Author's note: I got a balloon today and my aaaaaaaaamaaaaaaaaaazing friend drew Muraki's face on it, then she mentioned how creepy it would be if I went to the bathroom and someone looked up to see his creepy face over the stall door. Anywho please enjoy.
Tzusuki stood up from the table Hisoka and he were sitting at. They were on an assignment at the moment but had paused for a quick bite to eat, especially since they had been stationed in America since their suspect had run off to the country and so Tzusuki had to try their food.
"I have to go to the bathroom," the sugar-loving idiot announced.
Hisoka sighed, rolling his eyes. "Thanks for the announcement. Just hurry up I don't want this case to drag on any more than necessary."
The brunette nodded and left the table to go to the bathroom. Once inside Tzusuki walked into one of the stalls and was about to unbutton his pants when he got the uncomfortable feeling that someone was watching him, but that was impossible, right? Tzusuki frowned and looked around he could see any holes in the metal stall, but still the feeling wouldn't go away. The shinigami tried to ignore the feeling and began to unzip himself but then it hit again and he paused. What the hell? He thought there were no holes and he couldn't hear anyone else in the restroom, just to make sure though Tzusuki look up and then went pale.
Hovering above him from the stall next door was a bright yellow balloon and on that balloon was the face of the man raping sexy doctor, Kazutaku Muraki. Tzusuki stared at the creepy pedo smile the drawing wore and then opened his mouth to let out a very unmanly scream.
Back at the table Hisoka was stirring his coke absent mindedly, what was taking Tzusuki so long? It was just going to the bathroom and Tzusuki wasn't vain so what was taking him so long. Hisoka sighed and moved to get up, maybe something had happened, it was possible with such an unlucky man as Tzusuki.
The young shinigami was half way to the restroom when the entire restaurant was filled with an unholy shriek. Hisoka ran towards the restroom and looked around, gun out but it was empty. He frowned but didn't lower his gun. Pathetic whimpering was coming from one of the stalls, whimpering that sounds just like noises his useless partner would make. Hisoka walked over to the stall in which the noises were coming from and kicked open the door.
On the floor, looking like a hairy old man had just popped up and began stripping in front of him sat Tzusuki.
"What the hell?" Hisoka demanded.
Tzusuki pointed up and Hisoka's gaze followed Tzusuki's finger. At first even Hisoka felt creeped out by the balloon that bore the face of his rapist but then his sighed, disappointed.
"You idiot," he insulted and took a random toothpick that just so happened to be in his pocket and poked the balloon, causing pieces of yellow to scatter everywhere. "Hurry up would you," the teenager said and then left his idiot behind.
Tzusuki sighed and stood up, he didn't mean to cause to much trouble but that balloon picture had been very scary.
After finishing his business Tzusuki walked out and he and Hisoka paid for their meal. As they were walking out of the restaurant one of the waitresses stopped Tzusuki.
"Excuse me sir but you have something stuck to your back."
Tzusuki frowned and reached behind him, pulling something from his jacket. He looked at it, screamed, through it, and ran out of the restaurant as if yaoi fairies were after him to sacrifice to their gods.
Hisoka looked down at what had been on Tzusuki's jacket and rolled his eyes, it was the piece of the yellow balloon that had had Muraki's face on it. Why was he stuck with such a useless partner?
A/N: Please review.