Standard disclaimer applies.

There is a hole in my chest. I try to fill it, but it never seems to go away. This insatiable black-hole in my heart. "I'm hungry" The words whined as I paw at papers, as though I could find the answer hidden among the stacks of useless information.

You grunt in response, keys clicking as you concentrate in your work, some empath, can't you tell me what is wrong with me? Can't you tell me how to fix this?

"Hisoka..." I look at him, chewing a piece of paper, help me fill this emptiness in my soul. "Can we go eat?" I give my best puppy dog eyes. I'm not really hungry, I know this, but I need to fill myself up with something, and sweets work.

"I'm almost done." You don't even raise your eyes to me, "Besides, lunch isn't for another two hours." I whine again, "Go bother someone else."

Tears prick my eyes as I turn away, stalking down the hallway. No one wants me around. Who can blame them. I'm a curse, I only bring death and pain to those I care for.

I pull out a crumpled bill, approaching the vending machines. My hands shake, trying to straighten out the wrinkles, inserting the bill into the machine. The hole wants something. I need to put something in there. The machine spits the bill back out at me and before I can stop myself my fist is hitting it. I watch in mortification as the Plexiglas shatters.

I hang my head in defeat, this is so coming out of my check. I can already hear Tatsumi scolding me for my lack of self control. I knock the plastic out of the way and grab an armful of the sweet delicious-ness, hugging it to my chest as I return to my desk.

You don't even raise your eyebrows as I start shoving my face full of candy. Maybe just for a few seconds that ache will go away. I just need to eat more.