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.
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Midnight.
"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.
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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.