Guess whos baaack .. sorry for the delay guys, had been lazy, dot my ideas in the head, but no inspiration wo write . . . such a dumbass, ok anyways here it is, Ive determined to write mone from now on . .. yeah, thats what they al say, You say and that might be just true, but its trying that counts, right, Right, oh please tell me it does!

Ok enough with walowing in my misery, here ya go folks.

The laziest ever

Morality

A silver-haired person wandered the dim streets, the dusk was setting, but it wasn't dark enough for the lanterns to be lit. An accidental passerby would have thought that the cloaked figure was an elderly person, a senior traveller from the west. His dark duster flapping faintly as he went, his every second step being accompanied by a metallic "click"or the stick. However his motions said he was a young person, since he moved swiftly, with somewhat feline stealth and a stick was needed only to complete the style, nothing more. His head was bent the way that the brim of his hat concealed his eyes. Pale lips were shut, but a faint scowl on them hinted he was irate. He entered a hostel and settled by a table, obviously waiting for somebody.

A young, almost teenage man accompanied him. His features were young, but the look in his cold, green eyes stated the opposite. He gave his companion a welcoming, even warm smile. However his eyes stayed unbearably cruel and calculating. The other stranger removed his hat and responded the same way, his silver iris gleaming maliciously, but his features staying unreadable. The younger man begun.

-"It's such a pleasure to meet you, sweet brother." The pale man smirked in return.

-"I can't say I share these warm feelings of yours." The brown-haired man giggled lightly.

-"My, you hurt me, aren't you happy seeing me alive and in good health?Or you were so used to seeing my head, you forgot the rest of the body?" He teased.

-"You misunderstood me, sibling, I'm envious, seeing the Hell must have spat you back out." Came an even answer. The other man could practically taste the irony dripping from it.

-"Ah, yes, but the time hasn't spared you, has it? It is even fascinating, how our roles changed, I'm alive, you're half dead."

-"Nothing I'd regret."

-"Oh but you do." Muraki arched an eyebrow, snorting lightly.

-"Rubbish. I'm certain you know you're wasting my time, indulge me, I have plenty of it." He regarded his half-brother coolly, emotions threatening to overwhelm him. Saki sighed, in false sadness, matching brothers composure.

-"Always speaking in symbols. That's what I loved about you, and I still do, sadly not everyone is apt to understand them." Muraki yawned lightly, by that saying Saki's taunts didn't work on him.

-"I don't recall having trouble with that. Tell me if it is going to be long, I might as well order." He gestured to a waiter. Pretending not to notice a glare his half-brother cast him. It had always been this way with them. But unlike their previous encounters, now they were evenly matched.

-"You've grown since we last met." Saki smirked.

-"You wouldn't say." Muraki stirred his coffe lazily.

-"You probably wonder why I invited you here."

-"Oh, so a warm family reunion wasn't a reason then?" Murakis brows arched in fake amazement as he sipped the char.

-"Don't pretend to be stupid." Saki's tone had dropped to a low murmur."You promised me a body."

-"I promised you nothing, you survived only by my virtue."

-"Too true, how utterly foolish of you it was, still I saw a body and I want it."

-"Insatiable, aren't you? What would you do with it?"

-"This is not your concern, but you'll help me find him." Muraki started laughing at him, fits of chuckles shaking his body. He stilled soon, laugh also being just a mask, a way to humiliate the other.

-"What made you think I would help you?" Saki looked at him, his control over his brother had vanished, but maybe it wasn't too late to restore it.

-"Because, you've always obeyed me, even after my so-called death, you were the one who found the body for me and I'm determined to get it." Muraki eyed him curiously.

-"Well, I wish you luck then. You've wasted enough of my time." Muraki stood up, taking his coat, hat and stick.

-"We'll meet again, brother." He practically spat, empathizing the word.

