'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through Shokan, not a creature was stirring, except for one man.
His stockings were draped on the desk with no care, for the Enma Cho party had played truth or dare.
Tsuzuki was sleeping, all cramped at his desk, while visions of Cinnabons made him depressed.
And Hisoka in that jacket he never takes off, had just tucked him in, with nary a scoff,
When out in the courtyard arose the alarm, which woke poor Tsuzuki, who put his socks on.
Away to the window he flew with great speed, stood next to Hisoka and surveyed the scene.
The moon shining bright on the Branch's big pond, was stained bloody red, so something was wrong.
When what to the Shinigami's eyes should appear, a man in white trenchcoat whom everyone fears.
With that silver bleached hair, the elegant doctor - Hisoka and Tsuzuki cry, "Muraki! Shimata!"
With steps like a wolf, and a face like a stone, he called out to them in his sweet baritone:
"Tsuzuki, my lovely, you're so hard to find. I've been hunting all over and killing sometimes.
But now I have found you, much to my joy, so come to me, come to me -- oh, great, it's that boy."
As the cherry blossoms before the light breeze fall, and land in your noon tea (not tasty at all),
Hisoka had leapt out the window so quick, as Tsuzuki froze up like an old Pocky stick.
And then, with a twinkling, Hisoka was casting a powerful spell that was just right for blasting.
As Tsuzuki came to, and tried to catch up, Muraki had vanished without even a puff.
Tsuzuki and Hisoka stood in a daze, just tricked by the doc and his underhand ways.
"You don't have your trenchcoat," Hisoka complained. "You could use an ofuda to melt that guy's brains."
"His eyes," said Tsuzuki, his cheeks all aflush. "How can they just twinkle when he turns me to mush?"
"He isn't that sexy," Hisoka replied. "His nose is too big, and remember, I died!"
"I'm so glad you think I'm a right, sexy guy," Muraki was chuckling from high in the sky.
"But I'm not here to model, I'm here for Tsuzuki," and his mutant eye shined, and it was very spooky.
"You're not all that strong, you are weak, like an elf!" Hisoka was yelling, in spite of himself.
Muraki just smiled and tilted his head, and the two Shinigami were both filled with dread.
Tsuzuki, still freaked out, spoke nothing at all - Muraki approached, and he started to fall.
But just when it looked like Muraki was "gonna," he vanished again, just all of a sudden.
"And stay gone, you jerk!" Hisoka cried, as Tsuzuki shivered and moaned by his side.
And they heard him exclaim, after fading from view, "Merry Christmas, Tsuzuki, I so adore you!"
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Here is what I do during break when I fall off the "normal" writing track. (Swift as the Wind made me verrrry angry, so I watched Muraki for a while, and felt better. And then, wrote this. ^_^ If you've never seen Yami no Matsuei before, you're missing out on dark, yaoi goodness – and CPM just licensed it! Go reserve a legal copy!) You'll have to pardon all the half rhymes; well, if you don't, Santa will crush you with his jolly boots of doom! Um, no, I don't watch Invader Zim regularly. Stopping the babbling note – going to bake. Merry Christmas/other holiday/new year to all. Maybe I'll go kick Hunter around first…
-A. "I need LARD, not MARGIRINE" Cox