Hisoka growled as he watched Tsuzuki play with his pencil, completely ignoring his paperwork. He was used to it. But it's wrong when a sixteen year-old can do more work than a man who has been alive for over seventy years! Well, been dead is a bit more accurate.

"Something wrong?" Tsuzuki asked with a grin. Hisoka was about to growl again, but something snapped.

"Yes, Something is wrong! You won't do your work, and you're leaving it all to me! I. Am. Tired. Of. It." Perhaps emphasizing each word was a bit more menacing, but Hisoka could tell that Tsuzuki didn't see him as a threat at all. Which, in all reality, made Hisoka even more irate. If they were going to work together, Tsuzuki needed to pull some of the weight. Hisoka felt like an office-wife than an equal. Something had to be done.

Then it hit him. "How would you like a nice, big doughnut, Tsuzuki?" he asked, attempting to sound friendly. It apparently caught Tsuzuki's interest. "Well, would you like one?"

Tsuzuki nodded his head like an excited puppy.

"Well you can't have one. You don't do your work."

"That's unfair!" Tsuzuki argued. Ah, it made Hisoka happy to feel the distress that Tsuzuki had.

Hisoka shrugged his shoulders. "That's too bad. You should've done your work." Maybe he was going a bit too far on this, but Hisoka wasn't quite finished with his torture. In fact, it had only begun.

"I'll just go buy my own!"

"You can't. I took the liberty of taking the paycheck."

Tsuzuki glared. "But we're supposed to share the money!"

"We're also supposed to share the paperwork, but that's just not working out, is it? And no matter how much work you do, I won't give you the money because you get crumbs over my desk and I am flat out sick of it."

Never once had Tsuzuki seen Hisoka so worked up. Not even when talking about Muraki, and that did make him mad.

"I'll work. I'll work!" Tsuzuki pleaded.

"That's good, but I had a different idea. How about we switch roles? I get to act like you and do nothing. You can be me and work. Whoever does the other's job the best can make the other do a whole month's worth of paperwork, and if you win, I'll get you one doughnut every day for the whole month. Deal?" It was a risk, but this was the only way to get things done. And Hisoka had empathic powers, he knew exactly how Tsuzuki acted. Tsuzuki, on the other hand, had a very big obstacle.

It didn't take long for Tsuzuki to agree to the wager. "Fine."

"Starting now."

"Huh?"

Hisoka would've laughed had he not been trying to look scary. "Don't you want those glazed doughnuts and the chocolate covered ones with the sprinkles?"

"Yes. Yes."

"And the creme-filled ones? And the maple-flavored ones?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"And those Spanish ones...what were they called...?"

"Churros?"

"And the churros...?"

"YES!"

Tsuzuki's excitement was building rapidly.

"Well, you better start acting like me..."

Tsuzuki bit his lip slightly. This would be easy, right? All he had to do was act coldly towards others, make fun of peoples' insecurities, and be a paperworl-crazy workaholic. Simple...

Hisoka gave him a death glare which indicated that he knew exactly what Tsuzuki was thinking of him right now. Tsuzuki smiled slightly in slight remorse, like a simple apology, and Hisoka looked away.

How to be like Tsuzuki? This would be easy, right? All he had to do was smile at everything, never do his paperwork, and spend hours upon hours at bars and in the dessert line. Simple...

"I wonder what you're thinking about me..." Tsuzuki muttered.

"That's one thing you can't mimic about me," Hisoka stated,"you can't read peoples' emotions like me, so you can't truly be exactly like me. I knew this bet would be easy, but I didn't want it to be like...taking churros from a puppy..." Hisoka coldly punned. This made Tsuzuki whimper and pretend to be hurt deeply by this, but Hisoka knew better than to think that he had actually deeply offended Tsuzuki. It was simply too hard to make him whimper.

I really can't use Hisoka's empath abilities... I'll have to pretend like I know exactly what's going on. Who's going to be the judge of who does better, anyway?

"I already have that covered."

"Stop reading my emotions!"

Tsuzuki would've said more, but Watari walked in with a clipboard. "'Kay, so I have to judge who does better at being who?"

Watari gained a nod from Hisoka. "That's what I'm paying you for, isn't it?" he asked with an annoyed tone in his voice. Such a young kid shouldn't really act like an adult... Tsuzuki thought to himself. Hisoka was too young to be acting more mature than Tsuzuki. If he were that young, he'd be asking Tatsumi to take him to go get ice cream or something...

"I enjoy acting older than my age."

Tsuzuki groaned. This was going to be the longest week in his life. Er, afterlife...

Yo! Finally my first Descendants of Darkness fic! I really like how this is working out so far, and I already have some great ideas. Of course, I always enjoy commentary from my readers, such as ideas or critiques. I like a bit of criticism, like telling me where I messed up or if they're OOC, but please no flames. Yes, this is shounen-ai, and yes, I know that Hisoka would never really act like this, but he's probably fed up with Tsuzuki's no-work ethic. Please have fun reading!

-AkuRokuFaNaTiC