-"You've grown dry, I was more entertained watching your head float in the tank." Muraki added, brushing a strand of hair out of his brothers angry face and left his miraculously reappeared sibling. He examined hair he'd caught between fingers. The DNA from it would be a starting material. None of his actions were pointless, and he'd have to inform the superiors, and Tsuzuki, no, scratch that, he has enough to worry about already. Still, he recognized himself in that man. He scowled, Just like me, this has advantages, and one major disadvantage. He'll do anything to get what he wants.

It was an end of a tiring week forTsuzuki, he felt so bad, he even started doubting his sanity. There had been no sign of Muraki since their last encounter in his room and he started thinking, he'd dreamt it all. The matters were going the way they were, however Ukyou and Hisoka proved to be the major support for him during these times. The unhappy week was going to an end, there was a party thrown in town on the occasion of springtime solstice. Ukyou insisted he and Hisokad come.

-"There's a party in nearby town, and you're coming with me."She announced.

-"But we still have our duties." Hisoka objected. They'd gotten a pretty nasty task, for Hisoka talking back this time.

-"All settled." The woman winked at him. Tsuzuki and Hisoka gaped at her. "Put your party faces on, we're going to have some fun tonight. Meet you downstairs in half an hour."

-"I can't believe she has a five year old son." Hisoka shook his head.

-"I like her, she's not like most of women her age you know." Hisoka agreed and they both went to get ready, they felt they deserved some good rest.

Half an hour later.

Ukyou greeted them downstairs dressed youthfully, but it suited her. Torn jeans and a short-sleeved shirt accompanied by cowboy boots, not too fancy, but effective. Tsuzuki sported simple breeches and a hugging, black and white striped fighter shirt, the look was completed by black sneakers and jacket. Hisoka sported a khaki shirt and blue jeans. They were set.

Ukyou lead them as if she knew the town like the back of her palm and most probably she did. She commented on one place or other. "Oh, see that inn? Many people had died there, nobody knew why, until they found out the innkeeper was a serial killer. They hung him." " Ooh, this is the best place in the town if you like books – the library." "Don't ever go into this pub, it's a brothel, not officially so." "Ah, and we're here, this place was a blast at least a year ago, I know it looks rather shabby, but it's a true pearl, trust me."

The pub was nice inside, it was called "Cuba" and had different styles blended in it, including the flag of the country, black and white TV that showed salsa all day long, a retro refrigerator, mismatched lustres hung from the ceiling, cigarillo and cigar boxes that adorned the walls and mismatched wallpaper. Tsuzuki glanced right and left, there was just too much to comprehend at a go. They took a seat in a moderate distance from the dance floor, which proved to be quite small.

-"What would you like, it's my treat." Hisoka and Tsuzuki looked at each other.

-"Ukyou sama, you don't have to . ."

-"He'll take juice!" Tsuzuki cut his partner short, Hisoka glared at him. The older woman only laughed at them both.

-"Good and what will you have yourself?" Tsuzuki pondered for a while, he shouldn't get drunk although he wanted to.

-"Cola n rum." The waiter took their orders and left.

-"Thanks for taking us out, Ukyou sama!"

-"Hey, no prob, I'm leaving tomorrow, so I wanted to spend some time with you both." Hisoka and Tsuzuki looked at her in disbelief, she was the only person in that liked them and they liked her, and now she was about to depart.

-"So sorry, guys, but my son is arriving from the camp the day after tomorrow, he'd be worried sick if I'm not there to meet him. Oh, besides, wanna see him?" She pulled a photo out of her wallet. They saw a little boy, beaming in the picture, showing off an empty space in the row of pearly white milk teeth and holding his first fallen-out baby tooth. He had his mother's dark hair and eyes, that accented his fair, pale features. Something in them seemed a bit familiar, it was the shape of the head, eyes, lips and nose, they must be his father's.

-"He's so cute, what's his name?"

-"Artemis. Truth to be told, he looks much like his father did, although he has inherited my hair and eye color."

-"What happened to his father?"

-"He died or was killed, I'm not certain. He wasn't a family man, I only wanted a child from him, still, he left everything to my little boy, for that I'm grateful."

