Chapter 1: The imagination Love
Summary: Tsuzuki/Hisoka. This chapter is rather boring in my opinion though it does have a lot of Hisoka's thoughts.
Disclaimer: Me no own Yami no Matsuei.
A/N: Konichiwa! This chapter as in my summary is rather boring but I still think that it has some good points. It would have been longer but I had to chop this chapter in half because of the length. Sighs If this chapter is confusing I am sorry. I promise the second one will add relief to my randomness.
Warning: This story will contain shonen ai, and the latter chapters will contain yaoi. Please do not read this if you do not it. Thanks.
The chief's voice boomed though out the small conference room, his announcement proving to be important. " These murders absolutely cannot continue! Our only inkling to this link of homicides is the notes left by the assailant. I am going to send the kid and Tsuzuki to begin with then, shortly after Tatsumi and Watari will join. Is that understood?" the entire faculty shook their head in unison. " Good, now we must approach this as soon as possible." Konoe's tone adding the full affect that he wanted the two to begin immediately.
The chief's glace had fallen on the two, a slice of advice that they should depart quickly. Hisoka stood, leaving the pondering Tsuzuki still in the conference span. Tatsumi gently patted his companions back signaling for his departure. The brunette sighed standing and exited the room, casually speeding his upbeat to catch his blonde partner.
Hisoka's pace quickened, feeling his cohort catching up to him. Tsuzuki frowned, reaching out, grasping the escaping wrist. Out of sheer reaction the blonde tried to tug away only to find his captor was not releasing his vice. Tsuzuki yanked the petite boy pining him to the hallway wall. Hisoka's gaze immediately switched to the ground, avoiding his partner's eyes.
" Why are you avoiding me, Hisoka?" his tone had conquered angry.
The blonde's breathing increased Tsuzuki's emotions flooding his thoughts. Over the past week Hisoka had deliberately avoided his partner, he had never explained why he had and his reason was to him embarrassing. Hisoka had leaned into Tsuzuki; the blonde's limbs were going numb with emotion. Taking on both Tsuzuki's and his own emotions was a little more than a challenge.
The brunette's tone softened finding Hisoka's reaction different. " Was this a hug, or an accident, or was he just trying to get out of a scolding?" Tsuzuki gripped the boy's shoulders shoving him against the wall. " Why have you been avoiding me and don't try and change the subject like you all ways do." Hisoka felt the on coming of a blush, " NO, NO, NO, NO, he was not going to admit why he had hide from Tsuzuki. He won't find out." Hisoka looked up giving usual wide-eyed treatment, his blush darkening. Tsuzuki shook his partner, giving off a slight glare. " Hisoka?" he was becoming aggravated. " Um…Tsuzuki, I-?" the blonde was cut off by a familiar figure approaching the two.
Watari shook his hand violently to the two, his arms practically flying off. " OH, NO you two are not packing yet?! Oh dear the chief is not going to be happy about this…I know…. I will distract him while you two go and pack!" in saying this the hyper blonde did a small roll on the carpeted floor and leaped down the presiding hall.
Tsuzuki looked down at the fragile boy. Hisoka's gaze was still glued to the ground, accompanied with the familiar tint to his cheeks. Tsuzuki sighed.
" Hey Soka, Um lets get going okay?" the blonde's ears perked up to the different tone. Tsuzuki had softened but was reluctant in his upset composure of being avoided.
Hisoka mentally sighed. " Thanks Watari. Now I can conjure up an excuse." The small boy didn't like lying to his partner but he would not stake the real reason…not yet at least.
Tsuzuki slowly backed off the blonde swaggering down the hall to his room to pack. Hisoka rolled his eyes, pacing after his companion.
Hisoka closed the door to his small room in the ministry. He was to pack and be ready to leave in only twenty minutes. Tatsumi, who stressed every 'wasted' minute, who had given both of his comrades the information needed to complete their job, allotted that time. They were to arrive in Okinawa before sunset and were to report their bearings in the preceding morning.
