Chapter Three: Organ Trap:

His house looked damaged everywhere-- dirty clothes all over the floor, everything was with either broken or tossed around, and remnants of food stuck to the wall. Tsuzuki covered his nose at the stench.

"What� is all of this?" he asked. Tatsumi looked around in disbelief.

"How has Kurosaki lived like this?" he asked.

"Is this even the right place?" Watari asked.

"Yes," Tatsumi said. The men walked further into the living room. The smell of alcohol grew stronger. Tsuzuki had to take a step backwards.

"What is this?" he asked. "Hisoka doesn't drink!" Watari happened to look over on the floor near the kitchen.

"I don't think he was alone," he said. The other two looked up.

"Huh?" Tatsumi asked. Watari didn't speak as he held up a pair of lacy black panties. Tsuzuki and Tatsumi's jaws dropped.

"What the�?" Tsuzuki said. Watari nodded with his lips pressed together.



"Boy, that was stupid," a child's voice said. Hisoka looked up to see Kohaku sitting over him. The shinigami frowned.

"Oh, it's you," he said. Kohaku turned to him.

"Aw," the child said. "You don't seem happy to see me."

"I'm not," Hisoka hissed.

"That's not nice," Kohaku said, pouting. Its toy looked away.

"Oh come on," the child said. "Smile." Hisoka glared at the kitsune in human form.

"What do you want?" he asked. "I thought you died along with your master."

"Well, I didn't," Kohaku said. "And here I am."

"But why?" Hisoka asked. Kohaku giggled. The kitsune leaned in close and kissed the shinigami on the lips. Hisoka pushed the child off.

"Will you stop that?!" he barked. Kohaku looked up, smirking.

"Aw," it said. "Don't be like that!" Hisoka snorted.

"Why me?" he mumbled. Kohaku peered at him.

"I'm sorry?" the child asked. Hisoka glanced up at the child.

"Why are you in my head?" he asked. "Go away."

"Can't," Kohaku replied.

"And why not?" the shinigami asked. The kitsune smirked.

"You know why," it said.

"No�" he said. Kohaku leaned in close to his face.

"Of course you do," it said. "Remember?" Kohaku forced another kiss on Hisoka's lips. The shinigami tried to push him off, but the kitsune held his arms in place. The taste made Hisoka want to vomit. Get off! Get off! Kohaku finally pulled away, grinning.

"Mmm," the child said. "You taste good." Hisoka shuddered.

"Don't touch me!" he barked. The kitsune pouted.

"Why must you be so bitter?" the kitsune asked. "I only want to show you my love." Hisoka frowned.

"That's not love," he hissed. The kitsune tilted its head.

"No?" it asked.

"No!" Hisoka barked. Kohaku blinked.

"Then, what is love?" the kitsune asked.

"Well, it's not that!" Hisoka yelped. Kohaku smirked.

"Oh, so 'love' is what you and Tsuzuki share?" the child asked.

"No!" Hisoka cut in. "Love makes you feel good."

"And Tsuzuki doesn't make you feel good?" Kohaku pressed. The shinigami lowered his head. The kitsune patted him on the shoulder.

"You poor soul," it whispered. Hisoka lifted his head to see Kohaku leaning in for another kiss.


The shinigami awoke in his darkened kitchen. Jessie sat next to him, looking down.

"Welcome back," she said. "See why I told you to do a half line?" Hisoka didn't speak. Jessie leaned in close.

"So, I will help you build a tolerance," she whispered. Hisoka stared at her with big eyes.