Hello everyone and my apologizes for the extremely late update! First of all I would like to give a huge thanks to aRocketGirl. Without her kind and constant words of encouragement this chapter never would have been posted so soon. Then of course I would like to thank my reviewers from chapter two, Anne, Anya and Arioch the fallen angel. Without your kind reviews this chapter never would have been written.
Chapter 3: The Bond of Hatred
"Grr!" Hisoka growled in frustration against his bonds. His arms were locked above his head far apart from each other. He could no longer sense his friends and had been left in this position for hours. Not only was he running out of time but so was Tsuzuki. He had no time to be held captive by some perv; and on top of being a perv he was a known friend of Muraki. Odds were the two had similar tastes and Hisoka was not about to let himself or anyone else for that matter be victimized by that doctor or his associates ever again.
"If you struggle to much you'll only hurt yourself. My clients prefer to inflict injuries on undamaged flesh. Of course you won't be meeting any clients until you've completed your training but, I doubt that will take very long at all. Behave yourself and maybe I'll ask Muraki to be your trainer, Be bad and you'll have to settle for me" Oriya's words replayed themselves over and over in Hisoka's mind. He was locked in a small room and chained to the wall. There was a bed off to the side that he couldn't reach and a small candle lighting the room beyond the bed. The room was scarily similar to the one he had been imprisoned in as a child.
'Why am I always so helpless? Tsuzuki…' Hisoka managed to remember when he first met Tsuzuki and how much he hated him. Then Tsuzuki looked out for him and saved him from Muraki. Time and again Tsuzuki was there for him and now it was time to return the favor. 'What kind of agent of death allows himself to be captured and held against his will?' Hisoka demanded of himself as he again struggled to break free. The tight bonds only rewarded him with deeper wounds to his wrists. Blood heavily trickled from the torn flesh.
"I see you are the naughty type" taunted Oriya as he reentered the room. Hisoka glared at him in response. "That's an awful lot of anger" he cooed as he examined Hisoka's terribly injured wrists.
"I will get out and you will tell me where Tsuzuki is being held" stated Hisoka.
"Of course you will" replied Oriya smoothly. "You'll get out once you're trained and ready to receive clients"
"I don't have time for this!" Hisoka screamed as he again tested his restraints.
"Stop. The only thing you're accomplishing is to further hurt yourself" said Oriya. Hisoka ignored him and continued to deepen his wounds. "I said stop. Stop I say!" ordered Oriya as he slapped Hisoka hard across the face. Hisoka was stunned momentarily by the blow. "Honestly, I'm in no mood for such an undisciplined brat. Perhaps some more time to think about what the good doctor is doing to your precious partner will exhaust you into seeing things my way" and with that he left. The shock from the slap wasn't what caused Hisoka to suddenly become so docile. It was the information he received in that moment of anger.
"I sent them to the wrong place. Muraki's much closer than the next town over" Hisoka muttered to himself. 'Now if only I could get there…' Hisoka looked to the ground in hopes of clearing his thoughts only to see a key. 'It must've fallen out of Oriya's pocket when he struck me' he realized. Quickly Hisoka went into action. He used his feet against each other to removed his shoes and then his teeth to remove his socks. Once in bare feet, he skillfully used his toes to hang onto the key and bring it towards his mouth. From there it seemed to take forever but Hisoka managed to free his wrists. In his anger Oriya had forgotten to lock the door and Hisoka slipped out. He cautiously moved upstairs and tried to drown out the sounds he heard coming from other rooms. After ducking around a few corners he made it to the dining portion of the brothel. Then it was as easy as walking out the front door.
"Hm….Everything's going exactly as planned" mused Oriya from the shadows as he watched Hisoka make his escape. "He won't like the damage done to his wrists but I don't like him sometimes either"
"What do we do about Hisoka?" asked Gushoshin. After the vanishing of Oriya and Hisoka, Tatsumi and Gushoshin searched the restaurant/brothel from top to bottom only to find the entire place empty.
"He obviously anticipated our coming here and had planned on getting away with Kurosaki from the start. Now, we can't do anything about Kurosaki but we do have a lead on Tsuzuki. You go back and update headquarters while I check out the lead on Tsuzuki" stated Tatsumi.
"Right" replied Gushoshin as he headed back to the ministry.
"Ah the bonds of hatred. They bind us all, well us descendants of darkness that is. The brat hates me whilst I hate Saki and then Saki hates everyone and you Mr. Tsuzuki only hate yourself. Oh the lovely headache that complex could give someone. I would imagine the brat will be here soon, then we can really get started. Two brothers who share the bond of hate along with two partners who share compassion. Who will triumph I wonder. We will also see who is the better doctor won't we Saki?" Muraki said excitedly to both the bound Tsuzuki and the floating head of Saki.
'Hisoka? What does he want Hisoka for? And why would Hisoka come here willingly? He hates Muraki but he knows he can't defeat him and isn't so much of a dumb kid to come here blindly for me' Tsuzuki thought to himself. "Muraki! What does Hisoka have to do with anything? Haven't you tormented him enough!"
"Oh, so the drugs are finally wearing off. Soon, Mr. Tsuzuki everything will make sense but until then I want it to be a surprise. After all I've been planning this for so long it would be a huge disappointment to spoil it all by revealing everything now"
"MURAKI!"
"Ha Ha Ha, yes feel the frustration Mr. Tsuzuki! Everything is just so perfect I'm starting to think nothing could spoil it!" Muraki laughed.