Happy Accidents
By: eternalsailorsolarwind AKA youkai_girl
Disclaimer: Yami no Matsuei and all of its characters are owned by Matsushita Yoko, her Japanese publishers, and Viz. I only play with them for grins and giggles.
A/N: Not all of Tsuzuki's mishaps are bad. Some of them are spectacularly good for him and Hisoka. Set post-manga. The result of one of those "good" accidents visits the Count.
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Nearly everyone who knew Tsuzuki agreed that he was somewhat accident-prone. He was not the one who usually paid for those small mishaps he was so prone to make; his succession of erstwhile partners bore the brunt of them. That was part of the reason he went through so many, though only a very small part. The icing on the cake, as it were.
The violet-eyed shinigami knew this, of course, but put a brave face on it. Only one man knew how much it bothered Tsuzuki, but there was nothing to be done about it. There were some rules that even Tatsumi could not bend for his former partner – and being a solitary shinigami was one of them.
Then it finally happened. No one could be sure how, but finally a foot put wrong made everything go completely right. Finally, Tsuzuki received the partner he deserved. While not completely unsympathetic to his partner's pain, Hisoka's brusqueness combined with the oldest shinigami's puppyishness to bring out the best in both of them. First came a working partnership, then friendship, and finally, love.
"Of course, that all happened over the course of many adventures, full of derring-do, and more than a touch of romance. But in the end, they lived happily ever after." A note of finality entered the cultured voice. "It's time for bed now."
The count smiled behind his mask as the young girl in the bed scowled up at him, fierce green eyes snapping in irritation. At the moment, she looked a great deal like her father, Hisoka. "I said I wanted a fairy tale, Uncle Count, not that old story again."
"You used to want to hear it every time you stayed with me," he replied, his tone mild. Her dark hair and the shape of her face normally made her look like her Papa Tsuzuki.
"I'm all grown up now."
Hidden by the mask, his lips twitched in amusement at her words. "At eight years old? My, children do grow up quickly nowadays."
The scowl was perilously close to a pout. Swallowing the chuckle that threatened to escape, the Count stood up and kissed the young child on the top of her head. "Go to sleep now, youngling. Your fathers will be back in the morning."
As the girl snuggled under the covers, clutching her stuffed black dog with green glass eyes, frustration dissolving away, the Count could only marvel at the end result of a most fortuitous accident.