Short ficlet about Hisoka and the dark. Due to my lack of activity of late I thought that a small story was better than none at all. :) Shoutout to the awesome Gaki, who's "Find Me" inspired many aspects of this snipit. Becky rocks your fox, and she would like to say - "Theirloveissoeternalandmeanttobe." That's about it, so onto the story.

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Shadows moving across the floor. Eerie shapes looming in the corners of the room. A blanketing silence broken by soft noises from the open windows, and the steady pulse of breathing.

From his position in the doorway, Hisoka shivered.

He didn’t like the dark. It was a child’s fear, a night terror that he had never been able to shed. It wasn’t the complete lack of light that caused his breath to hitch and his heart to race; it was the inky black that hid in the dim corners, the shadows that were threatening to over take the bare traces of light remaining in the cold room, that caused the fear to swell up within him. When all he could see was the darkness around him, that was all right. But the faint glow that the shutters couldn’t catch, the sliver of light from under the door… just enough to show hints of his surroundings, but still hiding the secrets of the quiet night from his questioning eyes.

Thin strips of moonlight peering through the iron bars.

That far off light mocking him from down the hallway, where the stairs began.

In the wan light of the moon the room really wasn’t all that different from his cell. Because they could still be waiting for him, hiding in the corner, their voices whispering and calling him into the night. Those voices telling him of freedom, of light…

That sickly red, casting the barest glow on the deserted landscape.

The dim light showing him the woman’s death.

Just enough light to see the sadistic grin as he screamed and he screamed in the pale red glow of the moon.

In this dusky atmosphere the walls could be white, and those shadows could be whispering to him of pain, of fear and of death. In that place there was no darkness, no all-encompassing black to hide him from those prying eyes. The faint illumination from the machines and the hint of warmth from behind shuttered office windows cast the room into eerie shadows. Shadows that much resembled those just beyond the door in which he now stood.

Hisoka clung to the doorframe, the agitated gnawing of his lip the only outward sign of discomfort.

“Mmmm… ‘soka?”

The sleepy voice coming from the bed shattered the silence of the night, the shadows in the far corner shifted and Hisoka could see a pair of luminescent violet eyes peering curiously towards the door. “What ‘re ya doing out of bed?”

The voices calling to him in that darkness, just beyond his reach.

The faint light revealing his shaking hands, as he gasps for breath after another dream.

…the warmth surrounding him, lulling him back to sleep as steady breathing whispers in the night…

“Tsuzuki…”

Hisoka said the name as if it were a sigh, assurance wiping away the bitter traces of fear as he stepped through the doorway and into their room. Padding softly over the carpet he crawled under the covers and into the open arms waiting for him.

“That’s better.” Tsuzuki murmured quietly, softly nuzzling the blonde head resting beneath his chin. “It’s lonely in the dark.”

The familiar shapes belonging to furniture were scattered throughout the room. Steady breathing echoed quietly between the pair, and the shadows were whispering sleepy contentment into Hisoka’s ear.

“Yeah,” came the near silent reply. “But I don’t really mind it anymore.”

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