Author: Autumn
Email: autumnpunkangel@yahoo.com
Series: Yami no Matsuei
Pairing: Tsuzuki/Hisoka (eventually)
Rating: G (for now)
Warnings: Angst, Shounen ai,
Disclaimers: Yami no Matsuei belongs to Matsushita Yoko, not me. Damn.
Notes: This is my attempt at a longer story… *gasp* Forgive me.
The Reason I Go On
Prologue
Thin lips turned down in what their owner considered a scowl of distaste, but to any on looker would appear to be a pout of disappointment.
It was raining again. Hisoka hated when it rained at night. After all, when he was alive night time was the only time he could escape from his prison and walk to his heart's content; and when it rained, he could not take that small measure of freedom. If his health had been better then perhaps he might have risked it, but as it was he'd been prone to illness and if he got sick it would mean even more nights where he could not walk the hills and enjoy the quiet freedom there in.
Then again, if it had been raining that night he might have lived longer… Whether or not that would have been a good thing, the young Shinigami could not say.
So here he was, stuck in the hotel room with his bouncing idiot of a partner snoring loudly, conked out in front of the television, staring out the window at the pouring rain. Had it not been for the fact that they were on a mission, Hisoka would gladly taken the chance to walk, even with it raining. But even though they were dead, illness could befall the Shinigami and Hisoka's body was still that which it had been when he was alive.
The green-eyed boy sighed, his breath misting the cold window. It was going to be a long night.
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Tsuzuki blinked then stretched, feeling his neck pop with the motion. Snow graced the television screen, a notation of the apparent lack of signal. It was still dark outside, probably just after midnight, and the lights of the city twinkled merrily beyond the rain slicked window.
"Are?"
A smile stretched accustomed lips as the older Shinigami shook his head. Hisoka was so cute sometimes, the boy didn't know it and would never admit it but he was. At current said boy was curled up against the window, having unintentionally fallen asleep during his silent vigil. It was so like the green-eyed Shinigami to neglect himself like that. As delicate as the boy was, he held apparent little care for his own health. Sleeping like that was sure to put a crick in the boy's neck if not give him a cold.
"I don't want to wake him," Tsuzuki murmured to himself, pondering just how he could get his young partner into the bed without rousing him from his all too infrequent slumber.
Carefully, the violet-eyed Shinigami slid his arms around the curled form, raising him from his place at the window. Ever so gently, he carried the boy to the neatly made bed and slid him under the covers.
As Tsuzuki moved away however, the blond began to toss, reaching out unconsciously. 'He's dreaming,' Tsuzuki thought to himself, tucking the covers securely around his partner. 'If it gets worse, I'll wake him… as it is, he needs whatever rest he can get…'
TBC (*gasp*)