Disclaimer and warnings: I don't own them. Why? Because I can't draw for starters... Watch out for lemon in later part, rampant fluff and fanfic cliches, and lots of Hisoka and Tsuzuki. Hai hai.
This is my first Yami fic. Review me and I'll make sure to review you too.
Dinner for two
It was just another run-of-the-mill mission. One lost soul refusing to move on. Found him, chased him, talked him to go on. End of story.
It was ridiculously easy. The dullness of their task almost made Hisoka hope for another tough case, like Hijiri's. Almost. The good part of this was that this didn't involve a Hisoka-clone latching onto Tsuzuki like a lovesick little girl, practically throwing himself at his parter. Not that Hisoka could care less, nope. It was the principle. Of course, these mundane missions didn't include a power-crazed demon possessing Tsuzuki, which had resulted in the most unpleasant experience of Hisoka's afterlife. That is, getting his arm chopped off by him, with a bit of unnerving harassment by said person.
Although that case did have it's moments too, particularily when Watari went frantic and tore Tsuzuki's clothes off in front of them, screaming: "Let me see your body!" Now that was some comedy relief, and Hisoka would've laughed if he weren't too dumbstruck, besides, he was quite busy trying to control his blush reflex.
"Ne, Hisoka. Isn't it dinnertime?" Tsuzuki asked as he bounced around in that very infuriating Tsuzuki-way.
"You just want the dessert anyway," Hisoka grumbled, but his protests were a bit undermined by the growling his stomach decided to emit right at that moment.
"Aw, but you're hungry too! Come, we still have enough money for food. How's Chinese? There's that nice place near by…"
Hisoka huffed, but followed his happily skipping partner towards said place. They had been there once before, on an earlier mission, and found it a smallish, but nice, with reasonable prices and even Tsuzuki-sized portions.
As soon as they stepped in, the younger half (that's in actual age, not mental) regretted their choice. Since that last visit, the place had changed. It was still small and comfy, with couches instead of metallic chairs, but now it was also dimly lit -- candles on each table -- and boasted a crappy romantic décor. Even the tableware was bought from some Sap'n'Fluff Inc, and on the whole it was so sweet Hisoka's teeth were already aching. Happy couples already occupied half of the tables.
"A table for two?" asked a cheery waitress, seeing first only Tsuzuki and smiling her biggest smile to him. Then her eyes shifted to Hisoka, and her look turned a little puzzled. Then her smile only got wider, and she almost forced their coats off and ushered them to a corner booth.
Hisoka tried to protest, nipping Tsuzuki's sleeves and hissing like a cornered cat. Whacking him on the head would've been more effective, but somehow Hisoka was reluctant to do that in public. Work was ok, whole of Meifu actually, but a normal restaurant in Chijou… And as expected, Tsuzuki didn't take the hint, but was his own exited and hungry self, oblivious to their surroundings.
"Come on Hisoka! Sit down already. This place is re-aa-lly nice! Look, we got a good spot too!"
Giving up, Hisoka took the seat, still gloomy. But he knew fighting with a hungry and almost-puppified Tsuzuki would be useless anyway. Food was food, no matter where.
"Ne, Hisoka, what's wrong? Don't you like this? I thought you liked Chinese."
"Baka! It's not the food! Don't you see? How that waitress looked at me? Or you? Like…" he couldn't even finish his thoughts, and there was already the slight tinge of red crawling to his cheeks.
"What? Aww, you're blushing again! That's so cute!" Tsuzuki teased, brushing his index finger on Hisoka's nose.
"Tsu-- Tsuzuki!! Quit that! She… she thinks we're… you know, involved, like that," he gasped.
"Oh… OH! Well, I think she's only jealous. After all, you're so cute," Tsuzuki covered his surpise quickly.
"Don't call me cute! Shut up, NOW!"
"What I meant to say was, that I'm soo cute! Yes, she just couldn't resist my charm! My my, the special technique works every time…" he trailed off, cutting Hisoka's outburst in the middle.
It was probably Tsuzuki's stroke of luck that the waitress showed up, interrupting their perfectly begun quarrel.
"What would you like gentlemen? Daily Special Menus' come with appetizers or desserts from the list," she asked politely, still cheery and still glancing them with barely veiled curiousity.
"Dessert! Hai ha~i, we'll take the menu, right 'Soka? So… How about number two? You like chicken don't you?" Tsuzuki babbled so fast the waitress could hardly comprehend. Well, that's what you get when you mention dessert…
"Fine," came the pointed answer when Tsuzuki finally paused for breath.
