Title: Wake
Author: Becchan
Rating: PG
Genre: General fluff, a touch of angst. Kind of.
Pairing: TsuzukixHisoka. Yay~.
Status: Complete, One-shot/Drabble.
Notes: Post Kyoto, Hisoka watches Tsuzuki and reflects. Written in an attempt to grasp the former's character, because I don't trust myself to write him right. Un-betaed, because Lys is at the movies. _.
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He's asleep again.
You bite your lip, contemplating - You don't know if you should wake him up or not. Ever since Kyoto, he's been so tired, so morose, and it's so relieving to see him sleeping so peacefully that it doesn't seem to matter that it's on his desk. He doesn't sleep enough, you know that; once, when you had a nightmare, you woke up convinced that he had actually died, burned to nothing in Touda's flames. That night, you actually swallowed your pride and went to him for comfort. It was the middle of the night, but he was awake anyway - you didn't question it then, but now you wonder if he ever sleeps at night.
Maybe he has nightmares, too.
Striding across the office, you bend to pick up a pen that has escaped the deck and is lying abandoned on the floor. As you replace it deftly in its holder, your hand strays near his head, and you can't help but brush his bangs gently out of his face.
"Tsuzuki, you idiot," you say hoarsely; there's lump in your throat. You wish it would go away, because now there are tears burning behind your eyes. You don't cry, though - you're stronger than that, and so is he. He's stronger than this.
He's never talked to you about what happened in Kyoto - with Muraki. You wish he would; then you could be stronger for him. Sometimes you think for a second that he doesn't trust you, but you've been there, and you know Muraki, too. You know how hard it is to talk about, and every reason why he's keeping it bottled up inside of him.
You run your fingers through that soft hair; it falls over your fingers like silk. No matter what he might tell himself, you think fiercely, you could never despise him for what Muraki did.
You could never despise him no matter what.
His face it so calm, right now. He's sleeping; a deep, dreamless sleep - it's the most content you've seen him since that cursed case. You allow the beginnings of a smile to curl your lips. If it could be like this all the time -
His jacket's on the floor, you notice. You retrieve it and tuck it snugly around his shoulders. Konoe-kacho would probably be angry if he saw Tsuzuki like this. Tatsumi wouldn't be mad, though, you know that. It's because of Tatsumi you haven't had any cases lately; you don't precisely relish the idea of owing Tatsumi - or anyone, for that matter - but it's worth it if it'll help Tsuzuki get better.
He sighs, a happy little noise, and shifts slightly in his chair. You watch him for a moment, then shove your hands in your pockets and sidle out the room. You seem to remember some chocolate doughnuts sitting by the coffee machine. He might like one when he wakes up.
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Author: Becchan
Rating: PG
Genre: General fluff, a touch of angst. Kind of.
Pairing: TsuzukixHisoka. Yay~.
Status: Complete, One-shot/Drabble.
Notes: Post Kyoto, Hisoka watches Tsuzuki and reflects. Written in an attempt to grasp the former's character, because I don't trust myself to write him right. Un-betaed, because Lys is at the movies. _.
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He's asleep again.
You bite your lip, contemplating - You don't know if you should wake him up or not. Ever since Kyoto, he's been so tired, so morose, and it's so relieving to see him sleeping so peacefully that it doesn't seem to matter that it's on his desk. He doesn't sleep enough, you know that; once, when you had a nightmare, you woke up convinced that he had actually died, burned to nothing in Touda's flames. That night, you actually swallowed your pride and went to him for comfort. It was the middle of the night, but he was awake anyway - you didn't question it then, but now you wonder if he ever sleeps at night.
Maybe he has nightmares, too.
Striding across the office, you bend to pick up a pen that has escaped the deck and is lying abandoned on the floor. As you replace it deftly in its holder, your hand strays near his head, and you can't help but brush his bangs gently out of his face.
"Tsuzuki, you idiot," you say hoarsely; there's lump in your throat. You wish it would go away, because now there are tears burning behind your eyes. You don't cry, though - you're stronger than that, and so is he. He's stronger than this.
He's never talked to you about what happened in Kyoto - with Muraki. You wish he would; then you could be stronger for him. Sometimes you think for a second that he doesn't trust you, but you've been there, and you know Muraki, too. You know how hard it is to talk about, and every reason why he's keeping it bottled up inside of him.
You run your fingers through that soft hair; it falls over your fingers like silk. No matter what he might tell himself, you think fiercely, you could never despise him for what Muraki did.
You could never despise him no matter what.
His face it so calm, right now. He's sleeping; a deep, dreamless sleep - it's the most content you've seen him since that cursed case. You allow the beginnings of a smile to curl your lips. If it could be like this all the time -
His jacket's on the floor, you notice. You retrieve it and tuck it snugly around his shoulders. Konoe-kacho would probably be angry if he saw Tsuzuki like this. Tatsumi wouldn't be mad, though, you know that. It's because of Tatsumi you haven't had any cases lately; you don't precisely relish the idea of owing Tatsumi - or anyone, for that matter - but it's worth it if it'll help Tsuzuki get better.
He sighs, a happy little noise, and shifts slightly in his chair. You watch him for a moment, then shove your hands in your pockets and sidle out the room. You seem to remember some chocolate doughnuts sitting by the coffee machine. He might like one when he wakes up.
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