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Date & Time: January 16th
Location: the transport clinic
Characters: Muraki, Elrond, and anyone that might want to pop in
Summary: Getting ready to leave
Warnings: Muraki being Muraki

Spending a week in a clinic wasn't Muraki's ideal way to spend acclimating to a new world. The saying that doctor's made the worst patients was no less true with him, but he kept most of his exasperation with the situation to himself. It at least gave him time to learn a little more about where he'd landed himself. The network, intriguing a tool as it was, provided an excellent tool to investigate the basics of his situation, but to really understand this place he needed to get out of the clinic and get a real look around. He was chafing in place already. He needed a cigarette, clean clothes, and the opportunity to take a little of the absurdly abundant energy that was surrounding him without causing any alarm. For now, the best he could do was sit here in bed and read while he waited for someone to give him a pass. At least for another day.

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Hisoka merely grumbles half heartedly. He hates hospitals and anything of the sort. The smell, the doctors. If he had any other option of reassuring Tsuzuki he would have taken it. But hopefully this would be over soon.

Not too soon enough for his liking though, as he follows Tsuzuki, about to tell him to stop wandering and just wait in the lobby area when he catches sight of someone at the door to one of the rooms. No. No, surely not. He stops in his tracks, one hand reaching to pull Tsuzuki back as his eyes widen and he tenses.

Muraki being here would explain it. Why his curse was acting up lately. There is no reason to get it looked at now. They could just leave. Get away from him and go tell Watari and Tatsumi, figure out some sort of plan. But he doubts it would be that easy, not with Tsuzuki there. He shifts, moving to stand between the two, as if to protect his partner. Fists clenching as his fingernails dig into his palms, green eyes glaring as his lips purse in anger. He wants so badly to just punch him, but the hospital ensures some protection for the bastard. They wouldn't let Hisoka hurt him, however justified he would be. However justified Tsuzuki would be for all Muraki has done to the both of them.

"I should have known."

Tsuzuki didn't know how to respond. The only thing he felt was a strong surge of emotions, all too tightly wound up in each other to make sense. It stole the breath right out of him, making him grab onto Hisoka's shoulder tightly. They couldn't make a scene here. There were innocents everywhere, that could all too easily become victims.

He would have taken a step back, but Muraki's presence rooted him to the spot. When it came to the doctor, he wasn't sure if he was scared or glad that he survived.

"Muraki."

He had never really believed or relied on good luck, but his encounters with the shinigami before him seemed to be too strong a fate to discount. They were each wound together in darkness and blood, transcending even death itself.

The doctor took a small step forward, but his eyes were trained firmly over Hisoka's head and on the amethyst-eyed shinigami, his expression one of slight disbelief. The boy didn't matter. That he was here now amounted only to a vague annoyance, that could be swept aside at his leisure. For now his own vulnerability made an excellent shield. They wouldn't dare act against an apparently wounded man in a hospital.

"So you are here. I feared our time together had come to an end..."

Hisoka's lips form an almost grotesque snarl at seeing the doctor again. Knowing they can't do anything to him here. But on the flipside, the same is also true for him. He can't touch Tsuzuki. Not here. Not until he gets out. And by then, they should hopefully be ready. Have some sort of plan in place. Hisoka doesn't have any intentions of a repeat of Kyoto, knew Muraki survived somehow. Again. More than once they thought him dead and again it was untrue.

He takes a step back when Muraki tries to approach, attempting to push Tsuzuki backwards and farther away if he can. Trying to protect and shield his partner, as much as his tiny and slim frame could allow anyway. Which is pretty pathetic given how much broader and taller his partner is in comparison but that doesn't stop Hisoka from trying, glaring at Muraki the entire time.

"And don't we wish it had. He is all the answer I need. Let's go, Tsuzuki."

If they stay much longer, the urge to punch that smug face would only rise and they didn't want to cause a scene. Not if they could avoid it. Seeing Muraki is all the confirmation Hisoka needs to explain the reason behind his curse acting up again. The nightmares. He has no intention of staying any longer than necessary, letting him play with Tsuzuki and manipulating him if he can help it.

"How did you--"

When he heard Muraki speak, it was as if something stopped working in Tsuzuki. He kept remembering the smoke, how sharp and cold the scalpel had been. It had been foolish of him to think that he wouldn't return. As much as Tsuzuki hated to admit it, they were like the other side of the same coin. One couldn't exist without the other.

Tsuzuki had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts and Muraki's words that he didn't realize what Hisoka was doing, at first. The tug on his clothes, the blatant wish to get out of the hospital was finally the push he needed in order to clear his head. Hisoka was in danger if they stayed. He shot Muraki one final look, before he let Hisoka lead them away.

"..Right. Right."

He shot Hisoka a cold glare, dismissive and irritated at once. There were times he regretted tying himself to the boy so many years ago, as the result had only served to over-complicate - through never entirely prevent - his plans. But he had no plans now. No direction or goal or backup structure of any kind.

Except what, or who, was in front of him right now.

"There is no where you can go that I will not find you, Tsuzuki. Not even worlds can keep us apart. You know what it's true..."

"I don't care what you say. You're not getting near him after Kyoto! Whoever helped you here should go rot in hell and should have left you to die." Or, that is what Hisoka would say if he weren't too insistent on getting the hell out of here before he says even more, before Muraki says something to get to his partner. As if the doctor hadn't already done enough damage as it was. Hisoka had no intention of giving him more chances. Not until they were ready and prepared to deal with him. Preferably with a bullet or fist to the face, as much as he would like to and knows that wouldn't be the end of it by far.

The tug at Tsuzuki's shirt remains, attempting to pull his partner away from Muraki and his influence without making a scene.

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