A Crimson Road [Takashi/Hisoka]

[Kago]

Evening, something Takashi preferred over the early morning. Though, he got up regardless. As much as he would like to sleep in, he had to get up when he had to get up. Business waited for no man, or woman. He was no exception. But now, after a long day of work, he found himself preparing to leave his office. After looking over a few things. The good thing was, he could always have Manawa look over things again. He always seemed to like to stay in late, if he didn't leave with him. That was just fine with him. It seemed tonight he would be dinning alone.

All Takashi had to do before leaving was, put up a few finished files and tell his partner, his assistant, Manawa, he was leaving. He did just that within a few minutes, leaving the building now. Heading straight for his car. He was aware he was still in his business suit, but he considered stopping off at some place to eat. He could at least gill himself up on food. He would have liked some blood, but one could only ask for so much.

For right now, Takashi settled with going to a nearby Japanese restaurant. It took a few minutes to get there in his car. Where he pulled over and parked. He took a moment to lock his car before heading inside. He already knew what he wanted to eat, so when he took a seat, he had no problem ordering without looking at the menu. He just had to wait for his order. He briefly wondered what time it would be when he left here. It was already dark out, and he had no specific time to be home, he didn't think he had anything to worry about.

[lacrymosa]

Hisoka had, grudgingly, finished his work with his partner, Tsuzuki. God he was such a bone head to work with! All the man could wrap his big head around was sweets, and dinner! Like the man had any sort of money... Hisoka dragged his feet out of his room and looked on the couch. ~Drunk... Again... When will that man ever learn...?~

He threw a blanket on his work partner and left the house. It was cold... Something was up but he couldn't put a finger on it... He strolled down into the city after a little bit to his favorite restaurant. 'Osaka Nippon'... He needed to unwind. He stepped in and felt a chill, there were too many people in the restaurant at this time of night... He was going to have a hard time relaxing feeling everyone's emotions.

Hisoka grit his teeth and sat down anyway, he was hungry and needed sustenance. He sat down across from a gentleman dressed rather sharp. He seemed to carry the burden of many others... He might be a Doctor of some sort...

He began to feel rather heavy... The emotions of everyone else in the room mixed with the burdens that man carried of so many other's suffering, seemed to create a smog around him. He began to breath rapidly. He wasn't going to be able to last another minute.

~It's getting really hazy... Why is it hitting me so har-~ hisoka fell out of his chair and onto the floor. The stress proved too much for him to handle at that time.

[Kago]

Takashi was still patiently waiting for his order, when he noted yet another person walked in. The restaurant was apparently popular. It was no surprise. But there was something about this person. He couldn't put his finger on it. He just wasn't like everyone else. But then again, perhaps he was imagining things. He had just gotten off a long day of work. Then he was surrounded by people. He could just be over thinking things.

It was a thought Takashi was going with. Seeing everyone being served around him. He should be getting his order soon. He was just waiting for someone to come by. But it was then he noted that young man, the one who seemed different. He had just fallen out of his chair. What happened?

The question was one that sprang to his mind as he immediately got up, reacting to the situation. He rushed to the young mans side. Hearing the sounds of gasps, and chattering of those who witnessed what had occurred.

"Young man." He lifted the boys head up off the ground, positioning him to rest on his lap. He moved to take a look at his eyes, his dark lavender ones staring into the others. If he was still conscious, with his eyes open, he merely looked into them, if he wasn't he had to use his hands to open the boys eyes a bit. If only he had some of his things on him. He had no expectations of coming across an emergency.

"Young man, can you tell me how you're feeling." It was a stupid question to ask if he was conscious, but in case he was not, well he couldn't read minds. He very well considered just taking the boy out of here. He just needed to get a reaction from him, or see if he could. He was as good as any hospital, until he needed tools.

[lacrymosa]

Hisoka hit the ground with a prominant thud. PEople and colors whriled around him as his body drank in the sudden rush of emotions of those around him. That wasn't going to react nicely with his body... He began twitching a little as the energies seemed to concentrait around him... God this was sickening.

The next thing he knew a man had his head in his lap and he was looking into his eyes... He had purple eyes like Tsuzuki's... And dark hair... But... It wasn't Tsuzuki...

In that instant that the doctor touched his face, Hisoka saw flashes of all that doctor's patients. Their fears, feelings, and pains. It was such an unexpected rush to his body.

He vomitted blood over the floor and a flash of light sparked in his hand. It would have to be explained off as a trick of the lighting... Hisoka shook his head no at the doctor before falling unconscious.

[Kago]

Takashi cursed under his breath. The boy not only could not answer, he coughed up blood, and then passed out. He still couldn't figure out what was the cause behind this. But now that he was closer. Dismissing the strong scent of blood, as alluring as it always was to him, he noted his scent. Being this close, it was impossible to miss. There was definitely something different about this boy.

There was no way Takashi would figure anything out here. He took the boy up in his arms, moving to leave the restaurant as quickly as possible. Being careful with the hold he had on the boy of course.

