I turned the key in the lock and slowly pushed the door open. I looked
around in the small apartment room, but there was no other sign of life. I
casually threw my stuff onto my bed across the room, ignoring the little
papers that fell on the floor. Hisoka would throw a fit when he came home;
he always did. The last time he found the room in a total mess, he was far
from happy. He even went as far as throwing my chocolate away.
Hisoka was an interesting study. He ran cold, icy cold, yet I could tell that at the bottom of the crusty exterior was a warm heart. Not necessarily a heart of gold, but to say that Hisoka wasn't kind would be a lie. Sure, he didn't seem nice, with his constant glaring and silence. Anyone who knew Hisoka would say that he's quiet and reserved, but I knew that the silence was just to cover his pain.
I walked to the shower room and grabbed a fluffy white towel on the way. White, such a pure color, so easily ruined, so easily defiled. Nothing stayed white for long; after all, we would all become shades of gray sooner or later. I turned on the hot water and watched as steam slowly filled the room. I shed my clothes and climbed into the hot shower.
As the warm spray hit my back, I let out a relaxed sigh. I stood idly under the flow of water, letting my thoughts drift again. Yes, my partner was good, up there with the rest of them, despite his youth and lack of experience. We all knew his reasons for becoming a shinigami-to get rid of the devil that plagued his every step, waking and asleep. Yet, he hadn't accomplished his goal yet.
Certainly not for lack of trying though. I'd never really seen someone as determined as him about achieving one thing and one thing only. Sure, Tatsumi had his obsession with money, but it wasn't the only thing he lived for. Watari loved experimenting in his lab a little too much, but he also liked making us happy. Wakaba, Terazuma, Kodou, and even Muraki, they all didn't single-mindedly pursue one goal.
Which made me wonder what would happen once he killed off Muraki, or whatever he was planning to do. It wasn't as if he had nothing else at all, there was still me. But I wasn't sure if I was enough for him. Would I be strong enough to keep him from fading away? After all, I was weak. I barely had the strength to hold him up, let alone the strength to make him soar. I didn't deserve someone like him. Yet, Fate had taken the strands of our lives and tied them together. Something I was very thankful for.
He was just so beautiful. Everytime I looked into those green eyes of his, I found myself drowning. To say that they were green didn't do them justice. They were the green of the grass after a long battle that you open your eyes to, thankful that you were alive. They were the green of pine trees, majestically scraping the sky. They were the green of emeralds, valuable and priceless. They were the green of jealously, the feeling that stabbed through my heart when he smiled at others. They were the green of warmth, empathy radiating from his body in little apologetic smiles. They were the green that I fell in love with. I toweled off and wrapped my robe around me. Slipping my feet into slippers, I padded across the room, plopping down beside Hisoka. I gave him a smile, which he shyly returned. I wrapped him in my warm embrace, vowing to myself to never let him go. He snuggled closer in my arms, whispering, "Tsuzuki."
And I understood.
Hisoka was an interesting study. He ran cold, icy cold, yet I could tell that at the bottom of the crusty exterior was a warm heart. Not necessarily a heart of gold, but to say that Hisoka wasn't kind would be a lie. Sure, he didn't seem nice, with his constant glaring and silence. Anyone who knew Hisoka would say that he's quiet and reserved, but I knew that the silence was just to cover his pain.
I walked to the shower room and grabbed a fluffy white towel on the way. White, such a pure color, so easily ruined, so easily defiled. Nothing stayed white for long; after all, we would all become shades of gray sooner or later. I turned on the hot water and watched as steam slowly filled the room. I shed my clothes and climbed into the hot shower.
As the warm spray hit my back, I let out a relaxed sigh. I stood idly under the flow of water, letting my thoughts drift again. Yes, my partner was good, up there with the rest of them, despite his youth and lack of experience. We all knew his reasons for becoming a shinigami-to get rid of the devil that plagued his every step, waking and asleep. Yet, he hadn't accomplished his goal yet.
Certainly not for lack of trying though. I'd never really seen someone as determined as him about achieving one thing and one thing only. Sure, Tatsumi had his obsession with money, but it wasn't the only thing he lived for. Watari loved experimenting in his lab a little too much, but he also liked making us happy. Wakaba, Terazuma, Kodou, and even Muraki, they all didn't single-mindedly pursue one goal.
Which made me wonder what would happen once he killed off Muraki, or whatever he was planning to do. It wasn't as if he had nothing else at all, there was still me. But I wasn't sure if I was enough for him. Would I be strong enough to keep him from fading away? After all, I was weak. I barely had the strength to hold him up, let alone the strength to make him soar. I didn't deserve someone like him. Yet, Fate had taken the strands of our lives and tied them together. Something I was very thankful for.
He was just so beautiful. Everytime I looked into those green eyes of his, I found myself drowning. To say that they were green didn't do them justice. They were the green of the grass after a long battle that you open your eyes to, thankful that you were alive. They were the green of pine trees, majestically scraping the sky. They were the green of emeralds, valuable and priceless. They were the green of jealously, the feeling that stabbed through my heart when he smiled at others. They were the green of warmth, empathy radiating from his body in little apologetic smiles. They were the green that I fell in love with. I toweled off and wrapped my robe around me. Slipping my feet into slippers, I padded across the room, plopping down beside Hisoka. I gave him a smile, which he shyly returned. I wrapped him in my warm embrace, vowing to myself to never let him go. He snuggled closer in my arms, whispering, "Tsuzuki."
And I understood.
