EH: Hello again! Here's chapter three! Thanks to my beta Rin and everybody's who has reviewed!
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-Chapter Three: Meetings-

Umarekawareru anata yo hitori hohoemanaide hitomi o irodoru
nozonda sekai ga totsuzen hai ni natte mo kiseki ni mada meguriaeru
To the reincarnation of you I say, color your eyes without smiling alone.
Even if the world you've longed for has suddenly burned to ash,in some miracle we could still brush into each other.
-Gravitation: Sleepless Beauty-

--Tsuzuki's POV--

"It's way to early for this." I mutter grumpily as I step out of the cab.

Hisoka, Ayasia, and Yuki follow.

"Baka. It's almost Eleven AM, it's not to early for doing work!" Hisoka yells at me, although I think he is smiling slightly under that glare of his. I chuckle to myself, his glare deepens. Ano, maybe not.

"Hm...according to this map." Ayasia says, getting my attention. "The beach where the body was found should be just over that hill." She points towards a grassy hill, on the other side of the road.

I sigh, "Ok then...!"

"Let's just get this over with." Hisoka mutters, as he proceeds across the road. Might I add the very deserted road, the cab driver looked at us like we were insane when Ayasia told him where to go.

Yeah...we're in the middle of nowhere, investigating a murder scene, and I'm hungry! I whine softly, but apparently it goes unnoticed by my comrades.

"Do all of your murders' leave their bodies in such rural areas?" Yuki asks Ayasia as she looks around.

Ayasia chuckles, "Not normally, why?"

"It's just that I used to work the London division back in England and it just seems odd for me to have to investigate a crime scene in the middle of nowhere."

Ayasia nods, smiling. "Ah. A city girl, ne?"

Yuki blushes deeply.

"OI! Hurry up!" Hisoka yells, from across the road.

Both Yuki and Ayasia turn towards him.

"Ah. Aye, Kurosaki!" Yuki yells, running across the road to join him. Hisoka glances at me and Ayasia, then motions for Yuki to follow him. They begin to head over the hill.

I move to follow when Ayasia grabs my arm; I turn to look at her.

" Nani, Aya-chan?"

Her eyebrow twitches before she takes my hand, we cross the road. After we get to the bottom of the hill, she lets go of my hand. We both slowly begin to walk up the hill towards the beach. As we walk my mind begins to wander back to the events of the week, Hisoka's dream and Enma's Pro--

"Tsuzuki-sama?"

Ayasia asks softly, I stop and turn. She apparently stopped walking a few paces behind me. She looks troubled about something; I notice that she is also fidgeting with her necklace. Now, I've know Ayasia for almost as long as I've been a Shinigami and I've never seen her fidget, she's always calm and retrained, just like Hisoka. An image of the blonde haired boy pops into my head, I smile softly.

"Hai?"

Ayasia lets go of her necklace and steps up so that she is level with me.

"Have you thought about it?"

I stare at her, "Thought about what?"

She snaps her head up, staring me in the eye. "The Prophecy!"

I blink, a smile forming on my lips. "Oh. Well yeah...a little I guess."

"A little?"

I nod.

"Your lying."

Ayasia mutters before she continues walking, I follow her.

"Nanda! What do you mean 'I'm lying'!"

She stops; turning around towards me, the sunlight casting an eerie glow on her long scarlet hair. "Since I met up with you yesterday all you have thought about was Hisoka-sama and the prophecy. Now the former out weighs the latter but still..." By now Ayasia is pacing in front of me, rubbing her temples.

I chuckle softly, "I forgot you're a telepath. Gomen."

Ayasia stops pacing and glares at me, "I thought that since your partner was a empath maybe your metal shields would have gotten better."

My chuckle grows into a laugh, "Um...Hai."

She sighs deeply, turning back towards the ocean, which is now visible due to the fact that we are at the top of the hill. I stand beside her, staring down at Hisoka and Yuki who are walking towards the shore line. I gasp slightly as sunlight captures Hisoka's blonde hair.

Kawaii!

Ayasia inhales sharply.

I blink, blushing softly. "Gomen." I mutter, giving her a soft smile.

She sighs again. "Since you've been thinking about it so much, care to share your ideas?"

I shake my head, turning back towards the beach. "It's not that I've come to any conclusions...it's just that my mind won't let me stop thinking about it. I don't really understand it myself, do you?"

As I speak Ayasia's gaze softens, almost as if she's frowning at me.

"Aya-chan?"

The scarlet haired girl blinks, "Huh?"

I chuckle, "You kind of zoned out for a moment."

"Oh." She mutters softly.

We both turn towards the beach to find Yuki motioning for us to come down. Hisoka is standing a little ways ahead of her, just above the tide line.

I blink at the two before Ayasia grabs my hand and practically drags me down the hill.

"Aya-chan? Nanda!"

She doesn't slow down nor does she even seem to hear me. As we reach the bottom she starts muttering I only catch one word, 'Hisoka'.

My eyes widen slightly, as I break away from her grip, running towards my boyfriend.

--Hisoka's POV--

Yuki is talking to me but I'm mostly ignoring her. I'm thinking about back to yesterday afternoon when I passed out. This morning I figured out that sometime between when we left the restaurant and when I passed out, Ayasia found us.