"Okay! And I'd like a bottle of wine with it, please," the motormouth added.
"Menu 2 coming. Please make yourselves comfortable," she chirped and walked away.
"By the way, Tatsumi booked us a hotel room for the night. Guess he thought this would take longer. We're such a great team, ne? But, let's not tell him, right? Can we stay there? Please?"
"No need. We're ready."
"But, but it's bed and breakfast! I heard it's a buffet too! We can't miss that…" Tsuzuki started to whine, complete with puppy eyes. "Come on, it's paid for. Please, Hisoka? And we could sleep in, we're not expected back until noon…"
Hisoka simply stared at the tablecloth. It wasn't a no, more like a "bug me a little more and I'll cave in"- kind of silence, and that's how Tsuzuki took it. Actually, it felt like a good idea, who wouldn't like a breakfast buffet, and a chance to sleep in. It was only the prospect of spending the whole evening, night and morning with Tsuzuki that made him nervous. Not only was he loud and obnoxious, but also the memory of last time he had to endure a full hour of scantily clad Tsuzuki hopping around had something to do with his hesistance. After that excruciating hour it got worse, when Tsuzuki decided to shower. He took his sweet time undressing virtually under Hisoka's nose. And then he dared to ask if he'd join! All that, naturally, had poor Hisoka blushing like no tomorrow, so he quickly got to bed to avoid further discomfort. Blushing wasn't his only bodily reaction after all, no, his skin was tingling and his clothes were uncomfortable.
Despite these reactions, Hisoka flatly refused to acknowledge any attraction to the same sex. He wasn't gay, plain and simple. He had experience, and it wasn't something that made him long for more. So maybe it wasn't only his first encounter with the sick bastard doctor guy, nor was it consentual in any way, but still. He -was not- gay. So what if his idiot partner had a weird effect on him. Hisoka was used to having his body react in most stange ways. A little excitement meant nothing. Really, give the boy a break. He was in a teenaged body. Even the thought of some bare skin got other boys exited, so why wouldn't the actual sight?
Hisoka was so deep in thought he hardly noticed that their food had arrived, courtesy by the ever grinning waitress. His face remained blank while Tsuzuki piled rice on both plates. This resulted in him stacking a generous mountain of rice on Hisoka's plate, along with heaps chicken bits and sauce. The amount of food on the plate was probablymore than Hisoka usually ate in a whole week, yet Tsuzuki tried to find an empty spot for more chicken.
He was getting frustrated. Ordinarily by now Hisoka would have called him ten times an idiot and whacked him with some god awful thick book. But now he was still unresponsive, not answering to his name, or the frantic hand waving. So he had no other choise. Honestly.
Hisoka's concentration was severely snapped by the touch of a foot. And it was making its way up the inside of his leg. Blood rushed to his face as the foot travelled up, finally resting on his lap. Toes that tickled his thighs didn't help at all.
"Ba-baka!! Get that thing off, NOW!"
Tsuzuki was merrily whistling and drawing kanji in the air, looking like an innocent little angel. The foot stayed still.
That was when Hisoka notised the ungodly amount of food on his plate. His already huge eyes widened to impressive proportions as he tried to figure out what else he had missed.
"Hisoka, you really should eat better. So I took the liberty of filling that plate. Go on, dig in! I want to see that plate empty and licked clean!" Tsuzuki exclaimed with a wide smile.
"Baka! I'm not eating that much! In fact, I'm not eating at all, until that… thing," Hisoka pointed at his lap, "is gone."
"What? Oh that. But I like it there! Will you eat if I feed you?"
"NO!"
"Darn. Oh well, worth a try. Will this do?" he asked as he shifted his foot from Hisoka's lap to his side.
"Maybe," was the reluctant answer.
If he was completely honest, it was more than maybe. The human touch was quite nice, since it was not that intrusive, and it was Tsuzuki. His touch felt safe, familiar and comfortable, which was something he had enjoyed very little in his life. Usually, even in this afterlife, other people's touch flooded his consciousness with a jumble of emotions and frivolous thoughts, rolling over like a tsunami. But with him, it was more like like a paintbrush dipped into water: dissolving and intermingling with his own. He wasn't sure if he was only so used to him or if Tsuzuki had actually learned to shield, but it was nice nonetheless.
