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Dedication: This is for me gals. You know who ye are
Pairing: Tsuzuki/Hisoka, but just a little
Rating: PG-13 to be on the safe side
Summary: Tsuzuki's POV. He muses about his friends, himself and Hisoka.
A/N: I've never seen the series, just read the first few chapters of the manga, I'm sorry if there are mistakes. Also, thanks very much to Hi-Chan for corrupting me (in a good way).
Asato's Ramblings
I see a lot more than they think, you know? I act like a five year old so they don't see the real me. The one that's over a hundred years old and thinks like someone who's over a hundred years old. They don't see the half demon that did something so horrible that not even in eternity could be forgiven. I don't show because they don't need to be shown, they don't need to see. Besides, I think they like the childish Tsuzuki that jumps excitedly at the sight of sugar, and I kinda like him too. So I act like the laid-back guy they think I am. I pretend to be afraid of Watari's experiments or to care about Tatsumi's bonuses. I cook knowing how bad my food is, and then I offer it to them with a big smile on my face. It's always been like that and it won't change. Stick to the thing that works.
There's one exception though, Hisoka. He's seen glimpses of the real me, of the man that hides behind the façade, and he doesn't seem disgusted so, sometimes, when we're alone I let him see the grown up. I do it because I know I won't be able to hide forever, but mostly I do it for him, because he glares at me when I call him 'boy' or 'kid', proving me right. Because he needs someone to trust. Because once, I was like him.
I make up reasons for him to hang at my place at night, because I know how much he fears darkness. And if I pat his back or mess his hair and he yells, and I yell back it's not to annoy him. It's to remind him that I'm there, and that I won't hurt him. I started doing it when I noticed he flinched every time someone touched him. He doesn't flinch anymore.
Funny thing about shinigamis, this one particularly, we crave contact as much as humans. And I know we're supposed to be selfish, and to care only about ourselves, but I'm different, or at least I think I am. I care about my friends even though they don't know me… and Hisoka. We have so many things in common. He doesn't see that of course. In fact, he'd probably attack you verbally if you said we're alike.
He's restless. I don't think he's had a good night sleep in… well, ever.
I didn't mention I was watching him, did I?
"Tsuzuki?" he asks sleepily from his place on the bed.
"It's okay kid" I say running a hand through his hair. "I'm right here".
And he doesn't shout, he has no sarcastic retort as I lean and kiss his forehead. He doesn't flinch as my lips touch his for a brief second. Instead, he does something I had never seen him do before.
Hisoka smiles.
And it's so beautiful, I can't help myself.
"You're so cute!" I say pinching his cheek.
Now he does have something to say, and a bunch of colorful curses that I didn't even know existed leave his mouth in a rush.
But the smile doesn't fade. And that's why I don't mind being called 'baka' instead of 'sir'.
A/N: Now, I blame Hi-Chan, and the damned plot bunnies for this, the things reproduce as fast as real rabbits.
Me. - Stupid li'l bugger, you have me writing your damned Muraki/Hisoka already!
Plot bunny. - *grins wickedly* Here, meet my offspring (several little plot bunnies pop out from nowhere)
Me. - *pulls her hair and yells in an hysterical fashion*