Comfort Foods

Just a quick drabble in reply to a fic challenge a few months back, asking for a fic that never uses the word "love" and written under a certain amount of time.  I believe this was finished in about twenty minutes…

Tsuzuki x Hisoka

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"You probably already know this about me… or, maybe you don't, I know I can sometimes be a little hard to read… I mean, hell, you're the best empath around and even you're always saying you can't figure me out, and usually this is after you hit me with something, anything lying around or maybe just your hands, but I don't mind because it doesn't hurt as much as I make it out to, I just like to keep living in that moment… you know, that little moment where maybe you're getting to know me and then you start to blush and the hand comes flyyying down… … Where was I?

"So, maybe you already know this about me, but just in case you don't, and maybe still if you do, because I think it's time I just come right and say the things that usually get stuck in my throat.  There's too much, maybe.  Every time I open that door, the whole cluster of emotions and feelings and truths all try to rush out at the same time and they get stuck in the doorway and a whole lot of yelling and pushing later, maybe you've already turned away or I've changed my mind and decided you aren't ready to hear it.

"You're not ready… maybe that's laughable.  I'm not ready to say it.  I'm not ready for you to reject me.

"Okay… Okay.  I'm with it now… and so many things have happened, I think I finally understand what we can mean to each other, and how much maybe we need each other, and we're like plants and water or fire and oxygen, and to be really really true and honest, I don't think I can live without you anymore…

"I don't think I can live without you…"

"Ahem."

Tsuzuki jumped, raising his head from where it had been lying on the tabletop, and glanced to the doorway where his partner stood in his usual irritated and cool demeanor. 

"Uh… I can explain," he started to say, slowly getting to his feet with a careful swallow.  How much had he heard?

"Don't bother," Hisoka said, glancing away, a streak of green eyes trailing along the walls as though seeking out something, anything to look at but the tall shinigami caught red-handed rehearsing his lines.  "I'll never understand your obsession for desserts..."

Tsuzuki blinked, looking back at the table where the strawberry pie sat in perfect stillness.  He'd bought it intending to eat it, then got caught up thinking, and finally pulled it over to where he sat hoping that the sweet scent would offer his nerves some comfort. 

And Hisoka walked in on him in the middle of his confessing his feelings and devotion… to a pie.

It was almost funny.

"Ne… would you like some?"

"Did you make it?"

Pout.  "No…"

The blonde youth glanced over, actually seeming to consider it.  "What kind of pie is it?"

And Tsuzuki grinned.  "Practice."