The trouble with touching wasn't his empathy. No, it was his own confusion that made him shy away. He wasn't sure whether to move closer or push away. To feel safe and protected, or strong and independent. He loathed being weak. But safe was good too…
Back to current matters. There was a deadly pile of food in front of him, a stray foot leaning on his thigh, and an overgrown puppy chomping down his food in a sickening pace. Hisoka looked from his plate to his partner, scowling. He sighed and decided to try, at least.
Meanwhile, the happy Tsuzuki-puppy emptied his first glass of wine, poured himself some more, and with a wolfish grin, filled his partner's half empty water glass with it too.
"What do you think you're doing?" Hisoka screeched in a particuralily feminine voice, followed by a very definitely feminine blush. Great, now I might as well give up and wear that damn Pink House dress, he thought bitterly.
Incidentally, that was what Tsuzuki thought too. To be precise, he thought something like this: "He looks too cute like that! Yuma and Saya were right, he is a little… girly. Better not mention that though, he'd blow up. Wonder how he'd look with that forest green dress they brought one day? That colour would be very good on him… How could I trick him into that? I guess that wine is a good start."
Being smarter than he looks like, Tsuzuki didn't say any of those thoughts. Yes, he learned to shield.
"I'm offering you a drink. It's not that strong, it's quite mild actually, and yours is even watered down. So you shouldn't pass out that easily. Besides, if you do, I can always carry you," he winked.
As expected, Hisoka turned another shade of red, muttering baka. He eyed the watered wine suspiciously. To drink or not to drink? If he didn't he'd look childish. That was unacceptable, since he wanted desperately to be considered an adult, an equal. Refusing a mild wine would seriously thwart that.
So what if he did drink? Worst case would be that he'd get so drunk he'd embarrass himself. That was not likely; he'd sooner pass out or just get really tired. Then what? If he passed out Tsuzuki would carry him, like before. Although he'd be embarrased, he wouldn't be awake to feel it until morning. Besides, Tsuzuki was not like some perverts, who'd gladly take advantage of such situation.
Now that thought brought up many unwelcome mental images of naked bodies and differend… activities…
Hisoka grabbed the glass and downed half of it in one gulp. There, decision made. Now back to the food.
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So there. Part 2 (with lemon!) coming ^_^ soon.
Oh and guys, who should be on top? I'm tempted both ways... Argh this indecision o.O
This is my first Yami fic. Review me and I'll make sure to review you too.
Dinner for two
It was just another run-of-the-mill mission. One lost soul refusing to move on. Found him, chased him, talked him to go on. End of story.
It was ridiculously easy. The dullness of their task almost made Hisoka hope for another tough case, like Hijiri's. Almost. The good part of this was that this didn't involve a Hisoka-clone latching onto Tsuzuki like a lovesick little girl, practically throwing himself at his parter. Not that Hisoka could care less, nope. It was the principle. Of course, these mundane missions didn't include a power-crazed demon possessing Tsuzuki, which had resulted in the most unpleasant experience of Hisoka's afterlife. That is, getting his arm chopped off by him, with a bit of unnerving harassment by said person.
Although that case did have it's moments too, particularily when Watari went frantic and tore Tsuzuki's clothes off in front of them, screaming: "Let me see your body!" Now that was some comedy relief, and Hisoka would've laughed if he weren't too dumbstruck, besides, he was quite busy trying to control his blush reflex.
"Ne, Hisoka. Isn't it dinnertime?" Tsuzuki asked as he bounced around in that very infuriating Tsuzuki-way.
"You just want the dessert anyway," Hisoka grumbled, but his protests were a bit undermined by the growling his stomach decided to emit right at that moment.
"Aw, but you're hungry too! Come, we still have enough money for food. How's Chinese? There's that nice place near by…"
Hisoka huffed, but followed his happily skipping partner towards said place. They had been there once before, on an earlier mission, and found it a smallish, but nice, with reasonable prices and even Tsuzuki-sized portions.
As soon as they stepped in, the younger half (that's in actual age, not mental) regretted their choice. Since that last visit, the place had changed. It was still small and comfy, with couches instead of metallic chairs, but now it was also dimly lit -- candles on each table -- and boasted a crappy romantic décor. Even the tableware was bought from some Sap'n'Fluff Inc, and on the whole it was so sweet Hisoka's teeth were already aching. Happy couples already occupied half of the tables.
