Chapter Twenty-Two: Alice is Falling:

The trail they were following led them nowhere. Everyone had seen the couple at one point. Tsuzuki, Tatsumi, and Watari always found themselves one step behind. Tsuzuki couldn't hold back his worry anymore.

"Why can't we find them?" he asked. Tatsumi rested his hand on Tsuzuki's shoulder. His former partner looked up with big eyes. Tatsumi gave him a reassuring smile.

"We'll find him," he said. "I promise." It may not have been entirely true, but Tsuzuki needed to hear something like that right now.

"Right, right," he said, nodding.

"You guys!" they heard Watari shout. Tatsumi and Tsuzuki looked up to see him hurrying over with a piece of paper in his hand.

"What did the receptionist say?" Tatsumi asked. Watari took a moment to catch his breath.

"They were here three nights ago," he said.

"Did he say where they went after that?" Tsuzuki asked. Watari shook his head.

"Though, it seems Bon left us this letter," he said. Tatsumi and Tsuzuki rushed over for a look. The contents left them more puzzled than before.

"What is this?" Tsuzuki asked. The three had to read the letter over another time.

Dear Guys,

Jessie and I went to her mother. Don't follow us.

The problem was some of the Kanji were missing in the letter.

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They were at a house party this time. Hisoka stood, dazed in front of a wide, wall-length mirror. He seemed to be looking through himself. His green eyes looked so hollow and soulless. He gently touched his cheek. An empty smile spread on his face. His mind already went elsewhere with the booze, pills, and white powder. The pounding music didn't even faze him.

Jessie came up behind her lover and rested her arms on his shoulders. She nibbled on his ear, as and he giggled. Hisoka turned and kissed her on the lips. She pulled him away and led him further into the house. The shinigami let her lead again just like he did the past few nights. He would even probably follow her straight down to Hell right now.

Their surroundings made sense for such a place. The dim, red light from the floor lamps gave the atmosphere a whore-house feel was a miracle the neighbors hadn't called the police on them yet. Hisoka nuzzled Jessie's neck. She lightly shoved him off. The overwhelming smell of pot didn't even faze them.

Jessie gave the shinigami another kiss on the lips. She tasted different tonight. He couldn't exactly put his finger on it, but something inside of him awoke to tonight's deviant party. Jessie led him into the living room. The red lights reflected off of Jessie's long blonde hair.

They passed a woman dancing on the coffee table, surrounded by candles. Some of the drunken men watched as she fingered herself to heavy music. The only thing that covered her was the black spiked collar around her neck. Even the red lights moved hypnotically to her naked form.

If only Hisoka's family could see him now. Despite the fear and loathing of him as a child, this would make it worse on the Kurosaki name. They wouldn't want their only heir acting like a drunken commoner and partying with a slutty demon. It felt like a rebellion against the family that had forsaken him. Jessie gave him another kiss and led the Shinigami down the hall.

The sexual energy in the house could be likened to a deadly virus. The couple passed two girls in a '69 on the stained carpet. The speed pushed them to consume each other so deep in their desire. Hisoka's mind vanished with the moans heard all around as it made a strange music to him. Jessie paused and kissed him on the lips. Hisoka happily accepted her tongue in his mouth. His hands squeezed Jessie's breasts. The horny demon shivered and moaned into the kiss as his hands slid down to her hips. He tugged on her black jean shorts. The shinigami pinned her against the wall as he unzipped them. Jessie slid off her shorts and kicked them aside. They broke off the kiss and continued their walk down the hall.

The flashing electric lights from the TV drew the couple deeper into the next room. Hisoka took in the louder moans. His eyes always returned back to the black thong Jessie had on tonight. The heat spread through his body from a contact high.

Suddenly, Jessie let go of his hand. Hisoka's face looked so empty as she walked away further into the den. His eyes glanced at a pink-haired girl giving a man head on a couch. Hisoka's attention turned back to the crowd in heat and noticed that his lover had disappeared. Soon, he caught the eyes of another girl. The shinigami watched as her naked form swayed towards him. Her dainty fingertips caressed along his arm and bare chest. Hisoka walked away and disappeared into the crowd.

He found Jessie waiting near the big window. She rose to her feet and gave him another kiss. Her hands went for his jeans and boxers. Hisoka sat down on the window sill as she disrobed him. The shinigami sank back into empty pleasure as Jessie sank down on her knees and took him into her mouth. He closed his eyes and let it all blend in around him. Each suck Jessie gave him dragged him further into the pit of depravity. Hisoka only wanted to the escape the endless growing pain.