She probably was the one who was talking to Tsuzuki...after all I haven't heard Yuki refer to him with the -sama honorific yet.

We reach the beach, both of us begin to head towards the shore line, that was where the body was found after all.

After a minute or so of walking, Yuki grabs my arm. I turn towards her, an annoyed expression on my face.

"Nani?"

She glances at the ocean then back at me.

"You don't feel that?"

I blink as her, shaking my head.

Yuki's expression darkens slightly.

I sigh, taking a step away from her.

Yuki's worry comes through my mental shields.

"I'm going to cast out my senses to see if I can find anything."

The blonde haired girl takes a step back.

"Ok."

I close my eyes and slowly let down my mental shields, casting out my senses.

At first all I feel is darkness, nothingness, and then slowly spots of feelings begin to invade my senses.

Anger and Hate.

Sorrow.

Happiness.

As the emotions begin to wash over me, chillingly beautiful music begins to reach my ears.

I feel my eyes open; they focus on the figure clad in white standing just at the edge of the water. The scenery between the two of us is very blurry. I'm fairly sure he's the one singing.

As if by their own will my legs begin to carry me towards the man in white. Faintly I register that Yuki is calling my name, as I stop behind the man. He's still softly singing as he stares off into the vast ocean. The man has long silver hair which is blowing in the wind, casting a shadow on the ground. Tsuzuki's voice begins to resound through my head, the figure begins to fade. I reach out to grab him, my arm goes through him. The man turns around, facing me, his hair blocking out most of his facial features. My jade eyes meet his light blue ones; I sense that he is smiling.

"Don't worry. We'll meet soon enough Yu-kun."

A voice says, so softly it's almost like a whisper in the wind. Before I can reply, the man fades away. I feel Tsuzuki grab my right arm, as my knees buckle under me. My vision fades and I fall back into the brunette's embrace.

-Tsuzuki's POV-

As Hisoka falls backwards I catch him, keeling down on the ground.

"Hisoka?"
I ask softly, Ayasia and Yuki both kneel down on the other side of me.

After a moment Hisoka's eyes blink open, his jade orbs are clouded over. I call his name again, this time he opens his eyes wide. He stares up at me, a almost scared expression gracing his features.

"Tsuzuki?"

I let out a sigh, "Hisoka, Your really beginning to worry me with all this fainting." I say with a small smile as the blonde sits up. He glances at the two girls before looking down at his hands.

"What happened Kurosaki?"

Yuki asks after several long moments of silence.

Hisoka jumps at the sound of somebody addressing him.

"I...uh...I guess I picked up on the spiritual residue of the murder."

I perk my head up at this, "Really? Did you get anything important?"

He shakes his head slowly, "Not really. But I think that the killer may have blue eyes."

"What do you mean not really!" Ayasia yells, jumping to her feet, startling the rest of us. "That's defiantly something!"

Hisoka blushes softly, "Yeah...but I'm not sure if that's even true."

"So! It's still a lead!"

I roll my eyes, "Hai Aya-chan." I say, giving her a wide smile as I stand up. "Now, who's hungry?"

"I'm a little hungry." Yuki says as she stands, helping Hisoka up.

Ayasia and Hisoka both nod, though the latter's more subtle then the former's. I take Hisoka's hand in my own as the four of us head back to the highway to call a cab to come and pick us up and take us back into town.

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--Normal POV--

After the four ate lunch, the group headed back to the hotel to rest. Hisoka fell asleep almost the moment he touched the bed. Yuki sat down on her bed with her laptop, muttering something about a code. Ayasia grabbed a book that she had brought with her and started reading. Tsuzuki laid down on the bed next to Hisoka, saying that he was going to take a nap. Well after an hour of not being able to sleep Tsuzuki decided that he would go for a walk.

"Are you sure? I didn't think that you would want to leave Hisoka-kun."

Ayasia says as she puts her book down, watching the brunette shinigami pull on his black coat.

Tsuzuki glances at the sleeping form of the before mentioned blonde, "Yeah well, there's not much I can do while he's sleeping."

The scarlet haired girl stares at him for a moment, "If anything happens I'll call you." she mutters, turning back to her book. Tsuzuki nods before walking out of the hotel room.

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--Ayasia's POV--

Tsuzuki-sama's been gone for a good part of an hour,

Hisoka-kun's sleeping soundly, and Yuki is stilltyping on that damned laptop. I place my book down and look up at the before mentioned female who is sitting a little ways away on the bed. A devious smile spreads across my lips.

"Oi. Yuki-san?"

"Hmm?" the blonde answers, not taking her eyes away from the screen.

"Do you mind if I turn on the TV?"

"Hm...sure."

A few minutes later, I'm flipping through TV channels.

"Yuki-san?"

"Hmm?"

"Is it okay if I step out for a moment?"

"Yeah." Yuki mutters still not talking her eyes off the screen nor do her fingers stop moving.

Another few minutes later.

"Ani?"

"Hmm?"

I move so that my lips are right behind her ear," Is it ok if I strip and run around naked?"