"A table for two?" asked a cheery waitress, seeing first only Tsuzuki and smiling her biggest smile to him. Then her eyes shifted to Hisoka, and her look turned a little puzzled. Then her smile only got wider, and she almost forced their coats off and ushered them to a corner booth.
Hisoka tried to protest, nipping Tsuzuki's sleeves and hissing like a cornered cat. Whacking him on the head would've been more effective, but somehow Hisoka was reluctant to do that in public. Work was ok, whole of Meifu actually, but a normal restaurant in Chijou… And as expected, Tsuzuki didn't take the hint, but was his own exited and hungry self, oblivious to their surroundings.
"Come on Hisoka! Sit down already. This place is re-aa-lly nice! Look, we got a good spot too!"
Giving up, Hisoka took the seat, still gloomy. But he knew fighting with a hungry and almost-puppified Tsuzuki would be useless anyway. Food was food, no matter where.
"Ne, Hisoka, what's wrong? Don't you like this? I thought you liked Chinese."
"Baka! It's not the food! Don't you see? How that waitress looked at me? Or you? Like…" he couldn't even finish his thoughts, and there was already the slight tinge of red crawling to his cheeks.
"What? Aww, you're blushing again! That's so cute!" Tsuzuki teased, brushing his index finger on Hisoka's nose.
"Tsu-- Tsuzuki!! Quit that! She… she thinks we're… you know, involved, like that," he gasped.
"Oh… OH! Well, I think she's only jealous. After all, you're so cute," Tsuzuki covered his surpise quickly.
"Don't call me cute! Shut up, NOW!"
"What I meant to say was, that I'm soo cute! Yes, she just couldn't resist my charm! My my, the special technique works every time…" he trailed off, cutting Hisoka's outburst in the middle.
It was probably Tsuzuki's stroke of luck that the waitress showed up, interrupting their perfectly begun quarrel.
"What would you like gentlemen? Daily Special Menus' come with appetizers or desserts from the list," she asked politely, still cheery and still glancing them with barely veiled curiousity.
"Dessert! Hai ha~i, we'll take the menu, right 'Soka? So… How about number two? You like chicken don't you?" Tsuzuki babbled so fast the waitress could hardly comprehend. Well, that's what you get when you mention dessert…
"Fine," came the pointed answer when Tsuzuki finally paused for breath.
"Okay! And I'd like a bottle of wine with it, please," the motormouth added.
"Menu 2 coming. Please make yourselves comfortable," she chirped and walked away.
"By the way, Tatsumi booked us a hotel room for the night. Guess he thought this would take longer. We're such a great team, ne? But, let's not tell him, right? Can we stay there? Please?"
"No need. We're ready."
"But, but it's bed and breakfast! I heard it's a buffet too! We can't miss that…" Tsuzuki started to whine, complete with puppy eyes. "Come on, it's paid for. Please, Hisoka? And we could sleep in, we're not expected back until noon…"
Hisoka simply stared at the tablecloth. It wasn't a no, more like a "bug me a little more and I'll cave in"- kind of silence, and that's how Tsuzuki took it. Actually, it felt like a good idea, who wouldn't like a breakfast buffet, and a chance to sleep in. It was only the prospect of spending the whole evening, night and morning with Tsuzuki that made him nervous. Not only was he loud and obnoxious, but also the memory of last time he had to endure a full hour of scantily clad Tsuzuki hopping around had something to do with his hesistance. After that excruciating hour it got worse, when Tsuzuki decided to shower. He took his sweet time undressing virtually under Hisoka's nose. And then he dared to ask if he'd join! All that, naturally, had poor Hisoka blushing like no tomorrow, so he quickly got to bed to avoid further discomfort. Blushing wasn't his only bodily reaction after all, no, his skin was tingling and his clothes were uncomfortable.
Despite these reactions, Hisoka flatly refused to acknowledge any attraction to the same sex. He wasn't gay, plain and simple. He had experience, and it wasn't something that made him long for more. So maybe it wasn't only his first encounter with the sick bastard doctor guy, nor was it consentual in any way, but still. He -was not- gay. So what if his idiot partner had a weird effect on him. Hisoka was used to having his body react in most stange ways. A little excitement meant nothing. Really, give the boy a break. He was in a teenaged body. Even the thought of some bare skin got other boys exited, so why wouldn't the actual sight?