-"I see, that must be sad." Tsuzuki nodded sadly, it was hard growing up without a father.

-"My opinions vary, he was a sick bastard, but he was a caring person non the less, and a friend. Ok I see you've become grim again. Sorry for the boring talk, oh look, our drinks have arrived. Let's stay till midnight, when the true fun begins." Silence lingered as they drank, each caught in their own thought.

(Tsuzuki) Those features looked familiar, pale skin, almond-shaped eyes . . .

(Hisoka) Damn, I know Muraki is somewhere in that house, the clues were obvious, too obvious, as if someone wanted to tell us he's there. But why?

(Ukyou)I hope I haven't babbled out too much, let's see, I have to visit Kazutaka before I depart. God only knows when I'll see him again.

They passed their time by smalltalk and waited until there were more people in the Bar, the DJ came and the music started. Tsuzuki was asked out immediately, he looked shyly at Ukyou and Hisoka. The woman only nodded for him to go, however Hisoka burned holes with his glare in the back of the man who'd asked Tsuzuki to dance.

-"You look left out, sweetheart." Ukyou stated. Hisoka stepped out of his daze.

-"No, no it's ok."

-"Come, it's fun." Ukyou literally dragged the teenager on the dance floor and started moving.

-"I can't dance." The woman leaned to his ear and whispered.

-"You're not in the ballroom, simply do it like you feel is proper for you." Hisoka slowly felt emotions flooding him, his shields being lowered by fatigue. In an hour Hisoka had a nice headache and wanted nothing else but to get out of the damn place. Tsuzuki was happy, actually he'd heard more compliments than ever in his life, and he was blushing up to his ears. Ukyou, like she said, had good time. They went home, seeing how unhappy Hisoka looked. The night streets now being illuminated by a golden glow of lanterns. They passed one suspicious place Ukyou had pointed out to them earlier that evening. Several semi drunk men were smoking outside. Seeing the trio come their way they whistled and wooed at them. Ukyou spat out something like "Honey my arse!". She was in a particularly foul mood because of those punks. Now they were followed by a group of the aforesaid scoundrels.

-"Guys, we should cut and run, I don't like this." Ukyou stated glancing over the shoulder, she chose the most crowded streets, but they couldn't wander forever. Hisoka started feeling even worse.

-"I swear my juice was spiked." Hisoka groaned. Ukyou and Tsuzuki now supported him on each of their shoulders, sooner or later they would have to abandon the well-lit streets to walk the lonely path to the mansion. They stopped, because Hisoka threw up and they waited until he finished, their pursuers were nowhere in sight. Tsuzuki sighed relieved.

-"Hisoka, are you Ok?" The teenager now shook lightly and was very pale, he retched again and they smelt a tinge of bitter almonds in the air. Ukyou frowned.

-"This is not good. We should get him home as soon as possible." As if on cue several men blocked their path.

-"Well, well, what do we have here. Which one will be first, ladies, don't worry, each will have a turn with you." Hisoka groaned, Tsuzuki swung him over his shoulder and Ukyou growled, she turned to the purple eyed guardian slowly and whispered.

-"On a count of three, we'll make a run for it, don't separate, got it? One, two, three!" They raced up the street they've come from, desperately looking for a shelter. After some 20 minutes of running, they stopped in a quiet street, Tsuzuki being breathless, Hisoka being unconscious and Ukyou – angry. Suddenly they heard a whistle in the alley and voices of their pursuers. Dammit it was a dead end.

-"Any bright ideas?"

-"We'll fight."

-"Not bright, but That's what we're left with."

Note, such bar "Cuba"actually exists and is in my town, cool place, I go there to meet friends. Ok sooo major questions, will they get raped, or fight their way through or will a mysterious stranger save them? Your bets!

Muraki - I hope someone saves them, Ukyou has to look after my son, I dont want her beaten up. And theres Tsuzuki whos virginity I want to take.

Morality - ((Oo))

Muraki - Oops. I babbled. (evil smirk)

Morality - XX (knocked out cold, too much information)