"Yeah. Sure...Whatev--"

Yuki pauses in her typing as her eyes grow wide. She jumps from the bed, blushing furiously.

I laugh despite the slight glare I'm receiving from the blonde.

"That wasn't funny." She states, still blushing.

My laughing dies down as I look at her with a soft smile. "I was just playing around."

"Still. You shouldn't do that to other people, its mean." The blonde girl says, crossing her arms over her chest.

I chuckle, "They may call me an angel but that doesn't mean that I have to act like one." I say as I place a cherry sucker in my mouth, giving Yuki my best innocent smile.

After another minute of her glaring at me a smile breaks out upon her lips. She sits back down at her computer and continues typing, albeit slower than before, I also notice and that smile doesn't leave her face.

As I suck on my sucker, I glance over her shoulder.

"What are you doing anyway?"

I ask as I reach my foot over, pressing the remote, turning the TV off.

Yuki stops typing momentarily as she glances at me.

"I'll tell you if you give me one of those suckers."

I can't help but smile, "Sure." I say as I hand her a sucker from the bag beside the bed.

She takes it and puts it in her mouth.

"I'm taking the information that Kurosaki got about the eye color and running it through a database--"

Yuki continues talking, I listen though I really don't understand what she's saying; I'm just enjoying listening to her talk. I sad smile graces my lips.

She reminds me so much of you Ryou.

--Normal POV, Two days prior--

Rain.

It's raining heavily upon the deserted streets of Kyoto. Outside of one of the oldest buildings in the ancient capital stands a tall man dressed in white. He is carrying no umbrella, thus his silver hair is wet. His suit is soaked through, but he doesn't seem to notice. His one visible eye, silver in color, is staring at the building in front of him. The building in question, Kokakuro, to the general public is a restaurant. But, actually it is a brothel for people of high political status and such. As the rain starts to fall heavier the male makes his way over to a large bush. He pushes some of the branches aside, revealing a stone pathway. A long moment passes before the figure starts walking down the path. The braches fall back into place, hiding the path from any passer buyers.

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The owner of Kokakuro, Mibu Oriya, is sitting on the wooden deck in the back garden. His long dark brown hair is falling around his elaborated decorated black yukata. Oriya's dark brown eyes are staring blankly off into the rain. The movement of a branch on the right side of the garden catches his gaze. After a moment the tall figure in white emerges, their eyes meet. A silence passes over the garden, with the exception of the falling rain. The silver haired man walks closer, stopping in front of Oriya.

"M...Muraki?"

Oriya asks, standing, eyes never leaving the intruder. A small smile passes over the silver haired mans lips.

"It's been awhile, hasn't it Oriya?"

A sharp intake of breath from the dark haired man, is quickly followed by him lunging, pulling Muraki into a hug. A soft sigh escapes the silver haired mans' lips before he returns the hug. The rain begins to fall heavier, neither of the men move. Oriya buries his face into Muraki's shoulder, as the taller rests his chin on top of the others' head.

"Oriya-sama?"

A soft female voice comes from the porch. The two men break apart, Oriya turning around facing the female. His hand is clasped in Muraki's own.

"Hai, Kura-san?"

A light blush passes over Kura's cheeks as she shifts her feet.

"Um...dinner is ready. Demo...I didn't realize that Muraki-sensei would be dining with us."

Muraki and Oriya glance at each other, before turning back towards Kura.

"Yeah..." Oriya mutters, walking back onto the porch, hand still clasped in Muraki's. "It was kind of sudden. We need to change so will you please tell the cook that Muraki is here and to prepare something?"

Kura nods, "Hai, Oriya-sama." She turns to Muraki, bowing slightly. The silver haired man nods, a smile gracing his pale lips. Kura's blush deepens as she heads back inside towards the kitchen.

Both men are silent for a few moments, before Oriya begins to head inside. "Your room is just like it was before you left. Everything should still be there." He pauses as his hand slips out of Muraki's pale one. Oriya stops in the doorway, turning his head to the side. "You really should change out of those wet clothes." The dark haired man mutters as he shuts the wooden door behind him.

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Muraki slides a wooden door open, revealing an organized bedroom. As he steps though into the room door closing behind him, he looks around. His silver gaze travels over the stacks of files, boxes of test tubes and other assorted lab equipment. His still made bed, later he would find out that the sheets were fresh; was in perfect order as was the rest of the room. Muraki's gaze settles on a taped box, sitting in the farthest corner of the room. He makes his way over to it, taking off his soaked suit jacket. Muraki bends down, draws a knife from his pocket, opening the box. As he peels back to flaps his good eye narrows slightly at the 'occult artifacts'. There were candles, books, assorted salts and such. Moving some of the books aside, he stares at the small bags of dark hair and numerous pictures. Muraki pulls out one of the faded photos.

Damn Kazutaka-sama. You weren't kidding when you said he had a obsession, were you?

A soft smile passes over the silver haired mans' pale lips. "No, I wasn't. He did have an obsession." he mutters, placing the picture back into the box and closing it back up. Muraki lets out a small sigh as he wanders over to the closet, pulling out a white yukata.

-End Chapter three-