Hisoka sighed once again, pulling his duffle bag from his closet. He was still thinking of Tsuzuki and a possible reason to explain his curious behavior. Rifling through his dresser he stuffed his bag thinking of an explanation. " Hmm, if I told him I didn't feel well he would be a hen for the whole trip, but he also wouldn't bother me or…" The blonde's thoughts ceased to the protruding figure at his door.
" Hisoka" his tone had turned somewhat harsh again.
The petite boy lowered his head. "Crap, not now. Why can't he…" His thoughts once again dispersed to the weight change to the bed. His gaze switching to the striking brunette and his frowning features.
" Don't think that I am going to let you off so easy. We were just interrupted but we are not through. Hiso…" his voice trailed off seeing a fuming Tatsumi.
" Tsuzuki you and Hisoka need to get going. NOW!" both of the men nodded, grabbing their bags and heading out. Speech was not available to either.
The whole ride to Okinawa was awkward. Silence emerged from both as if they were strangers to dialogue. The car halted to a rather painful stop. Motioning for both passengers to exit the driver excerpted their bags and rushed to slam the door behind both.
Tsuzuki grasped both of their luggage's cursing their reckless driver. He felt obligated to speak but no words came to mind. It had become painfully gauche to Hisoka. He had begun to think that Tsuzuki was actually incensed with him. His graceful features fell considerably, as they made their way to the front desk.
Tsuzuki fronted a fake simper to the female at the counter, which of course she ate up.
Brushing mousy strands from her unadorned features she put up a pretty smile. " Hello sir, may I help you?" she had let the last word linger a feeble attempt to flirt.
Tsuzuki's smile widened leaning against the counter. He had to act out of the ordinary to throw of his usual appearance. They once again had to assume a different persona, to extract a killer. The eradicator of the previous murders was indeed a female. She had drawn attractive men away from the public, murdering and to a degree humiliating them. It was said that she was particularly plain and petite in statue a weird observation to describe a killer but a true one at that.
Hisoka's scrutiny had disfigured. He of all was not aware of what exactly his partner was supposed to be accomplishing and no one had notified him of the details of the women killer. He of course had brought it on himself, as he was trying to avoid his partner, which led him to miss quite a few of the briefings.
Feeling somewhat horrified the blonde tore his gaze from his flirting companion. He had been wounded; Tsuzuki only showed affection to very few people to his understanding but this was practically unbearable. He was obviously flirting, and not ashamed of his public display of affection. The blonde grimaced. Searching his companion he found little delay of emotions only thoughts to converge with the girl at hand.
Tsuzuki's glance switched from the giddy lady, to his sullen partner. The brunette began to understand his companion's position and paid no intention to the women's following comments.
The women closed her mouth observing the man's before her.
" Figures, he finds some one prettier than me and gawks at her with no decency. I swear men these days have the attention span of a rat!" Her last minute thoughts were provoked by Tsuzuki's attention to Hisoka.
Lowering his head to the entering thoughts of the fuming women, a small blush and a deep frustration prodding it's way to the blonde's features. It was a rarity for him to be mistaken as a girl but it was all the more embarrassing to actual hear himself being called one.
The women's mouth perked forming into something stoic. " Name" she was blunt and now way off the subject of playing coy.
Tsuzuki cleared his throat sending a small glare to his companion." Uh. Yes. Kuronaga." Tsuzuki resumed his usual composure, picking up his bag.
" Room 305" she gave a small glare.
Tsuzuki pondered for a second. " W-Wait there is only one room for the name Ku- " the woman interrupted she seemed annoyed.
" Yes, Mr. Kuronaga there is only one reservation for ONE room." With that she turned away, picking up her pink house fashion magazine.
A small sulking face emerged to Tsuzuki's features as both figures began for the elevator.
A/N: Sorry about the cut off folks. The second chapter will prevail. Domo.