Tsuzuki's Tart
It was midnight. Tsuzuki had gone out of bed to eat a night time snack. It was Hisoka's piece of tart that he had gave to Tsuzuki.
Tsuzuki walked up to the fridge. The suspense was killing him. Not to make a sound he had to open the fridge door very slowly and carefully. He was beginning to seat with all the eagerness inside him.
With his heart pounding in his ears he managed to open the door just a crack. Finally! Thought Tsuzuki. He then fully opened the fridge door.
What he saw almost made him scream with anger. There was no tart.
"Oh Tsuzuki!" Said the familiar voice of Hisoka. Tsuzuki turned around. He saw Hisoka's cheeks full of the tart he had given Tsuzuki that night after dinner. Tsuzuki was outraged and disgusted.
"Why!" Tsuzuki said with a powerful voice. "Why? HISOKA! PREPARE TO BE PUNISHED! Get him Byakko!"
But Hisoka just laughed. "I ate your tart! Hahahaha!"
Then Tsuzuki woke up. Of course, in his mind, the dream had really happened that night. He walked up to Hisoka who was already wide awake and reading a book. "Morning." He said to Tsuzuki, and he didn't bother to look up from his book.
"Why?" Tsuzuki said with tears in his eyes. "How could you eat my tart? How could you!"
Hisoka sighed. "What on earth are you talking about?"
"Don't talk to me ever again!" Screamed Tsuzuki while running out of the room.
Must've had a nightmare. Hisoka thought to himself.He knew Tsuzuki all too well. But too bad Watari ate it for breakfast this morning…