The Vampyre walked outside, in the dark of night, thinking to head straight towards his car. He only came to a stop once he came up to it. "Boy," He tried once more, disregarding what he should call him at this point. Takashi had to do something, he didn't think a hospital was the right place to go. Perhaps, his place would be better. It was worth a try.

Whether Takashi responded or not, he placed the boy in the passengers seat. Moving to get on the drivers side soon after/ It took less then a minute to start up the car and drive off. He supposed he could be out of line with his decision, but he had to do something. He just knew he had everything he would need at his place. He just had to get to his home as quickly as possible .Which explained why he did go a bit faster then he should have been.

[lacrymosa]

Hisoka laid limp in the other man's arms as he was carried out of the restaurant. Needless to say that lifted about 1/3 of the emotional stress on him. But the majority was coming from the man who held him... Everything he kept inside... Came pouring out into his tiny little frame.

He Crumbled into the seat when he was sat down on the soft leather. Blood drizzled out of the side of his mouth, while on the inside of him he was reliving every moment of that man's patient's agony, hurt, and pain... One lost leg over a fire... A family lost their little boy... And so many others... He twitched a few times... When the Doctor began to drive it made things a little better not having that physical touch...

After driving for a little bit, Hisoka stirred but was still non-cohesive. He tossed his head and turned like he was trapped in a nightmare. He began to mumble words...

"Little boy's gone... Other lost his leg... Why carry so much anguish...? Uhhhnnng...."

He became limp yet again...

[Kago]

Takashi noticed some movement from the young man. That was something. But he still looked to be in horrible condition. But he actually seemed to be doing a bit better. His words confused him though. He frowned. Scarcely recognizing a few things said, referencing them elsewhere.

Who was this boy? Takashi mentally asked himself this question as he came up to the house he lived in. He could afford one. He parked his car, turning off the ignition, and cast his gaze on the young man beside him. Perhaps he had had a nightmare, it seemed that way, but still. There was something far from normal about this boy.

The Vampyre could only sit there for so long, he moved to get out the car, leaving the boy there for a moment, going to open the door first. It was only after he did that, did he return to the passenger side of the car. Having no idea what was wrong with the boy, he still thought to take him inside. He already moved, taking the boy in his arms, and headed towards the house. Only after using his foot to shut the car door.

Takashi rushed inside, setting the boy right upon the couch in his living room, it was the closest place to him. Once he set him there, he took a few steps back, observing the young man. Maybe, if he observed him, he would note something. He didn't want to have to call any other doctors. He was perfectly capable of handling himself.

"Young man," He tried calling out, in hopes of the boy waking up.

[lacrymosa]

Hisoka stirred slightly when he was placed on the soft white couch. He was breathing heavily as his body aligned in the laying down position.

In his head he could hear something in the back of the black fog that shrouded his inner mind. through the image of a young man in surgery getting his leg severed he heard someone calling... With every 'Young Man' the doctor used, Hisoka slowly returned to consciousness.

In about 5 minutes Hisoka's eyes opened. Regardless of where he was. The doctor may have tried to do something else to bring him back. but what ever was going on he began to open his eyes. And he felt that contact again...

"Don't touch me..." He groaned as he curled up into himself to protect himself from anymore contact... He didn't want to relive anymore memories....

[Kago]

Takashi didn't find any response of the young man, it disturbed him. He felt the need to check his heart beat. What if it was irregular. He considered finding some tools to use, but he did it the old fashion way, taking the wrist of the other, timing it. It didn't seem irregular.

The Vampyre was genuinely puzzled, standing at the side of the young man now. Who he found soon enough seemed to regain consciousness. His little warning, not to touch him, had him taking a few steps back again.

"How are you feeling?" He didn't question what he said. Whether or not the young man noted where he was, he was a stranger. He couldn't expect anything else.

"Can you tell me what happened to you?" If it happened again, perhaps he could prepare this time. Maybe this was some new illness.

[lacrymosa]

Hisoka laid there for a moment trying to gather his thoughts through the pain he felt... He knew he'd have to lie to the man... But what lie could he possibly come up with? He didn't smoke nor was he around people who did... Lung cancer was the best he could come up with...

"I.. Have lung Cancer... It's terminal..."

He knew he was bad at lying... Especially to... A vampire? This man had the scent of vampire on him... What was he? Hisoka could place it... He looked around with simply his eyes and head. Where was he? He didn't recognize this place at all...

"Where am I...?" For a moment he felt uneasy... He recalled those old nights when he was alive with his murderer... Remembering how he taken to place he was unfamiliar with as well....

[Kago]

Takashi's eyes widened at what he was told. The boy had terminal lung cancer. Was he serious? He was tempted to chuckle, but didn't. Instead, he had a serious expression, partly with feigned concern. He was good at displaying faked expression. He didn't expect the other to know the difference. Besides it looked genuine.

There were just so many things wrong with the choice of illness. How the boy shouldn't be out of the hospital. No matter how old someone was, if they were terminal, they were never let out. Then he had heard his breathing, his lungs worked just fine. Then his blood, he caught of whiff of that. It wasn't one filled with cancerous cells. If it was, he would have been turned off from it, and he was not. But he wasn't jumping to try this boy's blood either.