Hisoka was so deep in thought he hardly noticed that their food had arrived, courtesy by the ever grinning waitress. His face remained blank while Tsuzuki piled rice on both plates. This resulted in him stacking a generous mountain of rice on Hisoka's plate, along with heaps chicken bits and sauce. The amount of food on the plate was probablymore than Hisoka usually ate in a whole week, yet Tsuzuki tried to find an empty spot for more chicken.
He was getting frustrated. Ordinarily by now Hisoka would have called him ten times an idiot and whacked him with some god awful thick book. But now he was still unresponsive, not answering to his name, or the frantic hand waving. So he had no other choise. Honestly.
Hisoka's concentration was severely snapped by the touch of a foot. And it was making its way up the inside of his leg. Blood rushed to his face as the foot travelled up, finally resting on his lap. Toes that tickled his thighs didn't help at all.
"Ba-baka!! Get that thing off, NOW!"
Tsuzuki was merrily whistling and drawing kanji in the air, looking like an innocent little angel. The foot stayed still.
That was when Hisoka notised the ungodly amount of food on his plate. His already huge eyes widened to impressive proportions as he tried to figure out what else he had missed.
"Hisoka, you really should eat better. So I took the liberty of filling that plate. Go on, dig in! I want to see that plate empty and licked clean!" Tsuzuki exclaimed with a wide smile.
"Baka! I'm not eating that much! In fact, I'm not eating at all, until that… thing," Hisoka pointed at his lap, "is gone."
"What? Oh that. But I like it there! Will you eat if I feed you?"
"NO!"
"Darn. Oh well, worth a try. Will this do?" he asked as he shifted his foot from Hisoka's lap to his side.
"Maybe," was the reluctant answer.
If he was completely honest, it was more than maybe. The human touch was quite nice, since it was not that intrusive, and it was Tsuzuki. His touch felt safe, familiar and comfortable, which was something he had enjoyed very little in his life. Usually, even in this afterlife, other people's touch flooded his consciousness with a jumble of emotions and frivolous thoughts, rolling over like a tsunami. But with him, it was more like like a paintbrush dipped into water: dissolving and intermingling with his own. He wasn't sure if he was only so used to him or if Tsuzuki had actually learned to shield, but it was nice nonetheless.
The trouble with touching wasn't his empathy. No, it was his own confusion that made him shy away. He wasn't sure whether to move closer or push away. To feel safe and protected, or strong and independent. He loathed being weak. But safe was good too…
Back to current matters. There was a deadly pile of food in front of him, a stray foot leaning on his thigh, and an overgrown puppy chomping down his food in a sickening pace. Hisoka looked from his plate to his partner, scowling. He sighed and decided to try, at least.
Meanwhile, the happy Tsuzuki-puppy emptied his first glass of wine, poured himself some more, and with a wolfish grin, filled his partner's half empty water glass with it too.
"What do you think you're doing?" Hisoka screeched in a particuralily feminine voice, followed by a very definitely feminine blush. Great, now I might as well give up and wear that damn Pink House dress, he thought bitterly.
Incidentally, that was what Tsuzuki thought too. To be precise, he thought something like this: "He looks too cute like that! Yuma and Saya were right, he is a little… girly. Better not mention that though, he'd blow up. Wonder how he'd look with that forest green dress they brought one day? That colour would be very good on him… How could I trick him into that? I guess that wine is a good start."
Being smarter than he looks like, Tsuzuki didn't say any of those thoughts. Yes, he learned to shield.
"I'm offering you a drink. It's not that strong, it's quite mild actually, and yours is even watered down. So you shouldn't pass out that easily. Besides, if you do, I can always carry you," he winked.
As expected, Hisoka turned another shade of red, muttering baka. He eyed the watered wine suspiciously. To drink or not to drink? If he didn't he'd look childish. That was unacceptable, since he wanted desperately to be considered an adult, an equal. Refusing a mild wine would seriously thwart that.
So what if he did drink? Worst case would be that he'd get so drunk he'd embarrass himself. That was not likely; he'd sooner pass out or just get really tired. Then what? If he passed out Tsuzuki would carry him, like before. Although he'd be embarrased, he wouldn't be awake to feel it until morning. Besides, Tsuzuki was not like some perverts, who'd gladly take advantage of such situation.
Now that thought brought up many unwelcome mental images of naked bodies and differend… activities…
Hisoka grabbed the glass and downed half of it in one gulp. There, decision made. Now back to the food.
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So there. Part 2 (with lemon!) coming ^_^ soon.
Oh and guys, who should be on top? I'm tempted both ways... Argh this indecision o.O