. apparently, this fic has been sucking non – stop… please read and review, ne?

Hisoka's wounds have been healing well and soon, he was able to walk around and do everything on his own. Tsuzuki was starting to think if he should ask Hisoka to go home or something, because well… his parents might be worried. He watched as Hisoka cooked lunch. He was reluctant to let him do so, after all, the boy was a guest. Hisoka had mentioned once that he always did the cooking where he stayed, and because of that, he couldn't help but cook as soon as he was better. The eager look on the boy's face immediately encouraged Tsuzuki to let him cook, but Tsuzuki would have to watch his every move. Just in case.

Lunch was finally served after about 10 minutes. Hisoka's such a good cook! I should let him cook ALL my meals! He then looked up from his delicious food to look at Hisoka. He was surprised to see that Hisoka hadn't cooked anything for himself. Instead, he was staring at the tablecloth, looking rather sad. Did I do something wrong? Tsuzuki thought. All I did was enjoy the food he made for me…

"uh… Hisoka?" he started. This got the boy's attention and Hisoka looked up quickly at him, smiling like nothing bothered him. "What wrong, Hisoka?" Tsuzuki continued.

"Nothings wrong…" Hisoka answered. "Why? Am I bothering you or something? Is the food bad! I'll- I"ll make something else!"

"Huh!" Tsuzuki was slightly shocked at the reply. "No no no! Everything's fine! This is the best food I've ever tasted!" he then took a few huge bites to prove his point. "See?" he asked with his mouth full. Hisoka smiled at the sight and relaxed considerably. "That's good then," the teen replied. He watched Tsuzuki eat for a while before he started to look around at things that he was always in a hurry to see. His eyes traveled from the edge of the shelf to what was sitting on it. He came across a small geisha figurine, a bottle of coloured sand that formed pictures and patterns and a few collectible sweet wrappers (huh?). But the thing that interested him the most was a medium-sized picture of a very happy Tsuzuki being hugged by an equally happy woman. She looks really pretty… is she Tsuzuki's girlfriend? Hisoka wondered.

Once again, Tsuzuki noticed Hisoka staring off into the distance. But this time, he was staring at the photo he loved so much. The one that was taken a few years back on his birthday. "That's my sister," he said aloud, as though answering Hisoka's question. Hisoka snapped out of his daze. "Your… sister?" he asked, considerably happier. Tsuzuki nodded, but he didn't look so happy. "Tsuzuki…? What's wrong?" Hisoka asked, worried about Tsuzuki's sudden change of mood.

"uh… no," Tsuzuki started "It's just that… I miss her."

"Tsuzuki… is she…"

"Huh? No no no… she's not dead or anything."

"That's a relief…"

Tsuzuki smiled. "Yeah" I hope it stays that way…

"So where is she now?"

Hisoka regretted asking the question as soon as he asked it. Tsuzuki was getting angry. "um, f-forget it, Tsuzuki," Hisoka started. "Just… pretend I didn't ask the question… I'm sorry… I must have made you angry… I-I've troubled you too much… I'll just… leave then." With that, Hisoka got up, bowed, and slowly made his way to the front door. Really slowly.

In the meantime, Tsuzuki was wondering how Ruka was doing. Are they mistreating her? Why do I have to wait for one week! Who knows what could happen in a week? –sigh- should I tell Hisoka about this? I just met the kid… wait… where's Hisoka! Tsuzuki sat upright and started looking around for Hisoka. His panic increased dramatically when he saw no sign of the teen.

Then he suddenly remembered that Hisoka distinctly mentioned something about leaving. He quickly jumped out of his seat and ran to the front door. No! he can't leave! He's not well enough! Shoot! Why did I have to be like that in front of him!

Hisoka was still wondering what he would do should he step foot outside Tsuzuki's home. About a second later, Tsuzuki came running into him. He felt a strong pair of arms wrap around his slim frame from behind. As soon as he figured out what was happening, he blushed, and listened as Tsuzuki spoke to him.

"Don't go, Hisoka… Don't leave me… please…," Tsuzuki closes his eyes and spoke softly. "Please… I don't want you to go. Stay with me, please, Hisoka…"

Hisoka felt confused. No one has ever asked him not to leave them. Everyone he knew would pay him to get out of their lives, well… except that man… and yet, here it is. Someone so kind enough to take him into their home, take care of him and beg him to stay. Hisoka could have cried.

"I'll stay, Tsuzuki…," Hisoka whispered and turned around to hug Tsuzuki. The older man only hugged him tighter and smiled. "I won't leave you until you tell me to," Hisoka continued. "I only want to make you happy. Besides, I don't have anywhere else to go…"

"You can stay here as long as you like, Hisoka," Tsuzuki answered. "and… I'll tell you everything that's going on. I trust you enough."

Argh…. Finally done… I really have no time to update… don't worry, I'll try my best! Thanks for reading and please review!