"I'm surprised." His first words spoken towards what he heard. "They would let you out of the hospital. "If he was going to act like he was terminal, why not treat him like he was.

"I should call the hospital for you." He had a cell phone on him, he didn't need to go anywhere. He reached into his pocket, taking out the cell phone he had.

"Your at my place." He answered, dialing his phone, he wasn't actually dialing the hospital. He did dial someone though.

Putting the phone to his ear, he was quick to get an answer. "Hello," The familiar voice of his assistant came though.

"Hello." The Vampyre spoke again. "Sir, I have a terminal patient here, that needs to be picked up." He briefly moved the phone from his ear, looking towards the young man on the couch.

"Don't worry young man, I know people who can make your last moments comforting." With that, he was back on the phone. He surely, had a confused assistant on the other line. But he knew better then to question his actions.

Speaking into the phone again, Takashi actually went so far as to speak his address, seeming more then serious about having the boy taken away. "So, I need you to get here as soon as possible." He went on to say, looking away from the young man on his couch.

[lacrymosa]

Damn it! He wasn't your average human... Wait... Was he seriously calling the hospital? He waited to see if he was kidding or not. It seemed he wasn't. He didn't want any trouble so he used his other worldly power and turned off the phone by draining it's battery. The doctor would soon become confused and he sat up as he looked at the man. He couldn't tell him what he really was.

"You're a vampire aren't you?" Hisoka stared the man hard in the face accusing him of that. It wasn't hard for him to throw accusations around like that. It came very easy to speak whatever the truth maybe.

He stood and stared up at the man. He seemed to tower over Hisoka. He began to feel light and woozy again and then began to fall.

[Kago]

Takashi found himself blinking in confusion. His phone died, just like that. He was sure it had been fully charged. Well, that was just unfortunate. Well, what now?

A question Takashi didn't really have to ask with what he heard next. Had the boy really asked him that? If he was a vampire? Did he expect him to say yes to that. Surely, he was mad. Well, he knew it was the truth, partially so. He was half and then he didn't like the word Vampire. He was a Vampyre. Vampires were dead creatures that burned in the sunlight, couldn't enter churches, and had things against certain liquids and foods. That wasn't him.

The Vampyre had been about to say something, when Hisoka just fell. He moved quickly to take the boy up in his arms. "Don't stand." He spoke in a demanding tone, setting the boy back on the couch. He hadn't forgotten he didn't want to be touched.

"Now, explain what really happened to you." The boy himself wasn't normal. If he wouldn't tell him about himself, then he certainly wasn't obliged to say anything towards himself either.

[lacrymosa]

Hisoka nearly hit when the man grabbed him and set him on the couch. He cried out in pain as memories were enhanced once again. He sat there on the couch and heaved a few times. He wasn't going to be let leave untill he told the man what he was. He sat there and sighed. Well, the truth had to come out he supposed. Maybe he shouldn't have come out this night.

He saw a knife on the table and grabbed it fast and stabbed his hand. He held up his hand as the doctor watched it as it began to heal rapidly.

"I'm no longer living... I am dead... I am a shinigami... I died two years ago... From an uncurable illness... Once I became a Shinigami, I was given a new body to pass from the realm of the dead, and the realm of the living... I am like this because I can see and feel, as if it was my own, what people hold inside. Memories of people they've come in contact with. I am an empath. When I died and came back like this, it was enhanced by a hundred times. So now you know... I can't be in crowded places....If you'll believe that..."

He was serious and rather cold about telling him the truth...

[Kago]

Takashi was taken aback by what Hisoka did. Grabbing a knife, and cutting himself. He had had know the boy was...Wait, how was it he healed so fast. So, he wasn't normal.

The explanation that followed seemed to explain exactly what he had thought. The boy wasn't a simple human. But he never would have guessed that. That was new entirely. "I see." He wasn't sure what to make of that. A shinigami. If there was life on other planets, why couldn't people come back from the dead.

"I believe you." that was all he thought to say on that. "Now, I suppose it's only right I answer your question." The one referring to what he was.

"I am only half vampire." Leaving the other half to be, what he thought would be obvious, as human.

"And I don't imagine you telling anyone that, as I wouldn't tell anyone what you were." People would surely think them both mad, so he had no worries about the kid here telling anyone.

"For a moment there, I though I discovered someone with a new illness." He referred to what happened earlier. "Why would you go to such a popular restaurant Knowing that?" He found the kid had to have been foolish. "I take it, that was why you passed out and everything, right?" Or did this kid really have some illness he didn't know about.

Suddenly something occurred to him. The kid must hate being around him, and hospitals in general. He couldn't begin to count the patients and people he came across. "If you want to go, you're free to." He wasn't holding the other back. Whether or not he had some concern for his health. Regardless of how tempted he was to get a taste of the kid. It seemed better if he got far away from him.

"I'd just like you to promise, to keep from passing out, and having that awful spell you had earlier." If he couldn't do that, he just might be forced to make him stay.